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actually you know what, fuck it. i'm moving astarion to taleswritten. i just can't keep up with two blogs right now between my schedule of babysitting.

like this if you'd like me to transfer our threads there <3

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while i'm uncertain if i'm going to do this, how many of you would be okay with following me over to my multi if I move Astarion? I just think I rather have everyone on one blog and while there is DDNE on that blog it will be no different than what's on this blog.

basically what i'm saying is, i'm trying to gather interest for who would be okay with continuing threads over on @taleswritten

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Astarion gets the hint right away, adjusting so that he can more easily pour the potion into his mouth. He's silent as he tips the potion bottle to allow Gale to drink all of it down.

When it is empty, he plucks it from Gale's fingers and put it aside and leans back on his knees in front of Gale, crimson eyes studying the wizard with intent on making sure that he's fine and doesn't need another potion.

He seems alright.

He think looks between the vial and Gale when he mentions obtaining more potions or a scroll. It's a good idea but Astarion doesn't want Gale to go out of his way to feed him. He'll be fine, he's always fine.

Still, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted by the delicious taste of Gale's blood. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to sink his fangs again and get so close to him he's in his lap, greedily drinking his blood.

The thoughts are quickly pushed aside in favor of focusing on Gale and his words. "You're too sweet, darling. It's not the first time I've been starved, however. Are you certain? I can fare just fine without it, no matter how delicious your blood is."

"But—" The word fell flat as the vampire slipped away. Gale's tired eyes followed him as long as they could, until Astarion melted into the shadows, swift and silent as always. It was a skill that Gale found both impressive and utterly alien—he himself could no more slink and vanish than he could sprout wings and fly. Stealth, after all, was hardly a wizard's forte.

The wait may have been only minutes, but exhaustion made time stretch unbearably long. Sitting there, propped against the cool stone, with nothing to focus on but the heaviness pulling at his limbs, each blink became a battle. Sleep threatened to drag him under, and he found himself losing the war with every passing moment.

Mercifully, Astarion was swift. Gale’s admiration of that fact deepened as the elf returned, potion in hand, quicker than he'd dared hope. Lifting his arms felt beyond him, his limbs too heavy, too drained. Instead, he summoned what little strength remained to shift upwards, meeting the potion as Astarion carefully guided it to his lips.

The first drop of red liquid touched his tongue, and already he could feel its magic taking hold—strength unfurling slowly through his veins, the fog of blood loss beginning to lift. He raised his own hand, fingers brushing lightly over Astarion’s, to steady the bottle and drink it down fully.

When it was empty, Gale exhaled deeply, the first hint of a genuine smile finding his lips—as though he’d suffered no more than a mere paper cut. The clarity of thought that returned to him now, free from the sluggish haze, brought with it a spark of contemplation. His eyes flicked down to the empty glass vial in his hands, and he hummed thoughtfully.

“If I were to obtain more of these… or something with similar properties—perhaps even a scroll—we needn’t trouble ourselves so over my wellbeing when feeding you.”

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Astarion falters as he follows her gaze to the staff. He knows that he should release them, the poor things are dying in there, starving to death. Which is exactly why he isn't sure if he should release them.

He could very well be releasing rabid vampires who would all too happily kill the entirety of Baldurs Gate. Besides, he doesn't want to face therm. He doesn't want to face the reality of what he had done even if he had done it unknowingly.

"Maybe their nightmare is exactly where they should stay." It sounds cruel, he knows it, but who released him from his prison? Who's to say the vampires won't paint the town red? Who's to say this is a good idea?

He doesn't take her hand, his eyes fixated on the staff instead. "All of them are no doubt starved. If I release them, there's a risk." But he wants to, he does, he just doesn't want to face them. To face the multitude of faces he had betrayed by luring them here.

Every muscle in her body ached, but Amalica didn't exactly care at the moment. They'd killed Cazador - sent the old bastard packing to Hell where he rightfully belonged.

Well. Astarion had, in the end.

Rejected the Rite of Profane Ascension, and put more holes in Cazador than a Bulette in the dirt and rock of the Underdark.

I don't feel very brave.

