Chapter 11: breaker Summary: Lover of my lover, are you my lover? Orpheus stalks around her now, just like she had in that place that unfortunate endless cloying place.

Updated my drabble series:

confess;undress

11 chapters so far all 100 word drabbles. Ch11 is from Orpheus' POV about his complicated feelings towards Vanquish. Hope you enjoy!
archiveofourown.org/works/585469...

#DesWrites #Githyanki #PrinceOrpheus #BG3fic #BG3 #KithrakVoss #Vanquish

Updated the visual novel section of my website! There are previews of art, writing, and info about the phone system, achievs, and player chars.
We're working on a playable prologue that will introduce you all to the player chars 💜
desdimonda.neocities.org/vn

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Finished adding my githyanki Tir dictionary to my website today 💜 hope it's as useful there as in my g-doc if anyone used or enjoyed it
#Githyanki #DesWrites #DND #BG3

desdimonda.neocities.org/tir

Your scar healed, raised. So I rewound you, bleed you.

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I pretended happiness because I think I felt it when you touched me. When I looked at you. When I looked at you then all mine within those four wooden walls beside the swell of the sea, her song steps away, all for us.

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SPOILS OF WAR: induction; seduction E - 3k Orpheus/Tav/Kith’rak Voss CW: non-con, blood and violence, implied necrophelia, slavery Voss had always been logical, and in its way, this was logical. In every other way, it was not. But every other way didn't matter. Just the touch of their skin amongst the smell of smoke, the heat of fire and the sound of steel on flesh and screams of pain and desperation. The soar of a dragon above, to the laughter and footsteps below. The song of psionics in the air and the lick of blood on your lips. Bringing the Prince and himself here was risking it all. But what else mattered right now other than you than me. Her. Voss had brought Vanquish last minute and Orpheus had not resisted, to his surprise. For now she walked amongst the raid, mesmerised, giving the fires a wide berth. And kicking away any istik who cried out to her for help, thinking they would get what they were asking for.

My fic I wrote for @bg3hallozine.bsky.social 💜💀

I wanted to explore the dark side of githyanki raider life with my trio at a particular point in their lives. Thank you so much if you read, I hope you enjoy. Please heed tags!
archiveofourown.org/works/74849556
#DesWrites #Githyanki #BG3fic #Adilshar

"Princedom has softened you," Voss says, sliding closer to Orpheus, a hand digging around the edge of his exposed waist, brushing the scrap of material he wears that passes for a top. "You think I have any real power?" he says, feeling the ripple of Voss' claws at his spine. The dance floor sucks them in. Air heavier. Breaths deeper. Voss leans down, teeth bared. "Take what is yours." Close enough to kiss, but he won't. Just edges of teeth picked out by the swathe of neons. The hotness of his breath washing over Orpheus' skin. "So quickly we forgot." "What?" A whisper to the jaws above. "Who we were."

coronation
E - 3K
Voss/Orpheus
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Their relationship broken, selves changed, Voss & Orpheus try to reconnect & repair what was lost, one drug fuelled fuck at a gay bar at a time.
Written for @coloursofthegate.bsky.social 💜
archiveofourown.org/works/74348441
#DesWrites #Githyanki #BG3fic #DollParts

“Who taught you to fight?” asks Orpheus, skidding along the ground with a wave of his psionics to help. “Want a list?” Vanquish says, floating atop a swathe of void tentacles, knees against chest. “It’s messy,” he says, launching in for another blow. Vanquish is prepared. Catches him playfully with one of Caiphon’s tentacles, pulling him to his back. But he’s right. She’s messy, and fucks it up, hitting the ground face first and laughter.  Then he laughs too. Wrinkles as he smiles, warping the tattoos on his face, baring his fangs. “I think I like you, sh’k’nal.” “About time.”

Vanquish enjoys sparring with both Voss and Orpheus. Especially since they both vastly out skill her in hand to hand and they don't hold back.

