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[the-spawns]

Astarion’s head tilted slightly as he looked at Hatty, curiously examining the little girl and quickly noting the vampiric features.

At least he wasn’t the only vampire in this forest.

Now, all he had to do was convince the ghost not to rope him into a contract.

Astarion looked at the contract he was handed with a scrutinizing lens, taking note of any detail for a loophole.

He’d rather not do any chores for the imposing specter…nor would he like to turn to ash in the sunlight. So, he was going to take his sweet time reading the thing for any loophole he could use to outsmart the ghost.

- @the-spawns (For Specters and Space Aliens)

@the-spawns

Unfortunately for the elf, there didn't seem to be any apparent loopholes--the contract seemed pretty straightforward. He was to do tasks for Subcon Forest's ghostly ruler, and the ghost held onto his most prized possession as collateral.

The Snatcher may have been many things, but he wasn't careless--he took great pride in his legal skills and the contracts he dealt; intimidation alone didn't always work when it came to cowing his would-be contractors. So here he was now, waiting for his latest errand boy to be to realize that and just sign the contract already.

[the-spawns]

Astarion did a slight double take at the little girl’s voice, briefly thinking that it was his own sister. Though those thoughts went away when he actually saw the relatively human girl (he couldn’t be too sure in a place like this, or with the experiences he lived through).

However, he chuckled a bit at Snatcher’s statement.

“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t bite, we’re all friends here.” Astarion reassured in the flamboyant voice he used as a mask, trying to hide the hint of nervousness as he dealt with the ghost.

He’d rather not put his name on the equivalent of a magicless warlock pact.

Astarion looked at the contract he was handed with a scrutinizing lens, taking note of any detail for a loophole.

He’d rather not do any chores for the imposing specter…nor would he like to turn to ash in the sunlight. So, he was going to take his sweet time reading the thing for any loophole he could use to outsmart the ghost.

- @the-spawns (For Specters and Space Aliens)

@the-spawns

Unfortunately for the elf, there didn't seem to be any apparent loopholes--the contract seemed pretty straightforward. He was to do tasks for Subcon Forest's ghostly ruler, and the ghost held onto his most prized possession as collateral.

The Snatcher may have been many things, but he wasn't careless--he took great pride in his legal skills and the contracts he dealt; intimidation alone didn't always work when it came to cowing his would-be contractors. So here he was now, waiting for his latest errand boy to be to realize that and just sign the contract already.

[the-spawns]

“Well, it’s good to see that you’re above kidnapping.” Astarion remarked calmly, looking up at Snatcher.

“Unfortunately, I’ve only got the clothes on my back and a dull dagger.” The elf stated before looking away. He wasn’t exactly lying either (well, he lied about the dagger being dull, but that was besides the point); neither him or the spawns were stupid enough to bring anything valuable with them.

He took a breath, looking over the contract again.

“Sadly, I don’t think this contract applies to me. I hardly have any sort of trinket on me.”

Astarion looked at the contract he was handed with a scrutinizing lens, taking note of any detail for a loophole.

He’d rather not do any chores for the imposing specter…nor would he like to turn to ash in the sunlight. So, he was going to take his sweet time reading the thing for any loophole he could use to outsmart the ghost.

- @the-spawns (For Specters and Space Aliens)

@the-spawns

Unfortunately for the elf, there didn't seem to be any apparent loopholes--the contract seemed pretty straightforward. He was to do tasks for Subcon Forest's ghostly ruler, and the ghost held onto his most prized possession as collateral.

The Snatcher may have been many things, but he wasn't careless--he took great pride in his legal skills and the contracts he dealt; intimidation alone didn't always work when it came to cowing his would-be contractors. So here he was now, waiting for his latest errand boy to be to realize that and just sign the contract already.

[the-spawns]

“And let’s run through a hypothetical and say this contract doesn’t have anything remotely similar to a prized possession, what would you take instead?” Astarion asked, figuring he somewhat had the upper hand, after all, he didn’t have an item like that.

His ‘prized possessions’ were people; his…‘siblings’ who became bonded with him through their shared affliction.

He adjusted his body, standing up straighter like how he would when he would give verdicts on his cases two hundred or so years ago (he was surprised he still remembered that, maybe it was muscle memory).

Astarion looked at the contract he was handed with a scrutinizing lens, taking note of any detail for a loophole.

He’d rather not do any chores for the imposing specter…nor would he like to turn to ash in the sunlight. So, he was going to take his sweet time reading the thing for any loophole he could use to outsmart the ghost.

- @the-spawns (For Specters and Space Aliens)

@the-spawns

Unfortunately for the elf, there didn't seem to be any apparent loopholes--the contract seemed pretty straightforward. He was to do tasks for Subcon Forest's ghostly ruler, and the ghost held onto his most prized possession as collateral.

