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I had a thought about Gales reaction to/feelings about stretch marks on his partner. Not ones from pregnancy (I personally feel those are kind of different. I have a lot of them just from fast weight gain, and even after losing that weight seeing them seems to only remind me of my shame that I ever let myself go that much).

I feel like I already know the answer - he is so loving, and so truly does not care about physical “imperfections” on his loved one or things that may be outside whatever beauty standards apply in his world. If he knew his partner was insecure about them, he’d likely go out of his way to make them feel better about them. But I’m still curious how you would describe his thoughts on them, if that makes sense. Would he even notice them? What would they represent to him, if he knew they were from a time his partner was neglecting their health (or even being very lazy)?

I hope this isn’t a nonsensical ramble. I think I’ve lately found myself trying to change my own negative perceptions of myself by thinking through the lens of what Gale would see, so asking an expert like yourself for your take might help me get there on this topic <3

Not nonsensical at all anon! 💜 And I love your idea of thinking through the lens of what Gale would see—the world would be a much kinder (and chattier!) place if everyone did so.

Your thoughts about Gale’s response to his partner’s insecurities are spot-on. But he’d also want to reassure them (and you!) that there is nothing shameful about the fact that their body changed shape or appearance. He would hush any disparaging comments about ‘letting oneself go’ or ‘being very lazy’. He’d be very, very proud that his love was no longer neglecting their health, but he would not apply any shame or negativity to their bodily appearance, either in the past or in their present condition.

I honestly think a lot of people struggle to understand Gale’s way of thinking because we have been-force fed toxic beauty bullsh*t for our entire lives. By our society’s beauty standards, Gale is hot. And Gale had a hot Goddess girlfriend; therefore how could Gale love a non-hot person? I’ve seen countless posts about Mystra being his ex and how ‘my Tav could never compare.’ But we’re the ones who have it all wrong; in Gale’s eyes, when he falls in love with Tav, it’s Mystra who can no longer compare.

So I’ve come to think of it like this: we all know Gale loves and treasures books, right? If you try and destroy the Necromancy book, he gets mad. He geeks out thinking about shopping at Sorcerous Sundries. He has a massive overflowing library in his home in Waterdeep. In short, he absolutely adores, respects and reveres stories. And I think, when Gale looks at others, and especially at his beloved Tav, what he sees and values first and foremost is their story—because that’s what defines who they are. Gale doesn’t judge a book by its cover, he judges it by the quality of the writing.

So, to answer your question about how he would react to Tav’s stretch marks, and whether he would notice them, and what they would represent, I believe he would simply see them for what they are: A physical representation of a chapter in Tav’s life. Not an imperfection, not something shameful, but an experience that, like all the other chapters in Tav’s life, helped shape them into the wonderful person that Gale loves today. A experience that helped to write Tav’s story.

And in his eyes, what could be more beautiful than that?

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oh Wyllyam Ravengard the man that you are

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You Are Enough Pt. 6

Astarion x Fem!tav

Astarion POV

Fluff. Soft squishy lovely fluff.

Warnings: none?

AN: I needed this. I hope you can also take comfort as well.

Enjoy 🤘🏼

Part 5

I thought at some point I would grow accustomed to you. That I would at the very least stop being surprised by the words that flowed from your mouth, or entranced by the way you carried yourself wherever you went. It’s been months since we’ve met, weeks since you told me…

It’s still hard to believe.

I had an inkling, after the third or fourth night I fed from you. You were sitting there in the grass, recovering from my indulgences as the clouds began to dissipate from the night sky. I was preparing to return to camp, not wanting to linger in the dark, until you broke the silence.

“The stars are out.”

Your voice was so soft that I wondered if you had even meant to speak to me. I turned my head to the sky and saw the twinkling constellations emerging from the clouds.

“I can see the Lady of Mystery,” I mused, mostly to myself. Through the many volumes of my collection, a particular favorite of mine was that of the constellations. I glanced at you to see if you too would understand my reference.

