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I Hail From Silverymoon: First night

POV my little fanfiction

Astarion X Amaara Ashvale (my wizard Tav) Their first night together. no fluff, just smut =/

A sense of hesitation lingered in Amaara's steps, and Astarion's sharp perception didn't miss it. He watched her closely, his voice a low murmur amidst the night's quiet. "This is what you want, isn't it?"

"Yes," Amaara affirmed quickly, though a hint of embarrassment colored her response. She shifted uncomfortably, her gaze averted as she spoke. "It's just that, all my life, I've imagined my first time would be in the honeymoon suite of the hotel that overlooks the Moonbridge. I never thought I would do it out in the open like this..."

Astarion raised an eyebrow, "Your first time? I thought you had lovers before."

"I had a suitor," Amaara quickly clarified, chased away the memory of the traumatizing experience, "and a couple stolen kisses. My father was very traditional and stubbornly strict."

A faint chuckle escaped Astarion's lips. "Oh, it looks like I may be ill-prepared then. I'd like to make your first time more memorable. It's a shame we don't have a portal to Silverymoon. It would be nice to visit. I've never ventured out of the Sword Coast."

Amaara's cheeks flushed a deeper shade, her embarrassment evident. "If you would like, I can create an illusion. I want to show you where I grew up."

"Please, you've piqued my interest," Astarion replied.

With a graceful wave of her hand, the surroundings transformed. The room they stood in was adorned with soft silk and delicate chiffon. Piles of books were placed across a desk, and alchemical equipment rested neatly on the shelves. A plush bed beckoned with silk sheets, promising comfort. A large curtained window dominated the far wall.

"I've never been in a honeymoon suite, of course. This...this is my room," Amaara explained. She approached the far wall and drew back the curtain, revealing a breathtaking sight. Just beyond, the Moonbridge shimmered under the starry sky. "You can't really see it from my actual room, but this is a piece of home I always bring with me."

Astarion regarded the opulent surroundings, a nice trick, he thought, very convenient.

he had an easy smile. "Impressive illusion. It sounds like you had led quite the sheltered life."

She blushed. "Father was very protective. But I'm exploring the world now."

"And I look forward to broadening your horizons tonight," Astarion purred, pulling her close. it was better this way. Innocence, in more ways than one, made for an easier target. He offered Amaara a warm smile, his eyes softening, before pulling her gently into a loving kiss. He had observed her closely and appealed to her good side for a while now. He was confident that after tonight, This naïve mage would be fully under his spell.

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Smut Warning =/ manipulative sex. lost of virginity. oral sex.

Astarion gently lift Amaara up, and pinned her against the large window. The simmering of Moonbridge lit up their passionate kiss.

Amaara moaned softly into Astarion's mouth as his hands roamed over her body, his touch igniting a fire within her that she never knew existed. She had read about passion in books, but this was so much more intense than anything she had ever experienced before. She pressed herself against him, wanting more, needing more.

Astarion broke away from the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, his hands tracing the curve of her waist and the soft swell of her breasts. his fingers deftly undoing the fastenings of her belt. He pulled her tunic over her head and tossed it aside, revealing her supple body in the soft moonlight.

Amaara gasped, her cheeks flushing with heat. 

"You're so beautiful," he murmured. His strong arms lift her up again, and carried her to the bed.

He laid her down gently as his lips and hands explored her body. His fingers traced the delicate curve of her collarbone, before moving lower toying with the clasp of her bra. He broke away from her lips and watched her face as he undid the clasp and slowly pulled the bra down. Amara's soft breasts were uncovered to his admiring gaze. He lowered his head towards her chest and gently took one of her nipples in his mouth, drawing a soft moan from her lips.

Amaara gasped at the sensation. Her hands knotted in his hair as he teased and tug at her sensitive nipples. 

He grabbed her hand and pinned it down in a swift movement, while he moved from her breasts to her stomach, peppering it with kisses as he slowly unzipped her pants. Her skin began to quiver at his touch as he unhooked and pushed them down her long slender legs.

Amaara moaned in protest, her arms moving to cover herself, but Astarion held her wrist gently.

He smirked, voice laced with amusement, "No need to be bashful, my dear."

Amaara's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty.

"Simply lie back and allow yourself to unwind," he coaxed gently, his tone reassuring. "You can trust me."

Closing her eyes, she tried to steady her nerves, yielding herself to his guidance.

"Absolutely stunning," his words were a hushed murmur, carrying a sense of appreciation and allure.

He undressed quickly and climbed on the bed again. He resumed trailing a path of kisses down her body. The tip of his finger slowly circled Amaara's clit. "You are so wet," he breathed next to her ear. "So ready for me." He positioned himself and slowly entered her, but barely, just the tip of his length.

