#bg3 oc headcanon

[mephestopheles]

I really need to get a good screenshot of my new bg3 character, I love her so much. Patch 7 so far is excellent and this is the first time I've been playing with mods enabled. On Steam deck! It works like a charm. I got some of the new faces and new hair, and entirely cheated with the feats every level because yes please, I want feats and I want this to get as close to what LVL 20 might be like.

But Fern (enby she/they) , oh gods she's so cute.

Mephistopheles Tiefling (of course), with the noble background, and a draconic bloodline sorcerer. I chose blue dragon because I liked the way the scales showed off against her skin and her tattoos.

I've got like five or six different bg3 characters, but none I've really thought about their history before the game. Fern however, she's the child of a minor lord from Baldur's Gate, both her parents are sorcerers, but from different bloodlines, father is the draconic bloodline, mother is a storms sorcerer, and a good one. Father claims their draconic bloodline is that of brass to distance themselves from the chromatic dragons and it is more befitting to be from one of the metallic lines.

Thing is, her father's family has the title, but wasn't very good with money, her mother's family, while ennobled with a small title of their own, came up through the merchant ranks and Fern's maternal grandfather owns a large shipping company. Her mother was born at sea during a hurricane, a good omen for the family, and when she took a land born for a husband it was seen as a loss to the business.

They tried for years to have children, but the bloodlines didn't cross well, at least until Fern, so they were very small but were very happy in this early days. Unfortunately, Fern's father was just as terrible with money as his uncles and ended up owing a lot to some very shady people. He sought his way out of it and made a pact with Mephistopheles, thinking he could buy his way out of it in time. But that never happened, and the due date came and went and nothing went wrong, so he put it behind him and forgot about it.

Until Fern turned 17 and was about to enter Baldurian society and tragedy struck. First with an unknown illness, a fever that wouldn't go away, followed by chills so cold that they couldn't get warm. Clerics and other healers were called but nothing seemed to work, Fern would be fine for a few days, then sick, then fine again without rhyme or reason. Her skin took a deathly pallor, no amount of sun could return colour to their cheeks. You could see the veins tracing just under the skin.

Of course rumours spread, they never should have combined the lines, sickly children the lot of them, and now their only child and heir was dying, and if the rumours were true, possibly a vampire.

On the eve of Fern's 18th year, dressed in the gown commissioned for her presentation to society, Fern let out a scream as her skull cracked and the skin just under their hairline split, two wickedly sharp horns grew, the pallor of their skin shifted from sickly white to grey, to blue to purple, and fine blue scales dusted along her arms.

Fern could not see her face for all the blood, and lightning sparked from point to point of their horns. The nursemaid and their handmaiden had run off, leaving them alone in agony, writhing on the floor in front of the mirror, watching in cascading horror as the tiny human girl changed, even her hair went from blonde like her mother's, to blue like the rest of them.

The visage in the mirror changed, and a figure stepped from the mirror and picked them up and wiped the blood from their face.

Fern doesn't know what happened next, only that much later, they awoke in a bed on a ship, her mother at her side as they sailed to the islands where her mother's family lived. Her father was gone, and the strange man from the mirror was nowhere to be found, but she still remembers the gentle touch of his fingers on her brow, and the relief that followed as the pain eased.

It's been four years since that night, they were on their way back to Baldur's Gate to find out what happened that night and finally put it to rest. Unfortunately, an illithid had other plans, and now they have a tadpole in their brain.

[riddlerosehearts]

i really need everyone but especially anyone who romanced gale with a bard tav to know about this interaction from early access that larian took from us

[jmliebert]

☆ astarion x shy!virgin ☆

oh, this one I adore...

think of Astarion at the beginning of your journey. he's restless, looking for someone he could effortlessly manipulate—someone who could be of use to him

some silly little creature like yourself, delightfully naive, shy, with cheeks that turn crimson every time he says something even slightly wicked

one of the first nights, Astarion was feeling so weak and sooo thirsty...he simply had to taste you. he needed to sink his fangs into your lovely skin, but you caught him and his body froze for a second shit

yet, instead of killing him (or at least trying to), you gave him a hesitant permission to drink from you. as he knelt before you, sinking his fangs into your delicious neck, he realised for a sweet, little moment that you were perfect—so good for him, your body beneath his, at his utter mercy

it did things to him, things he didn't yet understand

from that moment, Astarion's gaze was firmly fixed on you. he began to test the waters, offering playful flirtations, and your responses were utterly endearing...you were shy, deliciously shy, but it was clear you wanted him. everyone desired him, naturally, and you were no exception

or maybe you were?

