In my unhinged Durge era

Thank you for the tag @cinder-rellish181!! ☺️☺️ and thank you @saylofwaterdeep for making this game!! So cool ♥️

Sure, parents shouldn't have favorite children, buuuut....

So this was also perfect timing because while I actively work on "Her Harper, His Sufferer," I'm also doing final edits on a full Skyrim fanfic that I want to post on A03 soon (my FIRST TIME posting on A03 ahhhhhhh I'm nervous), so this was super fun to do for both!! ☺️

🩸 Her Harper, His Sufferer (Baldur's Gate 3) 🩸

My youngest child who cries constantly unless they get forehead kisses and are held closely in a hug. VERY sensitive and not afraid to be open with their emotions even if it makes them sound like a sad depressed baby. Often covered in blood and bruises and needs constant baths. I love them and would die for them.

😈 Malacath's Scorn (Skyrim) 😈

My firstborn who came into the world in a rushed, confusing panic but eventually found his way. As he grew up, he taught me so much about identity, culture, belonging, and spirituality. But also, he would remind me of how the world often punishes us for the actions of others when we weren't at fault. He's gritty and a realist, but not without his hope, too. He also smells fantastic, like a rich curry stew. I love himb so much.

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Tagged by the lovelies @cinder-rellish181 @asorceresswrites and @unovafarm 😙

My family (heavily Durgetash oriented) is still tiny but slowly growing little by little ;)

Nightfall

Nightfall is my firstborn, responsible for giving me weeks of sleepless nights, especially during its long and troubled gestation. This lovely little bundle of angst finally saw the light no more than a couple of weeks ago, and despite its tiny size and whiny nature it never ceases to make mommy proud.

The little creature is usually quiet but demands constant attention, otherwise can become slightly irritable or utterly unmanageable.

Night Blooming Jasmine

Night Blooming Jasmine is Nightfall's long awaited sibling. Born premature, is currently doing fine despite having lungs still a little underdeveloped. He's the main responsible for my constant headaches, restless nights and looming burnout. Despite that, this adorable little one grows steadily thanks to mom's loving care, and definitely has the potential to become a big lad someday (hopefully slightly less troubled and tormented than his older sibling).

I'm currently taking care of Night Blooming Jasmine full time, but there are also plans to further expand the family in the future with more sweet but not so innocent kiddos 😈

Tagged by the lovely @archduchessgortash @cinder-rellish181 and @optimisticgrey 🫶

Just a lil snippet from chapter 2 of Night Blooming Jasmine (editing mostly done, final revision scheduled for Saturday...fingers crossed :3).

Sadly, I tried to keep it short and failed spectacularly 😅)

Tagging all of you back!! <3

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 AU Setting: Bridgerton vibes, Regency Era Baldur's Gate setting Rating: Explicit (intermittent sexual content with “skip phrases” provided to skip past spicy scenes) Relationship Pairing: Astarion x Sasha Amastacia (nonbinary Tav OC) + Dalyria x Rolan

Chapter 9 Summary: The heir of Daggerford makes their societal debut; Dalyria saves the day; Astarion finds a prize at the center of the garden labyrinth.

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Snippet:

"By the Moonmaiden's Light, it's you!" came a wonder-filled voice from behind them while Sasha was attempting to admire a rainbow-colored rose garden in the pocket of peace they'd found by rushing ahead of everyone.

Sasha didn't need to turn to see who had spoken. They stiffened anyhow to behold Lady DeVir standing behind Miss Jenevelle, the latter glowing in the moonstone-accented baby blue gown they'd sown for her. She'd acquired a matching tiara that failed to stand out against her moon-colored hair, but she looked beautiful nonetheless. The way her eyes grew wide as the celestial body she worshiped made Sasha's stomach fill with wriggling worms.

"I did not think I would see you again after the other day," she admitted before wincing and turning to her chaperone. "This man walked by while I was taking breakfast with Lady Baenre, Miss Orin, and Miss Mizora and was treated rather unfairly."