"It doesn't need feel brave, right now," Amalica tried to reassure him, coming to his side in case he required any form of comfort, "And that's fine. You don't have to feel anything about it until you're ready to."

She looked over at the bleeding corpse of her beloved's sire - the man who had caused so much pain and torment - before her red eyes settled on the staff lying next to him, having rolled out of his grasp.

"There is... still something to be done, however. If you're up to the task," Amalica prodded gently, giving him both the time and space to process, "Those cages we saw. We can open them now."

She extended a hand to him, "You can open them now. End their nightmare."

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𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓽 — send ✨ to find my muse bathing in the moonlight.

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Each lick and tease of his tongue feels good. He can't remember the last time he's had anyone's tongue on him like this. He can't remember the last time it's even felt this good.

His thighs shift to spread a little wider and then he moves into a position where he can keep himself propped up on his elbows and ass still in the air.

Red eyes flutter shut as he pushes a finger inside of him, slowly and gently. He's not used to this gentle treatment, instincts tell him to beg for the rougher stuff, but he swallows that back in order to enjoy this moment.

"Well, you're certainly off to a good start." Astarion answers in response to both being asked if it feels good and the last statement Jaez has made. He inhales, gasping out on the exhale.

"Mm. Keep going, darling."

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There's an underlying insecurity in the way Astarion responds to his compliment that isn't lost on Jaez. He can sense that perhaps he isn't so used to compliments, isn't used to being praised or taken care of. He had, after all, been surprised at even the idea of a safe word.

In an odd way it makes Jaez want to care for the rogue, to take care of him, give him pleasure like he's never had before. Gentle but passionately intense. He deserves to feel what it's like to be treated right sexually.

That gasp from Astarion as Jaez continues to lick and probe the rogue's hole with his tongue lets him know he's on the right path to have him begging for more. He wants to tease, to stretch out their pleasure. They have hours before sunrise, and he doubts anyone will come looking for him, so why not take his time?

The longer he takes, the more distracted Jaez is from the darkness, after all...

He continues to lick and tease around his hole, making sure Astarion is nice and wet and ready for him. After a few more moments of licking and prodding with his tongue, he pulls back enough to press a finger inside him, teasingly curling and uncurling as he stretches the rogue with gentle ease.

"How does that feel, lovely? Good?" He asks, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss against one of Astarion's asscheeks. "I want you to feel good, I want you to enjoy things like you never have before..."

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↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 , HISTORICAL 〳 FANTASY edition !   (  a  collection  of  25  settings  based upon the period 〳 fantasy genres ; meant  to  inspire  drabbles  or  be  used  as  prompts . WILL be updated .   )

001. the interior of an elegant carriage .

002. seated at a large dining table set with an elaborate meal .

003. the shadowy corner of a lively tavern .

004. the top of a light house during a raging storm .

005. along the dimly lit corridor of a large manor .

006. the damp , dark brig of a pirate ship .

007. the ruins of an ancient structure lost to time .

008. a theater hall brimming with attendees .

009. the bustling streets of a market town .

010. a sun - drenched vineyard .

011. along a boardwalk overlooking the sea .

012. a moonlit cemetery full of weathered graves .

013. on horseback , deep in the woods .

014. a luxurious drawing room smelling of tea .

015. a sprawling dragon roost , hidden atop craggy mountain peaks .

016. a war - torn battlefield .

017. a beautiful cathedral bustling with churchgoers .

018. within a crammed opera box during a performance .

019. an elegant tearoom serving afternoon refreshments .

020. a lakeside pavilion on an especially hot day .

021. a sprawling network of underground catacombs .

022. a hidden glade in the middle of the woods .

023. the deep , dark dungeon of a castle .

024. a market square full of fruit and fineries .

025. a baker's shop smelling of wonderful pastries .

026. the quiet stables of a large estate .

027. on the outskirts of a magnificent water fountain .

028. in a dimly lit library , hidden amongst the books .

029. among the high walls of a hedge maze .

030. at the front desk of a warm , homey inn .

031. under the protection of a gazebo as it rains .

032. on the landing of a busy train station .

033. a gambling hall alight with raucous laughter and drink .

034. a pristine infirmary , mostly empty .

035. on board a huge ship making a long voyage .

