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This actually happened to me recently with Rolan & co. I failed the persuasion roll so they left. Thankfully my latest save was just a few minutes prior, but like damn man 😭

something i find really frustrating in bg3 is that you can meet a character that you know from fanart is popular and beloved and then botch a roll or say the wrong thing and they can just fucking die and that's it, bye. load a prev save or they are just gone.

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You can see the exact moment he realized he can get away with so much shit now LMAO

Really you gotta believe me THE BAT DID IT !

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everyone look at her,,,, look at THEM

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Felosial x Astarion sneak off to steal some smooches 😚☀️🌙

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Ik it’s like a random person probably going to see another grave but I can’t help but imagine if it was one of Astarion’s parents. Like they finally see their boy again and he’s banging someone on his own grave 😭

Sexy time at cemetery gone wrong 😆

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Gale voice: WAS THAT THE BITE OF ‘87?!

I LAUGHED WAY TOO HARD MAKING THIS

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Join us for #WyllWeek2024!

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Got a line today that I haven’t heard before and haven't seen talked about too much, either.

I have come to the academic conclusion that he can no longer swim and Tav needs to reteach him how.

Subtitles

Karlach: Can you swim, Astarion?

Astarion: I'm... not sure, honestly. It's been a couple of hundred years.

Karlach: You're missing out! Loved it as a kid. This water looks nasty as hell, though.

Astarion: Well, it's not called Grey Harbour for nothing.

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The party was fun while it lasted 😞

End of an era

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The new kiss animation is… wow 😩

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Since we know Astarion was in Moonrise at some point before the Shadow Curse, what if he was the one to whisk Violet away?

Probably unlikely, but it's an interesting thought.

Okay y’all. Buckle in, I might have information about Violet’s (Vampire Spawn Violet) identity. So shoutout to @sadanduncertain for linking me to this tweet, but one of the writers confirms that the “banned patron” book in act 2 is in fact referencing Astarion, which infers that Astarion (probably over a century ago, before the Shadow Curse took over) was definitely near Moonrise, which means it isn’t at all unlikely that any of the spawn could’ve been there, or even have been from there.

Near the House of Healing, there’s a graveyard. There are a LOT of graves here you can interact with, but this one in particular caught my attention.

Violet Goldhammer.

Now spawn Violet, there’s very little known about her, except she’s a little bratty. Who’s to say she wasn’t a little bit of a bratty, young singer, who got whisked away to Baldur’s Gate? I just think it’s interesting because we don’t usually see name repeats in the game, and we know that spawn being around this area isn’t unheard of.

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I made some transparent versions of the approval/disapproval pop ups!

I tried to make them look as close to how they do in game as I could

character art is from edwardv.artstation.com

might make some for people's tavs/durges if anyone would be interested in that!

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I have finally completed something for BG3FicFeb! I feel I could've done better, but I'm also just glad to have finally put something out. I wanted to participate.

Prompt 11: Healing/Bandaging Each Other’s Wounds

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I need to write more Batstarion, I love him so much

Some of you may remember those teasers for a oneshot I was writing. Well, good news! It's finally finished and published!

For those who don't know, the general gist is that Astarion can turn into a bat... kinda, and this is how the rest find out about his vampirism.

Links to story

AO3 -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/51982529

FFN -> https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14303721/1/Batstarion

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Life lesson

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Astarion x Felosial this Valentine's Day 🫶🏼🧡☀️🌙

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Gods Damned Feelings

Word count: 1274

Rating: SFW

Pairing: Astarionx gn!Tav

Triggers: minor injury

Summary: Astarion struggles with his budding feelings as he takes care of Tav after they are downed in a fight.

Tav went down in a bloody heap. 

 Astarion all but shoved Shadowheart in their direction. “Help them. Now godsdamnit!” 

He couldn’t help the dread pooling in his stomach at the sight of them, prone and defenseless, as Shadowheart raced towards them. He stuck his dagger in the throat of the bastard who’d done it, kicking his lifeless body to the ground before dropping to his knees at Tav’s side. Shadowheart was already at work, channeling magic into them. Astarion watched as some of their wounds began to knit closed at her touch, but their eyes remained closed. “Are they going to be alright?” he asked, not liking the desperate tone in his voice. 

Shadowheart gave him an odd look. “They’re fine. They just need some rest. They took a serious blow to the head. We should get them back to camp.” 

She nodded to Gale, who knelt down to scoop them up. 

“Don’t.” Astarion cringed, hearing his own voice. “I’ve got them.” 

Gale shrugged, looking amused. He couldn’t place why, but the thought of Tav in his arms filled him with a rage he didn’t understand. Bloody bookworm would probably drop them anyway. 

The walk back to camp was a long one. Astarion’s arms burned against the weight of Tav’s body, slack and lifeless in his grip. He focused on the steady rise and fall of their chest, finding comfort in knowing they were still breathing. They were still here. 

