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It’s all BG3!!!
Holy fuck people made art 🥹:
Drunk Batstarion by @britonell
Eleanor by @lyzelky
Eleanor and Astarion, sitting on a bench by @britonell once again 💜
Eleanors! by @shierke
Astarion is trying to flirt (critical fail) commissioned by @sasseffects and drawn/rendered/colored by @squirrelcurls and @vipermenace
Eleanor and Astarion in their matching outfits! Bonus: Astarion being a total shit. By @lyzelky (😭)
Tent Scene from WSWB chapter 9 commissioned by @allymcfee and created by @summerwarlock
Also Tent Scene from WSWB, commissioned by @allymcfee and created by @crunchyncrumbly
NSFW?
Astarion and Eleanor by @mutualcombat (with more detailed pic of the softness)
Snippets:
Tiddy Cuddles - actually SFW. Batstarion never walks anywhere ever again when he can get uppies.
One Shots (All of them are rated E smutfics):
Stuffing - an entry for Wanksgiving 2023, sexually explicit. Ties into Feeding Alligators.
All I Want for Solstice - happy holidays 2023, have some fluffy smut! Eleanor tries to spread holiday cheer. Astarion tries to spread Eleanor's legs. Rated very much E for explicit sexual content. Technically a two-shot, but whatev.
Valentine’s Day Special - Roses are red, violets are blue, blah blah I’d like to fuck you. Or: Astarion bought a toy. Eleanor wants to give him a night he won’t forget. ASTARION GETS PEGGED.
You Could Just Ask - Astarion is terrible about communicating what he wants. But Eleanor is getting good at translating gremlin. ASTARION GETS PEGGED AGAIN. The man is a MENACE.
Something Full-Bodied and Red - Aunt Flo comes to visit Eleanor. Astarion is thrilled to make her acquaintance.
Tightrope and Lace - Astarion has a proposition: you’d look lovely in rope. And you shouldn’t be the only one who gets to dress for the occasion.
A Misuse of Potions - Pt. 1: Astarion has a plan. A nice, simple plan. His love has been gone for almost a tenday, but now she's back, and he needs her to obliterate him in the best way possible.
Long fics:
All are rated E for sexual content, language, and violence.
Feeding Alligators - Completed:
Turns out, it’s not heart disease that gets you. Not a car crash, the second coming, or even a plain old slip in the shower that removes you from this mortal coil.
It’s motherfucking aliens.
Your Uncle Randy would be so proud.
Or: two losers cheat, stab, and flirt their way to a win.
What Shall We Become - Completed
After tripping a mad wizard’s trap, Astarion—now blinded—must navigate the Underdark with Eleanor back to their crew. These two shitheads must cheat, stab, and flirt their way through flooded caves, monsters, and something hunting them in the dark. All while very confusing feelings begin to muddle up Astarion’s Very Simple plan.
Fingers Sifting Black Earth - In Progress
Astarion’s coming to your tent every night with honeyed nothings on his tongue. Trouble is, you’re starting to smell hints of bullshit. The closer y’all get, the further apart you feel. And then there’s the fucking brainworm cult.
These two losers must cheat, stab, and flirt their way to the heart of a cult. And to…whatever it is between them.
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ok i feel crazy reading through the tag for sinners because theres this very weird pervasive notion that it seems like people do not understand remmick and his kkk member first victims are in fact lying repeatedly throughout the movie. like they lie. we know they lie because they promise all they want is to come inside and play music for the juke joint. that is not true at all as they want to come inside and kill everyone.
so why are there so many posts resting on the notion that they are unable to lie when these same vampires say they dont believe in the kkk anymore and just want equality.
"when remmick de-racist-ifyed the former kkk members" did we watch the same movie. no the fuck he did not. that woman was lying when she said they no longer worked with the kkk. because she wanted to eat the people still inside. good lord.
We established incredibly early on to the movie that the KKK lie! It's their main thing! They lie that the vampire ain't in their house, they lie that the Klan is gone, they lie about that musician to lynch him in a train station. Folks ain't got no media literacy.
