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a comic about fix-it fanfics

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You can't run

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Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Pairings: Astarion x Fem!SorceressReader

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Angst, Death. Happy ending.

Summary: You do whatever it takes to protect the one you love and so does he.

A/N: I'm pretty sure I wasn't lore friendly, I just had an idea and decided to have fun with it, please don't leave any negative comments about this being un-lore friendly. I was just having fun. Enjoy!

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'When you love something, you protect it with your entire life at any cost, and right now, your guts telling you to do that very thing.'

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The battle with Cazador raged on, his prowess was relentless. You struggled as did your companions. Astarion was being held captive and you did whatever it took to protect him.

Even if that meant putting yourself in front of death itself.

"You stupid girl! Astarion is mine!" Cazador spat at you as he blasted powerful spells at you, you dodged effortlessly.

"You have no power here!" Cazador wailed, his crimson eyes glowing with the power of the devil.

"Then you were foolish and have underestimated me!" You cried boldly.

"Underestimated? Silly girl, love will not save Astarion. Nothing can!" Cazador mocked you. You were furious and your eyes flashed red. Your nostrils flared.

"He isn't yours to torment! " You screeched,

"And I will not stop until I get him back! Until he's safe in my arms!" You wailed; your companions watched as your hands illuminated in a powerful magic.

"GIVE ME MY HUSBAND!" Your voice was not your own as you screamed at the top of your lungs. Your whole body glowing with the weave, your eyes bright orbs.

You pushed your hands out in front of yourself and the magic within you came out in a wave of thunderous light. The shockwave was devastating. The stone floor undid itself from the impact, your companions and Cazador flew back. The pillars the spawn were held, crumbled from the impact and crashed to the floor.

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When you came to, you saw the disaster you had created. You ran through the wreckage and was able to get Astarion, you grabbed his hand, raising him to his feet. He embraced you tightly.

"You stupid, girl!" Cazador wailed as he stood up, you looked up angrily. You stood between him and Astarion. You would do anything to protect the one you loved. Anything.

"If you want him, then you have to go through me first." You growled, Cazador rolled his eyes and held up his hand.

"So be it." He replied as he made a fist. You made the most horrible sound Astarion has ever heard, the sound of pure agony. You held your chest, you felt like your organs were being crushed.

You fell to the ground incapacitated.

"Y/N!" Astarion wailed with despair as he knelt by you, your companions rushed over to you.

Cazador limbed away, holding his broken rips. He needed healing sleep. Astarion's face held something his companions had never seen. His eyes glowed bright and darkened at the same time.

His face twitched with fury as he watched Cazador disappear into his coffin.

"You do not get to take her from me. You can take my life, but you cannot take HERS!" Astarion was full of rage as he stood, his companions looked up. Shadowheart healed you.

Astarion paraded towards the coffin, he pushed the heavy stone away, then he grabbed Cazador,

"No healing sleep for you, WAKE UP!" Astarion bellowed as he threw Cazador onto the floor.

"You pathetic child, how dare you! Your stupid bitch ruined the ritual already. It will take me months to rebuild this room!" Cazador spat. Astarion's face was rage filled, he snapped his hand forward and slapped his old master across the face.

"How dare you speak ill of my wife." He snarled.

"For a moment, I wanted to be just like you, but I realized I could be so much more. I envied you, but now. I want nothing more than to see your corpse beneath my feet." Astarion said as he grabbed Cazador's hair and snapped his head back.

"I'm above you, I'm so much more than what you made me." He said as he grabbed the dagger,

"But I'm not above enjoying this." He said turning the knife, before he strikes, he whispered to his old master.

"Give the devil my regards."

Then Astarion stabbed Cazador repeatedly. The years of torment, abuse, and the pain of his wife's near death came all out at once in one raging moment.

The companions stood back watching the scene play out, Cazador's blood splattered onto Astarion's body and face. The boy screamed as he finally got the revenge he desired after two hundred years.

Astarion finally let go of Cazador and he fell to the floor, his blood gushing from his chest, pooling on the floor. Astarion went to his knees, letting out short, guttural cries.

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You finally came to, but you were barely conscious.

"Hey, soldier." Karlach smiled softly, Shadowheart sighed in relief. You looked around with hazy vision. You saw Astarion kneeling in Cazador's blood as the vampire laid lifeless.

"What happened?" You asked groggily.

"The bastard crushed your insides." Wyll growled.

"But Astarion put an end to him!" Karlach said proudly.

"We thought we lost you for good." Gale said, knitting his eyebrows together in concern.

