#lynnstarion
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
Kiss me slowly
Pairing: Astarion x Genderfluid oc (Lynn)
summary: sometimes realization hits when you least expect it.
Taglist: @sessils @spacebarbarianweird
There was a difference between the kisses Astarion and Lynn shared up to that day, and real kisses, and it was the emotions, or rather, it seemed the emotions were one sided. Not that Astarion wasnât infatuated with Lynn, but mostly he tried to hide it, both from himself and the other, aware that the moment heâd tear down that wall, heâd be barer to the changeling, which scared him to death.
It was late night when the two decided to take a bath, the exhausting day had made it unbearable to sleep without taking a moment to clean away the blood.
They couldnât even share a word as they soaked, the cicadas the only silence in the night. Despite the silence, the two still sat close to each other, their shoulders brushing close as the still water rocked them.
âMoonâ Lynn was the one to break the silence as he stared at the night sky, focusing on the delicate light it projected on the two as if they were actor on scene.
âMh?â Astarion raised his eyes to the changeling, turning his head and taking a moment to stare at the other. The moonlight paled compared to his pearlescent skin, despite having such strong features, he still carried ever so softly as if he couldnât help but tiptoe his way through life. It was truly something Astarion had admired, especially since he had learned more about him- the last time the bathed together, it was so bold yet delicate, as if afraid to catch any attention.
Astarion had missed what the other had said as their eyes met, the darkness of Lynnâs black eyes swallowed Astarion in one gulp, as if they had mesmerized him.
There was again a lack of words that made every breath oddly loud as the two stared at each other, cheeks flushing thanks to the closeness.
âAstarion..â Lynn pronounced his name imperceptibly as he felt the familiar pull in his chest.
He wanted to lean in, to catch his lips with his, even though he knew his feelings were not reciprocated, and yet he could barely have enough no matter if it was real or just a lie.
Astarionâs fingers were itching to reach forward, fighting against the common sense as he sat up, the water dripping down his body as he stood in front of the changeling, his face at the same level with Lynnâs for the first time, as the other followed his movements to never miss his eyes.
It was quick, unexpected, real. And they both knew it.
Astarionâs hands reached forward, cupping his cheeks- no gripping at his face as he leaned forward in one swift movement and smashed his lips against Lynnâs, colliding against his muscular chest.
Lynnâs hands naturally reached for Astarionâs hips, firmly holding on to his frail frame as he welcomed his lips softly, with a gasp that Astarion swore snatched something from deep within him.
Lynn gently guided Astarion in his lap, his body slowly easing down as he trusted Lynn to hold him to his chest as their lips danced desperately together with gasps and sighs.
There was something about that kiss, that convinced Astarion he was never going to share this with the universe, he was never going to share Lynn, he was never going to share kisses with anyone else but Lynn yet he couldnât name it yet.
#baldurs gate 3#bg3#astarion x reader#bg3 astarion#lynn: updatesâ#astarion x tav#bg3 x reader#astarion#astarion bg3#astarion ancunin#bloodshift#astarion ancunin x reader#astarion fanfic#astarion brainrot#astarion fanfiction#astarion fic#astarion fluff#astarion headcanons#astarion headcanon#astarion imagine#astarion my beloved#astarion x dark urge#astarion x durge#astarion x oc#astarion x mc#astarion x you#spawn astarion x reader#lynnstarion
79 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Lynn Wisteria Felix.
The art in the center is my drawing, so credits to me for doing one good thing in life<3.
Name: Lynn Wisteria Felix.
Age: 25.
Gender identity and Sexuality: Genderfluid, bi.
Pronouns: he/them.
Race: Changeling.
Class and subclass: Sorcerer, wild magic (chaos origin in the Bellowing Wilds universe).
Canonic romance in BG3: Astarion<3 (trauma babies help each other healing)
Appearance:
Long white hair are braided carefully while leaving his overgrown bangs to roam free on his head. his eyes are like a void that eats your soul as you stare into them. His skin is pearlescent, almost looking like a sheet of parchment.
