#bg3 was a mistake >lol<< /div>
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silversiren1101 · 1 year ago
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I feel like toxicity in fandom behavior is higher than it's been in a long time thanks to a certain specific game and ugh. Pettiness, competition, 'fanon' being declared as canon, coming after people for having non-conformist takes or OCs, insecurity, inflated sense of superiority, attacks over darker/evil themes and characters, not being able to handle when someone doesn't like your most specialist guy, etc...
Just. Stop.
I bet you 99% of times that person is NOT competing with you. They don't even think about you. That person is NOT posting their opinions or works specifically to target or spite or hurt you, they just aren't. It's probably not even about you! It's okay that that someone has a different take or doesn't like your take or doesn't like your favorite character - it really is! You wouldn't cry because someone doesn't like your favorite ice cream, and you certainly wouldn't send someone hate mail over it either!
If you don't like what someone is doing in their own area of the playground, don't march over there and kick sand in their face or rip the dolls from their hands! Just ignore them! That's what blacklisting and blocking is for! If someone doesn't like your favorite ice cream flavor then that's literally a non-issue, and if someone does and you're somehow jealous or angry about it or feel only you can and you can't share, then maybe you should go to therapy or something I don't know what to tell you. And if you ARE posting hate or targeting people specifically or making fun of them for whatever petty fandom reason, how about you log off and go back to grade school where we all learned how to behave around each other like regular civilized people.
There is a living breathing person on the other side of that post and OC or whatever the fuck, so remember that! Stop letting your anxieties and insecurities speak through their posts and mouth and making it about yourself. Stop letting your inability to be 'wrong' convince you that any part of fandom/'fanon' is actual canon. Stop comparing yourself against other members of fandom and letting it spoil your experience. Stop being a petty little ant and making vague-posts and attacking people online over something that isn't even real!
Somehow this new generation of fandom just missed learning basic fandom etiquette and manners.
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incominghazelgoose · 2 months ago
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drawing her to cope with the fact that i accidentally killed her on my first run.
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astarionbraiinrot · 7 months ago
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One for the Road
Now with Sequel!
Read on AO3
Having acquired himself a brood of many daughters, and with enough years passed since the last was born that he's certain they're done having any more, Astarion is content to be a very happy certified Girl Dad™ to his flock of lovely little feral princesses. Which he's over the moon about, because honestly, what would he even do with a boy? No, he’s quite satisfied with the pack of little gremlins he has, thanks very much, all braids and pink ribbons and lace trim, and he’s not interested in adding to it. He and Tav are living their best No More Babies life. They're consistently sleeping through the night without interruption, they can have a glass (or four) of wine whenever they want, and he can’t remember the last time he’s had to wipe an ass that wasn’t his own. No, their house is FULL and they are DONE. No new Ancunins, shop's closed.
So of course, barely three days after finally clearing out and donating all of their various and sundry baby stuff, Tav informs him that there's going to be a last-minute addition to the family, very soon (school had just started back again, and the girls had spent the entire summer banding together to hide increasingly-inappropriate new "pets" in their rooms no matter how many times they got caught, so he supposes Tav can be forgiven for having mistaken the symptoms of yet another impending-dhampir as typical parenting exhaustion. He certainly had). It's the middle of the night when she tells him, and he spends at least an hour pacing the floor of their bedroom and summoning every scrap of memory from his law school days to argue that she must be mistaken, because their eldest just started COLLEGE and their youngest is TEN and they've already given away the crib and you can't have a baby if you don't have a crib because where would it even sleep? So obviously they can't be having another baby. Checkmate. He rests his case, Your Honor.
When his arguments to the contrary do not, in fact, render the impending child any less impending, and he’s had another hour to stomp around the backyard lecturing himself (quietly, so as not to wake the girls or the neighbors) that this is what happens when you drink two bottles of wine and an entire cow and can’t keep your stupid hands to yourself and convince Tav to throw caution to the wind because “it’ll be fine just this once, what’s the worst that could happen,” you idiot, he comes around to the idea. Because, sure, maybe they're starting all over with the diapers and the teething and the sleepless nights, but their other children are old enough to mostly mind themselves now, and the youngest had started asking for a baby sister as soon as she was old enough to figure out that her parents were where siblings came from.
Plus, if he's honest with himself, he may have - just a very teeny tiny bit - missed the feeling of holding a tiny infant curled up on his chest, burying his nose into their fluffy newborn hair to inhale the scent of their little scalp, listening to those soft snuffly noises they make as they fall asleep, his finger held in a ridiculously tiny hand only just barely big enough to wrap around it. Not enough to have another one on purpose, obviously, but if she's coming along anyway, then he supposes he might as well enjoy it all the same.