"I've never seen Astarion that angry. He truly loves you Y/N. You sacrificed your life to save him, and he avenged you." Shadowheart said shakily.

"Avenged me?" You questioned, Shadowheart sighed.

"Your heart did stop, but I managed to revive you before the gods claimed your soul." She explained. You were taken aback. You looked back at Astarion, he was still kneeling, his head hung low. You couldn't imagine what he was feeling.

You stood and stumbled, but Gale caught you before you fell. He carefully led you over while the other companions followed in tow.

"My star?" You said, Astarion looked up when he heard your voice,

"You're alive!" He wailed. You saw the wave of relief wash over his face, replacing the grief. He stood and embraced you tightly, you winced.

"Be careful, fangs." Karlach warned him, Astarion pulled back, but still held your shoulders.

"You're okay." He breathed as he pet your face, tears racing down his face. You smiled weakly, still in pain.

"I'm okay, sweetheart." You told him.

"Don't you ever leave me again!" Astarion barked, you chuckled slightly.

"That? Pfft, it'll take more than crushing my organs to keep me away from you, babe." You joked teasingly with a playful smile. Astarion couldn't help the huge smile that made home on his face.

"You found the strength to kill him?" You said, nodding towards Cazador who was lying dead at his feet. Astarion's jaw flexed, he was making a face you didn't recognize.

"I wasn't about to let that bastard walk free after what he did to you. He wasn't going to get away from me, nobody hurts my love and lives to tell the tale. They can't run or hide from me." Astarion explained, his eyes started to glow as they became a darker shade.

Now you knew what Shadowheart was talking about. You gently put your hand to his face, bringing him out of his trance.

"I love you." You said with a smile, Astarion stretched his lips into his own smile. That beautiful one you loved so much. The one that put the glint in his eyes.

"I love you too, darling." Astarion replied as he embraced you, you returned it. The two of you stood there for a long time, not wanting to let each other go. Ever again.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x reader #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #astarion x y/n #astarion x you #astarion x female reader #bg3 sorcerer #astarion ancunin #astarion angst #cazador szarr #bg3 cazador #angst

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Mods I wish people would make and put on console for Skyrim

An in depth family mod. I want to see my kids grow up,I want to send them to school or teach them life skills. Wanna take them hunting and camping. I want to take my kids to winterhold to learn magic,or raise them to be criminals.

A good female follower. So many of the damn girl follower mods are aimed at the male gaze and it sucks. Don't get me wrong,I can see there was alot of effort and time put into these mods,but alot of them just rub me the wrong way. Sofia was alright the first couple of hours but I found she wasnt really my preference. I want a follower that has more depth to her.

A "mundane life" mod. Make me need to wash dishes.Make me need to wash the laundry and carpets. Make me need to stock up on stores before winter. Make me have to fix clothing and darn socks. Just mundane things.

A mod that gives romantic relationships more depth. I want my spouse to bring me flowers or to make things for me. I want date nights and cuddles. I want mundane and passionate convos and arguments. I want to supprise my spouse w jewelry and whatever else I find/buy/make. I want to have family planning conversations and to give/receive comfort about anxieties and fears. I want my spouse to tackle hug me when I return from war. Just in depth marriage/courting.

I want a mod that makes everyone at least a little interested in dating the Dragonborn. Ancano wanting to rise in the ranks of the thalmor and altmer society,what better way than to marry/tame the Dragonborn? Jarl Ulfric wanting to wed the DB to add more power and prestige to his station and because he thinks they're hot and he respects them.Mercer wanting to steal the DBs heart. The companions wanting to jump the DBs bones. Just everyone wanting the DB for dif reasons.

A "Love Thy Neighbor" mod. Let me help people w mundane tasks. Running errands,babysitting kids,delivering messages just let me help my neighbors.

A mod that adds more court duties to being a Thane. Let me advise the Jarl,let me bring the complaints of the common folk to the Jarl's attention. Let me collect taxes and take bribes. Make being a Thane more exciting.

Anyway these are just a few mods id love to see.

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Granny's 500 Follower Fic Giveaway!

Hey! I reached 500+ followers in the last few days, and I wanted to do a BG3 fanfic giveaway to celebrate!

To enter, please REBLOG this post and follow if you haven't already! Here is a link to my Masterlist in case you're interested but haven't read my writing (don't worry, I've been there lol)

What I am willing to write:

2k - 5k word oneshot

SFW or (mild) NSFW

BG3 ONLY

I will write Character x Character, Reader x Character, or Your OC x Character (If you want me to write your OC, I will need plenty of details about their personality!)