He's around 6'5, and has a slutty little waist.
The particularity with him is in his right hand. Since he was a newborn his curse has manifested physically as a curious type of vitiligo. It started small, just a finger, and slowly expanded until it reached his shoulder and part of his neck.
He likes rings. In fact, he keeps a golden band on his middle finger. Talking about his hands, they are slender, the hue of the blood flowing underneath is a shadow on them. He keeps his nails well curated, grown in stiletto and painted with black lacquer. He wears tightly fitting button ups that usually have frills around the cuffs, yet always makes sure to expose part of his chest by leaving a few buttons open. He wears a necklace that he- let's say found before meeting his friends. He's very attached to it because of the resemblance with him. He wears leather pants that hug his body finely, matched with a pair of leather boots that keep the cuffs of the pants secured underneath.
Likes and dislikes:
He likes writing, he has kept a diary since he has met Jenneleth, his companion in countless of quests. he likes music, and humming while trying to stay sneaky is his biggest flaw, though his companions enjou his voice before bed as he sings them all to sleep. He despises lies, dishonesty, hurting weaker beings, and abuse. He also hates pickles.
Personality:
He's a sassy, straightforward person, never shying away from putting someone in line or giving his - most of the times- unwanted opinion. On the flip side, he has trust issues. He won't open up until he can be sure he's safe and you are not going to judge him. Beyond that he's a loving man when you get to know him, if he grows to call you his friend, he will make sure he's going to protect you at the cost of his life.
He's very insecure, and he will make jokes about it without hesitation, but to truly get to know him, you gotta dig deep and earn it.
Get to know him:
What is sadder than a lonely person? A lonely person that has lost hope.
Lynn was born in a small changeling village, where everyone took care of each other. He has grown in a very loving family that reminded him daily that his curse was okay.
Was it actually ok? No, Lynn grew up being bullied by his peers, especially when it came down to magic, which was supposed to be natural to him. Yet his inability to control the energy that flows through his body made sure he could never prove himself worthy. No one ever dared to defend him, until the lovely Tryx waltzed in and took his side. Little did he know she was going to be the reason he lost it all.
Years layer, when he turned 20, he was ready to settle down, maybe have kids, or maybe just travel with his beloved, yet when he was about to reach his happiness, tragedy had to push him off the ledger.
One night, he jolts up at the smell of smoke. Everything around him was too hot. He didn't hesitate to tumble down the stairs and search for his parent, only to be greeted by their corpses at the end of the last step.
He did all he could, pulling them out of the house and trying to save their life, but it was too late.
It was too late cause he looked around him, and his home was not the only building on fire. The whole village was burning down, families were exhaling for the last time when it dawned on him.
He never run so fast, skipping steps as he made his way towards Tryx's bedroom, but he was once more too late.
He gathered her, cradled to his chest, and brought her out. He sobbed for hours on her corpse until he realized he was lonely.
And that's where it began. He doesn't tell the tale of his travels, or how he gifted Jenneleth a necklace, or how he almost witnessed his world's apocalypse, nor how he ended up in faerun, but he's finally taking the chance and look for himself.
Navigation tags:
#bloodshift - for all lynn x astarion content
#lynnstarion - old lynn x astarion content
#lynn's dashboard - for lynn on the internet
#faces: [name] for recurring friends.
I hope you have a nice stay, Lynn.
#roleplay#my muse#oc rp#rp#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate 3 rp#baldur's gate 3 roleplay#bg3 rp#bg3 roleplay#bg3 oc#bg3 tav#bg3#lynn: organization#bloodshift#lynnstarion#faces: astarion#muse: lynn
13 notes
¡
View notes
Text
this is lynn and astarion coded.. i wish i could share w you some of the stuff me and @ask-althaearoserun are thinking on discord cause the Lynnstarion lore is truly for the angst lovers mhmh
i love it when characters are codependent. i love it when losing someone feels like losing a limb. i love it when two people "complete" each other so wholly and terribly that one can barely function without the other. i love it when the fear of losing the only person who understands them is so all-consuming they'll destroy anything to stay together, including themselves.
