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rcehb-art · 3 months
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“Change”
I am so much more than what you made me. — Astarion
Long post in coming…
Initially started this with the feeling of spite because some fools on Twitter said he can’t be romantic and proceeded to dog pile on someone’s harmless headcanon of Astarion giving Tav a bouquet, saying that it’s better suited for Wyll.
But along the way, I started processing my own feelings and why I fell for Astarion in the first place. He was relatable for me as a survivor and as such, it’s incredibly limiting to be labeled as “you can’t be this or that”. We are capable of being romantic. We can also be mean and sarcastic and sassy. But we are all also capable of growth and change.
And Wyll is a fantastic character. If Astarion gives you a bouquet, Wyll Ravengard will take you to a field of flowers on top of a hill while serenading you. There’s no need to pit them against each other by shoving one trait to another. It’s not an erasure of Wyll’s charms and personality and neither is it racist (bc they’re accusing others of putting a black guy’s trait to a white guy like,,, that’s too much of a reach but ok)
And the real Wyll Ravengard wouldn’t even hesitate to help Astarion buy a bouquet for Tav. He’d be so excited and he’d give tips and tricks to Astarion about setting up romantic dates. He’s just that much of a nice guy and I’d love to see more of their friendship.
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banal-nadas · 8 months
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free
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m1sseveryth1ng · 8 months
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It’s him
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hadesdirge · 2 months
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It’s been awhile so have some little Batstarion wiggles
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darkurgediaries · 2 months
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We had a little photoshoot today ✨
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darkblueart · 28 days
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Astarion 🧛🏻♥️
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astarions-wife · 4 months
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So with the help of Twitter I discovered that if you kill one of the vampire spawn immediately before opening Cazador’s coffin to kill him, you get a wide variety of new dialogue.
Option 1, He’ll be Free, and that’s all that matters:
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Option 2, He’ll be a hero: the most intense btw, considering he is a hero in the non romanced, spawn ending. Also this one does a slow pan from Cazador to Astarion which is???
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Option 3, He’ll be Mine. And I’ll be his: INSANE romanced dialogue. Hit my heart.
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Option 4, Hells, just kill him already!: Doesn’t have much to offer. Astarion Just says “fine” kind of annoyed, and kills him.
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Y’all I’m going wild. This has undone me. I have so many thoughts.
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astariontopofme · 7 months
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Tav: We need someone small to crawl through that gap in the cave.
Everyone: *looks at Astarion*
Astarion: Oh suuuure. As if two hundred years of slavery weren’t enough, I must squeeze myself into a hole for the likes of you people… *crosses his arms in a huff*
Tav: *feeling guilty* I’ll do it.
Astarion: *rolling his eyes* No. I will do it. You just stand there and look pretty.
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mooshywrites · 2 months
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Bloodied Stars ~ Chapter list
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Masterlist
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“Don’t lie and tell me you could fall in love with a monster.”
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Ascended Astarion x Reader
Summary - After a more than unfortunate date, you find yourself lured into the den of a Vampire. In a stroke of luck, you have something more to offer Astarion than just blood, ending in a night where he’s all yours. When you awake, a nagging feeling tells you that something in your life has completely changed. Will this push you back into the Pale Elf’s life? More importantly, what will he do about those working behind the scenes to keep you two from ever falling into each others arms again?
Warnings - Kidnapping, drugging, biting, blood, heavy feelings, angst, “enemies” to lovers, smut, pregnancy, typical asshole ascended astarion behavior, cliffhangers, murder, death (This takes place after the events in BG3, the ‘reader’ (you) is not Tav. Just a Baldur’s Gate resident)
~ A/N - I have big plans for this one. Perhaps not well edited plans. But big ones
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Reccomended Listening - Spotify Playlist
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~ Part 1 - To be Loved
~ Part 2 - Atop the Cobblestone Floor
~ Part 3 - Red and Gold Stitching
~ Part 4 - Velvet Hairpins and Plush Pillows
~ Part 5 - Crimson Warning
~ Part 6 - Pomegranates and Poison
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was thinking about astarion from baldur’s gate 3 and yk who this mf look like???
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bartok the bat from anastasia. same mf personality and vibe too. cheeky shady dubious little man.
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TELL ME THIS ISNT LITERALLY YALLS MAN.
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rcehb-art · 3 months
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“But I’ll be there for you
As the world falls down.”
- David Bowie
Labyrinth!AU for Astarion and my tav Urania. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!
