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crazy-lazy-elder-sims · 7 months

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To the people that say they hate Gale Dekarios of waterdeep Because he isn't over his ex and he keeps bringing her up, being hung up on his lines comparing you to her and saying ur superior, always mentioning her

Ex. "I love you, much more than myself, more even than mystra, "

Putting aside all the toxic relationship talk and the grooming debate, are you guys aware of what he is actually saying? when he says you put mystra to shame and you make him forget her? What does he actually mean? The magnitude of his words?

MYSTRA IS MORE THAN HIS EX SHE IS HIS GOD !

Yes He is literally telling you "when im with you i forget the god i worship" every time he talks about mystra its not just an ex to him its his god ....

Like are you guys aware of the magnitude of that?

The fact that if you do the weave magic sex insane wizard scene its literally in front of his god that has asked for complete devotion from him yet he is so fucking bold to do that "right in the palm of mystra" FULLY KNOWING THAT?

Man idk about yall but to me gale is the boldest craziest bitch of them all like its not even that hidden with his story line, his insane measures he took to try to prove himself , the multiple remarks and comments , him telling you in front of everyone that he wants to have sex with you right out of battle, not hesitating to threaten to incinerate Astarion with a smile on his face to protect you, him not hesitating to give his all with no fear in love and demanding the same type of love and devotion (this is all said in a positive light btw) but to top this all off he is also indirectly telling you he has abandoned his god for you .... The god that gave him his magic.... AND despite all that he is still the gentle loving kind wise strategic guy we know and love so ...

Come on now how can you call this guy half of the shit the haters say about him he is so complex and real full of contradictions and just written SO well

Sigh can you tell he is my fav blorbo lmao

Here have some pics with his romance quotes to remind you how devoted he is to you

#gale dekarios #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate 3 #yes this was written because yet another dumbass told me directly to my face (on tiktok) that he is a “mansplainy narcissist” girl....

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hijackalx · 5 months

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PRICE OF WIT +18

(tumblr vers.)

SUMMARY: Astarion can be so mean sometimes, but he swears he can make it up to you.

WORD COUNT: 1788

UNDER THE CUT: F!Reader, dom!astarion, VERY sub reader, make-up sex (kinda?), YALL ARE TOXIC AF TOGETHER, mean!astarion, possessive!astarion, praise, choking, biting, sadism and masochism, small mention of gale being a pervert lol

A/N: reworked this to be in second person, and also edited it since the AO3 version did not get that kind of love 💀 some lines/paragraphs have been changed. also this was originally written with act I/act II astarion in mind but i guess it works for ascended astarion too.

"NO! LET ME GO!"

Intelligent with a silver tongue to boot, Astarion can work his way through and into almost any circumstances he desires.

"I HATE YOU!"

A quick way out of a sticky situation? Got it. A smooth approach into a pleasurable one? No doubt. The world is his for the taking.

"I HATE YOU!"

Except for when it's not.

Sometimes his mouth moves faster than his brain. He occasionally says something a little too harsh, a little too cold— ice cold, and it doesn't matter how much or how little he means it, it still hurts.

Wit has a price, it seems.

You claw and shriek in his grasp. You didn't get far before he managed to wrap his arms around you and stop you from disappearing to who knows where. He winces as your fingernails dig into the skin of his forearms. He succeeds in grabbing your wrists and folding them against your body, trapping you against his chest.

"You're acting like a child!" He shouts through an exhausted growl as you continue to resist his hold.

He knows what he said was wrong— it was a snarky slip of the tongue. But you stormed off before he could apologize, so who's really the problem here?

The fire glows and crackles in the crisp night air, accompanied by Gale and Karlach, whose meals have been so rudely interrupted by your shrill screams. Although, they watch the tussle unfazed. This wouldn't be the first time you and him have had a peace-disrupting argument.

"They're the most immature people I've ever met," Karlach takes a bite of her turkey leg, her tone more irritated than anything. "No good for each other, those two."

Gale watches how you kick up dust and dirt just outside of Astarion's tent. He'd only heard pieces of what led to this as you spoke behind the fabric; some kind of complaint by Astarion that has clearly been taken to heart. Sighing, he meets Karlach's eyes, their shared gaze molding into apprehensive weariness.

