#optimisticgrey

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Bathed under a canopy of silver moonlight and glittering stars, the scent of the warming fire and fresh wood shavings from his latest creation; Celeste and Halsin lay together, held just right in this place and time.

Long, lazy kisses of laboured lips and tongues, finally part. Her pussy throbs, her heartbeat pulsing through her swollen lips.

Gazing down at the hulking adonis beneath her, his eyes returning her fire and adoration with lidded intensity; Celeste reaches between them to align his thick cock with her eager and soppy entrance.

Halsin's jaw flexes, his breath stuttering as her fingers wrap around his delicious girth. Celeste licks her bottom lip in anticipation of the satisfying stretch of her pussy, as she envelopes him inside her.

"My heart. We need not have sex, simply because I am erect. I am content here, lying naked with you." He smiles warmly, crows feet creasing his eyes.

Celeste returns his sentiment, as her heart aches with joy, "I'm fully aware." She nods with a wry grin.

She bucks her hips to skillfully slip his bulbous head between her soaked folds.

Halsin's eyes roll closed, as his face contorts in pleasure. He stutters out a hollowed breath, gripping desperately onto Celeste's thighs.

Celeste inhales deeply, and breathes out slowly, preparing herself to take his full girth. Sinking slower still down his generous length, she begins her torturous descent.

She rocks herself along the amount of him already conquered, adjusting her body to his size. A well practised technique they had found together after their many love making's.

Relaxing her tighting walls to envelope him inside, her want and need slickening his journey to the depths of her. Celeste bites her lip against the stretch of him, the gentle bruising of his great paw-like hands on her hips.

Halsin choked praise on her name, as her wet and willing walls heralded his return, "Yes, my heart. Oh, my heart.. yes." He slides his grip to apex of her hips, guiding her rhythm to his own and he thrusts beneath her.

Their movements knowingly entwining, falling into easy, familiar step with each other. Like lovers fated in storybooks of old; destined to be together.

The sinful squelch of her pussy's fullness, and the tender ache at her cervix, announces Halsin's complete length welcome inside her twitching vagina. She ruts her hips down to sucker him entirely.

They both gasp in triumph and smile to each other, before Celeste leans down to her lover, encompassing him in another open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues mate and dance together, lips bitten and sucked on.

She sits up fully, sinking back down onto his length. His fingers tease her spine, the other hand smoothing up the planes of her tummy and chest, resting on her sternum.

"I can feel you, my heart. Do not hold back. Take me. Take me entirely as your own."

Celeste grins down at him, a dangerous and dark smirk, that curls at the edges of her desire.

Flicking her feet to bury her toes to the ground, she takes off at a relentless pace. Halsin's grip switches to her waist, as he laughs through a gasp at her urgency and heat.

"Yes, my love. That's it. Ride me." He growls, his chest rumbling with hot need.

She slams her thighs and ass down hard as she gallops atop him, the slap of their skin clapping thunder around the forest clearing.

The feel of his thick cock rippling against the ridges of her needy pussy. It filled her body with elation, while leaving her head quite empty to anything but the sensation of his cock pounding inside her.

His grasp tightens, as he plants his own feet to thrust up into her. A ragged shriek rips from Celeste's chest, as a new wave of bliss shudders his way through her body.

The thick head of his cock kissing her precipice, the dull, pleasurable ache of his force splitting her voluntarily in two.

She leans forward, palming his mighty chest, as his cock pumps in and out in precise and perfected rhythm. Pushing off and fucking back into him, her breasts bounded as she did, her fervour tenfold.

His eyes screw up, his face contorting in abject delight. Moaning gasps and cries, calling and dying in his throat, as she bounced on his delicious length. The blunt head of him pounding into her, as they thrust together.

Reaching between them, she drew frantic circles on her clit. Her lips were so licentiously wet, it felt almost criminalistic to feel this damned good.

Had she made an unknown pact with a devil to make fucking him feel so incredible? Or was it simply the love they felt for each other that made their connection so supremely intimate and special.

She knew the answer of course.

Her walls clench down around him, constricting his gliding cock. His hips falter at the sensation of her cunt tightening around him. He rolls his head back, muscles straining, displaying his truly biteable neck.

She knew he adored this part; the build to orgasm.

Often times they would do this over and over and over again, until one, or both of them begged for release.

But tonight was not for teasing, tonight was not for delaying their pleasure; it was for embracing their devotion and desire.

Halsin cups her breasts, gently thumbing her nipples. The erect little bud straining, as he played with them. It zaps electricity through her body, adding to the increasing need to cum.

"My love, are you close for me?" She asks, her voice almost unknown to her through lust.

He huffs a crazed laugh, "I'm waiting for you, my heart. Speak the words and I will fill you with my seed." He strains, the decision to delay his release and hold himself back, etched over the pained lines of his handsome face.

