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CaptainButterBuns ~ Tired Gremlin
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#tavqotd

Jevan Zauana falls for Lula, @pugatron.bsky.social's gnelf druid after they meet at Last Light Inn.

With recently discovering his son (Frans), facing the truth of his first love's fate, turning his back on Lolth, and being a drider...he believed he'd be alone forever.
#capsart #bg3 (1-2)
Digital painting by CaptainButterBuns of their drider original character Jevan and his gnelf lover Lula, laying in a field at night, in each other's arms.
December 5, 2025 at 4:26 PM
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Mango...

When they say "devour literature", it is not to be taken literal.

This bitey little sweetheart is a gremlin lol 😆
#captainslog #cat #trans #book
Photos of the book Cemetery Boys with bite marks on the top right corner. Photo of a young tabby looking at the camera
December 5, 2025 at 3:43 PM
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🏵️Chapter 26 is up!😈

Aku learns more about her dark urges and uncovers even more questions in the process.

Read here 👇
archiveofourown.org/works/631885...

#bg3 #astarion #gale #fransolo #aku #fanfic
@pugatron.bsky.social - Co-Writer / Aku
BG3 Act 1- A New Adventure Chapter 26 - The Butler After the excitement of catching Frans and Gale wrestling in their sheets, Aku eagerly turns to the book she borrowed from the wizard, desperate to decipher the riddle etched into Astarion's back. But too much excitement proves overwhelming, leading to heavy eyelids that draw her into a restless, uneasy sleep as a familiar gaze lingers and watches over her. Features Gale x Frans Olo, Astarion x Aku, Halsin x Wyll x Karlach & Others <3 Now up on archive of our own
December 1, 2025 at 3:10 AM
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Close ups.

Originally these two were created a few years ago for a One Piece rp and I still adore them so much. 😊❤️

Lumina belongs to @pugatron.bsky.social and Yuri is mine.
#capsart #art #ocs
Digital drawing by CaptainButterBuns of Bam's original character Lumina, a giant, muscled darker skin woman with a warm smile. A digital drawing by CaptainButterBuns of their original character Yuei, a slender pale younger man woth white hair and Grey eyes.
November 30, 2025 at 11:19 PM
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"You're the sweetest darn thing I eva' laid eyes on, Yuri honey. My little snow angel. Don'teva' forget it." - Lumina

Yuri - 😳❔️ *but secretly loves the attention*

Lumina belongs to @pugatron.bsky.social and Yuri is mine. Just two lost souls falling for each other.
#capsart #art #ocs
Digital drawing by CaptainButterBuns of their original character Yuri and Bam's original character Lumina. Lumina is a giant dark skin woman with muscles and bright clothes. Yuri is a much smaller pale male with white hair and dark clothes. Lumina is cupping his face while he looks up at her in awe.
November 30, 2025 at 11:03 PM
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Yuri's head fits perfectly in Lumina's hand!!!! I'm still vibrating from this! 🥺
#capsart #wip #oc #art
Work in progress drawing of a thin man woth messy hair
November 28, 2025 at 7:28 PM
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Sometimes I forget just how huge the size difference between Lumina and Yuri is until I sketch them.

Yuri is damn lucky to have a big, strong muscle mommy to love and protect him. 😭I'm so jelly!

Lumina belongs to @pugatron.bsky.social and Yuri is my oc.
#wip #capsart #ocart
Work in progress sketch of a tall, gaint woman and a tiny little man
November 27, 2025 at 9:06 PM
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Oh! My! God!

I cannot recommend the Rune Tithe Series enough! I'm still squealing (maybe wiping tears away) after reading the second book, A Hex for Hunger.

Sadly, I must suffer until April for the next installment. 😭 I'll just have to read them again. Lol
#captainslog #queer #Romantasy #book
Photo of the The Rune Tithe Series books, A Spell for Heartsickness and A Hex for Hunger.
November 21, 2025 at 1:00 AM
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#tavember Day 20: Tattoo

No tattoos but if Aunae did ever decide to get ink done, you can be sure they would get addicted to it and they would be covered in all the witchy tatts.

#BG3 #TavQOTD #aunaedorrot💀
Tattoo? Aunae does not have any tattoos but if they did, they probably have lots of skulls, spiders, moons, moths, and mushrooms all over. Shows tattos of a spider, a skull, a hawkmoth, moons, mushrooms, and a planchette.
November 20, 2025 at 11:12 PM
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#tavember Day 19: Motive

Aunae typically just lets the spirits and voices in their head decide where they go, what they do, and they have become their main motive for everything. However, once they grow closer to Wyll, Karlach, and even Halsin, those motives shift.

