Hi! Iām Erailia, thanks for visiting. I use She/Her pronouns and Iām a 20 something with far too many ideas. I use this blog as a journal as a way to interact with my hyper-fixationsā¦
I enjoy writing and art as a hobby, and love to share it with others; keep in mind, Iām an amateur!
I am currently obsessed with Baldurās Gate 3. My favs are Astarion, Trafalgar Law, and Roanoa Zoro
Iām a filthy Self-Shipper, a slut for fictional characters, and love to ramble! I donāt tolerate any form of ignorance or intolerance, and any NSFW content will have warnings and be heavily tagged!
My ask box is always open, please interact with me!
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Yāall ever think about two people trying desperately to seduce the other, but theyāre both so stubborn that it becomes an unspoken competition over who will give in first?
Thank you to @bettystonewell for tagging me! This is the last line I wrote. Currently, I am still writing my 'Woman of Letters' series, (28k words and counting).
āWhereās Dean?ā You asked, your voice soft and full of hope.
Again, I don't have many mutuals, so I will just tag my favorite accounts: @deansbeer @dulcescorderitas @sammyluvr @buckysbabygorl @lovelybarnes
thank you for the tag bby! @dulcescorderitas ALSO THAT LINE HELLO??? š (need that)
āAtta girl,ā he praises absentmindedly, the three fingers heās got freed reaching to stroke your jaw with fervour as he tracks the purse of your lipsāwrapping around the blunt with far less expertise than him, but with all the determination to compensate for it.
smoking?? praising?? have we guessed who it is yet?? š LMAO. this line might not exist by the time this is released bc i am a neurotic editor. who knowsāmaybe, maybe not š¤·āāļø
Hiii Violetš thanks for the tag!! Your snippet sounds so hot š¤šš
Thereās something about him thatās so... complicated, like there's more lurking beneath the surface. You shake the thought off, but a small part of you wonders just how much of a knight he might actually be.
Luckily it happened to be a chaste one š š¤
No pressure tags: @lazyjellyfish300 @ayumigotabittoolonely @lethargiccryptid @mysteria157 @sandsorghum
Thank you for the tag @dreamingkitsunewrites! I'm so curious about your WIP...
āIām notā¦ā he starts, trailing off quickly. The very thought of him going into some sort of dialogue right now will probably make you cave. You know if he keeps going, youāll stay right here with him, letting your heart tear itself further to shreds. And you canāt. For once in the wonderful, yet painful years that youāve known him, you need to do whatās right. You clench your glass and make to leave, scooting the stool back as your feet plant on the floor, only to be met with the warmth of his hand on your wrist. Itās gentle, so so gentle, even with his strength.
āPlease,ā Nanami murmurs, voice rough with deep emotion. āJustā¦let me speak.ā
No pressure tags: @lifewithroseglasses @ambiguouslady42 @sugurusfavemonkey @capricornlevi @shycoconutt @valleydoli @triangularz @giselle0811 + anyone else who would like to join!
@mysteria157- courtney TAG ME in that fic when you post because I'm dying here. and thank you for the tag, doll ā„ļø
last two sentences written. they're for zoro of course: He gives you what you need, the right space, the right posture, the right love. When he does, the dust settles, the ship quiets.
@softlypaintedseafoam @usoppshoneydew @soft-persephone @kultofkorii @ramonathinks @itsagoodluckkiss @nina-ya @hantaslovebug @sundew199 @cocoamoonmalfoy and all- your sentence(s) plz plz I want I want gimme
thanks for the tag @triangularz! the last two sentences i wrote recently were for an usopp x reader fic!
Adjusting his bag, he searches through it diligently until he pulls out some sort of surface bloom; bright and yellow with a large circle of brown in the middle. Itās the most beautiful flower youāve ever seen. āIt looks something like this!ā
i'll be tagging... @hash-slinging-slasher-trash @pranabefall @chibinasuu @traflawgar @citrinae @sordidmusings @worstgenerationloser + you
Thanks for the tag moot! I havenāt had much time to write, but:
I find I cannot trust myself. My body and mind will always betray me. Iām lost in the sea of voices. The guardian, the voice, and Astarion all pull me in different directions. Despite their differences, there is one agreement between the three. I am pathetic.
The second chapter to my durge/astarion wip that I wrote back a bit ago!