"Well," he mutters into a lamb chop, "looks like we're in for another sleepless night."

"I love you, I love you, I love you—" your softly whimpered phrase is the only sound to be heard after the camp has settled in their bedrolls for the night.

All Astarion had to do was guide you back into his tent and successfully lay you down. After that, you were more willing to hear him out.

Your bodies are bathed in the gentle lantern light, your back pressed firmly to his bedding and your legs wrapped around his waist. He intertwines your fingers as he steadies your hands above your head. Soft, white locks tickle your cheek as he nuzzles into your neck, his teeth teasing at the skin every so often.

His pace is rhythmical but rough, his hips flush between your legs as he aims for your cervix— his favorite spot. He loves the way you writhe and try to push him away while pleading for more. The way your heels press into his back, how your voice breaks while you call out for him.

"I've got you, sweetheart," his exhales are hot against your skin.

His hand slips down to pinch your side after hearing you stifle a moan, a quick but effective reprimand. You squeak at how he cruelly twists the flesh, your abdomen tensing.

"Don't hold back," he scolds, and you catch how his brows lower in the corner of your eye. Your modesty has offended him.

You screw your eyes shut, mustering up the ability to speak clearly. "T-they'll hear," you blurt out. It's only fair to be considerate to your fellow party members— or at least try to.

Your response makes him laugh, and this time you're the one scrunching your brows. You don't understand what's so amusing until he says, "You wouldn't want to deprive Gale of his own pleasures, would you?"

You go entirely rigid, your face dropping slightly at how sure he sounds.

Questionably, he sits up to examine you, immediately noticing your change in expression. "What?" He asks. "Don't tell me you didn't know?"

Eyes wide and cheeks flushed a deep red, you stare up at him speechlessly. What he's implying is that... gale has been... touching himself while you and him are together?

How perverse.

He coos, squeezing your cheek and giving it a shake. "You're so cute." His condescending tone doesn't make you want to smack him in the face, strangely enough. In fact, you think you might like it judging by the way your stomach turns.

You take a moment to recover from the thought of your private acts not being so private. Noticing this, he balances his hands on the ground beside you, then pulls out before fully sheathing himself again with a fast, hard thrust. Your body jolts like it's been injured, and you can't hold back your yelp. His features are nothing short of devilish upon hearing the sound.

Sometimes he likes to be mean— but sometimes you like to let him.

"I quite like... the idea... actually," he says through breaths while he fucks you, his half-lidded gaze watching how your tits bounce. Leaning down, he begins to leave a trail of bite marks over your chest, each one he soothes with a gentle kiss as if to say 'sorry'. "Imagining Gale all alone—" another bite, another kiss. "—Wishing he were half as lucky as me."

He groans as your hands twitch and grip at his hair. Your back arches off the ground, and he runs a slightly calloused palm over the newly exposed area, tracing the curve of your body.

"Astarion," you say so weakly, so needy. He can't help letting a moan slip at how his name sounds coming from your mouth.

You're close, he can feel it. It's the way you tremble, the way you can't get close enough to him— wanting him deeper, harder, more, more— You're a greedy little thing, but he adores it. He adores you. How couldn't he give you anything and everything you want?

He sits up, his lustful stare heavy and thick as he peers down his nose at you.

You lift your chin as his hand wraps around your neck, allowing him all the access he wants. He begins to squeeze, your smaller fingers prying at his grip.

"You're mine," he watches intently as you squirm under his unwavering stare, his face still and emotionless. "Say it to me."

"I'm yours," you say readily, feeling your heart skip a beat when the corners of his mouth almost split into a proud grin.

"Tell me you won't try to run away again." His hold tightens.

"I-I won't. I won't leave you," you choke out. That's what you told him last time and the time before that. Just as your head begins to feel light and your eyelids heavy, your body buzzes and jerks with an orgasm.

He releases you so he can watch your full reaction; how you writhe and reach for him, how the hands scraping at his chest plead to close the distance between your bodies.