The Snatcher may have been many things, but he wasn't careless--he took great pride in his legal skills and the contracts he dealt; intimidation alone didn't always work when it came to cowing his would-be contractors. So here he was now, waiting for his latest errand boy to be to realize that and just sign the contract already.

[the-spawns]

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[the-spawns]

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[the-spawns]

“Could we define ‘prized possession’ just to make sure we’re on the same page?” Astarion asked calmly, using his own knowledge of the law to try and talk his way out of this wretched contract because he’d rather not put his name on something he didn’t want to sign.

He was both annoyed and impressed at how well written the contract was, it almost reminded him of his days as a magistrate when he had to argue and outsmart his coworkers in order to get what needed to be done.

How far he fell, now using his skills to get out of being a maid to a supernatural being.

Astarion looked at the contract he was handed with a scrutinizing lens, taking note of any detail for a loophole.

He’d rather not do any chores for the imposing specter…nor would he like to turn to ash in the sunlight. So, he was going to take his sweet time reading the thing for any loophole he could use to outsmart the ghost.

- @the-spawns (For Specters and Space Aliens)

@the-spawns

Unfortunately for the elf, there didn't seem to be any apparent loopholes--the contract seemed pretty straightforward. He was to do tasks for Subcon Forest's ghostly ruler, and the ghost held onto his most prized possession as collateral.

The Snatcher may have been many things, but he wasn't careless--he took great pride in his legal skills and the contracts he dealt; intimidation alone didn't always work when it came to cowing his would-be contractors. So here he was now, waiting for his latest errand boy to be to realize that and just sign the contract already.

[the-spawns]

The spawns purr, but instead of sounding like a cat, they sound like this.

[the-spawns]

Baldur's Gate 3: Astarion Prompts

Part I An assortment of dialogue lines taken from the character Astarion in the game Baldur's Game 3. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which one/s. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ You can kill it, can't you? Like you killed the others. ”

“ I was hoping for a kind soul. ”

“ Let's try to keep that lovely neck of yours in one piece, hm? ”

“ And to think I was ready to decorate the ground with your innards. Apologies. ”

“ I'm out of wine and flowers, so I hope an introduction will suffice. ”

“ Is that so? We clearly move in different circles. ”

“ You know, I was ready to go this alone, but maybe sticking with the herd isn't such a bad idea. ”

“ Wait, that's it? 'You're doomed, sorry,' and then off to the next adventure?”

“ My my, you've been busy. ”

“ Curling up in the dirt and resting is... a little novel. ”

“ You sleep. I'll keep watch. ”

“ We're all doing surprisingly well, given the circumstances. ”

“ I am open to suggestion. Knives, poison, strangulation - whatever you'd prefer. ”

“ If the last day taught me anything, it's that the impossible is more likely than you think. ”

“ Quite a sight. The stars, I mean. I could take or leave your chin. ”

“ Good. I don't want you to run off just yet. ”

“ I'm not easily impressed by people, but you're stronger than I gave you credit for. ”

“ You have your charms... more than you think. ”

“ No, no - it's not what it looks like! I swear! ”

“ It's not what you think - I'm not some monster!. ”

“ No, I needed you to trust me. And you can trust me. ”

“ I need you alive. You need me strong. ”

“ I shall be gentle as a babe. ”

“ Shouldn't take long. So many people need killing. ”

“ This is a gift, you know. I won't forget it. ”

“ Good morning. How do you feel? ”

“ Someone - or something - wants me alive. They've changed the rules. ”

“ As for my other quirks - well, we can figure those out in time. ”

“ I was worried people might turn up with torches and pitchforks. Although there's still time. ”

“ We're bound together, no matter what comes. ”

“ There now, we're all friends again. ”

“ Oh, you're such a sweetheart. ”

“ I'm here in the spirit of openness and honesty, to work together as a team. ”

“ I've never killed anyone! Well, not for food. ”

“ Do you think you could trust me just a little further? ”

“ I only need a taste, I swear. ”

“ Let's make ourselves comfortable, shall we? ”

“ Oh no. Something's terrible happened! ”

“ You're - you're here! Thank goodness, I was worried about you. ”

“ I understand you're upset, but let's not get carried away. ”

“ I can fight with all my weapons - teeth included. ”

[the-spawns]

Petras scoffed at himself.

“My, my, I seem to be an ill-mannered one,” Petras chided himself as he shifted his body to appear more confident (like how Cazador taught him to). “My name is Petras.”

Despite the seemingly calm and confident demeanor, his eyes kept shifting around the underdark, keeping an eye out for any dangers that could hinder both his and Sebastion’s ability to return back to safety.

The underdark felt so different compared to the last hundred or so years of his un-life.

For starters, there was a lot more strangers in his life, and they were people instead of targets or food that he had to bring back to his master. Along with that, he didn’t have to worry about the sun (although the creatures in the underdark were still a massive threat).