Bonus little drabble of her sparring with Orpheus 💜

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My main tags I use on my blog:

#Vanquish - my main OC
#DollParts - my cyberpunk AU Doll Parts
#Adilshar - ship name for Van & Voss
#Ashkitha - ship name for Van & Orpheus
#DesWrites - my writing
#DesDraws - my drawings
#DesRenders - my 3D art
#DesWIPs - all my WIPs
#TavQOTD - Tav qotd answers

Solidarity? Was that the first thing he felt when he saw her. Curiosity? Something else something else– Other words burned on his tongue as he'd walked into Cut's workshop that morning. Had listened to her bark her orders like he was an equal. Had moments where he'd just stared at her body, knowing someone had sculpted it in their vision. That she existed in the shape of desire, of a dream. His eyes had stopped at the line of her Dollstrings. At where these strange burns spread over half of her body like like the Astral Sea. Had wanted to reach out, know. Were they warm. Could he move them around like liquid. Or were they crystal and cold, hard against a touch.

I finished this fic 'ruiner' at the weekend & within it is a glimpse at Voss & Van's first time in Doll Parts.

An excerpt here💜I really love it. You can skip to it if you just want to read that part in section 4.anomaly
archiveofourown.org/works/73883926
#DesWrites #BG3FirstsWeek #BG3fic #Adilshar

Someone else collided with him again, frustration pulled his lips back far to bare teeth ready to speak more than words. But when he'd blinked away the soot the sweat, the ringing in his ears dissolved. And all he could hear was "Voss—" He'd hated the way Orpheus had said his name the first time they'd met. Wanted to snatch it from his mouth with claws with teeth. And he supposed he did that night. Taking it back with a sweet song and moan.

ruiner
E - 4.7k
Voss/Orpheus, Voss/Van, Voss/OC
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A 5+1 fic exploring some important moments in Voss' life over approx 50 years in Doll Parts verse & what the most important people have, or might become to him.
Heed tags. Enjoy!
archiveofourown.org/works/73883926
#DesWrites #DollParts #KithrakVoss

Tonight is one of those times where he slips in her side door, entering the code under an early morning sky still dark, cloudy, the shattered moon's pieces illuminated by the prospect of the impending sun. But also the Tear above, a forever blaring guide light and reminder. Tucks his bike against the wall as the door behind snaps shut and he hears the several connected locks click. Quiet, he ascends the stairs, used to the low lights of her private areas, and the squeak of her old stairs. She'd left the TV on again, her bedroom door slightly ajar (can see her heavy tail hanging off the end of the bed, its tip touching the floor). Some channel that showed old movies on repeat. Glances at the screen as he sees the glimpse of a pre-arrival movie. No githyanki. No Dolls. No chaos in the skies just stars and serenity. What strangeness. A world that never existed for her either, a creature born because of the Arrival.

finished fic tonight 💜💜 post at weekend probably
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The air just smelled of him. Orpheus. shards of lighting, shredded, sharp, bitter; the first hiss of rain somewhere you know; sea salt. is there a sea here on this plane can i swim with you, once more It stank like he'd rained from the sky in pieces to saturate whatever this new ground was beneath their feet, spans of it behind, ahead. What is below? What is there left above? He'd already tried to teleport, portal. At first, obliterating emptiness. Then the more he'd tried, pain. The psionic burns on his hands splitting open to bleed more. And he'd lick the weep of blood away with a rough tongue, stumbling as he was barrelled in the shoulder by another, desperate to be somewhere else. Weren't they all.

just some WIP of my current fic. 5+1 of Voss in Doll Parts verse

#DesWIPs #DesWrites #DollParts

Voss is bare too. She breathes deep as he leans that last bit closer to secure her shroud. Breathes deeper as she can smell the small wash of sweat. Of smoke. Of sea salt from the ocean they'd swam in earlier before returning home. "Commitment, ceremony, bonding," she had splashed the water as she'd spoke, Voss floating on his back, eyes to the sky as he'd listened. "It's all so istik, is it not?" His fingers skimmed over the ripples she'd made as she hit the water. Closed his eyes as they lapped against his face, reached his eyes. "We conceived this ceremony long before some of you istik races even existed," he'd said, simple, circling a shape on the water. Her hands stopped. Voss turned. Hair liquid amethyst around her, on her. Like she was made of it. "We cared, once." Still circled the water with his finger. "About each other." Paused. "Others." Dipped back her head onto his chest. Heard his hearts beat a little too fast. Just a whisper, "some of you still do."

