#i want to know what they put into astarion

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

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*gasp* 2 uploads in 1 day?

Summary: The burden of leadership weighs you down but Astarion helps you shoulder it

Astarion knows what an empty smile looks like. After two centuries of putting one on, he can tell at a glance whether a smile is genuine or empty, and the smile you’re currently giving Karlach is anything but genuine.

He watches as you sort through today’s haul with unfocused eyes, you may be here physically but mentally you’re far far away, an image Astarion has seen in himself many times over. He can’t help but worry, he’s never seen you like this, and as the leader, if you weren’t in the right state of mind, well disaster was sure to follow.

But how is he to approach you? You’ve been keeping to yourself, only talking when spoken to with a tension in your voice that wasn’t there before. Poking one’s nose in areas where it didn’t belong is your thing, not his, and he’s afraid of ruining the relationship the both of you share. He clings onto that relationship like his life depends on it because to a certain extent it does, but also because it’s one of the few things he can call his own and he doesn’t want to lose it.

You head into your tent, the flap swallowing you whole but he remains where he is, hesitation preventing him from following you in. He fights with himself about whether he should enter, he knows he’s welcomed in your tent but he doesn’t want to intrude, so he lingers outside, pretending to busy himself with a book when he’s really listening in to your tent.

He keeps his concerns to himself when you don’t invite him into your tent for the night like you would usually do and heads to the woods to hunt, hoping that the chase will be enough to distract him from his worries but with each step he takes, all he can think about is the tired empty look in your eyes.

After taking far longer than usual to finish up his hunt, he heads back to his tent, ready to turn in for what remains of the night when he hears sniffles. Usually, he wouldn’t concern himself with such things but it’s different when it comes from your tent. He cautiously makes his way over, quietly hiding outside your tent as he debates whether to enter it or not until Karlach comes out of nowhere and gives him a little shove.

“Go on in, Fangs. You’re the only one whom they’ll listen to.” The Tiefling flashes him a grin before heading back to her own tent. Astarion watches her go, and then turns his gaze back to your tent where the sniffles have stopped, takes a deep breath and heads inside.

“May I come in, my dear?” He asks, lifting the tent flap.

“You’re supposed to say that when outside the tent not inside,” you sniff.

He can see your bloodshot eyes even as you try to avert your gaze, see the mess that your tent is in because you haven’t been tidying things up and makes his way over to you, sitting right by your side.

He doesn’t say a word, he’s not sure how’d you react to the practiced words he can so easily spout without a second thought and so he simply sits there, letting you know that he’s right next to you should you need anything. His gaze searches you for a hint of what else he can do and he holds out his arms so that you can fall into them. He curls around you, running his fingers through your hair like you do for him whenever he’s feeling down and feels you lean into him.

Silent tears stream down your cheeks, staining his clothes but he continues to wrap you in his embrace, patiently waiting for you to be ready to open up.

“It’s too much,” you whisper after a while.

“What is?” He murmurs, continuing to stroke your hair.

“Everything. This whole tadpole thing, this whole leading thing. I’m not suited to be the leader, all I’ve done is get everyone into terrible situations and everyone but me pays the price.” You begin to sob, the weight of it all crashing down on you. “Why am I even the leader? Is this all a mistake? Am I a mistake?”

“It’s not.” He says with such firmness it catches you off guard. He glares at you, red eyes glowing furiously. “It is not a mistake. You are not a mistake. Do not ever say that about yourself!”

He holds you tightly, burying his face into your hair. “You are the reason Cazador can’t control me anymore, you’re the reason I can figure out how to love again, you’re the reason why I don’t stare at my body in disgust and hatred anymore. Without you…I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’re my everything,” he whispers. “My everything. I want you to see that, to realise how important you are. You’re the only thing keeping this bunch of weirdos together, no one else can do that.”

You feel the dam break and tears start flooding out. You cry, wail, let it all out as he hugs you, clinging onto you. He feels his own undead heart ache at the sound of your cries and wishes he could fight your inner demons for you. Alas, just like how he has to fight his own inner demons off, you have to do the same thing too, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be there for you. After all, you are always there for him when they come, and you’re the one he chose to be his lover. He swore to protect you the day you confessed your feelings for him, and he will uphold that promise, no matter what.

He feels your nails dig into his flesh and winces slightly when they dig a little too deep, but it’s a small price to pay for your comfort.

“When the demons come knocking, remember that I will always be there for you. I will fight with you, protect you because I need and love you.” He’s never felt so vulnerable, his walls brought all the way down with this confession of his but he knows you won’t hurt him.