I am happy to write romance, drama, angst, and comedy!

I will NOT write extreme violence, noncon, dubcon, gore, or any sort of darker content (nothing against it, it's just not my forte!)

I am most comfortable writing the following characters: Wyll, Astarion, Gale, Lae'zel, and Halsin. I don't have much experience writing the others, but I'll happily take a stab at it!

Giveaway ends on 4-28-2024! Winner will be picked via random number generator!

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A night of passion

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As requested by @ghoulspirits

Hope I captured the moment! Enjoy!

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Fandom: Fallout 4

Pairings: Hancock x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+)

Additional Tags: Smut with plot, romantic Hancock, Public sex, massage leads to sexy time.

Summary: You and Hancock finally find time to have a break and things get heated quick.

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(Not my Gif)

You and Hancock headed into the Third Rail. The last few days have been hell, you have been retrieving caches and dead drops for the Railroad. You needed a break from the constant fighting, you yearned to just sit and have a beer.

"Hey Chuck, two beers." Hancock said as he leaned on the bar,

"Coming right up, mayor!" Charlie replied as he went over to the old, rusted out fridge.

You went to sit on the stool, but Hancock caught your wrist. You looked up at him with a perplexed expression on your weathered features.

"No, no, sweetheart. You and me got a reserved section in the VIP." Hancock said to you in a sensual tone. You quirked your eyebrow and smirked at him.

"Is that so?" You asked with a snarky tone and a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Hm mhm." Hancock hummed in response, he grabbed the two beers and whisked you away to the shadows of the VIP lounge, tucked away from the prying eyes.

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Upon entering, Hancock handed you one of the beers. You took it and popped it open with your pipboy. You plopped down on the old, worn couch. The springs protested under yours and Hancock's weight.

The ghoul flipped his feet up, resting them on the ottoman, taking a swig of his beer. You sipped your own, relaxing finally. Your muscles were tense.

You felt all the pressure in your joints as you rolled your shoulders with a low groan and a furrowed brow.

"You alright, sweetheart?" Hancock questioned, looking over at you.

"Just sore from all that damn fighting and walking." You whined, rolling your neck.

"Well, I ain't no expert, but I can try to help." Hancock offered, you didn't respond verbally, only nodding your head.

Hancock sat up, he put his beer on the floor. You unzipped your vault suit, revealing your skin to your partner. Hancock bit back the moan as he saw your skin for the thousandth time. It didn't matter how many times he saw you; you still stole his breath.

His rough hand trailed down your smooth back, unclasping your bra with only two fingers. You sighed a long breath as you felt the freedom. Hancock watched his fingers mapping your skin and the details of it.

Then he gripped your shoulders, you groaned low, throwing your head back.

His palms and thumbs massaged in the right places. You felt the popping of your joints and the release of your muscle tensity. You were lost in the sensation that Hancock's voice sounded yards away.

When you came to, Hancock was laughing.

"Now come on, sunshine. You keep making those noises, I'll have to cut this short." He said as he growled low, his breath on your neck. You bit your lip; your cheeks were flushed a bright pink.

"Would that be such a horrible thing?" You questioned innocently.

"I would certainly take you up on that offer." Hancock replied, still massaging your neck and shoulders. You turned then, catching Hancock's breath. He bit his lip as his coal eyes were fixed on yours.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous." He said stunned, admiring every detail of your face in the dim light. You were surprised, the first thing he didn't look at were your breasts, instead he fawned over your face, your eyes, your lips.

You smiled to yourself; he had his charm, but sometimes he was about more than sex. Only for you. You weren't an object or a one-night stand that meant nothing. You were his equal, his partner, you were his and he was yours.

Hancock cupped your jaw, you leaned into his touch, kissing his palm. He hummed with contentment. He pulled you in and captured your lips in a tender kiss. He ran his other hand up your body, feeling every inch of your stomach before finally cupping one of your breasts in his large hand.

He gave you a gentle squeeze, you moaned into his mouth and that was his invitation. He dipped his tongue into your mouth. You let him in with no hesitation, your lips danced with each other in a smooth rhythm.

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It wasn't long before things got hot and heavy, Hancock had torn off your vault suit and his own clothes. He held you up by your waist as he laid on top of you, leaving a trail of love bites across your neck and breasts. His fingers were graceful as he smoothed up your back.

He drove powerful thrusts into you, you were glistening with beads of sweat and were a mess of sound. It was music to Hancock's ears.

