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FYI, y'all have my blanket permission to spam me with as many boops as you need to get those cute badges :3

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Just leaving this here, little Illiamer, doing a little temple dance for the bitch queen of spiders

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“I took up my oath a long time ago.”

It was brought to my attention that an Oath of vengeance Paladin gets big wings at Level 20. So I did a thing

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Minthara and Kalius (by @ilikedetectives )

my hand slipped and instead of only putting my watermark on it I went I but further! Hope you still like it:)

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Minthara is the little spoon, try to change my mind it won’t work

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„Despite everything, I was happy.“

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More Young(er) Minthara and her displaced beast pet! She definitely used to chug a ‘speak with animals’ potion and share the juiciest gossip with her best and most loyal friend.

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No one can tell me that she didn’t carry her kitten everywhere! And as soon as possible the displacer beast probably carried her around!

mental image: little drow girl, grinning widely as she holds a young displacer beast that is almost taller than she is. this is her own cub, and she has to show mama.

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Done for the Minthara Fuckers Discord valentines day event (prompt list)!! Did a loose interpretation of the prompt 'embrace'! had a lot of fun with this piece. 😊

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After Illiamer had been resurrected by Withers, the former high priestess started to heal Mintharas mind. Every day for weeks she used up all of her magic to retrieve her memories. It was a tiring process that took a lot of energy, especially from Minthara. Because reclaiming decades of memories also meant remembering all the things that Orin had done to her.

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If anyone is interested in an Illiamer Roleplay Blog: here it is!

There is nothing there yet except for some reblogs of my own art lol

Yathtallar [Drow; a high priestess of Lolth]

Roleplay Blog for Illiamer Vandree, a Character based on a conversation between Minthara and Karlach.

Mostly canon compliant| will probably address darker themes, 21+| read comments for rules and information

Everything beyond the banter between Minthara and Karlach is made up by me. Feel free to write your own interpretation of the high priestess of house Vandree but Illiamer is my character, thank you!

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I love them so much!! Thank you for this!!

„Then let me see how ticklish these hips of yours actually are.“

Her priestess raking her fingernails over her hips and the side of her waist, just the faintest whisper of a touch.

Minthara is flipping through a tome of the surface collected in regards to keeping her senses sharp when it came to speaking their language. She recalls even now having to read and write in their tongue before her own blooding of the noble ritual and aimed to keep her skills sharpened as ever. Minthara flips a page of the book resting atop her thighs as she sat perched within their shared bed. She should have known that something was amiss when the Vandree priestess came in to trek through the shredded parchments scattered across the floor in silence. Without her usual snark in order, the quiet was always an indication of mischief. The younger of the two raises an eyebrow and turns her head to peer past the pages of the novel. observing as she crawls across the plush of the bed before settling on her stomach near her hip.

Their eyes met and Minthara is quick to turn her eye back to the book balanced on her thighs. Despite her show of nonchalance, her focus was entirely skewed now that the Priestess was here. She could feel Illiamer's eyes still watching her and it's when she finally speaks that Minthara peeks at her again. It is almost a shy glance as her own red eyes flickered across her skin that was so much more richer in color than her own. Minthara's lips twitch and, "My hips are not-" Minthara jolts as a spark of shivering excitement bursts up her sides at her touch and suddenly the book is briefly forgotten as her hands scramble to close over Illiamer's, complete with a hushed outburst of, "Illiamer!" She can't help the amusement in her eye as she looks at her in a poor attempt at seriousness. Minthara inhales with the visible fight of her smile, "Stop." It was a command that was intended to be much more astute when she thought to say it. She even held her eye. However the small chuckle lining her tone helped nothing.

"No." She spoke again, this time unable to fight her own smile as Illiamer suddenly grins ear to ear and shifts up onto her hands and knees. Leaning over toward her in an ominous little prowl that sent shivers up Minthara's hips in anticipation of what was to come. The young Paladin closes the book with a small thump and scoots back toward the head of the bed with the lift of the tome with a weak threat to wallop her on the top of the forehead if she came any closer. "I said .. no! Illiamer!" And that was the instant with an undignified yelp of laughter Illiamer's hands grasps into the bend of her knees and drags her back down.

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„Pretty little flesh-thing“

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Leaving this here for @spiderwarden and @menzoberras !

I just love them so much!

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guys do you ever think about how minthara traveled to moonrise to defend the god she worshipped and adored, how she was greeted with a feast, how she watched her soldiers die and could do nothing, how she felt the death clenched grip of ketheric at her shoulder while orin claimed her, how she was dragged below the depths of the towers, how she had to watch her soldiers twist and break and change and be consumed, how orin stood before her and laughed as a parasite took root inside her mind, how she lost herself so completely it felt like love, how her mind became one with a godthing that only wanted to consume, how after crusades and slaughters and blood and death ketheric tried to break her mind apart completely, how after she was saved the godthing turned out to just be a thing and she was left in the cold and the quiet and how that first god, that god she swore an oath to, lost her soldiers for, lost herself and her mind for, discarded her in return.

because I’m not thinking about that at all.

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Last chapter !

Thanks everyone and especially @spiderwarden ! For reading everything I threw at you!