#BG3 #TavQOTD #aunaedorrot💀
Motive Aunae’s main motive for their adventure is exploration and following wherever they hear the whipsering of lost souls. This is what led them to Moonrise Tower and where the others eventually found them in the warden’s office. After Thorm’s defeat, Aunae joins Frans and everyone on the path to Baldur’s Gate, having felt the pull of angry spirits in that direction and their duty called for them to return balance to the land. Along the way, they find companionship with Wyll, Karlach, and Halsin. Normally, they wouldn’t interfere with the fates but they choose to assist in finding an alternative means in aiding Karlach, with the other two’s assistance and support in the process. It goes aginst everything they know to do. To see the pain caused by the tielfing’s burning heart, reminded them of their own forced curse and inescapable destiny.
November 20, 2025 at 6:20 PM
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#tavember Day 18: Weak (3-3)
#aunaedorrot
“What the hells now?” Frans snapped out of his daze and scrambled to his feet, narrowly dodging a massive crack splitting the ground open in a furious tremor. He was driven back further, his steps quickening as he caught sight of wispy smoke billowing from the fissures, swirling like an ominous fog. A chilling, unnatural sensation crawled over his skin as he watched the smoke grow denser, larger—until it blotted the area with its grotesque mass. Was there really a face within? There was. Several. The twisted, contorted visages reflected within the ghostly cloud, their silent screams distorted by the endless suffering. Dread seized Frans’s heart, and his body froze in place. Dame Aylin was preparing to strike when a tidal wave of necromantic magic suddenly engulfed the room. For a moment, she wondered what new horrors Myrkul had unleashed. Yet a quick glance told her it was far worse—an incorporeal mass of tormented souls, ravenous with vengeance, seeking sweet revenge for their endless suffering. Centuries had passed since she last faced a caller in darkness. And yet, it remained just as horrific. “Join! Us! Suffer! As! We! Have!” The room trembled under the deafening roar of a thousand voices, like thunderous kungs echoing through the darkness. These cries were not coming directly from the tormented spirits lost in the fog of despair, but from Aunae’s very lips—their eyes snapping open once more. Gone was their haunting magenta; now replaced by a sickly, neon green glow—an eerie, lifeless hue born of the spirits that had seized the necromancer, taking over their body in their relentless grip. “Devour! All! End! It! Now! Consume! Release! Freedom! Peace! DEATH!” That final word shattered the silence with a ferocious scream, a deafening cry of suffering—an echo of a thousand deaths bleeding into one. It tore through the necromancer’s strained vocal cords, echoing the agony of a whole forsaken town of vanquished lives. And then, as if the horns of war had been sounded, the call rang out loud and fierce, as the cloud of lost souls charged forward—raw with fury, unyielding—straight at the Apostle of death, ready to devour all within its path. Wyll had no idea what was happening. One moment he thought Aunae had died, and the next moment they’re summoning something so terrifying. He stared into their green orbs, listened to the words they spoke, the torment of others who had died at the hands of their once ruler. A low, audible growl was heard. The source? Myrkul. But this was not Myrkul. The Apostle, though taking on the visage of a god, was not one at all. Familiar faces of those who once looked up to, put all their belief in Thorm. Those would tend to their crops, meet at the well for a chat, start a family, tended to and loved the land now cursed out of selfishness, were all staring at the visage with contorted terror. Myrkul needed a plan, something to slow down the Callers coming his way. It needed to be slowed down. As he did with the warlock, Cold Embrace was once again used, but at this point, the Apostle’s concentration wasn’t where it needed to be and the spell failed to produce anything. Out of frustration, the scythe of Myrkul soared through the air and towards the Callers. It was perfectly clear that the Apostle was losing his composure. Myrkul's scythe cut through the air--right through the coming fog, deterring it none nor slowing its charge as the blade passed right through. “DIE! WITH! US!” Aunae’s voice strained to its breaking point, their screams contorted and echoing with raw intensity of the souls using them to speak. Their body was stiff, trembling in pain, red tinted tears threatening to spill from luminous, haunted eyes. The trickle of blood glistened from their left nostril. All who remained in the path of the Callers were swiftly consumed, joining the tormented ranks of the damned, disappearing into the thick cloud as if mere vapers. Nothing could halt the relentless desire of those spirits—to drag down the one being they yearned to send to hell—Katheric Thorm, the man who betrayed them all for his own kin’s salvation. Then the echoes of a thousand voices groan, the sound bittersweet. “It…is…finished…” Aunae’s lips parted one final time as they took