You bury your tear stained face in his chest, tired from all the crying but feeling lighter because of it. You feel his hand rubbing circles on your back, a comforting motion and your eyes begin to close, your body worn out from the day’s events.

“I need and love you too,” you mumble as exhaustion takes hold, your doubts and worries banished for another day. “Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion bg3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion romance #astarion x durge #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion ancunin #tavstarion #durgestarion #astarion

[lagncx]

Dadastarion x reader because I’m working on so much fanfics and a horror/ thrill story and school and I’m losing my- sorry

  “COME DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!” You fell out of bed, your husband's voice shaking the whole house, a groan escaped your lips as you took your last few hops off the stairs. “What is it love?” You hummed looking at your husband who was facing your son with his hands on his hips “Your son here is disobeying the rules again” he scoffed “Honestly I don’t know how much I can take before I pop your head off.” He sighed, his body relaxed when he felt your arm around his waist and a warm kiss on his cheek “What did he do today?” You smiled 

    Astarion pushed you off him, glaring at you “Sorry..” you hummed. “Your son went out without asking, again!” he huffed “Oh yeah? Where'd he run off to this time?” you raised a brow at your son who was entering his teen era so this was well expected but since everything astarion has been so worried about your son's safety. From any monster hunters, goblins, or any other enemies from the past. “Just the festival Mother, the people are getting ready for it today and my friends were going so I joined but I stayed in the shade Mom just like Dad ordered me to.” Oh so much like his father the sarcastic tone and his sneak at his father which Astarion catches on quickly his nose flaring “Well he only does that because he loves you dumplings. It’s for” Before you finished your son sat down in the chair looking out through one of the windows. 

“My safety I know I know.” You chuckled “Then you know to behave and follow rules.” Astarion only scoffed and walked to the kitchen. You could feel he wanted to say something to you so you followed your instincts toward your dear partner. “What is it, baby?” You said picking some lint off of his shirt and laying your head on his shoulder as he covered whatever he had to put in the oven, shooing you away to back up. “I hate when you do that.” He said, closing the furnace and leaning against the counter looking at you, “Do what?” You laughed genuinely lost “Make me the bad guy.” He rubbed his forehead, his lip creased as he frowned “I try to get along with him but he likes you more, you're easygoing. But he doesn’t know what I do, the things we’ve gone through and I’ll die if anything happens to him the way my heart tightens. I'm scared one of the days he goes out he’s gonna be a pile of ash…gods forbid someone take him and I can’t protect him like Cazador, Kidnapping me I-'' his throat catches, tightens but you pull him towards you into your embrace you held him tightly “shh baby. It’s okay, it's been a long day. I can take care of the food for now.” You kissed his hair and led him to the stairs watching him go up you turned towards the chair your son sulking his head in his hand leaning against his hand “It's not fair” he whispered to you his father out of earshot “Not fair I had to be cursed because I'm his blood.” you leaned against the hall frame “Now I have to deal with this weird hunger and have to worry about blowing up if I even enjoy the warm sun?” you laughed “That won't happen, you got that from me.” you shrugged “But it's not your father's fault, he didn't ask for this. To be what he is.” you sat on the chair arm next to

You looked down at your son seeing the way his face changed from annoyance to fear when he saw the cold look in your eye the look paralyzed him. “You will respect your father's wishes however and you won't talk back to him. He's been through so much and you are one of the only people he has and I won't tolerate you talking down on someone you haven't given a chance to Learn about. Especially not your father.” you got up and left your son in the room alone entering the kitchen, were you too hard on him? Well, at least Astarion wouldn't be the only bad guy now. 

   ——-

You walked into your home the curtains of course closed so your eyes took time to adjust to the darkness “I'm home!” you yelled and there was silence…Awesome the house all to yourself?! Freedom to be a slob? To be lazy?! To sit and do nothing?!!?? The gods have blessed you finally. You kicked off your shoes before stepping on the wood panel floor and the velvet wool carpet in the living room. Why did you do that? you thought. 

Damn you house husband!! 

“You filthy animal! Have you no manners remove those shoes before you even think of walking into this room!” 

You sighed too late to disrespect his rules you just sat down pulling a book from the shelf next to you putting something to mark where in the shelf you pulled it from since your husband insisted on it being alphabetical so you could know where recipes for drow poison were instead of pulling out millions of books nowhere near poison or anything you needed leaving a mess. You started to read the novel and enjoyed your time alone. 

