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NOTICE

I have moved Astarion to a main blog for my ease of use. Same URL. All threads and unfinished asks will be answered there. I will be re-following everyone from there.

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NOTICE

I have moved Astarion to a main blog for my ease of use. Same URL. All threads and unfinished asks will be answered there. I will be re-following everyone from there.

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I HAVE MOVED ASTARION TO A MAIN BLOG. SAME URL

Eh would they accept a morally questionable hero?

Selective Astarion Ancunín from Baldur's Gate 3 RP Blog Like or reblog if interested in interacting Rules. Verses. Ask.

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The Pale Elf

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garden of ignominy

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Imagine the other true vampires hearing that Cazador was murdered. They likely assumed Astarion had been made into a true vampire. They also now assume he's the new vampire in charge of the Baldur's Gate territory. Because vampires are territorial bastards. What they don't know is he's still a spawn.

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After some thought over on Discord, I've decided Astarion's post-game verse.

Taking all the valuables from Cazador's palace and pawning them off across the Gate to accumulate as much wealth as possible. He starts building a life for himself.

Mysteriously through no fault of his ( that anyone can prove ) the palace burnt to the ground. Truly, a tragic accident to lose a historic building like the Szarr Palace.

While mostly sticking to the Underdark below the city, he does have a home built topside. The patriars are trying to get into/keep in his good graces thanks to the title of 'Hero'. Would be hunters, cheap cutthroats, and clerics are often a pain in his ass.

Assumptions: Origin playthrough, no romance. edited and tweaked if needed for a Tav in this verse

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@littlereyofmoonlight

A particular tale to say the least, but his reference for githyanki was limited at best. His ‘worldly’ experiences thus far ranged from seedy taverns to dark alleys. Before the tadpole anyway, now he was receiving a crash course in the wonders of the world outside of his limited view of Baldur’s Gate.

To belong to one’s self and no other? Beholden to no god, group, or master? That. That appealed to him very much. He was still coming to grip with his own freedom. In a way he envied her. On the other hand he loathed life had given her that.

But what did she want from him? He focused his attentions on her expressions, her body language, and how easily she offered him information. She wanted his trust? A reassurance he wouldn’t stab her in the night?

“You aren’t exactly alone now.” He gestured towards the camp as a whole. “Although, belonging to one’s self alone? I can hardly think of a better approach. As far what you are, I frankly don’t care. If you fight well and don’t get in the way of my wants, we’ll get along nicely.”

☾✦ "We were all lucky you came. The dice, cast anew," she replied, letting his comment about Shadowheart settle in her head to turn over in her hands. Which part, she wondered. What part of her did Shadowheart balk at? The face of Gith, or the heart of Selûne? She considered it for a moment before setting it aside. A puzzle for the morning. Right now, she wanted to clear the air between her and Astarion.

Rey settled herself on a rock beside his tent, considering her answer to his question as she crossed her leg over her opposite knee, prim. In the end, a simplified version of the truth: "The crèche no longer had an interest in me. They thought I wouldn't be able to handle myself, that I would die the moment I touched my feet to another plane's surface, which would make me an embarrassment to Vlaakith. So, no more crèche resources to me. Jhe'quith dvenzir. I sought to prove them wrong, and here I am." She smiled placidly at Astarion, the edges of her sharp Githyanki canines visible between her black lips as she gestured to herself. "Luckily, I like Faerûn better than my crèche."

The smile on her lips faded. "So, to answer your question: I am strange because I am no longer githyanki. They have made clear I will never belong to them. And yet, I'm neither istik nor githzerai. I'm simply... Myself, alone."

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“  should i be concerned about why there’s blood in the sink?  ”

Astarion spared a quick glance from oiling down his daggers. He forgot about that early. Tossing all his dirty and bloodied rags in the sink. "I haven't killed anyone in the last— er six hours or so if that is what you're asking."

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BLOOD RELATED PROMPTS

requested by my bestie 

WORDS: 

“  is that your blood?  ”

“  woah—  hold up you’re bleeding.  ”

“  your bandages— you’re bleeding through them.  ”

“  shit,  i think i pulled my stitches.  ”

“  i’ll make them bleed for this.  ”

“  a little blood never never hurt anyone.  ”

“  why the fuck is there blood on the carpet?  ”

“  your nose is bleeding.  ”

“  you can make me bleed all you want,  i’ll never scream for you.  ”

“  you don’t understand,  i had to do it.  i had to kill them.  ”

“  stop fussing— this isn’t my blood.  ”

“  i did what was necessary.  ”

“  why are you bleeding?  what happened?  ”