So he starts the same preparations for her that he did with all her sisters, sewing tiny frilly things as Tav knits yet another blanket and they bounce potential names off each other. Of course it's a girl, he says, when questioned on his name suggestions. With how many children they already have, there would have been a boy by now if there was going to be one. He scoffs each time Tav jokes over the next few tendays that this one feels different, and they could have a little combo-breaker on the horizon. No, not possible, he assures her, with an unearned confidence that he nonetheless felt was quite deserved. Their Standard Operation Protocol is that, once a baby is on the way, a little girl is born soon after. No deviations, and no reason to expect any now after all this time. Repeated experiments have produced the same result every time. They'll have another member for their infamous flock of Ancunin Daughters before the month is out.
When Tav tells him one evening just before their soon-to-be-second-youngest's bedtime that the little one's announced her debut via a puddle on the kitchen floor, there is no panic, no rush, no mad dash to ready everything. They've been through this far too many times for that. He takes a moment to be grateful that at least this one had waited until the sun was down to kick things off. Most of her sisters had not been nearly so courteous, choosing instead to have their first act be one of defiance against their poor stressed out father by beginning their journey into life in the middle of the day.
He bundles the girls off to the neighbors' house for the night, leaving them with a quick kiss on the head each and a promise that he'll send a Message as soon as their new sister has arrived, before making his way to fetch the Midwife. He vaguely wonders if she's even necessary, considering they have enough offspring that he's got the whole process all but memorized and is fairly certain he and Tav could deliver the child themselves at this point (and had done, once. Baby number five had been VERY eager to make her way into the world, with such a swift entry that she'd nearly been born on the living room floor. He'd had no time to even grab a towel and was forced to catch her with his bare hands. She'd ruined his shirt, and the rug, and nearly scared the unlife out of him on top of it. He'd been very calm throughout the entire event, though, a paragon of unflappable stability, patiently waiting until the babe was born, cleaned, and moved upstairs to the bedroom where she snuggled peacefully in her sleeping mother's arms, before politely stepping out the bedroom door and proceeding to have the quietest panic of his entire existence).
When he arrives back home with the Midwife, he doesn’t bother to direct her to the bedroom. She knows where it is, this isn’t her first rodeo with an Ancunin birth either. Water is boiled, clean towels are at hand, their nice bedding has been replaced with plain serviceable sheets, a layer of newspaper underneath to protect the mattress, a tiny outfit and knitted blanket sit ready nearby. Check, check, check. He completes each step with pure muscle memory and no prompting, all routine, everything exactly as expected.
The next nine hours are spent keeping Tav as comfortable as possible. Rubbing her back, walking circles around the house, stopping at each contraction to gently sway and do the breathing exercises that they'd learned so long ago the first time they did this. Normally, she'd catch what sleep she could in between contractions in these early stages, but this one is determined to allow her mother no rest. He really hopes that's not an indication of what the little one’s sleep schedule will look like once she's here.
They near the end of this whole ordeal with the first light of morning. He's sat behind Tav, holding her up, as she grits her teeth through near back-to-back contractions and shakes with the effort of bringing this last child into the world. She's exhausted, grumpily hissing between pushes that of course his child would be fucking nocturnal and think the asscrack of dawn was a splendid time to be born. He considers reminding her that most of their children had been born during the day, so he really didn’t think the timing of this one could be blamed on him, but any response he might have had is cut off with the next push, when he feels his knuckle bones grind together as she once again resumes her efforts to reduce them to powder. It's probably for the best that he keep that comment to himself right now, anyway, he thinks.
One more big push to get the head out. It's barely visible from his position, head leaning over Tav's shoulder, but he can see that she definitely has the same full head of hair all her sisters did, and maybe his hair color as well, though it's hard to really tell through the blood and fluids plastering it all to her scalp. Could be red for all he knows. He mutters something about not being able to see her hair through the blood, and Tav gives him a sly sideways glance and starts to crack a joke, something about him not having eaten since yesterday, he thinks, before she’s interrupted by a loud, pained, groan and the need to push again.
A few more hard, steady pushes, guided by the Midwife, for the shoulders this time. This is always the hardest part, he remembers, the final hurdle. He whispers gentle encouragement into Tav's ear as, timed with her pushes, the Midwife carefully guides first one shoulder, then the other, out into the world. Poor Tav is bright red from the exertion, covered in sweat and panting. He places a cool hand on her forehead and she leans into his palm as, with a scream and one last push, the babe is finally brought into the world.