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036. in a sunlit garden adorned with blooming flowers .

037. at the edge of a serene forest lake under a starry sky.

038. within a quiet corridor of a castle during a lavish ball .

039. in a bustling blacksmith's forge , sparks flying .

040. on a rocky cliffside overlooking a vast ocean .

041. in a quaint village square during a festival .

042. within a secret chamber hidden behind a bookshelf .

043. in the grand atrium of a luxurious hotel .

044. along a narrow brick alleyway in a crowded town .

045. within a busy marketplace in a desert town .

046. on a tranquil beach at sunrise .

047. in a cozy cottage with a crackling fireplace .

048. at the helm of a majestic airship soaring through the clouds .

049. in a grand library filled with ancient tomes .

050. on a bustling harbor dock as ships come and go .

051. within a magical forest where the trees glow softly .

052. in an apothecary's shop filled with herbs and potion .

053. at a secluded cabin by a dangerously quick river .

054. within the opulent throne room of a powerful ruler .

055. in an enchanted glade where fairies dance in the moonlight .

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The wet nose that trails down his spine tells him to expect something but he doesn't quite know what. That's alright, though, because Astarion trusts Halsin. He trust that his body is in good hands - er, paws?

Then he stops and does nothing and Astarion lets his displeasure known with a breath released in a displeased huff. "What are you doing? Don't st-!" Astarion cuts himself off with a sharp gasp as long tongue finds his balls and cock.

The pleasure that comes from it makes his eyes widen and his body to shudder under Halsin's tongue. Fingers clench around the bed he's stretched across, lips part in a near constant series of gasps and panting breaths.

That had been unexpected. He had expected, and been prepared for, to have Halsin inside of him again. It only further proves to the vampire that Halsin is still there, that this is not pure animal instincts, Halsin is very much still concerned with his pleasure and comfort.

"Nngh. That feels good, darling." Even if he much rather have him inside of him, he knows what Halsin is trying to do. Ensure that he's feeling relaxed and the pleasure before he takes him in this form.

It's an entirely different experience with the way that tongue is long and working its way around his cock entirely. He lets out a shuddering breath and he's thankful he's shoved himself over the bed or his knees may have buckled from the pleasure that is being given to him.

He won't beg Halsin to be inside of him already, he will let Halsin decide when he is ready. After all, this is his first experience with wildshape sex. Halsin knows better than he does.

Halsin couldn't help the rumble that left his maw, the sound as close to laughter as he can manage. It's a notion he can't help but agree with - if he's that enthusiastic he'd just fix it or replace it, either way it won't be the end of the world. What might be, however is if their friends come to investigate the noise - would poor Gale's orb be overloaded by the sight of their rapture together?

Halsin gave a little nod as his small ears twitched, eyes full of mischief at the thought he can't share with Astarion. Aside from the fact that his wildshape is massive and outright dangerous, Astarion has placed an unbelievable amount of trust in him. They can't communicate properly this way, he can't prepare Astarion with his words to know what to expect or what came next. Though Halsin hadn't planned for his beast to have at Astarion, it would have been far better if he'd kept a few tonics close at hand to help Astarion actually understand his rumblings.

The sound of his gasp makes Halsin let out a heavy breath, letting his nose trail slowly down Astarion's spine. He wanted to make sure he did all he could to help communicate his intentions, though the element of surprise might have been fun if they'd talked about it. He knows some of the things that particularly disrupt Astarion, the biggest things to avoid doing so that he does not terrorize his love, but his steady touch is meant to soothe instead. Being accepted so readily by Astarion, wildshape and all, has given Halsin an amount of healing he hadn't expected - the least he can do for Astarion is to reciprocate that sort of unconditional acceptance.

There is a moment where all he can do is just look over him, basking reverently. He'd be sassed already for taking his time, but just to look upon Astarion is to be witness to his resilience and beauty. There is something sacred in him, Halsin is sure, even if Astarion has rejected the notions of the deities - Halsin understands. He can't fault him. Halsin took the time to brush his nose up, starting at the back of one of Astarion's thighs, before he found his target. He'd used his tongue on Astarion before, working him open with ease, but his target this time isn't his waiting, needy depths. Instead, Halsin's nose presses up against Astarion's balls, groaning heavily at the barrage of their combined scents. His tongue teases across the sensitive flesh, sampling the combination of them, before his tongue wraps itself around Astarion's cock.

