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lirotation · 2 days

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Mortal Astarion X F! Human Tav. Ummm, angst.👀

For decades, this manor offered him a place to call home in the truest sense.

The hallway was a sacred gallery, adorned with paintings that were not mere canvases, but tangible echoes of their life together. Each brushstroke, lovingly rendered by her hand, captured the essence of cherished memories.

Whenever he opened the door at the end of the hallway, he was greeted by the radiant smile of his beloved, and the hearth beckoned him to surrender to its comforting embrace. Yet, it was the vast window next to it that held the greatest significance. The tender caress of sunlight danced across his skin as he lost himself in the pages of a book beside her. It was here, bathed in the golden rays, that he could truly revel in the miracle she had bestowed upon him – the cure to his vampiric curse, a gift of life, a reminder of the depths of her love and the power it held to transcend even the most insurmountable of boundaries.

Here at home, he had found everything his heart desired.

But nothing is ever truly perfect. Life simply doesn't work that way. Even the mightiest of fortresses cannot withstand the relentless march of time.

He thought he was ready for it, but not like this.

Never like this.

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The poem cited is "When You Are Old" BY W.B. Yeats. One of my favorites.❤️

Alright, thanks for reading the second installment of my "this did not really happen to my couple". After delving into the mortality of my Tav, Amaara, I found myself confronting a fear more profound than death itself – the fear of morbidity, of life's vibrancy fading before its inevitable end. So I decided to yank my CP around this theme. Self-indulgence at its finest.😊

#Halsin is my CP's family doctor =)#long post #Alzheimer's #astarion comic #astarion romance #astarion fanart #astarion #bg3 fanart #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 fanart #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #clip studio paint #procreate #ink and wash #bg3 comic #tavstarion #amaara ashvale

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fools-of-faerun · 2 days

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She named them Bella, Blueberry, Buttercup and Roger.

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mercymaker · 1 day

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You were by my side through all of this. Through bloodlust and pain and misery.

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deadtired-highkeyenergetic · 1 day

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Catstarion

Sorry for the slow uploads, been going out with friends and working for a bit but here's the next one, inspired by @bg-brainrot's post here. Thank you for the idea!

As you set your cup down, ready for another round of wine, you sense something, no, someone staring intently at you. Turning around, you find Astarion standing at the stairs leading up to the rooms, ruby red eyes piercing into your very soul as he stares, arms resting on the banister.

You’ve known him long enough to know what this means so with a sigh, you thank the bartender for his hospitality, excuse yourself from your increasingly drunk group of companions and head over to the stairs.

The vampire grins when he sees you approaching, gently pulling you to one side by your arm.

“Already turning in for the night, my sweet?” His fingers trail up your arm, lips whispering in your ear. The tips of your ears burn, feeling his words ghost over them.

“So it seems,” you reply. “Care to join me?”

The corners of his lips curve upwards, a sparkle in his eyes as he takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers and gently takes the lead, thumb running over the back of your palm. His wordless answer brings a small smile to your face and you let him guide you, annoyance left at the bar counter.

He turns the corner and opens the door to his room, ushering you in before closing the door behind him. He remains standing at the door as you make your way to the bed, getting comfortable before patting the spot next to you but he doesn’t move.

Raising an eyebrow, you tuck yourself under the covers before patting the pillow next to yours and yet he refuses to budge. Well, third time’s the charm, right? You open your arms and he immediately shoots over, burying himself in your embrace. Amused, you chuckle, which sends reverberations through him. He happily hums in response, shifting so that you have easy access to the entirety of his hair and grabs one of your hands, dropping it on the top his head.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten,” you snort as you begin to run your fingers through his soft white curls. He lets out a sigh of contentment, basking in the familiar rhythm of your fingers combing his locks, massaging his scalp along the way. The gentle movements start to lull him into a trance and he feels his eyes begin to close, his grip on your clothes loosening but then you do the unthinkable.

You shift.

Immediately his eyes snap open and he turns to glower up at you. You raise your hands in surrender, eyeing him warily as he scowls.

“My love, please do not interrupt my trance again.”

“Sorry, won’t happen again.”

“It better not.”

With a huff, he turns, stretching out across your legs like a cat before curling back up, feeling your fingers continue their movements through his hair. He loves it when you do this, when you let him trance whilst resting on you without making a single fuss even though you have little to no intention of going to sleep yourself. He loves how you don’t mind carving out time for him amidst your busy schedule, you could always ignore him until you were done drinking but you always responded to his call, putting aside your own needs and wants for him. He knew he could ask anything of you and you would do it, without crossing the boundaries the both of you had set at the start of your relationship of course.

To him, you always had something better to do than attend to his petty whining but to you, he always came first and he still couldn’t fathom why. Maybe one day he would, perhaps if he sat you down and talked to you about it, he would understand, but that would be after The Absolute was defeated and the worms were removed. He was becoming more positive about the party’s prospects in a fight against The Absolute, although he preferred hiding such feelings.

