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dailyastarionpics · 1 year ago
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shandoratheexplorer · 9 days ago
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"Always, always you save me."
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Art made by @acutecastle (thank you so, so much for this!!! I LOVE IT!)
As the others gather at the docks, their eyes turn skyward. The nautiloids above them, once terrible in their dominion, now spiral out of control, their monstrous forms colliding with the towers of Baldur’s Gate. A deafening cacophony of destruction fills the air as they plummet, their impact sending shockwaves through the city. Some disappear into the Chionthar below, the river swallowing their ruin whole. Astarion barely notices. "I—It’s gone...", he gasps, his voice wavering with disbelief. "The tadpole... I can’t feel it anymore." The words tremble on his lips as his mind races to process what it means. A slow smile spreads across his face, something fragile, something real—until his gaze finds Octavian. Octavian, who is already moving toward him, worry etched into every sharp line of his expression. The Paladin’s mismatched eyes search his face with an urgency that tightens Astarion’s throat. The vampire knows what’s coming next. He knows, and yet— Just one more time. Just a few more seconds. His chin tilts skyward, and he lets the evening sun caress his face. The glow of it, the gentle warmth against his skin, the way it bathes the world in gold—gods, how he will miss this. How he will long for it. He drinks it in, clings to the sensation as if he can will himself to withstand it. But the sun is a cruel lover. The warmth sours into fire, licking at his skin, searing through his flesh. He stumbles, the pain blooming across his body, but he refuses to move. "Astarion!" Octavian’s voice cuts through the agony, hands gripping his shoulders. "You have to get out of the sun!" But he can’t. Not yet. Because even as the fire tears at him, as his body weakens under the onslaught, he grieves. He grieves the one thing he loved most about this entire accursed tadpole business— Apart from finding his soulmate. His legs give out beneath him. He collapses, knees hitting the dock with a thud, the sun scorching his skin like a brand. He braces for the agony, for the light to consume him— And then, shadows envelop him. A rustle of feathers, the soft snap of wind against wings, and suddenly, the fire is gone. Astarion gasps as cool darkness swallows him whole, shielding him, saving him. The agony recedes, leaving behind only trembling exhaustion. Slowly, he lifts his head. Octavian’s wings stretch above them, crimson like the deepest velvet, silver filaments catching the dying light. Astarion’s breath stutters. Crimson meets pearl grey and sapphire blue. "Octavian..." His name is not just a name. It is a lifeline. A prayer. A love story written in blood and battle and a future that should have never been his to dream of. Astarion chuckles weakly, his voice fraying at the edges. "Always, always you save me." Octavian smiles down at him, something impossibly soft in his gaze. "If shelter is what you need, then shelter is what I will give you. Always, Starlight. Always." Astarion no longer has the strength to hesitate. He throws himself into Octavian’s arms, allowing the Paladin to gather him close, to wrap him in the warmth and safety of his wings, to become his shield against a world that has never been kind to creatures like him. His face presses into the cool metal of Octavian’s armor, and he exhales shakily, a whisper slipping from his lips like a sacred confession. "I love you." Octavian’s arms tighten around him, his voice steady, unshakable. "I love you too." And just like that, Astarion is home.
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naniksstuff · 1 year ago
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Love his grandiloquent rant with an overdramatic deliver. The pure mockery in “VAMPIRIC MASTAAH!” phrase… Wow. Listening him in this game is nothing but an absolute joy. ❤️
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shandoratheexplorer · 2 months ago
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oh dear heavens that made me giggle
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Uh, he'd take it pretty well I think.
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surprisesausages · 11 months ago
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Baby needs healing (💀)
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vamplire · 2 months ago
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love when vampires have their "off-limits human" all while they are cruel & conniving & instinctually prey on the rest of the population. but them? oh, no, they could never see that side of the creature they have grown to love. with them they are gentleness incarnate fighting their nature every moment they lay in their arms.
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dailyastarionpics · 1 year ago
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shandoratheexplorer · 1 month ago
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I NEEDED SOMEONE TO DRAW THIS AND NOW SOMEONE DID!
