#amaryllis tav

[artsycrapfromsai]

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6]

More Astarion and Amaryllis doodles!!

The first takes place immediately after part 6 fjgfjgf

I just wanted to draw some cute fluff between them bc im a sucker for it

Amaryllis keeps hugging Astarion until he lets go, about 10 minutes later fhgghf she wasn't expecting a hug that long, but she likes hugs so she didn't mind

Amaryllis continues to confuse and baffle Astarion, but that somehow works to her advantage 💕

[libartz]

This is Amaryllis, a Tav I made specifically because I wanted a fey warlock. They’re into all things weird and are curious and friendly to new people, though they tend to end up in trouble quite often. They’re going to use the heck out of the illithid powers, no clue how that’s going to end up. Romance-wise I’m aiming for Gale

[steampoweredstrawberry]

Traditional GaleTav doodle.

[nvvermore]

Some of my favorite screencaps of my little blorbo Amaryllis (they/them)

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I keep putting it off because I don't have a ton of screenshots, but I'll update as I play different characters

My "half-elf" bard, Amaryllis (Ril) Bright. At the table, she's a Changeling, but I haven't committed to modding yet. No idea who she'll romance yet.

[soleil-en-bouteille]

I love my mean elves

(Amaryllis, Lolth-sworn Drow, Oathbreaker Paladin)

What did I just say yesterday!!!!! Lol. I'm seeing it, I'm not taking the bait. I'm gonna get some positivity going. Ya'll should send me screenshots of your Tavs with Astarion (all genders baby) so I can see how awesome they look together.

[meowsgirldrawing]

Baldur's Gate Next Adventurers (BG3 Next Gen)

Axel and Amaryllis Ancunin- Astarion x Tav

Denzel Dekarios- Gale x Dark Urge

Vraxar- Bae'zel❤️

[starryjuicebox]

Beloved (9) - Interruption

Summary: Halsin finally enters the scene.

Pairing: Ascended!Astarion x Tav

Word Count: 1.8k

Masterlist | Ao3 Link

Kythorn 1495

Our wedding festivities have begun at last. I was very surprised when Astarion announced that we would have a royal Silevrenian wedding. I had resigned myself to never seeing my kingdom again. Thankfully, Rolan was more than happy to send us to Silevren, so long as we promised to bring back a wedding favor for him. Astarion said we could have just forced his hand, but I would much rather be in the Ramazith Tower’s good graces.

Before we left, I disguised my eye color and hid my fangs with a simple spell, but I think Aelia caught on that something was different. I suppose we aren’t twins for nothing; I just have to make it through this tenday.

My family is wary of Astarion. Mother pulled me aside on the first day and commented on his crimson eyes and sharp fangs. The concern in her eyes wounded my very soul. I reassured her that I would be fine, but truthfully, I don’t know if I will be. They have been very cordial in his presence so far, but I cannot help but worry. Astarion will not hide who he is from them and I’m not sure how they are feeling about his…nature.

Nevertheless, it is too late to turn back. We will make our vows before our loved ones, then we will make our vows before each other, Corellon Larethian, and the Oak Father. I cannot falter.

I overheard a servant gossiping that Astarion had spent time secretly embroidering the blue roses into my dress. I had assumed he had commissioned a seamstress to do it, hearing that he did it himself…I was beside myself with joy. It is such a shame I can never tell him I know the truth. The blow to his pride would be far too great.

Baby’s breath, heliotrope,and irises made up the flower crown he gave to me as part of the first day tradition. I am sure he just had a servant pick out flowers; after all, he had once said, “flowers are so overrated. They’re bright, gaudy, and almost never make good poisons.” Surely, he couldn’t have known what their meanings were, but I cannot deny that my heart fluttered. After all, everlasting love, devotion, and trust - things I thought the Rite had taken from us were woven together in a symbol of our union.

For my part, I placed atop his head a crown of red roses, honeysuckle, and amaryllis. Though I dare not hope he is familiar with the language of flowers, it was imperative to me that I at least express my feelings on what will be the most memorable days of my life.

I had just hoped they would be the happiest ones.

Stella Ancunín

“Forever and always, I will stand by your side. With the Moon, Stars, Oak Father, and Corellon Larethian as my witnesses, I will be with you until the sun itself burns out. Ai armiel telere maenen hir.”

“Aeterna amantes. Lovers forever, until the world falls down. My consort, you shall want for nothing. We shall be together, forever. Anything you want, you need only ask. We will be sovereigns - this I vow to you.”

