#bg3 astarion

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

Astarion being absolutely shameless about how much he enjoys feeding from his partner. Shoving his face into their neck and chest and sniffing them deeply. Maybe licking their skin for a while before sinking his fangs into their flesh. And once the taste of their blood hits his tongue he's making the most inhuman noises. A mix between a growl and a moan escapes his throat as he cradles his lover and rubs his thumb against their cheek. He's feral about them and I refuse to believe he would be perfectly composed while feeding.

[lalectricedumonde]

"They're masters at their respective fields, but at least one of them thinks the other is wayyy out of their league and *neither* realizes they have a competency kink until it's wayyy too late"

I am a WHORE for “the love is requited, they’re both just idiots”

[aristenfromwarsaw]

⭐ My little star ⭐

[vetochkarowan]

modernbat: gravity

[cheekylittlepupp]

[whiskeyskin]

Do you think he tailored it himself to show off his scar? I'd like the headcanon he did ☺️

Little Star ๋࣭ ⭑

[nenalunes]

The first illustration for a series of postcards

[honey-tongued-devil]

Baldur's Gate stickers

Small break from Arcane to let you know I made some new stickers for Baldur's Gate 3! The colored background is just for posting; the sticker itself is the PNG of the little guy! You can find them here!

[kalaidekalou]

WIP of a Secret Santa accompanying art piece for the Brainrot server. I’ll reveal the final version with the gifted fic after the holidays!

[scrumptious-finicky-illusion]

"It's called a crop top, darling. Do keep up."

I saw this screenshot of Astarion that reminded me so viscerally of how you draw him that I had to show you immediately. Sorry.

Putting this one in my reference folder, have this doodle as thanks LOL

[jmliebert]

Astarion Comforting You When You’re Sad

Astarion notices immediately when something is off. he’s usually the distant type, but with you, it’s different. seeing you upset is somehow unbearable

he approaches with a mix of impatience and concern, furrowing his brows as he says, “heavens, can you finally tell me what’s going on? or must I truly lose my mind trying to guess?”

doesn’t back down until you open up. for all his teasing, he won’t leave your side until you tell him what’s troubling you—even a little

if you try to brush off your feelings, he chides you: “darling, you’re awful at hiding things from me. don’t even try.” and it almost sound like a threat

but in reality he's just genuinely worried, and doesn't know how to cope with it

when you finally let it out, what starts with his characteristic intensity melts into something tender. his gaze shifts from piercing to understanding, something dangerously vulnerable flickering in his eyes as he listens

he’s uncharacteristically gentle. he holds you as you cry, his hand tracing soothing circles on your back. there’s no sarcasm, no biting humor- he's just being there for you

he could make a quip, sure. but he stops himself. he wants to be the person he once wished for during his times under cazador’s iron grip

so Astarion speaks softly, his words brimming with wisdom and the weight of centuries of experience. in those moments, you see just how old he truly is and how much he’s been through

if words aren’t what you need, he offers silence instead. he sits with you, holding your hand, as if to remind you that you’ll never be alone—not like he was, not ever

his touch is feather-light as he brushes away your tears, his thumb gliding gently across your cheeks. he caresses your hair, his other hand grazing your swollen lips as if lost in thought

and then comes that smile—the rare, quiet one he saves only for you, it hold a silent promise you see...

he draws a hot bath for the two of you, insisting it will help. with your head resting on his chest, you feel his arms around you, holding you close and your body unbend slowly

the water is warm, your pulse thrumming softly beneath your skin, and the scent of your blood is impossibly tempting. hunger gnaws at him, sharp and insistent, but he doesn’t say a word. wouldn’t dream of it—not when you’re like this

at night, he watches over you, cradling you softly and wishing you would never be sad like this ever again. if it were possible he would take all this pain of yours and bear it himself

because he loves you so much

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

hello dove, you can find more of my works about astarion ♡here♡

[swordsbardkat]

Hungry for the slaughter

[wicked-well]

Winter ❄️

[incorrect-baldurs-gate-3]

I gave her a better face because I liked the eyes better

LOOK HOW PRETTY THEY ARRREEE!!!!!!

Hungry little bat pup with ear wiggles

[vetochkarowan]

modernbat: transformation