Tears slip down the corners of your eyes— maybe from pleasure, maybe not. He could hold you, but something inside tells him no. It's almost as if to serve as punishment for trying to run off.

Believe him, he doesn't want to punish his baby. But sometimes it's necessary.

Once your high dies down and you're left a heaving, exhausted mess, he grabs one of your limp hands and leaves a kiss on each fingertip. "Ooh," his thumb rubs your palm. "That was a good one."

You know very well that you're not finished. Luckily, he's kind enough to get you off first, even when he's upset with you. He's considerate where it counts, of course.

Or maybe he loves how much he can undo you with a second orgasm.

He caresses your face while you catch your breath. You lean into his touch, almost petting yourself. His undead palm is cold yet gentle, and you somehow find comfort in it. Your eyelids flutter closed.

"You're doing so good for me," he praises softly, his tone no louder than a murmur. "You can go a bit longer, can't you?"

He speaks tenderly and sweet, making your pulse beat even faster. "For me, darling?" He asks as if it's even a question— as if he doesn't know the answer.

Your body aches, worn and tired, yet you nod with eagerness. Anything, you think in your euphoric, fucked-out daze, anything for you.

There are times when you can't stand him, when he's the worst person in the world— but those only emphasize the times when he's the only person in the world; times when he makes you feel warm and loved, and so, so good.

Like when he nears his own orgasm and wraps his arms around you so tight, so close. He holds you like you're the dearest thing he's ever had, your skin pressed together like you're afraid to part.

And he fucks you so good you'll forget the nasty things he says and does, if only until the next time. For now, the way his breaths shake and his muscles contract in yearning— in need, is distracting enough.

"Fuck—" a word you'll rarely, if ever, hear him say. Too vulgar for his tastes, except for when he loses his ability to keep his composure. "Fuck," he hisses again as he thrusts into you, almost hard enough to lift your hips from the ground.

Before you know it, his teeth are sinking deep into the flesh of your neck. You gasp loudly, tangling your fingers in his curls. He stifles his moans by lapping up the crimson leaking from your puncture wounds, finishing inside you simultaneously.

Between the sounds of him reaching his climax and the bite, it's enough to push you over the edge a second time. Extra sensitive, your body reacts more violently than before. Your nails claw and tear at his back, leaving scratches through the maze of scars. The newly raised lines disfigure the old, tiny pools of blood rising to the top— a gentle reminder of your presence compared to his preferred methods.

"That's it, there you go," he pulls away breathlessly, making sure to use slow, flat sweeps of his tongue to clean up the mess he's made. The smeared red on your neck is licked away into a mere stain.

Your bodies finally ease into stillness. Exhausted, he rests his weight on top of you. His face nuzzles into the crook of your neck, eyes shut as you hold him.

Your lips press softly to his shoulder, your head lying against his. The heavy exhales between you alternate, your chests rising and falling deeply until they progress into something more controlled.

Though out of each other's lines of sight, you share the same troubled expression, your brows furrowed and lips pulled into frowns.

There's a long, silent moment of recuperation before he mutters into your ear,

“I love you."

#astarion #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #astarion angst #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #ascended astarion #oneshot

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ticktockmyclockworkhart · 3 months

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Tired of people being so dismissive of/slandering Wyll. Like I’m 1000% on the Astarion train but I recognize Astarion is genuinely a shitty person at times and his trauma doesn’t mean he can be excused from being things like yknow. Canonically racist. Like I adore Astarion but honey. no matter how much I love you you are a spiteful menace who needs to work on himself for real

But Wyll is just so nice and sweet and is such a genuinely good guy!! It disappoints me so much people don’t like him… and also on me liking Astarion, something I’ve seen a lot of in this fandom is a lot of people acting like you can’t like one kind of character without dragging the other constantly. Just because I like Wyll doesn’t mean I hate Astarion. just because I love Astarion doesn’t mean I hate Wyll. Literally all of the companions are deeply nuanced characters and yall need to give Wyll a break for real. When Tav has the option to say “he’s a good man. Maybe the best of us.” to Karlach they are RIGHT.