Such were the vows they had shared over three centuries ago in front of his consort’s family and their friends, upheld for three centuries. True to her word, while she seemed to have grown more and more withdrawn over the years, she never attempted to actually leave his side. There was only one incident early into their marriage where he hadn’t been able to find her. She had explained that she had been deep in trance, not hearing him arrive home, and that was why she didn’t greet him at the door. He still wasn’t sure he believed her, but she had dutifully met him at the threshold the moment he returned every single day ever since. Even when she barely looked at him.

Astarion tightened his hold on his consort, trying to shake free of that terrible memory. He would see her back to her old self. She’d come back to him, fully. It was an inevitability.

Of all the tools at his disposal, his body had always been the most effective…and the only way he really knew how to express himself. When words failed him, surely he could get his feelings across another way?

"Astari-" he cut her off by crushing his lips to hers, pulling her slender frame against his own.

She stiffened initially, but melted just a moment later into his touch. Over three centuries of lovemaking led their bodies to slot together as perfect puzzle pieces.

He reached up to cup one of her soft breasts, running his thumb over its peak. “My treasure, you-”

Clack. Clack. Clack.

An incessant tapping grated on his ears. The Ascendant gritted his teeth.

With a low growl, he waved his unoccupied hand, parting the curtains. A large brown owl hovered outside their window, rapping its beak frantically against the glass.

“Who…?” his consort murmured from his embrace, raising her head to peer at the bird.

His fingers itched to just close the curtains again, but Stella was already gently extracting herself from his arms and swinging the window open. Astarion clenched his jaw, but forced his body to still. It was too late to stop her.

The owl’s feathers rippled and grew into flesh, Halsin now standing where had once been the large bird.

“Pardon the interruption,” the Archdruid rumbled, rolling his shoulders back.

“I sent a servant to tell you to leave, yet you trespass into my consort’s garden. I allow you to live slightly longer by ignoring you, and now you interrupt us. Tell me, exactly why should I not simply kill you where you stand?” Astarion hissed, a hand flying to Crimson Mischief on his side.

“I assure you, I would not have done so, had it not been urgent. I received word from Francesca of the High Forest that there has been a strange army of sorts marching towards Baldur’s Gate. More specifically, their leader seems to be a vampire by the name of Lady Incognita. I would have sent word by carrier pigeon, but I was unsure how far her influence extends. I feared the letter could have gotten compromised.” Halsin held up his arms in a placating gesture.

Another vampire coming towards his city? Preposterous. This “Lady Incognita” surely had a death wish. Astarion furrowed his brow. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but just where had he heard it before?

“Lady Incognita… Amanita Szarr?” Stella gasped, hands flying to her face.

“...Who?” Though the last name was all too familiar, Astarion struggled to recall an “Amanita”.

“The author of the letters in the attic of the Palace, all those years ago.” she wrung her hands, ruby eyes filled with fear.

Why was his treasure so afraid?

“I am the strongest vampire to ever walk this land. Let them come. They will meet their end,” he declared, arms spread wide.

He had spent so long carefully maneuvering politically. All of Baldur’s Gate danced like marionettes on his strings. Since he had married into the Silevren royal family, he even had his fingers in another kingdom’s politics as well. A bloody battle like this one was sure to be an exhilarating change of pace. Lady Incognita would be no match for his powers. He had spent the past three centuries exploring everything a Vampire Ascendant could do.

Halsin frowned, turning to the Ascendant’s consort instead. “I was concerned for your wellbeing, little bluejay. They will not spare anyone in the castle.”

“Halsin…please, don’t call me that.” Stella lowered her eyes, almost shrinking behind Astarion.

“My apologies. I do not mean to overstep. I simply wanted you to know that danger is coming.”

“Will you help us? Stand with us?” she reached out to the Archdruid, though Astarion grabbed her arm before she could touch Halsin’s.

She froze immediately. “S-Sorry, my lord.”

Something within his chest twisted. Why was there such a difference in how his consort treated them? Did he not shower her with affection? He knew she had once had a romantic connection with Halsin, even permitted it. But after his ascension, she had spent even more time with the other Druid than before. Despite that, after the Netherbrain’s defeat, barring the reunions and other special occasions that would cross their paths once more, his consort had not once left the castle to go visit, nor even requested to do so.

Astarion didn’t understand.

Pulling her into his arms protectively, he drawled at the other man, “Your warning has been heard. Now, leave us.”

Stella remained silent, staring down at the plush crimson carpet beneath her sapphire-encrusted slippers. His most recent present to her, aside from the flower garden outside.

Halsin sighed, running a hand through his brown locks, now speckled with gray. “Unfortunately, I cannot aid you in this upcoming battle. I…”

The Archdruid seemed to be at war with himself, yet ignored Astarion’s demand to leave.

“There is… a natural order that I am duty bound to protect. Lady Incognita seeks to re-establish this natural order. Thus, I cannot interfere. But alas, I could also not sit idly by without warning you of her incoming attack.”