as the two of you conversed more and more, he found himself increasingly drawn to you, though he wouldn’t admit it, not even to himself. he took pleasure in how effortlessly he could provoke you, especially when your eyes darted away under the intensity of his lustful gaze

it was clear you hadn't had much experience, so he took his time with you, careful not to scare you, as he needed to keep you close

or at least, that’s what he kept telling himself—an excuse, really. the truth was he truly enjoyed the slowness of it all

he gave you small but very deliberate touches, soft smiles, sweet words. oh god, he was really good with his words

Astarion felt a thrill when you were dancing around each other like this, clearly desiring one another, yet hesitating to act on those desires

it felt incredibly liberating to take his time with you, moving slowly. it felt so different from the hellish existence he once knew, of fucking senselessly

one night, when you were particularly lovely, nestled in his arms and slightly tipsy from wine, you told him you were a virgin

"a virgin, you say?"

well, as it was said before, it wasn't hard to tell you lacked experience, but Astarion surely didn't expect you to have none at all

if he didn’t already have such a strong feelings for you, he might have laughed. instead, he found your innocence endearing and oddly hot?

questions filled his mind: how did you manage it, why had you remained untouched, what was it like? and pondering these questions like that made him unexpectedly melancholic

mindfull even

so his touches were gentle, his kisses soft and reassuring. you were holding your hands a lot—an experience as new for you as it was for him

truthfully, it seemed that you both were discovering your sexuality together for the first time

Astarion would find his feelings for you deepening, and though it was complicated, and fucking scary, he couldn’t imagine being without you, although it might seem somewhat pathetic it was the truth

and he wanted to keep you safe, as you kept him

when the moment felt right—ideally after Cazador—his longing for you would be undeniable, and his neediness would be more apparent than ever

he would press his lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss...then moving to your neck...then down to your collarbone, exploring every inch of your lovely skin

Astarion would took his time, making sure you felt every sensation, every touch, every kiss, every hooded look

he genuinely wanted to make this feel just... right, for both of you

his fingers would work wonders, his voice husky with desire

"so perfect. do you feel good, darling? tell me, does this feel good?"

he was very attentive to communication, eager to hear that you were enjoying every moment

his fingers would found your core, sliding in and out with a rhythm that made you go completely feral

after, what felt like a lifetime, he would slowly push the tip of his cock into your wet insides, stretching you gently

"Gods, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice thick with lust

and then more of the same questions would occur; "do you like this? does it feel good?"

and then; "you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?

oh my

his hips would move with a skilful rhythm, each thrust precise and perfectly timed. and as you reached the peak of your pleasure, he would bite your neck so beautifully displayed by you, his fangs sinking into your willing body

Astarion had fantasised about this moment for so long you see—being inside you while drinking your warm, delicious blood. it was undeniably erotic and felt indescribably amazing

after a few more of his tender thrusts, accompanied by sweet words and eager hands, your climax would overwhelm you, making you see star

as you clenched so deliciously around him, he felt an overwhelming urge to quicken his movements. he yearned to thrust harder, but he held back, mindful of it being your first time

yet! as you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer and encouraging him to move harder, he found it impossible to resist. your touch spurred him on, making him lose himself a little in the overwhelming pleasure and that's exactly what you wanted

his rapid thrusts, the feel of your warm blood flowing in his body and your tight wetness around him made his own release inevitable

he came with a deep groan, his eyes shut tight, his cock throbbing inside you

it felt so good he was literally trembling

despite his attempts to hide it, he was clearly touched by its intensity of it all. he held you tightly, wrapping you in an affectionate and soothing hug and for once he didn't utter a single word, there were no need to

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you can find more of my works about astarion ♡here♡

also! my halsin x shy!virgin headcanons are right here...

[oh-yeah-i-exist]

Attending Grand Duke Wyll Ravengard's Inauguration Gala (Part 1 here)

[destructive-poet]

astarion who sneakily mends tav’s clothes every few weeks

astarion who embroiders flowers onto the pillow cases

astarion who is very specific about vases and arranging a new bouquet every week

domestic astarion. quiet astarion.

[justporo]

Imagine Astarion kissing you once he's fully realised how badly in love he is with you - and how he embraces it.

