#VAMPIRE PARTY and gale

[aenvittorielle]

how to make your gameplay more hot, brain-numbing and weird? JUST ADD AN ANTAGONIST TO THE SQUAD. after all, they all don't really like the absolute, hahah

[illithiddies]

This interaction from before everyone finds out Astarion is a vampire is actually so insane to me. What do you mean the monster hunter from Baldur's Gate doesn't know about Cazador, but the archmage in Waterdeep who reads a lot of historical texts does?

Is it just an open secret everywhere except in Baldur's Gate, where people just don't really notice or pay attention to it? Like this shit is in books, apparently, if it made it's way to Gale. It's a published thing. It's known.

Astarion didn't even mention his last name.

[kidheart]

BG3 sketches collection. Karlach, Astarion, and Gale each have their own girlfriends. Karlach has Ignacia, the Sapphire Dragonborn. Astarion has Rose the Fey Pact Warlock Tiefling; and they have their daughter, Star. Gale has Zephyr, an Aasmir Druid/Ranger. And of course Duke and Heart are bonding more and more over time.

[dial666]

"I shouldnt have wished to live in more interesting times" switch with me. Rn.

[oflights]

Glory, a Bloodweave fic; chapter 3/?

Summary: Gale of Waterdeep, Chosen of Mystra and a wizard of some renown, is sent on a very important magical mission at the Szarr Palace. Astarion, vampire spawn of Cazador, is sent to entertain Gale during his stay. Neither Gale nor Astarion are anything like what they imagine each other to be and as a result, both their lives are thrown completely off course.

Chapter preview:

“So, you finally met our resident brat,” Astarion says with false brightness. Gale gives him a look from his seat at the desk. “I think I met him on night one, actually. He came to my room and tried to—” “Has anyone ever told you that you’re very funny? Because they were lying.” Gale chuckles, and it seems to be quite in spite of himself; he goes thoughtful and pensive again soon enough, and his eyes are wide and baleful, entirely too puppyish for Astarion’s tastes. “She’s just a little girl, Astarion.” “Oh, here we go.”

read chapter three HERE!

[vyncentevelyn]

Tits out. Covered in blood. This is all I want.

[andromedasummer]

you know what i would love to be an option in bg3? making your own party member. like Icewind Dale style. choose their class, voice, appearance and travel with them. obvs i understand why they didnt, but it wouldve been so fun to have the option to make your own member, esp if they could be incorporated into your backstory. a sibling, parent, spouse, adventuring buddy, best friend.

[tiny-chubby-bird]

lots of astarion to go around <3

[ghostwise]

Really baffled as to why Gale and Astarion wanted to sleep with Zira, I haven't been carrying them in the party at all. 😭😭😭 Literally have been neglecting them on purpose even, sorry about it?

Lae'zel and Astarion fucked so that's actually really intriguing to me. She even said she might do it again. Get it gworl.

[avas-poltergeist]

For the BG3 ask game:

30. What are your Dark Urge’s intentions/goals after the end of the game?

She doesn't believe for a second that she's the only one left and she wants to find the other bhaal spawn and unionize, or face whatever comes next head on.

[thoughtsthatpassthefilter]

Plan your next play thru when you're only halfway thru the first.

[luna-the-cretar]

YES. I AM SO CLOSE TO ACTUALLY HAVING A WIZARD BOYFRIEND. FUCK YES

[biheinrixvancalox]

cause it's not JUST Fauna and Gale creating an absolute war crime of a fusion of Sunbeam and Dawn specifically to use on Cazador

it's them doing this in secret because it's a gift for Astarion

[administer-distractions]

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[coffeeanddonutscafe]

Astarion’s Hidden Strength — Headcanons part 2

The Switch is Sudden — And Terrifying

One moment, he’s lounging against a tree, half-laughing at Gale’s latest ramble. The next — a twig snaps nearby. His spine straightens. His head tilts unnaturally sharp. And his eyes? Red. Alert. Starving. No transition. Just predator.

The Shift Is Physical. Violent.

His elvish grace no longer looks delicate. It looks lethal. Tav once described it as, ��Watching a silk ribbon tighten around someone’s throat.”

His Teeth Click When He’s Agitated

Like a predator baring warning. A little click, jaw twitching. You’ll hear it in the quiet moments before a fight. Tav once heard it and simply muttered, “Oh, he’s gone feral again.”