The taste is heavenly - a thing that Halsin enjoys already, but with the magnified senses it makes him groan. He wondered how it might feel for his lover, tongue shifting and curling around him. His ears swiveled, listening carefully for any signs of discomfort from his rogue.

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The nudge to his chin does the trick and Astarion's gaze turns to the bed. Ah, of course Halsin would want him back up there. He was perfectly fine with being on the floor but he must admit, the bed would be far more comfortable.

"The bed? I suppose if we break it we can always just get a new one." It doesn't bother Astarion either way, it's not as if it will be coming out of his coin purse.

The cold snout against his back sends a shudder down his spine, knowing what will await him soon. It hasn't done anything to turn him off, his cock is still hard and begging for attention. Gods, he can't wait for Halsin to be inside of him again.

Astarion's lips part in a gasp at the long tongue on his back and it encourages him to move so that he can finally have Halsin back inside of him.

He settles on standing up and settling over the edge of the bed, feet against the floor and body leaning over the bed to present himself to Halsin. He figures this is the best way where he's comfortable against the bed but Halsin is not putting too much weight on the bed.

If Halsin wants him in a different position, he'll have to guide him, but for now he's fine with being bent over the end of the bed, stretching his arms out across the mattress as he waits.

Loving note folks! Halsin is a Druid - he is entirely sentient and of his own mind, even if his relationship with his Bear treads closer in my portrayal to like....a Werebear-esque approach. Halsin is still Halsin even when covered in fur, and his thoughts and desires are his own. Continuing on past this point means that you are doing so with that in mind. Past this read more there will be Wildshape Snu Snu. JJ and I are not responsible for your upset if you choose to read past this point. It is a-okay if you aren't comfortable and skip out on the rest of the thread! *kisses!*

I'll tag my posts CW: Wildshape Sex just in case!

The shift in his senses makes it even more intense, even without wearing the fur of his wildshape he has always had high senses. Now, though, the heavy combination of their scents made his tongue loll out. Normally the moment he had a taken his wildshape he made himself much smaller around camp, trying to be mindful of his size, instead he wants Astarion to see every bit the beast that he called forth. Halsin stayed leaned back, as if to give Astarion every opportunity to see the way that he is desired, to see the depths of Halsin's affection and want for him.

His eyes tracked Astarion's movements, and where he had imagined that he might end up draped across his star's back, partially able to keep his weight off him and on his back legs, Astarion gathered himself and then slipped from the bed. He made a little noise, wanting to ask if he was okay but he hadn't taught him how to communicate. They would need to discuss that when they could properly again. His snout twitched, and he leaned his head down to meet Astarion's cool touch.

When Astarion pressed the kiss to his muzzle Halsin made a low rumble, the sound approving and full of love. He was mindful, though, of the fact that Astarion had once told him he'd been forced only to live from animals and how he'd had to clean fur from between his teeth. It was different, now, to choose what Astarion did. Astarion was allowed that - and with Halsin he always would have that option. The question of how Astarion might be best had his lips twitch pleasantly up into a clear smile, even on his muzzle. That even now Astarion was seeing his needs, trying to make sure that he was satisfied. He pressed his wide forehead to Astarion's. It was familial, a thing Elves often did with one another, a symbol of trust, of tangled roots, a thing that they can express without needing to share a word between them in the moment.

When he pulled back he gently nudged Astarion's face, nose twitching under his chin to guide his view back towards the bed. His concern first was for Astarion's comfort. He was certain, having lived a similar story even if his chapter was far shorter, that Astarion had made himself uncomfortable for the pleasure of others and he would not see it done for his own sake. Heavy paws nudged Astarion's arm gently, claws never even grazing his vampire's skin.

He chuffed and teased his snout against Astarion's back, nudging him upwards, nose twitching as it pressed against the cool of Astarion's arm, encouraging him up onto the bed again. No need for sore knees or backs, after all. If he was mindful of his weight things should be fine, but this would make it easier. Without thinking much his long tongue brushed over the rogue's shoulder, lapping his own blood from Astarion's skin.