His red eyes are half-lidded, a slow breath leaves his slightly parted lips as his gaze drops to your lips. He lifts his hand to cup your face so gently although you know he wants nothing more than to pull you towards him, caress you, smother you with love, praise you with everything he has.

Cool, smooth fingertips softly enter your hair and he runs his thumb over your temple once - firmly, but soothingly - while he hovers few inches from your face.

You cup his hand that holds you and pulls you in closer with your own to meet his slightly open lips. He's so gentle. So gentle and yet there is no doubt in either your or his mind. This is everything to you.

But he needs you, needs more. You're always willing to offer him everything.

And so his lips press yours open further - pointedly but so much tenderness - with a deep sigh that's quickly passing from his throat over to your lips. And he takes your mouth as you lean into his irresistible touch.

He's drinking you all up, just like he does with the blood he needs. He needs you just as much. And it's making you just as hazy as he sates his desires and fulfills yours in turn.

A kiss like this can lead anywhere: from a genuine deep smile filled with love and openness and a murmured heartfelt confession - to sweat dripping down both your bodies and bunched up sheets in your joint bedroom while the same confessions are cried out towards the night sky and the gods.

You like to let him choose what he prefers.

[araneapeixes]

rare bg3 Tav moment coming from me to you with a doodle assortment. with a goth gf cameo of course

[durge-marzio]

Headcanons: Baby Tiefling

My headcanons on tiefling development/anatomy, specifically infant tiefling, because the idea of tiny, kitten-like tieflings was too adorable to resist!

I had to reference so many sphinx kittens. Wrinkly, squishy babies <3

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Horn Buds Horn tissue starts growing from birth, but bone doesn't start to develop until 2-3 months

Loose Skin As babies, tiefling have prominent scruff until right (around) 3 years of age. Depending on the variant of tiefling, some parts of the skin might still remain loose to help the body remain flexible while running and jumping. (Other spines, spikes, and ridges will start to show as the body fills into its loose skin.)

Tail Variety The development and grwoth of a tiefling's tail depends vastly on the individual it belongs to! Spikes, spines, and other bone growth might grow at the same rate as their horns, but some don't develop until puberty (and some don't grow anything more than the initial tail bone at birth).

OTHER - Ears remain soft & folded until about 2-3 months as well (ref horn buds) - Eyes will remain closed 1-2 weeks after birth - Tiny claws develop at birth, but they remain soft for the first few weeks - Infant tiefling might also be referred to as tiefling cubs or kittens! - That's (the drawing) baby Marzio!

[meldingintheunderdark]

Halsin being so aroused he transforms spontaneously into a cave bear is very sweet. His shame and annoyance because of his lack of control... I like to think his wildshape is his oldest coping mechanism.

We know the Silverboughs are all dead because of a combination of illness and misfortune, therefore Halsin faced death and grief early in life. I wonder if his wildshape helped him to grieve his family after he joined the druids. Even as a cub/young male, he was already stronger and bigger than his wood elf self. Fur and fat, claws and fangs, he was at long last able to defend himself, even against the hardships of life. He discovered a way to deal with his feelings thanks to the most primal side of his personality. Maybe it helped to make things simpler. His feelings seemed less daunting. Some animals grieve too. Perhaps living among beasts as a bear allowed him to experience tragic deaths all over again, the harshness and unpredictability of nature as well as its beauty, until he could grieve and find joy once more.

In other words, his wildshape was often used to process intense emotions, hence its overwhelming presence when he’s enraged... or extremely close to the elven equivalent of a rut. Despite the passing years, the habit stayed as an adult. Halsin also mentions hibernating. Perhaps these periods were somewhat akin to “depression naps”, but excessively longer. After all he was the sole surviving Silverbough and one of the rare survivors of the shadow curse.

That’s why the scene is endearing. Such an ancient, childish habit Halsin was utterly unable or unwilling to ditch. His oldest coping mechanism exposed out of the blue to his first lover in a long while. So embarrassing. When the PC accepts and even desires his wildshape, it shouldn’t be reduced to a comical moment. Yes, the traumatized squirrel is funny, fucking a wildshape is a risqué kink, but come on. His lover wants him as he is, imperfections and all, from the wounded kid to the wounded adult. The PC embraces Halsin whole, unconditionally.

Sszazar won't understand how essential this wildshape is to Halsin at first, no time to muse over this when he's going to get railed by his cave bear of a lover, however he will sense it isn't merely about arousal. It's the uncontrollable and purest expression of Halsin's vulnerability.