  Ten chapters in, You Heard the Door, and in came your two stars. “There are my boys!” you greeted them walking over to them both kissing your son's forehead and pushing him away playfully to embrace your husband dramatically “Oh my dear! Where have you been?!! I couldn't feed myself darling it was oh so terrible and the chores! Oh, the chores!! I was so alone.” you felt a hand push you away since it collided with your face your voice was silenced “away with you, your like a leech” Astarion scoffed. You pouted then just giggled kissing his knuckles. “Seriously darling, where were you? It's barely sunset are you hurt? What did our son do this time?” you glared at the boy in question who just put his hands up scoffing in offended confusion. “Nothing…we went to the festival.” he smiled at you and your mouth fell open “What?? How?!” you spun him around looking for burns “G-get off of me!!” he pushed you brushing off his clothes “I just wore a cloak and stayed close to the shadows and he went to play with his friends but we had a great time.” he fixed a few hairs in your son's head picking out the grey hairs making your son hiss a breath “beauty is pain kiddo.” He laughed and they both passed you headed to the kitchen to store the treats they got

——

  You climbed into bed flopping over the legs of your beloved he took a hand from the book he was reading brushing it over your hair* your body shivered when you stretched and sighed “so what possessed you and our son to get along for once?” You looked up at him, he shut the book and sat it down on the dresser beside him, his hair slicked back and his reading glasses drooping over his nose looking at you. “He just really wanted to go and he said that we would be careful. And gods I can’t deny that face and those eyes. I made an adorable child.” He laid his head back shutting his eyes “you sure did” you smiled admiring the pale elf’s beauty. 

“I owe it all to you.” He smirked “filling your role as the bad guy.” You inched your face closer to his “all for you baby, anything you need.” You giggled and kissed him before he pushed you to the side “quit, we have a sleeping son in the other room.” You just grumbled and he chuckled at your cute frustration. “Tomorrow morning he’s going out with his friends. Maybe if you behave and” he grabbed your ear “Stop tracking dirt around the house!! I’ll give you some long needed distress.” You cried in pain.

Eh, you loved him though. And your son did too. They were your stars guiding you through the dark 

(*I don’t like to say through cause mine is nappy) 

(I’m so embarrassed if they don’t have ovens or some kinda furnace oven back then)

#writing #fanfiction #x reader #fanfic #x female reader #astarion x tav #bg3 tav #Astarion #bg3 astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate #astarion ancunin x reader #trending

[spacebarbarianweird]

Shall We Meet Again?

Summary: Mindless fluff becomes mindless angst as Astarion spends his last weeks with his elderly love.

Pairing: Astarion x OC (Tiriel)

Tags: fluff, angst, conversation about mortality, old Tav

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!

This is the first part of the Mortal Bounds series. Tiriel dies and Astarion deals with grief and loneliness along with their daughter. Tiriel doesn't die in this fic, but it takes place merely a week before she does.

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Hot water reaches up to Astarion’s chest. The book in his hand got slightly wet, but he is too engrossed in the reading to notice.

He has never had a passion for fiction, always preferring more serious topics – law, history, traveling guides, and anatomy books. 

But this one has grasped his attention.

He is through the fifth chapter when he hears footsteps behind the door.

Tiriel has got up.

Astarion casts a glance at the door hoping his wife will look towards the bathroom before doing whatever she is up to.

One-hundred and fifty years and he still can’t get enough of her. Besides, what is 150 years for an elf? 

“Good morning, love,” Tiriel murmurs, half-opening the door.

“Good morning,” he puts the book away. “Come here”.

Tiriel closes the door from the inside and approaches the tub. Astarion leans to the half-elf to give her a kiss.

“I can see someone develop a love for stories?” She chuckles sitting on a wooden stool. 

“I always liked them!”

The elderly half-elf takes the book and puts it on a shelf where it won’t get any wetter. Tiriel is 186 and the years have been taking a toll on her.

Her once-red hair is now white, and her face is covered in wrinkles; so is the rest of her body. She can barely do anything when the weather changes and sometimes her spine hurts so much that Tiriel has to lie on her back for hours, unable to move.

She is still herself, still a warrior. But her human ancestry is forcing Tiriel to pay the price.

Even her voice has changed as she went past her climax twenty years ago. 

Astarion grabs Tiriel’s hand forcing her to get closer to the tub. “Join me”.

“How could I say no?” She smiles and undresses to get inside the water. The moment she does, he tugs her closer to feel her warmth against her skin.

After 150 years of being together, he has finally realized that it is indeed her warmth he is addicted to, not her blood.

The chance to hold her to feel safe and listen to her steady heartbeat is the most precious thing for him.

