#astarion x tav

[anatheriaart]

A bath sketch as a little gift with the commission

[vivern-of-nosgoth]

My BG3 headcanon: Astarion truly cares about his Tav | Durge, doesn't matter if they are friends or lovers, so when his dearest had a date night, he secretly followed, just in case.

Bonus below:

[mutualcombat]

i know you're tired

edit: finished version c:

[f4nn1-recommends]

Omg. this is so cute. And soft. And comforting. Wonderful!

Hi there! I was wondering if I could put a request in for Astarion? Given how he's an elf and they have reverie, I would assume that if his partner needs to sleep instead that they would cuddle before respectfully getting to their own sides of the bed. I was wondering if I could request how he feels about a human reader fall asleep in his arms by accident? If it matters, could it take place during the game at around act 2 (after his confession) or in act 3 (after Cazador is dealt with)? Anyways, have a nice day and take your time!

OMGOMGYES i think this has revived me from covid.2

Astarion x human!reader | Sleeping Soundly

It’s late, or at least what passes for it in the half-light that clings eternally to the cursed lands around the Last Light Inn. Outside, the sky hangs heavy and unmoving, locked in twilight. The silence is thicker here — not peaceful, exactly, but waiting.

Inside the Inn, there’s warmth. Faint firelight glows against the walls, casting long shadows, softening everything it touches. The others have retreated to corners of rest or reverie. Only you and Astarion remain near the low-burning hearth in the common room, curled together on the worn couch beneath a threadbare blanket.

You hadn’t planned to fall asleep.

You’d been speaking, voices low, laughter occasionally bubbling up between sips of wine and the soothing weight of shared company. Your head had lolled against his shoulder at some point, too tired to pretend you weren’t bone-deep weary after another day of fighting through curse-choked lands. Astarion hadn’t protested. He hadn’t said anything, actually — just froze, barely breathing, as if he thought movement might shatter whatever fragile peace had settled around the two of you.

And then you slept.

Not fully, not all at once — you drifted, your breath slowing against the silk of his shirt, your body relaxing more with each passing second. A soft sigh escaped you, muffled by his chest.

Astarion sat perfectly still.

He should have pulled away. He meant to. That was the polite thing, wasn’t it? You needed real sleep — not awkward half-sprawled naps on someone who didn’t even require the act himself. He told himself he would shift you gently, slide out from under your weight, cover you with the blanket and return to his own corner of the room, alone.

But he didn’t.

He didn’t because your body was warm against his, and your arm had curled instinctively around his waist, and your breath ghosted over the skin of his collarbone in a way that made something inside him ache.

Gods. You’d trusted him enough to sleep here. On him. In a cursed land, surrounded by danger, with a monster wrapped in velvet for a lover — and still, you slept. It undid him more than any confession could.

His eyes roamed your face, soft and unguarded in slumber. You looked young like this. Fragile, in a way he never let himself forget, but now... it felt different. It didn’t make him scoff or detach like it once would have.

Now it made him want to shield you — which was, frankly, ridiculous. You were the one charging through shadowed lands with blade and fire in hand. You were brave, and reckless, and endlessly kind. He was the one who curled his lip at mercy and struck when backs were turned. And yet here you were. Sleeping. Against his heart.

His hand, which had been draped lazily along the back of the couch, slowly shifted, hesitant, and then settled against the curve of your arm — featherlight. He let himself feel your warmth, the solid reality of you. Not a trick. Not a performance. Not something to endure or manipulate. Just you. Breathing. Trusting him.

“I should be better at this,” he whispered to the still air, unsure whether he meant the act of loving or the act of deserving it.

He looked up at the ceiling beams, where firelight flickered against old wood. The sounds of the Inn had quieted completely — no footsteps, no clinking glasses, no murmured conversations. Just the fire, the wind, and your heartbeat. Steady. Human. Maddeningly beautiful in its mortality.

And so, Astarion stayed. Even long after reverie should have taken him. He watched over you as the hours bled into each other. He let the blanket slide further around your shoulders. Let his other hand, eventually, brush through your hair with the most careful touch he could manage — more ritual than affection, more prayer than comfort.