No pressure tags!: @davenswitcher @flowerspear @monsterlimbs
Iāve been MIA for a little bit due to school and such, but man I know Iām going through it when I rewatch the videos of me getting a lap dance from the sexy male stripperā¦
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The moments when my heart is broken, my expectations disappointed, and my hope seeming crushed are the ones I feel that itās so important to not let it get to me. To keep hoping and having high expectations in my life, despite how things went in the past.
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Work in progress I wrote for my durge and Astarion:
What makes me so special?
*M/F, no pronouns used, fingering, Astarion is manipulative, exploration of what Astarion might be like after all heās gone through pre-tadpole*
Every nerve of mine is firing, or at least that seems like the most logical way to explain the effects of his cold fingersā tireless ministrations
My minds a fuzzy haze; a different kind than Iām used to. Iām seeing stars, tensing up, when I feel a harsh icy finger press against my open, panting lips
āShush now darling, itās already painfully obvious to our companions that you need me, we neednāt illustrate the point any furtherā
Astarionās smug grin peers down at me. Itās an effort to peel my eyes open, and I almost immediately regret doing so
My gut churns at his words and thereās the small, unrelenting voice that rings through my useless head. Yearning to wipe that shit eating grin off his face. Dig my nails into him and shout that heās wrong, I donāt need him
I donāt do any of those things. I know that heās right. I need him, and Iām not going to argue with the man whose ending my world with a couple digits
Astarion seems to know my body better than I ever could, or at least he does now. Maybe before all this, I could have done it by myself, knew how to tilt my fingers, what pace felt best. Yet I donāt, so Iāve resolved to letting myself be degraded by this pallid, sharp-toothed fiend
Against my better judgment, against the disgusting voice that grinds against the inside of my skull, Iām sucking that taut finger in with my tongue. Iām bobbing my head in agreement and holding in my whines as his grin widens at my compliance
He clicks his tongue, his amusement growing, āYes thatās right dear, who else could possibly unravel you like this?ā
I can feel the weight of his gaze as it rakes down my form, those sharp scrutinizing eyes devour me āYou know that no one else could help you like I do, guide you with your condition, right?ā
I donāt deign to respond, Im too focused on finding that sweet ending. he always does this anyways, asks these demeaning questions when Iām at my most vulnerable.
My blood boils as he picks up the pace, I know this dance by now. He quickens, works those magic fingers, then I feel the coil snap. Only this time, right as Iām about to burst, he rips his fingers out from my core with a sudden movement.
The hand that was once on my lips is digs into the side of my face, cradling my head up to his. My eyes snap open, a whine rips from my throat as my gaze finds his.
His face is cold and harsh, heās a breadth away from me and his lips pull back into a snarl
Most would likely stiffen with fear at the sight of those mean crimson eyes or the threat promised in his glinting canines. Unfortunately for me, my body doesnāt seem to react to danger, another broken function of mine. Maybe if I were normal, I wouldnāt be in this situation.
His voice lacks the practiced sensuality. Instead it drips venom as he snarls āI asked a question my sweet. I donāt appreciate being ignored, especially not when Iām providing for you so kindlyā
The voice is now screaming at me, scratching its claws at my forehead. It shouts at me to pay him pack for all his disrespect. For taking my lifeblood. It urges me with all its might to give him a taste of his own medicine, maybe see how his neck and blood tastes
Of course, I donāt listen. Astarion knows as well as I do that Iām weak. Every warrior has an Achilles Heel. Whatever the voice in me is, I know it hates Astarion. Hates the weakness I have for him, maybe thatās part of the draw I have to the vampire
I hold his gaze for a long moment. I pretend that I could hate him, pretend that Iām able to stand up to him, pretend that Iām making an exception just this once. I put on a good show. Baring my teeth, clenching my fists, meeting his gaze with my own, but we both know itās a show.
With a heavy sigh I nod, āFine Astarion, youāre right. I need youā
My voice is defiant and unconvincing but he accepts it. He pulls back, his sensual smug expression returning as his fingers trail back down my body, teasing my core, lightly circling my clit
This is good, this is worth the disrespect. Iāve forgotten all about it by the time his fingers stuff me, pumping in and out in rhythm to the song my body sings to him
Astarionās back to whispering sugary sweet praises into my neck. This is our arrangement, as he makes me come undone, he gets his own payment. Iām on the edge when he sinks his teeth into my neck, groaning and lapping incessantly as he drinks my blood
The sensation always pushes me over the edge, and I cry as the coil in my stomach snaps. His fingers pump in me as I ride out my high, and for a brief sweet moment, weāre holding each other and shuddering, coming down from our highs.
