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Sam, you acted as MJ's biggest defender and then took personal grievances out on me via an anonymous hate blog. I know for a fact that people have tried to tell you it was a bad idea. That they were worried about you. You could have come to me with concerns, yet you didn't. Where was the consideration for those caught in your crossfire? Where was your compassion then?

Now you are targeting and calling out the victims of abuse for finally stepping forward and speaking up? For them to give others the strength to do the same and the peace to know they aren't alone? You are crying about how wronged you and those who refuse to take accountability and make amends are. Where was your compassion when your so called friends were being harassed and bullied and lied about? You complain you weren't told anything but, again, you made an entire ANON HATE BLOG.

I would tell you to go make a blog about it, but you actually might and I hope dearly that people recognize that is your MO moving forward. Instead, I am going to tell you that I think you are too close to this situation and you should step away from the internet for a while for your mental health as YOU SAID YOU WOULD BE DOING.

Stop playing the victim. Stop pretending to be the hero when you are one of the abusers. Get help.

Bloodweave stuff

To be completely transparent I don't really know what's happened, and I can only speak on the things that I personally have seen (which I must admit, isn't much).

I now know there has been something unsavoury going on in the fandom, and I'm really upset to learn that some things I was told and believed by someone I saw as a friend weren't true.

The fandom has brought me some incredible friends, it's inspired me to draw and write and has even helped me learn to appreciate my body. And I will forever be grateful for that. I love the community so so very much and I hope it can start to grow and heal.

I hope everyone involved only the best.

❤️

[pandorastrove]

Bloodweave Community

There is an insidious person in the BW fandom. You may think I’m close to him, but I’ve never been. I played along because I mistakenly thought I was wrong about him. Then countless people started revealing their own stories. He is the most vocal and EVERYWHERE. It’s a smokeshow.

In DMs, he tears people down, shares other's secrets, pushes for private information like addresses/cell numbers. He accuses others of bigotry and cruelty then acts the victim the moment someone disagrees. He smiles at you and then shits on you the moment your back is turned.

I’m not trying to start rumors, I’m trying to warn people. DO NOT GIVE HIM YOUR PERSONAL INFORMATION. I have a wealth of screenshots that I’ve been collecting for over a year of increasingly disgusting behavior. Due to recent escalated events, I’m no longer going to be silent. He is a blight in our community. Excise him.

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I recently received a message with video evidence of the identity behind this blog, causing me to unblock for this exact reason. I will not share my source because I do not want to invoke the Puppeteer.

So Sam/Gewhana, I have one thing to say to you here--

Coward.

I have proof of you opening a mod ticket post blog to tell me about the invites still working, so you can't claim to have been uncomfortable to approach me. You raked me and Calolily through the mud. You have HURT actual, real people. Not usernames on a screen. People.

You preached accountability without bothering to express for what and without bothering to reach out to me. If you were so scared, then you could have used your alt tessbw the way you have for others.

As for the evidence, the screenshots show the reactions in blue, which only happens if you are the one reacting. I have been given a video that shows the exact post in Bloodweave Inn with the only reaction by Sam. Sam themself has stated on the blog they are the only person involved and that they took the screenshots used.

To be clear, I am not looking for Sam to be harassed or targeted. Sam, I hope you can see what you have done and take the steps to begin making amends.

To anyone still asking me about Sanctuary, this was the final nail in the coffin of a long line of issues starting back in August and the server is closing once my commitment to this fandom is over.

I have received and answered a large number of asks here. In an effort to make this blog easier/more efficient to navigate and understand, this pinned post will be a hub that includes updates and links to the most relevant posts and information. 

Please note that many of the answered asks contain hateful language, including personal attacks and accusations directed at specific people, that may be upsetting. Please read through this blog with that in mind, and stop reading if you need to. 

You can get a good overview of the concerns on this blog and the responses to them through the pinned post alone. It will be kept up to date with any new updates or important asks/posts. 

Last updated: 11/29/24

Please note updates are in order of most to least recent.

