#astarion: this aint about you

[ansburg]

Do you know what this means? I must be blessed.

[what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque]

Lmfaooooo I am dying at Halsin just starting act 3 horny on main and straight up asking to be in a thruple, like, bro lmao

Everything about this interaction and the one right after if you decide to ask Astarion about it is gold 💀💀💀 his fucking Halsin impression haha

I so wonder what the others have to say if you're romancing them and get propositioned by the bear hahaha I'll bet it's great

[lombax-lombardi]

I may be a simple self ship blog

BUUUUUUUT

see below in the tags for my thoughts because this shit is wild

[astarionancuntnin]

Meet Me In The Woods

summary: it's astarion's turn to keep watch for the night. everyone's off to bed and he's still gone hunting and nowhere to be seen. you refuse to be the one to fill in for him again, so you venture into the woods looking for where he was last seen.

rating: E

word count: 2.9k

pairing: astarion x you (fem!reader, sorceress if you even care)

cw: 18+. smut, porn with no plot, feral astarion, fingering, teasing, slight knife play, forest sex, reader is tied up, rough sex, possessive sex (if you squint), vampire bites, blood drinking, PiV, primal play, praise kink (would it really be an astarion fic otherwise?), creampie, soft ending.

a/n: so this started out as a second chapter to my last fic and uh. well, youre here now, you know as well as i do that this aint chapter 2 BUT rest easy, im ALSO working on that. i do not control the goblin in my brain whos thirsting over astarion. ENJOY

read on ao3

or keep reading down below, ya freak (you and me both bestie)

If you could only see the beast you've made of me

I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free

The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound

I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground

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After an exhausting day spent fighting battle after battle, your friends and you spend some time relaxing around the campfire. You chat for a good hour before some of your companions start heading to bed, and that’s when you notice one of them is missing. 

Astarion. 

He had a habit of going hunting most nights to get his fill, which was necessary since you didn't always let him have his way with you, but tonight, he was taking  longer than usual. Everyone else tried to reassure you that he was fully capable of handling his own, but you couldn’t help but have a bad feeling about it ; your intuition was rarely wrong. And so, you ventured into the woods looking for him.

The woods were especially dark at this hour of the night, even with your flame cantrip in hand, there wasn’t much you could see around you. You had never taken a walk alone this late, and there was something about the sounds of the forest that made you uneasy. You were only getting further from the camp and any chance for your call for help to be heard, if need be, was getting smaller. The rustling of leaves and wood cracking near you drains you of any courage you had left.

You turn around to look at the direction you’re sure the sound was coming from and see nothing, only to turn back around and be face to face with Astarion.

“GODS, Fuck!” you jump, losing your flame in the process, startled at his sudden presence. You allow yourself to take a few breaths, dropping your hands to your knees to get a hold of yourself, before questioning him. “What is wrong with you?!”, you glare at him.

You breathe out deeply one last time before getting back up to eye level with him, still waiting for an answer from him. The moonlight shines almost perfectly over him, allowing you to forget about your flame for the time being. There’s something off about him though, but you can’t quite put your finger on it. He speaks up only to ask you a question himself.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is husky, very different from his usually high-pitched tone, you notice. He’s eying you hungrily and his stance is rigid.

“What do you mean? Do you know how long you’ve been gone for? I was–” you stop yourself before finishing. He just pissed you off, you weren’t just going to admit that you cared for the pretentious prick. “We were wondering if you were fine.”

“Worried about me, dear?” His lidded eyes pierce through you, as his hand moves to hold your chin between his thumb and finger, his face nearing yours.

You’re lucky the dim light of the moon isn’t enough for him to see the blush creeping over your cheeks. You scoff and push his hand aside before backing away, trying to conceal your flushed state. “I’m not worried about you, you have the first round for watch duty tonight and I was making sure you would be back on time, so I don’t need to cover for you again.” 

“Of course, darling,” he says, with a skeptical tone.

You quickly come to the realization that this was a waste of time. He didn't deserve your energy, or care, and you should’ve never come looking for him in the first place, “Well, alright, I’ll leave you to it then, just– don’t take too long.”

As you turn around to leave, he makes his way right back in front of you, surprisingly fast, stopping you in your tracks, “Hold on, little love. You’re not just going to leave me hanging like this, are you?” He tilts his head, his eyes watching your every move.

“What? No I– I came to check up on you, and clearly you’re fine, so I’m going back to the camp now and I'll keep watch in the meantime, you just take the time you need to finish hunting.” You try to move past him only for him to raise his hand insistently, blocking you again.

“Oh, but I think I’m done now.”

Your breathing stops momentarily and your eyes squint, “I’m… not sure I follow.”