Amara felt this strange sensation, this delicious pressure that parted her entrance, it was not an unpleasant feeling but still she whimpered.

"Does it hurt?" Astarion asked softly, still lingered at the entrance while worked his tongue on her sensitive zones which he had just skillfully mapped out. Amaara was filled with unbridled desire and faintly quivered under the sensations that stirred within her. She could feel herself arching towards him.. Astarion let out a low chuckle, "So eager, my sweet."

He planted another passionate kiss on her lips and then stopped all his actions, "Do you want this? Do you want to be mine?" He whispered against her skin, his breath cool against her neck.

"Yes," She gasped, shifting underneath him in a desperate plea for more.

"Say my name," He commanded, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes. "Say you are mine."

She glanced up and saw that Astarion's gaze held an inscrutable glimmer in its depths, but her mind was too overwhelmed to decipher his thoughts. "I'm yours, Astarion," she whispered softly. "I belong only to you."

Astarion planted a passionate kiss on Amaara as he moved his hips with one swift thrust. She muffled her pained cry against his lips and he stopped, allowing her to adjust to him. "Shh," he whispered comfortingly, "It'll pass." Then he paused momentarily, a strange smile played at the corners of his mouth as he uttered, "I smell blood."

Barely registering what he was saying, Amaara only heard the keyword "blood". She tilted her head to the side and offered her neck. "You can, ummmm, drink."

"You precious, generous thing," Astarion murmured,"I will, at the right moment." He slowly pulled himself away from her. He kissed her chest, then pressed gentle kisses down her stomach until he arrived at his destination.

She raised her head in confusion - what was he doing? But then a wave of pleasure surged through her core as his tongue skillfully darted over her pearl.

Her eyes widened, as the pleasure intensified, and she moaned loudly. He pinned her legs apart, and thrust his tongue deeper inside of her. She arched her back, sobbing at the exquisite pleasure. He stimulated her until sweat was glistening on her forehead, until her moans grew louder and louder, until she was writhing beneath him with pleasure.

The sensation was building like a tidal wave inside her until she cried out his name as a wave of pleasure crashed over her again and again. The surrounding flickered. She could not possibly maintain the illusion in her ecstasy.

"Astarion," she is laying completely naked on the grass now, out in the open, but she could care less. "Astarion, please... more..."

"I haven't even started," Astarion said playfully, "You taste delicious," he licked his lips. His eyes flickered to her neck, and a hunger flared in their depths.

He moved back up to her lips, and kissed her deeply. She could taste herself and the faint sweetness of blood on his lips, but she didn't mind. She wanted him more than anything in the world.

He entered her in one long, deep thrust. Amaara gasped as she felt him fill her, stretching her to her limits, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. He began to thrust into her with a steady rhythm, his movements hastened with each thrust until the sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the air. Panting, she ran her hands over his back, and then rested on his hips, guiding him deeper inside of her.

"So tight," he whispered in her ear. He pulled out of her, lifted her legs on his shoulder, and then rammed into her again, faster this time.

His movements were driving her crazy. She arched her back and moaned loudly.

"That's it," he whispered, "Sing for me." As he reached deeper, his thrusts became more urgent, and her moans became louder.

In the throes of passion, as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy, he sank his teeth into her neck. The fusion of pain and pleasure surged through her, propelling her into a realm of sensation she had never known. Amaara's voice erupted into a cry of both pain and euphoria, the boundaries between the two becoming beautifully blurred. Waves of sensations cascaded over her, threatened to wash her consciousness away.

He drank from her deeply, drawing her life force into him, and in response, the universe seemed to explode within her. The stars themselves danced in her vision as the rapture coursed through her veins, igniting every nerve ending. Her body quivered, the cascading pleasure overwhelmed her senses, until she was sure she would fracture into a million sparks of pure sensation. Soon, the intensity reached its crescendo, a crescendo that hung suspended for the briefest moment that felt like eternity before she plunged over the edge into an abyss of exhilaration, surrendering completely.

Astarion finally let go of his grip around Amaara's neck, a craving had been sated. The young wizard had already started to slip into and out of consciousness while he continued thrusting until he released into her limp body.

[coreene]

Silverymoon

Long a powerful and influential member of the Lords' Alliance- and, for its entire existence, the Silver Marches of Luruar - Silverymoon is what many cities aspire to be: a quiet, peaceful realm, where many races live together for common knowledge, celebration, and defence. The city is peopled primarily by the "goodly" races (humans, dwarves, gnomes, elves, halflings, and ha lf-elves), but no being is turned away from Silverymoon because of its race - though a drow or an ore proving true to one's blood is sure to be punished in full for transgressing against the peace of the city. I will make no secret of my love for my home in the following summary, but I will endeavour to be as even-handed as I can in describing it.