And it’s not like he’s boring or anything, I don’t know where that comes from… the son of a duke exiled from his home with a deep rift driven between him and the father he loves because a devil got her claws into him and convinced him to sign away his soul for the promise he could protect the people he loved? My guy what isn’t interesting about that?? And I love Wyll even more for the fact that, like Karlach, literally all the shit that gets tossed his way never stops him from being a good person. I always feel so bad breaking his poor heart when the game gives me his act 2 romance scene. Sorry buddy…

Wyll is my guy though and just because this is an Astarion loving zone doesn’t mean this is a Wyll hating zone. Door’s over there if you don’t like Wyll. When my Tav and Astarion get married he’s gonna be the best man. My dragonborn Tav thinks his horns are magnificent. Of fucking course I’ll do a little boogie with the guy.

I’m tired of people acting like genuinely good-aligned characters are boring.

#wyll ravengard

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 7 months

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Hi! So I saw that your requests are open and im absolutely obsessed with the way you write Astarion, Ascended Astarion specifically 🤤 (you got me going crazy).

From the prompt list you gave, i liked this sentence:

❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜

I thought this would be great for an Ascended Astarion and his Spawn!Tav

Again, love your writing, i followed you instantly after reading one of ur posts, and if you do make this request, thank you! 🫶

-Anon ☠️

Thank you anon!! <3 aaaaaa glad yall like these silly writings lol

Send asks using this prompt

Rated M

Warning: it sad

When your master had forced you to be his spawn, he had cared for you the way a person cares for a pet. In your room, cage, he gave you everything. Beautiful clothes, any instrument you desire, a steady supply of blood, and his love. You were his latest spawn, his angel of music, a bird to sing for him alone.

The ascension reminds you of the ritual your master used on you binding you and unwillingly marking you as a child of Kanchelsis. A vampiric beast, the ultimate beauty and power. The ascension is similar, lots of blood and sacrifices; and one person who ultimately benefits.

Astarion ascended… You tried to talk him out of it, begged him not to go down a road you could not follow.

But… He did it.

You feared he would change, change from the man who you wrote a ballad for into a monster who would see the world as cattle. And he does. The only thing he needs is you, only you.

There will be no other dark consort, no other beloved to the Vampire Ascendant, his songbird to sing love to him.

Once more you are caged, bound by another who claims to love you. It hurts. Hurts so much you took an oath of silence.

Astarion has tried anything to make you sing again, to smile, to feel your dawn blessed warmth skin on his.

You ignore him, turn away from your lover, a coldness in your gaze.

"You're mine," He whispered from the shadows as he found a way to show this gift of profane ascension is worth the cost!

Your master tried to steal you away like a thief in the night. At night, Astarion allows you with a thrall to visit the artist for a portrait of yourself. A gift as Astarion knows you will talk to the artist and the thrall while he isn't around.

"And I take care of what belongs to me."

The blood of your master spilled, his heart ripped out and gifted as an offering.

You… You hate how the beast within is pleased and craves the man with bloodied hands and mouth.

"Is that all that I am to you? Something to own?" You spoke, and though the words were not what he wanted to hear, Astarion is happy to hear your voice.

"You are my treasure," Kneeling before you, "My heart, you are everything and more." His blood-covered hands, taking your hand and placing it on his face, his cold cheek on your warm hands.

Lathander's gift of warmth from your body, he misses it.

"My star in the darkness night," His eyes close as you speak, "I gaze upon you so many nights and think:" His lips kissing your palm. "When will dawn free me from you." Pulling your hand away, "You have my body and my mind, but my heart is no longer yours."

You no longer love him. He no longer can love.

#anon ask #reader insert #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x vampire spawn!tav #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion x mc #astarion x reader

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sehtoast · 2 months

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Writer Tag

Thanks for the tag @venus-haze <3

How many works do you have on AO3? 29

What's your total AO3 word count? 230k

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Tender Threads

Satisfy Me

One Big Wet Spot

Say Please

The Hand That Feeds

(All Homelander fics) ^

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Most of the time, but lately I haven't had the energy or the time. My social battery is pretty fucked, but I do read every single one of them and love them

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? So it's technically unpublished, but it basically ends with Ben (my oc) sentencing himself to die pretty painfully alongside Homelander with that thing that got revealed in Gen V. If you know you know

What’s the fic you've written with the happiest ending? Honestly, Envy.