"That's right, baby girl. Let them know who you belong to." He rasped through thrusts. You cried out, arching your back. Hancock kept you steadied as your body convulsed for the fourth time that night.

Hancock leaned down, kissing your jawline as he slowed to an even pace. Giving you time to recover. He kissed your neck tenderly as he pushed into you slowly.

"You like that, sweetheart?" Hancock purred into your ear; you nodded slowly enjoying the feeling of him filling you up with his immensity.

"You're such a good girl for taking it all." Hancock praised you, you shuddered with delight as his voice rumbled against your sensitive skin. He kissed your lips with a tenderness he only had for you.

You usually liked it the way he gave it, but sometimes you wanted slow, and he provided and proved to be an excellent lover in both times. It all depended on you. He respected your feelings. He never did anything you were against. He always made sure you were okay and if you liked what he was doing. If not, then he'd stop.

He was never rough unless you wanted it. You loved that about him, he gave you options and freedom with your love life.

"You ready, love? Or do you want this some more?" Hancock asked you, kissing your neck gently.

"I want it rough." You growled, Hancock got that mischievous glint in his eye and gave you a devilish grin.

He sat up.

"Spread your legs for me, baby." He commanded, you opened your legs for him, and he devoured you. You threw your head back, screaming in bliss. Your thighs quivered. He was hitting your sweet spot. Your hair was falling over your face, wet from sweat.

Beads trickled down the curve of your breast, your lips were swollen, your body glistened, and your eyes sparkled. You were beautiful. It sent Hancock over the edge. You arched your back, contracting around your lover. Your whole body shook.

"Fuck." Hancock breathed with a hoarse laugh. You laid there for a moment, catching your breath. Hancock smiled, drawing circles on your stomach.

"Enjoy, sweetheart?" He smirked; your eyes were half lidded as you looked at him.

"What do you think?" You quipped with a tired smile. Hancock didn't say anything, just gave you his own genuine smile. You loved how he wore it. It suited him. You were the only one to ever see his true smile. He faked it for others, but he put all his trust in you.

You felt lucky to know him, the true him. Not the show ghoul that he put on for everyone else. The facade. You grabbed his face and pulled him on top of you. He rolled his tongue at you,

"Round two already?" He teased; you shook your head.

"No, just kiss me." You told him, he looked a bit surprised, but didn't protest to the request. He leaned down. He wrapped his arms around your waist, his lips against yours.

The kiss was sweet, not heavy and hot like it was moments ago. This one was tender, gentle, and full of love. Hancock poured his all his feelings into his kisses. This time was no different.

The two of you pulled away for only, but a moment. In that time, your eyes met. You saw the sincerity in Hancock's expression.

"I love you, sunshine." He said, brushing strands of hair from your sticky forehead, you smiled up at him.

"I love you too, John." You replied lovingly. Hancock's smile was bright, he loved his name on your lips, it was a beautiful sound, even more beautiful than your moans, he admitted.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours again, savoring the kiss. Savoring the moment. It was perfect, you were perfect.

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 hancock x reader #fallout 4 hancock #john hancock #hancock fo4 #fo4 #my fanfiction #my writing #hancock x sole survivor #female reader #hancock romance

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You're a spawn too?

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Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Relationship: Spawn Astarion x Fem!Spawn Reader

Warnings: Blood, traumatizing past, reader is a vampire spawn, reader is an fem elven tav.

Summary: Astarion discovers something about you, that he certainly wasn't expecting, yet it was the most obvious. How did he miss it?

Notes: I haven't seen too many fics where Tav starts out as a vampire. Only fics after Astarion turned them. So, I decided to write this little drabble.

The night was an eerie silent. Astarion was being tormented by his insatiable hunger. Cazador's voice berating him in his meditation. He was commanding his spawn to feast upon his fellow elf.

He distorted his features as his master's voice echoed against his skull. He twisted and turned on his bed roll.

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Finally, after fighting the agony of thirst, Astarion opened his eyes and looked over at you meditating not too far from himself. He licked his lips, watching your head loll from side to side.

He stood slowly as to not disturb you or the rest of the camp, his steps were light. His eyes fixed on your relaxed form. He stalked you like the predator he was.

His footsteps were graceful as he stepped towards his companion. You turned, fussing in your meditated slumber.

When Astarion was close enough, it was as though you had sensed him. You plagued his mind with your own memories. Astarion growled, holding his throbbing head.

Memories flashed behind his eyes; his face distorted as he focused on what was being shown to him.

