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ourdreamsareneon · 7 months

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okay *cracks knuckles* I did a post about gale, time for his better half - astarion

Some of you don't have media literacy and it shows.

I dont know where to start so I'm gonna go hard before getting soft (insert sex joke.) Act 1 astarion is an asshole. He's manipulative and toxic and uses his power as a ~230 year old vampiric high elf to manipulate you into (among other things) having sex with him. I understand falling for him at that point, that's not your fault it's just the game gaming and the writers are really good at how they write his manipulation. However, it does strike me as strange that some of y'all get to the scene where he confesses to using and manipulating you and you....don't care? 'He's just damaged! its not his fault!' babygirl, someone can have a good reason for hurting you, but that doesn't take away the pain. I'm not saying that you shouldn't still love him, but it's strange how many of you disregard that scene. I know for me at least I was saddened by it and definitely was a little wary about him afterwards until beating Cazador and unlocking the nice happy healthy Astarion relationship.

Now here's where we get soft to prove that I actually like Astarion. The reason that confession stings for me is because I have many a memory of being SA'd then being told "I'm not even into you, you were just there." Ever since I stopped being a girl and became a woman, something that happened all too early in my life, I have been used and abused. And hey, sorry for making my Tav the exact same way but I like processing my trauma through D&D. I relate a lot to Astarion. Hurt people hurt people and I know that better than anyone. I also know better than anyone that picking yourself up and healing from that hurt sucks ass. Which brings me to two points. Um apologies for getting hard on you again.... insert another sex joke here.

1) Astarion isn't ace. I've seen this briefly and while I appreciate the need for queer rep, and love headcanons, I do think this discounts the struggle a lot of SA survivors go through. Okay, back to my life so we can compare. When I was chin deep in my abusive relationships and just general shitty time of my life, I was fucking and sucking literally so much it hurt. However as soon as I got out of that situation, I basically became celibate for 2 years. I didn't know how to have sex in a way that was healthy, or that wouldn't make me feel awful about myself. It was only this year that I was able to finally have sex in a way that made me happy. I think you'd be blind not to see Astarion in the same way. He's just a hurt man that is trying to rediscover and heal himself. Which is why he doesn't care about Tav and Halsin, and why you can have sex on his grave. He is very sexually open he just needs some time.

2) Ascended Astarion isn't sexy and I don't think some of you are ready for that conversation. Look I don't have time to go through this because I have a meeting in 30 minutes because I'm an adult with bad time management. But I just. Come here. Come real close. Abusive relationships aren't hot and sexy. We all love a little bit of kink but if you don't see Ascended Astarion as clearly the bad choice, I'm very confused. He's so sweet and loving and kind and HEALED if you don't let him ascend, I can't imagine not wanting that. And like I said, kink is fine! And ascending him because you're doing an evil run or whatever is also fine! Just please, I need teenagers to stop romanticising abuse because the media you consume does rub off on you.

TL;DR I love Astarion with all my heart, but by the writers own admission he was created as a Try Not To Overly Sexualise an Abuse Survivor Challenge and y'all are failing left and right!

#refusing to read this before posting because my cat sat on me and now im over stimulated #also ive been in love with neil as soon as i saw Gavin Reed breathe in dbh so im not better than anyone #it just saddens me i think bc it feels the same as ppl who sexualise my trauma #i also literally have a side blog dedicated to Billy Stranger Things so this isnt avout the good victim/bad victim thing #because that doesnt exist and if it did i wouldnt be on the good side uwu #anyway let me know what i missed or just scream at me to shut up lol #bg3 #balders gate 3 #astarion ancunin #astarion #tw: sa mention

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astarions-blackswan · 9 months

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There will be spoilers about Astarion in this post, so feel free to keep scrolling if you don't want to read them. I tried to tag it properly, because I don't want to be an asshole and ruin all the nice things for people. I'm just kind of rambling here because it's 3am and I can't sleep.

The endings for Astarion are interesting. It's a lot to take in, in both scenarios. I wouldn't label them 'good' or 'bad' necessarily, but that's just me.

The 'bad' ending, I think, has so many layers to it. But it's not just about Astarion becoming darker, more sinister and evil, it's Tav too. (Should Tav choose to become immortal with him, I should say.)

Astarion is already acting like Cazador. As a spawn he detested his treatment, and was traumatized and horrified of the things Cazador had him do, knowing the whole time Cazador had zero plans to make him a full vampire. Astarion, along with the other spawns, were just mere playthings, amusements. Cazador had all the power, why give that power to a spawn? And Cazador was possessive of his spawns. Obsessed, even.