My preview for the upcoming @lovemarriagebg3.bsky.social zine ❤️!

I wrote a fic exploring my HCs on ancient, githyanki bonding ceremonies through the bond between Kith'rak Voss and my Tav, Vanquish.

Zine releasing this December!❤️

#Githyanki #DesWrites #Adilshar #BG3zines #BG3fic #KithrakVoss

Been thinking a lot about Van's canon at the end of BG3 getting the hammer lately and then when she has it and the tension rising between her and Voss and how she can almost feel Orpheus in her skin from his rage that he's still /waiting/ and she has the key to his freedom between her hands, and also /Voss/. Voss' patience is short, and the longer she drags out not freeing Orpheus, there's more cruelty and desperation. But it just /feeds/ into her, and the more Voss learns about her, the more it feeds into him. Damaged fucked up little thing doing what he wants. But also what /she/ wants. And when did he start thinking about her outside of the concept of something to use. That line way crossed. Long time for acceptance for it tho.

Everyone's riding on adrenaline for days. Tenday(s)? From Hammer gain to post Orpheus' freedom. Vanquish is just shaking. Hasn't slept. Every inch of her body aching when she turns up at the githyanki camp to say goodbye. She wants to hurt more until she can't hurt anymore. Voss obliges. Smothering himself in her scent her blood. Sucking in her taste so it sticks between his teeth and there's nothing left for anyone else.

little ramble abt end game Van/Voss feelies I wrote on tumblr

CW: unhealthy/abusive relationships

#Adilshar #DesWrites #KithrakVoss #Vanquish

his inaction near scored another scar of rage in voss' skin. a personal line of offense amongst the others just for him; treasures. thirty four years he'd dreamed of him. raged. mourned. waned. now pulled back into him like orbit. like the immense star he is. like that day they broke through at the arrival, shattering far more than the sky. but like a star, he pulls. sucks the wills of others in while stationary. power. so watch, he thinks, watch and want and whine. begging to be where you once were. now stagnant. you are so close. so reach out, and like always, I'll take. hears vanquish moan his name.

reach out
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the way voss moved was rough, wild. digging lines and scraping shapes into vanquish's skin. but he knew that face said something else. something he didn't want her to see, but she could shape together in the warp of his reflection and the tremor of his breath weaving between her hair every time he thrust. he'd felt it too once, when he had hair. again when he didn't. would fall to his knees, shatter his pretty crown, demolish everything that had festered inside him that spelled 'prince' to feel it once again. for now, he just watched.

consequence
#DesWrites #PrinceOrpheus #DollParts #NSFWfic #Kinktober

The wall dents more familiar than his bed, hers. Its uneven stone fitting in-between the shards of her shk'nal, skin shaved off every time she moves. Every dig of his tongue between soaked cunt, crowned in her 'strings kissed neon, kissed wet. Voices steps laughter their voyeur, cut by the sharp alley they're tucked inside. feels a fang skim her clit moan music between her lips lick vo'a var'cha hands shake, claws rake A passer by whistles, lingers. Voss looks up, teeth bared, strings of her cunt liquid starlight fang to fang. Vanquish pulls him down, handful of hair. Obeys.

