well, I started out in bg3 fandom making memes, and I still make them. But I'm also a writer of fanfic & the occasional critical analysis. Sometimes I take photos, too. Here are some of the things I've made!
oops! all Astarions~
House of Respite: finished Astarion x durge post-game, one-shot (but I might write more of 'em), #pegthevampire
Wherein Astarion and Nerys take a break from slaying cambions to enjoy each other thoroughly with the aid of a nostalgic spell and a restoration pool. Explicit images embedded
Noctiluca Scintillans: Astarion x Gale, finished modern(ish, y2k) AU, 9 chapters with an epilogue possibly brewing
In which Gale is a marine biologist from Southern California and stumbles on more than he bargained for while doing postgraduate research in Ireland. Lots of nerdy biology stuff here, and some angst and sweetness. Explicit image embedded
Blood & Sugar: just a sweet lil' taste of durge x Astarion dealing with the urge, suggestive but not explicit.
Stargazing: the beginning of my trans masc Tav x Gale love story. Hard won, that one. This one is very 'stop making love to me when I'm trying to fuck you' coded. Ciro is trying.
Current WIP: western AU bloodweave 🤠 yeehaw!
Fair warning: all of my fiction is literary-adjacent and deeply character driven, so continue at your own risk, hehe. I really strive to keep these characters true to their canon personalities.
I've written about:
Astarion's relationship with his sexuality
The response to the Astarion novel
Astarion's pansexuality & straight fragility in fandom
Ascended Astarion and the sanitization of his character in certain quarters
the meaninglessness of "safe spaces" & thoughts on alternative framing
...now, where was I?
Oh! Would you like to see more?
I like to post my long form stuff here, but I'm most active on instagram. I post stories and share art there pretty much every day. There are a lot more memes there, though I am trying to add them here slowly.
I post all my NSFW stuff on bluesky.
Here's where all my fanfics live, and I really love getting comments! :3
You can find some of my favorite artworks tagged here. There's a lot of hellspawn and bloodweave in there.
There's also a tag where you can learn more about me.
Last but not least, I like to catalogue any and all Y'allstarion content, which you can find here.
My main OC is Nerys Dryaalis (the dark urge). I spend a lot of time thinking about her. You can find my posts about her here.
I might add tags for my drow harem other OCs here eventually, but for now my other main character is Ciro. You can see my posts about him here.
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Had this sitting in the folder for months and it’s time to post it so I can start on some new projects! Haven’t been drawing lately because I’ve been busy with work and playing over 200 hours of bg3 but I’ve got loads of ideas I’m excited to start on!!
Read the full second part of "The Journey Home" on AO3
Miss Fortune was no stranger to having an audience in the bedroom. Voyeurs and limp-dicked codgers who wanted to see a pretty young thing get off had paid them countless times to stroke their cock, rail themselves with all manner of toys, and myriad other lewd acts.
But they'd never put on a show for a man they loved, and they were at a loss for how to start. Not because they'd forgotten the art of pleasure, but because for so long it had been exclusively that: a performative art, mastered as one might any other family profession unwillingly inherited.
Can't start this show clothed, they urged themselves. That part, at least, was obvious.
A quick plucking of strings undid the wrap shirt Astarion made for them. Silk rustled like autumn leaves as it slid from their body, the sensation sending a shiver down their spine. The half-elf snuck a glance at Astarion while they placed the carefully folded blouse atop their pack.
He slouched in the inn room's only chair in a way no doubt meant to look casual—and it would have, if not for his crossed arms or clenched jaw. That didn't stop his crimson irises from flashing like fresh-spilled blood on virgin snow when he noticed them looking, however.
Those eyes locked in on Miss Fortune's hands as they traveled to the buttons of their leathers, pupils popping wider as each bit of brass glided out from their resting place. Despite their steady, straightforward pace, Miss Fortune's mind couldn't help but run through the choreographed routines they could initiate to take this from earnest undressing to sensual striptease. The bard's upbeat tempo thrumming downstairs would make a fine accompaniment…
But that wasn't what tonight was about, Miss Fortune reminded themselves as they stepped out of their trousers and kicked them off to the side. The evening chill made their arms and stomach erupt in gooseflesh as they stood bare before their lover, a perfect foil to his full dress. The power imbalance sent a heady rush of arousal coursing through them, their cock twitching in response. Despite the tight knot in their stomach, Miss Fortune found their cheeks dimpling with a reverent smile.