FINALLY someone brings up how they were lying about the Klan from jump! We literally saw the dudes Klan robes in the house before/when the Choctaw hunters were chasing Remmick down! They dead just didn't pay attention to anything in the movie!
https://www.reddit.com/r/DnD/comments/7asxci/oc_ygathok_the_ceaseless_hunger_final_boss_of_our/
This is the reveal of this ridiculousness during their game
Making soup stock is so fun, cause I ratatouille flashback to being a kid grubbing around in the neighborhood woods, throwing random things into a bowl I stole from the kitchen to make a potion. But this one’s real! And I get to use it in food!
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The FDA has upgraded an egg recall issued last month to “Class I,” its highest risk level, as it warns the public that consuming the products could cause “serious adverse health consequences or death.”
The recall of 1,589,577 dozen white-shell eggs and brown cage-free shell eggs was initially issued by Midwest Poultry Services in late July, which warned they might be contaminated with Salmonella Enteritidis.
According to the company, the eggs were produced and distributed from farms in Texas between June 6 and July 3 and have sell-by or best-by dates between July 20 and August 17. The recalled egg cartons have either the code P-1950 or 0840962 and Julian Dates between 157-184.
Recalled eggs were shipped to foodservice and retail customers in Texas, Oklahoma, and Louisiana.
Recalled eggs were available to consumers at Kroger stores in Texas and Louisiana; Brookshire Grocery stores in Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, and Louisiana, and other smaller retail and foodservice outlets in these states plus Mississippi and New Mexico.
Texas, Oklahoma, Louisiana, Arkansas, Mississippi, and New Mexico are the currently affected states.
The gur is camped in the shanty town. A collection of bright tents, most with strings of flags or wind chimes or tiny, carved figures hanging over the openings.
Most.
Several lie in torn piles. There’s brownish stains on the ones remaining.
Your stomach drops out even before you catch sight of the pyre. One, long pyre, piled with…stuff? Clothes and packs. A stuffed doll. A shattered bow.
Astarion finishes throwing back a healing potion as y’all tail along behind Ulma (she looks at Astarion all weird about it for some reason). About a dozen people come up as they spot y’all. Suspicion turns to alarm, to rage as they clock Astarion.
A woman steps forward. “Ulma?”
The gur leader lifts a hand.
More press in. Sunlight glints on drawn weapons. Astarion moves all rigid beside you, a cat in a field of loaded mousetraps, these ones armed with swords.
A second woman charges in with an ax, gaze fixed on Astarion. “Ulma, let me pass.”
“No.”
“He took—”
Ulma reaches over and grips both her shoulders real gentle. “Your boys are not forgotten, Reven. I will not allow that to happen.” Then, loud, to the entire band, “These six are under a blood price and are thus protected.”
Wide eyes all around. Lotta mutters. Lotta anger.
You try to swallow and it gets caught up in your throat.
“Tribe?” Wesa says, arching one brow.
“I’m okay,” you say. “Mostly. Just stay calm. Goes for all y’all, Fezzerk.”
The goblin nods and Skrunk flicks away something he just dug out his ear. Diddler, though. He worries you. Ain’t never said a single word; just looks around the camp real calm like, and you can’t help but think he’s working out how to take the whole place apart.
The gur let y’all pass. You feel their gazes like claws over your skin. Prickly, but not biting. Not yet.
“What happened here?” you say to Ulma.
She gives you side eye. “You don’t know?”
“I.” You killed one of her kinsman to save Astarion. Who took their kids. Maybe not the same way you got taken, but not that different in the larger, cultural context. The U.S. government’s favorite tactic, outside starvation and forced marches, to get rid of one side of your lineage.
Your mouth feels a little numb. “This is from months ago?”
What a chickenshit way to phrase that. It’s one of the traits your mother dearest passed down to you.
Ulma’s face does something complex. Then, “No. We still hold the possessions of our children. Until we know for certain, we will continue to hold them. This was last night. Courtesy of your master.”
The last part to Astarion, who’s been silent this whole time.
He blinks. The first expression he done made since you all but threw yourself on a sword for Gandrel. “Cazador did…why?”
Seems genuinely baffled. You take it that rotting fuck didn’t get his own hands dirty too often. Not unless it was with his own…
You breathe careful through your nose.