a swallow breath, then they went silent as the fog dispersed, leaving nothing behind but the twisted, mangled corpse of the man this village had lost faith in. One final breath. Magenta eyes, once aglow with supernatural power, roll back, and the drow’s head lolls to the side. The crimson sheen of blood glistened on their amethyst skin, still dripping from their nostrils, the corner of their still parted lips, and rolling down their cheek a single scarlet tear from eyes that simply stared at nothing. “Flashy, yes. Unnecessarily elaborate? Quite. There is no denying that it did accomplish the job.” Minthara stepped over a fallen zombie on her way to investigate the necromancer, curiosity getting the better of her as she spared a glance towards where Thorm’s own body lay, unmoving and broken. Stopping beside Wyll, she turned her gaze to the other drow, quickly noting the vacant stare and lack of breathing. “Such power comes at a price not many are able to pay. Ultrinnan. Dosst aphyon orn naut tlu wun ist'a whol l'ilhar orbb wun aphyon caballin mzil ilta waelin. Nindol or'shanse orn tlu ajakkol.” (Victorious. Your death will not be in vain for the mother spider, for in death, she nourishes many of her young. This sacrifice will be remembered.) “Come, there is nothing that can be done,” Mithara added, turning on her heels to go search Thorm’s body. But before she took a step, the air grew heavy once more, sending a chill down her spine. Aunae’s stiff body suddenly jolted and spasmed, their back arching as if struck by lightning. Another twitch had their head rolling to guide their lifeless eyes to look directly up. The roar of wind, unnatural and fierce, tore through the group like a storm, howling like a tortured scream as it swiped over Mithara and right through Wyll before slamming into the necromancer’s contorted body. Then all goes still, Aunae’s body going limp once more. After a few heartsbeats, Aunae gasped loudly, sucking in a large breath. They lay there, panting and gasping for air for a moment before calming down as realization sinks in past the fog of confusion. Calming their own breathing, the still quite alive necromancer rests for a moment. “All is…as it should be.” Their voice was raspy, barely audible but still there and of a singular presence: their own. Although, their lips obeyed their command to speak, their body was not as obedient as it refused to move. The necromancer had pushed their limits too far and would have to face the consequences.
November 19, 2025 at 7:46 PM
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#tavember Dat 18: Weak (2-3)
#aunaedorrot
Later on, once they’re forced to face Thorm and Myrkul. Aunae feelt it—the spirits' usual nosiness and chatter were gone. An unsettling silence blanketed them, a sign of something wrong; the dead do not hush without cause. Their silence screams of danger, of peace withheld. Without those voices haunting their mind, Aunae perceived the world clearly—they heard the raw, pained screams of Wyll, drowning in agony. “I must not intervene but…” They whispered, torn between restraint and duty. Summoning their resolve, Aunae rose once more. An icy, unwavering calm overtakes them as they step forward, approaching Wyll—not to heal, but to stand as a barrier between him and the Apostle. “The souls here seek peace. None may pass until justice is served for their suffering. Though my heart aches to help, my body is weak, and without action, their torment will endure,” Aunae spoke softly, almost to no one. Then, their tone shifted—raising their hands to the heavens as if in prayer. “Hear my voice. Lend me your strength. If you desire release, you must claim it—through force if need be! I am your vessel, your conduit. Use me! Grant these souls salvation through me, and let eternal peace be theirs!” The air around them thickens, swirling as if caught in a violent cyclone—hair and clothes whipped wildly by the unseen storm. Aunae’s very being radiates a sickly green light, unnerving and otherworldly. Taking a deep, steadying breath, they move with newfound grace, their dance charged with raw energy—an aura unseen before now. Their movements are fluid, natural, commanding—the ground beneath warps and writhes in response, twisted limbs of decay erupting from beneath their feet. The tormented spirits who hear the call rise from their graves, eager to fight for the freedom they crave. Suddenly, the party is bolstered with eight more allies—flesh and spirit, ready for the brutal clash ahead. “Do not play tricks on me, I beg,” Aunae whispered under their breath, desperation tinging their voice—hoping, praying that the spirits will be merciful for once. When no chaotic surge of magic erupts, Aunae understands the spirits and them were on the same page. The three forgotten gods must be stopped—before it’s too late. Ceasing their dance, Aunae steps back, positioning themselves in front of Wyll once more—arms open wide, inviting chaos. Without another command, the newly risen corpses unleash a deafening, ungodly roar and charge at the remaining necromites in unison. “You are no god,” Aunae’s gaze, sharp and unwavering, fixes on Myrkul—though they know it is only an avatar of him. “Only the pale, disgraced