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day-drawn-blog · 4 months

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Why is this true

girls be like "he's so babygirl" and it's the darkest, most brooding, melancholic, tortured man you've ever laid eyes on

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day-drawn-blog · 5 months

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low key very obsessed with sex-adverse Astarion. like he's The Thirst Companion. The fucking Only Fangs joke. All the smut fan content. And then it does a total 180 and he's like "actually my sexual identity was weaponized against me and i was forced to use it to lead hundreds of people to their deaths". It's just such a compelling and interesting twist on his character. I love it.

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day-drawn-blog · 5 months

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I desperately needed a moodboard of Astarion looking at you like this:

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day-drawn-blog · 5 months

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“men dont like that. its such a turn off” good . turn off . where is ur off button . shut up . please stop making noise

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day-drawn-blog · 5 months

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i'm SO laid back, i only care about like 3 things in the world:

my favorite fictional characters and music

every person on this earth and their opinion of me

the crushing psychological weight of being alive

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day-drawn-blog · 5 months

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In blood. Again. (And always.)

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day-drawn-blog · 5 months

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Prompt 2 and 106:

"Wait, are you jealous?" and "I'm going to fuck you until you forget that asshole's name" Imagining a scenario where Astarion gets jealous after you get propositioned by the drow twins and/or Halsin and while you are intrigued, you turn it down for him (but he doesn't know that) and he throws a (very sexy) fit about it XD

Forget his name

Pairing: Astarion x Female Tav

Synopsis: Tav runs into her ex. Astarion puffs his chest.

Warnings: explicit content, 18+ only. Allusions to a slightly shitty ex bf, references to sex.

A/n: I've seen a lot of people's take on Halsin and the drow twins, so I went in a slightly different direction :)

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It's him alright. Shirt buttoned to his chin and long legs crossed at the knee because they wont fit under the table. He's laughing at something, facing out into the crowded tavern, and barely misses her watching.

Tav stops breathing, makes to turn in the opposite direction as quickly as possible and runs into a quizzical look.

"Who are we avoiding, darling?"

Ruby eyes always alert. Tav groans, nothing is ever simple.

"Just an academic I used to know." She catches his hand, cool to the touch. "Let's go."

Astarion studies her face for a moment and frowns, tilting his head ever so slightly.

"This matters, doesnt it?"

Gods damned rogue. The concern on his face might have squeezed her heart if she wasnt so annoyed with him.

"Yes, alright? We were...lovers once."

His face hardens immediately, vermillion gaze sliding lazily over her shoulder. She knows that look.

She yanks his hand, knowing his other is already caressing one of the many daggers on his person.

"No, you may not stab him." She hisses, her neck prickling with anxiety. "Now can we please get the fuck out of here?"

"I thought that was you." A deep voice calls from somewhere behind. Her eyes squeeze closed for a moment before she turns.

"Oh hello, Shiu." Something inside her fades a little at his smile.

Then a familiar body presses lightly against her back, cool fingers squeezing hers, and she becomes solid again. Her hand squeezes back.

Shiu looks her over through the lenses of his spectacles, dark eyes flickering to the man behind her. "Still running around the wilderness?"

And there it is.

He was never unkind, not really; just utterly convinced that the only wisdom worth knowing was found in books and universities.

Tav forces a polite smile, wanting to get the interaction over with. "Something like that."

"Darling, I would hardly call saving the Storm Coast from an illithid overlord running around the wilderness."

A stranger may have only heard casual arrogance in his lilting voice, but Tav heard the pride nestled amongst it. It sends a wash of pleasure through her.

Astarion tugs her more flush to his body, and she settles against his cool solidness.

Shiu shifts his feet. "Uh, I don't believe we've met." He extends his hand. "Shiu Tuey, of Candlekeep Scholars."

"Who?" Astarion replies airily, making it plain he doesnt care for an answer, and turns Tav in his arms.

"I'm bored, sweet thing." His voice is petulant, but his face is trained on her. Its a game they've played before, and she knows he will abide by her decision. "Shall we leave?"

It takes rather a large amount of self control not to kiss him, right there in front of everyone. She settles for a hand on his cheek, hoping he senses it anyway.

"Its been lovely to see you again, Shiu." She's still watching Astarion, distracted by the soft sweep of his thumbs on her back.

"Uh, yes." Shiu clears his throat, and she finally turns around, cheeks a little heated. "You too."

As the scholar walks away, Astarion withdraws back into his own space. Tav rolls her eyes, looking back over her shoulder for the smirk she's sure is plastered on his face.

Instead, she sees the indifferent, perfect mask slip into something darker. Jaw clenched, watching the other man walk back to his seat...he's angry.

"Are you jealous?" She frowns, certain it was obvious how little she enjoyed the interaction.

His mouth purses, hand flexing over the dagger at his waist and resting it there. Vermillion eyes lock on to hers. "He hurt you. Let me make him bleed."

The intensity in his voice takes her aback for a moment. Did he mean just now or-

She studies the fury in his pale face and realises he knows her far too well. Knows the old wounds that one condescending comment split open, if only for a moment. Her heart aches in a different way to see him love her so openly.

It's featherlight, the way she presses her lips to his. They both keep their eyes open, unwilling to look away. Between their shared breaths, something else grows.

Astarion's gaze darkens, reaching to clasp her chin between his thumb and forefinger gently. Her breath catches.

"We're leaving." His thumb brushes down to her pulse point, soft as wings, as he leans toward her ear.

"And then I'm going to fuck you. Until you forget that bastard's name."