“He came himself,” Ulma says and confirms it. “He tore through out warriors, what remained of them. He came looking for you.”
Astarion can’t hide the flash of fear. The one he’s been trying to shove down ever since that big hill rose up over the grasslands. Y’all know you was coming back here. What that might mean. What’d be waiting.
But it’s one thing to know it, and another to feel it, and that man’s been trying to run from that feeling for days, you think.
A piece clinks into place in your head as you look over at him. Ah. That…explains some things. It’s still shitty, but there’s a why.
Ulma is giving you the thoughtful look, now. Once you stop staring at Astarion.
“You share our anger at the vampire lord?” she says.
Astarion is fucked up fucked up. Not even just physically. Gandrel was hurting, too. These people are wounded in about the worst way a person can be without dying. All because one fuckface. One monster—even without being a vampire—sitting on a pile of bodies and misery and pain.
“I volunteered to kill his ass before I met any of you,” you say.
“Yet you defend his spawn.”
“Who ain’t under magic bullshit mind control. He’s been making his own decisions and it ain’t been to be a monster.”
“He is and always will remain a monster,” Ulma says. “You’d best remember that. Stay here. I need to finish the last rites your presence interrupted. As no one cared to do for you.”
The last part to Astarion—again, she really seems to like doing that. It hits, too, whatever it means.
His nose wrinkles in a sneer and he says, “Well, not everyone can make dead look this fabulous.”
Now it not the time. And that must be blasting out your face (or the brainworm) cause he glances at you and his face shutters again.
Ulma gives you an “I told you” stare before going off towards the pyre. Her people follow, a couple hanging back, fingers tapping on weapon hilts. But the blood price she announced holds them back. Nobody takes a swing.
They leave y’all to the dirt in the middle of their camp. There's makeshift stools and delicately carved chairs further back. But you pick up on her meaning and sit yourself down right there on the ground.
The goblins jostle to squeeze themselves into your shadow beside you.
“I’m not sitting in the dirt,” Astarion says.
Seems a real bad idea to go picking at wounds this fresh. Even if you get where he’s coming from. You close your right eye, imagine the nasty thing worming around in your skull, and reach through it to him.
For a long moment, you think he’s going to ignore you. His mind cracks open like a half-dressed night shifter peering out at the noon day Jehovah’s Witnesses at his door.
He needs to sit, please. It will put the gur at ease a.
It’s a humiliation. They want to watch him grovel and he’s sick to death (ha) of groveling.
He’s…not wrong.
And boy howdy does he bask in that.
But he should still do it. That’s the point of this.
Now he thinks you’re mad. And a little bit pathetic—he stomps that down, along with the guilt that follows.
Which hurts. Tied together like this, you can’t hide that, neither. But y’all don’t got time to sit around in awkward guilt/agony (guilgony?). So you fold that up and put it in a mental box and reach for what you know.
Ulma lifts her hands, voice quaking as she talks in a language the fickle ass dirt potion don’t translate. The hard faces of her people. The wet eyes. Exhaustion and anger, loss and ruination.
These people are hurt. All but bleeding out. This small thing is humiliating to him (and you), but y’all can afford a small discomfort in the face of all that. That’s how this works.
It’s a bitter pill all the way down. As he takes that in, something chips loose and drifts over to you: terror. Worry. Dread of pain.
Astarion flinches as you register that and a torrent of embarrassment surges—
He cuts you off. Leaves you reeling in your own head a second. You got to blink in the bright sunlight to reorient yourself, find him lowering himself stiffly down next to you.
You bump the back of his right hand. He don’t like being grabbed (not gonna help if you get mad over why just now), and it’s been a reliable way to nudge him without dredging up something nasty.
“Thank you,” you whisper so low nobody should catch it. He does, because vampire elf bullshit. He inclines his head a fraction of an inch.
A couple gur approach the pyre with lit torches. Set the blaze low, deep in the structure. As smoke starts to drift up, through the pile of wood, Ulma stands in the center. Her hands are still lifted, eyes raised to the clear, blue sky. Her chanting continues.
Then, as the first flames lick up, through the slats of wood to taste the air, five others step forward. Each one carries a small bundle wrapped in colorful cloth. Swaddled tighter than a newborn.