While your eyes held no familiarity, you looked at me with innocent curiosity. I felt myself smile before I realized what I was doing. I moved closer to you, sitting beside you in the grass and tilted your head in the right direction.

You didn’t flinch at my touch. Your skin felt so warm, so soft. I watched as your eyes widened and reflected the stars above.

“Do you see that bright star there? That’s her head, then her body—“

“Then her feet!” You said happily, “She’s beautiful.”

I chuckled and nodded.

“I always found it rather comforting. No matter how many years pass—no matter how many things change, the stars will always stay the same. One constant thing,” I murmured.

In that moment I feared I said too much. Shown weakness in front of you. But you just smiled as me, as warm and as bright as you always did, and said, “Will you show me more?”

I couldn’t say no, even if I had wanted to.

“Well, if you look to the right, beside her is the Harp, then over here is the Dragon of Dawn…”

I spent the rest of the night showing you the stars and rattling on about the stories that came with them. You listened intently, like a child. Totally enthralled with every word that dripped from my mouth.

In the past, I would have felt bitter at my performance. Another soul enraptured with my presence. Someone for me to use and take to him.

But this time it didn’t feel like I was performing. Part of the real me seemed to have slipped out— and you were— enjoying it. How odd. Either I had drained so much blood from you that I had damaged your brain function, or maybe you actually— enjoyed my company. As much as I enjoyed yours.

Even now, with your intentions and feelings for me so clear and out in the open, even now I still wonder if it’s real. I pray that it’s real.

At night, when the camp is fast asleep I can feel you tracing your hands along the scars on my back. At first I was repulsed by them, saw them only as a reminder of who gave them to me. I thought you would too, but then your soft touch changed them forever.

“You seem awfully fascinated by them,” I remember saying the second night you traced them with your finger.

“I am,” you said softly in the darkness.

“Why?” I asked, my eyes looking in the dark. I wanted to face you, but the feel of your fingers on my back was amazing. You touched me as if I was a fragile thing, as if you were afraid your fingers would be my shattering.

“Because, they’re a part of you,” you murmured, “and I love every part of you.”

You said it as if you meant it. Without hesitation, without thought. As if loving me—loving all of me was as easy as breathing. It made me shiver.

“You’d be the first,” I whispered.

At that your fingers stopped tracing for a moment. I was worried I had made you uncomfortable until your arms wrapped around me and I felt your lips on my back. You pressed gentle kisses on my scars, keeping me tight in your embrace.

I had never felt so…warm.

And then just tonight…

A soft rain was falling in these shadowlands. It was strange for such a storm in this land, but the water was pure and a rare occurrence according to Jaheria. Halsin attributed it to our good deeds, more accurately— your good deeds.

I caught you just outside of the inn, near Damon’s smithing table in the barn. You were dancing in the rain with a few Tiefling children. You were drenched, and your skin was prickled up in the cool air. You were laughing.

You were radiant. For a moment I thought the sun had risen against the shadows. Everything I ever wanted seemed so close— just within reach.

I stayed a while and watched. The children eventually ran back inside, but you stayed out in the rain, lifting your head up to the sky.

Gods, she’s beautiful. And absolutely ridiculous.

I found myself stepping out into the rain, wanting nothing but to be closer to you. You must have noticed me coming, because you turned to me, your face lit up with a beautiful smile. You extended your hand to me.

“Dance with me?” You asked.

I took your hand and pulled you close, placing my hands on your waist.

“I’m afraid you’ll catch your death out here, darling,” I said, starting to move with her to her imaginary music. She smiled as we slowly moved together, carving our own path against the rain.

“It’s worth it,” you laughed as I twirled you.

She is beautiful. She is everything.

Rain clung to your hair and it kissed your face as it ran down your cheeks. I was caught up in the awe of you. The resplendent beauty of your eyes looking at me as if I was the only one in the world.

I would burn the world down for her.

