(Use these emojis to describe the relationship between your OC and each companion)
💜 = Close bond / Romantic interest
💚 = Rivalry / Mutual respect
🧡 = Strong friendship / Ally
❤️ = Romantic interest / Complex bond
💙 = Trustworthy companion / Mentor
🤍 = Mutual admiration / Professional respect
🖤 = Complicated / Dislike / Hatred
✧ Companion Affinity:
Astarion ❤️💜🧡
Gale ❤️🧡💙
Halsin ❤️❤️💜
Jaheria 🤍💙
Karlach 🧡🧡🧡
Lae'zel 🤍🧡🧡
Minsc 🤍💙
Minthara 🤍💙
Shadowheart 🖤💚🧡
Wyll 🤍🧡💙
✦ Theme Music:
- Fight Song
Odysseus - Epic/Little Girl Gone - Chinchilla
- Love song
Infinity - Jaymes Young/At last - Etta James
- OC’s choice
The Challenge - Epic
- Romance Song
Colours of the Wind - Peyton Parrish
✧ Moodboards / Aesthetic Extras: Undeath and Unlife
✦ Voice Claim:
Hetty - Rebecca Wisock: Ghosts (US)
✦ Actor Claim:
Vanessa - Eva Green: Penny Dreadful
✧ Reputation / What Others Say:
People are pretty terrified of Helna when she first approaches, often startling backwards, or recoiling but they soon learn she's a darling.
"She's odd, but she's a good person."
✦ Beliefs / Personal Code:
No one will come to save you, but there's always a chance to save others.
✧ Most Prized Possession:
She doesn't have very many possessions, but she has things she's proud of.
Her book of pressed flowers, her many various disgusting crafts made of bone and scrap fabric.. and, eventually, her Grandmother's necklace hidden under the floorboards of her family home with the emblem of Silvanus.
✦ Greatest Fear:
Losing herself to the Shadowcurse.. and ladders!
✧ Alignment (Personal or D&D):
Neutral Good
✦ Authors Notes
• She fell in love with Halsin - even though she didn't know what it was at that point - when the local Druid Enclave came to visit and reforge their alliance/trades with Reithwin. They spoke briefly and both noticed the other, admiring each other across the distance between them.
• She's inspired by Laudna from Critical Role, but differs greatly in story - so no spoilers.
Smutspiration from the Astral Campfire Community prompt: What is your OC’s sex life? Bonus: Do they have any kink lore? [Yes she does, follow me for today's inspiration dears..]
• Halsin x Helna [own Tav] • Act 3 • M rating
Helna 'pov', 69 but it's kinky, undeath makes you flexible, deep throat, remembering past experiences, Astarion x Helna if you squint, premature, but he makes up for it, pinv, round 2?, Helsin, Oakcursed
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Vp by the stunning @alstromeri-a 🖤 flawless as always!
And yes, her nips and bits are mosaic'ed - just in case the bots are lurkin' 🧐
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Helna couldn't quite describe it but sex with Halsin was.. different. The words evaded her, escaped her, slipped through her grasp like smoke..
Especially with his face between her thighs.
She'd not been a prude in life, far from it..
But when she thought about the men, and boys alike she took in: bathrooms, dark corners of busy rooms, alleyways, barns, under the docks; it made her question if it was even her.
She'd used them as a distraction; a balm for an exhausted mind. To simply switch off her thinking brain, and only feel pleasure.
It was transactional. She got reprieve from the constant shit, and they got a warm cunt to cum inside of.
She'd learned to please men with all that the Gods gave her, and she'd eventually discovered what made her feel good.
She thought she understood what it was like to have sex with a man.
By the Moonmaiden's light, she'd been wrong.
Halsin lay beneath her, feasting greedily on her swollen pussy, like a man starved of all but oxygen.
Halsin tightly grasped her bony hips, and urged her deeper, faster against his tongue. His rough, throaty gasps vibrated through her folds, shuddered a heated path of decedent delight that made her eyelids flutter.
