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astarion always being given the shadowheart coded items first and foremost in neils playthrough being a Trend i see
#rei rambles#THATS SO FUNNY AJJSJAJAJAJ#first the blood of lathander#now the dark justiciar helmet . lorewise sh should refuse any and All healing for astarion from now on JAJSJSJAJA#ADDITIONALLY BOWEE LMAO NOT THE DARK JUSTICIAR PLATE ALSO BEING PARADED RIGHT IN FRONT OF SH#id completely understand if sh completely refused to heal neil newbons characters specifically bc .i Would too
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"bla, bla, witness my profane power!" *10 minutes later*:
#BG3 spoilers#BG3#he's the first boss so far who at one point just gives up the fight and tries to run for his life#emphasis on tries bc he doesn't realise there's a cleric on board until it's too late#(note that in BG1 and BG2 it was pretty common for AI to make the enemies panic once they've received overwhelming damage in short time)#here it just looks like he's especially cowardly in comparison to other enemies#It's funny bc in my playthrough he acted all high and mighty#Then Shadowheart approached him with Blood of Lathander and suddenly uh oh it hurts why can't I regenerate#ma'am what are you planning to do with this big sword please don't hit me#if he hadn't got tons of goons this fight would be over in three turns#good riddance#he had way less dignity than Bodhi
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Cazador: I have Mist Form, you cannot possibly hurt me!
Jerra *brandishing the Blood of Lathander*: I count six seconds, fuckface
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#baldur's gate 3#the blood of lathander really made this fight a non-issue#also jerra misty stepped over the chamber to astarion and freed him in the first turn#i imagine her flipping cazador the double bird across the chamber after doing this
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tegan keeps her faith to herself, as a general rule. it's not that she hides that she worships lathander (she'll tell anyone if asked, it's no secret, there's no reason for it to be), but she prefers to keep it private. her relationship with her god is special to her, something she takes comfort in her faith in him, and in the small moments of acknowledgement she's received. :)
#tegan#she prays to him at dawn every morning#and will give a little offering (usually a pinch of herbs or something similar) before she sets off to travel#she's only truly communed with him a few times. the first being after she was cursed#when she visited a temple to lathander (where she actually found out it was a curse and not just. illness.)#the head of the temple helped her. and though it wasn't an actual conversation it gave her some answers#and guided her toward the city and then toward rosymorn#the second was at rosymorn. after they destroyed the creche.#she sat in the ruins for a long time. praying over the blood of lathander#he. talked to her? sort of. more that he gave her the information she needed and offered her some relief from her curse#though he couldnt Entirely break it#he gave her what she needed to do it herself#and gave her his blessing :)#she gets to commune w him again after breaking the curse
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can i just get some soup for my family
roles below the cut
we couldnt summon fork and scratch at the same time so i edited it in
#rambling#bg3#baldur's gate 3#is it counterintuitive to wield the blood of lathander as a circle of the spores druid?#maybe.#however i am addicted to this weapon ever since i first acquired it in my gesundheit save
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do you ever feel so much love between the fictional video game character and the borderline self-insert avatar you made that it kinda makes you wanna anxiety vomit. i am Normal btw
#bg3 tag#i have healthy reactions to affection and romance. ignore the blood i've coughed up on the floor#anyway finished my second playthrough yippeee!! same tav as the first i wanted to do Every Single Quest this time#chatdaw#emetophobia#bard who worships lathander and is meant to love the dawn and hate the undead#who gives up the sunlight because they fell in love w a vampire. btw. if you even care.
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The Gith Creche is kicking my ass. I have fought the Inquisitor twice today, and talked to my guardian once. Came out to try to fast escape out of there, and got creamed by the waiting soldiers. Turns out I didn't save my game after the Astral plane sequence. I'm ready to throw my keyboard across the room 😡😤
#personal#it's okay because I didn't complete the first part of the blood of Lathander quest so I need to do it first. BUT STILL#I'm just annoyed now lol#bg3
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Powered through most of the Underdark today which means Act 2 is just around the corner!
More importantly: KARLACH HUG SOON!!!
#undecided as of yet if I do the creche first or head straight into the shadowlands#blood of lathander would be nice to have...#fun fact#my first playthrough I somehow always avoided the most straightforward entrance to anything#didn't meet the goblin camp checkpoint#didn't see the main entrance door to the creche#avoided the wyrm's crossing checkpoint#etc etc#lead to me missing a lot of context though#but#I also found the puzzle for the blood of lathander way before I actually got anywhere near the creche#and was very confused about what I was supposed to do with the piece that you get after doing the ceremonial weapons puzzle lol#so I also had no idea that you could blow the whole place to pieces
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#entering part 2 in bg3 is like finally………. playing a paladin is really paying off#that and the blood of lathander 👌#i have photos of her from later in the game but i like this one most thus far#my angry girl she's gonna bash your head in#oc: samael#don't judge the name ok i originally made her years ago as my first dnd character this is her reimagined#but she has a soft spot in my heart
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Baldur's Gate 3 Companion!Tav Ask List
What if your Tav was a recruitable companion, instead of the main character? (contains major spoilers for the game, and for some dark urge runs as well)
General
Where can your Tav be recruited? Are they first encountered on the Nautiloid, or in the Nautiloid crash region? Or are they not recruitable until a later act?
Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav?
Does your Tav have any comments or advice when you recruit other companions?
What sort of general actions raise or lower their approval?
Are there any instances where your Tav can permanently leave the party, depending on player character actions?
Do they have any secrets that can be revealed? What are the prerequisites for this secret coming to light?
Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game? Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes?
What do they say when the Player Character asks them to stay in camp? How about when the Player Character asks them to come adventuring again?
Does your Tav have any escalating conflicts with one of the other companions, like Lae’zel and Shadowheart’s knife-fight?
Are there any unique NPCs associated with your Tav that can show up during the course of the game?
Are there any moments in the game that trigger unique dialogue for your character? (Like Gale’s anecdote about the barfight after you save the goblin prisoner)
Story Specific
How does your Tav advise the player character when it comes to the Dream Visitor?
How do they advise the player character on Raphael?
How do they react to Astarion biting the Player Character?
How do they react to the Player Character letting Abdirak whip them?
How do they react to the Player Character taking their first tadpole power?
