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His crimson eyes could draw blood from the force of their stare.

"Don't frighten me like that again," he told her.

"Why?"

"Why? Did I not just summon a drop of sunlight to restore you?" He held her captive against him. "Are you really so naive, witchling?"

She clung to him, body weak from the ritual just wrung out of her. "No...I'm sorry..."

The bite in his voice thickened. "I hope you are."

The witch winced beneath his venom. Perhaps she had earned the rebuke. Yesterday she would not have seen it so. Tomorrow hatred would poison her blood anew.

But tonight, tonight a strange sense of gratitude overwhelmed her. Her power, her people coursed through her veins.

Her damnation now held her, reborn, in his arms. Could she have survived without him?

She stood on her toes, legs unsteady, fearful yet bold. "Thank you...for saving me."

Before he could speak, she kissed the corner of his lips.

Anger flashed in his eyes. Anger, yes, and amusement.

"That's your gratitude? A paltry kiss?"

He drew her so tightly to his bosom, their heartbeats sounded as one. But in the moments before he took her, she saw his gaze soften.

"I know you can do better than that, my blushing bride?"

"I will..."

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Cursed girl. Soulless girl.

How right they’d been, in the end.

“Not going to beg?”

“No.”

“Good girl.”

The Rite of Tarsakh

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"Trapped"

drawn on procreate

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I'd let the world burn Let the world burn for you [some of my post-canon scenes]

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Share your tavs eyes

I guess I'm starting a tag game ♥️

Tagging @serenaoffaerun @optimisticgrey @alpydk and anyone else who would like to join ♥️

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Yes. Antagonize the vampire you’ve left wanting, sullen and brooding for a year. You’re smart.

Render by @storyshort-art. <3

Contains: knifeplay, blood, being punished by your vampire lord, questionable life choices, and consequences of in-game decisions like going to Avernus. Click for full image. <3]

He ignored her, predictably, and long, silent minutes passed. He finished his project with a long, meandering line that arced between her shoulders, the long line of blood sending cold little rivulets down to her spine. He chased them down greedily, groaning at the taste of her, and finally responding to the innocence of the idea she'd suggested.

“No, darling. No. I should have gone to Cania.” He placed a kiss in the centre of the cuts he’d made, then to either side of the first, making her cry out at the painful sensation of it. She knew the significance of the little game he was playing with her knife, hated it, and hated the way that his prodding of the razor-thin lines of her wounds made her body ache.

“And, in Cania, I would have asked Mephistopheles,” he continued, giving her ass an appreciative squeeze as she writhed in his sheets, “what sacrifices I’d need to make, and what mark I’d have to brand you with, to keep you at my side, and own your very soul. And that would be your eternity.”

"All Your Love is Revenge" - Descent, Chapter 32

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It’s no secret Astarion hates himself. Like he deals with a lot of insecurities and self loathing. He just puts on an act of self confidence and narcissism to properly play the role of sexy vampire.

But I think a lot of people miss when he Ascends this gets so much worse. Not only does he still think he’s only good for sex and has nothing to offer beyond that. Now he’s a monster, not by force but by choice. He choose to become a monster. Now he’s expanded his act from sexy vampire to evil sexy vampire. He’s playing the villain because that’s what he thinks he is. And as we know he’s really not that great at acting.

I think it’s interesting everyone always talks about seeing through Astarion’s facade but when it comes to him ascending they’re so quick to fall for his act all over again.

There’s the line “if you stay with him he will always see you as degrading yourself” in his post ascension romance scene. A lot of people interpret it at face value as he hates and looks down on Tav. But I think it’s miss understood because he could never hate Tav as much as he hates himself. Infact I’d say he has Tav put up on the highest pedestal. He sees them as the kindest most caring person in the whole world. He adores them and holds them in the highest regard. That’s why them wanting to be with him so much they would even put themselves beneath him is the ultimate degradation. It’s also why he feels he has to turn them because he doesn’t believe there’s any reason they’d choose to stay with him of their own free will while at the same time he can’t bare to loose them. He can’t wrap his head around the idea that you could actually love a monster like him.

If you say you want freedom in the reunion party he panics. Why would you want freedom? To leave him? You want to leave him? Why? When he’s given you the only things he’s good for; luxury and sex. That’s the only reason you choose him in the first place. He’s desperate to make Tav happy. With out Tav he has nothing. He is nothing.

He hides his hurt and insecurities behind that mask of the villain, behind his facade of power and dominance. Under it all he’s still the frightened spawn cowering in the kennels. And there’s no one he’s more desperate to hide this from than Tav lest they realize their mistake of caring for him and leave.

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I'm kind of upset. I got too caught up in making "the perfect fanfiction." And now I'm tired and the spark is gone. I want to get it back because I really love the dynamic I created. And the relationship between Astarion and Laithe has a lot of pathos to it that I want to do justice to. Maybe I need to meditate or something. I'll pick myself up and try again. Ain't too late for it, but I'm tired. If anyone has any Ascended Astarion fangirling vibes to send, I would much appreciate it <33

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Another kiss!