Helna choked a gasp, as she keened to the night sky; one hand firmly fisted in his hair, the other gripped his hand on her hip.
This was their sixth time having sex, in as many days - not that she was counting.
It had been less than a week since Halsin had expressed his feelings by the campfire, and she'd told him how long she'd reciprocated for, then they'd finally finally had sex.
Gods. They could barely keep their hands from each other, even if it was innocent; a brush of fingers, a twirl of hair, a lingering touch, a chaste kiss. It was all so exciting.
She'd never felt excited at the prospect of having sex before.
It was just a thing that had happened to her.
Not that sex with Astarion hadn't been fun. It had been illuminating for her, of course, albeit unexpected.
It was cathartic - for both of them - being able to explore their re-emerging sexuality with someone they trusted.
After over a century without sex, it had been akin to her first time all over again; but Astarion, like the gentleman he was, took his time with her and her insecurities. So, instead of a hurried romp in a haystack, where she was left unsatisfied and left with hay in uncomfortable places; it was orgasm, after orgasm.
Astarion was disgustingly talented in that department.
But just as grossly talented, was her hulking Elven fantasy, currently flexing his tongue shallowly against the slit of her pussy.
Halsin licked a stripe from her entrance, to suckle on her hard clit. Helna jolted and cried out to the midnight air, ragged and wanton.
"Halsin.." she faltered, her voice unsteady.
Her back arched unnaturally, then snapped horribly in two. Through a bitten lip, she made a sinfully satisfied moan in the back of her throat as she sank backwards, until the top her head came in contact with his muscular stomach.
Halsin groaned in awed surprise at the delightfully vulgar position she'd contorted herself into. He explored the freakish jolt of her skeletal body with his enormous hands, relishing in it's supernatural arch.
He suckled and laved his wet tongue against her sensitive clit, dancing his way to the rim of her entrance, firmly tracing the lines of her distorted body.
"Ohh gods-- you are exquisite, my heart. Truly," he mumbled against her soaked folds, raking his fingertips over her scarred and broken skin, "The way you bend for me, moan my name. The feel of you under my hands, so wanting." He moans low, pulling her closer to feed upon her in licentious delight.
Her eyes rolled and struggled to open from the pleasure searing through her body, illicited by Halsin's touch. She glimpsed flashes of his thick cock laying in wait, hard as granite on his toned belly. Clear, viscose excitement beading on his belly as it twitched.
Need pulsed through her, flooding her body with purpose.
She twisted her shoulders, and they cracked loudly, as she reached towards his length. Helna pushed her tongue flat and took his leaking tip into her mouth.
Halsin's entire body spasmed in shock, as he gasped in surprise from between her thighs. A groan of blasphemous enjoyment rumbled from his chest, that she felt through his cock.
Gods, she loved how his hot, velvet cock throbbed in her mouth. The smooth, thick shaft, the thump of his heartbeat through the strained veins of his erection.
She tasted the salty spend on her tongue, as she licked and sucked on his aching, purplish head, tonguing over the sensitive ridges.
Slurping, garbled noises of flustered zeal from her mouth, echoed out around the glade, as she lavished her lips and tongue over his cock.
"Mm, Halsin. You taste so good," she garbled, as she licked in circles, "I love the way you feel in my mouth. I love tasting every inch of your cock." Her voice thick and husked from lust and desire, she kissed and sucked and licked his tip.
His feet brace into the forest floor, and his legs bow around her head, as he fights the urge to thrust into her mouth.
"Ohh, my heart. You test my resolve every time you use that gorgeously filthy m-mouth on me--Mmgnh." He praised, jerking and thrusting up further into her mouth.
After fantasizing about him for so long, she now knew how he felt buried deep inside her, how he stretched her tight walls to accommodate his impressive size; the pain's sting so sweet it felt like the Gods lessened the blow just for them.