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banal-nadas · 6 months
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That lil annoyed nose scrunch
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vibingandsimping · 6 months
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hi there~
Thank you so much for writing my request, I loved it! I don't want to be a bother, but would you mind perhaps writing how Astarion would feel or react to her in awe over the clothing he has made for her? Being that she's poor, she has never seen or touched such rich fabrics before. Perhaps his reaction to her trying them on and being so shy and awestruck by them and his thoughtfulness? I love the idea of an all powerful, evil astarion going all soft for that one specific person. Like the big bad wolf willing to ready to maul anyone before ehim but that one specific little bunny that's just too sweet he wants to protect it at all costs. And the little bunny who knows all too well just how dangerous that wolf is, but believes he will never hurt her and feels so safe with him. It just makes my dumb little heart melt.
If not it's totally okay! I appreciate you even taking the time to answer my first request!
For those reading my posts lately and sending in asks… it may be a few days before I get to them. During my hiatus I received a decent number of asks and am now finally getting around to them. :)
The comment of the wolf and rabbit reminds me of a story. Anyone remember that youtube animation titled “Dear Rabbit”?
The silks lined your skin like a glove. Each seam pressed perfectly and every lace finely crafted. The colors rich and potent with a slight shimmer. The neckline dipping down your chest to expose your neck in it’s entirety. He must’ve spent thousands on this dress alone. The thought made you curl into yourself. Thousands on a dress is absurd. Such money is unfathomable to you. You’re so used to scavenging scraps of copper and silver to get by. You’re not sure whether to be upset or flattered from his spoils. You flatten your hands along the sides of your form. The dress hugs you perfectly and annunciates the curves you do have as well as creating an illusion of more. You do have to give it to him- he has an eye for the humanoid form and fashion. His halls and servants only reflected a sense of elegancy. You stare at the mirror for a few moments more. Taking in the sight and resisting the urge to claw it off. Feeling that you’re almost unworthy of such finery. You closed your eyes with an audible sigh. Running a hand along your head.
When you reopened them you nearly jumped out of your skin. Screaming when you spotted the pale man standing before you. He only takes amusement in your terror and circles his arms around your waist. Astarion presses his face against the side of your head and plants a kiss on your ear. He apologizes softly, almost strained, before eyeing you through the mirror. His hands explore the expanse of your dress and you sit like still prey. His eyes nearly glowing in content with your obedience and how delicious you looked in the fabrics. “Mm, every coin well spent. My dear, you’ve never looked better.” You weren’t sure if that was an insult to your previous poverty or a compliment to how dolled up you were. Either way, you still blushed from the intensity of his stare and voice. His lips connect with your neck and tease the skin with his fangs. It was brief but enough to trickle the icy feeling into you. Shivering as he finally pulls away. “You should get used to this, darling. You will only be wearing the best from now on. Forget the rags you wore before.” He hums and combs his hair with his fingers. You were puzzled on why he didn’t turn you like his other spawn yet. Was it for amusement? Or perhaps he thought you too precious to corrupt in such a way?
Either way, you knew he expected perfection when you arrived at dinner. He had some announcement to make to his palace. The contents of which unknown. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease at that fact. In your time there he’d never hurt you. In fact, he’d gone out of his way to ensure anyone who threatened you was punished. You were almost like a trophy to him. One to polish and flaunt to those around. It was strange to have to adjust from your previous life. All you knew is that you were too far in the wolf’s jaws to escape now.
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lady-ashfade · 8 months
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4 HOURS? maybe because I was taking my sweet time but it took me 10 TO SLEEP WITH HIM!!!
I’ve been looking up ways to make him like me, but the one that really helps is a video I found on YouTube.
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If you start a with a new character you’ll be just fine! I just really wanted to be it as fast as possible to see the cute scenes. Don’t judge me.