Will they stay with the Player Character regardless of siding with the goblins or the tieflings, or is it possible for them to leave the party permanently?
What can they be found doing at the tiefling/goblin party?
Do they have comments on who the Player Character chooses to spend the night with?
Do they have unique dialogue if the Player Character lets them die when they steal the Blood of Lathander?
How do they react if the PC licks the dead spider in the Gauntlet of Shar?
What do they say if the PC tries to force them to go up on stage with Dribbles the Clown?
Is it possible for your Tav to be kidnapped and replaced by Orin? How is Orin's deception revealed? How do they react to the PC rescuing them in the Temple of Bhaal?
How do they react to the PC either allowing Astarion to ascend or convincing him to spare the 7000 spawn?
How does Tav react to the PC becoming a mind flayer? Can they offer to become one themselves? Does their reaction change if they’re romanced?
How do they react when the Dark Urge first reveals their amnesia and murderous thoughts to them?
How do they react to the Dark Urge killing Alfira?
If romanced, how do they react to the Dark Urge trying to kill them in Act 2?
Romance
Is your Tav a romanceable character? Are there any specific requirements to romancing them?
Does your Tav need to be flirted with to start the romance, or will they approach the PC themselves if approval is high enough?
Are they a polyamorous or a monogamous option?
Do they have a special romance scene at the tiefling/goblin party?
Does the romance have different branching paths, or just one route to take?
How do they react to the player character breaking up with them, or choosing another character over them?
What questions can Zethino ask the PC about Tav in the Love Test?
If they’re poly, do they have a reaction to the PC engaging in a relationship with Halsin?
How do they react if the PC has sex with Mizora? The Emperor? Haarlep?
Will they join in with the PC and the Drow Twins, or no?
What are Tav’s plans for the future? Do they propose to the PC, or is marriage not something they’re interested in?
Free space! Share anything from your companion!Tav au!
#baldur's gate 3#bg3 spoilers#ask list#oc ask list#bg3 oc#bg3 tav#i've been thinking about this au for far too long now and i've written FAR too much about aurel w it#also i'm sure the durge portion of this is incomplete but i haven't gotten super far in my own durge playthrough yet so. bear with me#anyways. pls ask me about aurel im unwell abt him
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Happy holidays! It's your Secret Santa recipient! Can I get Astarion/Tav gentle vampire paladin who broke her vows, a good dose of angst and comfort please. Thank you! ^^
So, I finally got to your request! It's not a Secret Santa, coz we've discussed everything with you in DM. Buuut - I like what we've made up! And it's my first fic about someone else's Tav who is neither generic nor Tiriel.
When The Light is Gone
Synopsis: You used to be many things. You used to be a Paladin of Lathander. You used to be Astarion's only love. You used to be mortal. You used to be free. Now, you are just a vampire spawn in the hands of an evil and cruel vampire lady - and no one hears your prayers anymore.
TW: Tav is put through the same things Astarion was put by Cazador (including tortures and SA). They aren't written in details, but those things are mentioned.
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You pray, but no one listens.
Your bones are broken, and your flesh is flayed. As far as you can see through the piercing pain, there is no skin left on your body. It's all ripped from you like rags.
The vampire regeneration brings it back in a second. No wounds, no bruises. The skin looks like day you died.
Frozen in time.
"I see you are back!" your master laughs, and her voice echoes through the dungeon.
No, please, not again.
The vampire lady approaches you with a terrible elegance. She moves through the place of torture as if it were a ballroom.
"My dear little spawn, why do you upset me so much? Am I not kind to you? Am I not forgiving?"
She chuckles studying your face. Your tears have long dried. The red eyes glow in anticipation.
"And you still dare to disobey me- you've run! Is this the gratitude for giving you immortality?"
You are silent. You are so exhausted you can't speak. The hunger is so overwhelming, you can't think about anything. You would eat a flea if it meant getting at least a drop of blood.
"Answer me, girl."
Your mouth moves against your will. A spawn is a mere puppet in the arms of its master.
"I am sorry, Meerah."
The vampire licks her lips. She is beautiful, your master. Black hair, pale skin. Once she was a human. But it was centuries ago. Was she tortured like that by her master? Or was she a vampire bride, a privileged slave? It doesn’t matter what she was. It matters what she is now.
Cruel.
Sadistic.
Perversive.
"What to do with you, my dear sweet paladin?" she touches your breasts and then goes lower with her cold fingers. "Regeneration is so sweet - I like seeing skin growing back and bones mending."
Meerah takes out a dagger, brushing its tip on your stomach.
"Pity, you didn't experience the pleasure of getting out of that grave. A vampire must find its own way to the surface once it wakes in a coffin. And that stupid vampire... What was his name? Astarion?"
You sniff. You have nightmares. Сonstantly. But sometimes you see worse things - you dream that Astarion saves you. That it's him making love to you, not Lum or someone else Meerah decided to reward. You hear his voice, sense his touch. Only to wake up in chains.
Or in someone else's bed.
"He dug you from your grave. With his hands. So desperate he was as if he hoped you would still be mortal when he found you. How you clung to him with your eyes glowing red! But he left. He ran!"
No, it wasn’t like that!
Your body didn't listen to you anymore. You stood up and approached your new master, your slave owner. Astarion was standing there near your grave surrounded by Meerah’s spawns.
She gave him a choice - he goes and never returns. Or you would be left to meet the sun.
Meerah can always make news spawns, but Astarion wouldn't find another Tav.
I will find the way! I will kill her the same way we killed Cazador!
And he disappeared. The spawns chased him like hounds chasIng prey.
He will save you. He will find you.
"Dear, dear. How long have you been here? Let me think. Twenty years! And he has never shown up!"
The dagger plunges into your stomach and even though your senses are dulled you cry in pain.
"You know the harsh truth. Vampires never get along. We love mortals to warm our beds because our bodies are so cold. We love drinking the blood of people we like. But two vampires... You can't give anything to each other. I know you still cry for him. Lum told me - you wake up in tears calling out for Astarion because you thought he'd finally come for you. But he left. He will never return"
She stabs you with the dagger.
And again.
And again.
It's a perfect torture because you can't die. You are already dead, she killed you twenty years ago condemning you to the existence of her personal toy.
"O Lord of Light, illuminating the path" you whisper, coughing blood. " Saving us from the darkness beckoning wrath"
But the Morninglord doesn't hear you.