48K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Never one without the other.đĽâ¤ď¸âđĽ
Yes I'm making them bang everywhere basically
Credits to KN scenes on gumroad for the scenery
#baldurs gate 3#bg3#bg3 astarion#astarion x reader#astarion#astarion x tav#lynn: updatesâ#bg3 x reader#astarion ancunin#astarion bg3#lynn: im alive (sadly)#lynnlovesthestars#vault: lynn â#bg3 render#astarion render#3d render#blender render#baldur's gate#baldurs gate#baldurs gate render#bg3 3d art#astarion x oc#astarion fanart#astarion baldurs gate#spawn astarion#bloodshift#lynnstarion
51 notes
¡
View notes
Text
The veil.- Intro
Astarion x OC ( @wisterialynn )
Genre: reverse isekai.
Synopsis: Astarion falls in love with whoever is hiding behind the veil, and it hits him so hard that he can't forget him. Not even when Lynn starts a new save.
AN: hello this is the prologue of the reverse isekai story I've been working on for a while.. It's supposed to be a lighthearted story, mostly fluff and crack, low on drama, but low-key healing since both oc and Astarion have plenty of trauma. Basically domestic ff.
Also I think I will add some of the renders I made of Lynn and Astarion as I publish the chapters since I have so many - and are so cute.
Taglist: @spacebarbarianweird @sessils @roguishcat
Lynn couldn't help it. When something caught his mind, it was hard to pull him away, so when a new game came out and he downloaded it, he knew he was up for sleepless nights.
It was a breath of fresh air in his monotonous and grey life. It had been ages since he allowed himself to feel something that was not sadness or anger. He sat in front of his screen and he came to life.
He didn't speak much in his day, neither with peers or family since he distanced himself from his roots, moving to a different town, focusing on his work, but once he was knees deep in his little and silly game? He'd comment, talk, sass even, he truly came out of his shell.
It was something Astarion had grown to adore, from the moment Lynn had first loaded his game, and Astarion felt something.. different. He felt out of place to say the least.
Gale blamed the necromancy of Thay, saying it probably connected him with something deeper, just like he was connected to his netherese orb, but Astarion knew it was something different.
And once he was freed of Cazador as well, he couldn't believe his ears.
Astarion could feel that connection becoming deeper, the veil between the two coming closer and thinner.
As he fell for his Tav, he couldn't help but fell harder for him. For his witty comments, his giggles at Astarion's compliment, his humming as he worked and forgot his side of the connection on- aka his PC.
Astarion had heard everything, every comment for the elf, every sob he let out in front of the screen, and god only knows what other sounds coming from Lynn.
Only when Lynn started his second run Astarion became gloomy. The attentions he was so used to receive shifted, Tavgliatelle- or whatever name he gave his character that time- was different, so focused on Karlach.
It didn't mean Astarion couldn't hear Lynn, how he still commented on Astarion, how despite everything he was trying to resist the urge to romance him again. Astarion understood it was just a loop, the more he'd spend time at camp, the more he'd trying and break free of the loop, the more he'd fall for the person at the other side of the screen.
He prayed.
He attempted magic.
He tried to find that small door that could lead him to his lover, until he did find it.
Lynn wanted to say he loved Astarion a normal amount, just like how you love your favourite character, but there was something different.
Astarion had touched him differently than any other, he felt his chest clench, hurt, for a bundle of pixels, he had empathized so much with him. Astarion understood Lynn and Lynn understood Astarion. And yet whatever his heart was hatching was meant to stay there, just within him and his head. In his daydreams and his sweetest nights.
"Lynn?" A rough hand gently pressed against his back as the figure hidden in the dark kneeled next to him. "Love, let's move to the bed" The voice cooed as he gently lifted Lynn from his chair, admiring for a moment his features while they were enlightened only by the light of the screen.