Astarion's lidded gaze ambled down their body, his mouth parting by the time he reached Miss Fortune's cock yawning awake against their thigh. They brushed a lazy hand over it, fingers curling around its length before releasing.
Silvery eyebrows arched, Astarion's mouth pressing into a knife-thin line. One restless foot tapped against the rough, faded wood plank below.
"No teasing each other, verbally or otherwise" had been the first rule Miss Fortune and Astarion set when they agreed to try this approach after their attempt to get off together sent Astarion spiraling. But he didn't need to open his mouth for his message to fill the room.
Don't keep me in suspense, the slight flare of his nostrils huffed.
Miss Fortune sat at the end of the bed, legs spread as they leaned back on their left hand. They'd never felt so on display as they did now, but if ever there were a worthy audience it was this one. Even after closing their eyes Astarion's gaze seared hot on their skin. How was he able to unravel them without so much as laying a finger on them? Or better yet…
"Your mouth," they blurted out, hand running across their chest, squeezing at each pec. "I think about your mouth so gods damned much, Star. Not just the obvious, either. Your kiss…" they gulped, pulse quickening at the mere mention of his mouth on theirs. "Your kiss will still thrill me after a century, maybe two…however long I have with you. You turned something shameful into an irresistible delight."
Astarion, as expected, said nothing. But they felt his eyes follow as Miss Fortune's hand trailed lower, winding down their torso to rest within the patch of close-cropped fuzz beneath their belly button. They allowed themselves to think of what else they loved for Astarion's mouth to do to them. His fangs sinking into their neck; his kisses trailing like melting ice across their body and leaving gooseflesh in his wake; those plump lips wrapping around their cock, rolling his tongue around their orbs.
Miss Fortune's body responded to the images, blood surging downwards until their prick pressed, plump and heavy, against the hand on their stomach. The barest brush of their fingers on the sheathed head was enough to make them bite back a whimper. It had been so long, every sensation was equal parts ecstasy and agony.
"Tell me what you're thinking."
Astarion's voice was a tentative peek around the corner of a cracked door, beseeching without being intrusive. When Miss Fortune's eyes creaked open to gaze, half-lidded and lust-fogged, at their lover, they saw the same haze mirrored across the room. Astarion had spread his legs, his own hand lazing on a hip as if waiting in the wings to be called to the stage.
"Thinking about those lips…so soft, so pillowy…hang on."
The oil was in close reach. Miss Fortune didn't miss the way Astarion leaned forward to soak in the sight of the viscous liquid drenching their cock head and dribbling down their shaft until they were slick and glistening.
Making an O with their thumb and forefinger, Miss Fortune groaned loudly the moment they thrust into the tight ring.
"What are those lips doing, darling?"
"Gods, they're…they're working my cock so sweetly," they crooned, the suction of their fingers creeping along their length a modest substitute for Astarion's mouth. "Love the way you use your tongue," they added, twisting their wrist each time they reached the zenith.
A strangled sound escaped Astarion's throat as he bit his knuckle, the curves of a grin unmistakable on either side. But he managed to successfully withhold whatever retort had flown into his mind. Instead he refocused, clear eyes traveling in time with Miss Fortune's quickening pace.
Pleasure chased out the earlier timidness as Miss Fortune continued chasing their release, babbling out nonsense about how much they enjoyed Astarion sucking their cock until they were bucking into the O of their fingers while the other hand fondled their tightening balls.
Despite the currents of white-hot pleasure sizzling through their system, the last remaining shred of wits kept a running assessment of Astarion's body language, searching for any signs of discomfort or dissociation. But the vampire's gaze was unblinking, his nostrils flared and mouth parted. When Miss Fortune noticed his hand ambling towards an obvious bulge, a broken moan escaped, vivid images of wrapping their hand around both their cocks making them feel as if they were floating.
"Love making you feel good too…only thing better than watching you take me is pleasuring you at the same—"
"Ah-ah, darling," Astarion chastised, enforcing their second rule. "Focus on how you want to be touched."
"But I…I get off on getting you off. Wanna give you what you deserve."