I must have been lost in thought because we stopped moving. You looked at me curiously. A hand drifted to your chin and tilted your face up to mine.

“You are absolutely breathtaking,” I said softly.

And then you smiled at me like you always do. As if I was someone you have been waiting your life for. As if I was the light in the universe. It made me feel like I was invincible. It made me believe that I was someone worth loving.

I love her. More than anything. I would die for her.

Those thoughts settled deep into my soul. I couldn’t form my lips to say them. It felt impossible… I hated myself in that moment for my weakness. For all of the missed opportunities I kept creating.

“Hey,” you said softly as you cupped my cheek, bringing my attention back to the moment.

It was as if you sensed my self doubt. As if you knew me better than I knew myself. How strange a feeling.

“Come back to me,” you said gently, “focus on this. On us.”

You laid your head on my chest, and wrapped your arms around my neck. My hands returned to your waist and we just slowly turned and shuffled around in your rain soaked clothes. The scent of you was intoxicating, and I let myself drift off in the high of the moment.

One day I’ll be able to tell her— but for now, I suppose i will show her how much she means to me.

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I had to..

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I just realized another sign on how much being a god changed Gale so much is that won't actively help his followers. He chooses to inspire but not help.

This is so jarring and the complete opposite of how he was before. He always, i mean always offers to help. His greetings always starts on how he can help even when he disapproves of you.

Like look at these greetings, he was fundamentally a caring and helpful person.

Negative (-10): 

"Yes?"

"Did you need something?"

"What is it?"

"You need me?"

Neutral and up (above -10):

"How can I help?"

"Go ahead, I'm listening."

"What's on your mind?"

Flirting:

"Always a delight to speak with you. What can I do?"

"I do enjoy our conversations. What do you need?"

"Tell me - What can I do for you?"

Partnered:

"My time is yours. What do you need?"

"Whatever you need, you have only to ask."

"Anything I can do for you - consider it most enthusiastically done."

This man's core and passion has always been to help and centered in acts of service. From cooking for the camp, teaching magic, even offering blood to Astarion. All of these love and care he has disappears when he becomes a god.

Elminster was right. The Gale we all knew and loved is now lost the moment he ascended.

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got to the evening party with the tiefling refugees and rolled a dirty 20 to steal a kiss from Wyll. started yelling and cheering so hard I woke up my cats sleeping in the next room and they came running over... uh yeah anyways Wyll Ravenguard MY BELOVED

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and he holds her close, just to keep the world at bay

Astarion & Emmyth in their moment of peace and quiet

a cоmmision for @/marmiteprincess thank you for your trust ♥

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Write A Kiss Request: Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3) x Reader ...a kiss because time's running out

(prompt list here) & 2025 Request List - requests open

...a kiss for Astarion because time's running out

You could feel your stomach drop as your eyes followed the enormous pink brainstem up into the clouds, imagining the monstrous platform that it might form at the top. Months of adventuring, forming lifelong bonds, the gathering of your allies; it had all led to this. At the top of this strange tangled rope of flesh and nerves your destiny awaited. Win or Lose. Life or Death. Good or Evil. The balance that had hung so tenuously over each of you for as long as you could remember all came down to this. It almost felt a relief knowing that salvation or damnation stood right around the corner. It made finally making your feelings known to well-dressed vampire beside you feel far easier.

You hadn't meant to leave sharing your feelings until quite such the last minute, but every time you had tried to broach the subject before now the fates had conspired to stand in your way. At your camp whenever you finally had a moment with him alone the fire would need tending to or Volo would burst from nowhere with a new poem about you. Whenever you two found yourselves roaming the woods together and you finally started to find the words to tell him how you appreciate all that he is, some rabid creature would appear from above and try to end you both. And god forbid you two be left sharing a goblet of wine at some heroic celebration, Astarion smiling so deviously at you until the only thing standing in your way is your own inability to form a sentence when he looks at you like that. No matter how often you had tried, you and Astarion had come all this way, growing closer than friends could ever be, without you ever getting to articulate that sweet bond.