He is the enemy of the undead.
And you are among them.
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Meerah finally gets tired of torturing you. She unchains you and you fall to the dirty floor. The wounds immediately heal.
I want blood. I need to eat.
Meerah doesn't feed you often. She gives you enough to keep you sane and "good-looking". But it never satiates you.
"Stand up"
Your body obeys.
Lum stands from the shadows and you shiver - it was him who caught you and brought you back. He, the lover of the powerful vampire, wasn't afraid of the mere spawn.
"She is yours for the night. Do whatever you want."
Lum licks his lips studying your body. No, not him. Not again. His touches burn like acid and he is even more violent than Meerah. It's his release after submitting to his lady.
"I know you have a thing for women of gods. Spawn! Follow him to the bedroom and please him. Beg him for more, until he gets tired of you"
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Dissociation is a gift.
It's not you.
It’s someone else performing in bed for this vile man. Someone else is getting fucked, someone else is used for pleasure. Your mind wanders away as your mouth moans and begs.
You try to think about Astarion. To remember him. How good it was with him. How gentle he always was.
But it's been twenty years and you realize you've forgotten his face.
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You lie on the floor. Lum ordered you not to move. He doesn't possess the master's voice, he is a mere human, who was promised to be given eternal life. But the master's voice ordered you to obey him so you do.
Your body is numb because of the cold and humiliation. Maybe, you should find a way to step into the sun. To let the god of dawn take you. You tried once but were caught and were impaled for a year.
Astarion made it somehow for two centuries. Through tortures, through pain, through rapes, through hunger. You can do it, too.
But you aren't so sure anymore.
Intrusive thoughts invade your mind. "He left you, knowing perfectly well what would happen to you. He left you to be ripped, torn, used, ruined, destroyed. He isn't coming back. He's forgotten."
No, no! This isn't true!
"Your god has forsaken you. Remember how many things you did for Lathander? Deeds, prayers... Nothing matters. He forsook you the moment you were turned into a vampire."
You cry in silence. You've learned this skill too - to weep and grieve without a sound.
WAKE UP
The master's voice forces you to jump on your feet.
TO THE DUNGEON
You go. Your feet are bare and the only piece of clothes you wear is a pair of trousers and an old shirt. Too big for you but at least you aren't naked.
QUICK YOU STUPID BITCH!
You rush. Something is wrong. Someone has come to challenge your master and now all the spawns will have to fight for her.
When you arrive at the dungeon there is a fight. You see at least three spawns are dead and their bodies slowly turn to ashes.
Meerah is scared.
And so are you.
There are three intruders. And two of them are dhampirs.
Two young men, identical and tall, kill vampire spawns as if they are just rabid dogs. The worst vampire nightmare - someone who is immune to vampirism and feels the presence of vampires.
There is a third person among them, another hooded figure.
"I told you not to come!" Meerah yells. "I told you I would force her to see the sun!"
The hooded figure steps forward.
Astarion.
These twenty years didn't change him. He looks the same.
He recognizes you and there is grief in his perfect face.
KILL HIM
You try to disobey but you are less than a puppet.
You rush to him with your fangs and claws but in a moment you are paralyzed.
One of the dhampirs used "Hold Undead".
You are motionless. Weak. But you can't break the chains - and this is a blessing.
"You think you can kill me?! You, a masterless spawn and two half-deads?!"
Meerah is scared. For the first time in her undead life.
When the vampire dies, you feel the pain, and the invisible strings burn and fall into the darkness.
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You wake up in a dark room. It was all a dream. You dream of your master's death. Of Astarion. Of freedom.
Of course, it's not true. It couldn't happen.
The hunger tortures you, forcing your guts to wrench.
You catch the scent of a living person. Blood, fresh blood. Living blood.
So desirable. So unreachable.
You sit up, staring into the dark, and see Lum, your rapist.
He is tied up. His bones are broken and his mouth is gagged. He muffles something but you can't understand anything.
And you feel emptiness in the part of your mind that has always been occupied by your master.
You hear steps. A familiar scent.
"Woke up, darling?"
You stare at Astarion in disbelief. Twenty years. Twenty years! And yet...
He is here.
You rush to him crying and cursing and he hugs you with his strong arms.
"Shh, it's ok. It's over. You are free. No one will ever hurt you. I will never leave you. We will always be together."
"Why? Why twenty years? Where have you been?" you sniff.
"Was looking for a way to kill that bitch and not lose you in the process. But I was always looking, I have never stopped. I give you my word"
The hunger becomes unbearable and you look at Lum. He is scared to death. He has never thought it was possible to outlive his master.
"Has she ever let you drink human blood?"
Rats. Stray dogs. Birds. Your only food. But she usually starved you, sometimes not feeding for years, locking you inside a cell.
"Drink his blood. Don't stop yourself. Drink till the last drop"
"But I-"
"She is dead. Eat."
And you rush to the body as a feral animal. Sinking your fangs into the warm flesh.
Blood.
Real human flood.
You rip Lum's throat trying to cause as much pain as possible. And you drink and drink
Till nothing is left.
Your mind becomes clear. You've never felt so good since you were turned. You even have something in your chest as if your undead heart could beat.
Astarion picks you up and carries you away from the dead body.
***
The surface feels nice. It's early night and it smells like freedom.
Dhampir brothers approach you and you sense the fear. The dhampirs. The death of the vampires.
"Well, I suppose here we part ways, Uncle"
"Call me uncle once again and I will test my ability to fight a dhampir!"
The twins laugh. "Our mother considers you her brother. It makes
you our uncle. Who knows when you will need our help again."
"But beware" the other one adds. "You are responsible for Tav. If she can't control her hunger, she will become our prey. And so will you"
The twins bow simultaneously and disappear in the night. Astarion grabs your hand.
"Why do they call you uncle?"
"They are Dalyria's sons. Apparently, she still considers me her brother. I haven't decided if I like it or not. Come on, let's get out of here. There is a town nearby and the innkeepers accidentally invited me to the tavern some time ago."
You walk in silence. There is so much you want to tell him. There is so much you want to cry about. But you are quiet.
By the sunrise, you finally reach the inn. Astarion orders a bath and locks the wooden door.
"Do you want me to stay or to go?" he carefully asks.