Do you write crossovers? I've done an AU crossover for the same fandom, but not really

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Most of the hate I get is in my tumblr inbox. I haven't really done/said anything about it bc no one really wants to see or hear about it tbh, but I've gotten a fair amount of shit for pairing homie with a guy and then also more for pairing him with a trans guy. I think the only ao3 hate i ever got was barely even hate, more like someone bitching that my tender threads formatting wasn't to their liking bc it's Y/n formatted

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yessir yessir. Honestly just whatever i'm vibin with

Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i'm aware although i don't think i've written anything steal-worthy

Have you ever had a fic translated? no, but @anon-nee has been my personal jesus christ in helping me make sure my english to german translations in tender threads has been accurate. love you nonnums <3

Have you ever co-written a fic before? technically no, but @homelanderbutbig did a collab with me and made this to pair with a fic i wrote, which i feel like is co-creation so i'm gonna say yes anyway. love you HBB <3

What's your all-time favorite ship? honestly i don't really have one, unless i can count my ocxcanon ship in which case it's benlander

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? i have a depowered homelander fic where ben answers the door one day and ryan, now in his late teens, is there to finally see homie again after all those years went by. i adore the concept but i'm like NEVER in the mindset i need to actually write something like that

What are your writing strengths? yall got strengths?

What are your writing weaknesses? all of them

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? i think it's fine so long as there's clarification shortly after for the readers who may not understand, and also that you've somehow gotten it cross checked by someone who actually speaks the langauge so ensure you're not just saying some wild shit. but ultimately do whatever makes you happy idk bro i don't make the rules

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Prometheus! i was am down so bad for david omg

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? astarion/tav. i wanna write something sooooo bad but i just can't get in the headspace for it

What's your favorite fic you've written? probably satisfy me because the role swap was incredibly fun and it's REALLY fucking cool to unbind homelander from his own behavioral patterns and manifest them into a reader's concept. like, of everything i've written, i could most clearly imagine everything that happened in that fic and i'd find myself grinning like a sick fuck while writing about literally eviscerating a man's chest cavity lmao

No pressure tags: @blindmagdalena @hom3landr @irenadel @slasher-smasher and anyone else who wants to participate

#tag game #sehtoast rambles

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heisen-shrine · 2 years

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Favorites

Me: (once again, peacefully playing Pokémon, gets an idea) hey guys...what are yalls favorite Pokémon?

Karl: well you know mine (holds up Mini-Karl, the vaporeon plush)

Me: oh yeah I know but what about the rest of you guys? Yall have watched me play a lot recently and we all know Pokémon is a big deal here...

Elijah: I like that one with the three heads. The dragon one,not the bird.

Astarion: (grins) cerbirdius....

Elijah: no! Hy...hydreigon I think it's called?

Me: yeah that's hydreigon, you're right.

Otto: hm...never thought about it. Call me basic but I like that little crocodile in gold and silver. You have a plushie of him.

Me: oh that's totodile! He's my favorite gen 2 starter so...

Astarion: I think I like weavile or frosslass, though Gallade is a close second.

Oz: what the fuck are yall talkin' about?

Me: Pokémon! (Holds up my 3DS)

Astarion: oh come on Oswald, surely YOU have a favorite Pokémon? Perhaps a certain bird?

Oz: look fancy hair, I don't play this childish bullshit game-

Karl: truthfully we don't either but cmon, we've all watched Ash play. There's over a thousand, including forms and regional variants. There's gotta be ONE you like. No shame in it, penguin man...

Oz: (gives Karl a death glare at the nickname)

Otto: children! Play nice! I hate to say it but Heisenberg's right. Statistically there has to be one you like.

Oz: fine! Its...it's fuckin' zigzagoon...

(Everyone goes quiet a moment)

Me: I happen to really love zigzagoon!

Astarion: (bursts out laughing) zigzagoon?! Seriously! That little raccoon looking thing?!