[astarioffsimpmain]

Astarion Headcanons

Because Astarion consumes nearly every braincell I own, here's some headcanons on how Stari finds comfort in your boobs. 

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Warnings: Nudity; mentions of trauma; nightmares; unintentional puncture wounds

He loves to use them as his pillows; your bedroll is never your own again after Astarion discovers that you don't mind welcoming him in during the night when he's feeling exceptionally lonely and vulnerable. Not that you mind, what with how he nuzzles his face between your breasts, breathing in your familiar scent and wrapping his arms tightly around your middle. You melt a little inside when the vampire spawn fully relaxes into you after a few deep breaths, and you start running your fingers through his silver curls, always surprised at how downy they are, despite how much they'd been through. A contented shudder goes through his body and he sighs into your skin, his breath the only thing that runs hot about him, sending a shiver through you as well. You can't help but let the corners of your mouth curl upwards and your eyes fall closed at the sensations encircling you. Being entangled in him is just as comforting to you as it is to him, and you know that if you didn't have to arise the next morning in order to continue your journey, you'd be fully satisfied with not knowing where you ended and he began for as long as he allowed. 

He uses them as stress balls (and you cannot convince me otherwise); you've awoken in the middle of the night with a yelp of pain in your chest. There's several seconds of panic before you realize that the source of the pain is Astarion's sharp fingernails digging into your ample breast. He's still asleep, but he's writhing, his brow furrowed and eyes clamped shut. 'Nightmare,' you think to yourself as you gently try to pry his five tiny daggers from your flesh. But he must have felt safety slipping away in his sleep, for his grip only tightened and you had to bite the inside of your mouth as his nails punctured your skin and tiny streams of blood appeared around your areola. "Stari," you mutter, your fingers finding his hair and massaging his scalp gently as you crane your neck down to kiss his damp forehead. The pain is bringing tears to your eyes, but you know trying to toss him off is no good: his grip is like iron on you. So you shush him quietly and tenderly run your warm palms along every bit of skin you can reach, trying to soothe his subconscious horrors from your helpless place beside him. Eventually his hold on you went slack, and you were able to pull his nails from your skin, shuddering in pain as each jagged edge flayed your skin on its way out. 'We're going to have to discuss nail trimmers' you thought humorlessly as you wiped the blood away with your tunic that lay close by. "Mmm, love?" His sleepy voice froze you in your movements, head turning to find him blinking slowly, prying his eyelids open as he returned to consciousness. He reaches for you, hardly even awake enough to know where he is, but still the first thing he wants is you. You can't deny him, so you reach back for him, pulling his face to your bosom and planting kisses in his curls. But he stiffens, and you cringe, realizing that he must have smelled your blood. "Darling, did I-?" He whispers, ghosting his thumb over the clotting nail marks. "You were having a nightmare, my love." You murmur between kisses to the crown of his head, the tips of his ears, his forehead, nose, and cheeks. He tries to pull away, ashamed of hurting you, but you hold him fast, your arms circling his shaking shoulders as you pull him back to you. "I knew what I was signing up for, my darling." You thumb the skin of his shoulders where you hold him and he releases a soft sob into the valley of your breasts. "I hurt you. The one person who's never hurt me." He wails. "My dear heart, I will suffer that and much more to see you smile again. You will never suffer alone again." Gently, you tilt his chin up and wipe the tear streaks from his beautiful face. "I love you," You whisper to him. "I love all of you." Another whimper left his lips and he nodded, burying his head in the crook of your neck and wrapping his arms around you. 'One day,' you thought. 'One day he won't have to hurt like this anymore, and I'll be there to see him smile again.'

Fin

[acryssei]

day 1: falling asleep in unusual places

hc scenario is that he got too frustrated with whatever he's working on, turned into a bat to throw a tantrum, got tired, and then fell asleep from exhaustion.

x // clean versions below

[kawareo]

Thinking about baby Enver, and my personal headcanon is that he was a difficult baby. Loud. Screaming, all day and night (selfish creature, spiteful little demon). Difficult birth that might've left Sally unable to have more kids (he always did pull a ladder up behind him, rotten boy). Biting when she tried to feed him, which lead to her not wanting do to it, which lead to him being even rougher when she gave up and fed him to silence his constant screaming because the neighbours started complaining.