UPDATE 4 (11/25/2024):

Please read this FAQ before sending questions in:

I have also gathered the asks sharing negative experiences into a handful of posts, and am adding the link here for better visibility.

I've done the same for the responses received from the former moderation team of sanctiary here:

UPDATE 3 (11/15/2024):

As of yesterday, Calolily left the Bloodweave Sanctuary server. Today, Pandora announced they will be deleting the server ~March 2025. Please see the post below for more details.

UPDATE 2 (11/5/2024):

As of today, the following announcements were made in Bloodweave Sanctuary:

I am grateful to the Bloodweave Sanctuary moderation team for seeing the feedback here and addressing. It is a hard thing to do, and I personally think this will make it much easier for the Sanctuary community to speak up when they have concerns or questions. Thank you Pandora, Calolily, and AcousticBlue for making these changes.

UPDATE 1 (11/5/24):

Click 'keep reading' for original series of posts I made containing the information I found regarding Pandora/Sanctuary and my concerns.

Please note this last link is solely my personal opinion and conclusions.

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Regarding "When The Stars Don't Shine, They Burn", this fic is no longer being updated and all my fics are either taken down or privated. This was my first time interacting with a fandom and as I've just had to file a cyberstalking report with the authorities alongside other crimes, I'm not interested in engaging further.

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When The Stars Don't Shine, They Burn - Chapter Twenty Rating: Explicit Key Tags: Post-Canon, Trans Astarion, Sharess Worshiper Gale, Soft Dom Gale, Sub Astarion, BDSM, Dob/Sub, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Collars, Bondage, Depression, Suicidal Ideation, Past Gale/Minthara Implied, Astarion's Past Abuse, Other Additional Tags To Be Added, OCD, Arithmomania, Dreams and Nightmares, Happy Ending, Boot Worship, Rutting, Vaginal Fingering, Body Worship, Squirting/Vaginal Ejaculation, Gale Has a Big Dick Summary:

Two months after the confrontation with the Absolute, Astarion finds himself working as a sellsword, feeling listless and lacking direction. When a run in with a hunter drives Astarion to Gale's tower in Waterdeep, he suddenly finds himself floundering needing to figure out what he is doing with himself. Now if Gale would only stop trying to help. ----------------- “Look at me.” Gale said firmly, red eyes settling on him immediately. “You are fine. You are safe. Whatever happened last night, I will endeavor to prevent it from happening again.” And he wished that he could believe that. But his mind was racing, circling back to that dream. That panic. The state he had been in upon waking up, frantic and terrified to a point of– “Help me.” Astarion said softly, eyes widening as he looked at Gale. “Please. Just…Help me get out of my head.”

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Of Pumpkin Picking and Hay Rides - Final Chapter Rating: Explicit Key Tags: Trans Astarion, Alternate Universe - Modern Dungeons & Dragons Setting, No Vampires, Hallmark Style Fic Summary:

As someone who had never been outside of the city of Baldur's Gate, Astarion didn't know what to expect when his court mandated therapist suggested taking a break from his life in the small town of Amphail. It definitely wasn't overly friendly folk, a near fanaticism when it came to the Autumn, nor the particularly cute farmer with the nice ass. Well…Perhaps that last one was more of a perk. ----------------- Midwinter in Amphail was just as insane as Astarion expected it would be. The town was decorated in various baubles and lights with a large tree put up in the center that had been decorated with various handmade garlands. He wasn’t particularly surprised to find that there was another festival that drew in various tourists interested in seeing the place. Carriage rides were done with the poor horses wearing bells that jingled as they trotted along, a pie contest was held, as was a contest for the best eggnog of all things, and Astarion was still suspicious that the gingerbread cookies weren’t laced with something. It was quaint and wholesome and he was all the more convinced that the town was some form of cult. Even Gale had forgone his usual rotation of flannels for various sweaters that seemed to get more ridiculous every time Astarion saw the man.