The Gem of the North is a stunning place of sweeping curves, soaring towers, and structures built into the living trees. To many elves, the city is a reminder of the ancient elven cities of old; some call it the Myth Drannor of the North, even nowadays after the restoration and subsequent fall of that fabled city. Even where stone is employed in construction, ivy and other living plants grow through, over, or around most structural elements, giving most of the city a green cast. Despite its arboreal a rchitecture, Silverymoon is very much civilized, boasting schools of music and magic, a great library, ba rdic instruction, and temples or shrines to Mielikki, Oghma, Silvanus, Sune, Tymora, and Mystra. Knowledge, both the acquisition of it and the wisdom that comes from diligent study, is the real treasure of Silverymoon, as much as magic or wealth could ever be.

While it is easy and pleasing enough to get lost among the trees of the city, anyone who comes close enough to the River Raurin is awed by the vision of the Moonbridge: the great arch of silvery force that spans the water. Even for those native to the city, it is a powerful, moving sight, and some claim to see the goddess Lurue (for whom the city is named) dancing above the motes of the bridge when no one else is watching.

Given its beauty, a visit to Silverymoon is among the most memorable experiences most non-Silvaeren might have. Even among those that regularly fight monsters or handle magic, Silverymoon is a place of quiet, contemplative beauty, splendid opportunities for learning, and respite from the harsher realities of the North.

Folk seeking knowledge that has been lost or hidden often come to Silverymoon seeking a means to find it, whether by studying in the Vault of the Sages or perusing the Map House for the location of a lost city or grove. These are but two of the many buildings and houses of learning in the Conclave of Silverymoon, the great center of knowledge and wisdom that forms much of the city's southern part. If a map, a book, or a spell exists anywhere in Faerûn, knowledge of it likely exists here, even if only a mere mention in a tome or a recollection of one of the city's great sages. Candlekeep might be the greatest assembly of written knowledge anywhere in the world, but in the end, that place represents accumulation for its own sake. Silverymoon is where study and wisdom are honoured. If your charge is to translate an ancient tome in a lost language, to learn the proper intonation of a complex song, or to better understand the cryptic writings of a long-dead sage, there is no better place to seek aid than Silverymoon.

It is an easy thing to come to Silverymoon seeking knowledge of one subject, and find oneself so enraptured by the study that it takes a lifetime to accomplish- or to realize that it was the study, rather than the sought-after fact, that one truly desired. Although tutors and sages in every field can be found In Silverymoon, rarely is interaction with one so simple as to ask a question and be provided an answer. Learning to cast a particular spell, to find an ancient ruin, or understand a specific secret might involve undergoing months of instruction to prove to a teacher that the knowledge imparted is being entrusted to a deserving person.

In the east. of the city is the High Palace, capital of the city and of the fallen state of Luruar. Lord Methrammar Aerasume lives in this high, slender-spired structure. The merlons of its battlements are carved to resemble unicorn heads. The soldiers of the High Guard, clad in shining silver plate, protect the residence and seat of power, and keep those out that don't have business within.

Silverymoon has long been led by a high mage. One of the longest ruling, and certainly the most influential of these, Alustriel Silverhand, stepped down more than a hund red years ago to become the High Lady of Luruar, and was succeeded by Taern Hornblade. Though he ruled wisely over the last century, Taern recently relinquished the city's leadership to High Marshal Methrammar Aerasume, Alustriel's half-elf son and the leader of S ilverymoon's armed forces. Taern still speaks for the city on Methrammar's behalf at meetings of the Lords' Alliance, as the new ruler is far too blunt and impatient to suit the other lords of the compact.

Silverymoon is defended by several forces. First are the Knights in Silver, the shining-armored warriors that patrol the city and the nearby lands. Officers of the Knights are well trained in tactics and military history, and have high opinions of their own abilities and those of their comrades-opinions that are very often borne out. They are bolstered by the Spellguard, a cadre of powerful wizards and sorcerers that tra in in battle magic. Last is the city's own mythal, the great field of magical force that prevents the inhabitants of the city from engaging in all manner of spellcasting. In particular, spells that summon flame, conjure creatures, or permit teleportation fail when their target is within the bounds of the mythal. Should a foe try to traverse the Moonbridge, the span can be willed (by the city's rulers, and certain others specially attuned to the mythal) out of existence, dropping attackers into the river.

