#Of my tavs he’s with

[ceeridwen99]

[lazylittledragon]

enrichment for the baby rogue

[crocodiller]

*Myshka is left safely at camp before any trips to the Hells ~extra~

[weatherbane]

halsin: -mermaid hair flip- everyone else: pathetic bleating

[muhomorovna]

I was practicing with clothes and got a little carried away~

Also a little contribution for the tailor!Astarion au, because my Tav is a bard with a noble background and usually has a need in fancy outfits.

[nadiezda]

Something something tieflings tail wags when feeling intense emotions

[deeranddragons]

Astarion’s first impressions of my tav Cain, because playing a good aligned paladin with a charlatan background is really, truly, deeply hilarious. I loved lying at every possible opportunity to make my life easier. I wish there wasn’t a cap on inspiration points because I was getting it left and right from cain and astarion combined.

[honestlyitsjustsam]

favourite moments of bg3 -> (5/?)

[littlestarbigfangs]

Narrator: "Everything is in motion - all within these walls are doomed to destruction unless you act."

bonus:

[golyadkin]

it's because i wouldn't let you kill the bounty hunter isn't it

[catsharky]

My Tav's moral compass is straight and unwaveringly true until stealing is involved at which point it starts spinning so fast it might take off like a helicopter

[lazylittledragon]

some beach babes i started while i was on holiday <3

[swordmaid]

back to the shadows 🌑

inspired by the storm by pierre auguste cot, shri’iia and astarion running away from the sun bc he’s a vampire and she has sunlight sensitivity.

please zoom in to see the details! 🥹🫶

[muhomorovna]

What if their adventures lead them to Icewind Dale?

And a little lineless (almost) experiment cause a couple of years ago i used to ignore it a lot

[themaybug]

mortality

[myrkulitescourge]

the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me

just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.

like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.

in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.

how am i supposed to act normal about this.