“Well,” he steps forward, making you step back in return, “I was hunting, rather successfully, might I add,” he keeps getting closer to you and you almost trip over a branch at your feet as you back away, “Until an inconsiderate, little sorceress made her way into this very forest, quite loudly,” you back up against a tree as he towers over you. “So you can imagine my dismay when all my other potential prey made a run for it,” he lifts your chin to meet his gaze again. “All, except for one.”

Your heartbeat quickens and your entire body freezes. Your eyes flicker in fear and you feel a shiver go through your spine. It takes everything in you to mumble the next few words, “Listen, I– I’m really sorry I made your meal run away, okay? You can feed on me tonight.”

He chuckles menacingly, “That was implied, my sweet.”

You feel your legs shake in anticipation and a warmth blossoming in your stomach. You’re… looking forward to this?

Your intuition is telling you that you're in danger and yet you remain still. Shouldn’t you be making a run for it? The camp is not that far away, if you just managed to slip past him…

As if he read your mind, Astarion takes a hold of your waist with one hand to pin you to the tree you were back against, restraining you under him, “You’re not going anywhere, pet, ” he growls, before crashing his lips against yours.

The kiss takes you by surprise and you instinctively moan in his mouth. It’s rough and hungry, with his tongue looking for yours, probing your mouth, tasting everything you have to offer, leaving you breathless. A part of you wanted to touch him, get a hold of his luscious curls, pull him in closer, but as if you were under a spell, you remained paralyzed, your hands holding back against the very tree he was pushing you against.

If any part of you wanted to run before, it’s all gone now. If he was going to drink you dry tonight, you would greet death’s embrace with open arms. 

It’s nothing a scroll of revivify couldn’t fix, right?

As the kiss deepens, you feel his body pushing against yours and his hips bucking forward, his already-hard bulge rubbing you both through your clothing, making him groan in your mouth. The motion turns you into a mess, your underwear getting drenched from your arousal. His fang nicks your bottom lip and you whimper in pain as he sucks on it, getting a taste of your blood. He pulls back from you to eye you down and you can see the dangerous lust in his eyes. His hand leaves your face to grab a hold of his trusty knife that he raises to your neck. You lift your face up, trying to pull away from the weapon as he trails the tip along the side of your jawline softly, leaving goosebumps in its wake. The adrenaline is coursing through your veins and it’s like he can taste it in your blood left on his lips, see how your breath quickens and sense your blood pumping furiously, fearing what he might do to you.

“Please– you don’t need to do this, think of what the others will say if I don’t come back to camp,” you plead.

“You need not worry, my dear,” he lowers his knife down your belly and slides it under your shirt, ripping the fabric apart inch by inch as he brings it back up to your chest, exposing your warm, soft skin to the cool night air.  “I plan on taking very good care of you,” he whispers, in the hollow of your neck.

He carelessly drops his knife on the ground next to you and gently caresses your skin, making his way up to your breasts. You close your eyes and sigh, letting yourself get lost in his touch.

“Gods, you’re so beautiful,” he sighs in your ear. “It really isn’t fair that I don’t get you all to myself every night.” He leaves a trail of kisses from your ear to your shoulder, leaving playful bites around your neck, while his hands roughly massage your tits and give them the occasional pinch that makes you whine. The fear you previously felt leaves place for arousal, pooling at your core. You want more, you need more. You need him.

You push yourself against his touch and rub your aching cunt over his leg, “My, my, is my little pet hungry, too?” He removes your pants in one swift move and his hand wanders down, sliding between your legs.

“ Ah–!”, finally your reflexes kick in and you raise a hand to your mouth to muffle your screams. Just as quickly, Astarion takes your hand away and pins it above your head.

“Tutut,” he purrs, “I want to hear every sweet noise you will make for me.”

His fingers make their way inside you and he picks up a painfully slow rhythm. Each thrust makes you lose yourself even more and earns him a moan out of you. You simply melt under his touch. He thrusts once more, deeper, only to remove himself entirely.

“No! Astarion please–” you start begging him, wiggling under him as he still firmly holds you in place. The loss of his touch is simply unbearable.

“Please what? ”, he hums, sucking on his fingers to taste your juices.

“Please, please touch me, take me, I need to feel you, I– ah!,” you cry out as he nibbles on your nipple.

“I’m terribly sorry little love, it’s awfully unlike me to play with my food,” he coos, wearing a malicious smile.

You groan in frustration. He was toying with you and you felt yourself grow impatient at this game. You try to fight your way out of his grasp with your free hand only for him to grab it and pin it next to the other one.

“Mh, I have a few ideas,” he takes a hold of both your wrists with one hand and reaches into his back pocket to pull out a bundle of rope. “I might finally get a use out of this damned thing.”

“Well, I can’t have you wiggling like that, can I?”