Despite their best efforts, Miss Fortune couldn't shake the fantasies of burying Astarion in their mouth while he sucked them. Shifting to a full-hand stroke, the muscles in their arm protested the pace of their pumping. But they were too close to the peak to falter now, rubbery limbs or no.
"I'm so close…l-love you…"
"Come for me, love," Astarion pleaded, his voice the quiet shattering of glass. In a blur of movements he loosened his trousers, hand slipping beneath to rub himself.
That did it. Stars erupted behind Miss Fortune's eyelids as they came, painting their torso with toe-curling, leg-trembling release, the euphoria leaving them sweaty and weak. The musty scent of hastily dried bedding assaulted the half-elf as they free-fell into the mattress, chest heaving and oil-slicked hand dangling off the side.
But they couldn't stay. This was the important part. To give Astarion a chance to explore himself however he pleased. Beckoning the splinters of their shattered consciousness to coalesce back into the semblance of a functioning person, Miss Fortune got up a minute later, offering Astarion a wobbly smile as they swayed, knock-kneed, over to where their towel lay.
"Leaving so soon…?" Astarion murmured, sounding lost. His eyes still followed their every move, widening as they wrapped the towel around their waist and ambled closer.
"Looks like you have some business to attend to, my heart. You'll have all the time and privacy you need while I'm in the bath. Enjoy…" they added with a smirk, fingers trailing along his shoulder when they walked past him.
Astarion's cool, pale hand darted out to grab their wrist, pulling them back. But just when they were about to protest, thinking he intended to tug them down into his lap, he planted his lips atop their hand, teasing them with a tender kiss before scraping his fangs along their knuckles. It mattered little that they'd just come down from the peak; that move never failed to elicit a shudder of pleasure.
"I believe I will, Sasha. Thank you…this was, well…I felt safe."
Miss Fortune didn't trust the answer that might escape past the bars of their teeth, so instead they sauntered away, pausing at the door to shoot Astarion one last wink before they rushed to submerge themselves in the bath. With luck, the water would still be hot enough to scald away the residual lecherous thoughts of what Astarion was doing to himself without them.
Divider by @/lemongrassgfx
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well, hello there!
long time no see, I apologize as I was busy with all my VP fight attacks aka fighting for my life in the realms of lighty lights, heh
I have finally published my first chapter!
I hope I'm tagging the correct people who expressed they might want to read it! if not, feel free to ignore this insane rambling 😁 @wasteful-sam @litsenn @thepalelawyer
also thank you for the tags and right back at you @optimisticgrey @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream @andromedaancunin
I do have the next 2 chapters somewhat outlined, so hopefully there won't be a long delay between posting them. The following snippet was actually the first thing I wrote, and based on what's happening in chapter 1 and here, you would think this is Astarion-based fanfic, but do not be mistaken 😁 the wizards are just idiots who don't know how to communicate or express emotions in a normal way.
That being said, I obviously do have a soft spot for the elf and writing bite night from Tav's perspective when I won't romance him is... a little novel! But I'm determined to see this through 💪 (I also desperately need to progress her game to get some pics, because I only have very old ones 😅)
I will likely make some changes here, because I already see myself repeating redundant information, since I wrote this a while ago, and I also don't actually like that I took his script word for word, so I'll switch that up a little, hehe.
But for now, WIP!
Enjoy these weirdos with trust issues in this spiderman-meme-like snippet, as they don't know whether to kill each other or, ugh, become friends.
No, no, it’s not what it looks like, I swear!” Tavanna heard him say as he retreated from her, just as her fingers began to crackle with lightning, ready to be unleashed. “I wasn’t going to hurt you! I just needed — well, blood.”
The wizard tried to steady her breathing, curiosity mingling with outrage as her fear quickly gave way to frustration.
“Is that why you’re in my tent?” she grumbled, planting her hands on her hips as she assessed his posture — palms raised, looking almost apologetic and most definitely scared. “Care to explain the boar you snacked on, which you tried to convince me was ‘nothing but a dead pig’?”
She tilted her head, mocking his characteristic theatrical voice.
“It’s not what you think — I’m not some monster!” he protested. “I feed on animals! Boars, deer, kobolds — whatever I can get. I’m just too slow right now. Too weak.”