ghost of one,” they declare, voice fierce with defiance. “You have no place among mortals. Return to your domain.” As he pushed himself up to his knees, Wyll couldn’t help admiring the beauty and powerful words of the necromancer in front of him. They had intervened, protected him in a sense, putting themselves in harm’s way. “A god, no. His very own Apostle, and by his hand,” he paused as the bony digits curled into a fist, “you will be the ones left to regret.” The skeletal head turned and gazed upon the battlefield, seeing the new comers all thanks to Aunae. “These worthless weak souls shall remain here in this tomb, an everlasting reminder of their foolishness to turn their back on the God of Death.” In the blink of an eye, the fist lashed out at Aunae and Wyll, an explosion of pain and ice cold fury setting into their bodies. The worlock pushed himself closer to Aunae now, bringing them to the ground with him. As the cold was setting in, he managed to shield them with his own body. Becoming chilled, his movements grew slower. Aunae remained standing tall and unwavering, like an ancient oak rooted deep in the earth. They refused to move, already immersed in preparing another spell with the unwavering aid of their spiritual guides. The chaotic magic, momentarily subdued, bubbled within them, twisting and yearning for release—until suddenly, they found themselves falling, their body pressed beneath a warm, living weight. A chilling wind bit into them, sharper and more relentless with each passing moment. Aunae clenched their teeth, drawing a sharp breath as searing pain blossomed deep within and spread like icy tendrils creeping through their veins. Pain was no stranger to them; it was often a familiar companion, even a comfort. But now, every ache was a jagged tool aimed to harm and snuff out life itself. Too much was at stake—too precious to succumb to that dark sorrow, that torment lurking just beyond reach. With trembling resolve, they forced their eyes open. All they could see was the warlock’s face, contorted in suffering—his bravery shining through yet again, shielding the necromancer at great cost. Anuae would carry that memory with them forever. Gentle and cautious, Aunae brushed Wyll’s cheek as if seeking to soothe him. Their whisper, fragile yet filled with desperate yearning, escaped trembling lips. “Hold fast. I need… more time.” Despite the relentless assault, the unpredictable magic swirling within the drow intensified, fueled by the spirits who gifted it. Aunae’s only hope was a brief moment—a precious heartbeat—to channel it fully, to unleash its full potential. More time. How much longer could Wyll withstand? He wasn’t sure, but this was a request he needed to carry out. It was obvious Aunae had something up their sleeve, but the cold embrace of powerful dark magic was gripping the pair. The warlock slowly nodded as the sweat on his face turned into icy crystals. Wyll steadied himself, trying to control the shivering of his body and labored breathing. He stared straight into Aunae’s eyes, studying their color. They weren’t ruby like Astarion, but they were far more beautiful. He wouldn’t tell the vampire that or else suffer at the hands of their barbaric little tiefling. Or a meltdown from the bloodsucker himself. Far more beautiful. Magenta that dazzled like the stars in a night sky. Twinkling softly but bright enough to capture his attention. Wyll hadn’t realized it, but his hand cupped their cheek as he continued losing himself their orbs. Aunae’s smile was fragile, tinged with sorrow, as the once-soft voices that haunted their mind began to swell with renewed force, swirling within like a hellish storm of tormented souls cursed to suffer for eternity. With that pain came an unimaginable power—building, fierce, threatening to explode. “Stay… stay strong,” Aunae whispered, their voice growing raspy and faint with each passing second—yet not from the cold. “No matter what comes…” Gently, their thumb brushed Wyll’s cheek before falling away, their hand feeling heavy—like a stone—hitting the ground. Magenta eyes flickered closed, surrendering to darkness. The necromancer froze completely, stiff and unmoving. “Au…Aun…Nae?” Wyll stuttered through chattering lips. Gently, due to being frozen himself, he shook their shoulder. Nothing. Meanwhile, the Apostle’s concentration was nearly broken as soulless voids that may have once held eyes, never left Dame Aylin. The cold, threatening aura of his spell upon the warlock was diminishing, until finally, it was gone. The warlock and the one he was shielding meant nothing to Myrkul any longer. The group were falling one by one, which would make it easier to deal with Aylin. With that thought in mind, he would enjoy ending her. The large skeletal blade went soaring through the air, but it failed to connect. Thorm should have had his good for nothing accomplices pluck the Dame’s wings before locking her up. But that thought had dissipated when a loud roar suddenly sounded. Myrkul turned to the source of it, seeing the necromancer’s aura visibly changing and conjuring up an absolute abomination.
November 19, 2025 at 7:46 PM
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#tavember Day 18: Weak (1-3)