"This is really it." Karlach sighed out behind you, sounding battle worn but steeling herself for one final push.

"This will all be over soon. For the better I'm sure." Gale echoed, sensing her fears and trying to sound more confident of the outcome. You turned to Astarion, ready to finally put your feelings into words only to find him already staring at you expectedly, waiting for your final rousing speech or spirited song. He looked almost scared as he drank in your expression, worried that the final turn of battle might not go your way after all the sacrifices and challenges you had faced to get here. You could barely think of what lay ahead as you focused on his features, watching him search your expression for some meaning he couldn't quite decipher.

You had no words, as usual. No quip to appeal to his wicked wit. No sincere praise to win his fractured heart. No great confession to draw out his affections. As you stood silently staring at him you let out the only thought you could manage to form.

"Fuck it." And with that your hands clasped the cold porcelain skin of his face, watching his eyes grow wide as finally after weeks of wanting, your lips met his. He may have felt cold to the touch, but the soft skin of his lips had warmth flooding through your body, the faint feeling of sharp teeth running over your top lip as he grinned against you. His hands were quick to latch onto your shoulders, giving you a gentle squeeze as he added pressure to the kiss, tangible desire and desperation coming through in the way your bodies sought to be together in what you could your final moments.

Astarion could have kissed you forever waiting for the hammer of fate to drop, but unfortunately your mortal lungs couldn't quite wait that long. You pulled your face just an inch away from his, taking a deep breath and finding only warmth and reassurance in his gaze.

"Okay, I'm ready to go." You announced to the group, a proud smirk spreading across Astarion face at your chosen final action before you faced the judgement of the gods.

"Should we? For good luck?" Karlach turned to Gale, not one to feel left out, but you and Astarion began your climb together without waiting for his decision. Both of you filled with a renewed confidence this fight would go your way, if nothing else because you knew you had something important to fight for. And something joyful waiting for you on the other side.

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If you enjoyed this check out my Baldur's Gate 3 master list for more Astarion content!

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I needed some fluff, so

Sunlight peeked through the gap between the wall and the gap of your small tent. Somewhere in the canopies, morning doves celebrated their survival with sweet songs. You tried to sit up, but the pale arm draped over your chest brought you right back down.

“Stay,” a smooth voice hummed in your ear. A hand slipped under your tunic and rubbed your stomach. You obliged his request, rolling over to face Astarion.

His eyes, usually so dark with bloodlust and hunger, were soft and half-lidded. His lips were pulled in a slight smile. The crease between his brows was gone.

“Good morning, darling,” he said, trailing his fingers over your naval. “How did you sleep?”

“I slept fine,” you replied. You rested your hand on his cheek. He leaned into your warmth instantly. “No nightmares?”

“None at all.” Astarion tapped the tip of your nose with his finger. “Thanks to you, my love. Tell me, why do you feel the need to get up so early today, hm? Lae'zel isn't even up yet, you know.”

“She isn't? But I thought—”

He pressed a finger to your lips. “Ah, ah. None of that now. And I mean thinking. Your lovely, overworked little self doesn’t need to be anywhere but in this bedroll with me until we need to break camp. Understand? Nod.”

You nodded, relenting with flushed cheeks. He chuckled and kissed your jaw. “You look so cute when you're all red. Who let you be so cute, hm? Who gave you permission to be such a sweetheart?”

Without warning, he caught your cheeks between his palms, squished them, and let out a cry of utter delight. You giggled and tried to squirm away, but Astarion was having none of it. He brought your head forward to shower it in kisses.

It was so good to see him happy, to see him enjoy waking up. Every hit you took together, every sleepless night, every time the two of you cried—it was all worth it. Just for that smile.

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🎶Happy trails to youuu🎶

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he can't wait to take you home from the epilogue party

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How to be a trans ally 101, from To Wong Foo (1995)