You don't know what to do. You feel cold. You feel dirty. You feel dead even though you are satiated with blood.
Astarion sighs. "I will be in our room in case you need anything."
"No!" You finally manage to say. "Stay"
He nods. You try to undress but it feels like the fabric sticks to your skin. Astarion doesn't dare touch you.
Of course.
He remembers himself. How he snapped at you for touching him. How it took him years before he started feeling comfortable in his own skin.
But you are not like that. Similar experience. Different results.
"Touch me. Please. Makes me forget. I feel hollow. There was a place in my heart for Lathander but he forgot me. Then, it was my master's voice. Now there is nothing. Just nothing. Please, make me forget."
Astarion undresses you and gently places you in the hot water.
He washes you, rubbing your pale skin. He murmurs the words of love and care but you see pain in his eyes. He avoids touching your bite mark but you grab his hand and force him to touch it.
"What are we going to do now?" you ask.
"I don't know. I've spent some time in the Underdark with my... siblings. You are one of us now, you will be safe. Maybe we could search for a cure. Besides, you were a paladin. Maybe your god will pay for your service."
You let out a bitter laugh.
"He forgot me. He abandoned me. When he needed me I was always there. When I needed him, he was nowhere. And where was he when you were trying to rescue me?"
"So, no paladin anymore?"
"No, I will still be one. Think how many Keleths and Cazadors there are. How many... Tavs and Astarions are in their hands. I don't belong to the realm of light anymore. But it doesn't mean I can't live up to my... beliefs."
Astarion gently kisses your forehead and you feel like crying.
"You know, it took me so long before I finally found the strength in me to think about anything else but myself. And you are barely free and are already up to wearing your shining armor."
"It was twenty years, not two hundred."
"It doesn't matter. Enslavement, tortures. It's all the same. You suffered no less than me. But I am here," he kisses your cold lips. "I will be with you throughout your nightmares, fears, and disgust. The same way you were there for me. And then - we will kill other vampire lords!”
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Astarion, Cazador and D&D vampire lore
Let’s talk about D&D vampires and some lore inconsistencies in Baldur’s Gate 3.
BG3 is not a game about vampires. It was obvious we won’t get a playable character who will be 100% vampire spawn from the handbooks - the mechanical balance would be disturbed in comparison with other characters. But we can list some weird stuff and missing aspects. For fun, for fanfiction, for nerdiness.
I still wonder why Cazador even asked Astarion if he wants to be turned. Sure, he could do that, so he could say later „ha ha you asked for it!” but still - weird. Anyway, a vampire lord doesn’t need to ask - he just bites his victim, kills it by drinking its blood and boom, a vampire spawn is made. Almost made…
… because at first the victim needs to be buried and layed in the ground before it rises. That’s the next question - how the hell did Cazador make 7000 spawns? Theoretically he needed to bury them all, dig them back/wait until they dig themselves out or something and transport them to his dungeon without being noticed. His servants could do that for him, but it still is a pretty big thing to cover. Besides…
… accordng to D&D 3.5 edition: "At any given time a vampire may have enslaved spawn totaling no more than twice its own Hit Dice" which means it was impossible for Cazador to create 7000 spawns. Sure, Baldur's Gate 3 uses 5 ed rules, but I'm sure they didn't change this one that much. (BUT! We can interpret this rule as: a vampire lord can create as many spawns as he wants, but the number of enslaved ones is limited. That's all right in this case).
That being said, Astarion is surprised when he discovers that all Cazador’s victims are spawns now. One of his dialogue options is „I thought Cazador was feeding on you”. Well yes, he had to feed on them to make them spawns Astarion, I thought you noticed that yourself 200 years ago. But let's say I understand your confusion, 7000 spawns mean Cazador's hit dice is 3500. Lol.
As a vampire spawn, Astarion should be able to regenerate even without biting someone. To be precise, he should get 10 health points at the start of every turn until he gets killed. But ok, this one doesn’t work in the sun, so let’s say it’s justified… unless the party is in the underdark, shadowlands or other dark place. But yeah, that would be too OP.
Astarion should be afraid of holy symbols, mirrors and garlic. That would be quite irritating, as he wouldn’t be able to even get near Selune's stuff or Lathander’s temple (Lathander HATES the undead, just ask poor Jander Sunstar). But let’s say the tadpole gave him immunity.
Spider climb. Imagine Astarion climbing walls or even ceilings like a damn Spiderman - this is what a regular vampire spawn can do. If the tadpole took away this ability, that’s not very nice of it.
Claws. Astarion should be able to transform his fingers into claws at will. That’s right, it works like another melee weapon.
Coffins, graves et cetera - bunk beds in Cazador's palace are a very anti-canon idea. Because D&D vampires have really traditional weaknesses, they always have to „sleep” in the ground they were buried in to recover - just like Cazador. Jander I mentioned earlier invented an un-lifehack, as he was traveling through Faerun by keeping some of the dirt from his grave in his pocket. He was scattering it in the place he wanted to rest for some time.
A vampire spawn can be controlled or banished by clerics like any other undead. That's right, when Shadowheart casts this one, Astarion should roll the dice, or else he will have to run away from her like those zombies you banished during your playthrough.
Last but not least, vampires get damage if they are in the flowing water, for example river, but you already know this one from the early access Astarion. Shame they removed it, in was a bit irritating but I loved it. It reminded me Astarion is a vampire not only in the dialogues.
That's all I can think of now. My knowledge is a mix of 3.5 and 5 ed, do with it what you want. I wouldn't mind more lore accuarte Astarion fanfics though.
Shocked Astarion reading D&D Monster Manual. Or Libris Mortis.