And he knows he is going to lose it soon.

Half-elves sometimes live longer than two centuries. But with every passing year Tiriel will get weaker and weaker until death will take her.

Astarion will gladly take care of her no matter how old and weak she is, but Tiriel will suffer existing like this. She needs to die in a battle, in a fight.

Like the hero she is.

“Turn around,” she says, pulling away. 

“I feel rather fine like this.”

But Tiriel looks at him with such an adorable expression he moves a bit to let her see his scarred back.

Tiriel takes a sponge and starts rubbing his back pressing her lips against his skin.

Astarion hugs his knees allowing Tiriel to wash him. Her gentle fingers run over his shoulders.

“Astarion.” 

“Yes, love.”

“Can we talk?”

“Of course, my treasure, your voice is my favorite sound,” he chuckles but feels the tension between them. Oh, he knows what exactly she wants to talk about.

And he has been afraid of this conversation ever since they got together.

“Promise me you won’t step into the sun.”

He takes her hand and presses the digits against his lips.

“it will be difficult not to.”

“Astarion, I am serious!” 

“I know, I know. We have a daughter, someone will have to look after her. Though I doubt the High Necromancer of Shantal needs to be taken care of; Alethaine has scared the shit out of all of her potential enemies.”

“She is still our daughter.”

“Of course. Our baby princess,” Astarion smiles, picturing the image of their daughter. “I won’t step into the sun I promise. I will keep… existing.”

Tiriel takes his chin and forces him to look at her.

“Promise me you will keep enjoying this life. When I go, promise, you will do all the things we haven’t had time for. Go to visit Halruaa, or other planes, search for the cure, and claim back your mortality. At least, live as long as elves usually do. I want this, Astarion. You deserve this. Besides… You know, we have an adult daughter. What if she wants children of her own? Imagine being a grandfather!”

“Alethaine has never had any romantic relationship in her life and couldn’t be less interested.”

Tiriel shrugs.

“You know, when she was little, maybe less than seven, she would always tell me that when she grew up she would have a daughter. And she always said it felt like it was set in stone. Considering you elves have prophetic abilities…”

“She doesn’t.”

“Maybe she did when she was little? Anyway…Astarion, keep living. Do this for me. And when you finally become mortal again, remember me.”

Astarion looks at his wife. The emotions overwhelm him and tears flow down his cheek. Remember her? He can't even imagine living like this! Being alone, truly alone, and having her only in his reveries. 

It is going to be a torture.

Ever since he became free, Tiriel has been a part of life. Now, 150 years later, it’s impossible to remember those few weeks when Tiriel was just a target, a means to an end, because she became something essential in the blink of an eye. 

They sit like that in the water for what Astarion thinks is eternity. Tiriel hugs him from behind, placing her cheek on his shoulder. And he tries to engrave this image in his mind. Her warmth. Her love. Her heartbeat.

She is still alive, he has to remind himself. She is still there. They still have more time to share.

“Astarion,” she murmurs.

“What is it, wild girl?”

“You have been quite an adventure.”

He squeezes her fingers.

“And you have been everything, my love. Come here.”

Now it’s Tiriel’s turn to sit as he washes her back and hair. He tries to be as gentle as possible, savoring every second she is with him. Hells, he is supposed to be grateful that apart from some memory and hearing loss, she is still herself. She is still the same Tiriel he met at the shipwreck.

He doesn't know what he would do if she had developed dementia and forgotten him.

“Tiriel, did Alethaine really tell you she was going to have a daughter in the future?”

“Ughm. Mentioning it from time to time. Not ‘if’ but ‘when’.”

Astarion helps Tiriel to get out of the bath and carries her to the bedroom. The sun shines behind the thick curtains and the half-elf looks at the window.

“Do you mind if I go for a walk?” She asks.

“As long as you are happy,” Astarion kisses her cheek but feels a wave of anxiety. What if she feels sick? What if she falls? What if… 

She probably has noticed his change of mood and touches his cheek.

“I changed my mind. I will just sit in the yard, all right? And we will walk after sunset!”

He probably looks relieved because Tiriel laughs.

“You are so adorable when you take care of me. That’s why I love you”.

“Tiriel, I’ve been drinking your blood and crying on your chest disturbing your sleep for decades. This is the least I can do.”

She slaps his shoulder and they both laugh.

Then, she finds a blanket and her facial expression gets confused. 

“Sorry… What did I…” She looks at him helplessly.

“You wanted to go outside and lie in the sun,” he gently reminds her.

