@/catdeerhere's side blog Howdy! This blog's just here for me to be extremely self indulgent about how much I love self shipping. I am so in love with fictional characters it's unreal.
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Oops my bat pile spilled!
#OOOOH HES SO FWUFFY!!#I want to hold him like a cheese burger and give him kisses all over his widdle fluffy face 🥹❤️#my little star ⭐
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2025 BG3 discourse still hasn't left behind “Astarion is 100% gay actually I can just tell” so, well done everyone we've learned nothing
#along side the general bi/pan erasure I've also seen alot of bi/pan phobia from these same damn people#his writer even confirmed he was pans!!!
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Care for some wine, darling?
Hyperfixation kicked in when I discovered Baldur's Gate 3 so I had to do a sketch of Astarion :>
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Astarion may not need to cook, but I can guarantee he makes some fantastic morning-after meals to repay Tav for the late night nibbles
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I haven't played bald gay for a while and I'm going through withdrawals 😩 I need my toxic loser lame male wife. He makes me so mad I need him 💖
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imagine you and your f/o :3
proship dni
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Astarion, darling. That's Illegal
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Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Pairing: Astarion x You
Summary: You get a cuteness overload with our favorite vampire bf. ;)
(Not my gif)
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Astarion's face card was no doubt, the best you'd ever laid your eyes upon, but this particular day. He was just so fucking cute, and you couldn't contain yourself. It was the same reaction you'd have looking a small kitten or an adorable puppy.
You tried, so hard. You really did. You caught yourself staring multiple times already, four times in the last few seconds.
Astarion wasn't doing anything spectacular, he was literally just sitting at the entrance of his tent on his bed of pillows, reading a book. That's it.
It was the way his jaw flexed when he smiled at something he read, the way his hair curled around his ears, the soft way he tapped his foot, the way his eyes followed the pages of the book he was currently engrossed in. The way his face looked so innocent, so boyish in this particular moment.
His face was completely relaxed, he looked comfortable. You'd only been together for a week, but you instantly knew, no doubt about it that you would kill for this man. You would protect him at all costs.
He was your baby, your lover, yours to protect. You had an ache suddenly when you watched him, realizing that someone had hurt him. That bastard, hurt that precious being. You grimaced and shook those vile thoughts away.
Astarion looked up at you, he had felt your intense stare. He smiled that genuine smile, the only one he wore for you. Your breath hitched and your heart raced in your chest. He set his book aside.
"Come here." You called to him, he obeyed and stood, he walked over to you. Then he did the cutest thing you'd ever seen. He put his hands behind his back and swayed from side to side innocently.
"Yes, my treasure?" He said, his voice was affectionate and so pure, it made your heart burst. You wanted to sob right there. You grabbed his face, and he looked at you, his face was terribly confused.
"Astarion, darling. That's illegal!" You cried, you squished his face together, adding to his confusion.
"What?" He asked, the question was so innocent, and his voice was muffled. You cursed the gods; he was your undoing, and he didn't even know it.
You pulled him into a tight hug, he reciprocated, but he still didn't know what he had done.
"You're too fucking cute, stop it. It's going to kill me. It's maddening!" You hissed, though your voice had no bite to it. You pulled him away and grabbed his face again, peppering his face with a dozen kisses. He chuckled.
"Darling..." He said, his voice was especially affectionate now. You pulled away,
"You're too adorable for your own good, mister." You told him before attacking him with kisses once more, he laughed now as he held your waist. He didn't protest, free kisses were never a horrible thing, especially if they came from you.
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Been trying to figure out the art nouveau art style a bit
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