Just... Normal, totally possible difficulties that a baby might have, especially in a harsh environment, but I know from experience that sometimes parents just straight up blame the kid for it, as if it's doing it intentionally. I'm a big fan of Gortash just being handed the worst hand in life so I could totally see it starting before he was even born, a difficult pregnancy and a difficult birth and a difficult baby - killing any tiny chance that he might've had with his parents to love him, and them still holding the grudge about it

Also thinking about the start of the book Perfume in which a woman tries to get rid of her newborn but he screams so loud people show up and stop her. Idk. Made me think of him.

Under cut cause its for My durge specifically but anyway

And on the other hand! Durge, who was 'born' without a pregnancy or parents, just a baby covered in blood and silent. Normal babies cry. Durge stared. Really easygoing baby, too, once placed with mortal parents.

My point is Enver being born screaming and flailing and with noone who'd love him and then dying the same way (not counting the Brain killing him because that ending is fucking bullshit) and Durge coming to this world bloodied and silent and completely alone and leaving it the same way (if he fullfills daddy's purpose).

[lynnlovesthestars]

Lesson one

Pairing: Astarion x GN!reader. Genre: fluff. Warning: Mention of Cazador- and that itself it's a warning. Insecurities. Synopsis: Astarion needs a reminder that you don't want anything back. WC: 1.2k AN: You can thank my delulu brain at night for this one, i simply dreamt of it a few weeks ago, n just found the guts to post it. Taglist: @sessils @spacebarbarianweird / Masterpost / Kofi / Patreon

His lips lingered on your neck, hovering over the punctures as his hands still cradled you to him.

He let out a pleased hum before he kissed the mark, quickly stealing the stray droplets of blood with his lips.

You noticed right away how his body stiffened once he had laid you down. His hand cupped your cheek as you were quickly pulled to his lips. Despite his clear discomfort he pushed himself on top of you, his hips pressing against yours as you gently pushed him away.

“Astarion, stop” You murmured as he stared at you, his eyes full of confusion and something you couldn't quite grasp, but lacking the usual light they kept. His hands were holding the hem of his blouse, ready to be tossed away. He was doing it again.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked with furrowed brows, as he let go of the cloth.

“Yes, what are you doing?” You asked softly as you sat up, gently moving him with you until he was on his knees next to you.

“I'm clearly repaying you for your kindness” He smiled coy as he crawled few steps closer, one of his fangs peaking our from his lips while his dark eyes tried so hard to paint a different picture from his body. The confidence of his movements was shadowed by the uncertainty pooled in the crimson of his eyes.

You placed a hand on his cheek, softly grazing over his peachy skin. “Astarion, this is not a transaction” You shook your head as you admonished him kindly, your hand lingering on his cheek, focusing on the tense lines of his face, that begged to be eased.

“What do you mean?” He asked, confusion written all over his face, either for your physical response or your logic. Regardless it was foreign to him, everything was a give and take and he had just been given sustenance, it was logical he had to repay you.

“You don't need to repay me for anything” You leaned forward, kissing his cheek. “I'm doing it because I want to do it” You explained, not missing on his confusion.

He hesitated, it was too good to be true. There was something he HAD to give back, either with his blood or his body. Cazador had demanded always something. “I don't believe you, everyone always wants something back.” He crosses his arms and sat back. “No one is kind for free” In a way his harshness was like a slap to you, implying you wanted something back was by far unlike you, but then you remembered. You remembered what it when through and you understood if only briefly and theoretically.

“I never wanted anything back, Astarion.” You explained as he evaluated your words, you just gave him time to let them sink in, all the times he had bedded you, they were not because he had to do it, or because you expected him to fuck you as a payment, but because you wanted to.

“So what am I supposed to do, just get up and leave?” He raised an eyebrow skeptic, despite understanding he still was not completely sold on the idea of taking without giving up something.

“If that's what you want yes” It was astonishing to him how you didn’t hesitate, as if this was the norm, even though Astarion knew. He knew how the world spun and if there was something about it that he grasped effortlessly, was that nothing was free and no one was so selfless. Yet he wanted to believe you, even if just for a second.

“I-” He hesitated. He swore that if he still was alive, his chest would be thumping like crazy in that moment. “Want to give you something back” He lowered his eyes with a sigh. “I don't have much to offer besides sex though” He explained, a wave of nausea hitting him harshly. The mere thought was gagging him as he couldn't help but revive one of the countless nights he was forced to bed someone to survive. How he was devaluated to a simple piece of meat, and yet you saw him as much more than just his cock.