"I want to scream your name as I cum around you; feel your cries for me through your chest," she moves her palm to his heart, "Do not hold back."

"Never." He shakes his head with a devious smile, his teeth almost pointed in the flickering firelight.

Her orgasm was fast approaching; she wouldn't and couldn't deny it. She didn't want it to end, but Halsin had a wonderfully fast refractory period and besides, he loved feasting on her while she was pumped full of his cum.

Her body trembles, imagining the orgasm she would have with his face nestled between thighs; building the orgasm she was barreling towards now.

The feel of his large hands squeezing her waist and hips; the deep, pounding thrust of his thick, long cock. The pressure of her deft fingers encircling her pleasure, the tingle of her mind, as it fully embraces it's emptiness.

Her walls squeeze and tremble; Halsin's hand glides to mimic hers on his chest.

"Yes, my heart--"

The peak of her pleasure clawing through her chest, ripping her willingly apart.

"So close-so close.."

A soft gasp pants from her open lips, "Oh! Now!" She manages, before her hips buck uncontrollably.

Tensing and twitching, she arrives at the tumultuous abyss of her threating climax and dives head first without a care, or second thought.

Bucking and seizing, they roll and ride each other through the tempest of their joined orgasm. Moaning, groaning; crying their love and lust, desire and devotion.

Celeste mumbles words of utter adoration in delirious ecstacy, piling praise with fervent passion.

Halsin breathlessly echoes her, forcing himself to speak through the trembling aftershocks of cumming deep inside her needful cunt.

"My heart, my Celeste. My dear one. I--agh--I cannot-not--ngh.. find the w-words."

She collapses upon his mouth, encapsulating him again with an all-consuming kiss. Pouring into it all that his words couldn't find, but that her heart needed to express.

Her holds her close, like a precious thing; because that's what she was to him. Precious.

All that she had faced, and conquered. All that they had worked for, strived for. The unhappiness she had had to endure for so long. It all melted away into the furthest background; till it was weightless and unencumbering.

"I love you, Celeste." He whispers into her hair, as she lays her head upon his chest. She smiles, completely contented in the warmth of afterglow and echoes his words.

"I love you, Halsin."

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🪱- Which of your characters would actually have used the powers the parasite grants and who would’ve resisted it the longest?

This is tough because I really only have one fleshed-out OC that I just pour hours and hours into and play over and over again. The only companion that uses the parasites in my party is Minthara, and my Tav Ashwyn never ever ever uses them for any reason. She's very adamantly against it to the point of throwing the ones she acquires into a void somewhere.

🩸- Have you written—or would you write—something exploring the Dark Urge? How do you interpret it?

I haven't written a DU, but the one I campaign I started was with the intention of doing a horror run. If I wrote something about the DU, I think it would probably be like a failed redemption story. Like DU tries to control and move past the darkness inside, builds connections with people, and then ends up torturing and slaughtering them. It would be a darkfic and a bloody tragedy.

⛺- Who’s your favorite romance to write, and what makes their dynamic work for you?

Uhhhhh Halsin/Tav, exclusively XD There's a lot of things that I love about Halsin, far too many to get into for this ask. For the dynamic... I like the idea of Halsin connecting with someone that has a similar level of experience and wisdom to him, or even a little more. I love the idea of him finding an emotional peer, someone that he feels like he can not only help but also be helped by. I also love the fact that he's poly, there's so much emotional growth that happens on a healthy poly journey and his self-confidence when it comes to sharing a lover is soooooo so sexy to me. I haven't written too much poly into my fics because I avoid plot but my writing would be about Ashwyn (it's so weird to write her name, I always call her Tav!) being able to meet him in that place with her own confidence and not needing him to show her the poly ropes or do a lot of negotiating. I like him with partners that can also handle their own shit. See how long this was and I was trying to keep it short!!

As an honorable mention, Karlach and Wyll are my OTPPPPPP I haven't written anything about them but I love them together so so so so soooo so sooo much.

🍾- What inspired you to start writing BG3 fanfiction in the first place?

Halsin! I didn't feel inspired so much as I felt like I needed an outlet. Like when your brain has a hemorrhage and you need to drill a hole in your skull so you don't die... I need an outlet so my brain doesn't collapse under the pressure of all my thoughts about him. That's what got me started and what keeps me going is all the delightful connections I've made with fellow Halsinmancers.

😶‍🌫️- Do you self-insert in your fics, or is your protagonist completely separate from you?

Ummm I'm not totally sure how to answer this one. Ashwyn isn't me, she has her own life and stuff, but also she kind of is just a self-insert. She's like the most overpowered Mary Sue character... She's old af, a chronomancer who can selectively rewind time, massively skilled at anything she touches... Lol kind of like Doctor Who character in a way? Idk. Like obviously I'm not any of those things in real life but at the same time I feel like the Mary Sue thing is always a certain degree of self-insert.