As your fingers continue to work their magic in his hair, his thoughts drift to the many ways you’ve upended his life. You’ve shown him what it means to love, what it means to be genuine, what it means to care about others. You’ve added to his life, and changed things that were already in his life. You’d made it your whole mission to help him associate actions that once caused him pain and misery with something more pleasant, the only reason why he could slip into a trance whilst you ran your fingers through his hair. Back then, such an action always came with —

Cough.

Astarion groans, reaching up to poke your cheek, “I’m trying to trance here, love. A little peace and quiet would be nice.”

“Sorry,” you pout, giving him the puppy dog eyes he can never resist and he lets the matter slide, returning back to his thoughts and attempt to trance.

You’re always careful to not pull his hair, with knots always being gently untied either with your fingers or a comb should one be nearby. You’re also the only one he trusts to take care of his hair, whether it be washing or helping to maintain it.

He feels you rest your free hand on his waist, the warmth from your palm spreading through his cold undead body and feels the urge to slip into a trance wash over him once more. Knowing he is safe in your arms, for nothing will be able to hurt him when you’re around, he lets the urge take hold, readying himself for whatever nightmares could plague his rest.

That is if you didn’t sneeze right there and then.

Astarion clicks his tongue, refusing to even open his eyes and exclaims, “Gods, how am I supposed to trance in these conditions?”

He buries his face into your thighs, putting up a dramatic show of angrily muttering under his breath while you apologise, struggling to hold in your laughter.

“Come on Astarion. If you want to trance properly, you should’ve just told me to go to sleep!”

“But then you wouldn’t be able to do…this!” He gestures vaguely in the direction of your hand which is still buried beneath his white curls, letting out yet another huff.

“You’ll have to choose one then, Star. I can’t seem to do both.” There’s mirth in your voice and for a moment Astarion wonders if you’re just toying with him but then the look in your eyes reassures him and he lets out a sigh of resignation, sitting up so that you can get into a comfortable position to sleep.

“Fine. Sleep next to me, my love.” He wraps you in a cocoon made from his arms, nuzzling into your neck and feels his fangs press against your skin — the only barrier between him and your blood. Yet you don’t flinch, trusting that he will only bite after asking you for permission and snuggle against him under the covers.

“Stop spending so much time with them,” you hear him mumble. So that was why he was acting so weirdly all night.

“You have me all to yourself every night, don’t you worry.” You press a peck to the top of his head, tucking him tighter against your body.

“And you’ll have me for all eternity too.”

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snowfolly · 1 day

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Pillow Talkin’ about murder or somethin’

Sketchy warm up doodle today that I liked a lot (also proof that I yet live lol)

Working on some commissions now so I’ll have more art out soon!

#bg3 fanart #bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #astarion romance #tav x astarion #tavstarion #Talistarion #snowyart #my tav #tav bg3 #bg3 astarion #mytav

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the-beautiful-darkness-art · 2 days

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Just a taste… 👀🩸

The full nsfw version is here

#art #digital art #fan art #fanart #astarion #bg3 #bg3 fanart #tavstarion #durgestarion #baldurs gate 3

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brabblesblog · 2 days

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Moonlit, lazy nights at the Crimson Palace

I mean, what else do you do?

Art by the amazing Purple Danger Noodle

Full version on Twitter

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kelvnn · 2 days

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More satyr tavstarion doodles

#bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #astarion #bg3 tav #oc art #tavstarion #bg3 fanart

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graveyard-cuddles · 2 days

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Sorry but I LOVE the teifling/vampire purring headcanons so much like I HAVE to gush about it !!!

I feel like Astarion would definitely already know that teiflings could purr when they're very happy/content/in love. So the first time he gets Tanit (my teifling Tav) to truly purr deeply, with her whole chest, he is SO proud of himself it's almost insufferable. Those warm, bubbly feelings in his own chest are a LIL more intense than expected, but it's only because his nice simple plan is going so perfectly. Of course he's happy.

BUT I'm willing to bet NEITHER of them knew about the fact that vampires can purr because it's simply not very common for vampires. They only ever do it when they feel exceptionally content and safe, usually among another member of their kind that they form a rare bond with. Such happy circumstances are rare for vampires and Astarion has had a shitty life even by vampires spawn standards so of course neither he or any of his siblings ever got to experience such a thing.

And so one night they're cuddling, maybe after Cazador is dead and Astarion finally has that threat no longer looming over him. He feels amazing. He feels more loved and safe and happy than he can ever remember feeling. Tanit starts raking her fingers through hair. He instinctively lets out a sigh of contentment, but instead what comes out is a...low rumbling??

They're both lying chest-to-chest so for a moment he thinks maybe it came from her, but no. This purring is much deeper. The vibrations very clearly came from his chest this time. They both look at each other and Astarion is maybe a little confused and embarrassed and possibly wondering if he's somehow involuntarily picked up her mannerisms. Until they both learn it's perfectly natural for vampires to purr as well. Just another thing they share in common.

And then they proceeded to spend every cuddle session thereafter purring together like two very happy big cats.