Taz

In the bounty of Baldur’s Gate where promises of opportunity and splendor walked in the footsteps of the citizens, Karlach and Astarion knew they could not escape the torments of their lives. No matter how much pain and control she could assert over him, there was still the engine in her chest that made her feel helpless. No matter how desperately Astarion begged for her dominance, Karlach could never truly make him feel as wretched as he felt in the shadow of Cazador’s grasp. He never admitted aloud to Karlach that he only returned for these nightly escapades because she is the only person who made it feel good to hate himself. And she never forced him to say it, just as he never forced her to admit that she could die at any moment without coming close to the vengeance she deserved. They both knew what the other gained from these nights without having to say the words.

Reposting since the first post didn't format correctly. AU hellspawn fic that is a dark psychoanalysis of Astarion and Karlach after both of them failed to achieve their revenge after the events of BG3. Please comment and enjoy!

Happy pridemonth! 🏳️‍🌈

taking suggestions on my instagram part 6 maybe?

not one piece again woooooops but I love and miss her

My darlings 🤲

What do you do when your favorite vampire spawn is haunted by a terrifying memory?

Nothing, really.

You just stay by his side and wait for the storm to pass. <3

Comforting pastime