“Oh… Yes… I did. I just forgot.” Tiriel takes the blanket in her hands.

Tiriel lies on the grass in the most sunny spot. 

Astarion takes the chair and puts it close to the open door – enough for him to see the sun and Tiriel.

Maybe he can try to turn her into a vampire? It took him years to realize he was no longer a spawn but a true vampire. And even the weakest of true vampires can create a couple spawns (the rest of their victims stay in the ground even if they are dried out). He can…risk it. Take all her blood. Bury her lifeless body in the grave. Wait.

Wait till he hears movements below.

Then, dig Tiriel out and immediately let her drink his blood, breaking the master spawn bond. 

They will live forever. They will stay together in the shadows. He will teach her to hunt, he will…

No.

Astarion is unsure if  he can even do it and he won’t do this to his Tiriel. The life of a vampire is hell. It will be painful to become one, she will suffer from never-ending hunger and will never see the sun again. More than that, he will destroy her soul – like Cazador destroyed his.

Tiriel is mortal. She will stay so. He won’t doom her for what he is doomed himself.

The sun is setting and the stars slowly appear in the skies. Once the darkness falls onto the ground Astarion approaches a sleeping Tiriel and makes her sit in his arms. She blinks and then smiles.

“I dreamt that I was young again,” she whispers.

Astarion caresses her wrinkled cheek. “Was I in your dream?”

She nods. “You were mortal and we danced together under the sun. Your eyes were green and my hair was red. And then I realized it wasn’t the material plane. It was Arvandor.”

Astarion frowns. Arvandor is the native plane of elves, the home of Seldarine, and the place elven souls are destined to reach if the clerics and druids are correct. Non-elves can’t go there. And his own soul perished centuries ago, making Corellon’s realm forever out of reach for him.

“It was so real,” Tiriel adds. “What if I meet you again? What if I can go there and you, mortal, join me? And then we will dance together, young and alive again.”

Astarion kisses her forehead. “I hope we will, Tiriel.”

--- Read what happen next in Death, Worthy of a Barbarian ---

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[morebird]

Later on, when we are at rest, I will eat you right up.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #bg3 fanart #fanart #illustration #i want to know what they put into astarion #every free moment that i have my mind just defaults to astarion #i dont remember the last time i was this insane about a character

[ruushes]

the real dark urge is the desire to replay this expansive endlessly variable rp-rich experience with the exact same character and LI and decisions except they’re a durge now. the other real dark urge is to make my durge a gnome

#just a funny little guy but for. The Atrocities. #i just don’t feel ready to be done with lux yet…!! 😭 ive even been putting off playing bc I don’t want their story to end… #and there's the appeal of replaying a character after you know them and the game better and can make more in-character choices... #and I from what ive gathered durge/astarion is top notch… #but I want to romance EVERYONE and I want to do all the origins and it's already probably unfeasible that i'll actually play it that much #so it just feels kind of wasteful… and i do already have a fairly well-developed backstory for lux that i like a lot… decisions 😔 #talkin #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

[theswedishpajas]

Bittersweet comfort

Bonus smile edit under cut cus we need it:

#my art stuff #digital art #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #tav #tiefling tav #dark urge #durge #tiefling durge #tav x astarion #durge x astarion #scars #shritless #staring at the main work for so long while drawing it was making me sad #so I had to make the smile/laugh one real quick after #just to boost my mood back up #seeing us so serious without any specific emotion attached was really distressing #but I didn’t know what other expression I wanted to put #cus I wanted it to be like “““pretty””” or whatever #I wanna hug him and hold him close

[elvhendis]

I think my new pet peeve are Astarion fix it fics

#i mean where people fix the first time they sleep together #by having tav notice what's up immediately #because the fact that Astarion puts up this act to fool the player is the whole meat of his story #the twist that this isn't in fact what he wants and everything is just a show is the spice #if you remove that from the story immediately then where is the story? #where is the progression #where is the twist?! #isn't what makes his story so satisfying the fact that he opens up to you later and tells you the truth about how he feels about sex??? #he feels comfortable to tell you FIRST #the whole confession deal is what makes it so sweet and touching #to me at least #also bffr would your tav really immeditaly know? #would they?? #i think it's so much more interesting if they're oblivious at first #but that's just me idk #also like with the people who woobify him it just feels like people are babying him #imo he needs to come to this realization by himself #sry for ranting #it's just by doing this you're literally removing his whole ARC #do you get me at all???