Annoyance coursed through him, though he couldn’t quite fathom why. Nonetheless, he knew he wanted Halsin gone from his castle. “If you aren’t here to help, then leave,” Astarion snapped.

The Ascendant could sense his wife’s objection to his words through their bond, but still she said nothing.

Halsin nodded. “I will take my leave soon, but there is one more thing I wanted to tell you.”

The Wood Elf leveled a gaze at Stella.

“I had once told you that I wished for you to be able to spread your wings, if you so desired. It seems it is as I feared. He has caged you. The harmless game has become all too real.”

How dare he? In a flash, Astarion’s hand was wrapped around Halsin’s throat and slamming him against the wall. The surface cracked from the sheer force. He bared his fangs, fully ready to rip out the larger man’s throat.

“Starry, please!” Stella cried out, rushing towards them. Her cold, thin fingers gently curled around his arm.

“You dare barge into our home and then accuse me of mistreating my consort?!”

Crimson filled his vision, and he couldn’t hear anything over the cacophony of his thoughts shrieking out the deepest fears he’d always shoved away.

Halsin was trying to take away his treasure. His Stella. His consort.

He would not let that happen.

The roaring in his ears turned out to be his own shouts.

His eyesight cleared.

A mangled body lay still before him.

“N-No, Halsin…”

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I HAVE too many BG3 Teifling Tav/OC's

in order is Typher, Ammir, Amaryllis and Luther Luther is my OG tav and i love him very much and i've played like 200hrs and havent made it to act 3 :) I love all of them, and im going to hyper fixate on them.

[steampoweredstrawberry]

Hi, that's my Tav Amaryllis!

People always talk about the great compatibility Gale has with different kind of magic user tavs, but noone ever mentions the arcane trickster. A subclass that focuses heavily on illusion magic, and yet in a way that's very different to Gale's field of expertise. I just feel like there's so much untapped potential there.

To the Galemancers with rogue/arcane trickster tavs, feel free to reblog this with your tav!

[artsycrapfromsai]

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5]

Amaryllis is awkward and easily spooked but she is trying her best djfhdhfhg she's started to realize that Astarion is really cute and his expressions are very endearing and she enjoys when he does very silly and dorky things

Astarion is frustrated because HOW DARE she start actually liking him now after she avoided/accidentally rejected all his flirting attempts, and now she want to try something with him?!?!

But also he likes her and well maybe he can look past it this one time. Maybe.

Also he wants his validation ok. He's petty

(he knows from the previous comic that sex will scare her off so he's gotta try something different, which is new and kinda scary and honestly he doesn't really know what he's doing, but flirting? Flirting he can do. He can do that. And he wants to hear her say how much she likes him)

[libartz]

I think my tiefling should get to have hooves. As a treat.

[steampoweredstrawberry]

Was drawing Amaryllis and Gale stuff when I pulled back and had to ask myself "Baby, why are you looking like Lady Gaga".

[artsycrapfromsai]

More random details on Amaryllis as my Tav in BG3! This time dealing with the after story idea me n my friend had

🌸 Along the way during the adventure, Amaryllis would remember her previous life during her original campaign, and she'd tell the others about it

🌸 My end goal for the game is to get a good spawn ending with adventurer Astarion! Before the last patch and update, I had already decided that I wanted Amaryllis and Astarion to search for a cure for him while they continued adventuring

🌸 But at some point, Amaryllis dies, and Astarion goes to Withers to get her back. But Withers says he can't get her back, because she's not actually dead.

🌸 Amaryllis, on the mountain of her original campaign, wakes up for the first time in ??? Amount of time. She'd been in a isekai coma the whole time, and she remembers everything. But she doesn't know how to find Astarion again

🌸 Astarion remembered her talk of a magical mountain and a Contest of Champions from her previous life, and so he gathers everyone up to go and find it to hopefully find Amaryllis

🌸 they do end up finding this strange, disappearing mountain and, after some climbing, they find Amaryllis. Not as an elf, but as a Brightmaid, unicorn maiden

🌸 And thus, BG3 cast enters the campaign world where Amaryllis originated

🌸 Astarion also now gets to meet Amy's 5 other boyfriends and now has to accept that he's not the only love in her life (which he doesn't mind, except he does NOT like Percival)

And then idk shenanigans happen after that lol

[artsycrapfromsai]

I would like to say that I'm totally normal about Amaryllis and Astarion, but they're just so cute, and I can't get enough and I'm pretty much squeeeeeing every time. That little comic where she made an embroidery of his face was what pulled me in.