A young elven girl, playing with dolls, a happy child. Flashing forward, he saw a grown girl, but still a child in the eyes of elves, only thirty-one. A happy young woman. Then flashes of her darkest hours.

Blood, so much blood. The girl was beat senselessly. For what he did not know. Then the eyes of his own looked back at him, burning into his soul.

Astarion cried out as he stumbled back, snapping his eyes open.

"Shit..." He said breathlessly, you were staring back at him.

"You're..."

"You're a spawn too?" Astarion said with a shaky voice.

"So, naturally my blood won't sate you." You quipped.

"Though, I'm not declining either." You smirked, playfully offering your neck. Astarion snorted,

"Be careful, darling. I might actually take you up on that offer." He replied.

You only gave him an insatiable look and that was all it took, he glided to the dirt. He pushed you down, you didn't hesitate, even turning your head for him.

Astarion opened his mouth, fangs baring as he went down. He bit down into your neck, you felt that familiar sensation. At first it was uncomfortable, then it eased into comfort.

Astarion drank from you greedily, his hand on the back of your head. You felt your life slipping, you didn't want it to end, but you knew your blood supply was on a shortage as of late.

"Astarion, stop!" You commanded,

"Mhm, of course." The man said as he pulled back, breathing heavily as he licked his lips and stood up. He was laughing,

"Mhm, that was...you are delectable, darling." He complimented, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth before licking it from his thumb.

"As delicious as you were, I need something more filling." Astarion said after a silence,

"I should feed to; you took a lot." You told him,

"Of course, dearest. Happy hunting." Astarion said flashing you a devious grin as he walked away, more confident. You stood there for a minute before heading out to hunt for yourself.

#balders gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x reader #bg3 astarion #astarion romance #astarion #astarion x tav #baldurs gate tav #bg3 tav #bg3 #my fanfiction #my fic #my writing #tav is a vampire spawn #vampire x vampire

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It's blowing up

So, it's come to my attention that my recent fic is blowing up. If you want to ask for future Astarion x Reader fics, my inbox is open. Feel free to request anything. You guys seem to really enjoy it. I appreciate it. ☺️

-Later Darlings

#my writing #my fanfic writing #my fanfiction #over 100 likes #ask me anything #ask away! #anon ask #inbox #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion romance #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion #astarion x y/n #astarion x you #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x durge #bg3 #female reader #fem reader #astarion x female reader #astarion x female dark urge #astarion x female tav

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I need you, darling

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Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Relationship: Spawn Astarion x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Blood (18+)

Additional Tags: Astarion being angry with you, Scared Astarion, Romanced Astarion, Boi is worried sick about you.

Summary: A battle goes to shit and Astarion is the first to notice.

(Not my gif)

As you were trekking the wilds with your companions, you stopped because something lurked ahead.

"Be careful, soldier." Karlach warned you. Your eyes were careful, tracing every shape in front you.

"Astarion, you smell anything?" Gale joked with a smirk, Astarion scoffed at him, crossing his arms across his chest.

"I'm not some type of blood hound!" He said offensively as he turned his nose up. Gale smirked as he waited patiently.

"The blood is average, so it's probably humans. Likely bandits or traders." Astarion replied after a silence.

You treaded carefully, watching the trees with your peripheral vision. Your companions at your back, watching every direction, weapons drawn.

Just then you heard the buzz of an arrow as it whizzed past your head, clipping your hair.

"Archers!" Gale cried, you and your companions took cover then.

"Bandits." Astarion scoffed.

You used your tactics to take out the archer, using your own crossbow. You pierced his throat with a bolt.

"Nice shot, soldier!" You heard Karlach complimenting you. You smirked cocky as you bolted out, a bandit surprised you and took a slash at you.

Your quick reflexes responded, you snapped your hips, the blade missing your most vital organs or so you thought. You were quick to cut his throat. He bled out, falling to the ground, grasping his throat.

Your companions charged out then, Astarion used his dual daggers to slice through the enemy, Karlach used her axe to crush her enemies, and Gale stood back blasting fire.

You used a dagger for the last bandit, throwing with precision and ending his life by getting him in the eye. You smiled victoriously.

Then you winced suddenly, you looked up just as Astarion turned around. The wind had shifted, and he picked up a sweet scent. Karlach and Gale approached.

You stumbled as you looked back down, despite being covered in bandit blood and the men on the ground, bleeding on the forest floor. Astarion knew your scent.