Astarion was glad his vampiric strength didn't get lost, as he carried the man to the bed.
He couldn't help but admire how he laid peacefully. The serious smirk he had when he was hunched over the desk, was replaced with a soft smile as if he knew who was gently sliding under the cotton sheet with him, as if he knew whose arms were wrapping around his middle, as if he knew who cradled him to his chest.
His soulmate.
-
Astarion's fingertips gently grazed the exposed back, the new feeling spreading all over his body as everything was so new, so real.
All his life no man or woman he had bedded or kissed awoke in him what the man in his grasp was doing without effort.
"My sweet sweet love" He whispered as he kissed the man's temple gently, trying his best not to stir him awake.
He had truly made it, he had crossed the veil that separated him from his love, and now he was laying against his chest, soundly asleep.
The sigh that escaped the other's lips said it all, how peaceful he felt despite being unaware. Astarion liked to imagine that Lynn was feeling safe in his grasp as if his body knew he was being held and protected by him.
-
The man stirred awake, his body aching from the day before, hissing as he tried to turn, while his body was stiff from sleep.
"There there, sunshine" Astarion cooed as he gently guided him back to lay in his arms. "You need rest"
"I do.." Lynn hummed as his hand gently reached for Astarion's cheek to rest there.
It took him a moment to realize he was not alone, tangled to the cold yet oddly familiar body.
"What the fuck" Lynn jumped up on his seat, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes, as if the Astarion laying in his bed was just a remainder of his dream, still stuck in the inside of his eyes.
"Good morning to you too, darling" Astarion chuckled as he gently caressed him. "I suppose that's human's way of saying 'oh my god Astarion, it's so nice to finally hold you" He teased as if sitting in Lynn's bedroom was normal, as if he didn't come from a game, but simply from his window.
"You can't be-" Lynn placed his hand on Astarion's cheek, trying to gauge at reality, only to be met with the cold skin again.
"I very much am, love" The vampire nodded smirking proudly as he brushed back his hair with his fingers.
"I'm still dreaming, that's it" The human couldn't help but shake his head in disbelief, as if that could erase the pungent smell of bergamot that suddenly enveloped his room.
"No, you are awake" Astarion quipped smiling and itching to move closer to shut him up with his lips.
"Astarion you are not real" Lynn said out loud, spelling each word slowly.
"I'm clearly here aren't I" He asked raising an eyebrow.
"Astarion don't be an idiot" Lynn shook his head one step away from facepalming himself.
"What if you are the one not real" Astarion clapped his hands together as if that was his gotcha moment.
"Don't start this" the human, still skeptical crossed his arms together, yet before he could completely close them, Astarion grasped at his wrist and bit the soft flesh.
The sweet taste of his blood awoke something in him, the way it slowly went down his throat thick and warm, made him dizzy but most of all left him breathless for the other man.
"That felt real" Lynn sighed as he pulled away his wrist, massaging where Astarion's lips were a second prior. That was real.
Astarion laid back for a moment, trying his best to contain the euphoria spilling from his every pore, he had a taste of divinity. Completely different from the taste of blood he was used to.
The way it ran through his body, it was real.
"I was trapped in that thing, god knows for how long, I am just a poor vampire in need of a cuddle" He admitted as he caught his breath and opened his arms to invite Lynn in.
"That's it I'm going out of my mind"
Astarion groaned. "IM GOING OUT OF MY MIND CAUSE YOU HAVE NOT HUGGED ME YET"
#baldurs gate 3#bg3#astarion x reader#bg3 astarion#astarion#astarion x tav#lynn: updatesâ#bg3 x reader#astarion ancunin#astarion bg3#baldurs gate astarion#astarion baldurs gate 3#astarion ancunin x reader#astarion baldurs gate#lynnlovesthestars#vault: lynn â#lynnstarion#bloodshift#the veil
43 notes
¡
View notes
Text
The veil, chapter 1.