“What are you gonna do about it?”, your own audacity surprises you.

He gracefully ties your wrists together above your head and with a strong push, throws the rope around the tree, and secures the tie around your hands. You try again to free yourself, unsuccessfully wriggling out of your bounds, before you sigh in resignation.

“There, you look perfect. My little treat on display,” he takes a step back to admire his handiwork. 

He’s simply too far and you need to feel his skin against yours. If he wasn't gonna touch you, you would touch yourself. You remember how his fingers felt inside you and you start rubbing your thighs together subconsciously, trying to ease the ache throbbing between your legs. You feel yourself dripping along your leg from excitement when you see him undo his belt.

“Do you think you’re ready for me, my sweet?”, he lets his trousers fall on the forest floor before stepping out of them, freeing his already-leaking cock.

“Gods yes,” you lack any self restraint anymore, your pride be damned. Any coherent thought was out of the door the moment you saw how hard he was, you could only imagine just how full he would make you feel.

“Mhm, we’ve made you wait long enough, don’t you think?” he asks, rubbing his length against your entrance, getting himself wet from your juices.

“Mmmhng– I– ah– I fucking swear Astarion if you don’t fuck me right now I’ll- Ahhhh!” You’re cut off by his grip on your hips lifting you up before roughly thrusting into you.

“Gods, you’re so tight,” he growls against your neck as he makes you bounce on him.

Each thrust hits you deeper in your womb, he feels so much bigger than you expected. You pull on your restraints, searching to hold on something as you throw your head back, each bounce scrapping your back against the tree you were tied to. The pain from the bark roughing up your skin mixed deliciously with Astarion’s tight grip on your hips.

With your neck now fully exposed, the vampire eagerly licks the sensitive spot on your neck in anticipation, “You have no idea how much I want to eat you whole. ”

“Do it, bite me, ” you pant. “Take everything you need.”

That's the only permission he needs to sink his sharp teeth in your pulsing vein and start drinking you up. You cry out at the initial pain ; the feeling never ceases to surprise you. The cold lingering feeling of his fangs entering your neck combined with the warmth of his cock pounding you is such a unique yet heavenly experience that soon enough, all pain you felt turns into pure pleasure. You're simply unable to speak anymore, your only form of communication left being your moans and cries for the pale elf ravaging your body.

“Oh fuck, keep making those sweet noises for me, gods- you feel so good,” he hisses, pausing his drinking to take in the feeling of your walls tightening around him.

Your blood drips from the fresh wound on your neck down to your breasts and Astarion licks the trail back up to its source, where he bites a second time to keep savoring your essence. You feel yourself losing consciousness as your vision is getting darker, and he stops drinking from you, sensing your weakness. He growls as he takes his last sip from you, ripping out his teeth from your flesh and lapping at the blood from your fresh wound, “You’re doing so good for me, little love, so so good.”

His words of praise are like a balm over your wounds, a soft embrace after the pain you went through and it strengthens the build up between your legs. He feels you clench around him and he knows he's just as close as you are, all he needs is for you to let go.

“Come for me now love,” he breathes against your ear, "let me hear you scream for me, I wanna feel you come around me.”

His last words hit you like electricity throughout your whole body. You feel yourself clench around him, enveloping his cock in the warmth of your womb. With a few last frantic strokes, Astarion releases himself inside of you, holding you tightly against him. He rides out the waves of pleasure still surrounded by your warm embrace, moaning in the crook of your neck. He embraced you strongly allowing you to come back from your high in his arms. You swear you could see stars before your eyes. The world had gone silent. Your mind went blank.

You’re brought back to reality by the vampire releasing you from his grasp, carefully dropping your legs. You’re absolutely spent. Your entire body feels heavy, if it wasn’t for the tight rope around your wrist holding you up, you would have fallen to your knees. You don’t even wanna think about the trail back to camp. If you didn’t have any ounce of decency left, you’d let yourself fall asleep in the same position he left you in. 

Astarion notices your tired eyes flicking open, fighting the urge to fall asleep right there and then. He laughs quietly at your state, feeling quite the opposite after drinking from you. He holds your face softly, lifting it up slightly to meet his eyes.

At least, you didn’t end up covering for his round this time.

“Shall I carry you back to your tent now, my sweet?”

Your nod mindlessly, as you’re too exhausted to give a better answer. He takes a moment to untie your bounds and lay you on the ground before putting his pants back on. He pulls off his shirt and puts it on you instead to cover you from the cold forest breeze. It’s the least he could do after tearing your own shirt apart. He grabs your pants that were discarded just minutes ago and swings them over his shoulder before swiftly picking you up. He carries you back to camp, where a dimly lit fire awaits you both. Thankfully, all your companions are fast asleep and you’re saved from the embarrassment of the situation. Astarion lays you down on your bedroll and pulls a blanket over you. He pulls your hair away from your face and gently strokes your cheek, before walking away and sitting around the fire. You open your eyes to see him trying to light it back up. You watch the light of the newborn fire reflect on his pale, sweaty skin, a dreamy sight that you take in before letting yourself drift off to sleep.