And Astarion is making Tav a spawn, with no mention of making them a full vampire. And he doesn't use the word spawn--he goes around the question when Tav asks him if they are to be a spawn or vampire. He replies Tav will be his consort. (I forget what he says in response to Tav saying, 'I want to be a true vampire.')

Which, okay, means Tav will be their partner--but would he call all his spawns consorts? Perhaps, perhaps not. Tav, most likely, will not be his only spawn. Because Astarion will grow bored. Yeah, he thanks Tav for giving him everything and tells Tav how perfect and amazing they are, but Astarion oozes charisma and is full of vampiric charms. Flattery is like a second language to him.

(Kind of reminds me when he wants to sleep with Tav for the second time, much earlier in the game, and Tav can say 'Did that work on Cazador's targets?' when he starts with all his lines of love, and he responds 'It worked on you, didn't it?' Ouch.)

He reveals, before he starts falling for Tav (Act I, I think) that he slept with them to manipulate their feelings, make Tav become attached to him so they wouldn't throw him out.

He's definitely chaotic neutral until this point, and Tav's help can take him in either direction. Now as a true vampire, with Tav as his spawn, his obsession and possessiveness comes out, and gone are the (possibly) real feelings he had. He's not even worried Tav will turn on him--because Tav will obey him without question, not needing to 'force' Tav to comply. He knows Tav won't stray far, either, as Tav needs his powers to function in daylight.

He knows Tav is absolutely in love with him. He probably harbors some affection for Tav, but it's doubtful that it's real love. He definitely favors Tav (for the time being). Which is...also why he has zero respect for Tav, because Tav is degrading themselves to be with him.

He knows what it's like to be a spawn. It's a very degrading existence as one is not even their own person anymore. He even says so--he's killing Tav's mind.

BUT this is what Tav wants. Because, perhaps, Tav likes to be degraded, and Astarion picks up on it. Because Tav just wants to be with Astarion.

I can picture several hundred years later Astarion locking Tav up if he becomes bored with them. It's sad, but would Tav even care at that point?

I don't know, I like the 'bad' ending. There's a lot going on in it, but essentially it's just his past repeating itself, except now he's the true vampire and Tav is the subservient spawn.

More aptly put, it's either let Astarion continue the story by becoming that which he has hated his whole undead life, letting the wheel turn as it always has, or having him break that wheel, and become someone more--kinder, someone who pets bunnies.

I wish there were more variations on his endings...perhaps there are, but no one's discovered it yet. It would be nice if one could cure him without him becoming such a meanie.

I need sleep lol.

#baldur's gate 3 spoilers #bg3 spoilers #astarion spoilers #astarion bg3 #astarion

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moramaisis · 2 months

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Characters: Ascended Astarion x Tav tiefling (Arsenia)

Pairing: M/F

Status: Happily evil together. Arsenia is Astarion's vampire bride. Keywords and warnings: Villain couple, dommy tav, heavy smut, biting, oral sex (m and f), rough/gentle, humping, dark humor, dark romance, unhinged horny women.

Gore & murder in the last chapter. This is horror smut with villains, so beware. If you watch horror movies you should fine.

Summary: Arsenia and Ascended Astarion are having a romantic moment in nature, when they are interrupted by robbers. Poor bastards have walked into a deadly trap without even knowing it. Arsenia decides to put up a show for her beloved vampire. A show that will be hard to forget.

Ao3

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I find it especially funny that we're still stuck at camp. Astarion received Cazador's palace as his bloody inheritance, and yet here were are. In his tent. I do like it actually, the nature sounds are soothing, not to mention the smell of campfire smoke and the endless starry sky. I love the strong yellow cast of light that emits from live fire, our weary faces encircling the flame suddenly seem less dull.

Tonight, however, we're sitting away from the others. At the top of an old disintegrating tower, watching the tiny crescent moon. Astarion is sitting with his knees bent and i'm spooning him from behind. My arms envelop his shoulders and come to rest at his chest. I spread my legs to be as physically close as possible and so he's wedged between my thighs. His right hand is resting on my knee, gently caressing it with his thumb.

"So many things need to be changed once we move into that castle. The bats can stay, but someone has to become the designated poop scooper. Unless, you can train the bats to use a litter box."

Astarion's voice erupted in a trilling laughter.

"So that's why he kept so many fanatics! Cleaning shit and blood in hope of eternal life is a fate worse than death. But you're right. The palace is in need of a spring cleaning…and has been for a few hundred years. Especially now the biggest pest is gone. "

I smiled and rested my chin on his shoulder, his curls tickling my nose.