No city's prestige was harmed more than Silverymoon's by the recent war and the subsequent dismantling of the Silver Marches. Though they tried to bolster the nearby cities, the S ilvaeren were accused of providing insufficient and incompetent support to Sundabar, the surface population of which was entirely wiped out. In the end, all of the dwarven states stepped away from Luruar, and without the support of those kingdoms or the leadership that Alustriel provided at its founding, the confederacy collapsed. Taern Hornblade isn't as powerful a voice in the Lords' Alliance as Alustriel was, either, in part because his affection and respect for the former High Lady has been extended, in large part, to her sister Laeral, now the Open Lord of Waterdeep.

Despite reports of her death decades ago, rumors have recently reached the city that High Lady Alustriel is in fact alive and active in southern lands. Seemingly, she has contacted neither her son nor her former comrade, Taern Hornblade- though given how widely known Taern's hopeless love for the High Lady was, and the long years he took to overcome his grief, it's not certain how he would react upon receiving proof of her survival.

Silverymoon has nonetheless long been known as a safe haven for Harpers in the North, because the city doesn't see the aims of the Alliance as conflicting with Those Who Harp. Where other cities' rulers might see the presence of the Harpers as a threat to their authority, Silverymoon desires an end to tyranny as fervently as the Harpers do, and thus the greater good is served. At the same time, some Silvaeren believe that the city's tolerance of certain other members of the Alliance (some mention Mirabar, others Baldur's Gate) is somewhat naive.

source: Sword Coast Adventurer’s Guide pg. 53-54, top map

[lynxindisguise]

okay i have a bunch of ships for u!! <3

geoseeker (obviously, my otp 💖)

mcbridge (i think that was the name for mcgoogles/umbridge)

moonbridge (remus/umbridge)

remadora

lilypad

jilypaf

wolfstarbucks

okay i'll stop now haha sorry for the spam u dont have to answer all of them if u dont want to

ahh thank you for all of these! <3

I think these are all pretty self-explanatory? the only reason remadora is higher than lilypad is that there’s a very specific hypothetical version involving transmasc tonks that compels me. but in canon? no thank youuu.

also geoseeker was so far off the map it couldn’t be shown! I’ll let you guess where 😘

send me ships

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My work, Untapped Memories, is my long-time fantasy story, inspired by JRPGs and old-school fantasy anime in general. The story features your typical Tolkien-inspired world mixed with steampunk elements found in Final Fantasy games. It also contains tropes of henshin-hero tokusatsu shows, particularly Garo. Follow the adventures of Cassa Ironbrooke and Eliana Krahl as they help Moonbridge town out of its unfortunate isolation, regaining access to its neighbors in the process. The duo would later stumble upon numerous conflicts and conspiracies as they went on their quest. In the end, everything leads to the phrase written on the last page of the journal left by their long-lost master: Untapped Memories. Now available on Wattpad, but I'll also expand to AO3 once I get my invite. Cover made by Ditya (@suupakuu on X)

[jorjmush]

breaking news: idiot with a fish hits 255 and kills god heres the part where i do a personal review all parts of the arcane river story

dont take these seriously

the adversary as a character 0/10: words dont describe how bad he is "...Oh!" "...Ah!" shut up youre an insult to every maplestory class

lost temple keeper + vanishing journey: 7/10

i did this in 2017 but most of the content is fetch quests and an introduction to completely new things you have no attachment to maybe i should give it a little more credit as the kao twist being revealed for the first time was kinda cool and the talk amongst the fandom

reverse city: 7/10 apparently i did this in 2021? i guess that makes sense because this didnt exist in 2017 why is earth real and called friends world still not invested in the story by this point but i liked t-boy

chu chu island: 6/10 this is when i came back so i actually think this story is quite fun and i liked the characters involved but in the grand scheme of things, its not good

feels like filler, wasnt truly important until yum yum was added YEARS LATER, feels like a waste of 5 levels when i still feel like you should fight the black mage at 250 instead of 255

yum yum island: 9/10 cooooooooool cooooooooooooooooooool has the same fun and and loveable whimsy of chu chu but this time it sets up something sinister and adds to the plot

the afrien fusion, the kaling reveal, chefs kiss

lachelein + crack of subconscious: 8/10 honestly i wasnt very invested in this lucid just makes this interesting

plus im a shade so i get extra dialogue

also this town name sucks gms hates non-english words

arcana: 7/10

rock spirits and i love the spirit of harmony was this just setup for tana

morass: 10/10

alright we getting into PLOT jean deserved better, tana deserved better, arkarium deserved what he got, shey deserved better, kritias deserved better

the flying fish TALKS and the moment where he takes the form of jean and shows himself to tana is so AMAZING i love this TRAGIC STORY