[mischiefwife]

BG3 characters having a 'these edibles aint shit' moment:

Halsin is lying on his back in the garden and has been for like an hour straight saying nothing, he probably cultivated the weed and its like super strong through druid powers

Wyll spends the entire high fastidiously cleaning the entire camp, and sweeps the dirt under Halsin several times just to be thorough

Shadowheart is in a corner playing an entire Evanesence album and pausing it to explain how good it is and how good the lyrics are (she will move on to other similar music too)

Gale is somewhere by himself casting the simplest cantrips over and over and just being Amazed at the Amazing Properties of the Weave and how it contains Untold Power while he summons like one tiny candle sized flame

Lae'zel has the owlbear cub in her lap by like hour two and is holding up his claws saying stuff like 'murderous. fearsome. beast' and the cub is just going hoot

Karlach keeps forgetting she's put a hot pocket in the microwave and so ends up with like 7 and is trying to hard to relieve the munchies but she can't stop laughing

Astarion keeps panicking about his hair being messed up and going to find a mirror and then saying fuck everytime he realizes he has no reflection Aylin is convinced she can sober up through rigorous exercise and so is doing sets of one hundred unbroken air squats with Isobel on her back

Volo was vociferously booed for dropping the lasagna and they sent him out to pick up pizza but he doesn't get back til like 5am

Minthara is probably the most normal and is just like hanging out reading a book and from time to time looking up judgingly at everyone else who is losing their shit

Jaheira has made rice krispy treats

Minsc is having a very very troubling and extremely intense existential debate with Boo and is on the verge of tears and wants to give everyone a hug Withers what are you doing over there bone man

[bellamer]

Oh yeah same rules for Kaidan Alenko go for Wyll. If my post is Wyll centered and I’m talking about Wyll and Wyll only I do not give a shit what you think Astarion, Shadowheart, Gale or Lae’Zel of whoever the fuck you wanna bring up would feel or do or whatever because IT IS ABOUT WYLL !

Wyll and Kaidan are both treated like shit by their fandoms and their studios and they need as much uplifting as they can get so if I’m talking about Kaidan’s power as a biotic don’t bring up fucking Cora or Jack and if I’m talking about how Wyll deserves to be spoiled don’t bring up Astarion because IT AINT ABOUT THEM

[bill-cipher-enjoyer]

astarion opinion post (ascension discourse incoming)

ascended astarion discourse is all over my tumblr rn so i thought id throw my 2 cents in. this isnt gonna make a lot of sense, probably, and keep in mind ive never played BG3, im just OBSESSED with the silly vampire man (and watched the supercut of all of his romance and personal quest scenes)

opinions under cut (to spare those who dont want the discourse and are just here for hot vampire man)

okay so. ive seen like...3 opinions about him. those being "do what you want, its ur playthrough", "ascending astarion turns him into an abuser"/"youre a horrible person for ascending astarion" and "ascended astarion hot" me personally, I agree with two of those statements.

HOWEVER. on the moral-ness of the whole...ascension thing.

post ascension, does he ever abuse tav? because I have yet to see anything even suggesting he does so.

yes, its going to be bloody. of course it is, it's DnD in the 3rd dimension. its going to be bloody. Did you not realize how bloody the actual game of DnD is? you commit a LOT of murder in that game

Subpoint: how many murders in bg3 is too many? because iirc you cannot play the game pacifist...this aint undertale, my friend.

Have you never so deeply desired revenge over your abusers? because I'd like to give what's been done to me 3fold, and i've only dealt with abuse for 5 years. Imagine 200 years of abuse in a way that we literally cannot understand because it's not possible in our universe. OF COURSE astarion wants to be stronger than cazador, and to get his revenge on cazador. HE'S BEEN ABUSED.

Seriously I cannot stress this enough his desire to hurt cazador is so that he cannot be abused again.

segway: and if you knew, that doing this one thing, would prevent you from suffering any of the negative side effects of a condition you've had for a WHILE, would you not do it? Don't say no, don't lie to me.

and about the spawns: again. you are not a horrible person for commiting murder in a video game. it is a video game, they are just pixels. what you would do in a video game does not always line up with real life.