"I do like the torture dungeon though, that will come in handy. Not something easily found while house hunting."

"Excited by chains, my treasure? Already counting the cages and assigning shackles? I feel sorry for those poor fools that have crossed you."

"You don't have to go down there you know…. or see any cages." I rubbed my nose against his ear. "I'll make sure all the rooms with bad memories will be cleared out. Maybe even take down a wall or build a two."

Astarion glanced at me and i felt a squeeze on my knee.

"That is very sweet, but you don't have to worry about me anymore. I'm stronger, more powerful than i ever could've imagined. The pathetic past version of me is gone." He paused, adding with a low alluring tone. "I will keep you safe. You're mine."

I held his gaze as a pleasurable sensation fluttered up my loins. I wanted to kiss him, bury my claws into his shoulders and hear him scream my name. But, instead, i just marveled at his features, this gorgeous night, the choir of insects surrounding us. Savoring.

I brushed my cheek against his, smiling.

"Don't say that. You were never pathetic. I fell in love with that version of you, so, by saying that you're insulting me. You were beautiful, full of bloodthirst and revenge. A wolf who has broken its cage and is pacing restlessly. A hunter ready to strike. A hunter licking it's wounds…"

His eyes never left mine as i spoke and his expression changed ever so slightly, it was almost unnoticeable, but for a second he looked like that old Astarion. That one with the saddest eyes. Then it was gone, but he was intently listening, alert and curious.

"My greatest treasure, why are there bards in the world, if you could put them all out of work with just two lines?"

"And you were an asshole. I'm happy to see that never changed." I grinned since he knew i loved to tease him.

Astarion huffed with a smirk.

"Assholes look the best wearing capes and sitting on thrones. Don't you think I'm practicing for my grand finale?"

"You'll need a smaller cape or the crowds will mistake you for a bedsheet blown off the line."

I burst out laughing seeing his baffled face.

"You just had to ruin the moment, didn't you…you wretched little thing!!"

Astarion shoved me to the ground, which didn't take much force at all since i was still laughing. He turned around and climbed on top of me, pinning my wrists into prickly grass. Usually, this kind of move would've made me uneasy, but not with him.

He whispered softly, "only you speak about my past self in such a way. As if it was something worthy of loving. I don't understand why, but i appreciate it."

I lifted my head from the grassy pillow and kissed him, he replied more tenderly than usual. I made him part his lips and turned up the heat. Our kiss became fast and eager. My tail coiled around Astarion's leg, even though a large part of it was pinned underneath us, the squeeze was palpable. He pulled his lips away with noticeable reluctance and slid down onto my neck. My neck muscles bulged as i arched my back, inviting him closer. He didn't waste time and sank his fangs into my flesh. I uttered a faint growl, my body tensing as a sweet tingle of lust spread up from my loins. I thrust my hips against Astarion, wrapping my thigh around his waist.

In the heat of the moment he loosened his grip on my wrist and i broke free. I cupped the back of his head, held him, as he drank from me, i shared my body like a bountiful fountain of eternal youth and desire. My hips writhed in unison, relishing the delicate friction the body above provided. Astarion released my other wrist and moved his hand to my bosom, slid it down my body and slipped under my dress. I wore a long black gown with two slits just for this kind of occasion. His touch was keenly welcomed by my wet folds and he greeted them back by caressing the swollen bud. My hips thrust eagerly against him, my hands grabbing the fabric of his shirt and yanking with such force the fabric tore. His teeth were in my neck, his fingers were inside me and i was ecstatic.

"Oy, look what these ungodly wenches are up to, in plain sight and all!" A mocking voice arose from somewhere in the darkness, accompanied by chuckles and whistling.

My eyes fluttered open, they were hard to miss. Four men standing how far from us? Maybe 10 steps, maybe 15? By the looks of them, and the daggers hanging from their belts, they were here with a purpose. This wasn't my first encounter with peeping toms or robbers. My gaping mouth, that was gasping for breath just seconds ago, turned into a snarl of disgust. Astarion arched his back like an animal, released my neck, and averted his cold red eyes at the speaker.

The blond highwayman stared at him with a grin.

"Good sir, i'm sure you paid a pretty coin for that lass, but you have more than enough for all of us."

My eyes narrowed as i stared the men down, took note of their weapons. I was sure Astarion did the same. He stood up calmly, took my hand and pulled me onto my feet.