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day-drawn-blog · 5 months

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How about prompt #3 “I almost lost you.” where Astarion gets hurt and Reader is so worried about him as they tend to his injuries? Thank you! :)

Lose You

Pairing: Astarion x female Tav

Synopsis: Astarion goes down in a fight, Tav tries to cope.

Warnings: 18+ only, MDNI. Angstttt, description of blood and injury, reference to C*zador. Happy ending obv

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It's not like Tav can always see him during a fight. The vampire loves sticking to the shadows, sliding around the very edges of everyone's vision until he strikes. Silent and deadly.

It sends a bolt of electricity through her body every time. His beautiful, angular face lit up with adrenaline, the gorgeous contrast of pale skin, and shiny rivulets of sweat and blood. So much blood.

Ruby red eyes are always scanning for her too, locking on hers from across whatever terrible place they've found themselves in this time. Her heart thumps in her chest with some unnamable emotion when he smirks and wipes the blade on his thigh.

This time, though, he stumbles.

His smooth face screws up in confusion, falling to his knee and then the ground with the blade still in his fist.

Time slows, the space between them thick as molasses as she runs for him, his bright hair visible from across the fetid dungeon. Why is she so gods-damned slow?

By some miracle, she's unscathed when she skids to a stop beside his prone body, knees jarring when she drops to the ground. He's shuddering, only the whites of his eyes showing where the pupils have rolled back.

"Astarion!" Her hands shake as she tries to keep his head from thrashing against the hard ground. His fangs must have pierced the soft flesh of his mouth, a thin rivulet of dark blood marking both sides of his chin. She chokes back a sob.

Long hands appear, travelling the length of his shuddering body. Confident and thorough, scanning for where he hurts. Shadowheart.

A strong hand grips Tav's shoulder. Karlach. "He'll be alright, you know." Her voice is full of warmth. "There's no way he'd go out like this."

A bright flash of blue draws both their focus, the cleric's sure hands pressed over the right side of his torso. "He's been poisoned." Shadowheart says bluntly, "we need Gale."

He's stopped shaking, but Tav still cradles his head in her lap. She can't take her eyes away from how slack his face is. She's never seen him this still. Even in sleep, he's animated, furrowing his brows and clutching her into his chest.

This, well, it's like he's left his body behind.

Shadowheart's clipped voice snaps her out of it. "Can you get him to camp?"

Karlach nods gravely, mighty arms scooping under his limp body. "Come on Fangs," she murmurs.

Tav's arms are empty.

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"How in the hells did a bunch of mercenaries manage to get Crawler Mucus?" Gale mutters, crushing mugwort with an enormous pestle. "Whatever happened to a good old hack and slash, I say."

Tav's barely listening, kneeling beside Astarion with their fingers interlaced. The shocking cold of his skin against hers is frightening enough that the public gesture of affection doesn't register.

It had been surprising to learn how private Astarion was about their relationship.

"This thing, whatever it is -" he'd said one night, combing her hair through his fingers, "- it's just for us." Then his eyes had met hers, more serious than she'd ever seen him, "I don't want to share."

To think of that night now slices straight to the meat of her, so she looks at the wizard instead. Watches him pour from this vial, and that, still muttering all the while.

After some time, he turns, a bowl and vial in his hands.

"This -" He lifts the bowl,"- is for the wound. I figured you'd want to handle that after I get this -" he gestures to the vial, "- down his throat. If he doesn't make a meal of me first."

In the end, it takes Karlach holding the vampire down before Gale will even approach him. The wizard frowns in concentration as the clear liquid is trickled slowly into Astarion's mouth. Tav watches his chest like a hawk for that rhythmic rise and fall, which means he's still in there.

"Well, that's it then. All that can be done is dress the wound and wait for him to wake up." Gale pats Tav's shoulder and leaves, seeking his own rest along with the rest of their companions.

The night is suspiciously quiet, holding its breath alongside her. A single lantern in the corner of the tent casts long shadows over Astarion's body as she removes his armour, revealing the mottled skin underneath.

He was used to pain, he'd told her.

"It barely registers, darling, don't fuss."

Slowly, over months, she'd found out the truth of it. His life under Cazador. It made her insides churn with a mixture of fury (soon to be unleashed on the so called "lord") and a desperate need to show her lover that he was worth more than a life of constant hurt.

Tonight, she hopes that tenderness flows from her fingers into his skin. She warms the water and adds a few drops of his bergamot oil before she washes away the terrible memory of today. If her tears mix with the clean water, no one is there to bear witness.

Words begin to flow after that.

"You have to wake up, I can't mend your shirt nearly as finely as you can."

"I know, I know. Your hair doesn't look right. I tried, OK?"

"Please don't go. I can't bear it."

The last part is whispered against his thigh, her forehead resting against the clean sleep pants she'd tugged onto his cold body.

She was not dressing a corpse. She reminded herself over and over. This was Astarion. He was vain and quick and funny and devastating and so very very intwined in her heart. He couldn't be gone.

A soft grunt breaks the silence.

Tav bolts upright, his scrunched up face the most gorgeous thing she's ever seen.

One ruby eye cracks open. "Please tell me you didn't let Gale touch me."

Tav throws herself across his chest, ignoring his muffled cry of pain. "You stupid stupid vampire. I almost lost you. You're never leaving camp again."

Astarion smirks weakly, inhaling the scent of her hair. "If you'd like to wait on me until the end of my days, then so be it, love."

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day-drawn-blog · 5 months

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thinking about that one grymforge boss fight

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day-drawn-blog · 5 months

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For anyone worried about missing anything in BG3 or replaying the game and wanting to find something they missed there’s a ton of checklists available online and I’m just gonna post the ones I’ve been using for all the acts in case anybody else wants to reference them!

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day-drawn-blog · 6 months

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