In conclusion, who needs morals when you have good hair?

also i would let astarion drain me like a capri-sun and my last words would be thank you

[adorationmajestic]

If you like angsty, whumpy, hurty, mentally ill bg3 fanfic, you might wanna check out the series Who's Blood to Spill on Ao3! I know there aint a whole lot of you out there, but I'm making an effort to find you!

series stats: Words: 56,103 Works: 4 Complete: Yes

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The first two works are centered around Astarion (spawn!Astarion/god!Gale) and the second is a direct continuation of the first. They take place 100+ years after the game.

Only Then, I Am Clean: Rating: Mature Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Words: 25,483 Chapters: 9/9 (complete)

The Rats are Singing: Rating: Mature Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death (death of an OC who is major within the work) Words: 21,289 Chapters: 9/9 (complete)

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The next work centers around Minthara and takes place during the same time as the Astarion stories.

The People Will Call Me Rex: Rating: Mature Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Words: 8,200 Chapters: 3/3 (complete)

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The final work is a half-baked story about Karlach and takes place during Act 1 of the game. (I'm not as big a fan of this one as the other three)

Twisted in Torment: Rating: Teen Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Words: 1,131 Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

[fangswbenefits]

gurl astarion is gay gay that man aint want to be inside a pussy be for fucking real. you stopped writing for miguel to write about a gay man that you forcing to be with with a female reader 🤣

Okay, I'll bite.

1. Considering I write for ATSV Miguel whose sexuality hasn't been disclosed, where do we go from here? Because outside a few things in regards to his powers and condition (there's more information in the comics), I don't really care about comic Miguel, so his sexuality in the comics is irrelevant to me. Based on this, we have no confirmation of anything from the movies therefore I shouldn't be pairing him with a female reader. Is that what you're saying? Or are you basing your narrow-minded opinion on stereotypes?

2. In game, all companions are seen as playersexual. You can romance all of them regardless of your gender. Neil Newbon (Astarion's VA) has said a few years ago that Astarion is pansexual, and you can see that he tries to flirt with other people who aren't men. As far as I'm concerned, he's pan. But if you see him as gay, then you're entitled to it, but there's something about your ask that leaves a sour taste in my mouth tbh. Mostly because I have seen this "he's so fruity and flamboyant" so he cannot be attracted to women at all. Very dangerous stereotype there.

[madam-mess]

AHHHH 'Do not leave my side' was so cute! Ty!

If you want another - not sure if you take NSFW (ish) prompts but there were rated E works in your AO3 so I hope it's okay!

How about; the tadfools saying Astarion has met his match in Halsin but Astarion is being superior about his sexual experience but they make the point that 'yeah, but you've always been the seducer - you've never been seduced by someone with skills like halsin that you actually like you aint ready' and then cut to the next morning and astarion stumbles into camp barely knowing his own name and was like 'you were right'

Sorry it's just a hilarious image I can't get out of my brain

Ask and you shall receive!

A League Above - madam_mess - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

I'm just so happy that you like my writing enough to make requests. I really appreciate you and have had fun with the ones I have gotten thus far. Thanks again for the request. Writing drabbles makes my brain happy.

[amischiefofmice]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗 (apologies for sending chain letters but i'll be honest: i DO find myself wanting to know which of an author's works they're most excited about at any given moment.)

lol well since i just started writing stuff and posting i dont have too many to pick from so lets go with 3 ok

this is my Astarion Focused long fic i got planned that is post bg3 canon, i've not updated it in a bit but thats bc i was going BACK IN TIME and establishing how stuff was, i have like 4k words already jumbling around in a file for ch3 so it will update again. its in a version that is tavless/durgeless and Karlach and Astarion hooked up but she was like 'imaburn bai' instead of going to avernus so lets see how our sad vampire does now (he's trying!!)

this is a latter part of act3 set one exploring the karlach/astarion relationship dynamic thing, focused on vamp boy thinking he's all better now regarding his sex hang ups bc obvs he would be cazador is dead but yah. sorry kid u aint

more light hearted than the other two, and almost done, just a funny idea I had about what if Astarion just kept biting people at camp everytime he felt like they deserved it. and then karlach caught him. set near end of act 1 timewise

[wrightingdungeon]

My Tav OC

People seem to like young Tav so I thought I would introduce my little Tav. In my actual DND Game they are around 16 and I just aged them up for BG3 so they would fit more. 

She is a changeling but I use an elf for a base, idk if there is a race mod that will allow changelings like Orin, but also my laptop will probably burn up worse than Karlach if add anymore Mods.