Two highwaymen moved closer, it was unclear whether they noticed there's something off about us or not. Their torches cast harsh shadows on our faces.

"Never seen a tiefling selling herself, at least not in these parts. Are they any good? Being so spiky all over?" a voice from the back chirped.

"Your pouch. Give it and you can carry on." The blond made an indecent gesture.

We looked at each other in silence, i could see the anger on Astarion's face. I could've torn through these men like butter, but i was curious to see Astarion's reaction. We were interrupted, i was still horny, wet and yearning for my eternal lover's touch. So, i half-smirked and gave my beloved a playful wink. Astarion's eyes gleamed with excitement, he knew i was up to something…something no good.

I hung my arm around Astarion's neck and kissed him like a widow kissing her resurrected husband. My thigh emerged from the slit, rubbing Astarion up and down, making sure to catch his hardened cock. Astarion's was dragging his nails down my spine, slowly, possessively - he knows how much i adore it!

I parted the kiss and said quietly, "I have a little party trick i'm dying to show you. Eyes on me. As for these fools…they need to die for killing the mood."

Astarion whispered, "Whatever games you're playing, my eyes are always on you, little dragon."

Astarion calling me his little dragon made my giddy with joy… and lust. I'm a draconic bloodline tiefling, so honoring my ancestors is very important to me.

I turned to highwaymen and caressed my breasts. "Tieflings don't sell themselves to just anyone. And this one here is out of your budget."

The highwaymen watched speechlessly, exchanging dirty looks mixed with arrogance. Finally, one stepped forward pulling out his dagger and stabbed me. The dagger didn't even touch my skin, it stopped a centimeter away. Astarion was holding his wrist, tightly enough the robber whimpered.

Astarion's gaze travelled around.

"If you're still here you're either exceptionally stupid or desperate. I'm guessing the first, since you haven't caught on who you're dealing with." Finished, Astarion snapped the man's wrist with a loud crackle. The man screeched and fell on his ass, his hand now flopping around like a meaty puppet.

"What in the hells are you?! Boys, take em, don't run! Take these monsters down!" the blond yelled at his remaining men, who were slowly backing away.

I took off running, my long black dress fluttering behind me, slits tearing, hair a wild mess and pure bloodlust in my eyes. I ran up to the nearest highwayman - his trembling hand gripped a large hunting knife. My reflexes were lightning fast, i kicked him in the balls and he fell to his knees, grunting like a feral pig. He tried to cover his family jewels, but i took a hold of his arm, stretched it out and kneed it from the underside, breaking the joint. The highwayman screamed like a banshee and i repeated the move on his remaining arm. Now, mangled and in horrible pain, the robber simply crawled around on his knees like some deformed animal.

As i was having fun with my prey, the third man tried to escape. Since we were in an overgrown tower there wasn't much coverage of any kind. The man thought the path was clear and sprinted towards an opening. Before he could reach it a cloud of black mist materialized before him. Astarion's face emerged from the misty tendrils - with a furrow on his brow and a grin.

"You wanted my money? So why are you running from me?" He grabbed the robber's throat and lifted his feet off the ground.

"You insulted my consort and that was the moment you sealed your fate. Now, excuse me, i have a surprise waiting for me."

Astarion tightened his grasp until his nails ripped trough the man's throat and he suffocated in a pool of bloody bubbles.

Astarion walked towards the center of action, calm and collected, his face splattered in red. I had cornered the blond one. He was in a state, sweat stains under his armpits, moist face, trembling hands.

"Curse you, demons, devils, whatever the hell spawned you! I'm going to gut you like pigs. You will pay for what you did!" The man jabbed his dagger forward, aiming for my stomach. He missed, i was simply too fast; barefooted in grass that will absorb all the blood. And sprout new leaves, new flowers, new life. These men were just compost.

"Remember, Astarion, you once asked how strong a tiefling's thighs are ?" i asked looking at him with a menacing smile. "I'll answer you today."

I made a quick step towards the highwayman, he flung his dagger at me, i dodged and kicked him in the face. He gasped and staggered backwards. I took off running again, pounced off the worn stone wall and landed on the robber's shoulders; his head now squeezed between my thick thighs.

Astarion walked closer, visibly thrilled by what comes next.

"Are we getting a demonstration? I hope so, for science…of course." Astarion tapped the highwayman's nose.