"You...you what?" Lady DeVir spat. "You insulted Lord Amastacia?! I ought to—"

"It's quite all—" Sasha began coming to her defense, but Jenevelle was faster.

"We knew not who he was at the time! And, I suppose, he technically was not a lord when it happened. A-anyway, I apologized right after."

"She did. All is forgiven."

"Ah. Well! That encounter hardly counts as an introduction." Lady DeVir's hackles lowered again and she brushed an invisible speck of dust from her gown. "Lord Amastacia, I present Miss Jenevelle of Moonhaven. I am certain you know me already, but I am Baroness DeVir. What fortune it is to meet you. The diamond of the Season and the most eligible bachelor…a handsome pair, if I do say so myself."

Remembering Father's words, Sasha gestured to the roses in snappy motions. "And yet you are not as handsome as—wait, no. Allow me to try again. Ahem. If we make a handsome pair it is hardly due to any contribution I could hope to make. Miss Jenevelle, all the roses in this garden pale in comparison to you."

It was a clumsy, half-hearted attempt at flattery, but it worked anyhow. Jenevelle chortled behind a gloved hand before fanning herself daintily.

"Thank you, my lord."

Sasha could not think of anything else to say. Silence stretched between them, growing more uncomfortable by the moment. What were they expected to do to feign interest?

What would they do if she were Astarion? No, wrong thought. They would be searching for a private spot to kiss Astarion stupid if they thought they could get away with it. Barring that, they would…

"Would you care to walk with me, Miss Jenevelle? Lady DeVir?"

"She would be delighted! Wouldn't you, Jenevelle?"

"I can think of nothing I would like more." The twinkle in her eye and crinkle of her nose betrayed her sincerity. Nothing like the forced display Sasha had seen her put on with Astarion.

Still, the ladies did not move. They appeared to be waiting for something. Prickles like skittering rodent feet ran across Sasha's neck and shoulders as they realized how clueless they were. It wasn't until Lady DeVir mimed holding out her arm from where she stood behind Jenevelle that Sasha stumbled to offer theirs up.

Jenevelle took it with a shy smile. Crisis averted.

By Sasha's admittedly limited understanding of heterosexual courting rituals, the garden walk appeared to be a success. Jenevelle glowed the entire time, chatting animatedly about whatever came to mind: the flowers; her hobbies; memories of Moonhaven; her hopes for the future.

All the while Sasha withheld their own thoughts, instead commenting enthusiastically on everything she offered up. Lady DeVir hung back to give the illusion of privacy, but Sasha could not shake the uneasiness of feeling her eyes on them. Appraising. Plotting.

As they walked, however, Sasha grew increasingly more uncomfortable with the ruse and with the envious glances other women shot them both as they passed. A crowd gradually gathered around them, rapacious in their desire to capture even a moment of the "handsome new heir's" attentions.

The nervous heat that had been simmering in Sasha since they awoke this morning began to boil over. The throng of bodies had grown so dense they couldn't even see the flowers Halsin put so much thought into growing just so. Jenevelle's arm on theirs grew sweltering, so they dropped it despite her protestations.

Answers to asinine questions grew abrupt, and Sasha struggled to make eye contact. Their pace quickened; they needed to get off this accursed path and back into more open space before they fainted—otherwise it wouldn't be the delicate performance Miss Amelia had put on, but rather the destructive spectacle of a tree falling on a house.

Rounding the corner brought fresh torture. Green coat billowing in the breeze, Astarion walked arm in arm with Rolan's sister while their siblings all plodded ahead of them. There was a softness in his gaze, Sasha thought, that made their throat tighten and bile churn. Lia was by all appearances instantly smitten, her eyes bright as she laughed at the Marquess's every quip.

They made a handsome couple, a complementary pairing of opposites. Silvery white curls balanced by straight raven strands; cool porcelain skin warmed by fiery red; her delicate frame the perfect size to fold fully within his broad embrace, Lia's height allowing her head to tuck beneath his chin.

Sasha wanted to scream. They wanted…they wanted to storm over there and push Lia into the broad-leafed jungle plants and crush Astarion to their chest. With their hands about his waist, they imagined themselves dipping him backwards in front of everyone.