Also all of this is my Headcanon, I just think it's cute having a no brain cell baby save the world

Heres a screen shot -

Name: Sunny

Age: 16

Gender: doesn't care, they can be anyone *Watch the movie Nimona*

Race: Changeling

Class: Archer *a little multiclass in Bard*

Like family: Wyll, Karlach and Jaheira 

Best friends: Minsc, Boo , Scratch, and Fluffy (Owlbear cub)

Friends: Halsin, and Shadowheart

Awkward: Gale and Lae,zel

Stats:

STR: 12

DEX: 17

CON: 13

INT: 7

WIS: 15

CHA: 11

About Sunny:

“Who has their brain cell?” is a sentence you would hear if it were modern times, and truth be told his little twin sister has both of their brain cells.

Had always dreamed of leaving the Feywild, but had no idea she'd leave with a parasite in her head

Lae'zel did not take finding a changeling on the notaloid well AT ALL, scared the poor baby into taking the form of a dead adult human they saw. *she panicked a bit before pushing the body off the ship, first time they touched a dead body*

Had never left their sister's side, when they woke up on the beach all alone their sobs and yells for her woke up Shadowheart

Is itching to change their skin and do so at night when everyone's sleeping

That's how Asterion figured out their secret. He was feeding one night and watched Sunny sneaking off, following them he saw her change back into her normal skin. “Well, it seems camp has two monsters hiding in it.”

They cry at being called a monster, but they understand why Astarion said so when he admitted to being a vampire 

I'd imagine Sunny's blood would taste like printer ink and it makes Astarion try and scrub his tongue clean. Astarion does not bite them again

Meeting Wyll was like one of those fairy tale knight stories she had been told. Looks up to him. Approached him in the Grove like a shy fan asking for an autograph 

She and Wyll are “Blade Buddies” She does not have a blade she has arrows, and no brain cells

Even after finding out the swamp was a trick He still ate the apples because “who poisons apples?” they had a bad tummy ache, and Wyll kept scolding her while the others laughed 

Is not allowed within twenty feet of the fire because one day their potions and other liquid items were frozen and she thought it would be smart to warm them up in front of the fire…. She forgot to pull out the Alchemist's Flame flasks and damn near nuked the camp.

Wyll's dance scene is the tiefling party. She tells him she's never danced but loved to watch the higher courts dance. He happily shows her how to dance laughing when he spins them because of their happy squeals 

Sunny and Alfira serenade the camp till the last dancer falls

They aint smart but dont get in their sight, they are a marksman at heart.

Would be a Gunslinger class, but hes never seen a gun in his life. Mey Rin from Black Buttler vibes if he was given a glock

Wyll, Karlach, and Jaheira find out she is a changeling mid-fight. She gets knocked out of her human form and they attack her due to their not knowing it's their leader, thinking shes one of Orins goons who took their Sunny

Wyll stops them, shielding Sunny with himself, when he realizes that the crying Changeling is Sunny. “Stop! Stop….” “Sunny?”  “Hey, it's OK, it's ok… Blade Buddies right?”

Wyll is having a massive life-shattering moment back at camp both his best friends are things he swore to kill, but they aren't, they are his family. He feels so much guilt about how he let himself be lied to

Hold up Wyll though higher courts meant kings and queens, finding out Sunny is from THE Feywild just has him more confused 

Talking about the Feywild with them Wyll and Karlach are the first to find out Sunny is only 16. Wyll looks like -

Karlach is just laughing at him and reminds him she was 15 when she became a hell soldier. Wyll needs a drink

#got fucked before 18 trio 

Lae'zel does ask Sunny if they know Orin, and no Lae'zel not all changelings know each other

God's help Gale… He always hung out at camp due to being a walking bomb and always eatting Sunny's shiny things. So when he mistakes their begrudgingly kind acts…. it…. It didn't go well for him

It's like a fucking benny hill chase scene. Gale running for his life, Ablaze Karlach, Lighting shooting Wyll, Scratch and Fluffy *Owlbear Cub* just thinks they are running around playing.

Wyll slapping tadpoles out of Sunny's hand like a parent trying to keep a child from eating sand and rocks

Sunny will fall asleep on Jaheira, Wyll, and Halsin. She forgot and passed out into Karach one night, that was fun

Minsc and Sunny get into so much trouble they, don't mean to, Boo told them it was a good idea

When Mizora tried to make it impossible to save Wyll's father. Sunny did try shooting a arrow right between her pretty eyes

Honestly had no idea Orin was in the camp, they thought Gortash was just scaring them

You bet your sweet ass Sunny and Wyll are following Karlach to the hells

One day fighting the hell swarms a portal opens a similar-looking hand just out and motions them to come in. Thinking it's withers throwing another rager they run through.

It's the Feywild, it's Sunny's younger twin sister Sage. She had been searching like a hound dog for her sister.

Of course Sage helps Karlach with her heart, she helped keep her twin safe after all.

They live happily ever after yay!

Thank you for reading my silly little Headcannon, it was fun to put Sunny out in the world

[naariel]

I have feelings about Gale, major Baldurs Gate 3 spoilers below.

