#flamemittens

[shaykai]

Another delightful commission for @flamemittens! Thank you so much for commissioning me to do this, it was such a joy to work on! <3

[defira85]

@flamemittens was so kind as to have a birthday just when I wanted to start practising my art again, and then there was this amazing set of posters from the National Theatre of Korea's production of Macbeth that was just begging to be Durgetash, so the stars aligned!

Happy (late) Birthday Flame and thank you for letting me practice on your girl Morgayne!

[aliasknives]

Yo for the Writers Ask Game:

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

yay ok!! <3 (answering these)

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

answered here (but they were 🧪🍷🫤🤷🏻‍♀️⁉️ lol. #morepoisonrelatedemojis2k24)

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

"where is the best place to get stabbed" (apparently lower abdomen, but you didn't hear it from me)

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

omg this is one is so tough because truly so many people have been wonderfully supportive. i've probably missed so many people who should be on here a very incomplete list with very simplified compliments (so this doesn't get too long): @flamemittens (you!) are so sweet and so much fun on the dash @elinorbard is so thoughtful and friendly @lamortwrites is incredibly creative and kind @rowanisawriter is genuinely so funny and clever (and a cult leader now, or so i hear)

[nuka-rockit]

Hey! For the Dark Urge asks if you fancy it, how about:

3. The Netherstone, how did they wear it? Did they even wear it?

5. What was their class, and what was their favourite way to use its perks? Did they maybe even dabble in multiple ones?

10. Their name; did they ever have one? Who chose it for them, or did it maybe change sometime down the line? Did they perhaps even have multiple Alias?

oooh, thank you for indulging me c:

3. He did! Much like the other Chosen he had a custom holster made for his Netherstone. In his case it was a sort of pauldron/shoulder bracelet on his left upper arm, made to resemble a stylized face of the slayer form with the stone in its mouth (I actually have a WIP where you can see him wearing it pre-tadpole, hopefully I'll finish that someday) (EDIT: here is crop so you have an idea what I mean. dw about that hand)

5. He is technically a bard, although the way this was expressed in his Chosen days was less music and singing and more his prowess with weaponry (as of his College of Swords specialization). Music was more of a guilty pleasure than anything, really. That said, the Sword Bard class was a great overlap between classic weapon combat, skill with a good amount of armors, as well as a decent access to spells not dependent on things like material components. He was a killer for hire before he was officially introduced to the Temple at sixteen and picked up many of his skills up during this time. 10. Ah, the names. So, this is kind of a long one: When he was adopted as an infant his adopted parents (a tiefling couple) named him Cassander, and as long as he lived with them he went by that name. But when his Urge began manifesting, he was approached by Scleritas (who had of course watched over him and only bid his time) who slowly manipulated him towards embracing his dark impulses, alienating him from his peers and his parents. this ultimately culminated in him murdering his adoptive parents when he was nine, after Scleritas convinced him this was necessary to find his "true family" and that they were never his kin in the first place. He set fire to the house and disappeared into Baldur's Gate's underworld with Scleritas as his only confidante. After he left his old life behind he abandoned his name. He was nameless for years, only going by monikers other people gave him, until he joined the Temple. There his identity was defined by his role as the Pureblood Bhaalspawn, the unholy assassin, the Chosen, and a whole bunch of other titles given to him by the followers of Bhaal. Orin and Sarevok usually referred to him as "Bloodkin", higher ranking Bhaalists as "Unholy Assassin" or "Chosen", and the gnolls, lowest ranking members and of course Scleritas as "Master" or "Lord". Ironically, when he wakes up on the Nautiloid, he remembers none of the dozen things people used to call him. He only remembers one name, the one a kind tiefling couple gave him so long ago, and when he is asked who he is he answers "Cassander".

[flamemittens]

Thinking about how it would be funny if: all through the events of the game Tav/Durge refuses any sort of deal with Raphael, but still gives him the Crown of Karsus at the end anyway; because, why not?

Raphael is beside himself the whole time, wondering what he could have done differently to get them to agree, was it something he said (or didn't say), could he have been more charming (surely not, that's not possible, it has so very rarely failed him before) - then just resigns himself to the disappointing conclusion that he may have to wait another thousand years for a further opportunity.

Then, a few nights after the Netherbrain's defeat, there's an energy shift in the House of Hope. And the sound of something heavy and sopping wet being dragged along the flagstones.

Raphael, sitting at a desk, frowns.

The infuriating sound gets louder, and Tav appears in the boudoir, dragging a waterlogged hessian sack. They stop beside him, lift out the Crown and settle it down on the desk in front of him. Refuses to elaborate, leaves.

Raphael collects himself enough to intercept them just before they exit the House: "You have...unexpectedly...brought me a mighty gift; will you not stay for dinner or perhaps a drink, little mouse? There are many thi--"

And Tav just finger guns him, and leaves.

Haarlep: "You're telling me all we had to do was ask nicely?!"

Raphael: "Wha--"

Part 2

[mostwantedpotato404]

Commission for @flamemittens

[luinen-bluewater]

Commission for the lovely @flamemittens It's been super fun, thank you again <3

[truly-sincerely]

Guys, are those drawstrings? Is the guy fieri shirt... a hoodie?