His eyes would widen with surprise, but the impish twinkle would goad them on. Astarion would delight in shocking everyone as their mouths crashed together like waves in a storm-surged sea. Sasha would kiss him, and kiss him, and kiss him some more until they were both panting and breathless and…

"Lord Amastacia, are you feeling well?" came Jenevelle's voice, deepened with worry. "Breathe, my lord! You are hyperventilating."

"Forgive me," they rasped between choking gasps. "I am…unaccustomed…to crowds. I must…I simply…need some—fresh air!"

A chorus of concerned voices called after Sasha as they stumbled over the bed of roses and through the grass, hardly aware of their surroundings in pursuit of space. It wasn't until a dark opening between the tall bushes loomed before them that they even realized they'd been heading for the hedge maze, but without further thought they ran in.

Divider by @/anitalenia

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Sure, parents shouldn't have favorite children, buuuut....

The Ribbon

My first, my big, beautiful baby boy for which I had so many plans, and I still do. It's just... now, there are more kids and he's so self-reliant. He's technically difficult but we forgive him. It's not his fault he was born with epithets, or that the world discriminates against them with such zealous scorn.

Love Is A Tyrant

Planned pregnancy, hoped for a girl, got one. Everyone loved her the moment they saw her and wants to see her more often, but she makes me greedy and I keep her all to myself. Her beauty hides behind the insidious mess that is her mother.

Not Today

All it took was the thought, the mere thought, of another child, and there she was! Loud, obnoxious, she took all of my attention yet filled me with joy at the same time. She thinks she's the favorite. She might be right...

Cheese Partaken At A Late Hour

Not Today's evil twin that is rapidly outgrowing her as she consumes everything. Her ambition is unparalleled. She's going to ruin me, but I'll be grateful for it.

Thank you @carnivaley and @saylofwaterdeep

Sure, parents shouldn't have favorite children, buuuut....

A Tale of Two Sisters:

The eldest child by a wide margin. She had a weird childhood but figured out who they were in the end. Right now they graduated college but still pop by the house. They're the favorite child if only because they were the first and only child for so long.

Like Mother Like Daughter:

The second oldest child who was going through a bit of an emo phase and is now coming out of it. Though that phase did leave a few scars.

The Friends We Made Along the Way Are Fucking Terrifying:

They're the trouble maker of the house. She's doing amazing in school and is making that a problem for me.

The Dark God's Fragile Alliance+A Bhaalspawn's Ball:

They're theater kids who once saw their highschool in a movie and now she dreams of being on Hollywood Blvd.

Breaking Bhaal:

This stoner who doesn't have a job or stable day-to-day activities who inexplicably has money. I love them but they gotta figure out what they're doing.

Father, are you watching?:

She's a regular party animal with tons of friends. This would be far more badass if she also weren't one of the youngest and if those parties weren't birthday parties. Still, everyone loves her.

Her Mother's Daughter:

The Youngest, so still getting her footing. She looks pretty similar to her sister (Father) but it's too early to tell.

E is for Emerald Grove.

You cannot convince me Apikusis and Halsin hadn’t taught Tingmiaq to fly together. Yes, this is also a really important duty of the archdruid. Please, just let me put the man in disney princess situations.

BG3 Alphabet Challenge

Hell is empty and all the Devils are here Book One: Dawn

Chapter 5

There were moments, usually late at night while we sat together among stacks of books and cooling candle wax, when he would begin speaking—not directly, never cruelly, and certainly never accusingly—about control. About impulses. About the dangerous things people carry quietly within themselves. He always spoke in broad terms, carefully enough that I could pretend he was not speaking about me at all if I wished to preserve my pride. "Power without discipline is merely destruction waiting for opportunity,” he once told me while correcting my grip on a spellform, his hands warm and steady around my wrists. "And desperation, when left unnamed long enough, often convinces itself it deserves indulgence.” At the time, I remember going very still.

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E. Emerald Grove.

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"Nature was my first friend"