Black and white art of Kith'rak Voss eating out my OC Vanquish against a wall. He's holding her up against it and she has a gorgeous O face. She's wearing straps around her huge boobs which are squishing them. He's wearing his blakc leather jacket and her hooves are hanging down his back. Yum

kinktober - public sex
Van/Voss

With art by Una that inspired the drabble💜
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#DesWrites #Kinktober #Kinktober2025 #Adilshar #DollParts #KithrakVoss #Vanquish #UnaArt

Another bead of sweat lines her star sweet skin. Another swells at her neck. Voss licks it clean. Wet. Feels her shiver feels her laugh. Feels her move against his body, pressed harder to such soft flesh small thing. Hand through her hair, two day unwashed. Against a body overworked overfucked fucked fucked. Breathes deep, pulls hair. Dolls smell different than the race they play. Their latent linger beneath liquid Far Plane, psionics, dreams and all your dirty desires dripped "I need to work," Vanquish whines, hands covered in filth. "Then work," words smear in the welts of her sweat.

Kinktober day 2 - scent kink
Van/Voss

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Heavy, hot. A burning star she drips between his teeth. Starfall on his tongue the colour of neons rotating in sync behind, above. Another whine. Another dig of her gold claws into his wiry old hair. Voss had lost count of her moans, but tucked away every sound and salacious touch to replay when alone. "Pa," he muffles against her cunt, his neck drenched, jaw burning in ache. "Another." She swears in Deep Speech. Or Doll Talk as it's become known. Grinds against his tongue, teeth. Rough Drips lines of wet into his grooves of age, his scars of rage.

kinktober day 2 - FACE SITTING
Van/Voss
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doing these spontaneously and with whatever prompts inspire me. most likely drabbles like these

#DesWrites #Adilshar #Kinktober #NSFW #NSFWfic #Drabble #Githyanki #Vanquish #KithrakVoss #DollParts

If you want to dip your toes into my writing or Van/Voss/Orph this is a nice place to do it I think. They're bitesize and while maybe some context is needed, I like it when my readers infer their own conclusions.
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confess; undress
M
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Updated my drabble series tonight. At 10 chapters now, all exactly 100 words. Enjoy.
archiveofourown.org/works/585469...

#Githyanki #DesWrites #Adilshar #Ashkitha #BG3fic #BG3 #KithrakVoss #PrinceOrpheus #Vanquish

I'm Des and I'm primarily an erotica writer, and I love to explore transgressive themes, with a focus on unhealthy relationships, non and dubcon and violence. I also do 3D renders and abstract comics 💜

I'm currently working on an adult visual novel dating sim!🔥
#DesDraws #DesWrites #BG3NSFW

Black and white art of a young Kith'rak Voss with long hair knelt atop my OC Vanquish, naked. We can't see Voss' head, and it's a back view, so we can see his long braid. He has his hand around her neck and she is pushing herself up on her elbows looking up to him with a wild expression. There are several bite marks on her skin.

Sh’k’nal she rolls again against her mind. Tastes it on her tongue as he forces her legs apart, pulls fingers messily over bruised skin, over the indents of the burns like swathes and patterns he almost mimics in the way he hurts her. Claws drawn scores of lines in art. The leather on her skin bruising in beauty. Z’varc she’d heard him whisper as he’d made her bleed. Whatever that meant. Whatever that bled from his lips, to the ache between her cunt. “I make nothing easy for you.” It’s rare he looked at her face when he took her. Face down, face to the ground; face smothered by hand, gagged by cock, smeared by the amethyst of her hair, knotted between his fingers. But now, he looks. Pushes her down hard with a hand between breasts, claws to throat. Rib cracks, breath sore.

