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To my fellow Fandom writers in the bg3 community. Spit balling an idea here. I would looove to read a funny little fic of Astarion and Halsin (imma say post Elder Brain fight cause healing the feels) making a bet to who can pull the most ppl in one night.
And then like the rest of em end up putting bets on it to.
Idk I just think it would be cute/funny
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My new favorite cut clip in the game after I let Astarion kill my tav LMAO
Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist (2023)
General
Headcanons
"Just One Bed"
@sabersandsnipers
Astrarion
Oneshots
"His Corpse Bride?" ( x Zombie/Corpse Bride! Reader)
@fl3shm4id3n
𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭, 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫?
"Happiness And Love Are Gone"
@thedevilssinner
you knew Astarion before he was turned
"The Sunwalkers Gift"
@sserpente
Legends say those who were cursed to live in the shadows are not lost. There is a ring, a ring of incredible power that allows its vampiric wearer to walk in the sun once more. If there is one thing you know, it is that Astarion—your partner, your lover—deserves to own this ring more than anyone. You put yourself in great danger to acquire it for him without his knowledge but in the end, you succeed. So now, what magical piece of jewelry would be more suitable to propose to the vampire spawn you want to spend the rest of your life with than this one?
I’ve discovered Astarion from Baldur’s Gate 3! But I can’t play Baldur’s Gate 3 because Microsoft still refuses to accept my login password, even though it’s the same login I’ve always had and I’ve never fucking changed it. Why are all the best RPGs on PC? And why is my PC being a little fucking bitch?
Some of my favorite screenshots of our favorite rogue ❤️
Astarion Ancunín
bitches love me for my deeply tragic yearning concealed with boyish mischief
Kaida gets thrown into critically acclaimed RPG Baldur's Gate 3, now with free collector's edition dice up to level 12.
Day 10 - Free day! *Bear noises*
Uh. No...XIV spoilers............. no real BG3 spoilers either really act 1 only
Ever since I’ve gotten the speak to animal spell I’ve been using constantly to see what little details I can find and
LARIAN LET ME TAKE THE HYENA TO CAMP HE JUST NEEDS SOMEONE TO LOVE HIM WHY ARE THE GOBLINS SO MEAN
You get it.
There is a level of deep, bitterly poetic and cruel irony in Astarion's death and his eventual fate as a vampire spawn. Laughable, even. Lamentable.
Where do I even begin. I once posted here my thoughts on who Astarion was before Cazador took him; and all my thoughts were based on what we can assume to be canon from scraps on information in - game and interviews with Neil. That Astarion Ancunin who was laid into the ground at Baldur's Gate cementary was a corrupt magistrate, a shining example of power abuse, indulgence, hedony, existence in privilege without any service to the world around.
We also know for a fact that Astarion is not a good person in a moral sense. Again, Neil Newbon himself talked about it. He has capability to grow, mature, open himself up, soak in the positive influence and feel for others, but he never will be the default upstanding type. That is simply not at his core.
This is why (I am aware we're talking a fictional character, headcanon is free to all in whichever way they think it suits and pleases them) I cannot for the world believe in all the fanfiction based on the notion of the tragic, tortured soul unjustly attacked and turned into a vampire, because to me - it misses the entire depth and essence of Astarion's personality and arc. He was not a "worthy" persona before Cazador; in fact, the beating he got from the Gur was well - deserved and the near - death experience... Probably so as well. Maybe if anything, this would open his eyes and force him to reflect at least a bit on his choices in the position he was occupying. (But given that he mentions begging Cazador to turn him to be able to take revenge, I highly doubt that.) So yeah... The man got what was coming to him. He deserved it.
But what he got in the end once Cazador allowed him to drink his blood and had him in his hold? Two hundred years of misery and abuse beyond description, being completely stripped of any identity and personhood? No one deserves that. Such fate should not be thrust upon anyone. Ever.