Halsin wound his arms around the fragile curve of her thighs and began gently squeezing down with enormous palms, his long fingers easily able to dance circles on her clit, as he roughly parts her entrance with his tongue. Helna moans, throaty and rough, at his ministrations against her dripping pussy.
He was toying with her now; playing with his food. But she was never one to fight fair.
Again, she cracked her spine to bend viciously, angling her throat to a better degree to swallow him deeper. Her body bent to resemble an archaic rune, her hands braced on his proud hips.
Coaxing his stoic length further inside her mouth, she took him past what should be a gag reflex, until he was almost entirely sheathed inside her snug throat.
"Ahhh-ghh-hh." Halsin rasped, breath catching in his throat.
Helna bobbed and worked his length with her mouth and pulsing throat, she swallowed him down, massaging his tightening sac with her hand.
Halsin moaned high in his throat, stopping to gasp against her delicate lips, "My heart, no. Y-you must stop--ngh!" He faltered, small hot breaths ghosted against her core, as his body tensed, "Ughn-uhh."
The coiled spring inside him unexpectedly snapped.
He shook violently, as he wrenched her named in ravaged bliss, gripping so hard against her bones they popped under his might, "Yes, Helna--yes, my heart. T-take-t-take me--yess."
Halsin's seed spurted to the back of her throat and she relished in it, eyes rolling up in hellion rapture, as she greedily gulped every drop. She whined at the delicious sensation of his cum staining her gullet, filling her to the point of seeping from the sides of her mouth.
He groaned and hissed at her continued sucking, then returned to feast upon her with envious gusto and a lustful growl.
His tongue blurred against her clit, he fucked her pussy against his mouth; large hands manipulated her stick-like hips to ruck against him.
Helna twitched and keened, as the roilling storm of orgasm he'd been tactfully keeping at bay, barreled down on her like an inevitable hurricane.
With Halsin's cock stuffed in her mouth, his tongue on her clit, and his cum on her lips; she came, came in cascading waves of unbridled, unashamed, undeniable love and pleasure.
"Yes, Halsin. Yes-yes-yes. Halsin. Halsin. Uhh!" She garbled praise on his name, as his thick cock slipped from her tight throat. Slurred cries echoed out into the mists of the glade.
Her hips bucked and her thighs pulsed around his head, as her head lolled about. The newly acquired ability to breathe, heaved her lungs to calm them.
Suddenly, her spine seized and straightened without her permission, forcing her to sit up. Her long, raven hair fell around her face in heavy curtains, as she whimpered his name.
"Halsin. Yes, my beloved. Yes-uhh-yes.." she moaned breathlessly, her hands desperately clawing at the air around her for him.
Her eyes opened to his and watched his beautiful face beside itself with sinful abandon, as she came on his tongue.
Halsin ceaselessly guided her hips languidly against his mouth through the last tremors of orgasm, and she jerked against his precision. Laying her hands on his, she stilled his motions, heaving out a last breath into the night air.
Cum drunk and delirious, Halsin slowly blinked up at her, turning his head to press a kiss to her inner thigh.
"Incredible, my heart. My heart soars." He sighs out, entwining his hands with hers, pressing kisses wherever he could find purchase.
A moment was shared between them; both panting, both spent, both hearts full. It was enough to make her weep with joy.
He released her and gently laid her down beside him on the grass, she willingly followed him; she had no want to refuse him.
Legs spread akimbo on the soft grasses, Halsin peppered her thighs, her lower belly, her hips in delicate kisses. Slow, lingering, passionate.
"You're going to make me cry again." She warned him, her eyes already blurring.
"With happiness, love. Tears are never an evil." She could hear the smile, as he continued up her body, unfazed.
"I know.. always." She smiled and sniffed, "I can't help it. I'm sorry."
"Never apologise, my heart. I adore the fact you feel emotions so strongly." He kissed his way along her sternum, over the swell of her breasts, his large hands padding their way up the forest floor, "I adore you." He added, breath ghosting over her collarbone, and she bit her lip, as she grinned.