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Of Pumpkin Picking and Hay Rides - Chapter Nine of Ten Rating: Explicit Key Tags: Trans Astarion, Alternate Universe - Modern Dungeons & Dragons Setting, No Vampires, Hallmark Style Fic Summary:

As someone who had never been outside of the city of Baldur's Gate, Astarion didn't know what to expect when his court mandated therapist suggested taking a break from his life in the small town of Amphail. It definitely wasn't overly friendly folk, a near fanaticism when it came to the Autumn, nor the particularly cute farmer with the nice ass. Well…Perhaps that last one was more of a perk. ----------------- “Glad that I lent you that shirt?” Gale teased, hiding his grin behind his own cup. Astarion hummed softly, choosing not to comment. If only because the flannel was definitely not being returned to Gale. It was soft and well worn, the elbows grown thin, and a lovely burgundy shade that did wonders for Astarion’s eyes. It would be tucked away with the other one that was already left at his– The cottage. Not that it would be missed. Gale apparently had plenty considering he was wearing a burnt orange one himself and Astarion was still trying to process how that color worked for somebody.

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A Dance of Claws and Lust Rating: Explicit Key Tags: Alternate Universe - Dungeons & Dragons, Trans Astarion, Devil Gale, Incubus Astarion, Knotting, Vaginal Sex, Biting, Porn Without Plot

A moment of indulgence between a devil and an incubus. ------- Gale rolled his shoulders as he tried to hide his agitation at the sight that greeted him upon entering his quarters. One would think he would have grown accustomed to it by now. The lack of boundaries that the little bat seemed to possess. Yet every time he found himself gritting his teeth as transgression after transgression was repeated.  Sprawled out across the fine silks of the four poster was Astarion, bat-like wings draped over his body as the only form of modesty, his tail curled delicately against his own thigh. Gale couldn't deny the temptation. The urge to trace his fingers against the soft white peach fuzz of furry or to press his claws into the delicate pink pads on the bottom of the incubus' feet. He must have been staring as one bat-like ear perked forward, the demon offering a slow smile.  “See something that you like, darling”?” Astarion purred, curling a hand around one of the posts at the end of the bed and pulling himself closer to the foot.

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When The Stars Don't Shine, They Burn - Chapter Nineteen Rating: Explicit Key Tags: Post-Canon, Trans Astarion, Sharess Worshiper Gale, Soft Dom Gale, Sub Astarion, BDSM, Dob/Sub, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Collars, Bondage, Depression, Suicidal Ideation, Past Gale/Minthara Implied, Astarion's Past Abuse, Other Additional Tags To Be Added, OCD, Arithmomania, Dreams and Nightmares, Happy Ending, Boot Worship, Rutting, Vaginal Fingering, Body Worship, Squirting/Vaginal Ejaculation, Gale Has a Big Dick Summary:

Two months after the confrontation with the Absolute, Astarion finds himself working as a sellsword, feeling listless and lacking direction. When a run in with a hunter drives Astarion to Gale's tower in Waterdeep, he suddenly finds himself floundering needing to figure out what he is doing with himself. Now if Gale would only stop trying to help. ----------------- Gale’s eyes flashed briefly, dark veins of purple spider webbing throughout his irises lighting in his anger, as he carefully plucked at the weave he was using. The pure, raw power of it rushed through him. His chest hurt. His arm ached. He could feel the intoxicating rush and the buzzing in his mind as he forced the arcane energy to do things that didn’t come naturally to it. Like this, Gale could see the careful lines of the weave crisscrossing throughout the space. Layers of black and purple and red twisting and convulsing and radiating. He carefully crafted something new and unknown, something that wouldn’t be easy to detect, something before unknown to the world of the arcane.