#astarion#baldur's gate 3#bg3#cazador szarr#cazador#vampire spawn#dungeons and dragons#d&d#baldur's gate 3 spoilers
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i was thinking about how the sun affects vampires in bg3 and the difference between direct sun rays and standing in the shadows in an open space during the day
the first observation is that it’s only the former that makes them burn and can kill them. my evidence is that scene in the flophouse where astarion drags petras to the open window and when he runs away from the sun after killing the netherbrain in the origin run. in the first case astarion’s siblings were already in that room with the open window (astarion doesn’t have to open it in the cutscene), and in the second example he just hides behind a stack of large boxes to stop burning. the conclusion from this is that it’s really only the direct rays that burn, but standing in the shadows next to where the rays are cast doesn’t seem to cause any visible harm.
but astarion still says that he hasn’t seen the streets of baldur’s gate in the sunlight for 200 years, so it’s safe to assume that observing the said streets from the shadows wasn’t an option. and this tracks within the scenes i’ve already mentioned, astarion’s siblings are still standing in the darkest corner of the room, and origin astarion still makes his way to some cave/the sewers to drink a guy in the dark. and also petras and dalyria will gain the “blinded” condition and teleport away before triggering the cutscene if you approach them while someone in your party is carrying the blood of lathander (learned this the hard way lol).
so, i suspect there’s an extra safe distance a vampire has to put between themselves and the direct sunlight even in the shadows to avoid becoming blinded and maybe receiving other debuffs. the mace’s effect is within the radius of 6 meters, a real sun must be capable of even further reach, so it’s still a life (or, well, unlife?) in the darkness, but this difference is interesting
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my best is yours
Pairing: Gale/Durge reader
Tags: angst, guilt, hurt/comfort, love confessions
Warnings: it’s durge so you know… violence and gore, but not too explicit. suicidal thoughts as well.
Words: 3.3k
“I don’t want you to die,” You say, voice weak and shaking. You hate how it sounds. “I would never forgive you.”
There is a pause, like he’s taking you in.
“I don’t need you to forgive me. I just need you to be alive.” He says. He says, so softly in the face of your rage, like he’s trying not to break your heart.
His mind is set.
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It’s colder than you expected. Halsin didn’t mention that. You knew that the land was cursed, that the shadows were alive and sap both your sanity and strength. You were ready for it. You didn’t think about the temperature.
There’s a chill here like something was breathing down your neck. You still haven’t gotten used to it.
You glance at your companions after fighting against a horde of necrotic plant creatures. Whatever they were, they were clearly not alive, with the glow of the rot-magic emanating from their vines.
It’s only your second day in this cursed place and your party doesn’t look any better than they did yesterday. Astarion looks wary and miserable. He probably hates this place for the same reason he didn’t enjoy the Underdark: there is no trace of sunlight here. The only light comes from your torches and the Blood of Lathander Shadowheart is wielding, casting a soft glow on your surroundings. Shadowheart, on the other hand, looks—distracted, fascinated with the darkness enveloping your party on all sides. You’re concerned, but before you can think more of it, Gale meets your eyes, like he was seeking you out.
You’ve come to rely on Gale over the course of this adventure you were all forced into. Most nights, he is the reason you have warm food in your bellies. He’s a human with a lot of knowledge to dispense, and he takes every opportunity to do that, even to the point of sounding arrogant. Everyone does their part to keep the camp, but it would be particularly difficult to imagine the journey without Gale by your side.
Gale gives you a worried look, one he’d been giving to you more and more often. You pretend not to notice and hurriedly face the other way. You feel tired all of a sudden.
You think to yourself that the fact Gale hasn’t brutally mutilated an innocent girl in their sleep is a pretty good point too.
Sometimes you wonder if it’d be better that he’d have been the one to lead your motley crew instead. He certainly has the makings for it. He’s a reliable man, usually level-headed and preferring to err on the side of caution where you might be stubbornly facing in one direction. He insists on compromise, insistent on working together even though he confessed to you, one night, that he hardly has anyone he can call a friend outside of his tressym.
“I find that hard to believe,” you said. You took the first watch, though not everyone was asleep yet. From beside Gale’s tent, you idly watched Wyll fiddling with a broken lute he found on the road. Gale can talk like he’s used to speaking to himself, expressing himself in full-bodied words more common in academia than in casual talk, but he is unendingly curious, something that, to you at least, was something that endeared you to the wizard.
“I’m glad to hear that. I thought my time spent wallowing at my tower alone had rusted my social skills.” He laughed in relief.
It had, you nearly said out loud. There are instances where it’s obvious, but you decide to keep the comfortable, shared silence.
The flaps of his tent closed after he bid you goodnight. The air was cold, but you ran hot so you didn’t mind. You thought about Gale, as you often do, these days.
He was good at that. Making you feel comfortable in his presence. Like you could trust him. He has some secrets, but who in your camp doesn’t? Every one of them has their own story half-uncovered. You didn’t even know yours, your memory extending as far as waking up on the nautiloid, and the fight to get out of it in one piece.
But the battered state of your mind makes you uneasy. The random pulses of pain and the violent thoughts were symptoms you would have attributed to the parasite, but none of your companions have experienced anything like that. It’s just you. And even in this camp, the gathering of the infected and the hunted, you were the odd one out.
You listened to the wind rustling the leaves overhead. You wondered what your mind knew that you didn't.
Ever since you awoke on the nautiloid, your memory has been spotty. Trying to separate what happened in the first tenday of your adventure from your last is a useless activity.
There is an emptiness inside you that has been there as far as your memory will allow you to remember. Nothing feels real. Almost as if you’d wake from this any moment now, to whatever life you used to live. And this would all be a dream hastily forgotten.
But it’s not a dream. You know that.
The sticky feeling of blood in your hands felt real. The smell of it, sticking to you for days. The red crust under your fingernails that never seemed to disappear.
You are a person that rings hollow, and you are terrified one of these days your companions will see you for what you are: a monster.
You don’t understand why they believe you can lead the way to salvation. You don’t know where you’re going. You can’t even see past today.
But you try anyway. To atone, if not for anything else.
Tonight is no different. Tonight, the camp is tucked into an area you guessed was a less harsh patch of the hostile environment. It felt like picking which area of the mouth of an owlbear would be better to lean your head in. You don’t know why they trust you to know.
You don’t know why they still trust you at all. They’ve never seen you the same after what happened with Alfira.
Your offering of gore, the blood drying in your hands, damning you with each second as you waited for them to wake up, one by one. You didn’t even try to hide it or wash it away. What difference would it have made?
There was still a corpse there, right in your camp. The bard, trusting and sweet, was still dead.
Was she awake when you did the horrible deed? Was she breathing when you painted the ground with her innards? When you burst her eyeballs in her skull? You could almost feel it burst under your thumbs, the sensation familiar, deep in the recesses of your mind.
The gnawing headache at your brain grows. Pulsing, pounding.