The little moment where you see both faces and it feels like each of them plants another kiss and then the other again (second 6 or so), I love that part.

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@arachnomancer Tysm for the Tag in the WIP TAG TRAIN! Laithe kissed him. Softly, timidly almost.

It felt a blasphemous sacrilege, to lay her lips on those that had smiled when her people burnt to ash.

Astarion kissed her in return. Deeply, sensually calm.

The violent brokenness of his heart came to bear at the feet of her bleeding altar.

How long had their dreams foretold this ritual, this ruinous dance between them?

He was a god, yes, but she was his witness. He would claim her, love her, ravish her until she stood fast as his temple.

He would adore her as ravenously as she loathed him. A constant chase of the fiery sun to catch the shimmering moon. Always near, but never enough. Not until the heavens bent to let them touch.

But that accursed dagger would end their chase, eclipsing them as the sun darkened to bow to the moon.

"...Astarion."

The name always held such venom in her mind, in her heart. But on her tongue, the hate unwound. Cold softened to warmth. Confusion knit her brow and her lips remained parted, uncertain. Frightened.

"Laithe..."

A thousand years of seduction lay at his fingertips. With a breath, he could ruin this witch. And he would.

But not tonight.

Not when she looked at him like that. Not when she studied his face, her fingers tracing every dimple, every taut bit of flesh, as if she was attempting to prove to herself that he truly was the vampire she hated.

It was precious.

She was precious.

The night wore on. Hours passed in silence as he held her with a silent, sacred gaze, broken only by a kiss, a touch along her back, a breath to her neck.

She always seemed so surprised when he would claim her lips, so shy as she studied his bosom or when she stole a kiss from him.

He loved it.

She escaped before the night ended, slipped out the door before he could sway her again.

He could wait. He had eternity. She didn't. That's why she would return, soon enough.

To ruin him or be ruined herself. @fivefoxtails @saucy-scribblera lil tag if you all want to share some WIP snippets! <3

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Softie Underneath

(9/? part of “Astarion: In Search of True Self” — [masterpost here])

Maybe it’s just my headcanon, but I like to think there’s another side to Astarion, one he tries to hide: the part of him that genuinely likes children.

Of course, I haven't played his Origin run yet, so this is just the feeling I had during my first playthrough.

Take Arabella, the tiefling girl who stole the idol from the druids to stop the ritual. Astarion was all grumpy about getting involved, but there was something like admiration in his tone, even then. And later, when we ran into her again in the Shadow-Cursed Lands, he actually sounded excited to see her: “Oh, you’re that little idol thief!” - he said it almost with a kind of fond recognition. When we found her again in the Baldur’s Gate sewers, surrounded by corpses, listening to the Weave, Astarion whispered her name so quietly, like he was truly worried.

Then there was Yenna, the girl in Rivington whose mother disappeared. When we gave her some gold to buy food, Astarion didn’t say anything, but quietly approved along with the other companions. Later, when she turned up at camp asking to stay, he teased her, but it sounded more playful than mean. And when Orin kidnapped her, he was visibly shaken. He insisted we go after her and grew defensive about it, muttering that too many children had gone missing lately, and it had to stop.

For me, it’s one of those signs that no matter how much he tries to appear cold or indifferent, that’s not who he really is. There’s always been a warm heart under all that cruelty he was forced to learn.

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His presence overshadowed her. "No spell to greet me?"

She turned away from him, but the chains didn't let her stray.

"Something I never understood about protection spells," he remarked, "They are best effective when spoken aloud. But what if the enchanter cannot speak?"

His finger traced over her lips, where his blood-red sigil sealed her voice.

"Just a simple cantrip and look--where's my little witchling gone?"

Her eyes met his. Panic, fear, and hate, burning hate consumed her.

"Don't look at me like that," he sighed, feigning offense, "You've spoken long enough. It's time for you to listen."

He produced the druid's quill and enchanted ink. A ripple of fear shuddered through her body when the inked tip pressed to her skin.

Listen well enough, the quill scratched along her chest, its words a poison to her mind, and you might escape my chains.

His fangs bared as the ire in her eyes slowly died. "Understood?"

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THIS IS NOT MY ART!!! (pic links to the artist--Lucas Werneck--on instagram) buuuuuuuttttt I will say, it's given me a lot of ideas for Laithe Stay tuned!!

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Kisses

Kisses Lost kisses Foolish things that people put all their stock in. That they either throw away like pennies or wait for like it's gold. Nothing's beautiful about a kiss. It's just a kiss. What you do with it makes it beautiful.

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I love how Astarion's confession only comes after he sees material, measurable acts of the PC's respect and care for him. It's either after you help fulfil the deal with Raphael to help him read his scars, which you have to go out of your way and into danger to do, just for him. Or it comes after you demonstrate that even when pressed and motivated with a reward, you wouldn't force him into something he didn't want, as with not making him bite Araj. For someone who struggles with trust, it makes sense that words are something he would always be able to doubt, but actions that back them up are the real way to win his trust. In act 2, you really get the opportunity to demonstrate how much you care about and value him as a person and he recognizes that. I love it.