Me: Astarion be nice! We don't judge here. Well, the reason I ask is because I'm thinking of using my extra copies of diamond, Y, and ultra moon to make a team made up of all our favorites.

(Everyone again goes quiet)

Me: as a little thing for all of us. We can all play together in a sense.

Elijah: getting hydreigon is hard in those games. I'd have to pick another one. If it'd be easier, I like raticate too.

Karl: well I'm game, let's fuckin' do this!

Astarion: the team would have to be spread out a little but I think the ideas nice.

Otto: you'd have to trade over from another gen 2 save for mine.

Me: that's not an issue. I'll just do it when I complete the games.

Oz: I say do it if it makes ya happy. Also ain't none o' yall gonna bash my favorite goon, got it?!

#villain f/o #f/o life #self shipping #self shipping shenanigans #karl heisenberg #doc ock #astarion #elijah kamski #oswald cobblepot

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morgana-ren · 2 years

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**The Church of Ilmater's holy symbol is a pair of hands bound in red cord. My personal hc is that all Ilmatari tie red cord around their wrists. Some are simple, some are in intricate knots, etc. Here's a little idea I had between an Ilmatari paladin and our favorite rat bastard. I wrote this last night and wanted to share.

"...I beg your pardon?"

She had to have misheard him. The pale elf was already on thin ice after his so-called "confession" the other night. If that is what one calls pleading for your life after having been caught with your fangs at someone else's throat. There was no way he would have the audacity to-

"I said, have you ever used those ropes of yours for a bit of fun?"

He did. He did have the audacity.

How was she surprised?

"...These are holy symbols of Ilmater." she replied slowly, as if speaking to a child. She crosses her arms self consciously and gives him a stern look.

Astarion's charming smile didn't falter. If anything he seemed disturbingly encouraged.

"Yes, you said that, darling. I'm asking if you've ever had fun with them. You said earlier they were..."practical"? He raised an elegant eyebrow at her and gave his best, toothiest grin. Gods, he's flaunting it now. He almost seemsed emboldened by her acceptance of him. Perhaps backing him to the group was a poor choice...

"Yes. Practical, as in 'useful'." She takes a deep, beleaguered breath before continuing. Silently hoping he'll receive the message and drop the subject. "I've used them for makeshift tourniquet, emergency restrain-"

"Restraint?" he asks a little too quickly. She narrows her eyes at him in warning.

"Yes. Those who are a danger to themselves and others. The Ilmatari believe its best to show restraint and quarter whenever possible. I've actual-"

"Fascinating." The pale elf cut her off with an obvious, flat smile and an irritating cock of his head. He then turned ahead as if she hadn't just been talking.

Tav rolled her eyes. Thank the Crying Lord for small miracles.

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AKLDSNASD I AM GOIN FERAL HERE I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH

In all my years of rink-dinking about I have never once come up with something as good as using the ropes of Ilmater for bondage OH MYG ODS I love that so much

IF YALL LIKE ASTARION PLEASE CHECK UNDER THE CUT I LOVE THIS

please gods this is so good sweet Bane I love it

Tav knows Astarion hates to be seen this way.

Part of training in the Church of Ilmater is not only how to identify and treat the bodily suffering of others but the suffering of the soul as well. Try as he might to hide it, Astarion was riddled with so many little signs. He kept up a good show, she'd give him that, but every now and again Tav saw through the cracks. She made the mistake of reaching out to him once, out of Ilmatari instinct, and he twisted like a snake. Spitting venom and baring his fangs. For many, vulnerability is a grave sin.

Which is why Astarion has crawled away into this dark corner to bleed and talk to himself. Alone.

Also why he's probably going to bite Tav's head off the moment he notices she's here.

"Get up, get up, getup, getup..."

Tav's heart aches at just how desperate and berating he sounds. She takes a deep breath and asks Ilmater for wisdom. She feels like she's walking up to a wounded animal. Any wrong move would surely be met with teeth. She sees him clearly from where she is but she gives him time to prepare himself. Perhaps she'll be more likely to keep her head that way.

"Astarion? Are you there? "

She sees him stiffen but he doesn't turn. She hopes he is simply composing himself.