You looked down, your tunic starting to soak as fresh blood gushed from an open wound. You thought the blade missed, but it was apparent that in fact did not.

"Y/N!" Astarion rushed over to you.

"Oh shit, you're bleeding, soldier." Karlach noticed a few moments after Astarion.

"We need to get to camp." Gale suggested.

"I'm fine." You muttered, Astarion wasn't having it.

"You've done one dumb thing today already." He snarled as he picked you up. He carried you back to the camp. Gale and Karlach hot on his heels.

You faded in and out of consciousness, all you saw was Astarion. His face was washed with panic, dread, and concern.

"~Stay with me, my love.~" His voice sounded so far, yet he was right above you. Before it went black you heard the fear in Astarion's voice as he spoke,

"~Don't leave me. I need you, darling.~"

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When you came to, you were at camp.

"She's awake!" Gale cried; the companions rushed over to you. Astarion hadn't left your side.

"What happened?" You asked groggily as you sat up, rubbing your throbbing head.

"You stupid, girl!" Astarion suddenly snapped at you, your heart twinged as you looked up with sorrowful eyes.

"You could have died, you idiot!" He was livid as he fumed. You winced from his raised voice, looking like a kicked puppy.

Astarion relaxed and took a deep breath,

"I'm sorry. I was just worried sick about you, I-" He pursed his lips, you looked at him, still hurt.

"I thought I lost you." He breathed out in a shallow breath. He bowed his head, on the verge of tears.

"Everything we been through, and I thought that was the last of you. As soon as I smelled your blood, I was full of dread, fearing the worst." Astarion explained. He took your hands in his.

"That was a stupid thing to do, but you're not stupid or an idiot. I just couldn't imagine the pain if I had lost you. I-" Astarion explained, he stopped again.

"I care about."

"I love you."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, he had never said those words before without it being some kind of joke. You looked into his eyes and saw the concern and sincerity. He meant it. He loves you.

"Please, for the love of the gods. Please, be more careful next time. I don't think my fragile heart can take that kind of pain again." Astarion pleaded with you, his eyes were genuine, and his voice was shaky. You nodded your head slowly as a smile crossed your lips.

"That's a good girl, darling." Astarion said softly as he leaned in and captured your lips in a tender kiss.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate iii #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate tav #astarion #astarion romance #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #bg3 #astarion x reader #astarion x you #y/n #astarion x y/n #angst #love confessions

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Artemis and Astarion children (grown)

Athena, Ayden, Asher, and Anina.

Athena was born first, then three years later her brother, Ayden was born. Then when they were seven and ten years old, their twin siblings Asher and Anina were born.

Since Artemis and Astarion both have silver hair and red eyes, the traits carried over to their children.

#my oc character #baldur's gate oc #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate tav #astarion ancunin #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #children of astarion and artemis #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #bg3 #artemis oc #ancunin children

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250 posts!

#250 posts #tumblr milestone

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We need to bring commenting back.

People used to comment on web comics.

People used to comment on fanfiction.

People used to comment on fanart.

People used to comment on OCs.

I hate "content" culture.

I hate "consuming content" and scrolling immediately to the next thing.

People used to be excited about the art that other people created.

People used to want to share that excitement with creators.

I hate this future.

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So happy I can now share my piece from this DBTR Community Zine! The theme is "Mirrors and Memories".

You can view the full zine here.

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My Tav just being Tav ❤️ (and simping hard for Astarion 🧛)

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Some more 'Ember is new to having a tail' shenanigans. This time both she and Astarion are learning something new.

(Cue everyone in camp looking over with raised eybrows)

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Protective prompts:

“Get behind me.”

“Hold my hand, okay? It’s gonna be over soon.”

“Close your eyes for me love.”

“When I say run, I need you to do as I say without looking back and don’t wait for me.”

“It’s all going to okay, they would never hurt you again.”

“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

“Listen to me.  . . take deep breaths, yes follow my breathing just like that. There’s no need to panic, I’m right here now, aren’t I? You’re safe.”

“When you love something, you protect it with your entire life at stake, and right now, my guts tell me to do the same.”

“I’ll be back very soon, but don’t come out. Stay there hidden until I come back and try not to make a noise, hmm?” *forehead kisses being a must here*

“I’m so so sorry! I wish I would’ve never left you alone! If I knew this would happen, I would never leave you alone.”

[dez78]

Good lord I went to the Drow Twins after dealing with Cazador. And instead of it cutting to black I got full animation of my durge and Astarion talking.

[dez78]

Astarion's Confession

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