[lelianaslefthand]

astarion explaining his plan to the player character

#i came to this conclusion a few weeks ago and periodically keep thinking about it #and yes i do want dennis reynolds carnally what about it?? #bg3 #.txt #astarion #you know what.. i will put it in his tag

[swordmaid]

this dialogue path im so 😭😭🤭🤭

#shri’iia going like you weren’t THAT good 🙄 as if she didn’t come multiple times bc he’s probably more attentive than her matriarch #like I imagine her matriarch being a very selfish lover and she always receives and never gives and shri’iia being so used to that #so when the act 1 forest sex scene comes and astarion performs as he does and he’s very giving and thorough and more focused on her own #pleasure than his shri’iia is like ?? brakes screeching noises in her brain she’s not used to this btw #not to mention she’s already drunk as fuck and trying so very hard to ignore the pain in her chest from oath breaking #so she gets even more confused and she just lets him do what he wants to do #cue the morning after .. ‘you weren’t THAT good’ whatever you’re just saving face 😭 #anyway. I like this dialogue path too bc you get an insight on astarion’s pov where he says he was holding back and making his excuse #when he was probably dissociating / feeling disgusted at having to do his routine again #but then it’s all part of his plan so he gotta do it. also that’s what he knows how to do so he has to do it and liking it is a diff matter #but when he says the ‘how dare you’ like it feels more playful so I think that kind of dynamic where they clown on each other is what they #both like. I also think that in the second time they sleep together it’s a bit more playful bc they’re getting that kind of dynamic more #based on the flirting scenes you can get prior the second time he offers to sleep together again #but to me when they overtly flirt / or when they fuck is when the seeds of the romance are planted .. it only develops when they start to #hang out with each other lol. like this whole romance that’s built on deceit and using each other #gets developed bc they actually like being in each other’s company 😭😭 idk that’s so cute to me #and when they’re actually together it’s like. this slowburn where they’re not putting any labels on it #they just hang out with each other for the next couple of hundred years and occasionally get married #multiple times for the attention and gifts lol #actually have more thoughts abt astarion/shri’iia 😭 they’re infesting my mind like mold #shut up about bg3. #bg3 spoilers

[misspickman]

My unpopular bg3 opinion is they tried way too hard to make some of these characters mean and flippant which is meant to make the player more interested in them and clearly this has worked on many (good for you !) but personally i could not care less. If 80% of what a character has to say to me is bitchy i will simply leave them at camp for most of the game

#Is this a skill issue of mine yeah maybe. I just find it annoying #At best and off-putting at worst like is there no better way to show that shadowheart is going through stuff/have her be mean that isnt #Her getting pissy that you have respect for a bunch of dead slaves #That was wild. I didnt ask her either she just had the need to let me know she thinks these slaves aint shit bc they didnt fight back #Thanks larian! #Wild take maybe idk but i dont think that makes her interesting i think it makes her off-putting. In this case #I generally like shadowheart this just sure is a thing to have her say. And not give the player an option to respond in any way #Ill get over this single line but im mad now. This isn't the only instance of this #I guess both larian and bioware think that characters thinking slavery is kinda ok is not a deal breaker #Txt #I know that these characters soften during the game. I have played a fair amount of it. I did shadowhearts quest i know whats up. Still #In both her and astarions case i think theyre written to have some wild takes on whats Ok to do that get kinda swept under the rug #if you manage to shove them in a Good direction. But u dont. Actively see them grapple with any of it #They just suddenly go wow im better now. Yay. I suddenly dont want to enslave other people for my power (in astarions case) #Like this switch flipped bc of my one roll? Idk. Im not super convinced #I know this is how the game works. I just think it could have been written better

[ghost-proofbaby]

i’m sorry but can we talk about how fucking devastating it is to hear it repeatedly said in the game how godey and cazador found astarion’s screams to be the “sweetest”?

the way he was the one who always screamed the loudest. when he was being tortured for days in the kennel by godey. when cazador was carving the runes into his back. centuries, and no one ever helped him or saved him. for centuries, he was screaming and begging for mercy, and it only egged his abuser on more.

no wonder he disapproves more when you repeatedly help and save people. repeatedly, he has to watch you save all these people, knowing no one ever saved him.

yes, i’m actively sobbing over a video game character. i want something more painful than just death for cazador.