It is the cruellest, most wicked twist of fate that it took that kind of ordeal to change a corrupt little elf's view of the world and force him to even acknowledge the existence of evil deeds and abuse of power - something I am quite sure he never gave any thought to before. It took being transformed into an utterly helpless victim to make him truly see that there is good and bad and perpetuating the bad leads to pain and misery for the innocents (and you can never be sure if not for you as well), and only then, at his most pathetic, most vulnerable, after centuries of torment, it took meeting, trusting, admiring, being grateful to, befriending / loving and being influenced by a genuinely good and kind person (probably the exact opposite of who he was before) to shake and cause some shift in his inner moral compass, or rather the way he was choosing to use it. The full circle, a poignant, unwilling journey from the one abusing power, to the enslaved puppet of someone with considerably more power abusing it in the most inhuman ways possible, and this time to his own woe, to the one person able to break the abusive cycle given the right influence.
Isn't that simply poetic in the most sickly sense? A tragicomedy, if you will.
Forget about Astarion Ancunin. The grave was good for lovemaking and sharing an important moment, but whoever was laid there was not anyone worthy of your time (just like "Ascended Astarion" )The one who stands by your side now is. Your Astarion. The new Astarion, the same "lovable rogue" with a taste for theatrics, drama, debauchery, beauty, murder mayhem and loose morality, but - a better person all the same.
[follow up post here
https://www.tumblr.com/glitteryinknotes/733162725841289216/a-little-follow-up-to-my-previous-post?source=share]
this came from a caR COMMERCIAL-
Y'all spend your weekend thinking about how Neil Newbon played a futuristic Captain Hook in the most extra car commercial ever known, or was that just me?
It's on Youtube in it's full glory. https://youtu.be/zK57iM-skg4?si=RUcnc6stSLtpCLo2
Men are trash I’ll stick the fictional ones thanks.
The Chains that Bind Us
Chapter 1
Stefan's smile could not be wider. He found a good one. He couldn't believe his luck. Just in the nick of time too! It was the 10th anniversary of Master Astarion's ascension. The spawn were bringing him a morsel for him to choose from. Master Astarion promised a reward. Damned Olivia had been showing off her prized stallion all month-- a beautiful dark skinned high elf from the upper city. Stefan briefly considered killing her choice, but no. He wanted to beat her in all fairness.
Luckily, he found his meal ticket just last week.
He had been roaming the taverns and happened to stumble into the Elfsong. It was a last ditch effort. Rarely did ever find beautiful people roaming through Elfsong. It was a tavern that catered to peasants or working class citizens of Baldur's Gate.
But, he was desperate.
He found her sitting at the bar. Alone. His prey was a high elf. Flowing white hair down to her shoulders and lovely pale skin. She had the most enticing aroma. She smelled like a comfortable spring evening. He casually leaned against the bar next to her. "You've convinced me."
She gazed up at him, a slightly inquisitive look strewn across her face. High cheekbones. Symmetrical face. A deep shade of red across her lips. Perfection. "Of what?" She tilted her head.
"Love at first sight."
She chuckled. "That's terrible. Did you come up with that on your own?"
I'm in. Stefan thought, "Well, I'm still working on it. I'm Stefan. And you are?"
The elf paused for a second as she studied Stefan's face. "Rhiannon." She extended a hand.
After a brief chat, he learned she was recently traveled into the city. She had been to Baldur's gate in the past and was thinking of moving back into the city. No family. No employment.
"You are so brave." Stefan tried not to leer at her long, pale neck as he said these words. "To move to the city, without knowing a single soul. Baldur's Gate would swallow you whole."
Rhiannon nodded in agreement. "The Elfsong was an old hang out of mine. I was hoping to recognize some of the patrons."
"And?"
Rhiannon shrugged. "And, it seems they have moved on." She downed her wine. She stared with great interest at the back of the bar, avoiding eye contact.