Ulma says something. Bows her head. The five carefully place their bundles in the flames and retreat, heads bowed.
“Their hearts,” Astarion says, leaning in, breath tickling your ear.
You frown at him. A silent, “huh?”
“Cazador’s victims among them. To keep them from turning.”
That fuckface. Who killed at least five people by himself. Who is a vampire who turns people and…
Oh. Oh, that’s what she meant.
Something thick lodges in your throat. Astarion watches the flames consume the hearts of the dead, face blank. His pasty skin and red eyes stick out. The punctures on his neck, peeking over the high collar of his padded coat, look gruesome. Obvious.
He was attacked. Bitten. Drained.
With no one to care for him after. No one to notice such blatant wounds. No one to tend…
You crunch down hard on the inside of your cheek and blink fast. This ain’t the place for that.
The flames catch and spread. The scent of the smoke changes, faintly meaty in a way you’d rather not think about.
Neither does Ulma, apparently, as the gur disperse—save for two of the bundle carriers who take up position on the edges of the pyre. Presumably to tend to it. Make sure it keeps going.
She regards y’all, sitting where she left you. Her eyes is bloodshot—from the smoke or from the loss, you can’t tell. But she nods. Flicks a hand towards a nearby tent. Says, “Follow me.”
i wonder how much Cazador’s fourth rule for his spawn, Thou shalt know that thou art mine, contributed to the learned helplessness Astarion and his siblings felt regarding their enslavement.
like if you’re literally magically mind controlled to be aware 24/7 that you’re ‘owned’ by another, combined with the other compulsions of Thou shalt obey me in all things and Thou shalt not leave my side unless directed, i don’t know how you could even begin to challenge that belief. could you even think your way around the idea that you’re Cazador’s property enough to not give into defeatism and maintain hope you might one day escape?
it seems like an insurmountable task, beyond normal psychology re: learned helplessness, and probably could’ve contributed to the spawns’ belief that this is all there will ever be for them.
i think acknowledging these three specific commands given to his spawn is critical to understand why Astarion believes defeating Cazador is such an insurmountable, impossible task. not only has he been magically brainwashed to believe it to be but in his case, it’s quite literally true — given the second rule of total obedience, even if Cazador doesn’t actively compel his spawn, they still are magically obligated to obey whatever he’s saying.
also while the fandom rightfully points out it took being infected by an illithid parasite for Astarion to break free of Cazador’s total control over him, i feel that this kinda glosses over the fact that the parasite is actually mutated, as it was exposed to both…
the remnant magic of a wizard so powerful his spell casting radically altered entire landscapes, civilizations, spellcasting in and of itself in Toril, as well as led to the murder of the literal goddess of magic; and
the divine wrath/curse of another incredibly powerful goddess, who was literally one of the first gods ever in the Forgotten Realms setting. (like it takes a century of research, an archdruid, + fey magic to undo the shadow-curse… it’s nothing to sneeze at!)
like regular illithid parasites can’t infect the undead! so it literally took aliens who are maybe also from the future, Karsus, and Shar to free a vampire spawn from his sire’s magical enslavement… like metaphors about irl psychology and abuse aside, Astarion was kinda stuck without the parasite, given all of the above lol
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wattpad really gave ao3 a huge free promo with their new policy update that makes things even worse for their users. so to all the people who are now moving to ao3 due to this…
welcome! here are what you need to know about ao3 and how it’s the complete opposite of wattpad
trigger warning for the mention of contents that are allowed on ao3 that can be triggering to some.
ao3 is a non-profit organization. it’s run by fans (people like you and me), for fans.
fans donate to the site on their own free will to keep the site up and running smoothly.
ao3 is not a social media. it is an archive.
ao3 doesn’t have ads. it doesn’t have algorithms. it doesn’t have “going viral.”
everything is endlessly free on ao3. there is no “ao3 premium.” you will never see a single ad on ao3, and you can download as many fics as you want to read offline for free.
ao3 doesn’t have an app. and ao3 doesn’t need an app. any “ao3 apps” you see are third-party apps and are not affiliated with ao3, so be careful giving these shady apps your login infos or other personal information.