the maps are awful though especially if youre low on arcane force which i was

esfera: 8/10

why dont i actually remember much of what happened here i guess the information of tana has been so stuck in my head it doesnt feel like it was presented as new information to me anymore lots of nice exclusive dialogue here though and we get to meet ollie sellas: 11/10 i will cry right here right now this is such a good story with good atmosphere and pacing i CARE for both ollie and shubert greatly

moonbridge: 8/10

this is when the pacing and structure becomes spotty because it was part of the event i chose not to participate in which means i didnt get the full experience theres just so much dread in this questline so many losses from not being ready to fight the black mage the pacing towards the second half is bad though the cutoff is so strange because it feels like you have another 30 minutes to go when really you have 5 labyrinth of suffering: 8/10

hillas beats the shit out of your morale for an hour the dread continues and continues it shall tons of exclusive dialogue, always a favorite limina: 5/10 i feel like im supposed to feel more i feel like im supposed to do more all of the bosses are very weak which is very unsatisfying, orchid is tsundere and says the adversary hasnt lost anything which ranges from maybe true to absurdly false depending on who you are the claudine vs cygnus scene is legitimately pointless, nothing can describe in words how pointless it truly is the flying fish DIES and then suddenly you have to fight the black mage the black mage whos phases last 4 seconds in story mode i only ever got hit once

the adversary dying did make me actually sad though because everyone else thinks youre truly dead the flying fish comes back (yay) and then its revealed NO ONE DIES? and most of the soldiers get UNSNAPPED? the story finishes with orchid being tsundere again and your idiot of a character sitting on the flying fish leaving the scene

i feel like im in a cartoon

kaos memory: 8/10 a tragedy of a character destined to die kao deserved better shade aftermath: 10/10 thank god he gained a reason to live conclusion: why did i even type this out im just ready to move on to the grandis story

[songoftrillium]

❄️ if you're still taking these? :3

I am still taking these! Here is an excerpt from Esme Leaping-Ghost's journals. She is an ethnobotanist that managed to forge the unsteady peace that exist between Sept of the Trillium Glade and the rest of the Garou Nation, and a large portion of this book is written with her narrative voice. Here's her first impressions when arriving in Seattle:

From the Personal Journals of Esme Leaping-Ghost

Date: October 5, 1964 Location: 3:00 AM PST. Sept of the Swift Waters, Snoqualamie, WA Conditions: 43F, overcast, windy. New moon

We arrived and are staying at Julie’s aunt’s; we’re all spread throughout her bungalow like a hostel at the moment. Julie says it’s a dry fall, but that it comes and goes every couple years of warm and cool winters. All the same, I can still see moss growing out of every shaded seam exposed to rainfall here. Stacie is way friendlier than Julie makes her out to be, but I can see her friendliness getting overwhelming quick. Stacie’s library is a converted bedroom, stacked floor to ceiling with books, all written by women from all walks of life covering a range of topics from farming manuals to pulp romance novels. Naturally, I had to sleep here.  Julie insisted on sleeping on the couch. In her own home! I don’t understand the hospitality, but I think it’s more a Pacific Northwest thing. Despite the size, She’s both rather timid and disarmingly bold, and I can’t quite pin her down. I don’t think I’ll ever get a more candid window into her mind than I am seeing now. I imagine her hiding away here, nose buried in…”Katherine V. Forrest”? I don’t think I’ve heard of her. Then again, I wouldn’t have taken her to be a reader anyways. That’s meaner than I meant it to sound. She just always seemed so rough-and-tumble to be patient enough to read. The mind wanders, fantastrophizing what hidden worlds can be found in her imagination all the same.  Reflecting on the failure of the opened moon bridge, I admit I’m a little relieved to be driving to Trillium. I get queasy on the moonbridges; worse than flying. For all its show and immediacy, it’s so hard to get a feel for a place by being “dropped in”, anyways. Stepping outside, fir needles the color of pennies rained on me in a cold breeze. Entering the Pacific Northwest feels like breathing air for the first time. I was expecting muggy warm humidity, the air is cold and somehow crisp, like the things that make the air feel so heavy elsewhere are weighed down by last night’s rain here. I smell fungus growing nearby. Stacie insisted on making us an early morning breakfast and is loaning us her van for the trek. Rutgers and Taylor said they packed something for them to eat on the road, and the rest of us had biscuits and gravy, and lots of coffee. There’s still not enough room for all of us, so Seb and Caeli will be driving behind us in Julie’s Pinto. That's just as well, despite Julie's assurances, Caeli is absolutely insufferable.

Feel free to ask me more questions!

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Moonbridge, Hunan, China