CW: non-con, violence

kali'istik
5k
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An AU fic where a young, wild, recently free Voss sees a tiefling for the first time on a raid & takes a liking to her. Keeps her.
Please heed tags. Enjoy💜
Inspired art by dear Una
archiveofourown.org/works/555360...
#Githyanki #DesWrites #KithrakVoss #BG3fic

They never really spoke much between the flesh and fuck. Words dissolving their meaning when they found everything else betwen folds of skin, and the wetness within. The sounds made shedding something they never wanted to break all those years. Maybe didn't know how to. That smile that sweet smile and shaky breath. That wavering eye and tremor in hand that is wrapped in me you we-

Little accompanying caption I wrote for them yesterday when posting them on tumblr 💜
#DesWrites #Adilshar

Voss had always been logical, and in its way, this was logical. In every other way, it was not. But every other way didn't matter. Just the touch of their skin amongst the smell of smoke, the heat of fire and the sound of steel on flesh and screams of pain and desperation. The soar of a dragon above, to the laughter and footsteps below. The song of psionics in the air and the lick of blood on your lips. Just like then— Just like now— Bringing the Prince and himself here was risking it all. But what else mattered right now other than you than me. Her. Voss had brought Vanquish last minute and Orpheus had not resisted, to his surprise. For now she walked amongst the raid, mesmerised, giving the fires a wide berth. And kicking away any istik who cried out to her for help, thinking they would get what they were asking for.

My @bg3hallozine.bsky.social preview I wrote for the Trick section🔥

Voss organises a raid amidst the githyanki rebellion to reconnect with his Prince - to feel the old days. And to induct someone new to their githyanki raider life.
#DesWrites #Githyanki #BG3 #BG3fic

"Princedom has softened you," Voss says, sliding closer to Orpheus, a hand digging around the edge of his exposed waist, brushing the scrap of material he wears that passes for a top. "You think I have any real power?" he says, feeling the ripple of Voss' claws at his spine. The dance floor sucks them in. Air heavier. Breaths deeper. Voss leans down, teeth bared. "Take what is yours." Close enough to kiss, but he won't. Just edges of teeth picked out by the swathe of neons. The hotness of his breath washing over Orpheus' skin.

Preview of my piece for @coloursofthegate.bsky.social 💜

I wrote a Voss/Orpheus fic set in my cyberpunk AU - Doll Parts for the NSFW section. Excited to finally get this out there for yous. Really loved writing this one.
#DesWrites #Githyanki #BG3 #BG3fic

T’var - literal; only star; one star An old word that uses var when referring to someone, instead of vah’k. Found in some ancient, forbidden texts that translates, it seems in common, to ‘my one’ or ‘only you’. What we can gather from the context of its use, a declaration of affection, a promise, a title, a threat even, depending on who spoke it, who heard it. Some may say it means I love you. Some may say it’s the githyanki word of marriage. Some say it’s the promise of death. Some may say it’s a feeling, a promise, a bond that anyone other than githyanki will never understand.

A constant work in progress project of at writing right now, almost 100 words and phrases of Tir - the githyanki's language - I have created. In both their canon verse, my own HC's, past and present, and my DOLL PARTS verse too.

#Githyanki #Conlang #DesWrites #DND

docs.google.com/document/d/1...

Doll Parts is a tale of the intertwined lives of survival in a tumultuous winter beneath a dystopian Vlaakith Empire. Of a formerly Mastered Doll, Vanquish, now a Carver, living amongst the lowest of society in the Discard Downs. Of a disgraced old githyanki, Voss, adjusting to civilian life after most of his spent inside prison. Of an heir to the Empire conspiring to tear it all down from within, Orpheus, if he could just open his eyes for long enough to care.

DOLL PARTS
Voss/Vanquish/Orpheus
32k - E
Original cyberpunk setting

#Githyanki #DesWrites

archiveofourown.org/works/631657...

cute little black and white sketch of Prince Orpheus, my OC Vanquish and Kith'rak Voss in bed. Orpheus and Vanquish are reading the newspapare. Voss is knitting lol

My fic series on AO3 following the lives of Voss, Orpheus & Vanquish from the beginning of the githyanki post their freedom, to BG3 & beyond.
14 works
53k
Mostly NSFW

Mix of Voss/Orpheus, Voss/Vanquish, all three and lots of worldbuilding!

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archiveofourown.org/series/3808888