"And.." he nudged his nose against her chin, following it with a kiss, "if you ride my face and suck my cock as you did just then, you have my freest permission to do whatever you like."
Helna shoots a laugh and scrunches her eyes, as Halsin settles above her, "A perk of Undeath, it seems."
"I know not what it is, but it was incredibly erotic, as you can tell by my -- ah, eagerness." He chuckled, a mote of embarrassment in his voice, "I must admit, you took me quite by surprise. In over 350 years, no one has taken my cock quite like that." He traced across her lips, slowly sliding his tongue into her mouth.
He tasted like sex, and warmth, and quickly revitalising desire.
They moan and keen against each others mouths; slow, and wet, and hot. Taking their time. Soaking into the tenderness of the moment. Savouring each other in this place, this plane.. this stillness in chaos.
Hands roamed, knees parted thighs, calves wrapped around hips needfully.
Half-hard and willing, Halsin positioned himself to prod Helna's soaked entrance. He easily slid passed any resistance.
Stunned gasps tremble from both of them at the warm welcome.
"Already, beloved?" Helna moans through a small smile.
"Always, my heart. And at least twice more tonight."
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Ahh, it's been a little while since I've flexed the smut writing fingers. Hope it's not been too lonely without me 🤭
Premise: When Halsin Met Helna.. well the first time, anyway.. 🤭☺️
• Pre-Game • Halsin x Helna • Mild
Pre-shadowcursed Helna, "Edith", good times, celebration, siblings, gifts, love at first sight, well.. for now it's lust but we know what's gunna happen, in like 100 years, sorry boo, amateur VP throughout post.
It's not my usual smutty self, but I was inspired 🤌✨
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Their mission was clear; cheese, meat and and fresh loaves on the way home from the market. Everything else was free game today!
Edith had taken Teirnan and Suewen into the town to see all the beautiful decorations that had been placed around the main square and beyond.
The local Druid Enclave had sent a delegation to meet with Lord General Thorm to cement relations after rumours of Sharran activity within the area.
A frightening prospect for a town bathed in Selûne's light. The night had become a scary place to linger in the latest months.
It had given Edi pause for thought with continuing her tutoring with Balthazar in the late hours, but he had promised her that she was safe from Sharran influence, or interference.
She had tried to question it but he simply chanted an incantation, blew soot over her and told to ask no more questions.
She took it that he was now watching over her journeys to and from Moonrise when she walked home. Whether it was a comforting thought, or not was debatable.
He was a terrifying man, but a good person to know in circumstances such as these.
He seemed to have answers to the questions that others simply didn't.
Showed her things that she didn't believe could be possible.
"Wow! It looks so pretty!" Suewen chirped from beside her, as they walked into Reithwin Market proper.
"It looks the same Sues, just more flowers." Teirnan huffed, rolling his eyes.
"Shut up, it does not." Suewen retorted sharply.
"Oh, none of this sniping please. This is supposed to be a nice day." Edith pleaded, defusing the rumbling discord, "Let's go see what the stalls are offering, eh?"
"Stinky cheese, please!" Sues prompted, with a smile.
"Stinkier the better!" Teirnan agreed, nodding with puckered lips.
"Stinky cheese and broccoli soup?" Edi pursed her lips in temptation, awaiting the response.
It was resounding agreement, followed by a trio of laughter and a sprint towards the cheese stall.
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Now that Edith was making money for her apprenticeship with the Mortuary - and secretly from her agreement with Balthazar - she'd been able to treat her little brother and sister to festival delights she'd never been able to before.
Festival foods, and gifts, and crafts!
The turkey legs as large as their thighs, the wooden toys that would wile away the hours and the sweet makings of the creatively talented in the village.
Tiernan had picked up a new figure to add to his collection; a Wizard for his imaginary band of adventurers.
Suewen had picked up three new hand-made hair accessories for her beautifully long locks.
The pair had also kindly suggested picking up their mother a new shawl to wear when the dark evening's drew in closer - one of autumnal colours and silver thread.
