#baldur's gate

[brabblesblog]

A Throne of Roses

another brilliant piece from the amazing Leira Art!

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[dailygale]

[aristenfromwarsaw]

I want...you...

[fridaypls]

One more Neil!Starion, this time the split-face challenge.

WHOLE new level of respect for people who can pull this off successfully. This was my best attempt and it's... acceptable-ish.

[lunian]

Bloodweave's weird love language is Astarion complaining how disgusting Gale's blood is so Gale yells at him "So stop trying to feed on me!" where this vampire only hisses and says "NO!"

It never ends but this wizard has to be marked by this nasty annoying mosquito for everyone's acknowledgment

[angstyastro]

Can’t stop, won’t stop

Wyllstarion doodles

[astrariums]

BALDUR'S GATE III (2023)

[northernolddragon]

[venenum-cadaverinus]

Okay. Another photo of Gale, which is similar to my previous post, but i can't help myself - i like it.

[astarion-my-beloved]

FYI: astarion’s past does not mean he can’t possibly be submissive without it being unhealthy. Something like that can actually be really healing - handing over control and being able to trust that you’ll be safe and cared for.

[angedonia]

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Hurtful Word

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 650 WC

Masterlist

Warnings: Astarion being a jackass for a hot second, fluff, hurt/comfort

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You limped over to Karlach, your whole being feeling drained. Healing everyone enough to get back to camp was taking its toll on your weary body. You gently pulled the arrow out of her calf before covering the wound with your hands. A soft blue glow emanated from them, closing her wound up enough until it was superficial. You slumped over, all power being drained from you until you could rest. You sighed heavily, running your hand over your sweaty brow. 

“Can you heal Astarion?” Karlach said as she tested her weight on her leg. She pointed to him, he was across the way with a gash in his shoulder. He held himself, glove soaked in blood. You put your weary hands over the cut but your magic waned. Utterly exhausted, your body couldn’t muster it. You sighed.

“Fucking useless…” he muttered under his breath but you still caught it. Your body froze, as did his. You looked at him, tears starting to form in your eyes. 

“Y/N… wait…” he said as you got up and started to walk towards the sigil back to camp. He tried to follow you but his shoulder was barely hanging on, he needed serious healing. You threw an angry yet hurt expression his way, stopping right before the sigil. “I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry… I’m just… utterly defeated. That’s no excuse my darling. I apologize.” he said sincerely reaching for your hand softly. 

You took his hand, “I accept your apology.” you sniffled. “Take that tone with me again though and I swear to the gods…” you trailed off, Astarion chuckled as he caressed your face. 

You lead him through the sigil, he swung your hands back and forth playfully. When you made it to your tent you took his armor off as gently as you could before having him drink a potion of superior healing. You cursed yourself for forgetting it and not bringing it to battle. You watched as Astarion’s wound closed slowly, the muscles and skin regrowing leaving behind nothing but a small scratch. You passed him a damp cloth to wipe the excess blood away while you riffled through your belongings for a clean shirt. You passed him a black night shirt you had for him. He slipped it on, both of you working in a comfortable silence. When you were both clean and finished you leaned against the pole holding your tent up, tilting your head back and closing your eyes. You felt Astarion move next to you, he kissed your shoulder before sighing. 

‘What is it Star?” you asked, eyes fluttering open to look at him. 

“I’m so sorry for what I said earlier.” he said. 

You saw the wrinkles of guilt on his forehead and the disappointed look in his eyes. “Honey, it's done with. You apologized, I forgave you. That's the end of it.” You kissed his cheek, tilting his head up to look at him and see the sincerity in your words. 

He closed his eyes, bringing your hand to his cheek so you were cradling it. He kissed your palm. You knew forgiveness was something he wasn’t familiar with, quite the opposite. He felt so guilty for snapping at you, somebody who had only shown him kindness and patience. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” he asked. 

You caressed his cheek with your thumb, “Nope, no need. You are perfect darling.” you kissed the tip of his nose.

He smiled softly at your never ending sweetness. “I love you.” he said as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, kissing you once before resting there.

You giggled quietly, his white curls tickling your skin. “I love you.” you responded, kissing his forehead before resting your head on his. You drifted off to sleep after a short while, your aching body needing the reprieve.