(thanks to @flamemittens for the renders)

[unreadpoppy]

send nudes

Raphael x Fem!Tav (modern AU)

Summary: Raphael is bad at sexting

A/N: This was based on a conversation i had between @flamemittens @sky-kiss and @sassyandsodone

Tav had finally manage to get the phone number of the man she had had a crush on for some time, Raphael. And although he was charming in real life, he text messaged as if he were in the 1800’s. 

Raphael: Tav. 

Come to my house at the eighth hour of the night. Let us enjoy a good merlot. 

Raphael.

Tav: You do know you don’t have to sign your messages, right? I know it’s you.

Raphael: Tav.

Are you coming or not. Answer immediately.

Raphael.

Tav: 🤦‍♀️I’ll be there in a sec. 

In the following months, he had gotten slightly better at not sounding like someone’s grandpa, but there was still room for progress. One time, while she was at work, Tav nearly choked on her coffee when receiving the following message. 

Raphael: Little mouse, bestow upon me that delicious mortal form of yours in pictorial format. 

Tav spent a good five minutes looking at their screen. Was Raphael asking for nudes? Then, another message appeared. 

Raphael: Perhaps if you were to grace me with your naked form, I would deign to reward you with a similar favour, pet.

Somehow, the follow up was even more confusing. She decided to consult with her friends.

Tav: Guys, help me. Raphael sent me some messages that I can’t understand

Lae’zel: I always knew you were stupid, but not understanding messages is a new one

Wyll: You are still talking with that guy?

Astarion: Don’t judge her, dear Wyll. You have had your history with…questionable partners. 

Wyll: 🙄you’re one to talk

Tav: Anyways, he sent me some messages but I’m having a hard time understanding them. Can you guys decipher it? 

Gale: Sure thing, Tav! Send them in and we’ll see what we can do. 

*Tav sent a photo*

Astarion: …

Wyll: …

Gale: …

Karlach: Is he… is he asking for nudes??? 

…

Meanwhile, Raphael’s phone was suddenly taken from his hands. 

“By the hells, what is wrong with you, Raphael?” Haarlep asked exasperated. “Just say send nudes and be done with it.” 

“I cannot be direct about this sort of thing, or else, where is the fun?” He tried to reason. 

Haarlep put a hand on their face and sighed. “You’ll never see tits if you keep talking like this.” They showed the screen to Raphael. “Look! The poor thing hasn’t answered in 10 minutes. I don’t think she even understood what you sent.”

“Tav is perfectly capable of understanding my way of talking.”  Haarlep typed something and then hit send. 

“Done. Let’s see if this works.” 

…

While Tav’s groupchat was becoming a mess over the screenshot she sent of Raphael’s conversation with her, she received another message from him. ‘Speaking of the devil’ she thought. 

Raphael: Send tits for cock. 

Tav immediatly forwarded that to the groupchat.

Tav: Karlach was right. It was nudes. 

Karlach: KNEW IT!

Shadowheart: Why is he suddenly so direct?

Gale: You’re not going to send him nudes, are you? You’re literally at work right now! 

Tav: That’s none of your business, Gale. And idk, Shart. Anyways, gotta go now, byee

Tav made a quick run to the bathroom and sent a picture she already had on her phone. It was a bit old but it would do the job.

*Tav sent a picture* 

Tav: I can’t send one from right now, but I’ll hope you’ll be satisfied with this 

Raphael: My, my, I am quite satisfied. You have a plentiful bosom, little mouse. Very well, here is your reward. 

*Raphael sent a picture*

Tav felt the blood rushing to her face when looking at his messages. She’d only hope she would get home soon. 

Raphael: As much as I would enjoy to continue this lovely conversation, I am afraid I have to leave. 

Tav: We can continue this once I get home.

Raphael: Of course. As you know, roses are red, violets are blue. I'm into poetry, but I'd rather be in you. 

Tav barked out a laugh from inside the bathroom. 

Tav: Oh sweetie, we’re gonna have to work on your sexting once I get there. Till’ later, bye.

Raphael showed his phone to Haarlep. “What is ‘sexting?’”

Haarlep threw themselves on a nearby bed, dramatically putting an arm to cover their face. “You are impossible.” 

[leilah-durge]

by @flamemittens

[shaykai]

Yo for the Durgetash Past Life Asks, how about 3 & 5?

3. What did Durge think of the little wannabe Tyrant at the beginning? Someone competent or someone who tries really quite hard?

Vat’il was 98% sure he was just going to be a loud mouthed politician who really couldn’t back up his own threats and was stupid enough to think he could put a bhaalspawn on a leash- honestly he was probably planning on murdering him after the initial heist. Lucky for Gortash, he made a good first impression

5. Their favourite 'strictly business associates' bonding activity on a Saturday night? Please don't leave out any of the bloody gory details.

Gortash loves to bring Vat’il along to his business deals.

It almost always ends with less competitors and better deals- and if they happen to share an intimate moment or two as they pass through a dark alley way, well. That’s just good team building.