Astarion x oc (@wisterialynn)
Fluff, little angsty at the end but not too much.
AN: I'm aliveee this is finally chaoter one of the veil, ive been working on it for a while, i wrote it like 4 times before being satisfied with it ngl, but here it is..
for those who missed the intro, you can find it here.
The picture is a render i made in blender of astarion n lynn
The âpoor vampire in need of a cuddleâ sat with arms wide open, and despite the bite being real, everything was too good to be true? How often do you hear of waking up next to the man of your dreams? And a fictional man at it? NEVER. Lynn was not going to believe it until heâs sure heâs not delusional, and even if it was real, there was still a major problem that needed to be addressed. He couldnât just close an eye on it, it felt.. wrong.
âYou don't know meâ He sighed, Astarion was in a game, where his actions were controlled by someone else, him. A game where he was stripped of his free will- do characters in games even understand the concept of free will? But nevertheless, he didnât know anything about him, the one Astarion fell for.. Was not real, Lynn was different from the game Lynn, so different. Starting from the fact that game-Lynn is tall, muscular, and Lynn was actually barely taller than Astarion, and lean, definitely not jacked like Lynn though.Â
As he sat there overthinking he realized how even in his brain this was confusing, so many Lynns, and such a small brain Lynn had.
âI know you enoughâ Astarionâs demeanor relaxed, his eyes softened as if in understanding of his point, yet still holding that fondness youâd expect from a lover. It made Lynnâs heart soft, so soft he could have almost ignored the problem, if it wasnât for the guilt that would haunt him for lying to him.
âBut what you felt, the person you met.. that Lynn is not me.â He lowered his eyes nervously, fidgeting with his hands.
Astarion leaned forward, his hand cupped Lynnâs cheek and gently guided his head to look up at him, his look expectant. âI know, but I heard you.. your laugh, your rambling, I heard you cry.. and I'm pretty sure I heard you please yourself-.â He grabbed Lynn's hand with his free one to kiss the back of it, nonchalantly ignoring the last bit of his admission.
âYou heard me what?!â Lynn gasped shocked, yet stopped before he could ask for more details.
âThe point is, now I have all the time in the universe to get to know you.â He smiled tenderly- a new habit he had developed just because of Lynn- in those hours when heâd ramble to someone else, or when heâd sit commenting as he went through the story- as he traced the swell of Lynnâs cheek. âI want to experience all that I missed..â He admitted taken over by the need to open his heart to him. âI want to live it all with you, again and I want to get to know you like you know me.â His claw trailed at last, following the ever so soft path traced by the pad of his finger as Astarion kissed his temple. âI want to see your smiles, I want to kiss you so bad I've never felt like this before.. I just want the chance to love you like you and I deserve.â He confessed at last while for a moment, he had almost swore he heard his dead heart pound in his chest.
It was a lot to take in for Lynn, all his life everything was so ordinary, boring even, so this chance to live something unique.. Was too good to be true. He couldnât help his pessimism from ebbing through.Â
âWhat if I'm not as you expected? What if I'm underwhelming? Life here.. is much more boring.. I am much more boringâ He lowered his eyes ashamed. He dreamt to be his for weeks, no months, heâd wake up sobbing and alone wishing to be enough for that kind of love that went above and beyond.
âMaybe I need some boringâ Astarion gently brushed the stray tear that cascaded down Lynnâs cheek so quickly he swore it was almost a reflex. âWe donât need to rush this, just like you taught meâ He smiled as he kissed the tip of his nose.Â
âI mean, I didnât-â Lynn was cut off before he could say more. âNo, no, I remember your voice..â He pointed at him with his head. â..you went on a pretty long monologue on âhow you wished you could actually remind me that thereâs no rush, and how you wished youâd be by my side all the wayâ He nodded proudly as he paraphrased the words he had heard through the veil. Lynn couldnât help but chuckle at his memory, the monologue in question still imprinted in his mind- since he had bored one of his friends about it- as Astarion instead was staring at his lips. âCan I kiss you..?â He whispered as he resisted the urge to just do it, to kiss him. To do it desperately, sloppy, uncalculated.