Aaaaaaa 🥺💕💕💕💕

I know i sound like a broken record, but hearing that always makes me so happy fjfjgd

Funny thing is, in the long run, I think that Amaryllis giving him the embroidered portrait is probably what immediately endeared her to him too fjfjhfhj Before that, while she was weird and... Strangely nice to him (which he just chalked up to her being a bleeding heart), she was still just something to use and manipulate for his safety

But the embroidery was completely unnecessary, no strings attached, no ultimatums, and clearly required hours of work, and probably prototypes. She didn't have to do that, just because he missed his reflection, but she did, because she thought he would like it. No one's ever just done something for him before, just because it might make him happy

And I think that's the point his inner conflict starts about what to do with her djgjgfjf

He's still trying to manipulate her, but he doesn't understand her- her actions confuse him

("She's willingly giving me blood because... She thinks its cruel to starve a vampire?"

"She's such a bleeding heart, almost disgustingly so, but she just casually says she dresses in red to hide blood stains after battle? How does that match up? Not that I mind such morbidity, but I just don't understand how that mind of her's works."

"I can't believe she would rather run and hide than discuss casual sex. Is she just a prude? But she doesn't mind nudity?? Either way, I can't just seduce her now, if I want to keep our good 'relationship' going... But how can I manipulate her if not with sex?")

Astarion wants to study her under a microscope bc, according to his personal experiences, she doesn't make any sort of sense to him and actively contradicts things he believed to be true gjhvjcc meanwhile Amaryllis is just existing and being herself

It's really confusing and frustrating for him, because he's genuinely starting to like her, and after her gift (probably the kindest thing he's ever received), he doesn't want to see her leave. but he has no experience with a real relationship and is relying on his 200 years of manipulation and betrayal to try and blindly find a way through to one

But if he uses what he knows, he might actually just scare her off instead, and that's the last thing he wants. So he doesn't really know what to do with her

Amaryllis has no idea about any other of this, and is getting confused and flustered by her own growing feelings akjdhfg she just enjoys talking and spending time with him, and she thinks he's dorky, and cute, and funny, and clever, and its fun to embroider with him

they're a pair of cute disasters

That's all why in the last comic, where she admits she likes him, he's startled but quickly goes back into flirty mode, bc that's natural for him and he's more confident with that sort of scenario (plus he really does enjoy getting compliments from her)

But if he asks her why she likes him and she answers honestly ("I think you are clever, and funny, and sweet, and I enjoy spending time with you") it would probably short circuit his brain right now, bc he's still got a lot of things to work through fjghjvcjv

As far as my canon goes, this is all still in act 1 bc we haven't moved from it yet in me n my friend's playthrough fifkhg

BUT YEAH AAAAAAA sorry i had to ramble dhdggdjf I'm so glad you enjoy their relationship & my art!!! Thank you so much!! 😭💕💕💕

[artsycrapfromsai]

I know in the context of your DnD campaign that Amaryllis has multiple partners, do you think the Baldur's Gate version will end up with multiple people or is it just Astarion that's her type?

Astarion is honestly the only one who's her type, tbh!! Its really kinda funny

Her type generally tends to be

🌸 Masc presenting

one of her boyfriends is a he/they transmasc nonbinary (Yulani), another is genderfluid (Eclipse), another is agender (Percy), and another doesn't really have an earthly concept of gender (Brargridoth). She does like women, but hasn't really met one she's connected with like that yet

🌸 Uses swords/knives

3 of her partners use swords, and another person she had a crush on also used a great sword

🌸 Emotionally kinda fucked up

Percy did not trust anyone and would regularly kill people for small slights, Yulani was so anxious he hid in an archive for 300 years to avoid talking to anyone, Chabat sucks at trying to talk to people and needs to be forced into admitting his feelings

Astarion honestly has a LOT of similarities with Percival, Amaryllis' main love interest, which is honestly how the Amaryllis/Astarion playthrough started lol

Some similarities:

Similar backstories (both were a "slave" for a portion of their lives, to their "parents/father" and both managed to escape)

Similar trauma (Percy didn't experience the same things as Astarion, but he grew up in a similar environment around the stuff that Astarion experienced)

Both dislike being touched without permission or consent

Both have complicated feelings towards sex and intimacy due to their experiences

Both have/had revenge as their main motivation in life

Both put on a front to hide their true feelings/personality

Both have no issue with killing (though Astarion actively enjoys it, Percival doesn't, but he views it as something that has to be done)

Both value their choice and independence greatly

Both have scars on their back

Both had no idea what romance or love was but are trying their best and want to make their relationship work

Etc

Tho Astarion and Percy have VERY different personalities and general characters, so it's not like they're carbon copies tbh. But the amount of similarities they have made it very easy to point to Astarion and say "That one, Amy would like that one"