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@thepalelawyer.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 7:31 PM

#astarys and shibari, timely since I just posted them on ao3 with bondage yesterday šŸ˜
tysm bitter, always love your work

@thepalelawyer.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 9:48 PM

uh well yes, definitely. Nerys weights 50% more and is 6" taller šŸ˜‰
#bg3vp #astarys #tavqotd

@thepalelawyer.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 5:36 AM

Quote with a kiss šŸ˜˜
Iā€™m learning how to make gifs and this one isnā€™t good lol but hi #astarys

@thepalelawyer.bsky.socialSep 22, 2026, 11:53 PM

#tavqotd Show me a meme that perfectly captures one part of your Tav/Durgeā€™s relationship dynamic with their LI!

ā€¦another #astarys has struck

Astarion pressing his nose to the neck of a strong body type drow woman paladin in armor (Nerys). Meme text reads: no one twists the knife as good as u come over
@thepalelawyer.bsky.socialSep 22, 2026, 2:59 AM

lol irrationally sad there isnā€™t a single thing I can imagine my BT3 girlie wearing for Halloween, donā€™t mind me
Here are some photos of #astarys looking cute last year, some of my first VP. Tbh I canā€™t imagine her wearing that (especially the heels) but it was all I could find
#kittens #NerysOC

@thepalelawyer.bsky.socialSep 19, 2026, 4:31 AM

quote with a kiss šŸ˜½
#NerysOC #astarys
by www.patreon.com/cw/CrossingC...

@thepalelawyer.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 11:14 PM

#tavqotd
Show me a meme that perfectly captures a part of your OCā€™s relationship with their LI
#astarys #NerysOC

@thepalelawyer.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 6:25 PM

Some images, too, from chapter one šŸ˜¼
Kitty hiss.

This fic is narrated from both Astarion and Nerysā€™ perspectives. Iā€™ve written about 5 chapters of ~20 so far.
#NerysOC #Astarion #Astarys #bg3fanfic

Astarion smirking at Nerys, a strong body type drow with white hair and blue facial markings wearing silver armor, as he holds a dagger to her throat. Astarion snarling at Nerys, a strong body type drow with white hair and blue facial markings wearing silver armor, as she struggles to her feet after headbutting him to wrestle out of his grip. The way she'd looked at him when he'd had the knife to her throat had almost made him drop it. It was the look of someone who would lean into the knife to drag their attacker closer. Almost a dare. It scared him, if he was honest. And yet there had been something magnetic there, too. Something that made his mouth go dry. Above all, his impression had been that she was absolutely the kind of person whose shadow he should be lurking in if he hoped to stay alive outside of his master's lair-but who knew how long she'd last? Nerys was the kind of woman he'd never take for a mark; there was too much defiance in her gaze, and something sharp...he'd usually been more careful than that. Gone for the ones with eyes soft and unfocused from drink. Or the ones who lit up when they saw him like he was a piece of candy they wanted to snatch. He shuddered at the thought, feeling phantom fingers close around his waist.Now, though, his metrics for a mark were a bit different, he thought as he snuck a glance up at her while pretending to focus on mending his sock. She was oiling that ridiculous greatsword she'd gotten off the devil on the nautiloid with meticulous care, her brow cragged with concentration. His eye followed the ripple of muscle beneath the dark skin down the back of her arm as she worked her hand over the blade, just able to catch the fleeting impression of freckles there before she turned her head. Astarion's eyes skated away, a haughty expression painted onto his face. Of course, along with the intriguing persona and the muscled physique, Nerys had also made five decisions by the time they made camp that were reckless if he was being generous, and stupid if he wasn't. So perhaps despite his fears, he would be able to manipulate her quite easily. He certainly hoped so. To be honest, he found it all rather thrilling, given the intoxicating feeling of being free.
@thepalelawyer.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 6:25 PM

Beautiful work by @bonniesgate.bsky.social as always to illustrate my #durgestarion fic, I Apologize If You Feel Something. Finally braving posting them, Iā€™d love if you gave it a look šŸ«£ First two chapters up now: archiveofourown.org/works/926996...
#NerysOC #Astarys #Astarion #bg3fanfic

It took him a moment to see through the competing light sources to ascertain that the tall woman was actually crying. Not silently, either, the way he did when he absolutely couldn't restrain himself; her breath was coming in great gulping sobs, and shudders wracked her chest. What the hells? This woman grew more baffling to him by the moment. She made no attempt to wipe her face, letting the tears slip down her chin and drip down her neck. A strange thought intruded-she was beautiful, in her way. He hadn't really noticed before, other than noting her striking eyes. Not the way he was beautiful, of course, but there was something oddly compelling about the sharp angle of her nose, something graceful about the curve of her cheekbone beneath a ripple of white hair the wind had plastered to her wet face. Why he was noticing this now, of all times, when she was blubbering like a wounded owlbear, was beyond him."Please," Nerys said faintly, her voice gone hoarse. "I have the most awful feeling clawing up my throat. I need help." Her head drooped forward as she groped for her sword. Astarion's nose crinkled. Who in the sweet hells was she talking to? "There's something very wrong," the drow went on, "with...with me. I don't..I can't remember..." she squeezed her eyes tightly shut for a moment. "Whatever...whatever compulsion grips me, I cannot hold back on my own." Nerys throat worked as she took up the sword in both hands and then drove the sword decisively down into the earth, both hands gripping its crossguard. Oh, for fuck's sake. "Goddess, hear me. Whatever your aid might cost, I will pay. I put myself in your hands, Sarenrae. Only deliver me from this torment." Her chest was heaving like she couldn't breathe. Not only was she praying, perish the thought, but she seemed quite mad. But perhaps he could work this to his advantage, somehow? Doubt crept up Astarion's spine.