"Well. Their loss. My gain." Stefan nudged Rhiannon's shoulder playfully. "It just so happens I've got a spare ticket to the party of the year. It's next week. You could come meet some of my friends. If, of course, you can tolerate an evening with my horrid pick up lines."
She glanced up at him. He gave his award winning pout. A sly smile crept across her face. "It's a date."
She is my winning trophy.
A week had passed since he first found her. He was ready to cash in on his prize.
Once Master Astarion smells her blood... He will certainly choose her. I will be favored spawn of the year for sure. Stefan grinned to himself. Maybe Master Astarion will let me help him drink her dry. Stefan's mouth watered at the thought.
Stefan smoothed his shirt as he opened the Elfsong tavern doors. "There you are Rhiannon. Are you ready to depart?"
The high elf turned to face him. In his mortal life, she might have caught his breath. A sapphire decorated lacy navy mask, complete with an off shoulder matching dress. Her long white hair pulled into an intricate braid, exposing her bared neck and shoulders. And oh those collar bones. Stefan dug his fingers into the palm of his hand.
Rhiannon tilted her head, "Are you all right?"
Stefan caught himself, "Oh... I'm sorry, yes. You just ... look good enough to eat." He winked.
Rhiannon laughed, "Well aren't you just a charmer. Keep working on that one too."
Stefan grinned back and held up his arm. "M'lady?" Rhiannon took his arm in hers, staring up into his red eyes. "Lead the way, my lord."
It was a short walk to the old Szarr palace. Stefan ushered her through the atrium into the banquet hall.
Most of the guests had already arrived. The patriarchs of the upper city with their spouses were twirling in the dance floor. A buffet of delicious wines and gourmet foods for the mortals laid out on an long table. Cigar smoke wafting from a smaller room in the far back. At one end of the hall, sitting in a grand throne was Master Astarion presiding over his banquet. Next to him an elegant Drow elf, Vanara. His current favored spawn.
As Stefan gleaned over the banquet hall, he watched with irritation as Olivia and her stallion stepped up to pay their respects to Master Astarion.
I will not be outdone. Stefan thought bitterly.
"Come. Let's me introduce you to the master of the house." Stefan placed his hand along the small of Rhiannon's back.
She arched her eyebrows at him. "Of course."
He guided her through the twirl of masked dancers to the feet of master Astarion's throne.
"Master Astarion." Stefan bowed deeply at his sire's feet. "I would like to introduce you to Rhiannon. She is new to the city."
Astarion gave small smirk and nod as the couple bowed before him. "Charmed, Rhiannon. Tell me, where do you hail from?"
"I'm born Baldurian, but in the most recent years I've been traveling the world. I just returned from Waterdeep." She gave a small curtsy.
"Is that so?" Astarion leaned back with a careful interest in his eyes. "I have never had the pleasure myself, but I'm told it's just a delightful city."
"The sunset overlying the port at sea is a sight to behold, my lord."
"I'll just have to take your word for it. What brings you back to Baldur's Gate?"
Rhiannon paused for a moment. "I came looking for something I lost long ago."
"Oh? Pray tell. Was it an item of power?" Astarion gave a dramatic fist pump into the air.
Rhiannon smiled, amused. "No, I wouldn't consider it that. It matters not. I did not find it."
"Aw. How... mysterious." Astarion gave her a look of mock pity and intent curiosity. "One last thing before you go. You must tell me name of your perfumer. You smell absolutely divine."
"It's... something of my own creation."
"Ah--. Strange. It seems familiar to me." He narrowed his eyes at Rhiannon suspiciously. Stefan felt a cold chill trace down his spine. "Well. No matter." Astarion leaned back in his seat, quickly resuming his charming facade. "Enjoy your evening."
Astarion dismissed them with a wave of his hand. But just for a moment, a mere moment... Stefan thought he caught the glimpse of a curious twinkle in his master's eyes, and the darkened jealous look of Vanara sitting next to him.
I'm in.