ao3 was built with the main purpose to 1.) be completely against censorship and 2.) host fics that are banned on other platforms like wattpad.
the reason ao3 doesn’t have an app is because for it to have its own app, appstore and google play store will have to approve it first. and due to the contents ao3 allow, chances are that it won’t get approved. which is actually a good thing. it doesn’t need an app. it works more than fine without an app.
on ao3, every single thing is allowed as long as it is fanfic or fan work (original works, fan art and video edits count as fan works, but if you want to post a video edits on ao3, you will have to post it elsewhere and then link it back to ao3 — ao3 cannot host video edits on its platform due to copyright issues)
by every single thing that is fanfic, I mean every single thing:
the filthiest smut without plot that is written purely for sexual pleasure is allowed. it has its own canonical tag called “plot what plot, porn without plot.”
fics that focus on non-consensual sexual intercourse are allowed, doesn’t matter if the fics glorify or romanticize the act, doesn’t matter if they’re written as kinks. they have their own canonical tag called “rape/non-con.”
fics about characters who are minors are allowed, even if they’re portrayed in a sexual manner, even if they’re non-consensual sexual intercourse. even if the minor characters are romantically and/or sexually involved with characters who are adults. even if they fics are written in ways that glorify and/or romanticize the thing. they have their own canonical tag called “underage sex.”
fics about incest are allowed. doesn’t matter if they glorify or romanticize the relationship. they have their own canonically tag called “incest.” fun fact: the first ever fic that was posted on ao3 was a fic about an incest ship from supernatural.
fics about self-harm and suicide are allowed. doesn’t matter if they glorify or romanticize the act. they have their own canonical tags called “self-harm” and “suicide” also “suicidal ideation”, “suicide attempt”, “implied/referenced suicide”, etc.
fics about violence and gore are allowed, even if they were written for the sake of shock value. they have their own canonical tag called “violence”, “blood and gore”, “blood and injuries”, etc.
rpf is also allowed. doesn’t matter if the content of the fics are dark and taboo. they’re treated the same way as any other fics.
every single dark and taboo fic you can think of is allowed. and it has its own canonical tag. because it is the main reason why ao3 was created in the first place.
“but what do I do if I don’t wanna see fics about xyz?” you can filter out any specific tag, character and/or pairing you want.
“what do I do if I wanna find fics about xyz?” you can search for any specific tag, character and/or pairing you want.
a lot of ao3 users rely on tags to search for specific tags, pairings, characters they want. they also rely on tags to filter out and exclude specific tags, pairings, and characters that they don’t want to see.
ao3’s tagging system is by far the most efficient one I’ve ever seen.
on ao3, our main principles are “don’t like don’t read” — which means YOU have a responsibility to curate your own internet experience. yes, ao3 allows all kind of messed up fics, but they also allow you the ability to NOT see anything you don’t want to see, by filtering out specific fics, pairings and/or characters.
no. you cannot harass authors who write about things that disgust you. you can and will be reported for harassment, and ao3 takes harassment very seriously. they will not take your side. because fucked up fics are allowed on ao3—fucked up fics are the main reason ao3 was created—whereas harassment is a direct violation of their terms of service.
ao3 is a house of the freaks and the perverts (affectionate). you ARE in the house of the freaks and the perverts. so don’t think about harassing or being rude to the freaks and the perverts who built this anti-censorship house and are kind enough to let you in.
ao3 is proship, profic, and anti-censorship.
any writer can write whatever they want, however they want. the only etiquette is that you tag your stuff properly and accurately
mistagging for visibility is heavily frowned upon here, and it won’t get your works more views. people will either block or report you if you deliberately mistag things with the purpose of getting your fic more views. as I’ve said before, ao3 is an archive. it’s not a social media. it doesn’t have algorithms or going viral.
if you come across a fic that has the tag “creator chose not to use archive warnings” it means the fic may or may not contain topics that can be triggering, but the author won’t tell you what these topics are, or if there are any at all. so proceed at your own risk.
that said, because ao3 is a non-profit site that hosts millions of works about others’ copyrighted characters, you CANNOT mention any donation, commission—or anything that involves money—anywhere on ao3. that is against their terms of service.