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Of Pumpkin Picking and Hay Rides - Chapter Eight Rating: Explicit Key Tags: Trans Astarion, Alternate Universe - Modern Dungeons & Dragons Setting, No Vampires, Hallmark Style Fic Summary:

As someone who had never been outside of the city of Baldur's Gate, Astarion didn't know what to expect when his court mandated therapist suggested taking a break from his life in the small town of Amphail. It definitely wasn't overly friendly folk, a near fanaticism when it came to the Autumn, nor the particularly cute farmer with the nice ass. Well…Perhaps that last one was more of a perk. ----------------- “Let’s go to Goldenfields. I can drive and it shouldn’t take more than thirty minutes or an hour, there’s this amazing little restaurant on an orchard with amazing reviews online and apparently these apple tarts that are to die for. I understand if it’s too last minute or if you aren’t interested, but I figure it could be a good change in pace and scenery, but you have no obligation at all an–” “Astarion, breathe.” Gale cut in firmly, shaking him into a moment of silence as he stared at the man. “Sorry. I’m being an idiot.” Astarion muttered. “Of course you’re being an idiot. You haven’t even grabbed your coat.” Gale said easily, raising an eyebrow pointedly.

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Chapter Sixteen -- A gift is given Chapter Seventeen -- READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE Chapter Eighteen - Gale's pov

When The Stars Don't Shine, They Burn - Chapter Fifteen Rating: Explicit Key Tags: Post-Canon, Trans Astarion, Sharess Worshiper Gale, Soft Dom Gale, Sub Astarion, BDSM, Dob/Sub, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Collars, Bondage, Depression, Suicidal Ideation, Past Gale/Minthara Implied, Astarion's Past Abuse, Other Additional Tags To Be Added, OCD, Arithmomania, Dreams and Nightmares, Happy Ending, Boot Worship, Rutting, Vaginal Fingering, Body Worship, Squirting/Vaginal Ejaculation, Gale Has a Big Dick Summary:

Two months after the confrontation with the Absolute, Astarion finds himself working as a sellsword, feeling listless and lacking direction. When a run in with a hunter drives Astarion to Gale's tower in Waterdeep, he suddenly finds himself floundering needing to figure out what he is doing with himself. Now if Gale would only stop trying to help. ----------------- It was just as strange to see Gale only partially put together. He had on trousers and his collared undershirt, but no shoes nor the rest of the ensemble. He still had the bandages covering the right arm and hand, had yet to remove them from what Astarion could tell. Not that they seemed to get in the way as the razor was set aside in favor of Gale beginning to pull his hair back. “You’re staring.” Gale said softly, not looking away from the mirror as he carefully secured his hair with a cat eye pin. Something that was closer to a stick than a pin and a suspicious narrowing of Astarion’s eyes as he scrutinized it upped his suspicions that that was definitely a knife hidden away.

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When The Stars Don't Shine, They Burn - Chapter Fifteen Rating: Explicit Key Tags: Post-Canon, Trans Astarion, Sharess Worshiper Gale, Soft Dom Gale, Sub Astarion, BDSM, Dob/Sub, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Collars, Bondage, Depression, Suicidal Ideation, Past Gale/Minthara Implied, Astarion's Past Abuse, Other Additional Tags To Be Added, OCD, Arithmomania, Dreams and Nightmares, Happy Ending, Boot Worship, Rutting, Vaginal Fingering, Body Worship, Squirting/Vaginal Ejaculation, Gale Has a Big Dick Summary:

Two months after the confrontation with the Absolute, Astarion finds himself working as a sellsword, feeling listless and lacking direction. When a run in with a hunter drives Astarion to Gale's tower in Waterdeep, he suddenly finds himself floundering needing to figure out what he is doing with himself. Now if Gale would only stop trying to help. ----------------- It was just as strange to see Gale only partially put together. He had on trousers and his collared undershirt, but no shoes nor the rest of the ensemble. He still had the bandages covering the right arm and hand, had yet to remove them from what Astarion could tell. Not that they seemed to get in the way as the razor was set aside in favor of Gale beginning to pull his hair back. “You’re staring.” Gale said softly, not looking away from the mirror as he carefully secured his hair with a cat eye pin. Something that was closer to a stick than a pin and a suspicious narrowing of Astarion’s eyes as he scrutinized it upped his suspicions that that was definitely a knife hidden away.

