#Veltash
Gosh what a cute picrew for them ;;

Adorable!!
#Lumin and Astarion
#Veltash Gortash and #Veldren
#Vril'eth and #Solaufein
#Regis and #Hymn

#tavqotd Reunion
#Veltash, Gortash and Dren often are apart for their respective roles. When they reunite, they often talk about what they have been up to, until they eventually will fall into bed together. This is pre-tadpole, of course.

Stolen from @shandoraexplorer.bsky.social
You can toss me a number and I'll answer :D
For #Veldren and Gortash #Veltash
And #Lumin and Astarion?
#tavqotd for visibility :D

Surprisingly, Gortash got #Veldren to pose for him. For once.
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#Veltash #Veldren
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#houndVP

#tavqotd
And then he was upon them, nothing more but a Dance of Death.
Bhaal's Chosen himself came to play, and play he did.
Some Amusement, for Bane's Chosen, people whispered.
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#Veltash #Veldren
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#houndVP

#tavqotd OC Ship #Veldren #Veltash

Ship Name: Veltash
Names: Veldren A'dariir | Enver Gortash
Age: 140s | 40s
Race: "Drow" (Bhaalspawn) | Human
Class: Ranger (Gloomstalker)/ Rogue (Arcane Trickster) | Artificer
Sexuality: Bisexual (both)
Funfact: Dren has scars from Gort's gauntlet on his thigh.

#tavqotd The way they look at each other.
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#Vril'eth and #Solaufein
#Veltash ( #Veldren and Gortash)
Veldren and #Yarrow

And some more #Veltash for your viewing pleasure!

#houndVP #bg3durge #durgetash
#Veldren

Hey, my partner and I saw you from across the bar and we hate your vibes.
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#houndVP #bg3durge #durgetash #veltash #EnverGortash
#Veldren

It's been a while since I took some #Veltash pictures. So, here they are. Look at those two idiots.
#Veldren #houndVP #bg3durge #durgetash

1k words, smut about #Veltash fucking for the first time. Enjoy.
#durgetash warning applies
#nsfw
write.ellipsus.com/edit/b48be03...

all veldren snippets | Ellipsus All of them. Durgetash warnings apply

If you want to read some #Veltash stuff, herr you go:
write.ellipsus.com/edit/41217e8...

#durgetash warning applies. Slayer, Gore, Blood, nsfw. Be warned. Enjoy!

Veldren watches the man underneath him with interest. Gaze following a drop of sweat trickling down his temple, getting lost in the sea of dark hair. He had approached him at the Mermaid, had made pretty eyes at him. A younger man, a new recruit of the Duke's Flaming Fist. Eyes filled with hope. Eyes that are now widened in fear. Pupils just mere pinpricks, following his every move.

Dren groans, grips Gortash's hips tighter, feels his skin break. He doesn't care. He needs to be closer. Moves one of his hands from his hip, up to his chest. Drawing a red line. Gripping into the flesh He wants to bury his hand in the chest cavity, grip and tear his heart out. Eat it, piece by piece, just for a chance to be even closer to him. The moan underneath him snaps him back to reality. To Gortash, pressed into the mattress, eyes closed, mouth opened. Hands clawed into the bedsheets. Skin glistening with sweat. Hair sticking to his face. Moans and curses falling from his lips as Veldren moves his hips, holds him in place to thrust into him. Savours the noises Enver makes with each movement. Presses his hips against his ass, moves his hand between his shoulder blades.

Truth be told, it was no surprise to him that Bhaal, and, by extension his spawn—his chosen—was obsessed with the act of procreation. But to see it for himself, to feel it for himself was something else entirely. The Dark Urge sits on top of him, hands on his chest, fingers digging into it, nails scraping over the flesh. Scratches red and angry. His mouth is opened, eyes half lidded, hair falling in long strands over his shoulders, pooling on his body. Obscuring his view. Enver reaches out, moves it out of the way so he can see where their bodies connect. Moves his hand, fingers touching his clit. Stroking it. Slowly. A growl meets his ears, and he grins, meets the Bhaalspawn's gaze.

Veldren grins, moves the red dagger down Gortash's chest, over his sternum. Watches the skin part, oh, so easily. Just the first layer. He longs to drag it further, deeper, stab it into his guts, twist it, split him open. But he settles for this, for the sight of the cut filling with blood. Surface tension threatening to break with each of his deep inhales. He is trying to hold back the whimpers, the whines. Trying to stay in control. Grabbing his hips tighter, golden claws breaking skin, digging into flesh and Dren's grip on the dagger tightens, focus momentarily lost. Gortash's hiss of pain is music to his ears. Bloodthirst's tip lodged into his skin, less than a centimeter, not enough to nick an organ. But enough to be painful. He moans at the sound, at the feeling of liquid dribbling down his hips. Feels himself clench around his cock. "So, that is what gets you going, hm?" This is what he likes about him. Teasing him despite being at his mercy. A dagger so close to his heart.

Been a while since I've written, so have some older #Veldren writing.
The screenshots are not connected!
The last three are #veltash.
#durgetash warning applies

#nsfw

#tavqotd Ship Dynamics
Raphael / Lumin
Gort / Dren #Veltash
Ceris / Shadowheart #Cherryheart
Snezhok (Winter) / Gort #Wintash

Couldnt find one for Emperor and Kingsley

By now he knows what to listen for, even though it is still difficult to actually hear him. Laughter from underneath his opened window. A man and a young woman, probably swaying, having drunk too much. A hiccup in their voices as they chatter and then a surprised yelp followed by more laughter. He must have stumbled and fallen. Given the noise, it must have looked hysterical and he has half a mind to stand up, walk to the window and yell that some people would like to sleep. Although that would have been a lie. Sleep is eluding him. Just as much as the soft creak of his window eludes him, as does the quiet thud of boots on his floor. "Good evening, Gortash. Am I disturbing your precious rest?" Gortash feels himself flinch, schools his

expression into an easy smile: "You really should learn how to knock. Or use doors." The half-drow lets out a quiet, melodic laugh. His face is only barely visible in the dark room, the streetlight from outside not bright enough to show his features properly. "You left the window open on purpose." "What can I say," Gortash sighs: "I'm nothing but generous." He reaches out to his nightstand, fingers touching the orb there. Magic flaring to life, a sustained dancing lights spell, illuminating the room in a gentle orange glow.

A screenshot of Gortash and Veldren, pre-Orin reset. Veldren is a half drow with light lichen blue skin, and long dark grey hair in a braid. He is wearing a golden Bhaalist armour. He is kissing Gortash, with a hand on Gortash's neck, using one of Ascended Astarion's kiss poses

Some #Veltash for the evening. I adore these two so much ;^;