“One: you are much more than sex” You raised one finger up, admonishingly. “Two: if you truly want to do something, then come and lay next to me” Your voice softened, just like your body as you offered a soft smile and patted the softness of your bedroll eagerly.

“What?” It was Astarion only reply.

“Come and lay with me, here, under the duvet, in my arms” You spelled out almost purring like a cat at the idea of cuddles. True that Astarion had cold skin, but it wasn't any less enjoyable, and that seemed like enough of a repayment for you.

“You are kidding right? You want to cuddle” He chuckled holding his stomach, half in disbelief as the previous uncertainty dissolved to give space at the new emotion.

“Yes” You nodded. “I want to hold you and care for you” You scooted to the side and opened your arms for him.

“How's that my way of reciprocating the favour?” He raised an eyebrow, how could something so mere even compare to giving up your blood to feed a vampire.

“You are allowing me to love you” You said simply, urging him to join you with a hand gesture.

“Love?” He asked taken aback.

“The point is” You ignored his question casually. “I’m not giving you blood for sex, I'm doing it cause I know you need it” You gestured for him to come closer again. “and I don't want anything back” You closed your eyes and breathed out. “as a matter of fact, if you don't wanna cuddle you just have to say it and you can leave”

“No, no” He sat up, rejecting the idea of leaving, deep down he enjoyed your company even though most of the times it seemed as if he had to put a mask on, but you knew why it was like that, didn’t you? “Don't get me wrong, I'm confused, but I don't even know how to do it.. what it feels like” He admitted as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Then come here”. You simply said as you lifted the blanket to your legs and invited him in the warmth. “And let me show you, small spoon or big spoon?” You asked casually as he climbed next to you, unsure how to position himself as you draped him with the blanket as well.

“Why does it even matter? I usually prefer using a bigger spoon if I have to pick, though I’m a vampire, why would it matter how I eat soup?” He rolled his eyes as he tried his best to ignore the blush that surfaced on his cheeks once you wrapped your arms around him and dragged him to lay. You couldn’t help the giggle at his sudden naivety as you guided his head on your chest as if to invite him to wrap closer with you.

“This is..” Astarion thought for a moment as he allowed you to handle him while your warmth enveloped him. ‘..nice” He hums as he snuggled closer and closed his eyes.

“I’m glad” You murmured before placing a kiss to his temple and tangling your legs together, he didn’t resist to it, he simply molded with you as you rested together.

The weight of the day slowly sunk on the two of you, and lulled by the cicadas, you were asleep before you could say anything else.

[jmliebert]

♡ little things that would make astarion fall harder for you♡

how you described his looks in great detail once you learned he couldn't see his own reflection (and while doing so, you never once sexualised him)

how you don't press when he doesn't want to talk

how your touch is warm and gentle against his marble skin

how you laugh at the silliest things sometimes

how you give him little looks when you think he isn’t watching

how you tilt your neck toward him playfully

how you ask him how the sun feels on his skin

how you crack vampire jokes

how you cherish the small things in life

how you gleefully ask him to dance with you (and how happy you look when he reluctantly agrees)

how you wink at him from time to time

how you bought him nail file when he lost his

how he realised with you, that kiss can just me a kiss; nothing more, nothing less

how you laugh at his briefs (or more importantly, the message he engraved there)

how he catches the way you gaze at the horizon with a longing for what was or what might have been, when you think no one can see you (he sees though, and understands more than he would care to admit)

how you tug your hair behind your ear (he finds it endearing)

how you have special smile that you reserve just for him and him only

how you give him matching magic rings

how you pause for a moment, allowing him to enjoy the sunset in peaceful silence

how you make it a point to greet him warmly each morning at the camp

how you screeched your nose while tasting particularly awful wine

how you stand up for him, while others are suspicious and wary of who he is

how your hand finds its way into his without you even noticing

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you can find more of my works about astarion ♡here♡

and (!) again, thank for the request <3

[steelsartcorner]

BG3 Comic: Thay's Temptation

Be forewarned: mild horror images (such as would be associated with the Creepy Book, Thay's Necromancy: skulls, creepy teeth, that kind of thing), Cazador mention, mild spoilers for the Act 1 Thay's Necromancy Questline

Click "read more" to see the full comic.

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I wondered what kind of images passed through his mind when opening that creepy-ass book with all the spirits trying to drive you mad and telling you to kill the only decent people in your life.

[avenananana]

Fin!

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