Xxnashiraxx - 🍁There's Just No Rest For The Queen Of The Dead🍁

Orin and Astarion.

"You touched what was mine, bhaalspawn."

“Is it okay if I draw fanart of your fanfic?👉🏼👈🏼”

My brother in Christ we shall have a spring wedding

WIP/Snippet Sunday

Thank you for tagging me, @khywren!!

I hope you all are ready- I will post the first two chapters of my long-awaited (mostly by myself), self-indulgent isekai BG3 multi-chapter fanfic!!! Here's a snippet of chapter 2 as I go over it with a fine-toothed comb before it gets published on AO3!

Chapter 2: Know Me, Broken By My Master Pain is the first acquaintance Astarion meets upon waking. He opens his eyes to the broken visor of the pod he’d been trapped in, leaving him exposed to the outside air. The following emotion he feels is fear- the sun's rays dapple the ground just feet away, too close for comfort. He withdraws within himself, pressing against the back of his small prison as he works to remember what happened. He’d been… on the way to Cazador’s palace, about to come back empty-handed. He’d known the weight of what that meant for him as he dragged his feet over the filthy cobblestone street, wishing to linger long enough for sunrise to burn him away. Compelled forward against his desire for oblivion, he’d anticipated punishment, numb to the repercussions as his ruby eyes blazed in the night. Hunger had torn at him for days, perhaps even weeks. The rats had started to get scarce, and he’d risked his excursion on the scent of a pathetic-looking bird he’d found with a broken wing, its blood staining the dirt beneath it. It had led to another, and he’d ravenously consumed what little they had until his head was clear enough to string together a coherent thought. He’d assumed he’d have enough time, that he’d be able to scout a victim to drag to their doom, but he had been mistaken. The hunger had addled his mind and he’d taken a wrong turn, ending up deeper into the lower city than he’d liked. As he’d turned a corner, he heard the screams and looked up in time to see a large black mass careening towards him, unable to react before it collided. Instead, he’d gone under and woken up in some other place entirely. One that vaguely tickled the corners of his mind, however still escaped his knowledge. Once he’d seen the mind flayer, he’d settled on death, almost content. But it had not been the end. He’d seen something strange, even, upon waking...

I'm very excited to share! All I know is that it'll be posted within the next four hours, so please look out for it!

I know it's only been a few days since I tagged you all, but if you feel like sharing more tidbits, please do! @preciouslittlebhaalbae @elinorbard @verbenaa @ladyduellist @inkymoonbunny @bhaalsdeepbat @justabiteofspite

wanted to see if they kept that stupid face Shadowheart makes this scene and I'm CRYING

Gale, speaking loudly, clearly, and with conviction: Only a FOOLISHLY MISGUIDED MAN would put his ambitions BEFORE his heart! *turns to Tav, tenderly frames their face in his hands and gazes adoringly into their eyes* My love. Upon every gossamer strand of the Weave itself, I swear to you: unlike Gortash, I would NEVER get so caught up in the minutia of death cult office politics that I would be too busy to kiss you. *pulls Tav in close, covers their lips with his. Kisses them deeply and with a simmering passion. Audibly moans.*

The entire Coronation audience at Wyrm’s Rock: …

Duke Ulder Ravengard: *holding the Coronation sword over Gortash, lowering it uncertainly* …is it true, sir? *leans in, whispers* You really can’t clear five minutes out of your schedule to kiss?

Gortash:

WHO KEEPS SPREADING THESE LIES