“  who hurt you?  why is there blood all over you?  ”

“  i think you’ll look quite pretty when you bleed.  ”

“  who did you kill?  whose blood is that?  ”

“  i’m not usually a sadistic sort of person,  but i will take pleasure in spilling your blood.  ”

“  i don’t actually enjoy killing.  it’s messy.  the blood gets everywhere.  it’s just necessary sometimes.  ”

“  it looked kind of beautiful in a fucked up sort of way.  blood on snow.�� the kind of thing you usually only see in stories.  ” 

“  i can’t get it off—  i can still feel it on me!  ”

“  just calm down.  breathe.  i’ll take care of this.  ”

“  hold still— you’ve got blood on your face.  ”

“  why is there blood on your knife?  ”

“  oh,  it’s just a little bit of blood.  don’t nutsack out.  ”

“  i’m going to drain every ounce of your blood.  nice and slow.  like you deserve.  ”  

“  i’ll kill anyone who ever makes you bleed again.  ”

“  your/their blood is just too pretty to keep inside.  ”

“  there’s something fascinating about blood.  it’s captivating. ”

“  blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb.  ”

“  you made me bleed on my shirt—  i fucking loved this shirt!  ”

“  leave me alone,  it’s shark week and i got blood on my sheets.  ”

“  should i be concerned about why there’s blood in the sink?  ”

“  do i ask questions or do i just help you clean up all this blood?  ”

ACTIONS: 

[ ALONE ]  for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood. 

[ ARRIVE ] for receiver to show up on sender’s doorstep covered in blood. 

[ CLEANSE ] for sender to find receiver trying to clean blood off themselves. 

[ DISCOVER ] for receiver to find sender trying to clean blood off themselves. 

[ AID ] for sender to help receiver clean blood off themselves. 

[ ERASE ] for receiver to help sender clean blood off themselves. 

[ ESCAPE ] for sender to find receiver after they’ve killed someone. 

[ SEEN ] for receiver to find sender after they’ve killed someone. 

[ HELP ] for sender to clean up the aftermath of receiver’s crime. 

[ ACCEPT ] for receiver to clean up the aftermath of sender’s crime. 

[ FOUND ] for sender to discover receiver covered in blood. 

[ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood. 

[ ATTACK ] for sender to stab or shoot receiver. 

[ WOUNDED ] for receiver to stab or shoot sender. 

[ BROKE ] for sender to punch receiver hard enough their nose bleeds. 

[ INJURE ] for receiver to punch sender hard enough their nose bleeds. 

[ WITNESS ] for sender to see receiver get hurt enough to bleed.  

[ WATCH ] for receiver to see sender get hurt enough to bleed. 

[ RETALIATE ] for sender to make receiver’s attacker bleed. 

[ DEFEND ] for receiver to make sender’s attacker bleed. 

[ SURVIVE ] for sender to realize receiver is bleeding after getting through a fight. 

[ FABRIC ] for receiver to realize sender is bleeding after getting through a fight. 

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Me. Realizing Astarion tends to bite people on the same side Cazador bit him. Boy. Somebody needs to have a word with you.

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"...if the goal was to annoy the piss outta me, you're succeeding. Every bloody check-" @elkenbulwark (nOT the Humming 8(...

@elkenbulwark

The bodies around them were still yet warm. The life recently vacated their eyes. What use did the dead have for their baubles? Nothing, but Astarion had use of them. He had started humming through his routine cadaver pilfering. His check of their pockets.

Cazador loathed when he hummed. Astarion hummed out of spite. Cazador banned any form of singing or humming in the palace. Astarion still hummed out of spite. Birvor didn’t like his humming. Astarion sure as the hells was going to hum out of spite.

“Hm? What was that? Oh, you’re annoyed? You should really look into that, dear. It can’t be good for your health.” His grin broad and of the shit-eating variety. He patted Birvor’s chest before strolling away casually as he pleased.

Humming. Horrendously off-tuned. So much it barely resembled the song at all he was attempting to imitate. Another body required looting after all. Trinkets to line his pockets. Maybe he’d keep them. Maybe he’d barter them away for more coin.

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The thought crosses my mind to move Astarion over to a main account. Make Cazador secondary to him. Why? Because just the dynamic of that is hilarious to me.

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“maybe you should stand in front of me.”

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"Hn? Well darling, if you wanted a view of my lovely backside, there is no need to be so coy about it." As though the cleric hadn't seen enough of it. For some reason it was Astarion in front leading this poor, sheltered boy around the city.

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Ya'll think I'm joking. Astarion can't carry a tune to save his life.