His breath was heavy, a low sound falling from his lips as he waited for Astarion to settle how it felt natural for him - wanting Astarion comfortable.

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Astarion does not fear the bear like so many others might, he accepts the bear, wants him even. The bear is something he wants and accepts because the bear is his lover. Only a different form of him.

It's not as if it is some wild beast that has no thought behind it, the creature is still very much Halsin and that makes it easier for Astarion to accept, knowing that if he needs Halsin to stop, the bear will understand.

"And I you." Astarion says breathlessly as that tongue runs up his shoulder blades and he shudders. He is not used to someone licking blood from him but that had only added to his arousal, if he's to be completely honest.

Astarion holds back a whimper at the loss of Halsin inside of him, he feels so empty now but he knows that Halsin will fill him up again soon. While he's a little worried about the size, he knows Halsin will not go too fast or too hard until he's adjusted.

He gathers the strength and composure he needs to roll over and push himself up and off the bed. He wastes no time in kneeling down in front of the bear, bringing his hands up to run his fingers at the bear's snout.

And then he leans forward to press an open-mouthed kiss near the bear's jaw to prove that he accepts him without hesitation. "How would you like me, darling? On my hands and knees again? On my back? I am not sure what the best position is for this." Astarion is very aware that he can't understand Halsin like this so he adds, "Nudge me. Guide me. I'll understand where and how you want me."

His muscles tensed and he made an effort to relax his body, willing each individual limb to relax, relax, relax. It might have helped if it were not Astarion beneath him, if it was not the one he loved as dearly.

This is a risk - it's always a risk, but Halsin has had centuries to work on his control. There is something about Astarion, there has always been something about Astarion. From the moment he'd met the rogue, he'd had a connection to him. Even if it wasn't one that he'd understood at first. They had seemed so at odds at first.

Thankfully, they had come far since then, and that was the thought echoing in his head as his chest heaved. His fingertips throbbed in time with his heartbeat, and he settled them on Astarion's shoulder, rubbing tenderly. Even though there is a subtle tremble to his touch. His eyes were open, even though it might have grounded him more to instead just look inward. He would not relenquish the ability to see Astarion, golden eyes drinking in the sight of Astarion's face relaxed against the sheets,

"My Soul," he whispered softly, but he stopped speaking when he saw Astarion's mouth open. His ears twitched upwards in shock, sure to Silvanus that he'd heard Astarion incorrectly. The way that he sounded, though, the near desperate tone to his voice, had Halsin twitching deep in him. He panted heavily, oozing fingers trailing down between his shoulder blades. "I love you." He said softly, his voice purely his own. He leaned down, tongue dragging up the trail of blood he left until he could tilt Astarion's chin back up to press a heated kiss to his lips.

It felt like sin to pull away, to back from the bed and put more distance between them - but he did not want to break it. Although he knew that he'd have done a better job making them a proper bed of their own. With the Oakfather's blessings, they would not stay long enough in this city for him to actually do so. There was a moment of hesitation, his eyes seeking the reassurance in Astarion's gaze. The subtle shift of his nod and the look in Astarion's brilliant gaze is enough that he drew in a deep breath and allowed his wildshape to burst forth.

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astarion text posts (1/?)

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2024 is almost over!

With the final month of the year here, it’s your chance to send the mun or muse something you’ve wanted to tell them! Whether you haven’t had the chance to or you’ve been too shy, now’s the time to say what you feel, and don’t hold back!

prompt originally made by: x

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create a monster, and i will show you your reflection .

The Beast Without

Oh, it was lurking inside you the whole time. The anger. The pain. The wrath at what the world did to you, and what you had to become to endure. Meek. Subservient. Bitter. And all the while, you hid your fangs behind smiling lips and waited for the day you would be able to show them what you really thought. To do to them what they have done to you, day in and day out, for all of your life. Your creature paces before you, its jaws already rusted with blood, its shaggy fur matted, its red eyes glowing with fury. You will barely need to command the creature. Just let it loose, and watch the carnage. And oh, how you will sing in the blood.

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