🎉- What’s one story you still want to tell in the BG3 universe but haven’t started yet?

Oh man I can't talk about this it's a secret! Lol not really but I have no idea when I'm ever going to get to it. I really want to a write a "5 times this, and 1 time that" fic, where it's like... 5 times Tav sang to Halsin, and 1 time she didn't. And I want it to be a songfic, with dedicated playlists that are songs that Tav sings in the story as it follows the romance between her and Halsin. Back in the destiel hayday I saw people do songfics like that where, when you listened to the playlist as you read, it matched up pretty well to the pace of the story, and I want to see if I can pull something like that off. I also loooooooooove love love hozier + halsin, so I'm attempting to challenge myself by not including any hozier music (but of course the chapter titles will all still be hozier lyrics). Otherwise the songs for the fic are all folksy, because when I listen to the song I want to be able to easily imagine one person playing an instrument and singing and not have to mentally grapple with including eletronic or orchestral stuff. I have like 45 songs on the playlist ... I just don't know when I'll get to writing the fic.

🏠- What does Baldur’s Gate itself mean in your stories: home, chaos, redemption, or something else?

Hmm... Are we talking about the city, or the game? My stories are about sex first and foremost, let's just get that straight :P but greater plotlines in my head revolve around choosing love and hope even in the face of adversity. Those are the stories I like best.

🪼- Do you explore the tadpole as literal horror, or as a metaphor for control, trauma, or transformation?

I don't explore anything! Haha but if I did... I think it would about control. Fear of not having control of oneself, or being watched in the privacy of one's own mind. Maybe a deeper level of what it means to have control over yourself; were you more in control of yourself pre-tadpole? Are you actually more in control of yourself post-tadpole?

Eileanar was scarcely more than a blackened silhouette against the majesty of colours in the sky, but as he watched, it was suddenly illuminated from within by a searing pillar of light that rocketed up towards the heavens. Up and up and up, towards the vaulted ceiling of the lower stratosphere. It grew brighter, and brighter, until he had to raise a hand to shield his eyes against the ferocity of the light.

The light cleaved the heavens cleanly in two, as neatly as a sword slicing through a bolt of silk—and the light of the stars began to fall. Streaks of colour surged across the sky, running together like watercolour paints, a mess of shining, beautiful colour that rapidly grew murkier and darker and less pronounced with every second that the heavens caved in on themselves. He could feel the weight of the sky pressing down on him, the vast immensity of pressure as the space compressed down and down and down, condensing the world, reducing his potential—

The light suddenly coalesced into a vaguely humanoid shape, if a creature a thousand, thousand times more vast than a mountain could accurately be described as humanoid. Light in human form, vast and unknowable as the stars, made from the light stolen from the stars, leaving the heavens dead and empty and swollen with rapidly compressing loss.

The figure stood, a seething riot of power and potential writhing within, and from everywhere and nowhere came a psychic scream that near to tore his sanity to shreds. It was a scream of pain, yes, but it was pain and violation on a scale for which he had no frame of reference. If a planet could cry out in terror, it might have sounded like a whimper in comparison to this scream.

All of creation shuddered in horror, and the figure clutched at the place where it's brow would be.

As he watched, the stolen, violated starscape burst out of the figure, like water exploding from a swollen waterskin, but it did not flood back into the sky above. Instead it formed another figure, violent bright, a crystalline woman made of star-stuff a million lifetimes tall.

She touched a hand to the figure of light—and it turned abruptly to stone, overbalancing immediately and slowly falling backwards with the rumbling roar of an avalanche the size of a continent. As it fell, three shards of light pierced free of the stone forehead, surging up into the broken sky before falling in a great arc, a shooting star made of three equal parts that plummeted, plummeted, plummeted—

Landing a few feet in front of him, impacting the red dust with a resounding boom.

He coughed and waved a hand in front of his face against the billowing red debris, and as the dust slowly settled, he saw it—a beautiful, alien crown, with three jagged crystals affixed without obvious restraints. It rested in the air, not an inch of the precious metals touching the wretched ground below it, hovering just slightly above waist height.

He drew towards it, as if in a trance—it was without a doubt the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life. It radiated power, a siren song whispered directly into his heart by the most seductive singer he had ever heard. He knew that if he touched it, if he dared everything and risked placing the crown upon his brow, he would understand... everything. He would know the names of the colours in the sky, and he would know the language of the screaming star figure, and he would know every secret there was to know in the entirety of creation.

On the far side of the horizon, past the burning, sinking city of Eileanar, the crystalline figure turned a head the size of a galaxy in his direction.