With great power comes...great responsibility or whatever.

Seriously, though, Aunae's powers can be highly rewarding but at a high risk to their own health and well-being. I love rolling for their wild surges as its always so unpredictable.

#BG3 #TavQOTD #aunaedorrot💀
Weak Aunae is a strong spell caster and fighter but as previously stated, their power comes at a great cost and risk. Aside from wild magic surges that increase in frequency with continued use without proper rest, it also takes a damgerous toll on the necromancer’s overall health. If not careful, they run the risk of serious injury or death. As with other casters, there is a limit for spells per day. However, Aunae takes “levels of exhaustion” with each wild surge and has about a 3-5 time limit before it becomes deadly. There is a balance between control and chaos that they have to keep in order to ensure they’re not taken out by the spirits their magic seeps from. Unfortunately, it depends more on the spirits moods and desires, whether a surge happens and if they show mercy. On a lighter note: Aunae is weak when it comes to love making, as it is one of few self-indulging delights they allow themselves. To see the blushing hues of passionate heat upon the cheeks of their lovers, the sweat on their brow, and quiver of their lips captivates them every time without fail. With long, graceful strides, they approached a nearby control panel, devoid of understandable labels, but Aunae sensed that it might either free the captives in this room, end their suffering, or perhaps even do both, depending on the switch that was pulled. Without a tadpole of their own, it was hard to say. But hesitation was not an option. With decisive resolve, Aunae grabbed the nearest switch and pulled. A rush of air escaped, filling the room as all pods sprang open—including those that housed the new mindflayers. Immediately, Aunae is engulfed by waves of magic, churning within them as they become ever more acutely aware of everything surrounding them. It felt like plunging into an icy cold river. But instead of freezing them, the drow welcomed the shock, allowing it to ignite their next move as they stepped boldly toward the heart of the corridor where innocents tumbled from their cages, and four mindflayers emerged from their cocoons. With movements as graceful as a swan and as fluid as a gentle breeze, Aunae danced across the pulsating, fleshy floor, murmuring incantations known only to them. But what followed transformed their elegant display into a grim spectacle, as the newly awakened mindflayers screeched, their purplish flesh beginning to shrivel, moisture fleeing from their very bodies. One by one, they collapsed, mere husks of what they might have been. All but one advanced toward the drow, driven by a ravenous hunger that demanded to be sated. Aunae remained steadfast, unmoving even when another, more potent wave of magic crashed over them. Their magenta eyes flickered to a radiant neon green as the necromancer inhaled deeply, steeling themselves for what was to come. There was always a cost to tapping into such a rich well of magical energy. From the ground, the three deceased mindflayers rose, their bodies reanimated yet devoid of coherent thought or intention, left only to consume... and it was their own kin that they turned upon, dragging the last remaining youngling down and overwhelming it with ravenous hunger. Loud, grotesque slurping noises and the sickening crunch of flesh echoed as the horrific feast commenced. Aunae watched for a fleeting moment until the unnatural glow faded from their eyes. When it did, their knees trembled, betraying them and sending them crashing to the ground. Exhaustion made each breath feel like a dagger, and they recognized the dire need for a brief respite before pushing onward. All was quiet. Not in the way one might imagine, as the corridor echoed with the haunting sounds of death and flesh being torn apart. But for Aunae, this stillness felt serene and profoundly peaceful, for the voices that so often tormented them had finally silenced their wails and ramblings, as if they too had been swept away by the earlier burst of magical energy. In this rare moment, Aunae could think clearly without the oppressive buzz of their curse ringing in their ears. However, the sound of approaching footfalls broke the tranquility, and they weakly lifted their gaze, white curtains of hair cascading around their long, slender face as they watched Gale and Wyll draw near. It was certain the others would arrive shortly, as well. And they would have to confront the chaos Aunae's unpredictable magic had unleashed—a sorrowful burden but sadly unavoidable now. There was truly no predicting how that dark, twisted energy would respond, the backlash arriving without warning or rhyme. Yet, for the drow, holding it in was a perilous gamble, threatening not only their own safety but that of everyone around them. It was always wisest to release it whenever possible. Fortunately, the reanimated mindflayers seemed blissfully unaware of the newcomers, their relentless hunger fixated on their fallen kin as they savagely tore them apart, going far beyond simply devouring the brain. No morsel would go to waste here. The party could only hope this gruesome feast would satiate them enough to keep them from pursuing the living as dessert once they were finished. “Oh…gods,” Frans exclaimed, halting right behind Gale, his face contorted in disgust as he bore witness to the gruesome spectacle. “A leash is still an option,” Astarion remarked with a conspiratorial whisper from Gale’s other side, a sugestion to keep the necromancer out of trouble. Yet Minthara stood silent, observing with morbid curiosity from a few steps behind the group. Aunae paid them little mind, their magenta gaze drawn irresistibly to the horned beauty threading through the horror to reach them. Though they had seen his face before, now, free from the fog of magic and the cacophony of eldritch voices, they truly beheld him for the first time. In the dim glow of the colony, Wyll radiated an angelic allure, juxtaposed with devilish horns, and Aunae felt themselves utterly captivated by his beauty. “You alright there?” Wyll said in a low voice as he leaned in closer to Aunae. His devilish eye gazed over their form, looking for any signs of injury. Lucky, there wasn’t anything visible, but he could see the exhaustion in their being. “I must have wandered,” Aunae said softly, their voice as silky and smooth as ever, though a hint of exhaustion crept in. “You have my sincere apologies for making you seek me out.” They paused, the weight of the day's turmoil and the weeks of being denied true release crashing down on them. There remained a flicker of fight within, yet they could sense the limits of their endurance drawing near. It was a struggle to contain a caged beast finally unleashed, and now they were paying the price for that hard-won freedom. “I will be fine. A moment’s rest is all that is required.”
November 19, 2025 at 7:46 PM
captainbutterbuns.bsky.social
#tavember Day 17: Nature