It was absurd, really, how something so small — your sleep-slack mouth with slight drool in the corner, the way you sighed when you shifted closer — could unravel centuries of armor.

But it had. He didn’t say it aloud, of course. Not yet. Not tonight. But there was something in his gaze when he looked down at you. Something ancient and wounded and full of longing.

And, gods help him, something hopeful, too.

Hope you guys enjoyed this, sorry I have been a bit absent I got covid again :( Anyway this soothed my soul writing it and I hope it soothes yours reading it - Seluney xox

[rooji-r]

pack of memes ~[1] [2] [3]

friendship is over, now Minsc is Tav's best friend.

[mercymaker]

“Just say no and I’ll stop,” her voice was silky, coiling around his brain like a length of a ribbon, quickly ensnaring it in its trap. Astarion didn’t want her to stop, that was the whole problem. He wanted to play the same game she was playing, take everything that she was offering and then some more. He wished to taste her, to feel how warm her mouth was against his, how wet her cunt was when he put his hand between her legs, to hear those snarky remarks turn into desperate moans. When he looked at Mal, with her icy blue eyes and glossy lips, all the attorney could think of was how much he wanted to fuck her.

A little photoshoot inspired by my modern Malstarion AU fic, Mens Rea, where Maleane is a rich brat and Astarion is her mother's attorney. You can read it here.

[amikoroyaiart]

Won't you show me how to dance forever?

[bloodinwine]

Until You Chapter 21: Only in Our Dreams

let me be strong

[ducancela-a]

bringing this meme back, just for ascended astarion

[viridescentelf]

the song really spoke to me and i was sad it didnt get in the top 10 of the voting. i had this vision of astarion during his dilemma while listening, specifically feeling the judgement from the one person he trusts the most

full image;

[izumiphoenix]

This moment in the conversation they had after meeting Pale Petras and Dalyria at Fraygo's Flophouse was very frustrating for me, to be honest.

Not in a bad way, more like: “ohh what are you doing?!” ٩(๑`^´๑)۶

Last time I played I probably didn’t check all the lines, but now that I found this branch I need to vent a little.

If you suggest Astarion to just run away he (understandably) argues he doesn’t want to spend eternity as a fugitive, constantly fearing the shadows. And this ritual might allow him to walk under the sun, even after they deal with the tadpoles. But then…

Astarion: And you want what’s best for me, surely.

Just look at his eyes. He is being so obviously manipulative with this line it feels like a stab, especially after everything they’ve been through.

And yes, he says something similar in other branches, too. But this particular phrase sounded the worst to me, especially with that look in his eyes.

Look at her face – she’s not having it too.

But here… I think he understands this as well.

But he can’t help falling into safety of the familiar patterns he’s been using for so long. He is back in the city where everything remind him of his life before. He has just had to face his siblings. And his old self reflected in them. He is back under Cazador’s suffocating presence. The inevitable final confrontation is right ahead.

And the pressure he’s under is immense. He wants to be safe, to be powerful and free. Maybe even to be able to give something back to the person he loves.

He has barely started his path to the healing, but this all is too much too soon.

It hurts to see him like that. Maybe I should be angry. And yet – I just can’t hold it against him. Not when I see where it’s coming from.

I’m sure Roanael knows that too, and she’ll just keep being there and asking the right questions, gently reminding Astarion that there’s another path – the one that leads to light, not darkness.

[cheekylittlepupp]

The infamous leg hook

Ahh, why does Larian have to hide the angle from us...

[adharaphoenix]

Astarion and Alister for @/tboyidiot on bsky

uncropped 🔞 version: bluesky / neocities

[vicsketchsmore]

I got to work IMMEDIATELY

I know it might be different because astarion is a vampire spawn. But please, just…just let me have this.

[kguz-art]

Hello!

I'm sharing a short oneshot I made for an animatic, in its manga version ^^ I hope you enjoy it <3

Here's 1/4 pages!

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