and because ao3 is a place for fanworks, the “work section” of your post has to actually be fanwork (fanfic, original work, fan art, link to a video edit count as fanwork). anything that isn’t fanwork is not allowed.
you cannot post something on ao3 that is not fanwork. so no political statement, no call-out post, no “I’m looking for fics about xyz”.
ao3 is anti censorship as long as what you post is actually fanwork and as long as you don’t violate their terms of service that I’ve mentioned above.
ao3 has their own team of lawyers to protect them, their users, and every fanwork that is posted on their platform.
last but not least, don’t write directly onto ao3. write and store your works elsewhere before copy and paste them onto ao3 once they’re ready to post!! because ao3 does NOT autosave drafts for you, you risk losing everything you’ve typed if there’s a glitch, if the site crashes or if your device unexpectedly shuts down for whatever reason.
that’s all for now. have fun and happy writing/reading!
friend of mine recommended a video essay that's like 5 hours long about why it's currently a whole Thing for fascists to claim they only eat meat and demonize vegetables etc etc, and it's genuinely quite well researched in many places and contains some fascinating history and has made me feel very weird about my status as an adult who enjoys drinking milk. but I've not finished it and I genuinely don't know if I will because at one point the ol' "you can't say you care about animals and also eat animals" chestnut got dropped by the white vegan essayist and it put such a bad taste in my mouth that I had to leave instantly
like idk man it just feels genuinely parodic to dedicate hours to analyzing how foodways have frequently been used as white supremacist propaganda and then casually toss out an argument that pretty invariably demonizes indigenous hunting practices with 0 regard for traditional knowledge and land stewardship guiding those practices
Every time I hear a white vegan say that I want to throw the rubble of the Klamath Dams at them.
The largest dam removal in U.S. history. So successful that the salmon that haven’t run freely in the river for literally over a century came back the next year. Not steady progress over a decade as expected, the very next salmon run they came home. No one alive saw salmon in that river outside the hatcheries kept by native’s tribes and the Department of Fish And Wildlife scientists desperately trying to save them. One of the activists who helped bring the suit spoke of their dying grandmother making them promise to bring the fish home, and they didn’t know how that was possible, but they spent decades doing it.
The legal basis for successfully suing the power company who owned the dams was Indigenous treaty rights to eat the fish. Eating the fish was the one thing in a century that succeeded in being a clear and legally binding right that superseded the desires of white capital and industry. I have been going to the public interest environmental law conference off and on for 20 years where a lot of organizing for Undam The Klamath happened. I’ve heard updates about every legal tact they tried as they happened, and they tried everything.
There are healthy, thriving salmon, trout, and lamprey in a rewilding and recovering Klamath River right now as a direct result of Indigenous people eating them. Of their legally binding right to eat them. They sure as fuck care more about those fish than any white vegan ever could. They are salmon people that the Creator sent Salmon to feed, while charging the People with protecting and stewarding them. It’s not possible to learn about salmon and trout in the Pacific Northwest without learning this, and it’s unambiguously racist to dismiss this symbiotic relationship.
The white vegans are trying to get all hunting and fishing banned in Oregon, and that’s quite possibly the single most catastrophic thing that could be done to the animals here because we killed off all the major predators of creatures like deer and without anything hunting them their numbers will explode, eat all the vegetation, destroy the ecosystem, and then die along with everything else in that failing ecosystem. Controlled hunting of deer is vitally necessary for the deer to survive. This is something Native people know, but patronizing racist savior-complex white people refuse to listen to.
I have a whole collection of Oregon’s Public Broadcasting’s documentaries about Klamath River or the larger story of fish and people in the region. If you watch nothing else, watch Klamath Dams Are Coming Out, First Salmon Ceremony, After The Dams, and First Decent (Native made). It could not be clearer that the salmon are being protected and nourished by the people who eat them, and that stewardship is a massive part of their creation myths. But it contradicts political vegan dogma so they don’t listen.
#also do you have any idea how much conservation is funded by people who want to eat those animals#at least in the us anytime someone buys ammo or hunting equipment or hunting licenses that money goes directly to state wildlife agencies
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