I just can't make my mind up about this man. His initial meeting was hilarious as hell. He is funny and witty. He's known me for like 2 seconds and yet he's ready to fry this very pale man on my behalf no hesitation.

And most interesting: There are moments where everyone will talk *about* the subject we just experienced. He's the only one who thanks you, says he's proud of you.

For example, [ACT 3 SPOILERS] after concluding Astarions personal quest, everyone talks about Astarion and his actions (which makes perfect sense, obviously). But not Gale. He told me "You did a good thing back there. I won't dwell on the matter - I know that's not a sentiment you're accustomed to revelling in, but rest assured - your actions have spoken for themselves."

Like, me??? I was just there for moral support and giving him a nudge in the right direction. But either way it gets me going like "aw shucks Gale". He's got eyes only for the player. I didn't even romance him in the slightest.

But then on the other hand he's got white man syndrome, he always thinks he knows best and blazes ahead with delusions of grandeur. Aint got no common sense. He puts me on a pedestal while also thinking I'm less intelligent than him. Bruh

So yeah, conflicted about Gale. At times he gives the ick and then he turns around and shows he's special. Or maybe it's just a bug and he gives the response as if I'm Astarion?? Haha

Also that mullet is not doing him any favours

[pwnyta]

My tierlist for the companions has changed!

Minthara has moved up the most because when you cheat on her with that bitch who torments Wyll she really tears into you. Its kinda awesome... also her voice is so good.

Astarion has dropped a tier. Hes still great and hilarious but I saw a clip of him being so mean to love interest!Karlach that I can never look at him the same again.

On the contrary Gale Halsin Jaheira and Laezel have all moved up for various reasons. Four for S tier you go S Tier. (Unrelated but does Zels eyebrow hair grow the wrong way? LOL Shes such a little freak.)

Wyll is tragically my fav. Of course hes one of the least popular and also a designated top character...

Thats my type.

Characters people are largely INCORRECT about. He has big cute brown (or white and black/red) eyes and little scar on his nose and I wont be silenced. Karlach also has a barely there scar on her nose too. Typical best girl behavior.

Shadowheart too but this aint about her. I need to be convinced on her still.

[serpentmessmer]

the fun thing about writing something that's essentially original fiction (astarion's there briefly but this aint about him this is oc hours) is there isn't a canon that you have to really give a shit about when it comes to characterization. i am always nailing it, because lothric is mine lol

[3xm-draconic]

Sanguinivore (werebat Cyris short story)

HEY another fic! i am enjoying writing about my boy Cyris and I hope you all like reading about him, ENJOY!

Sanguinivore.

Summary: Cyris meets a fellow blood sucker.

“I’am surrounded by weirdos” Cyris thought as he traversed the woods with his…his adventuring party.

He had Lae’zel the proud Githyanki warrior, Gale the wizard of Waterdeep, Wyll the blade of frontiers, Karlach a barbarian fighter with a hellforged heart, Shadowheart the aloof cleric, Roger and Allegra and a new guy…Astarion.

Astarion…oh Astarion.

When he and Cyris first met, the twunky little bastard pulled a knife on him…Cyris could not blame him though, that would have been his first instinct too had he been in his shoes. Getting snatched up by Mind flayers and being told you’ll turn into one is one hells of an ordeal.

They were on their way to help out a druid named Halsin, to rescue him from some goblins, if they did that then his grove would help them out and this refugee group of tieflings.

Cyris couldn’t care less about the tieflings but if given the chance to kill goblins, he’d take it any day.

They were coming up on an abandoned town when Cyris spotted something in the pathway, a dead boar, “hold up, dead animal…looks fresh, there might be something around here” he called to the others.

He approached the boar and examined its body, no claw marks or and bite wounds…say for two small punctures on its neack, Cyris pondered for a moment “hu?...drained of blood?...could there be another werebat out here?”, “what are you doing just gawking at it…ugh can we leave now, I mean it's just a dead pig!” Astarion whined.

“From the looks of it I’d say it’s been exsanguinated” Gale said as he joined Cyris “most likely from a vampire”, “niet! great Goblins and now bloodsuckers, these woods are just full of fun little things” Allegra hissed. 

“Psft, a vampire aint no problem” Roger mumbled “practical no more harmful than a mosquito”, Astarion glared at him “oh I’am sure one could still, oh I don’t know, RIP YOUR THROAT OUT while you slept” he maliciously grinned, “stop all of you, vampires or not we have a job to do, we’ll just be a little more cautious at night” Wyll mumbled.

Cyris did not like that.

Cyris had been slipping away in the wee hours of dusk when everyone was asleep and dreaming to go and feed, to hunt.