Their tolerance of you is a reflection of everyone’s desperation, willing to let you stay because they cannot afford to be picky with company now. No one in the camp’s hands were clean but you doubt they’ve ever been this stained.
She didn’t die immediately. You know this, somewhere in your broken mind. It makes you sick that you’ve never felt more alive than the morning after.
You’ve been doing good. No murders in the night since then. But you’d be lying if you said there aren’t nights when you wake up with a start, afraid to see where or who your knife-hand has fallen on.
You wonder if they’re suspicious of you, still.
You set up camp, because you are tired and Astarion is whining about the trek and Shadowheart seems absolutely taken with the curse wrapping around all of your necks, threatening to invade and twist and unmake and Gale—well. His gaze is filled with determination, though his posture betrays his exhaustion. There’s something he wants to say, you’re sure, but unfortunately for him, it’ll have to wait until camp is set.
The headache persists. Your head throbs.
After a while, you sit by yourself in front of the campfire. On any other occasion you’d prefer to have been standing to the side, away from the comings and goings of the people in camp trying to get food or putting and taking from the chest. But that was before.
In these lands, the very ground itself seems malicious, trying to lick at the skin of your boots. The light provides some comfort against the oppressive dark.
Gale sits himself beside you. You don’t acknowledge his presence but you let him sit so close your knees touch. The point of contact is nice. Comfortable.
The fire is warm, but more importantly it is bright. Already you begin to feel better. Less like your soul is being syphoned away.
Gale calls your name, staring at you with sincere eyes you cannot meet.
This is a fragile alliance. A party brought by circumstance and tied together by desperate need to live, despite it all. They are all so wildly different, each with their own goals to accomplish—but this is what you have in common. This is what brings you together: you want to live.
“It’s alright, Gale. I’m not hungry,” you say first. That is not what he wants to speak about. You know that.
You surprised yourself with how furious you became at Gale’s pathetic acceptance of the fate thrust upon him by his goddess. How could he not thrash around, rebel at the circumstance! His plan to take this with hands behind his back and his head bowed down as the blade dropped on his neck made your blood boil, made your teeth ache with the urge to tear.
Good fucking gods, every single day you’ve though about killing yourself, each method more gruesome than the next. Driving a knife through your own heart. Bathing in acid. One by one removing your senses until you die of blood loss. Eyes are the last to go, so you can see what you’ve made of yourself.
It’s a common fantasy, a permanent solution to your problem: you. But no one is supposed to die. You don’t succumb to the urge because you have people to lead. Sins to atone for. You of all people don’t get to have a break from your torturous mind. That’s your fucking burden to bear and you will bear it as long as you are able.
It’s your job to save them from this. They trust you, when they really shouldn’t, and godsdamned if you’ll let one of them get killed because some fucking prissy goddess can’t fix a problem herself.
Lot of good all these deities have done in Faerun, you curse as you look at the darkness surrounding you from all sides. You can barely see anything past it, even with darkvision. Just more twisting trees and the glowing rot leaking from the land like pus from a wound.
“You’ve been reckless lately. More so than usual—alarmingly so. Make no mistake, I am not here to complain about the efficiency of dealing with our enemies. I am most appreciative of that fact. But I do get concerned with how you tend to act after.”
“What do you mean, Gale?” You ask. He has this habit of beating around the bush and though you’d usually find his wordiness endearing, today has been long.
It weighs on your shoulders, every time you leave camp, every night you set it up again. Another day. Food. Loot. Trade. Kill. Day in and day out. Live live live. Another step in front of the other. Every day, asking you to live longer.
The light at the end of the tunnel is getting ever farther as you walk closer, but you keep these thoughts to yourself.
Your companions deserve to be alive. They deserve to hope. Just because you lost yours doesn’t mean you’re about to break their morale. You know they’ll make it.
But you? No. You don’t even deserve to see it.
“Yes, you’re right. Well, truth be told, I worry about you…” Then he says your name again, so gently, like his tongue was cradling the syllables in his mouth. “Not as our leader. As you.”
“You don’t have to.” You interrupt, uncomfortable with the sincerity. You can take care of yourself. Whoever he thinks he’s fussing over—it’s not you. You don’t need the concern, cloying and all too sweet. All too easy to use. He doesn’t know you, doesn’t understand the wickedness in your head and your heart.
“Ah, you’ll find that I want to.” He flashes a charming smile. “Clearly, you aren’t looking after yourself, so someone has to.” He points to himself.
Your headache pulses. You imagine in a world without these urges, the charm might have worked. Maybe you’d be brave enough to look him in the eye, tell him honeyed words that you have so desperately wanted to. If you were just normal, someone unburdened by the blood singing under your skin, this would go differently.
Oh, yeah? You imagine yourself saying. Do it then.
But this isn’t that world, so instead you scoff, because Gale is orchestrating his own death in two different ways and if you think about it too much you might drive yourself insane. Isn’t that fucking hilarious, that the first person you let inch into your heart is going to die, either by your foul hand or a deity that thinks him so invaluable she would ask him to kill himself for the sake of the world?
This sweet, trusting man. Arrogant and unbearable. You want to kill him yourself. You want to save him. From Mystra. From you.
He looks embarrassed with his attempt at flirting and hurt at your reaction. You want to tear your heart open. You want to atone. For this. Fuck, for everything. Maybe you’ve already doomed him by letting his affection get to you. Does he know how close he is to your heart?
You just swallow the lump in your throat. You can see some people in the camp pass a glance at the both of you, and you sigh. “Can we go to your tent?”
For once, Gale shuts his mouth and nods. He sits down after you enter the tent, quiet still. You bite your tongue. Think, if only for a few moments.
“I don’t need your help.”
“I think you’ve made that clear.” He replies curtly.
“I—“ you grit your teeth. “You can barely take care of yourself. And now you want to save me—“
“I never mentioned saving! And my apologies for daring to care about you—”
“You’re a hypocrite, Gale. You know how tough this journey’s been. You say you’ve been watching me. You know my mind is broken, possibly beyond repair. But I’m not dead! That’s my choice, every godsdamned day to put one foot in front of the other and hope that I at least get to do the one good deed of saving you before I go. My choice to stay in this godforsaken place because you’re my people.