"...Here. Hurry up."

Leave it to him to sound like he's talking to slow staff while he's bleeding out and calling for help. She almost feels like struggling to find him in all this dark.

He can thank Ilmater she does not.

"I'm here. Show me where."

He sort of collapses over onto his side. Tav jolts forward as if to catch him but he pushes her back with one hand as the other clutches his now exposed stomach. Tav resists the urge to cringe at the wound.

"Whatever got you, got you good."

Astarion scoffs. Sounding haughty even bleeding out. "That bad then?"

Tav scolds herself for her choice of words. "No. Sorry. Nothing I can't fix. "

He closes his eyes and she can see him struggle with his own face. His breathing is hard and ragged. He's scared but is trying to act annoyed. She braces for whatever venom he spits when she starts tending his wounds.

"...Don't let me die without knowing, darling."

Tav's brow furrows but she doesn't look up from her work. "You're not dying. ...and what are you talking about?"

"The red bindings on your wrists. Ever have fun with them?"

Tav closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Crying Lord, give her strength.

"Do you really want your last words to be asking this question?" She shakes her head, still refusing to look at him.

"I thought you Ilmatari were all about offering..." he stops and hisses a little when her hands finally press against the worst of his wounds. "...o-offering comfort. " Tav's eyes catch him biting his lip after that last bit. His eyes open and dart towards her but she quickly looks away. He's being ridiculous while there is work to be done.

Still. He is hurting.

"... would knowing really bring you that comfort?"

"Well, that or that warm neck of yours, darling..." he reaches up towards her half-heartedly. She rolls her eyes and casually slaps the hand away.

He laughs at her. "You know, I realize with that silly Oath of yours anything short of a 'no' out of you is a 'yes'."

By the Crying Lord she hated this man.

She lets out an incredulous huff of air and shoots him a warning look. He smiles dangerously at her. She realizes she's humored him far too much. He's become far too bold.

Tav sighs in defeat. " No. I have never used my God's holy symbol for 'fun'. Happy?"

"Not really..." he pouts and turns away. Tav can feel him tense and withdraw beneath her hands.

She lifts a hand to hold him still and she swears she sees him snarl. She sighs again and feels her face grow hot. "... would it make you feel better if I told you I have.... thought about it?" She struggled through the sentence, choosing to stare at the bloodied ground next to them instead of daring to look at him.

There's a brief, suffocating moment of silence before Astarion lets out a genuine laugh. Tav feels herself combusting and looks towards the heavens as she presses harder into the still healing wound.

"Think you can go on dying knowing that?" She grumbles.

"Darling, I could go on living knowing that."

She feels his fingers finding the loose ends of the red cord tied around her wrists. She could probably pass as a tiefling as red as her face felt in this moment. Her sacrifice pays off however, as she feels him begin to relax beneath her. The wound begins to knit faster and his breathing relaxes into an eerie almost nothing as he lets the divine warmth radiating from her hands wash over him. Tav risks a smile. It almost feels like a victory. She wouldn't dare share that bit with him though.

#submission #Morgana and friends #THE ABSOLUTE GENIUS HERE #FUCKING BIG BRAIN #CANT BELIEVE I NEVER PUT IT TOGETHER

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ASTARION SFW HEADCANONS:

yall he would be so embarrassed by how vampires are portrayed in the media. like enraged 😭😭 he feels like they make him look like a joke and would refuse to watch/read anything with vampires in it bcz nobody ever gets it right. but if modern day tav DID ever get him to watch twilight with them he would be like shrinking into his shirt from secondhand embarrassment AT FIRST but i feel like he would eventually get invested LMAO like u know how dads stand in front of the tv and get stuck there bcz theyre too interested lol that kind of vibe

sooo hedonistic and materialistic like he loves all things luxurious, chocolates, expensive fabrics, comfortable furniture etc. he does NOT want to settle for anything less. but this also means he expects the same for tav 🥰 but he's kind of messy too? like it makes sense with being materialistic bcz eventually youll have lots of clutter. his tent has all kinds of unnecessary shit