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Of Pumpkin Picking and Hay Rides - Chapter Seven Rating: Explicit Key Tags: Trans Astarion, Alternate Universe - Modern Dungeons & Dragons Setting, No Vampires, Hallmark Style Fic Summary:

As someone who had never been outside of the city of Baldur's Gate, Astarion didn't know what to expect when his court mandated therapist suggested taking a break from his life in the small town of Amphail. It definitely wasn't overly friendly folk, a near fanaticism when it came to the Autumn, nor the particularly cute farmer with the nice ass. Well…Perhaps that last one was more of a perk. ----------------- “It doesn’t matter. As I said, this place is temporary.” Astarion muttered. “And if it wasn’t?” Ethel prompted, only to be met with a telling silence before she sighed at him. “Tell me something, Astarion. Are you resistant to the idea because you fear pursuing someone would mean you wanted what you went through? Or because you feel as though it would be a betrayal?”

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Hello hello! It's time for my irregularly regular scheduled biweekly discord plug! Are you looking to join a growing community of 360+ folks and counting who happen to share your special interest? Want somewhere to talk Bloodweave, BG3 in general, writing, art, or just have some fun hanging out? Then come check us out!

Currently running sign-ups for a Bloodweave Big Bang that close at midnight the 18th with many more events to come. Check out the pinned post over on @bloodweavesanctuary to see what's coming up.

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When The Stars Don't Shine, They Burn - Chapter Fourteen Rating: Explicit Key Tags: Post-Canon, Trans Astarion, Sharess Worshiper Gale, Soft Dom Gale, Sub Astarion, BDSM, Dob/Sub, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Collars, Bondage, Depression, Suicidal Ideation, Past Gale/Minthara Implied, Astarion's Past Abuse, Other Additional Tags To Be Added, OCD, Arithmomania, Dreams and Nightmares, Happy Ending, Boot Worship, Rutting, Vaginal Fingering, Body Worship, Squirting/Vaginal Ejaculation, Gale Has a Big Dick Summary:

Two months after the confrontation with the Absolute, Astarion finds himself working as a sellsword, feeling listless and lacking direction. When a run in with a hunter drives Astarion to Gale's tower in Waterdeep, he suddenly finds himself floundering needing to figure out what he is doing with himself. Now if Gale would only stop trying to help. ----------------- “Why do I get the feeling that you and I have vastly different thoughts on how I planned to start our day?” Astarion asked, more amused than anything. “If your plans included you writhing upon my bed in ecstasy, desperate before I ever take you properly simply so that I can witness you shake apart, then I'd say we are on the same page.” Gale said, nipping at him lightly. “No. No, we are definitely on a different page but I think I like your book more.” Astarion breathed, a shiver running through him as he buried his hand in Gale's hair.

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An absolute delight to work with and the art turned out so good!

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full pic here.

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Of Pumpkin Picking and Hay Rides - Chapter Six Rating: Explicit Key Tags: Trans Astarion, Alternate Universe - Modern Dungeons & Dragons Setting, No Vampires, Hallmark Style Fic Summary:

As someone who had never been outside of the city of Baldur's Gate, Astarion didn't know what to expect when his court mandated therapist suggested taking a break from his life in the small town of Amphail. It definitely wasn't overly friendly folk, a near fanaticism when it came to the Autumn, nor the particularly cute farmer with the nice ass. Well…Perhaps that last one was more of a perk. ----------------- “Hey…Sorry if I’m a little late.” Astarion offered as he approached, only to be given pause when Gale leveled him with a bright smile. “Oh, you are actually right on time.” Gale assured. “I know that the plan had been for coffee, but you are still new here so I thought that we could get our drinks to go and catch one of the carriage rides to show you around town.” Right. He was still wrapping his head around the idea that the small town had horse drawn carriages that traversed the streets. And he couldn’t deny that the thought was a nice one. Even if it was redundant with the amount of wandering that he had already done.