You continue, “Did you think no one would care? That we would all proceed like normal, go about our daily lives saying thank fucking Mystra, good on her to tell Gale to kill himself and like a stupid little dog he followed through with it. You’re not on her leash anymore, so act like you have a choice, damn it!”
Your chest is heaving. There is prickling behind your eyes.
You realise you would do anything to keep him alive. You would raze down hordes of innocent hundreds by yourself if it meant the poison in his veins were cured. It would be adding to your tally of sins. It would weigh on your heart. But aren’t you already damned?
Aren’t you both?
“I don’t want you to die,” You say, voice weak and shaking. You hate how it sounds. “I would never forgive you.”
There is a pause, like he’s taking you in.
“I don’t need you to forgive me. I just need you to be alive.” He says. He says, so softly in the face of your rage, like he’s trying not to break your heart.
His mind is set. This is how it will be: you will live and he will die.
The irony of it is not lost on you. You, who have been begging for death. You, who have been trudging through this journey to lead them to a future you could not imagine being a part of.
Gale has so many reasons to live. His mother. His tressym, Tara. His brilliant mind, which would do much more good in the world if it was lent to research than here, fighting for their lives every day. This is not the life Gale should have lived. This is not how he’s supposed to go out.
He’s supposed to be back home in Waterdeep. He’s supposed to live a full life, passing on after making great contributions to the world, remembered for who he was: an intelligent, kind man, brilliant in both the head and heart. You ache to imagine yourself with him.
You don’t deserve it.
“I love you,” your shaky voice whispers. You had all the intention to keep it unspoken until you were in your grave, but Gale needs to know how much of a hold he has on you. That the thought of him makes every day a little easier.
That, selfishly, he needs to stay for you.
He wipes the wetness from your cheeks. You lean into his hand, despite yourself, and you can’t stop crying now that you’ve started. You idly watch the slow drops on the ground, even as your eyesight blurs. You can’t face him.
You want to have this. To have him. You place your hand above his, intertwining them as they rest on your cheek. You bring it to your lips and kiss the back of his hand.
Your blood gnashes in your veins, protesting the vulnerability without violence.
You’re so tired of atoning.
His arms wrap around you, wordlessly, and your head rests on his shoulder. Away from his gaze, you speak up, voice still soft. “You deserve to live.”
“So do you.” He replies. You shake your head.
“You’ve seen what I can do. There is something wicked in my heart that I cannot cure. Every day I—“ You breathe out, shaky. You’ve never admitted this to anyone, didn’t even want to acknowledge the event to others in the fear they realise you’re a foul creature and cast you out. Remove your reason for being alive: your clan. “Every day I wake up and check my hands for blood. I don’t deserve you. I don’t even deserve to live.” You remember how blood feels. Sticky. Sweet. Familiar.
“You do.” He insists. Places his hand on the back of your head, cradling you. He treats you so gently, like you haven’t mauled and killed and lied. “Because I say so. I want you to live. I want you to have a good life, even beyond the tadpoles and the Absolute. Beyond me.”
“Then we’ve hit an impasse.” You remove yourself from him, looking him in the eye now. “You won’t die and I won’t.”
He grins in a way you can feel work into your heart.
You’re going to have to face the inevitability of each other’s deaths someday. Your adventure is a perilous one. You’ve already had many close calls, least of which the danger that you yourself pose to the others.
“I want to show you something, soon,” Gale says. You can feel his voice vibrate in his chest. You hum in response, your eyes already closed. The day has been long, taxing both emotionally and physically, and it’s only now catching up to you. “I don’t have nearly enough energy right now,” Gale chuckles. “But know that the depths of my feelings… You’ll see it. I promise.”
You trust him. Gods, you really do believe him.
You cling to his words: you deserve to live because I say so.
What makes mortal conviction any less powerful than a god? If Gale thinks you should live, then you will.
Maybe it can be that simple.
Perhaps you do deserve a slow, painful death. You know, somewhere in your broken mind, that Alfira wasn't the only victim of your cruelty. Maybe that would be the just thing to do, to wipe you off Fae’rûn. To rip this rare-found peace away from you.
Tomorrow will be another day. Another fight. One foot in front of the other. Live live live.
Your past will catch up to you someday. Your hands have committed countless unforgivable atrocities.
But tonight, your hands cover Gale in an embrace.
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RAH 😤😫 HALSIN HAS A KNOT
Okay, first smut fic ever posted 😭😭 in lime with the general theme of @thebluester2020 's 2024 kinktober list. I have,,, quite a few days to catch up on lmao, but ENJOY :D this one is full of the soft, beautiful praise I just KNOW Halsin would be a pro at.
MINORS: DNI
“Good, good, my love,” there was a gentle drone behind Halsin’s voice, the rarely seen desperate side of him making itself known. It was primal in nature; deep, guttural, needy… something Tav wished she could trap between her hands and cherish to enjoy over and over again until the end of time. The way his little groans escaped his lips, his hand twitching as it played gently with her hair.
She found herself like this more and more these days, but didn’t mind. At first there was a bit of hesitation on her end; it wasn’t often she’d had to wonder about how she looked on her knees, and for someone with enough self-assuredness as her, she didn’t think there’d be any issue.
It was his words, though, that got her through it. Gods, his words. She could see why he’d been given such status, such responsibility. He was able to talk his way through just about anything, his velvet words wrapping themselves around anyone who’d listen and hold them tight.
Now, as she gently took the tip of his cock in her mouth, it was his words yet again that drained her of any other thought but of that to please him.
“Oh, my heart,” his soft hiss of approval driving her to take more of him as she looked up, meeting his wanting eyes. Her stomach flipped, her eyes fluttered, and she pushed herself further down his heavy length, making sure not to break eye contact as her cheeks filled and flushed a deep red.
As his jaw started falling further and further, his eyes widening more and more, his warm hand gripped the back of her head gently, pushing her to take him even further.
“Y–you’re made to be seen like this,” he managed between a huff and a groan as he continued to slowly guide her movements, “perfectly taking all of me, sat just so on your knees…”
She could feel his focus get fiercer as his grip tightened on her hair, pushing and pulling her eager mouth up and down his length with a practiced rhythm. Her little chokes did nothing but encourage him, his tip throbbing every time it hit the back of her throat.