The night passed quickly and before Stefan knew it the chimes for the final dance were singing through the ballroom. A polite clap erupted through the banquet hall and slowly, the mortals trickled from the ball room.
The final dance was a private event. Special guests only. In other words, the spawn and their invited prey. Stefan was overjoyed. Master Astarion was pleased with his pick. He was sure of it.
"What's going on?" Rhiannon shot Stefan a concerned look.
"Oh, I forgot to mention." Intentionally. Stefan mused. "The final dance is between a special guest and Master Astarion."
"Special guest?" Rhiannon cocked her head with a slight frown. "Can you elaborate?"
"He personally chooses a partner at the end, and you do a final dance with him. You get some private time with one of the most powerful politicians in the city." Stefan shrugged. And then he drinks you dry. "It's... an honor."
"Hm." Rhiannon considered his words, but if she had any further doubts she did not express them.
"All right. Line up!" Astarion jumped to his feet, a show of pure joy and excitement on his face. "Let's get this show on the road."
The spawn and their party guests lined at the center of the banquet hall.
"What have you brought me this year Vanara?" Astarion rubbed his hands gleefully.
"Master Astarion. This is Cleo. She is a visiting silk trader from Cormyr. She is eager to meet you Master Astarion." Vanara triumphantly removed Cleo's mask to reveal a comely young woman with bright yellow eyes.
"Is that so?" Astarion licked his lips.
"It is." Cleo giggled. She held out her hand. "It is so lovely to meet you m'lord. I represent some of the most fashionable new upcoming fashion artists in Cormyr. I would love the chance to talk to you about starting a business relationship."
Astarion took her hand in his. He kissed the back of it gently, moaning slightly. "I look forward to it. Well done, Vanara."
He moved onto the next guest. A tiefling with long braided purple hair with the voice of an angel, who was eager to a famous bard. Next to her was a handsome albeit perplexed drow. Rhiannon noted a sense of increasing excitement as Astarion made his way down the line of guests.
Not all of his "presents" were met with such enthusiasm. There was a gnome, to which Astarion gave an irritated look to the accompanying spawn.
"Master Astarion, I'm sorry. It was--"
"Shush." Astarion held out a single finger. "Get this thing out of my sight."
The spawn's lip quivered and quickly hurried his guest away.
"Tell me you have something better Olivia. Ah, yes. The chocolate dream."
"Chocolate dream?" The high elf removed his mask, frowning.
"It's what I call you, Sendaris." Olivia interjected quickly, sensing her prey's anger. "When you're ... not around. My chocolate dream. My stallion."
The high elf's shoulders relaxed slightly, his face slightly embarrassed. "My dear, I wish you wouldn't."
"Nonsense." She winked at Astarion. "Master Astarion and I share a fondness for beauty." She stroked his braided hair gently with a hand, almost possessively. She nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder as she stared ominously at Stefan.
"I win." She mouthed to him.
Stefan bristled. "We'll see." He mouthed back.
"All right you love birds." Astarion held his hand out. "It is a delight to meet you good sir."
Sendaris gave a suspicious look, but eventually took Astarion's hand returned a firm handshake.
Astarion then turned his attention to Rhiannon and Stefan.
"Ah yes. Our mystery flavor." Astarion giggled. "Go on then, show me that beautiful face."
Stefan swelled at these words. Master Astarion is happy. Rhiannon reached and released the clasp holding her mask. Stefan watched his master's cheerful smile fall as Rhiannon pulled the mask from her face. Dread filled Stefan.
"Are... are you not pleased Master?" Stefan twisted his tunic nervously. "I thought her quite to your taste."
Astarion's face was cold. Unreadable. Hardened. Silent. The mood shifted. There was a cold anger that seeped into the room.
"What are you doing here?"
My art is bad and I'm sorry my Tav is flashing his ass at you
(all credits of the pose to whoever drew the one I used)
behold: the most incredible thing I've ever been commissioned to make. may the gods smile upon you for your ideas @their-kingdom ❤️