Aunae is an oddity as they're both the calm and the choas in a storm. They simply go with the flow, accepting whatever fate and the spirits bring them.

#BG3 #TavQOTD #aunaedorrot💀
Nature As a younger drow, Aunae was a uptight, strict individual who was plagued by anxiety over being perfect and pleasing their mother. This was made all the more suffocating by their odd and often morbid tendencies due to their curse. It wasn’t until those chains were broken, did they allow themselves to embrace their true self. Now, Aunae presents themselves as a carefree wander with a sense of curious whimsy--albeit in the strangest of ways at times. Nothing ever seems to phase them or stress them out, even if presented with the certain doom. They simply carry on with a smile and go with the flow. Why frett about things when they already know they have no control over the outcome. C'est la vie!
November 18, 2025 at 5:05 PM
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#tavember Day 16: PDA

Aunae is not shy at all. In fact, they crave affection, both public and private.

#BG3 #TavQOTD #aunaedorrot
PDA Aunae is far from a stranger when it comes to public displays of affection. In fact, they do not shy away from it in most cases, whether it is with an established partner or someone they’ve just met. They are typically the one to initiate it, but they also enjoy it when their partner(s) reciprocate, encouraging their flirty behaviors. This is also not limited to holding hands, hugging, and kissing. In the right environment and company, Aunae has been known to take them into spicer realms and as far as their partners are comfortable going before taking it behind closed doors. Being surrounded by death and the cold embrace of spirits in limbo all the time, Aunae does crave the warm touch of someone with a beating heart. Said partners’ various reactions are a delightful bonus. “Physical touch is simply another form of connection, my dear one. Another aspect of life that cannot be ignored and can lead to realms you’ve yet to explore. Allow me to guide you to one such realm...” - Aunae Dorrot
November 17, 2025 at 6:33 PM
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#tavember Day 15: Politics

Yeah, Aunae does not bother with politics for the most part. It was a big part of their formative years but once they left the Underdark, they don't think much of it.

#BG3 #TavQOTD #aunaedorrot
Politics Growing up in the Underdark with Lolth sworn drow, politics were among the messier aspects of Aunae’s life. Bloody really. Power was the name of the game and it was important to familiarize one- self with all areas of politics about their realm, who had the most power, and what information you needed to manipulate them. This was an aspect of Aunae’s old life that they left behind when venturing out into the rest of Faerun. Politics do not lead them nor do they have the desire to waste an abdunance of time on it as their actions are led by the spirits and ensuring there is balance in the world. However, if prompted by their partner or companion they will partake in a conversation, at least to learn more from other points of views.
November 16, 2025 at 2:49 AM
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🏵️Chapter 25 is up!😈

It's getting steamy! But how hot will it get?🤔

Read here 👇
archiveofourown.org/works/631885...