With everyone on high alert…

Roger and Allegra were the only ones who knew, who knew he was a werebat and was a sanguinivore, he could trust them…but he knew not if he could the others.

Cyris caught something in the corner of his vision, a look on Astarion’s face, a look of worry, “why are you all worried?” Cyris pondered “what do you have to hide?”

Cyris shrugged and took out his knife and began to skin and field butcher the boar, “welp, waist not want not, camp’s getting a bit low on rations and I’am not letting a nice big fat boar just rot in the sun”.

Later that night in camp Cyris got to work cooking up dinner, Cyris was sort of the…designated cook of the camp.

Gale was too fancy with what little spices they had, Wyll didn’t even know how to fry an egg, Karlack could burn water, Lae’zel…Lae’zel had an odd taste for food, Shadowheart nearly burned down the whole camp last time they let her cook, Roger was drunk most of the time, Allegra preferred to eat things…raw… and Astarion…

Well Astarion complained about cooking… the whole time he did cook…but what he made the time he did wasn’t half bad.

Still, everyone left chef duties up to Cyris, being raised by halflings meant Cyris knew how to make a meal out of just about anything in the wild. Take the boar for instance, tonight the boar was going to be stewed with mushrooms, wild onions, potatoes and parsnips. It would all go wonderfully with that bread and cheese they found in that goblin infested town they cleared out.

Some salt and pepper…and “soup's on everybody” Cyris called out as he tapped the ladle against the side of the cooking pot.      

As Cyris served everybody he noticed Astarion being more aloof than usual, he fixed up a bowl for him and brought it over “Starry are you hungry?” he said as he offered the bowl, Astarion suddenly looked up at him as if he were just snapping out of a trance “oh…food, yes I’ll have some” he politely took the bowl  from his hands. 

“You…ok?” Cyris studied him, “oh?..yes, yes I’am fine just a little…hungry…that's all” he said “nothing the soup won't fix” he smiled at Cyris as he dug in. Cyris wasn't fooled, something was wrong, Astarion’s body language said it all, he was hiding something…but what?

“OW!” Gale shrieked “damn papercut!” he hissed. Cyris’s head snapped over, not for the concern of his comrade but…the smell, warm…fresh…sweet. “Get a grip” he scolded himself mentally “you’ll hunt tonight when everything is quiet…”, then Cyris heard it. 

A faint sound…a whimper.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Astarion looking at Gale…the same way he was, with hunger in his red eyes.

Later that night as he lay on his bedroll, feigning sleep so he could later go hunting, Cyris sensed something…someone crawling over him.

His eyes shot open to see…Astarion…about to bite his neck.

“Shit…” Astarion froze, like a deer in a lamp light, “what are you doing?” Cyris said more curious than mad, “well…I..I..just need a little…you know…blood” Astarion sighed.

It was there in the dim firelight that Cyris could see it, his fangs, Astarion…was a vampire. “I…I wasn’t going to hurt you…I’am just so”, “go on” Cyris said as he pulled back the long curtain of thick, wild black hair from his neck “feed”.

Astarion paused, “you…you're really letting me?”, “it would be wrong to let you go hungry while I fed everyone else, go on Starry, feed till you're full, don’t worry about hurting me, I can take it” Cyris smiled.  

It was wrong of Cyris to let Astarion starve of blood, at least Cyris had somebody who KNEW what it was like…maybe he could also tell him…about his secret. 

Astarion’s eyes light up, “this is a gift you know…I won't soon forget it”.

Astarion sank his fangs into Cyris’s neck

…it…felt…weird.

Cyris sat there as the pale elf fed, the feeling of sharp coldness in his jugular soon fading into a dull numbness. He could feel himself ebbing away, Astarion drinking in his lifeforce, stealing away his essence…yet the tattoos kept him from dying, they restarted his heart every time his vision started to fade…

Astarion unlatched from him gasping for air, he licked his lips and smiled…almost drunkenly, his eyes had a blissfulness to them, he had the look of someone completely lost in a high.

“Starry?” Cyris said as he delicately tapped the vampire’s shoulder ,“HU!” Astarion jumped “oh!...oh…oh~” he muttered softly “darling thank you” he smiled coyly “you were…invigoratingly delicious”.

“That's nice but can you get off me please?” Cyris said flatly, “oh” Astarion had not realized he was practically straddling him. Cyris got up, “where are you going?” Astarion pondered, “well…” Cyris wanted to tell him…but he couldn’t…“I need to go for a walk, I’ll be back in a while, don’t worry about me” Cyris shrugged.

Astarion cocked his head “you are an odd fellow…”. 

Cyris knew he would have to tell them at some point…but just not now, at least he was happy knowing he had someone like him…in a way… a soul of kindred tastes.

Another… sanguinivore.