#he never deserved any of it #when godey said that to astarion my jaw dropped #i can’t go into the fight with cazador right now that just #that fucked me up #when romancing him i should have the option to also hug him and not just kiss him #because what the fuck #i want to burn entire cities down for him #where’s the option to just burn the palace to the ground #where’s the option to put cazador in a tomb for a year to starve and be consumed by the darkness #and i thought i wanted that fucking drow dead for suggesting i owned him lmao #i’d genuinely die for him #listening to missing limbs by sleep token and yeah that’s me for astarion #’cause it still makes my blood run thin to remember what you are to him’ #he deserves a soft ending. to know how loved he is. to be fucking SAFE #even more devastating than when i found out he dies if you don’t keep him in your party/camp #if astarion doesn’t end up with you #he ends up with cazador #i just #fuck this game

[wilchur]

It really annoys me that there's no way to talk Astarion out of the ritual other than bargaining with the lives of the spawn to be honest. Makes it so that trying to persuade him as a character that is far from good and selfless, but cares about him a lot feels ooc as hell. Sure you can pick the "Cazador said this will kill you, don't risk it" option but it leads you back to either "But the spawn :(" or "Okay, let's do this". The dialogue tree there leaves no ambiguity to the morality of your character.

I wish there was a way to get the insight check after you voice the fear for his life and get a persuasion one if you succeed. Kind of a "I was ready to see them all burn for you, but I can see that you're not sure and the ritual claiming your life is not worth the risk. We'll find another way. There's still the crown, remember?" thing. They leaned too heavily into this ending being the "vampire fetish" one, assumed that if the player character doesn't care about a bunch of random spawn, they would not care about Astarion's emotional wellbeing and that's just not how people work to me. The way you have to be the one to make the choice what to do with the spawn if you do stop the ritual annoys the fuck out of me too. It's not my choice to make, my Durge does not give a fuck what happens to them once Cazador is gone and the party is safe. He would rather leave that choice to Astarion. He wants to kill them anyway? Great! Blood, guts and suffering! Lovely! He wants to spare them? Whatever love, if that's what you want. Let's just get the fuck out of here.

It would be nice to have that option, especially considering this is supposed to be all about Astarion reclaiming his autonomy.

I just don't like it when to not get fucked over by a game I have to sacrifice the roleplaying aspect of it idk. Even if my character genuinely wants Astarion to ascend no matter the cost it will have for others because he's convinced them that's what he needs to finally gain his freedom and they're the kind of "anything for you kitten" person, they still should be able to notice that Something Is Not Right without it going against their personality and feeling forced.

#i have been going back and fourth on whether i should reload again or not and needed to vent #because my durge would do anything for everyone in his party to get what they want #they have his unconditional support because that's the only way he knows how to show and receive love #and yeah it do be kind of tragic that that's exactly what would lead to his relationship with astarion falling apart #(he would NOT in a million years become a vampire spawn he's too proud for it) #(purest bhaalspawn there ever was a vampire's plaything?? no fucking way) #(their relationship was born out of astarion's support for him out of the safety that not being judged for bloodied hands promised) #(he wants someone who will love him unconditionally and the moment astarion puts an ultimatum like that on him? yeah he's OUT bye) #but i wish there was a more “chaotic” way of resolving astarion's personal quest idk #thank you for coming to my ted talk #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #astarion ancunin

[grapecaseschoices]

/venting

#certain astarion fans remind me of certain stiles fans #/insult #if you want a whimsical prince charming JUST romance WYLL #accept your white fave is an asshole and move on #stop taking scenes/traits from a man of color to make your pasty jackass more appealing to you #or if youre gonna do it dont use the main tags #bc in my opinion such tendencies stink of an r word yall dont wanna hear #[i think it'd rub me less in a bad way if wyll had as much hours as astarion #like i hear people saying astarion got a new hug AND a new kiss #and wyll got the spinny kiss - WHICH IS GREAT - but i know a platonic wyll fans wanted a hug too #heck even non-platonic #and you gotta take what's wylls and put it for astarion? #not to mention it's not even in character?? #heck apply it to GALE or KARLACH if you must a white person] #fandom is so a nnoying #this is a dumb vent #i just blocked the person #i just needed to get it properly off my chest #gonna delete later

[collegeoflore]

i did finally find a way to justify xar actually going to the mountain pass/creche that feels like it’s not extremely shoehorned in so i guess i should…. go do that

#this part of the game is so boring to me i’ll be so real. the underdark and the mountain pass both i’m jusy not excited by any of it #anyway tho i honestly think what happens is lae’zel is smart enough to know when she’s being lied to #and after the 5th time xarrai tells her yep we r def going to the crèche soon 👍 she just starts a fight in the middle of camp lol #it’s probably hot. honestly. #idk if it’s a physical fight or just a yelling match but it’s sexy for sure. #but wyll and gale talk xar down from just sending lae’zel packing bc they r both interested in going #and xar doesn’t want to jeopardize the trust these ppl have put in them and their position as leader so they give in #but they r a little pouty about it. #astarion once again is disappointed there was no or only minimal bloodshed in camp #漫言 #oc. xarrai #putting it in their tag so i can find this later if i forget lol #z plays bg3