She’s bright red herself, wailing with all the power her little lungs can muster. He still can’t see much of her from where he sits, not with Tav sagged back against him, finally able to rest. The Midwife says something he doesn’t catch as she gently wipes the babe off. He’s too busy whispering to Tav about how well she did to pay much attention to anything else right at this moment, but Tav isn’t, and she starts to giggle, quietly, just this side of audible. Odd, he thinks, but adrenaline’s a hell of a drug, so he doesn’t think about it too hard. His towel-wrapped (and still a little fluid-covered) daughter is gently placed on Tav’s chest as the Midwife busies herself with cutting the umbilical cord and delivering the afterbirth. The baby calms a bit as Tav gently coos to her and strokes her back, her cries tapering off into soft whimpers.
Able to get a closer look at her now, he can see this one bears more than just a passing resemblance to her father. Frankly, she looks exactly like him, albeit smaller, wrinklier, and with fewer teeth (for now). Pale, even for a newborn, with tiny, finely-pointed ears, and a head of unruly white curls. When she finally opens her eyes, leveling her parents with an annoyed glare that could have come right off his own face (or so he’s been told), he sees his own gaze reflected back at him in pale green, the color they’d learned with the birth of their second daughter that his eyes used to be. He feels a little bad, honestly. Tav did all the hard work, and yet here their daughter is, their last baby, him in miniature. Not bad enough to keep him from preening a bit when he mentions how beautiful she is, though.
Tav is still giggling. Quietly, but noticeably louder now than before his comment.
He raises an eyebrow at her and asks just what is so funny, and her giggling increases to laughter.
You, she says, in between fits of giggles. She asks if he had been paying attention to anything the Midwife had said, and the confused look on his face only serves to make her laugh harder. He waits while she tries to contain herself, releasing a very put upon sigh when, a few minutes later, she’s still laughing at whatever this joke at his expense is.
Finally, she takes a deep breath, holding in her laughter, eyes still sparkling with mirth, and slowly unwraps their daughter. He is, once again, confused, and the baby’s none too happy either, starting to fuss with the sudden loss of warmth. Before he can say anything, Tav shifts and places the now bared and still slightly-slimy infant in his arms, advising him to get acquainted with their newest little one. He wrinkles his nose at the goo rubbing off onto his sleeves, some sarcastic remark ready on his tongue, reaching out with one hand to take the towel from Tav as he looks down to begin settling his daughter, and-
Oh.
Well.
That explains why Tav was laughing at him, at least.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks that he probably should have caught that a lot sooner. It’s almost embarrassing really, considering his various skillsets, he’s usually pretty good at noticing little details. He doesn’t really have the brainpower to ponder that too long though, because the rest of his mind is still trying to reconcile this shift in information.
The best he’s able to come up with is dazedly asking Tav how that had happened, which just induces her into another fit of tired giggles as she presses a gentle kiss to his lips, and another to the top of their son’s fuzzy head.
He smiles and thinks that the girls will be delighted at this change of protocol.
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des-no9 · 5 months ago
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"Is this why you asked me to stay?" Voss asks. Two fingers caress the join between her thigh, pelvis.
"Does it really matter?" She already knows he can feel her confession; taste it under her skin.
-excerpt from 'first among many'
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utterdrip · 9 months ago
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astarion’s reactions to the player choosing another LI after committing to a relationship with him
(the ‘oh no, don’t you give me that’ dialogue has the ‘i—i didn’t think—.’ afterwards)
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woodsling · 4 months ago
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I did a thing 😱
Little Halsin/F!Tav pwp one shot, about 2k words. Knotting, p in v sex, some gooey sentimental words 😋
Read on ao3
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kimjunnoodle · 1 day ago
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Costco got caught in a storm and decided to stop at the menacing castle with an even more menacing host 🙀
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5mcsinatrenchcoat · 1 year ago
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Take me through the night, down down down by the river...
(Vice made a promise to touch and to kiss her all over as soon as she's able to - and Vice keeps her promises.)
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foxxology · 1 year ago
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If I had a nickle for every time I was in a fandom, known for making a fancomic and as soon as its finished, stopped making art for that fandom because the fans were so chronically online - I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird it WILL happen twice at this rate =_=
I've been wanting to switch to original art more, I think it's time to focus on my own stuff as well.