[defira85]

I’m a little late to the party, and I don’t have a pet of my own (yet) but have a pic of this little cat in my neighbourhood I am currently making friends with.

OH I love him, he's a little tiger! What a good friend to make!!!

[aliasknives]

🌹

“You’ll forgive me if I am put off by an invulnerable man,” she wipes the razor against her linen sleeve, “though I suppose he’s fine.”

[flamemittens]

Rating: M

Pairing: Enver Gortash/F!Dark Urge

Summary: The evolution of the relationship between Morgayne and Enver Gortash, framed around the many gifts, material and otherwise, he has given her over the years.

A/N: 4.7k words.

“I have something for you” he declares a few minutes later as she finally starts to settle herself, eases her grip on the iron railings as he stands close beside her, unafraid.

She glances down as he pulls out a box and opens it to reveal a fine gold necklace with a rich green gem set into the centrepiece. The box seems small for what it contains.

“Before you start grousing—” he says firmly “—I would ask you to at least accept this. A token of friendship, if you will. You are allowed to have nice things, you know.”

Read on AO3.

[timesthatneverwere]

WIP Whenever!

Tagged by @flamemittens and @judithmactir! Thank you so much for the tag, and apologies for the usual delay!

This is an excerpt from the chapter I'm working on for An Imperial Affair, my most beloved WIP (and the only one I'm working on at the moment). It's still a draft though, so it might change overtime... It might never see the light of day even xD

“A rabid dog may have its uses, but nobody wants its company. Not even the Emperor wants you around, staining his image, poisoning everything you touch. First, he sent you away, to pacify the Western Reaches. Then, he promoted you. Grand Moff of Oversector Outer,” he scoffs, “A very fancy title for a forced transfer away from the seat of the Empire. King of nowhere. You are not blind, Tarkin, you know that this is banishment in all but name. No matter the power you amass, you are and will always be a pariah.” Tarkin was wondering when the consequences of Antar Atrocity would come up; how he had to be hidden away like an outcast in the Outer Rim, lest the Core Worlds raise a ruckus. If he weren’t so exhausted, Tarkin would have had a good laugh at the expense of his fixation with that event and overall shortsightedness. Antar meant nothing, and its aftermath, less than nothing. Under the semblance of a move to keep face after such a ruthless operation, while everyone assumed that Tarkin was being cast aside, he was, in fact, conveniently relocated where he was most needed. “Is this supposed to be devastating? An eye-opening experience before you put me out of my misery?” As clumsy as this attempt at getting under his skin might be, his words contain a modicum of truth - exaggerated and twisted to accommodate his worldview, but truth nonetheless. Not that he minds. He cares only that he is feared. “No, I wouldn’t expect that. You will never change,” he replies, drawing his blade, but not approaching him just yet, “I have been following your exploits; how you have strengthened the Outer Rim Imperial Fleet, how you deal with the key economic players of this oversector as though they were your vassals, and the power-grabbing policies you have implemented. The Emperor lets you live out your little warlord fantasy, and you think that you are irreplaceable, that he has plans for you. But you would have never outlived your usefulness.” “Perhaps,” Tarkin says, unfazed. Let him try and bring forward the inevitable, then. Tarkin is not afraid of fate.

No pressure tags for: @squadron-of-damned @illusivesoul @unreadpoppy @sky-kiss @adevilyoudo

@amaranth-eternal

@tantive404

[sky-kiss]

OC Insight: What Kind of Love Are You?

This this quiz as your OC and post the results.

Tagged by @flamemittens. This was a fun little experiment, has to be said. Thanks for inviting me to play!

I did it for my Durge, Joi, and my Tav, Solaen.

Joi:

Love as a Force of Nature

Your love is like whiplash –– it comes in with the rain, it blows the doors wide open. When you fall in love, it is sudden and hard and immense. It is powerful. It is earth-shaking and world-ending. Nature is a force, and that force can be destructive if you're not careful. See how the world is doused in gasoline and set on fire –– your love consumes, your love takes, your love burns. You're hot and cold all at once, a hurricane and a wildfire bound together in skin, and when you're in love, it can feel like it's eating you alive from the inside out. When you love, it is with everything you have because it is everything you have. Be careful, darling, because not everyone survives the storm.

Honestly, this absolutely checks out for her. This is absolutely Joi.

Solaen

Love as a Religion

Devotion, that is the name of your love. Your love is an act of worship. Your love is like witnessing the birth of Venus, like seeing the sun come alive, or the stars fall. When you love, it is because you have found God in a lover. You have found the meaning of life itself in the heart of the one you adore. They are everything to you; they are your Maker, and you are their lamb, their flock, their first and holiest worshipper. When you fall in love, it is as a baptism. You are born anew, made a believer in the divinity of the one you love most. Being loved by you is ascension; it is holy and golden. It is all-consuming, and all-faithful, loyal as a dog. You will never, ever bite back.

Somewhere, Jaheira is rolling her eyes so hard she gets dizzy.

Thank you again for the tag! I'll go ahead and tag @simplysolo, @cambion-companion, and @makesometime.