#bg3 #astarion #gale #fransolo #aku #fanfic
@pugatron.bsky.social - Co-Writer / Aku
VP by @thedaffodilsbard.bsky.social / Edited by Cap
BG3 Act 1- A New Adventure Chapter 25 - An Unexpected Interruption “Allow me…To drink from your lips forever,” Gale said in a muffled voice. "Forever?" Frans panted between kisses, all nerves melting away with the heat of the moment. "No," Frans's breath was hot as he spoke low. "Eternity is far too short." He was getting lost in the moment, waxing lyrical with his skilled tongue, poetic in nature instead of deceiving. "Time itself will not quench the fires of our souls." Another kiss stoked the flames between them. "The sun and moon rise and fall, so will we, our passion starting anew with each day." Frans didn't know what spirit had overtaken him, but he was going with it, resembling more of the bard he wished to be than the rogue he actually was. "The hells and heavens cannot come between. Gods be damned." Features Gale x Frans Olo, Astarion x Aku, Halsin x Wyll x Karlach & Others <3 Now up on archive of our own
November 14, 2025 at 3:29 PM
captainbutterbuns.bsky.social
#tavember Day 14: Trade

Not everything Aunae does is centered around death and the afterlife. In fact, they can brew up a potent healing potion from time to time when they need the coin.

Yes, you can request poisons as well, but be prepared to pay handsomely for them.

#BG3 #TavQOTD #aunaedorrot
Trade Aside from spell weaving, soothsaying, and the elegant entertainment of dance, Aunae is an experienced potion brewer. This skill has come in handy when they’ve needed extra coin and their fortune-telling and performances aren’t filling their plate. Unlike their deadly arsenal of spells, they are able to brew various elixirs that will aid instead of stopping your heart. As long as they have the right ingredients and time, they are willing to craft whatever kind of enchanted concoction you may need.
November 13, 2025 at 10:34 PM
captainbutterbuns.bsky.social
#tavember Day 13: Vice / CW: Sex, Kinks, BDSM

Aunae is a freak in the sheets...

Yeah, their one true vice has to be sex and indulging in various kink play. This does not always sit well with their lovers, especially those in the past, as they can be intense.

#BG3 #TavQOTD #aunaedorrot
Vice Sex. Aunae enjoys sex with reckless abandon. Not the vanilla kind either. In a life where control is absent, Aunae thrives on being the one to take charge in the intense realm of pleasure and pain. As long as consent is given and boundaries are respected, they eagerly draw out moans and leave their mark with blood, pouring their passion into each moment. No matter how fierce the session, they make sure to carve out time for tender aftercare, cherishing the delicate balance of raw intimacy and caring connection. Not all of their past partners have accepted this part of them. Many have walked away because of it. Halsin and Karlach have been more open to it, while Wyll has had to take it slow, easing into it. Custom Head Present by Cheeks-Art / Outfit mod by copperleaves
November 13, 2025 at 3:51 PM
captainbutterbuns.bsky.social
🏵️Chapter 24 is up!😈

Astarion is having a moment and probably needs a hug...but taking a step to figure out his scars will have to do for now.

Read here 👇
archiveofourown.org/works/631885...

#bg3 #astarion #gale #fransolo #aku #fanfic
@pugatron.bsky.social - Co-Writer / Aku
BG3 Act 1- A New Adventure Chapter 24 - These Scars The camp is finally set, and the party begins to settle in, gathering strength for the journey ahead into the mysterious depths of the Underdark. Yet, the warm glow of the campfire doesn't touch Astarion's tent. The shadows in his mind are too dark, too relentless, as his scars taunt him with secrets still just out of reach, gnawing at his soul with an ache that refuses to be ignored. Features Gale x Frans Olo, Astarion x Aku, Halsin x Wyll x Karlach & Others <3 now up on archive of out own
November 12, 2025 at 5:49 PM
captainbutterbuns.bsky.social
#tavember Day 12: Sociable

Meeting and talking to people is not a problem for Aunae. They might scare said people off with their words or odd way of presenting themselves but they mean well enough. Settling down to make long-lasting friends though? Maybe not.

