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[jojoma]

That unique dialogue happens at the party when player (in this case — Astarion) already have relationship with Karlach.

Karlach: With you — and just lately — I feel like I can remember what it's like to be... good.

Astarion: "Good" gets boring fast. I say do what suits you anytime, anywhere.

Karlach: Really now? Cuz I think you suit me perfectly.

Me: 😱😤🥴

So, this time (another one I posted here), Karlach not only fiery flirts, but also admits that she hasn't been a good girl for a long time 🥹

From video by @angedonia

update: previously there was a mistake above, the condition is to be in a relationship with Karlach herself

[ribbonentrails]

it's too dangerous to go alone take this~

[shatouto]

両片思い

[ejoym]

Redraw from David Blaine Street Magic Part 3 by thoselilrabbits. I'm so sorry for the convoluted Venn diagram of references you need to know in order to understand this joke.

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

Wyll Ravengard as Text Posts but it's the ones that make my heart hurt

Part 3/?

[wild-magic-oops]

take notes, Gale bby

[bluebells-and-dragonflies]

God, the intimacy of Astarion feeding from you.

Astarion drinking from your neck as he pulls your body closer to his in bed, his chest up against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist. It's a casual thing, now, his whispered can I? and your answering nod, as much a part of your bedtime routine as your bath or his curl care. You sigh as his fangs pierce your skin and his fingers flex against your stomach. His breath hitches when the taste of you hits his tongue, and that's familiar too, the physicality of it, the noises he makes low in his throat as he drinks, the way he grows warmer against you as your blood begins to flow through his veins. Nothing else makes you feel so heady, so intoxicated- so comforted.

Astarion drinking from your wrist when he’s starving for it and can’t wait to get you more comfortable. Pulling him into an alleyway one night on the way home from the Elfsong because you can see how badly he's craving in the way he can't keep his eyes off of the pulse point in your neck. He seizes your arm with both hands (can I? Yes-), bringing the soft skin on the inside of your wrist to his lips. He has just enough presence of mind to kiss the heel of your hand distractedly before he bites, fangs sliding through your skin and into the vein. The sound he makes can only be described as a growl, something feral and possessive (and you'll never tell him that it turns you on, since he would be insufferable about it- a promise to yourself that lasts exactly as long as the space between the moment and the next time you're tipsy and want him).

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Astarion drinking from your inner thigh, one hand holding your leg steady and the other cupping your cunt. You groan, eyes shut in pleasure, as his thumb comes to rub your clit. The pain of the bite is barely pain this way- it collides with the pleasure in your belly and sends you almost out of your mind, overwhelmed with sensation and heat. He takes you all the way there, takes just enough from you to have you relaxed and pliant and soaring somewhere above your own body, plays you like an instrument with all the knowledge of you he's gathered over the months, the years. He knows when you're close, knows to crook his fingers inside you just so, knows the reaction he's going to get when he pulls away from your thigh for just a moment and looks up at you with dark eyes and tells you to come for him, he wants to see it, you fall apart so beautifully and it's all for him, isn't it, tell him how good he makes you feel and when you climax with his voice in your ear and the scent of blood on the air he has the audacity to laugh at how well he understands you, your body.

He's soft, after, softer than he'll ever be with anyone who isn't you. He licks you clean before he takes you to the bath, carrying you with the strength your lifeblood gives him. It's the least he can do for you, with everything you've given him: not just your body, but your trust, your closeness, and he will never stop being grateful.

[scourgiez]

my ko-fi

[justporo]

Ascended Astarion would let himself get painted nude and then obnoxiously send these paintings to Tav, who left him - like the medieval fantasy version of an unsolicited dickpic.

[tadpole-apocalypse]

All of this month’s commissions together 😆

Batch two starting later this week…if you’ve messaged me I will be getting back to you very soon.

[a-rogue-tiddy-bot]

Bioware walked so Larian Studios could run.

[jojoma]

Karlach is used to falling asleep hugging her teddy bear Clive. But recently she began to wake up without her lil friend and find him somewhere in the corner of the tent or outside at all. Wondering what was happening, she tried to stay awake all night and watched. When Karlach almost passed out, she felt someone sneak into the tent. It was Astarion. Approaching, he pulled out the toy and, snorting, threw it somewhere. After that, the vampire settled comfortably in the vacated space between her chest and arms.

Some fun fluffy stuff before bedtime 😘

[corviiids]

cant shut up about this game for even one second

[umbracirrus]

*scene fades from black*

Hey, you. You're finally awake. Got a tadpole in your head, right? Walked right into that mind flayer ambush, same as us and that cleric over there.

[lazylittledragon]

I NEED TO KNOW WHAT MAMA DEKARIOS'S REACTION WAS WHEN SHE FOUND OUT CYRA WAS PREGNANT :000000 her boy is about to be a dad i think she would lose her entire shit

I THINK YOU’RE PROBABLY RIGHT

[junocornkiwi]

I am NOT responsibile for that 😤 this mage likes to wander around on his own, he doesn’t know that curiosity once 💀 a cat

I wonder whom he's looking at in the last sketch 😏

"what's with the face? ☺️💜 show me your smile, pretty"