Tavanna watched his ruby eyes widen. The theatrics still lingered in his voice and posture, yet he seemed far more genuine now, almost veering into obsequiousness for one rare, fleeting moment.
“If I just had a little blood, I could think clearer. Fight better. Please,” he pleaded, just as their minds connected in a strange rush of sensation.
“Ah—!” Tavanna cried out, rubbing her temples. This tadpole link had proven to be both useful and horrifying.
For a split second, she considered pushing into his mind in search of answers. But, perhaps foolishly, her instinct to trust him was stronger. To trust that the sadness in his pleading eyes was not a mask this time, not another performance like the ones he so often put on around her, though she understood very little of why he did it.
“Alright,” she began slowly, her frown deepening as she watched his posture immediately relax once he realized she was not going to set him on fire. “But why didn’t you tell me?” she countered, a mixture of confusion and vexation in her voice. “I mean, I thought you might be a vampire based on how you look alone!”
She pointed at him, somewhat rudely.
“Erm, it’s not every day you meet an elf with red eyes who never eats, either,” she clarified, chastising herself for being inappropriate despite the sheer absurdity of the situation.
Yet as she watched his pointed ears droop and his face — usually smirking or hissing — fall into something so crestfallen, something in her chest clicked. She knew then that she would not be able to deny him what he was asking for.
“At best, I was sure you’d say no. More likely, you’d ram a stake through my ribs,” he admitted. “No, I needed you to trust me. And you can trust me.”
Tavanna reassessed the situation. She trusted him enough not to panic. In fact, she felt strangely numb to the realization that he could have killed her right there.
But he hadn’t.
Perhaps he was telling the truth and really was too weak to do so. On the other hand, trying to bite her in her sleep seemed incredibly foolish — surely it would have woken anyone up.
Unless vampire saliva had some kind of sedating properties… She shook her head, realizing she was overthinking instead of responding to the elf.
“I believe you.”
She met his eyes, feeling the anxiety held in his tense shoulders mirror her own.
thanks to @riddlerosehearts & @optimisticgrey for the tags! here are both of my main pairings with their significant others. It doubled as a fun excuse to experiment with the null room at the photobooth camp to focus on the outfits...but I couldn't resist a bit of fun with shadows there, too.
I don't think Ciro is all that amused! Gale seems to be taking it in stride, but let's just say they aren't predisposed to wear the same outfit. They both have their pride. But despite that face, he recognizes they both suit the outfit well.
He is soft for the wizard despite his best efforts. All it takes is one little forehead kiss and--
I think Astarion would be vaguely amused by dressing Nerys up in the same clothes he's wearing. She wouldn't give a shit, just happy to be there hehe (she's 6" taller than him, not represented very accurately with most posing unfortunately). He'd have the sense to pick something a bit more practical to keep Nerys comfortable, especially given their lifestyle--still a lot of adventuring in their post game life. Astarion has a hard time finding the right color for the outfit, though. The dyes aren't cooperating...
Better?
Again, Nerys doesn't care much. Whatever you say, kitten😊(you can see why their dynamic works; he has a lot of opinions and needs a yes man. She is quite stubborn, too, but only about very specific things--and don't worry, they do drive him mad).
I'll tag @adrielmancy @andromedaancunin & @deianestormborn, no pressure and apologies if you've done it already (I'd like to see!)
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My Hand, Your Heart… Let Me Hold It. Let me keep you.
For the record, this is the only screenshot I took before rage quitting the game. Lol. I decline to provide further context for the sake of my dignity.
I know we talk a lot about the literacy crisis and the horrible anti-intellectualism happening rn but I think we need to talk more about how much of an entitlement complex the stupidest among us have developed
Human to human, this is such a strange perspective to have. You're literally 5 seconds away from googling anything you want. And you will only get better for it.
I remember when I was around 13 and read the physical copy of LoTR in English (not my first language), and I had to have a dictionary on me at all times. Yes, constant breaks to find the word meaning were tedious. Yet still, I got through it, because I wanted to read it. And I learned so many new words in the process.
You, a fic reader on AO3, have it so easy: highlight the word -> right-click -> choose the find word in Google option. AND THIS IS LITERALLY IT.
UGhhh. Another confirmation that, once again, people who don't write and only read, TRULY DON'T GET WRITERS' PERSPECTIVE and don’t even try to. And that's sad tbh…
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