Their father did not receive such a suggestion.
Although his mindless servitude suited the family well in the last few months - thanks to Balthazar - his past abuse would never be forgotten, nor forgiven.
Her siblings had bounded off to the sound of a Puppet show gathering by the Bridge, while Edith was left with her basket of stinky cheese - wrapped several times to attempt at containing the smell - and gifts.
"I thought that was you!" Came the booming voice her good friend, Gerringothe, "Edi!"
"Gerri." She greeted, turning to face her friend of golden curls, perfect teeth and rosy cheeks.
Gerrigothe Thorm was a beautiful and buxom woman, smartly dressed in pink and golden trim. Her smile was brighter than the gold she counted, as she beamed at Edith.
"I thought we were meeting at the Moon later. You'd better not stand me up again." She chided, shimming her shoulders as she waggled her finger.
"We are, silly. I'm here showing my brother and sister the Market with it's lovely stalls. You've done well organising this." She congratulated, squeezing her arm.
Gerri wrapped it under her and linked arm in arm with her, "I know, I am absolutely fabulous, aren't I?" She beamed, walking along.
"Absolutely fabulous." Edith repeated, with a glad smile.
Not many really liked Gerri. Her over abundant confidence was sometimes off-putting but Edi enjoyed it; seeing a woman so self assure made her aspire to be just like her.
"Have you seen the handsome Druids that have come with the delegation? Ah!" She gasped, laying her hand across her plentiful bosom.
"I have not." Edi answered, keeping her lips tight, "I've told you I'm not interested--"
"--interested in all that right now. Yes, I know! But this isn't the normal crop we harvest, darling Edi. These boys are carved different." A devious smirk and low voice rippled through the words.
Edith rolled her eyes and laughed, "Oh, and that's why you want me to go to the pub tonight, cause they'll all be there."
"Of course! I've invited them myself!" Gerri giggled, batting Edi's arm and grinning, "You mustn't let me down." She frowned, pouting slightly, "I need my lovely, dour friend to brighten up the place."
Edith's face flattened at her sarcasm and they laughed together. Gerri loosened their arms and gently laid her fingers across her forearm.
"It would really be lovely to see you again, it's been such a long time."
"I know, I've been very busy." She excused, pulling her smile tight.
"Yes, well. With all that money you're acquiring now from my Uncle's hermit Mystic Aid, you can get yourself a new dress. Madame Trussad is in the square with new silks and fabrics--"
"--I highly doubt--"
"--In something that isn't black. I beg you." She cut in dramatically, "I'm not listening to another word. Tell your mother and the children I said, 'Hello'! See you tonight!"
And off she went without another word, waving her hand and her ample behind as she went.
Edith sighed, shook her head and continued down the street towards, where her siblings had taken off running towards the bridge.
Lost in thoughts of how to possibly find an excuse for tonight, Edi made her way through the bustling marketplace.
It warmed her to see the town so happy and joyful after the grief that had swarmed them, after their Lady Melodia had been taken too early. There hadn't been much to celebrate. Save for when the Dame Aylin came to visit.
Scanning the crowd by the Puppet show for her siblings, she couldn't see them.
Widening her field of search, she saw them sat by the water fountains edge, talking to a rather large Elf - an uncharacteristically large Elf. Donned in Druids leathers and carrying a large glaive on his back. Edith's head jerked at the sheer size of him.
Gerri was right; they were carved differently than the usual droll.
He was tanned and extremely muscular, with long auburn hair entwined with ivy and white flowers.
Suddenly her mouth was quite dry, her interest quite piqued.
The large stranger had his hand hovering over Tiernan's knee, golden light radiating over it.
A healing spell, she quickly identified.
The man softly said something to Teirnan, to which he responded with a sideways look of sheepishness. Suewen clearly interjected affectionately at the man, her cheeks flushed pink.
He responded with a chuckle that lilted on the wind and reached her ears, and suddenly it was as if all her cares had vanished on the warm breeze.