“My treasure,” he moaned, fighting with himself as he pulled her lips away from him, tilting her chin to make sure he could see the bit of precum dripping from the side of her lips. “As much as I’d like to keep you on your knees, I’m afraid I can’t help but need more of you.”
His hands caressed her waist as he pulled her to stand, lingering on her back and thighs as he slowly lifted her from the forest floor, wrapping her legs around him like so. He kissed her with both a tenderness and fierce desire that mixed so sweetly with the beating of their hearts, the pumping of their blood, the song of the quiet forest around them, and even the silent shine of Lathander’s embrace.
He took his time exploring her mouth with his own, lazily taking his time in letting her know how deeply he felt connected to her, how greatly he felt for her. After all, they now had all the time in the world.
She could feel him throbbing and somehow growing larger still beneath her, the rhythmic rolling of his hips matching the time of their heavy breaths.
His fingers made their way to her slick folds as he led them back down to the forest floor, her legs straddling him as he made slow circles around her already aching clit. The smile that splayed on his lips as she let out a moan made her flush.
He leaned in to pepper soft kisses on the nape of her neck, on her collarbone, on her chest. “How I love to hear you sing for me.”
Continuing his slow assault on her twitching sex, his other hand found his length and positioned himself right at her entrance.
Then, he flushed, a sudden bit of embarrassment showing on his face; something she hadn’t seen since he’d gifted her the first whittled duck.
She looked at him, concerned. “Halsin?”
He cleared his throat, his eyes flitting to the side as she squirmed on his lap which, of course, did nothing but make the burly man blush more.
“Why… why’d you stop?”
He shook his head for a moment before sighing and lifting his head to meet her eyes again. “Give me your hand,” he said.
She did.
He lead her soft grip back between both sets of their legs, sucking in a soft breath as her fingers made their way around his shaft and down, until–
Her eyes went wide.
His look of concern grew deeper. “It’s, well, you know… There are, well, certain animals sometimes–”
“Halsin, is that a fucking knot ?”
If only she could capture the way his face turned the deepest shade of red she’d ever seen, all the way up to the very tips of his pointy ears. A smirk started to splay across her lips, and now it was her turn to lift his chin, prompting him to look her in the eyes.
“If… you don’t have to… I don’t expect you to–”
It was her own desire that fueled her next actions as she lifted herself back above his head, perfectly sat at her entrance. “What, is my big bear in rut?” a sly giggle left her lips as she leaned herself closer to him, her breath hot on his ear, “Afraid he won’t be able to control himself? Afraid I can’t take it?”
The slowly lowered herself on his length, his dick having somehow gotten even larger than just moments ago when it was stuffing her mouth full. Her breath hitched in her chest as she took her time taking him, her walls spasming and clenching with the sudden feeling of being so full, no matter how slow she went.
He had all but lost himself beneath her, her words undoing any hesitation he had and melting them back into the primal desire he knew all too well; the overwhelming feeling of needing to mark her as his own and make sure she knew just how gorgeous she looked while he did it.
It was with a swift motion that he had positioned himself atop her, laying her gently beneath him on the grass. As the sun kissed her skin and he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, he pushed himself deeper inside of her.
She wrapped her legs tighter around him, feeling him not just hit the perfect sweet spot inside, but keep pushing past it as he went further and further. Her walls clenched tight with anticipation, not knowing how much more of him there was before she’d start feeling the pressure.
“So, so perfect…” he muttered, his breathing in time with his slow thrusts as he watched her intently. “You take me so well, my heart,” he grunted, finally feeling his swelling knot just barely stretch at her entrance.
With a deep groan, he told her to look at him. “I want to see you, love,” he breathed, “want to truly see you as I fill you, watch your beauty melt beneath me.”
Her own moans had already become erratic, the slow rocking of his hips back and forth pulling his cock against her core in the perfect way again and again. As she twitched and writhed beneath him, she could feel herself trying her hardest not to fight against it.
“Don’t fight it, my heart,” he kissed her temple, then her ear, then her neck, “Relax. Let me claim you.”
Her back arched as he pushed himself into her with more force, her cunt stretching perfectly to fit every bit of him inside. She grabbed at his back, legs shaking as she pulled them tighter around him.
“Good, love. That’s so, so good,” he breathed, finally bottoming out. He twitched inside of her and felt her tighten around him with each throb and little rut he pushed against her. “Yes, yes, just like that, beautiful.”
His hands clenched to fists on either side of her head in the grass beneath them, the soft sounds of their sex ruminating and mixing well with the forest soft.
Her moans became hitched please, became desperate gasps as he continued his slow and methodical fucking. With each passing moment he filled more and more of her, saw himself claiming her over and over.
“My perfect little mate,” he muttered, “your exquisite, ” his own grunts became more labored, doing nothing but encouraging the rapid heat building in her core.
She all but vibrated with pure passion, losing control of herself as she came undone around him, cumming relentlessly on his knot as he picked up the pace with his thrusts to chase his own finish.
He held her close as she convulsed against him, fucking her through her own high as he held her hips tight against his own, his spend dripping quickly down their thighs as he came undone with her.
Their hot breaths mingled as they slowly came back to themselves, Halsin still deep inside of her and not wanting to move anytime soon.
“My heart,” he breathed, a heady chuckled finding her ears as she slowly opened her eyes to see the clear skies above them.
And him, framed perfectly in Lathander’s blessing, ready for round two.
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Just something I discovered while playing my re-run of my first playthrough (e.g. my original Tav, just with mods to have better clothes from the beginning). Went to the creche and after I dealt with the Githyanki I went to obtain Lathander's Blood. Got there and already had a feeling I'd forgotten something. Let my Tav grab the weapon and activated that destruction-thingy (forgot the name, sry). She went something like "get me out of here!", totally panicking. Then I heard Astarion saying something and I was like - wait, did he just say that? Checked the log and I heard right. He said to the party (Shadowheart & Lae'Zel) something like "I'll get her out of here. You find your way out!" I was like omggg he cares already so much about my Tav 🥺🥺🥺
(yes, they already slept together twice at that point but his approval was in the good I think? So I didn't expect him to say something like that. Love that little bat 💜)
#bg3#bg3 astarion#bg3 tav#astarion#tav#astarion x tav#astarion ancunin#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate iii#baldurs gate astarion#bg3 shitpost#omg hes so cute
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