AHHH THANK YOU!!!
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astarion in his nightgown going to the bathroom in the middle of the night....
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shandoratheexplorer · 7 days ago
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How to hug your Paladin
I felt like angst today...
So Octavian did something stupid...
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Astarion inhales deeply, steadying himself before turning away. He presses the door shut with a finality that echoes in the empty hall, then ascends the grand staircase leading to his and Tav’s bedroom. His mind is already drifting toward the comfort of his lover, anticipating the moment he steps into the dim-lit sanctuary where Octavian waits. But as he nears the door, a metallic tang clings to the air, sharp and overwhelming. The acrid scent of blood slams into his senses. His stomach drops. "Shit", he growls, instincts surging as he throws himself forward, calling for Aodhán in the same breath. He doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t think. He sprints. How had he not sensed it? How had the soulmate bond not warned him of the abyss Tav was slipping into? How had he not known what his lover was about to do? But the answer is already clear in his mind, dread crawling down his spine like a living thing. Because with this much blood… he knows exactly what Octavian has done. He crashes through the double doors and the scene before him confirms his worst fears. Octavian stands in the middle of the room, his bloodied greatsword hanging limply from his grip. His wings—his magnificent, terrible wings—lie at his feet in a ruinous heap of severed flesh and shredded feathers, a grotesque offering to the cold floorboards. Blood pools in thick, gleaming rivers, soaking into the plush rug beneath him. The raw, gaping wounds on his back weep scarlet, twin rivers of agony spilling down his spine. And Octavian? He just stares at them—his own butchered wings—as though they are the root of all evil, the weight of every sin that ever blackened his soul. And in a way, they are. Because they are Bhaal's creations. His father's mark upon him. The air crackles with horror as Aodhán bursts into the room, followed closely by Halsin and some of their companions, roused from sleep by Astarion's desperate shout. "Gods", Gale breathes, his voice laced with raw disbelief. "Octavian... what did you do?"
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naniksstuff · 1 year ago
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He looks ethereal under moonlight … 🌌
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mutualcombat · 8 months ago
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panthermouthh · 9 months ago
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“What manner of man is this, or what manner of creature is it in the semblance of man?”
My take on “book accurate” Count Dracula 🦇
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amberkendslacy · 4 months ago
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I love Vampires that are so shit at hiding. Blood bags in the fridge next to the leftover pizza, framed photos of them from 200 years ago over the mantle. Not even trying but also bold face lying to the mortals with a straight face. Kiss on the head. You're perfect.
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ishaslife · 1 year ago
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Sooooo, I've been playing around with the free cam mod and uhhh...
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He looks so... relieved after pouring his heart out to you. To see that you feel the same way and don't want him simply for sex. He's shocked of course that you'd feel the same way but I bet part of him is going "phew, gods." Hugging him means so much because my goodness he deserves it, he's been needing a hug for the past hundreds of years he's been a slave.
Notice how he simply holds your hand in his at the ending of this scene, almost as if to make himself feel better saying "I have no idea what we're doing or what comes next, but I know that this... this is nice." He's been using sex as a way to get victims for Cazador for years, it has come to mean close to nothing to him except with you, you're the first person he had sex with of his own volition, that must mean so much to him and he just realises that in this scene. Holding hands, a simple hug, a little peck makes him feel appreciated and cared for, not just TRULY wanted but also, needed in more ways than one and it also makes him not want to let go. He wants to be your friend, someone to lean on along with being your lover, not just someone to have sex with. He is genuinely scared to lose you which is evident in his breakup line, he understands why you'd want to leave him but he is sad nonetheless, you're the first person to truly understand him or at least want to try to and he doesn't want to lose that.
This post is inspired from this post.
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shandoratheexplorer · 2 months ago
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I am.. in awe
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I guess im done? Checked 10 times to not forget anything but im sure i forgot something anyway as always. Welp That's sort of how i think he'd pose for portrait after ascension
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surprisesausages · 9 months ago
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Every girlboss has her weakness😢
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