I like Astarion still, just it's that i am in love with Minthara. 😳

baldur's gate 3 characters + text posts pt. 8

Party Banter #1

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Series Summary: A bunch of short scenarios involving Minthara and Galatea, based on some of the party's in-game banter.

In the weeks that had passed since she joined the fight against the Absolute, Minthara had many thoughts on her companions. Though some of them changed with time, the first impression she had on all of them never wavered: 

Everyone talked too much.

Every instant, someone had something to say or point out. A joke here, a remark there. Random questions about what her life in the Underdark was like. It was bad enough that she could hear their jumbled thoughts at any time, thanks to the tadpole, but must they keep on talking too?

At the very least her lover, Galatea, was on the quieter side. Though, the new status of their relationship has brought on much conversation, much to Minthara’s chagrin. 

As of now, the party found themselves in a store. Minthara stood to the side while Galatea spoke with the vendor, charming them to sell an important item for half the price. Her face turned into a scowl when she noticed the way that the vendor’s eyes looked downwards, at Galatea’s exposed legs. 

She crossed her arms, assuming a more intimidating stance. For a moment, the man turned his attention to her. Minthara’s nose flared as she squinted her eyes at him, smirking when he gulped and turned back to Galatea, positively scared. Minthara leaned back on the wall, chuckling. 

The joy she felt while watching the man stutter didn’t last long, as Wyll walked up next to her. 

“I saw that.” He whispered.

“I do not understand what you are talking about.” 

“Other people are allowed to speak with Galatea, you know.”

“Oh yes, I am quite aware. But if that man desires to keep his eyes, he shouldn’t look at what isn’t his.” Minthara hissed. 

Wyll shaked his head and sighed. “Amourous passions usually make people more considerate, Minthara.” He paused for a moment, looking at her. “Kinder, sympathetic, better at cooperating.” 

Seeing as Galatea was near finished, Minthara stood straighter, giving Wyll a murderous look. “And what do you know of that, child? They can also make people more protective, guarded, paranoid, and jealous.” 

“Everything good?” Galatea asked, once she was near them. She looked at the two of them, confused as to why they seemed to be engaged in a staring contest. 

Wyll was the first to break away, huffing. “Yes. Everything’s good.” He gave her a tight smile. 

“Okay…” Galatea raised a brow but didn’t question. She turned towards Minthara, opening up her backpack, and retrieving a shiny new armor. “Here. I got you this.” She said, as Minthara took the item, frowning. “I noticed that your armor was rusting, and thought you deserved something better.” She explained. “So, I sweetened up the vendor until he gave in, the fool.” Galatea smirked. 

“Thank you, my love.” Minthara said, causing the tiefling to smile. 

Galatea made her way towards the exit, but before she could touch the door, she felt Minthara’s hand wrap around her wrist, yanking her back. Before Galatea could say anything, the drow’s lips smashed into hers, kissing her passionately. 

She moaned lightly as Minthara deepened the kiss, only breaking away when they were both out of air. 

“What was that for?” Galatea asked breathlessly. 

“Nothing.” Minthara smirked, putting a loose strand of hair behind the tiefling’s ear. “Come. We still have a war to win.” She said, marching out of the store, pulling Galatea along. 

Wyll, who was still inside, looked at the vendor. The man’s face was pale and he tried to say something but Wyll just shook his head and said “Save it.” before heading out. 

Party Banter #2

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Part 1 here

Series summary: A bunch of short scenarios involving Minthara and Galatea, based on some of the party's in-game banter.

A/N: Pretend that Lae’zel’s combat romance scene happens in act 3 ok.

Warning: the beggining of this chapter is very steamy.

It was late at night, when Galatea sneaked off into her lover’s tent, making sure not to make much noise. Slowly getting in, she smiled, seeing that Minthara was already naked. While the rest of their companions had all gone to sleep, Minthara and Galatea’s activities were just beginning. 

