#astarion's family

[alpaca-clouds]

Astarion Family Headcanons

Just wanted to share some of my headcanons on Astarion's family. No real basis in canon, other than: Well, they should be still alive, because they are elves.

His parents were mostly married for family politics reasons. His mother is a very demure woman, who will rarely speak up on things. Meanwhile his father is among those high elf supremacists (because let's face it: high elves are all in all pretty shitty). It was also his father who pushed Astarion to become a magistrate, for other political reasons. Because his father did like to play Baldur's Gate politics.

We do have a somewhat official age for Astarion by now, which implies that he was around 70 years old when he died - so in elven terms, he still was a minor. (Though given that the age came out fairly recently, in my fics I still go with the old stuff of him having been 39 when he died.)

He also had a little sister. Cass (Cassiopeia). But while Astarion was always very eager to please his father, she was not. She was the one rebelling.

When Astarion "died", it absolutely shook his family. His parents started arguing a lot more, because his mother was grieving for years. Something his father considered as "weakness".

Cass ended up leaving the family before she turned a hundred years old, and became a druid following Chauntea further up north.

Meanwhile Astarion's mother left Baldur's Gate about fifty years after Astarion's death, moving further down the Chionthar to a smaller village.

The father ended up leaving for Neverwinter in the end. (Which, yes, also means that my Tav has probably met the father - though he never made the connection.)

But yeah, the reason nobody took care of the grave was, that his family had left Baldur's Gate.

[lazylittledragon]

enrichment for the baby rogue

[assahashi]

:D

[lirotation]

Mortal Astarion X F! Human Tav. Ummm, angst.👀

For decades, this manor offered him a place to call home in the truest sense. 

The hallway was a sacred gallery, adorned with paintings that were not mere canvases, but tangible echoes of their life together. Each brushstroke, lovingly rendered by her hand, captured the essence of cherished memories.

Whenever he opened the door at the end of the hallway, he was greeted by the radiant smile of his beloved, and the hearth beckoned him to surrender to its comforting embrace. Yet, it was the vast window next to it that held the greatest significance. The tender caress of sunlight danced across his skin as he lost himself in the pages of a book beside her. It was here, bathed in the golden rays, that he could truly revel in the miracle she had bestowed upon him – the cure to his vampiric curse, a gift of life, a reminder of the depths of her love and the power it held to transcend even the most insurmountable of boundaries.

Here at home, he had found everything his heart desired.

But nothing is ever truly perfect. Life simply doesn't work that way.  Even the mightiest of fortresses cannot withstand the relentless march of time.

He thought he was ready for it, but not like this.

Never like this.

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The poem cited is "When You Are Old" BY W.B. Yeats. One of my favorites.❤️

Alright, thanks for reading the second installment of my "this did not really happen to my couple". After delving into the mortality of my Tav, Amaara, I found myself confronting a fear more profound than death itself – the fear of morbidity, of life's vibrancy fading before its inevitable end. So I decided to yank my CP around this theme. Self-indulgence at its finest.😊

[taygra5shaon]

he taste like shit. 🩸

Fix-it AU

one comment made me think what would happen if Astarion brought my Durge to Cazaldor before the main story.

[wellen-katze]

Gold, Blood and Darkness

[tadpole-apocalypse]

I sometimes think about Astarion having to escort Cazador as his pretty accessory anytime he left the estate.

🫠

[leilah-durge]

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[keylana-dragon]

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 - 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 - 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐂𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑫𝒆𝒏𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝐂𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐢𝐭, 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞.

[marksandrec]

Marks and Rec: Misc #2617

I'm waiting for the patch to download so here's some bloodweave flirting. (Dialogue from Modern Family.)

[box-dwelling]

Baldurs gate 3 is very funny in that it brings together a group of people who under most circumstances would consider themselves a found family but just so happens to have populated the group with soley people who would be vehemently against calling it that

[lazylittledragon]

Dadstarion has me in a chokehold and the way you draw him being so GENTLE with Kit is so precious, I would die to see the transition from his new parent terror to how comfortable he eventually gets with him :O

of course he got there eventually <333

[major-nasya]

Dream family ✨

I truly don’t know how I got this idea but here we are. They can be a good family ♡( ◡‿◡ )

Now I’m thinking… Anyone wants me to redraw some funny screenshots from spy x family as this bg3 trio?

[sacred-algae]

Astarion: Found family? Why, yes, I suppose we are.

Karlach: One hundred percent!

*The Office style camera zooms in on Shadowheart and Lae’zel tumbling on the ground in the distance, Wyll and Tav trying to stop them, Gale using the distraction to steal somebody’s boots, and Halsin oblivious to everything happening and just chilling under a tree with some baby ducks*

Astarion, not even turning around: We even bicker like a family!

Karlach: What— *turns around* GUYS NO—

*Camera zoom on Astarion’s face while Karlach runs to physically pry Shadowheart and Lae’zel apart*

Astarion: Good times, good times.

[dailyastarionpics]

On your knees, darling.

[thirddoctor]

For so long, I only felt what she wanted me to. Now I have to do it for myself, and I feel like I'm drowning.