Who was this man?
"I fell." Said her brother's voice and Edith shook her head, blinking dimly.
She'd apparently kept walking the entire time she'd been ogling because she was right beside the handsome stranger.
"Have you?" She responded dimly.
"Yes, I told him not to run." Sues informed her, in a tone of voice that made her sound very different than her sister that thought all boys were yucky.
It brought her out of her stupor just enough to gather herself.
"I thank you, Saer. For healing my brother's scrapes." She thanks, composing herself at last.
"Not a worry, I am here to help." His voice was warm and smooth like melted chocolate and honey, drizzled on fresh, hot pastries.
He stood up to his full size and turned to face her.
Dear gods of every direction.
He was perfection.
Scarred chin, entrancing eyes, chisled jaw and his body.. Edith bit her lip internally.
The Gods wept the day this man was created because they had to wait to have him join them.
He tilted his head, searching her face for a moment before his gaze dipped to regard the rest of her. Edith swallowed. Hard.
His gaze returns to her face, the ghost of flirtation in his eyes, "It was my pleasure."
Edith's tongue poked out to snake across her bottom lip, before she corraled it.
"Regardless, it was very kind. Especially when I asked him to pay heed to his sister's words." She gently scolded, pursing her lips.
Tiernan sighed heavily, the sigh of a child caught in wrong-doing.
"Ah, do not be too hard on him. It is an exciting time and there's not been much chance to celebrate in recent times. I'll wager it's been a number of years."
"You'd be correct." Edi nodded, looking up at his astonishing hazel eyes. She made herself her own wager she'd never see eyes quite like that again.
"There is a gathering in the Waning Moon this eve, I.. assume you'll be joining the frivolities." He ventured, gesturing a large hand at her.
"I will be, yes." She answered without thought, placing a hand on her chest. If he was there, she'd follow him to the Hells.
"Then I shall see you this evening, Madam."
"You shall indeed. Maybe I shall buy you a drink as thanks." She suggested, boldly.
"That would be appreciated. Until later." He left her with a flirtatious half-grin, and lazily dragged gaze, as he walked away.
Edith watched enraptured by the firmness of his behind and the ripple of his tight musculature.
It was several moments before Teirnan said, "What?" Pulling both of his sisters from their trance.
"Are you really meeting with him this evening?" Sues looked thrilled by the prospect.
Edith nodded, slightly dazed, "I think I need to see Madame Trussad."
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Can you tell I'm having fun with photomode recently? 🤭☺️
If you're missing my usual smut, I won't blame you 😏😅
I was tagged by @dearest-and-nearest and it seemed fun! No pressure tag for @optimisticgrey @goosebuermps @instigator9000-blog @astarioffsimpmain and @rdekarios
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HA! I kinda love that! 😄🥹 The architypes fit them both 🤔 The village Kooky Lady and the begrudging Police Captain!
Also, they clearly have feelings for one another but refuse to talk about it until something dramatic happens 🤣
Have to admit. I know next to no one else in that list, so that fuck I got Jopper! 🙌
But I assume the couple stereotype is wacky lady/sensible dude 🤣
Does your Tav plan to grow old, or do they think they will die young?
VP by the fabulous @alstromeri-a ✨
AN: Taking heavy influence from the CR campaign 3 ending! It's not same but it rhymes.. so spoilers if you haven't seen it but want to!
I'd like to think that Selûne blesses them through Aislyn and Isobel, so that she grows old with Halsin 🥹😌
My version is more that in order to give her a new life, she needs to have an anchor point to ground the spell.. and Halsin immediately puts himself forward.
She objects saying that it wouldn't be fair with his roaming ways to be tied to her through divine magic but that he says that she is his home now, and that his happiness means he doesn't need to roam to find it anymore.
Blahblah! It's all totes emosh! 🥹
So I get to say both for her! She died young and gets to live till she's old and grey with the man she loves! ☺️