After all, tonight was the night that Minthara would finally debut her most recent acquisition. 

She had first seen it when the group visited Sharess Caress. While the brothel itself paled in comparison to the ones at Menzoberranzan, the drow was intrigued by one obscured area of the establishment, hidden behind a curtain. Minthara momentarily left the group, and taking one peak behind inside, she soon found out what it was: a small shop, full of sexual objects on display. 

As the vendor happily showed her their items, Minthara found one in particular to be of great interest. The object itself was made of a material she couldn't recognize but it was shaped like a cock, with its tip slightly tilted to the side. It was connected to a bunch of leather straps, of which the vendor was happy to show Minthara how to put it on. 

When she reunited with the group, smirking, Galatea was quick to ask where she had gone off. Minthara’s reply was a simple “you’ll find out soon.”

And now, as the drow relentlessly pounded into her, Galatea grabbed the back of her neck, bringing her close, whispering “This is the best money you have ever spent” before kissing Minthara. 

After they both finished, Minthara slowly dragged the phallic object out of her lover and laid next to her. The two were tired, staying on the ground as they regained their breath, when Galatea heard something.

She sat up, looking around. 

“What’s wrong?” Minthara asked, frowning. 

“I’m hearing a commotion outside” She stood up, taking a peak behind the tent’s opening. “Oh gods…” she whispered, turning her head towards Minthara. “You should see this.”

The drow stood up, a brow raised as she looked in the same direction as Galatea. Soon, Minthara was smirking.

“It seems we aren’t the only ones having fun tonight.” 

…

Minthara, Lae’zel and Galatea had gone out to the city, to buy supplies for the oncoming fights. Usually, Shadowheart would have come along, as she was one of the few healers of the group but she woke up…undisposed. Tired, as she claimed, from a restless night. 

The tiefling approached the gith, a mischievous look on her face. “So, Lae’zel…it seems you and Shadowheart have finally gotten over your little disagreements.” 

The fighter took a deep breath. “That is none of your business.” 

“Oh please, the tadpole connect us all. Hard to keep secrets.” Galatea said. “Just admit it, you found love too.” 

Lae’zel shot her a murderous look, but before she could say anything, Minthara stepped in between them. 

“Speaking of which'' she began “a few pointers, Lae’zel. I heard you and your lover locked in combat, but the test you set was not rigorous enough.” 

The gith huffed. “As if you could come up with something better.” 

Minthara only smirked. “Oh yes. A personal suggestion, if you will.” The drow briefly looked at Galatea before turning to Lae’zel again. “Next time, tie them to the ground, and do not release them until you are both satisfied.” 

“Hm…you have given me ideas.” Lae’zel replied, smirking. She then chuckled as a very red faced Galatea picked up her pace, walking ahead, with Minthara sprinting after her. 

A gift. Some more textpost memes of our blorbos.

idk if you can tell, but i'm legitimately so obsessed with minthara. i love how she won't stop plotting and scheming for a single second.

The gals.....

Minthara

yeah he is young handsome man with a quick and easy smile, what about it

tfw your dumb bloodkin gets to hold the heart on evil family portrait day

If you ever tagged me to do one of those tag game thingies and I never did it:

1) Thank you, seriously. Those are fun and being included shows that my followers care enough to want to learn more about me.

2) Very sorry about that, it’s extremely likely that I said to myself “Cool! But I’m busy at the moment, I’ll have to do this later today or tomorrow” before proceeding to just straight-up forget, now it’s too far back in my notifications and/or your blog to find again.

which is definitely not an omen

This is where Brexit Britain has gotten us. Can't even have a proper apocalypse now.

If any hot punk boys wanna fuck me in an alleyway I’m down

I'm meant to be married to rich man Idc if he cheats I just need his money

me: *rolls over and goes back to sleep*

the necromancer who just spent several days constructing and performing a ritual to raise me from the dead: