GildedGlitter

pairing: astarion/durge (M/F) rating: explicit word count: 59,600 “Do you want to know what I think?” Vidri sits with one leg slung over the arm of her chair, the perfect picture of calculated calm. But the fingers pressed hard into her temple tell a different story. “Tell me.” “I think that you think entirely too much. It must be exhausting.” He approaches her. Slowly. For centuries, his survival has hinged on figuring out what people want and then giving it to them. He’s tried the tactic of sitting pretty and batting his lashes, waiting for her to consume him. That earned him little beyond a bitten lip. No, this simply won’t do. She wants a challenge. She wants someone to push back against her. So push he does.

ayyyyyyy i published a new chapter of the longfic!

archiveofourown.org/works/579045...

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If a lady handcuffs you as part of a sex thing you should immediately ask if you're being detained

A Familiar Kind of Darkness Chapter 15: Mincemeat pairing: astarion/durge (M/F) rating: explicit word count: 52,463 Astarion has never been much of a distance runner; he’s better suited for a quick breakaway and a dash to the nearest hiding place. After the initial burst of sprinting, it’s hard to keep up with Vidri’s long, loping strides. Even with the help of her speed incantation, she’s constantly dragging him forward, and forward, and forward. Wolves bay in the distance. Cobbled streets fly under their feet. And all Astarion can think about is how supremely idiotic he is. I don’t want to. What a luxury to say. What a stupid mistake. He said those words, out loud, to a sister who would gladly sell him out for much less. He picked a side. Or at least, he didn’t default to the Master’s side, and that’s as good as disobedience. If Astarion ever falls back into Cazador’s grasp, he’s dead. Well and truly dead this time. All the more reason to run fast.

New chapter! archiveofourown.org/works/579045...

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Zoomed out we see a small, lone shuttlecraft flying through a cloudy sky. Closed caption reads, "(screaming)"

Astarion’s eyes slip closed, and his head falls back as if he’s in a great deal of pain. Or perhaps pleasure. Her blood pools into the seam of his mouth but does not travel beyond the tight press of his lips. He makes a small, soft sound low in his throat. It can be so difficult to tell the difference between happy and unhappy sounds. “Your lips look lovely in red,” she observes. Blood really is his color. “Have you ever painted your face before? A bit of rouge? A bit of kohl? It would suit you well.” That brings him back, as she hoped it would. He slits open his eyes to regard her acidly. Vidri smiles and sweetens her voice with innocence. “What? Something to say? Open your mouth and say it then.” He doesn’t, of course. The best he can manage is a sharp exhale through his nose, but she discerns the meaning all the same. She can almost hear the pout and pomp in his voice as he says something like, Obviously I’ve made myself up before. Plenty of times. But it’s hardly necessary with a face like this. She takes advantage of his silence anyway. “You haven’t? What a shame. I suppose I’ll have to paint you myself.” 

i'm trying to get better at sharing stuff here! so here's a snippet from my longfic yippee

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it's gonna feel weird if bluesky becomes the place where fandom happens. pls don't make me adapt I fear change

[They stab Caesar.]

how to use civility to stop the borg

Happy Vampire Day with the most bloodthirsty art of Astarion I’ve ever made🍷🦇

hi, i keep forgetting about bluesky

anyway, it's weird knowing that i live a more socially and emotionally fulfilling life than the wealthiest person who ever lived

George: i really screwed it up this time!

Jerry: what happened

George: i killed the cat

Jerry: you looked in the box

George: …

Elaine: you arent supposed to open it

George: you think *i* dont know that

[Kramer both does and doesn’t bust through the door]: you wont BELIEVE what i learned to do

still one of my all-time favorite tweets

The Kwisatz Haterach.

Now is not the time to be a silly goose. We need serious geese, grave and sober geese that understand the gravity of our moment. We need hard geese, willing to do what must be done. We need geese of history.

we never should’ve given power to the nerds. the jocks shouldn’t have it either. we must usher in the age of the goths

omg hiii i just saw this! it's an absolute honor to be on this list <3
thank you so much!!!

Hello hello also here on bsky now, dropping this soft boi #astarion #baldursgate3

aww thanks so much! I'm in love with the art in your profile pic <3

digital painting of astarion smiling with a background of the night sky

happy :)
#bg3 #bg3fanart #astarion

it's kind of crazy how that spectral forest is encroaching on town more and more every day but I gotta admit those distant voices beckoning us to enter and walk deep deep beyond the pale white trees are starting to make some pretty compelling arguments

digital painting of astarion from baldur's gate 3. he has some blood on his lips. someone out of frame is reaching toward his face and they have a bite mark on their hand.

painting this fucked me up so bad I had to write a longfic about it #bg3 #astarion #durge

You know things are bad when your non-poetry friends start sending you "Good Bones"

i have not watched the second season of arcane because I fear it will swallow me up. i can't be painting the blue-haired chaos woman when i still have work to do with the white-haired chaos vampire

digital portrait of jinx from arcane

her :) #jinx #arcane

The lord of The rings - Eowyn

digital painting close up of shadowheart's eye

more old art #shadowheart #bg3

close up digital painting of astarion's eyes

the obligatory eye study

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i was planning to just lurk on here and use it for doomscrolling, but fuck it. i might post some of my stuff too and see if it sticks idk