He also didn’t have a master controlling him like a puppet on a string, and that had to be the best part.

Petras had taken up monster hunting, he figured he could put some of his skills in fighting to good use (not to mention the adrenaline rush was an amazing feeling for him), he mentally reminded himself to thank Violet for the suggestion when he ever found the wandering bard.

Though, the business came with some quirks, such as meeting someone new on the road.

@thebalancedangel

[the-spawns]

Petras smiled, appreciating the fact that Sebastian was somewhat cooperative.

“It’s dangerous to be out here by yourself.” He stated as he motioned the area around them. “The underdark has a lot of threats. Do you want me to walk you back?”

The underdark felt so different compared to the last hundred or so years of his un-life.

For starters, there was a lot more strangers in his life, and they were people instead of targets or food that he had to bring back to his master. Along with that, he didn’t have to worry about the sun (although the creatures in the underdark were still a massive threat).

He also didn’t have a master controlling him like a puppet on a string, and that had to be the best part.

Petras had taken up monster hunting, he figured he could put some of his skills in fighting to good use (not to mention the adrenaline rush was an amazing feeling for him), he mentally reminded himself to thank Violet for the suggestion when he ever found the wandering bard.

Though, the business came with some quirks, such as meeting someone new on the road.

@thebalancedangel

[the-spawns]

“Ah…figured as much.” Petras muttered awkwardly, a part of him wished there was a sun to walk into because this interaction was giving him psychic damage because why is socializing so hard now???

Anyways, that was besides the point.

He needed to make sure this vampire spawn wasn’t running away like the others did.

“My name is Petras, your name?” He asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

The underdark felt so different compared to the last hundred or so years of his un-life.

For starters, there was a lot more strangers in his life, and they were people instead of targets or food that he had to bring back to his master. Along with that, he didn’t have to worry about the sun (although the creatures in the underdark were still a massive threat).

He also didn’t have a master controlling him like a puppet on a string, and that had to be the best part.

Petras had taken up monster hunting, he figured he could put some of his skills in fighting to good use (not to mention the adrenaline rush was an amazing feeling for him), he mentally reminded himself to thank Violet for the suggestion when he ever found the wandering bard.

Though, the business came with some quirks, such as meeting someone new on the road.

@thebalancedangel

[the-spawns]

Did one of those relationship chart things with the spawn siblings. (Mainly during their years of serving Cazador)

[the-spawns]

Petras’ focus completely went to the spawn in-front of him as his mission went further back into his mind.

He wracked his brain to see if he recognized the spawn in front of him before figuring that Astarion was right and that he wasn’t gifted with either intelligence or good memory.

“Hello, what are you doing so far from our settlement?” Petras tried to seem confident, but it felt odd to speak to someone he wasn’t trying to bring back to Cazador. Honestly, the slightly unfamiliar social situation made him feel weird, it felt like his tongue was too big for his mouth and the words weren’t coming to him.

The underdark felt so different compared to the last hundred or so years of his un-life.

For starters, there was a lot more strangers in his life, and they were people instead of targets or food that he had to bring back to his master. Along with that, he didn’t have to worry about the sun (although the creatures in the underdark were still a massive threat).

He also didn’t have a master controlling him like a puppet on a string, and that had to be the best part.

Petras had taken up monster hunting, he figured he could put some of his skills in fighting to good use (not to mention the adrenaline rush was an amazing feeling for him), he mentally reminded himself to thank Violet for the suggestion when he ever found the wandering bard.

Though, the business came with some quirks, such as meeting someone new on the road.

@thebalancedangel

[the-spawns]

zlibrary gone... FUCK TIKTOK FUCK BOOKTOK I hope that app burns in hell

[the-spawns]

Petras noticed the other one quickly, decades of abuse and his line of work would heighten one’s senses beyond what vampirism would do.

However, most of the imprisoned spawn were…well, friendly wasn’t the best word, level headed was perhaps better.

Petras let out a huff of relief, thankful that it wasn’t vampire hunters trying to snuff out their…camp? (No, too big for a camp, it’s more like a settlement).

The underdark felt so different compared to the last hundred or so years of his un-life.

For starters, there was a lot more strangers in his life, and they were people instead of targets or food that he had to bring back to his master. Along with that, he didn’t have to worry about the sun (although the creatures in the underdark were still a massive threat).

He also didn’t have a master controlling him like a puppet on a string, and that had to be the best part.

Petras had taken up monster hunting, he figured he could put some of his skills in fighting to good use (not to mention the adrenaline rush was an amazing feeling for him), he mentally reminded himself to thank Violet for the suggestion when he ever found the wandering bard.

Though, the business came with some quirks, such as meeting someone new on the road.

@thebalancedangel

[the-spawns]

Rough sketch of Saphi