#BG3 #TavQOTD #aunaedorrot
Social Stranger is not a known concept to Aunae as they do not stray from meeting new people and communing with others. They enjoy learning about people, their cultures, and lives. Especially, since they do not stay in one place long and travel mostly alone, so any companionship they can find on the road is treasured. However, forming meaningful and lifelong connections is something they lack experience in as they rarely meet people more than once or twice before they move on. This paired with their odd behaviors at times can hinder their ability to actually make friends. Partnering with Wyll, Karlach, and even Halsin has taught them to hold on to people for more than one night.
November 12, 2025 at 2:45 AM
captainbutterbuns.bsky.social
#tavember Day 11: Dream

It may seem like Aunae is always dreaming due to their habit of spacing out and "absentmindedly" wandering off, but these are more visions than anything else.

#BG3 #TavQOTD #aunaedorrot
dream Aunae doesn’t dream in the traditional sense, as they do not sleep, instead mediating. These times aren’t always restful as gruesome visions of death--whether they be the past, present, or future--haunt their mind as the restless spirits rarely quiet. They have grown accustomed to these visions, choosing to use them as learning opportunities to gain insight into those around them. Daydreaming, however? Yes, it is commonplace for Aunae’s mind to wander during waking hours. These are usually influenced by their curiosity and desire to know the hows and whys of life, past and future. Zoning in these moments can lead to them physically wandering off and getting lost, which is something the party quickly finds out, all to their dismay and annoyance. “A Dream? No, dear one. My future is set and I’ve room to indulge in my desires. But a dream does not suit me, for I know where it ends. Knowing the conclusion spoils the tale, yes.” - Aunae Dorrot
November 11, 2025 at 4:40 PM
captainbutterbuns.bsky.social
#tavember Day 10: Fighting Style

Aunae's fighting style is as free and flowing as their personality, but can be dangerous if not tamed.

#BG3 #TavQOTD #aunaedorrot
Fighting Style Aunae is a nerodancer, a class that can be compared to a mash-up of a bard and a sorcerer. They specialize in Necromancy magic, rituals, and history. The power for their spell casting is gifted through lost souls and wandering spirits, which can be extremely unpredictable as the magic can bounce back, causing wild magic surges depending on the spirits’ moods. All wild magic surges are nercomancy-based and can either hinder or aid those affected by them. The higher the level the spell is, the greater the chance for a wild surge. This also depends on Aunae’s exhaustion levels, which in turn are depleted further with every surge. If they go too far, the outcome could be fatal. Aunae’s movements are elegant, their casting resembling more of a dance and song than anything else. Due to this, they have been known to “spar” with their partners during passionate moments of movement and theatrical expressions.
November 10, 2025 at 5:02 PM
captainbutterbuns.bsky.social
🏵️Chapter 23 is up!😈

You would think it's the dangers of the Underdark that try our party, but Jevan is proving to be his own kind of challenge.

Read here 👇
archiveofourown.org/works/631885...

#bg3 #astarion #gale #fransolo #aku #fanfic
@pugatron.bsky.social - Co-Writer / Aku
BG3 Act 1- A New Adventure Chapter 23 - The Underdark The Party plunges fearlessly into the abyss… straight into the heart of the Underdark, where they’re confronted with far more than they ever bargained for. Thankfully, they have an experienced drow guiding their way—someone who knows this darkness better than anyone. Right? Jevan might be mighty in strength and resilience, but when it comes to social finesse, he’s noticeably lacking, and it's not sitting right with the others. Features Gale x Frans Olo, Astarion x Aku, Halsin x Wyll x Karlach & Others <3 now up on archive of out own
November 10, 2025 at 3:52 PM
captainbutterbuns.bsky.social
#tavember Day 9:Treat

Although Anuae enjoys life as it is, they don't typically consider most things they have as a treat or indulgence. Pleasant company and a calm mind are things they find the most comforting and enjoyable.

#BG3 #TavQOTD #aunaedorrot
treat Jewels, gold, and trinkets are nice, but they become too cumbersome to carry around during their travels. Aunae wears what they have collected through their adventures so far, most items having come from grateful individuals whose loved ones and lost souls were guided to the afterlife by the drow. These are mostly reminders of such moments. Food is another thing that is not usually viewed as a treat to Aunae, as they mostly use it as nourishment anymore and find no joy in it unless shared with pleasant company--a treat that is few and far between for them as they mostly travel alone. What really brings Aunae peace and happiness would be to have all the voices in their head quiet. This rarely happens, except at times when their body and mind are at the point of extreme and dangerous exhaustion, typically due to overexterting their magic and allowing the wildness of it to flow for an unhealthy period of time. Being at the brink of death is what brings them the most joy and comfort, as they can finally hear their own thoughts clearly.
November 9, 2025 at 9:29 PM