Lynn didn't know how to put into words his insecurities, what words would properly say âpeople like me donât often kiss so, i apologize if i barely know what i'm doingâ, whatever he could come up with sounded pretty lame. âI haven't kissed in a whileâ He admitted ashamed, shaking his head. What he didnât know was that Astarion didnât care, he barely knew what he was doing himself- in a different universe and with the emotional stability of a log.
âIt's okay.. we can fix thatâ Astarion hummed.
Lrynn's touch was gentle, shaky almost as he cupped Astarion's cheek, his eyes tracing the path from Astarion's nose to his lips as if he had never seen him before, and he finally understood what they meant when in books they mentioned the butterflies. He could feel that sensation rising deep in his stomach as he was so close to him, so close from kissing him.
His thumb swiped his cheek gently as the other arm wrapped around the vampire's middle, they were on their knees, in front of each other, one still completely dressed while the other sat only on his shirt, all over the place.
"You are even more breathtaking up close" Lynn murmured as he leaned forward, brushing his nose with Astarion's, hesitant to close the distance between them.
"I wish I could put into words what I'm feeling right now" Astarion whispered as he took the lead, his lips pressing softly against Lynnâs while his hand cupped his cheek.
It was maddening how they were deprived of the feeling for so long, how their lips chased each other for more.
One single, gentle kiss quickly turned into a lot of small, desperate ones which became gasps for air as they desperately held onto each other.
They barely understood how they ended up laying, Astarionâs clothes mostly discarded as their shirts and undergarments were only left. âYou are mine, you understand?â Astarion kissed his neck, his cold tongue trailing to his collarbone as he had to resist the urge to bite down on the supple flesh of his shoulder.
âY-yesâ Lynn whimpered under the vampireâs skilled touch.
âGood, my sweetâ Astarion purred as he reluctantly pulled back, pulling the other down with him under the duvet. âMuch betterâ Astarion hummed as he relished the feeling of the head pressed against his chest, and the warm body enveloping him instead of the unnecessarily heavy pieces of armor.
God knows how long they laid there in silence. Lynn could feel it deep in his bones that he was going to wake up any time soon.
âTell me of this worldâ Astarion broke the silence of the barely lit room.
âWell vampires donât exist here, and neither does magicâ He thinks out loud. âWaitâ A sudden idea floated in his brain.. If vampires donât exist.. Could it be..? The idea of being able to treasure this moment forever makes the butterflies in Lynnâs stomach erupt happily.
The human reaches to his nightstand, his phone reading â7 amâ as he unlocks the device. His cheeks flush deeply as he has to old back from staring at his lockscreen.Â
âWhatâs that?â Astarion asks, confused as he follows the other movements, curious of the device in his hands.Â
âThis is a phone, you can talk to people with it, and go on the internet, and take pictures with itâ He explains as he quickly looks for his camera app. âSee, i want to remember this forever, but i donât know if itâll workâ He drops the phone on his chest before taking a peak, wanting to find out if it worked right there with Astarion.
âI suppose but whatever it is, it can't hurt to try..â
âYou are right â He smiles as he picks up the phone again and looks at the screen.
âAh itâs that man againâ Astarion scoffs as he takes a better look at the screen where the same face as the lock screen shows up, this time dressed- or rather undressed differently. âDo you have a boyfriend or something?â He grasps at Lynnâs wrist, jealousy bubbling in his stomach at the thought as he goes back to ignore the screen.
âYou are an idiot, you know?â Lynn laughs as he realizes what was happening. âCan we focus on what we were doing?â He asks, trying to keep his laughter down.
âSureâ He scoffs. âWhat are we doing?â He asks as Lynn lifts up his phone again, this time met with the image of that man and Lynn way too close for the vampireâs taste.