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lavellane · 4 months ago
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finished rogue trader. so mad about it i had to take a nap and then start a whole new playthru again to cope <3
#tay plays rogue trader#I DIDNT GET THE HEINRIX-LEAVES-THE-INQ ENDING..... AFTER EVERYTHING...... GRILLS MYSELF............#actually sooooooooo miserable like what do you mean ''the two lovers rarely crossed paths going forward..... '' shut up literally fake news#that man was HOOKED !!!!! he could not get enough !!!!!!#sigh. anyways. *clicks new game* heres how leda von valancius can still win#aka playing diviner is so funny bc i can just metagame thru every mistake i have ever made irt her playthru <3 just a dream bby its fine dw#anyway i loved the game sooooooo much. way more than i thought i would#definitely a top 5 rpg for me i think#my only main critique (outside of the 7 million bugs lol) was smth SO many games do and it pisses me off to no end#how the game will just. literally END. it will CEASE. the second u do the final boss#da2 did it ! fallout did it ! pillars of eternity did it ! bg3 did it before they added the epilogue months later#its so common and it makes me mad bc its so lazy... like throughout the entire game the story allows u to opt in#to moments of catharsis w ur companions.... to get their viewpoints and reflect on whats happened. but the ending just Ends lol#and ik Ending the story is a catharsis in and of itself but damb maybe i just want to celebrate killing whatever the fuck a c'tan shard is#with bae yknow. but fuck me i guess !!!#KJFDGJKFDG#BUT IM JUST BEING A HATER. LOVED THE GAME RECOMMEND TO ALL THE MOOTS !#im so excited to replay and make all the same choices i did the first time but Sexy this time. and also to build the party correctly#so its not just me and heinrix carrying everybody on our backs this time 😔✊ tho that was pretty funny tbh
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puppetstringed · 8 months ago
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guess the song 12 (I'll count where it's from as a correct answer as well)! first one to do so wins a corpse rose
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sun-marie · 9 months ago
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So based on the results of this poll I decided to make my Durge a Tiefling, and I'd like y'all's help again to pick her class! I've narrowed it down to either paladin or cleric, but I'm pretty torn between them 😅
Keeping in mind I'm going for a "good" Dark Urge playthrough,
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futuremercifulnerd · 1 year ago
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“I’m doing this for the people! They deserve to know the true dangers of the succubi!”
I finished the lineart heeheehee 🤭
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miatring · 1 year ago
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I just have a lot of feelings about the sad wizard okay? :(
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pintura · 4 months ago
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Hello! Can I get some fun facts or like a lore dump on Caoimh bc I'm planning on drawing them and would love to know more about him :]
ALRIGHT SO a lot of Caoimh backstory is still a WIP. I had initially created them with the intention of making them a changeling BUT in the bg3 universe they are a drow so their backstory is adjusted as such. here’s a small excerpt on the wip backstory I was doing for Changeling Caoimh
Backstory (wip):
Think traditional changeling folklore of “this looks like my kid but it is Something Else”. EXCEPT☝️ with a twist. Caoimh was taken in at 13 y/o by a high elf. The Man, Sylvorin, offered Caoimh a job. He met them because they were trying to pass as a starving elven child to ask for food, poorly trying to appeal to his sympathy by imitating his looks, on the off chance that he might have a kid or sibling that looks like him for the possibility of him giving them money/food. Sylvorin, an experienced adventurer, clocked them as a changeling. When this happened Caoimh swore that they were gonna get murked by him and tried to run. Sylvorin captured them (not kindly) and gave them a “choice/job”. He tasked them with imitating a little girl to pretend that she was someone’s daughter and to live a mundane life. The plot twist being that he was making them pretend to be HIS daughter that he “accidentally” murdered (in a strange paranoia episode) and he was trying to hide it from his wife. Caoimh was like “lmao ok free food and bed” and went along with it. (Plot twist is that the mom who is a Warlock, knew from the start lmfao) The reason Sylvorin ended his daughter’s life is because he thought she was possessed by his wife old patron (she is not she was just a strange kid :/ )
In terms of BG3 Caoimh it’s (sorta) different but I havent rlly thought much abt it yet so 🤷
TLDR Caoimh got dragged into some crazy family drama when all they wanted was warm meal 🫡
In terms of aesthetics they’re a moon Druid who is very Barn Owl themed, here’s a mood board for Caoimh (and their partner Bersha but she isn’t on my artfight cuz I have zero finished drawings of her so dw abt it)
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kenobihater · 1 year ago
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me and my companions getting our asses handed to us in a fight and returning with 9 smokepowder barrels between us
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