He Smells Fear

Literally. His nostrils flare. His mouth parts slightly. He can scent it like perfume. Tav once saw him smile — wide, teeth too long — just as a cultist backed away trembling. “Oh yes… you’re ripe.”

Then he steps forward, slow and graceful, and whispers:

“Run.”

After all, the chase is half the pleasure.

He Growls Without Meaning To

Not just in battle. When someone touches Tav without permission. When someone speaks of Cazador. It slips out low in his chest, a growl deep and ancient, not meant for words. Everyone hears it. No one comments.

His Hands Are Always Cold

Not icy. Not corpse-cold. Just… unsettling. Like marble left in shadow. When he touches your wrist, it’s like the blood in your veins pauses for just a second. He likes the contrast — your warmth against his chill.

He Stalks Even in Combat

While others charge, Astarion prowls. Circling. Waiting for the moment a neck is exposed or an enemy is distracted. And then—he pounces. Not a fighter, but a hunter. It’s never messy. It’s swift. He doesn’t brawl — he strikes, like a serpent through lace.

He Watches Like a Beast Studies Prey

He doesn’t just look at you — he studies you. The jugular. The pulse under your jaw. The way your chest rises when you panic. Gale once caught that look and quietly moved behind Lae’zel.

His Smile Is Not Always Human

Sometimes it stretches too wide. Sometimes he smiles with too many teeth.

And when he tilts his head — when he’s deciding whether to toy with you or tear you open — it’s pure predator, wearing lace and lies.

Eyes Like Knives in the Dark

They gleam when he’s fighting. When his blood is up.

When the world slips into slow-motion for him, those red eyes cut through fog and illusion — tracking prey with the patience of something who’s stalked forests longer than you’ve been alive.

They don’t blink. Not when he’s hunting.

When He’s Hungry, His Voice Drops

That usual flirty sarcasm? Gone. Instead, there’s this deep, low thing to his voice — velvet, but tight like it’s being forced through clenched teeth. Astarion doesn’t snap when hungry — he becomes still. Watching. Breathing slow. Every sense on edge. It unsettles even the bravest of the party.

He’s Stronger When He’s Angry

Not many people get to see it, but when he’s truly furious — not playacting, not sarcastic — something ancient floods up from his blood. His voice drops. His muscles tense. He doesn’t roar — he hisses, low and guttural, and the very air feels like it wants to step back.

He Doesn’t Break a Sweat — He Breaks Necks

Literally. No drama, no battle cry. Just movement: quick, quiet, final. There’s a predatory efficiency to it when he stops pretending to be “the pretty one” and shows what vampiric instincts can do.

He Has No Fatigue Like Mortals Do

It takes hours, days even, before he slows. While others sleep or rest, he stays unnaturally still — and when it’s time to move, he’s instantly alert.

It unnerves the others sometimes, especially Karlach, who once joked, “I swear you just power-nap with your eyes open like some kind of murder statue.”

Sometimes He Forgets to Breathe

Hours can pass. Astarion will sit motionless, unreadable, utterly still — not even blinking.

Only when someone speaks too close does he return to himself — with a blink and a hiss, like a cat waking mid-hunt.

……………………………………..

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it.

Alright, so here are my Astarion headcanons, everyone! I know he’s technically a spawn, but I love leaning into his full vampiric self.

What really gets me is the contrast between his angelic elven beauty and that feral, beastly vampire side.

It’s like—rawr—my adorable little murder baby has claws and everything. 💖

Here’s a part 1 btw.

Masterlist with my Astarion fics

[mistercrowbar]

Let Me Stay

Aldiirn has a panic attack in the night and seeks Astarion, of all people, for help. Maybe this is an opportunity the vampire can use for his own ends...

5 pages!

What's a vampire to do when his meal/protection ticket is pushing away and frazzled to the point he may lose sway with the rest of the party... pressure him into doing something about it! huzzah. And then be sad because you wanted to rub Aldiirn's walk of shame into Gale's face but even when panicked this guys is two steps ahead. Maybe you should start counting your inventory, Astarion.

The face he's making in the last panel is exactly the face my cat makes when I stop him from jumping to a place he shouldn't be. "Darling dear" is also what I call my cats lmao.

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