#TavQOTD (CW: blood, childbirth complications)
A mix of both that I wrote about in a short one-shot. It was one of the happiest moments in both her parents' lives, especially since she wasn't supposed to survive. But her birth came at a heavy price.
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While my longfic is my baby, I smile when looking back at this piece I wrote for Father's Day. It was my first time writing for the twins, and seeing the love for their little family made me so happy 💗ྀི
🎨: @/rozelunar.bsky.social
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((CW: Childbirth complications, pregnancy, blood loss))
I'm late to the #Tavember party since I was staying off social media for a few days, but I wrote a short one-shot about Amaranth's birth. Featuring a lil cameo at the end ◕⩊◕
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VP of my Tiefling Tav Amaranth, stopping in front of the idol of Silvanus as the Rite of Thorns is performed and magical green energy pulses around it
The image on the right blurred with an snippet from the chapter: '… I know the darkness that festers deep inside you. It cannot be stopped. Not when it so longs to burst forth from its slumber after a long winter's sleep. It's as much a part of you as I am. As I always will be.' "Hey, are you alright? What's going on?" Astarion raises his voice. "Can't you hear him?" It no longer sounded like her. It was fear talking to him now. "Hear who?" He asked. 'My sweet, corrupted flower… soon they will see you for what you are. Hiding behind those delicate, silken petals so full of color. All flowers turn to wilt, you are no different. Before that happens, we will collect what is ours. Even if we have to drag you back into the shadows — till they swallow your screams.' She'll never forget that laugh. The night she had been caught, back against the wall. She'd been this close to taking back her freedom, but now, there was nowhere left to run. 'And this time, you won't escape us again. We'll make sure of that.'
Chasing Shadows Ch. 2
We see the start of Ammy's internal conflict. Everything about the Grove is different from what she once knew. And the Rite of Thorns feels all too familiar, unlocking a ghost from her past
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Screams in my worst King Julien impersonation:
HOW LONG IS THIS GOING TO TAKE?!?!
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'You see that poor child? How they wield the darkness with unconscious effort? They've learnt to embrace shadow. As we all should. Just as you once did…' Bile filled the back of her throat. Her head filled with all those voices growing louder, spinning like a top. The incantation. She can't see Ulric. Not anymore, but she can still hear him. His voice crossed the line from whatever plane he watched from afar as her mind unraveled in disarray. Fear tangled its way around her soul. "Stopping for a bit of sightseeing, are we?" Astarion approaches from behind. "I don't see what the big deal is. It's just a piece of wood. Nothing to write home about." '… I know the darkness that festers deep inside you. It cannot be stopped. Not when it so longs to burst forth from its slumber after a long winter's sleep. It's as much a part of you as I am. As I always will be.' "Hey, are you alright? What's going on?" "Can't you hear him?" "Hear who?" Astarion asked. 'My sweet, corrupted flower… soon they will see you for what you are. Hiding behind those delicate silk petals so full of color. All flowers turn to wilt, and you are no different. Before that happens, we will collect what is ours. Drag you back into the shadows.' She'll never forget that laugh. The night she had been caught, back against the wall. She'd been this close to taking back her freedom, but now, there was nowhere left to run. 'And this time, you won't escape us again. We'll make sure of that.'
W.I.P for Chapter 2 of Chasing Shadows
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Amaranth's first time visiting the Inner Sanctum of the Emerald Grove is far from the peaceful experience of self-discovery she was hoping for
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VP of Astarion on his knees quietly hunched over Amaranth, noticing she fell asleep in front of the campfire without covering herself to sleep in her bedrool, a pot of tea beside her with a pained look in her sleep
“Oh, your poor parents.” He says, but there’s an undertone of humor behind the words. “You know that most children tend to lock themselves in their rooms when they’re going through a rebellious phase. Not up a tree. But if you still feel that undeniable compulsion to climb any more trees in the middle of the night, I’ll presume to let our merry little band know we should start checking the treetops around camp?” “I don’t know about that." She smiles coyly. "Sometimes you gotta mix things up now and again.” Even if she couldn’t get the humorous image out of her mind. “The campfire feels way too cozy to pry myself away from. And it’s my first time sleeping in a tent! I’ve never had an excuse to use one until now. I’m kind of excited, to be honest. And besides…” The silence was unsettling. She hadn’t stopped talking all day long. Wishing Gale would cast Silence on her to get her to stop for five minutes before the afternoon sun had even begun to set. And for the first time, Astarion sees her struggle. Carefully choosing her next words. It felt wrong. Took everything in him to keep him from pressing, so he could hear her voice. Even if it was irritating.