âIt's called a picture, it's like a painting but taken instantly, and here..â Lynn raises his free hand to point at the screen, where the image mimics his movements perfectly. âYou can see the outcomeâ He smiles, astonished at the image displayed, at the way Astarionâs locks and Lynnâs mixed on the pillow, how slowly Astarionâs eyes widened as he sat up, his nose impossibly close to the screen as the shutter sound echoed in the room before Astarion could understand completely.
âIs that..?â He asked as he tapped on the screen, amazed how the figure in the silly machine would follow him almost instantly. Magic if Lynn didnât already tell him there was no such thing there.
âYes loveâŚâ Lynn smiled as he gave the vampire all the time he needed.
He was astounded, speechless even as he noticed the way his ears twitched and reddened, his eyes fell on his fangs, so many times he tried to understand how sharp they were, yet nothing compared to how they looked, so polished despite never sharpening them. The fangs that sunk in so many animals, and so many times in the throats of evil creatures since he had met tav.
Then he locked eyes with himself, a shiver ran down his spine. Those were the piercing eyes with which he seduced men and women of all kind all over the gates, those were the eyes kids would be scared of at night, those were the eyes that no one in the gates would ever miss.
It was imperceptible the change in the vampire, yet Lynn couldnât help but notice how his lips suddenly curled down.
âStar?â He called unsure, what if it was all too much for him? What if he saw something he disliked? What if? It was something his mind couldnât stop.
âSorry, I got mesmerized by the handsome fellow in thereâ He lied.
#baldurs gate 3#bg3#astarion x reader#bg3 astarion#astarion#lynn: updatesâ#astarion x tav#bg3 x reader#astarion ancunin#astarion bg3#baldurs gate astarion#astarion baldurs gate 3#astarion art#astarion ancunin x reader#astarion fanfic#astarion fanfiction#astarion fic#astarion fluff#astarion headcanon#astarion headcanons#astarion x durge#astarion x male tav#astarion x mc#astarion x dark urge#lynnstarion#bloodshift#vault: lynn â#wisterialynn#lynn wisteria felix#lynn felix x astarion
26 notes
¡
View notes
Text
basically how me n sun got together, uh?
#bg3 rp#bg3 roleplay#bg3 oc#wisterialynn#baldur's gate 3 rp#bg3 oc rp#my muse#oc rp#roleplay#baldur's gate 3 roleplay#oc x astarion#lynn x astarion#astarion x lynn#lynnstarion
4K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss By A. Canova, but make it baldurs gay.
#baldurs gate 3#astarion x reader#bg3#bg3 astarion#astarion#astarion x tav#lynn: updatesâ#bg3 x reader#astarion ancunin#astarion bg3#astarion brainrot#3d render#bg3 render#baldurs gate render#astarion render#blender render#render#bg3 3d art#3dtumblr#3d art#3d artwork#baldurs gate astarion#astarion baldurs gate 3#astarion acunin#astarion art#astarion baldurs gate#astarion fanart#lynnlovesthestars#lynnstarion#bloodshift
29 notes
¡
View notes
Text
its still a test render cause im learning blender but yeah.. here it is my first render of lynn- my oc, and astarion
big thanks to everyone in ezechi's discord for the immense help istg, i would have not made this otherwise t.t<333
#baldurs gate 3#bg3#astarion#astarion ancunin#astarion bg3#astarion render#bg3 render#bg3 animation#bg3 blender#blender3d#bg3 3d art#vault: lynn â#lynn wisteria felix#lynnstarion#bloodshift
28 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Happy pride month from Astarion and Lynn
Credit for the scene to KN scenes on gumroad for the secret forest!!<3
#bg3 astarion#baldurs gate 3#bg3#astarion#astarion x tav#lynn: updatesâ#astarion ancunin#astarion bg3#bg3 3d art#bg3 animation#bg3 render#bg3 ocs#bg3 original character#bg3 oc#bg3 oc x astarion#dnd oc#oc x astarion#astarion x oc#bg3 x tav#tav x astarion#bg3 art#bg3 3d#bg3 blender#bg3 blender render#bloodshift#lynnstarion