He couldn’t understand the emotions coursing through him. He was never supposed to care like this. Their entire…whatever they had was a ruse. It wasn’t real. They were a mark, and he had them exactly where he wanted them. They were like all the rest, helpless to his honeyed words and easy charm. They desired him, and he desired something from them. It was supposed to be simple. 

But they weren’t like all the rest, were they? When he spoke they listened, hung on his every word. They cared about what he had to say, his past, the things he’d been through. They’d drawn the scars on his back so he could see them, and when they promised they would help him discern their meaning, he believed them. While they always acquiesced to his invitations to his bed, they never pushed. They never asked for more. It was as if they saw him for more than just his body. Astarion could have laughed at that thought, as unbelievable as it was. But still, the way they held him after a night together, the tender way their hands brushed against his chest like that was all they were after. No one had ever touched him so gently. 

Tav stirred slightly as Astarion set them down on their bedroll but they didn’t wake. They looked so small like this, all traces of the warrior he knew out on the battlefield, tearing through hoards of enemies, were gone. Their breathing was still steady, thank the gods, but they were in a state. Blood caked their face and clothes and a nasty bruise was forming on their forehead. Shadowheart would have to take another look at them once she’d rested and regained some of her magic. He knelt beside them, tucking a strand of hair behind their ear. 

Astarion hated this. He hated seeing Tav like this. He hated the feelings this whole situation was dredging up inside of him. He hated the longing because gods, he realized how much he longed to hold them. It wouldn’t do any good to deny it, he wanted them wholly and truly. It was fucking terrifying. He’d not allowed himself to want anything in so long, it never got him anywhere. Everything good in his life was swiftly taken from him, and he couldn’t bear to have them ripped away as well. Like they almost were today. 

He’d gone this long not getting what he wanted, so he figured it wouldn’t kill him this time. But still, he couldn’t leave them like this, bloodied and hurt. So he got to work. 

Astarion slowly and carefully lifted Tav up, propping their weight against his chest as he removed their ruined clothes. Shadowheart’s spell had closed the worst of their wounds, but blood still stuck to their skin, making the bruises and scrapes leftover look as grisly as ever. Tav mumbled something in their sleep as he gingerly set them back down. 

He tore some rags from bits of cloth he had in his pack while a pot of water boiled over the coals of the fire. He used them to wipe the blood from Tav’s face first, being as gentle as possible around the bruise forming above their eye before tending to the rest of them. He hoped they would forgive him for seeing them in such a vulnerable state, he knew he would hate such a thing. He breathed a sigh of relief once the blood was gone. Their injuries weren’t nearly as bad as they had looked before. 

Next, he collected their clothes, washed them in a nearby stream, and set to mending any holes he could with the sewing kit he kept in his pack. A few blood stains refused to wash out but overall, they were much better than they were before. After laying them out to dry near the fire, he returned to Tav’s side. 

They slept peacefully still, every once in a while mumbling something incomprehensible in their sleep. Astarion felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth as he watched. He might never know what it means to have them the way he so desperately wanted to; he didn’t trust his luck enough for that, but for the moment, he let himself pretend that they had something real. Something special, something no one could take away from him. Not Cazador. Not the Absolute. Not some asshole cultist out in the woods. He let himself pretend they might even have a future together when this was all over. 

That was all it was. Pretend. But even so, he knelt down beside them and placed a gentle kiss over the bruise on their forehead, longing for something real. 

Tav’s eyes opened slowly, blinking a few times before choking out, “Astarion?” 

He let out a shaky sigh. “Yes, love. I’m here.” 

They looked confused for a moment before cracking a weak smile. “Kiss me again.” 

Damn. How long had they been awake? But he couldn’t ignore the note of pleading in their voice, so he lowered his mouth to their forehead again. Tav made a happy noise in response, sending a bolt of electricity down his spine. 

Gods, he was fucked. 

“How long have you been watching me sleep?” Tav asked, a hint of mockery in their voice. 

“I was not watching you sleep.” he lied. “I was merely checking to make sure you hadn’t died. You’ve been asleep for hours.” 

Tav looked confused. “I have? Oh shit, that fight–I totally forgot. What happened?” 

“You nearly got yourself killed, thats what happened.” he chided. “Don’t do that again.” 

Tav chuckled. “Keep waking me up like that, and I’ll make a point of getting knocked out more often.” 

“Next time, I’ll rouse you with a bucket of cold water.”  Astarion deadpanned. 

“That’s more like it. I was worried you were going a little soft on me.” They laughed, wincing a bit as they did so. 

Astarion instinctively reached out to grab their hand, not wanting to see them in pain. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that that was exactly what was happening. Tav was making him softer, in all the best and worst ways.