First part of my Feyshadow long-fic that takes place during BG3 is up. I love them so much and I poured every ounce of that into their story, but also hope it resonates with others as well 💗
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It’s a small sip at first, and he's not entirely sure what he was expecting. Astarion had long grown accustomed to the taste of only two things in his life. The first… Blood. Stagnant and thick from the bodies of the decayed rats that Cazador oh so generously provided him with. Watching with delight as Astarion struggled to pull the liquid free with his fangs. Feral fueled rage in his eyes for whatever he could get as he looked up at his master. Too weak to refuse. The copper mingled with the taste of trying to survive another day. And the familiar spice of alcohol. The tartness that would make his lips curl. Dry as it went down his throat. It’s not that Astarion disliked it. It was a welcome change compared to the alternative. Yet it also served as a reminder of what he was made to do. What usually came after… once his target was inebriated enough to be completely pliant under his honeyed words. It was difficult not to associate the two. But this… Astarion had never tasted anything quite like it before. So delicately saccharine with those distinctive floral notes. He thought for sure he’d hate it. But as that first drop hit his tongue, lingering on his palate, he found himself wanting more. He tilts his head further back, eyes closing as he takes it in. The image of walking in a field full of lavender, her smell right beside him. Close enough, Astarion could taste her inside his mouth. Her blood slipping down from the corner of his lips, his face buried in that tender neck of hers. His eyes widen as the peaceful look on his face shatters. His slack frame went completely stiff, his trembling hands dropping the mug in front of him. Astarion reaches forward and lifts it back up, looking directly at the bottom of the mug. Not a single drop was wasted.
Trying to get comfortable being vulnerable again with my writing, so the first chapter of the Feyshadow longfic that takes place during BG3 is going up tomorrow as I take more notes during my Patch 8 run
Hoping I don't let my anxiety get in the way this time 💗
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I also wrote a short little drabble from Astarion's POV inspired by this moment while I was in the hospital
I wanted to try and convey what was going through his mind as he looks at Amaranth before the two of them recite their vows to one another
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For #bg3dadweek
Thank you @aceforspinaltap.bsky.social my beloved for helping me brainstorm the idea 💗
This is my first time writing for Faelan and Sylvie so I hope they get some love (ㅅ´˘`)
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VP of my Tiefling Tav Amaranth looking up unsure
Amaranth rushes up to the transponder. She's made it just in time, with the help of Shadowheart and the fierce Githyanki woman keeping the rest of the imps and beasts distracted, cutting a path for her. The transponder hissed and writhed as she cautiously approached. Its appendages ending in what looks like a head with teeth, reminding her of many close encounters she's had with giant carnivorous plants in the Feywild. She grips one carefully in her hand, pulling it towards her. She looks down at it, unsure what to do. Her attention is drawn to another one, looking back and forth at the one she's holding, when she gets an idea. She reaches out, about to grab another one, when something stops her. A sense like she's been here before. Not on the ship. This feeling of eyes on her earlier. Someone watching her from the shadows. She hasn't been able to shake the feeling, even as they were running toward the helm, further away from it. She stands there, still in a daze, wondering if she should go back. Like she's so close to something she's been searching for. She just doesn't know it.
Amaranth has officially made it to Patch 8!! Circle of Stars here we come!!
Here's a little snippet with a sprinkling of Feyshadow in there too
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