Spoils ahead but pretty but everything in the video is at the starting area so like, not even passed act 1💜
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megvmins · 8 months
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what must a girl do to get her own vampire spawn/high elf to call her “treasure”, “love” and “darling” 😩
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foolish-spectre · 4 months
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The Price of Freedom
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Pairing: Astarion x Gender-Neutral Tav/Reader (Primary Focus is on Astarion)
Content Warnings: Murder and Canon-Typical Violence, Allusions to Physical, Emotional, and Verbal Abuse, Mental Breakdowns, Gore?, Massive Spoilers for the Pale Elf Quest in Baldur’s Gate 3, Heavy Angst
Word Count: 835
Characters: Astarion Ancunin (primarily), Cazador Szarr, Tav/Reader, brief mention of Astarion’s siblings
A/N: So I wrote this on a 14 hour plane ride, basically I wrote this in the last hour since my brain was mush for the other 13, I wanted to explore his side of things hence why it’s in second person, and I’m going to give a hot take, I’m glad you can’t hug Astarion after he kills Cazador, not because he doesn’t deserve it of course not, but because I don’t think he would like to be touched after such a painful but cathartic moment, he hates being touched, especially in a moment like this, there’s a time and a place for hugging in Astarion’s mind and in my opinion, this scene ain’t it, KEEP IN MIND I ALSO WANTED TO HUG ASTARION AFTER THIS SCENE SO I DONT BLAME ANYONE, but personally Astarion doesn’t want to be hugged rn, another thing I noticed is how Astarion is always drawn to your hands, it’s always the hands, I want to explore more of that in a separate fic or headcanons but yeah
Your grip upon your master’s knife tightened as you stared down at your “Father.” He likened his sired spawn to be family, and you were ready to give him all his owed dues as the eldest child.
It was funny to see him on his knees after so many years of shoving you beneath his feet. A wicked grin slithered onto your face as you yanked his long black hair aside to bare his neck.
The knife felt so light in your hand, how strange. One last thrust and it would be all over. One last thrust with the same knife that your pathetic master carved that damn infernal script into your back. It tethered your fate to him and now it would finally set you free. He would never hurt you again.
The first plunge felt cathartic yet it wasn’t enough, it would never be enough. You started with his neck since it was his bite that doomed you. Then you thrust the blade repeatedly into his heart and ribs, he oh so loved to play with yours and even threatened to rip your’s out so you could see how pathetic it was. Just the thought of it made you dig deeper into his rib cage.
After the frenzied attack upon your master’s chest, you thrust the dagger upwards into his stomach. He was never satisfied with your hunts, always demanding more and more. Even wanting to consume you, practically making you believe that’s all you were. But you weren’t, you would never be-!
Just as you were about to violently flip him over and plunge into his back, you finally looked at his face. The sadistic smirk was wiped off replaced only with fear and disbelief, his sickening voice silenced, his eyes devoid of disgust… you were left with nothing.
Cazador Szarr was dead.
As the adrenaline wore off and you realized that your tormentor was finally dead, you slumped to your knees, dagger falling from your grip.
He was finally gone. He would never be able to hurt you again. And yet…
Why do the scars on your back feel fresh? Why did fear seep into your very bones? Why did you feel so miserable-
As sobs wracked your tired body, your siblings and friends surrounded you, unsure of what to do. Your lover approached you cautiously, not because they were afraid of you but because-
You didn’t really know and even though you’ve spent months together, you were still trying to get a hang of things.
They held out your arms to embrace you and in return you gave them a flinch. You hated the look they had on their face when you did, but… it feels so tainted, so fresh, so…
You hated it, you needed to get out of here, you needed to be in the sun again, you needed… you needed to feel alive again.
You stared down at your master’s corpse and held his staff for the first and last time. The rest was a blur.
Right now you were finally exiting this damn house, you would never have to see it again. You would finally be free, from this prison, from the people who tormented you, and from the crypt that reduced you to nothing but a feral animal.
As your weary feet got closer to closer to the entrance of Cazador’s palace, a part of you wanted to look back. To look back at your master’s dead body to make sure he was dead, gone for good.
… Why did you still think of him as your master, even when he’s gone? He was your master no longer, he would never have to control you again. You’re free of him.
Cazador means nothing to you now and you’ll make sure of that.
As you tried to shake your mind off of this, you walked side by side with your companions and lover. You stared at their face, even now they looked so beautiful.
Sure you didn’t care for them at first, but they were still with you… after all this. It would’ve been so easy to leave him behind for Cazador to consume him but they didn’t. They stayed and fought tooth and nail to save you, to help you achieve freedom.
You didn’t realize that you reached out for their hand until they looked at you, surprised. You were about to pull away until they gave you a gentle squeeze back.
Even though you were empty, even though you felt like the world had ended after all this… it felt reassuring. In a sense, your whole world did end. All those centuries of torment and the master that owned you was finally put to rest. All of it was in the past. Your lover’s hand reminded you that you did the right thing. That… you weren’t tied down to Cazador anymore.
You were finally free. And you didn’t want to lose this, you wouldn’t trade power for the one person who truly cared about you.
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