49 notes
¡
View notes
Text
I'm not saying this is extremely ho- endearing but I actually would trust him to do it with my handâ¨ď¸đŤś
#lynnstarion#lynn's dashboard#astarion x lynn#lynn x astarion#dnd ocs#dnd oc rp#dnd rp#dnd oc#bg3 oc#bg3 rp#bg3 tav
3K notes
¡
View notes
Text
BARKING SOUNDS
THEY ARE SO CUTE (@wisterialynn)
#baldurs gate 3#bg3#astarion x tav#astarion#astarion ancunin#lynn: updatesâ#astarion bg3#bg3 astarion#bloodshift#bg3 x tav#baldurs gate tav#tav bg3#bg3 tav#baldurs gate 3 tav#astarion x oc#astarion x male tav#astarion x mc#astarion x reader#astarion x durge#astarion x dark urge#bg3 x reader#bg3 x oc#bg3 x male reader#bg3 x you#lynnstarion#lynn wisteria felix
36 notes
¡
View notes
Note
Will you ever stop talking about Lynn and Astarion? You are getting lowkey boring
No, as a matter of fact I will yap about my blorbos as much as I want
8 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Yes.
Astarion that braids Lynn's hair. And he does it bc Lynn hates being seen with untied hair, so Astarion procrastinates the braid to lay in bed w him longer in the morningâ¨
Sangvia is not a canon Dark Urge, she doesn't have amnesia and doesn't play important role of the main story. But she still is a baalspawn which resists Dark Urge though all her life! Sangvia is hiding from a cult and that's why she changed her appearance.
Sangvia used magic to hid her skin and runes. But her hair was colored with cheap paint and therefore became coarse, dry and tangled. One day Astarion gets tired of looking at chaos instead of a hairdo and he tries to fix it. Well... he didn't succeed...
At the end of Act 2 Sangvia's identity was revealed and the dye got washed off her hair. Then Astarion noticed that her hair is actually soft and manageable, and also has a pleasant smell of lavender... And of course he made her new hairstyle to his taste.
#baldurs gate 3#bg3#astarion x reader#astarion x tav#bg3 astarion#astarion#bg3 x reader#astarion ancunin#astarion bg3#lynn x astarion#astarion x lynn#lynnstarion#bloodshift
445 notes
¡
View notes
Text
I wanted to post some of my @wisterialynn sketches but im too self conscious
+ 90% of them is nsfw w astarionâ
Definitely not bc im in my Astarion brainrot
(N it's not ljke i have a whole subfolder just for lynn x bg3 nononono)
#baldurs gate 3#bg3#astarion#astarion x lynn#lynn felix x astarion#lynn: updatesâ#wisterialynn#dnd ocs#oc rp#bg3 oc#astarion x oc#lynnstarion
19 notes
¡
View notes
Note
Why did you write such a sad story for Lynn?
I wrote Lynn while I was drunk and alone.. I was in Scotland for vacation and I had a huge breakdown.. that's when I fleshed his story for the DND campaign I was going to play two months later..
I think the story was even sadder initially cause I never wrote Lynn with the intent of having him live a long happy rest of his life.. I don't think I spoke a lot about Lynn's story here, besides what I mention vaguely in the one shots I write for Astarion, but even post DND campaign It ends tragically with Lynn killing himself or sacrificing himself for the person he loves.
Fun fact: in the bg3 game Lynn died during the Cazador fight and since then I thought Lynn and Astarion's story could have had 4 possible endings: either they live happy together, or Lynn dies during the fight with Cazador to save Astarion, Lynn and Astarion never get together because they are both too scared n Lynn dies alone (gets found by wyll) or they get together only post game when they have time to properly live their life.. as u can see 2 out of 4 are not so nice.. but again I could write essays on Lynn and the layers he has.. he's my most treasured character for many reasons including how sad he is
3 notes
¡
View notes