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Naboo's Note:

Hey all! Sorry this one is a little short, I notice I always try to make my fics 1K+ but that can make it hard for me to post fics when I lack the motivation to write that much so I will try to post more but they might not all be super long. I hope that's ok? IDK let me know what ya'll feel/think about this. Anyways - I hope you guys like this one! Thanks for all the love, I look forward to the comments they motivate me so much! XOXOXOXOXOX!!!!!!!!

[thewritetofreespeech]

Tressym can be Fickle

WORDS: 692 RATING: G PAIRING: Gale x Tav SUMMARY: based on a very real arguement between my husband & I on who our cat likes more.

It had been a long, arduous, grueling day at the academy.

Though Gale loved his new role as a professor and educator, teaching the young minds of witches & wizards all across Faerun to harness their magic, induction week was the worst. He felt his life was in less peril fighting the Elder Brain or any of their other enemies & cohorts along the Sword Coast than he was now. Testing the new inductees to file them accordingly to their skill. ‘Skill’ being a very loose word tossed around this week.

He returned home that evening with a heavy sigh through the door, an even heavier thud of his satchel filled with books, and a desperate need to be tended to by his spouse. The whole day had been about soothing the egos, feelings, and on occasion literal wounds of new students that Gale thought he deserved some tending to now.

“Tav?” He called out as he put his cloak away. Usually, they greeted him at the door. Or at least acknowledged him when he came home. Curious, Gale walked through the house to try and find them. His search not long as he came upon Tav in the living room. On the couch by a low fire, with Tara on their lap. “Well….don’t you two look cozy.”

“Hmm, we rather are Mr. Dekarios.” Tara agreed. “Or at least we were, until someone started shouting.”

“Apologies for shouting in my own house.” Gale snipped at Tara. Taking his own plush armchair across from them. “Since when did you become a lap cat? And, before you get too ruffled under the feathers, it’s a figure of speech.”

Tara hummed. Seeming to debate about not letting it go but was perhaps indeed to comfortable to make a fuss. “Very recently I suppose. I never had an interest until now.” The tressym purred with her eyes closed as she tilted her head up towards Tav and her head scratches.

“You never took an interest with me.” Gale said with a deep frown.

“You do not have nails, Mr. Dekarios.”

The wizard growled and stood up. Unable to watch his dearest friend and lover betray him like this in front of his own eyes. It was still early for dinner but he stalked off towards the kitchen to focus his frustrations on what to eat.

A few moments later, Tav came in. Looking confused on why he was so upset. “Sorry.” He apologized quickly. “It’s just been a long day. And I am glad that you and Tara are getting along now. Guess I’m being….overly sensitive at being shut out. Tressym can be fickle, but I’ve never known Tara to change her mind about anyone. Again, not that I’m not pleased you two are getting along. I just never thought I would suddenly be second in her estimation.”

“Suddenly second? Please Mr. Dekarios.” The couple turned to see Tara trot in. Seeming interested in their conversation. “I wouldn’t say that you were suddenly second. Not given my high esteem of your mother. A better estimate is which one of you is second on the day, and who is third.”

“Really Tara? Kick a man while he’s down??”

“But, I’m a reasonable creature. Perhaps my estimations can be over swayed. Perhaps with a bit of chicken? Fried pigeons if you have any?”

“So a creature of reason but not honor, eh?” Gale stated, with a wave of his hand as if he wish to brush away this whole conversation.

Before he could leave, Tav wrapped their arms around his waist. Pulling him close. The smell of their hair in his nose. Something like ‘you’ll always be number 1 to me’ muffled into his chest, which causes him to smile and hold them back.

They tell Gale to go upstairs and relax. Take a bath if he liked, while they made dinner. That sounded heavenly, so he did just that.

When he came back down, he was not amused by the roast chicken on his plate. Nor the grinning little tressym in the corner, licking her chops like she’d just swallowed a canary. Or, perhaps, her bribery chicken.

[fridaypls]

I don't think I'll actually finish this one, but in case you enjoy the rough sketch of what almost was, have shirtless Starry swinging a sword mid-Cazador fight. There was gonna be a newly-headless werewolf in front of him and a lovely spray of gore, so you'll just have to imagine both.

[zevlor]

BHAAL'S CHOSEN. [2/?]

[banes-favourite]

I think Gorty is a big whimperer in bed when he's actually letting himself be vulnerable and enjoy it, top or bottom

absolutely, he whines and cries and whimpers and moans. does Not shut the fuck up