[kamuro-junrenka]

Man ive been playing baldurs gate like crazy lately because i wanted to romance astarion so bad you dont understand but i finished his whole questline and nothing happened..... im bitchless even in videogames this is embarrassing

#not yakuza #rant #there are people romancing him in act 1 and here i am in act 3 and no bitches #i did EVERYTHING for astarion. if i did something he didnt like i loaded the game #i didnt want to look to too much guides bc i want to do tgis on my own ypu know #i thought romancing a pixel would be pretty easy #maybe it is and im the dumbest person ever #but deadass according to a guide once you finish his questline it should automatically trigger at a long rest but it didnt happen #astarion is the only reason i downloaded this game i cant believe i spent 3 weeks fownloading and 55 hours playing and he doesnt like me #i sent shadowheart to hell and i dont even know where is laezel. i didnt even care about looking at gales direction. i only want astarion #and maybe karlach #but mannnnnnnn what a bummer #im starting to think everyone is just lying and theres not actually any romance in this game #thia is extremely long i just needed to put my disappointment somewhere bc its late and my friends are sleeping

[seventh-district]

it’s finally getting cold enough that i can bring my cardigan collection back into rotation without feeling like i’m gonna melt into a puddle the second i step outside!!!

#Seven.txt #my face #i have rematerialized back out of the void to once again make my once-in-a-blue-moon selfie & life update post #i’m running on 4 hours of restless sleep and the single banana i ate for lunch earlier today. let’s do this #hrrrrg i hate the lighting in my bathroom but i refuse to take pictures in the absolute Mental Illness Disaster Zone™️ that is my bedroom #anyways. got diagnosed with Mystery Pain Syndrome at the dentist today. so now i take ✨steroids✨ #the less funny explanation is that my tooth still hurts with pressure nearly a month post-root canal and That’s Not Good #so we’re trying some new medications to see if that fixes it. and if not then who knows. root canal pt.2 the sequel. or extraction. sigh #and so the Dental Saga continues. todays visit went quite well in spite of the unforeseen mystery pain delaying the tooth-shaving plans #we had some time to kill so he managed to fill some of my other tiny cavities while i was there today so that’s good #okay moving on. what else. uhh. OH they finally came out and ran the fiber to the house last week!!! now i’m just waiting on one more- #-guy to come and finish the interior install and the long awaited fast internet will finally be mine eheheheheeeee #now i can feel my hours upon hours of unedited gameplay footage breathing down my neck :) #man i’ve got so much stuff piled up right now. i’m drowning in Tasks and it’s a lil overwhelming but i’ll handle it all! eventually #uhhhhm my current writing project is coming along well! i’ve never put so much time and effort into a oneshot before in my life #its a labor of love though and i think i’m gonna be really proud of myself (and the fic) once it’s complete #even if no one reads it bc it’s so goddamn self indulgent and kinda lowkey throws canon out the window but like. fuck it! #if i want Astarion to write a song on piano and perform it for me while mentally taking me on a trip down memory lane. then so be it #fr though i’ve never written anything quite like this and i rlly want to do it justice. even if its unrealistic i still want it to be Good #in other news i received word that one of the chickens i sponsor at my local Gentle Barn has passed away so i had a lil cry abt that #i feel so bad for his little tiny chicken wife. they obviously loved each other and it’s like. so sad when one half of an old couple dies #like. she pulled him out of his depression after his 1st wife died. now who’s gonna be there to pull Her out… #anyways let’s not get all sad about that again. in happier news my cat who i presumed died/got killed has returned home uninjured!!! #after that huge stray dog chased her into the woods i thought we’d never find or see her again #but then the morning after i started grieving her she showed back up hungry as hell yet completely unharmed like the enigma that she is #so that’s one definite highlight from earlier this month. uhh what else. rapid fire summary of the past few weeks let’s go- #Jersey turned 10! Bullet turned 10! my 6 year Veganniversary happened! i’m approaching 700 days on DuoLingo! #i’ve written more than 20 thousand words! i’ve been facing some fears! fighting my OCD! taking care of myself! (kinda!) #anyways things are far from being all sunshine and roses around here but i’m trying to focus on the good stuff for the most part #for now tho i have a headache and have reached 30 tags so it’s time to go shovel some mashed potatoes into my mouth :)