The robber mumbled, "please…have mercy…pl…"

I tucked the middle part of my dress behind my back, so the spectacle would be unobscured. Then i began squeezing my thighs together. My muscles bulged and danced like the strings of a violin in the hands of a musical genius. The highwayman began choking and sputtering, snot dripping from his nose, skin turning a shade of bright red, eyes welling up with tears. I steadied my hands on his shoulders and looked Astarion in the eyes. They were half-lidded and intense, the man could not take his eyes off me. I smiled, ran my tongue over my upper lip, and pressed my thighs together at full force.

The highwayman's mouth gaped, scleras red, as his blue eyeballs popped out of his face and my legs met with an earthshattering crunch. It was an explosion of blood, crimson red shower all over my dress, white hair, decolletage, face. I ran my clawed hand across my brow, trying to wipe off all the blood and pieces of gore. The body underneath me had collapsed and i was sitting in a buddle of blood. My dress soaked and clinging to my body, highlighting my curves, my sharp edges…. and my pleased smile.

Astarion observed me with an expression that was hard to describe - proud, amazed, enticed, aroused even. His eyes caressed by body from top to toe, as if he caught a glimpse of some rare beast basking in the sun. Me, dressed in blood and gore. Engaging my thighs with such force did nothing to ease the aching desire between my legs. It only intensified my lust. I beckoned Astarion closer while invitingly spreading my glistening bloody legs.

He put his hands onto my thighs and stroked them gently.

"That was quite the display of power, my little dragon. I'll make sure to never underestimate your beautiful thighs ever again." His voice was heavy from desire.

Astarion brushed my inner thigh and pressed his face against my skin. I exhaled loudly. He proceeded to lick the blood from my leg, slowly, with enjoyment, moving up until he was in my crotch. I gazed down to the tongue marks left behind and caressed Astarion's soft hair.

"You're right, but these are at your service," i said unapologetically whilst spreading my legs wider.

"Oh, you're magnificent. And you shall serve…" He spoke alluringly whilst diving into my crotch and brushing his tongue against my throbbing folds.

I gasped and thrust my hips upwards, yearning for more. To be played with. To be teased. He fondled my inner thighs, made sure to keep me wide open. His tongue was hard at work, licking blood off my pussy, inspecting every crevice, and he was thorough. I supported myself with one arm and used the other to sink my claws into his shoulder. My ears caught a faint moan. It was pure bliss, his tongue running across the bud over and over, giving it an occasional tongue flick. I started rocking my hips, the building pleasure driving me insane. Suddenly, he paused to move to my inner thigh and gave it a sharp nibble. I growled out in a lust filled rage. My fangs exposed, eyes glowing in the darkness. He smiled, pleased with himself.

A sound carried over by the wind, reaching my ears. It was a faint whimper. I turned my head and remembered that i had left something behind. The last two highwaymen were still alive. One was crawling on his knees - trying to get up, but struggling to against the stone wall, both of his arms dangling limply. The other was dashing across a field. I cackled, there was something so grotesquely funny about that.

I brought my hands above my head and channeled the magic, calling to my blood. In the distance two poor souls burst into flames and screaming commenced. My insides tingled with lust, i felt like a god… and i shoved my lover's head back where it belonged. He didn't resist me, his tongue danced around my swollen bud. I rocked my hips, feeling the build up of an orgasm coming. Moving my hips faster and faster, gasping, growling like a beast in heat, as the distant screams were dying down. My cheeks flushed and i threw my head back, a husky scream of delight escaped my throat. It was powerful.

Astarion rose, grabbed me by the hair and kissed me ferociously. His face was smeared with blood, his clothes soaked in crimson and pieces of flesh. I kissed him like i was ready to eat his face off. I wanted more, he was my plaything too. All mine, and also aching.

I grabbed his shirt and tore it open, his chest gleaming in the darkness. I fought free of his kiss and lunged at his chest, nipping it in various places, running my tongue over his nipple. His breath quavered, quickened even, and he yanked my hair. I stared him down and ran my tongue over the edges of my teeth, checking their sharpness, it was a warning. I wanted to make him come.

He pulled me into another kiss, using my hair as leverage, and my hands were undoing his pants. As we kissed my hand dove into his pants, stroking him. His breath trembled against my lips, his hand reached into my dress, grasping my breast. I started stroking him slowly and sped up until i had coaxed a moan from his lips.

Then i shoved him onto his back, being quite vicious, if i'm honest, and took his member into my mouth. It was my plaything, nobody could deny me my favorite toy. I edged him, teased him with my hot draconian breath; and when he was ready to burst, i let him finish. After everything was over i crawled into his arms and he squeezed me tight. Two immortals, coated in red and lying amidst mangled bodies. The world was ours to take.

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