hes lowkey sentimental. LOWKEY THOUGH he would never admit it. like if tav ever gave him something like idk, a necklace they found or something and said it made them think of him he'd literally keep it forever and ever. dont call him out on it tho bcz he'll get defensive af 😔 HES SUCH A BABY

tav and him will argue A LOT but thats because he purposely pushes ppls buttons. (nsfw mention) its like foreplay to him and if u read the nsfw section youll see why lol

so sooooo jealous but only if he feels like youre getting too close to someone else. like initially i dont think tav sleeping with someone else makes him jealous bcz of his backstory like he doesnt rlly view sex as something that only happens between two ppl that love each other and thats what would bother him the most. and i think hes only open sexually bcz hes conditioned himself to be that way, like maybe after a while of being with tav it really would start to bother him if they were sleeping with other ppl and he'd eventually want to be exclusive.

also he cares abt tav so much. like he pretends like he doesnt but if they freak him out enough theyll see just how much he worries abt them and wants them safe 😭❤️

love language:

giving = words of affirmation. he loves to call tav pet names and comment on how good they are at things and how good they look etc. he LOVESSS it especially if tav responds to it in any way (physically or verbally) bcz he also loves to tease lol. also dare i say physical touch? like just innocently touching tav all the time. this i feel bcz he (spoiler???) rlly enjoyed the hug during his confession scene and also wants to hold tav's hand after. (end of possible spoiler) like he'll prolly do little things like rub tav's back or caress their face randomly while theyre talking to him lol all very sensual tho hes a very sensual man

receiving = words of affirmation and physical touch lol both in the way i described before. i dont think he would like tav teasing him tho most of the time he gets genuinely pissed off 😹😹😹 hes just a lil short tempered

apparently hes 5'9 but i dont know where thats coming from lol i dont get that vibe he looks pretty lanky i would say between 5'11-6' is more realistic like lets be honest a 5'9 man lured back all those victims for cazador? be so fucking for real 😭😭 also decent muscle tone not scrawny but not SWOLE

ASTARION NSFW HEADCANONS:

lets go girls and gays 👯 for starters i dont really see him enjoying being submissive at all like u had to roll a 15 to even get the mf to say 'please'. i think this is especially because he hates having his autonomy taken away from him but he has a controlling personality in general (he was deciding ppls fates as a magistrate before cazador 🧍🏼like HELLO what the fuck was that 😹😹) . he likes to call the shots BUT i dont think hes selfish (kinda feel like hes a giver lowkey?? are we feeling the service dom allegations ??) he just withholds what tav likes until they do what he wants or theyre good for him. he always remembers to reward them tho 😇

he LOVES BRATS (hence the arguing mentioned before) !!!!!!! theyre his absolute favorite like theres something abt putting someone in their place that turns him on so much. theyre also so fun. he usually does it by being mean and degrading them tho lol. but once they submit to him hes so soo sweet. theyll also get bonus points for calling him something that implies hes above them (daddy, sir, master) but he wont make them. he prolly likes to see if he can make them do it voluntarily for an ego boost lol.

hes sadistic in the sense that he likes to “hurt” tav but not in extreme ways. he likes them too much for that. like he'll pull their hair and choke them (bite them) or something but he wont cause them horrific pain if u catch my drift. i still feel like hes into seeing them cry tho lol like if they go to him for a shoulder to cry on he'll try to act sympathetic but he'll also pop a boner HELP HES THE WORST

takes forever to cum like bro 🙄 I GOT RUG BURN ON MY PUSSY !!!! also has a very attractive pp probably 6-7 inches? like its textbook perfect. upwards curve. pink tip. shall i go on.

he wont do this to a one night stand but if he likes tav enough he'll want to mark or claim them in some way. like leaving bite marks and bruises EVERYWHERE or even cumming inside them.

also not as kinky as u would think like keep ur questionable kinks away from this man he will judge so hard. MAJOR kink shamer. in short no u cannot piss on him lmao leave peepaw alone

aftercare with him depends. at first its rlly cold and u get corny rehearsed lines and he cant wait to go sleep by himself 😭😭😭 BUT after he catches feelings hes very attentive and will help tav clean up. also will prefer to stay with them until morning.

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