Itās like clockwork. He helps clean me up, I offer to return the favor, he politely declines and claims āmy blood is payment enoughā, and he leaves me, sweaty and panting, alone in my tent.
I donāt believe him, but I dont understand why. This started slow, built to sex, and now has become this quick easy dance. Iāll take anything he will give me, but I desperately want to return the favor. Iāve lain here many nights, trying to figure out why he rejects my offers.
Iāve come to the conclusion that I suck at it. I wonder if I was once good and desirable, if the roles couldāve been reversed, and I could have Astarion begging me instead. My bodies primal instincts donāt tell me how to touch another gently, how to pleasure, so Iāve accepted that blood is a good exchange.
But sometimes I consider that it could be another part of whatever plot he has. Astarion likes to remind me Iām not the brightest, but the voice tells me not to trust him. Maybe one day he will remind me of how selfish I am, how my need for him isnāt fair and blood doesnāt equate to the way he makes me feel
Everything in my mind is my durge and Astarion. Everything. Song I like? Itās about them. Movie I like? Itās also about them. Every cliche trope and AU? Itās about them too
This is so real but also I kinda view it as more of "brainbloom" rather than brainrot? Because I haven't been this creative in AGES. My mind's sprouting little creative flowers and I'm very happy about it!! I see him everywhere because I love him! And I think it's awesome that he's so well-written, that he, a fictional character, has brought back MY, a real person, 's creativity after I was in a creative rut for like 3 years!
Brainbloom is such a cute way to put it! Iāve said for so long that heās a muse for me and so many others. Iām literally learning to make an animatic cause of him??! Heās given so many limitless creative visions
I adore how Astarion is written, and how his validation is so tightly tied to his looks and sexuality. Iāve seen people discuss his relationship with his own looks before, but itās just so raw and realistic. I really love how in act two, when he propositions a second time, heās clearly wounded at your rejection
Itās so relatable. I can only imagine how badly that rejection would sting for someone who probably hasnāt experienced many in his life. Especially after you already slept with him once before
His reaction hit me like a bus. He is at this crossroads between not wanting to be used for his body, and yet his self worth is dependent on being a beautiful sexual creature
*I recorded the interaction in my play though in case anyone wanted to watch it*
See my problem is Astarion's spectrum of looks is so vast. Soft Astarion with a curly ponytail and cute round glasses with a chain is so fucking pretty I want to smooch his pointy little face and cuddle him until he squeaks like a chew toy.
And then you can put Astarion in that gortash robe with his tits out, give him eyeliner and metal claws on his fingers and make his eyes glow and watch him glare at you. He's so fucking pretty and I'm always craving both sides of the coin. And that is the only reason I usually have a spawn/ascended route on rotation at the same time.
I have drafts rambling about this, but I adore how versatile he is. I love how every artist and fic writer has a different way of conveying him, from sharp angles and snarky comments to soft puppy eyes. Heās truly a muse
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Last book: tbh I don't read many actual books much anymore, mostly stick to fanfics. In which case it would have to be The Season on AO# by Linnetagain
Last movie: Deadpool and Wolverine, was a really good film tbh!
Sweet/spicy/savoury: savory for sure, but I love all of them in their own way
Relationship status: engaged, but only bc we don't want to get married. We've been together 10 years.
Last thing I googled: "why does my nose and around my eyes hurt" at 2:30 am, turns out I had a sinus infection headache.
Looking forward to: What the rest of my year has to offer.
Tagging: @garou @werevampiwolf @la-yui and anyone else who wants to do it~ :3c
Last book: i'm currently reading the Earth's Children Saga by Jean M. Auel, it's quite a quite old series but i remember i read the first book when i was young and now i wanna know how is ending xD
Last movie: at the cinema it was Deadpool & Wolverine, at home Dune part2 i think
Sweet/spicy/savoury: definitely not spice xD i've low tolerance and can't eat anything with hot pepper in it
Relationship status: married, it will be 4 years of marriage in july and 15 years in october since i'm with my husband
Last thing I googled: "conta caratteri" (word count) because i needed it for a post in a gdr forum
Looking forward to: short term i would like to change my job ASAP, long term i just want to live in peace
Tagging: @hoover1st @julientel @not-so-lost-after-all @spageddy @lirotation you are the firsts that tumblr suggests me, welcome to the tag game! And of course anyone who wants to join =D
Everything in my mind is my durge and Astarion. Everything. Song I like? Itās about them. Movie I like? Itās also about them. Every cliche trope and AU? Itās about them too