#shut up about bg3.

[swordmaid]

"you and the white boy"

[artist-rat]

u will always be famous, to me..... (the convo on the right is from this lol)

[gift-of-prophecy]

people who complain about gale yapping too much don’t understand the sixth secret love language: infodumping

[eeldritchblast]

I truly wonder if white fans are even capable of understanding how hard it is just being in a fandom space when you're not white. How alienated you feel every other day. How often you're told "it's not that big a deal" or "it's just a fantasy game get over it" or "it doesn't matter" or "go save the rainforest instead of crying over a game" or etc. etc. etc. to the point where you yourself start to question if there's something wrong with you... that it's your fault for being hurt all the time. Because it's never just about one racist mod, or one piece of whitewashed art, or one offensive post... it's all of it. Together. All the time. It's so fucking exhausting and it's why POC quit fandom spaces a lot.

[lunian]

Gale: *practices shadow magic*

Lae'zel and Shadowheart: wtf

Astarion: TWIRLING HAIR GIGGLING KICKING FEET

[trappedinafantasy37]

Larian statistics got us like:

[niku30]

Craziest thing that ever happened to me I’m ngl

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[a2zillustration]

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[ohpassenger]

someone really liked gale in the animation team i feel like

[recents]

so we all know astarion was named after the minotaur of greek myth, who, despite widely known as the minotaur (“bull of minos”), was named astarion/asterion (“starry one”) by his mother at birth. asterion the minotaur was trapped in a labyrinth and cursed to devour virginal men and women thrown in there as sacrifices.

”The House of Asterion” is a 1947 short story by Argentine writer Jorge Luis Borges that retells the story of the minotaur from the minotaur’s point of view. it’s one of his best early short stories and it’s very short, only 3 pages long. you can read it here.

borges is in my top 3 favorite writers of all time, and “The House of Asterion” obviously deserves to be considered on its own merits, so i feel slightly irreverent connecting this text to a recent video game. but i reread this short story today and there was much to think about, there were many more seeds planted in my mind in terms of interpretations of the minotaur myth and how asterion the minotaur relates to the story of astarion the vampire. i think it will for you, too.

anyway. if you don’t click through and read it, please at least read how it ends, remembering, of course, that the speaker is asterion the minotaur:

:)

[dragkingandreweldritch]

so let me get this straight. one of the main bad guys in bg3 is a burly goth with his tits out, who is voiced by Jason Isaacs, and who offers you an alliance that sounds an awful lot like a marriage proposal if you don't immediately try to fight him, AND also implies the two of you were *very* close pre-amnesia and just generally gets a big smile on his face when other npcs talk about you if you play as a specific premade character...and you CAN'T fuck him???

the Larian exec I've tied to a chair: how did you get into my house

[swordmaid]

this face with that dialogue line is sending me

[lesbianwyllravengard]

Everyone whines ab Wyll's rat diet comment because how dare he snipe at Astarion when they barely know each other, but no one fucking cares when Astarion claims gortash is to thank for Karlach's existence in act 3 when he damn well knows better. Cause it's not your favourite white boy getting his wittol feewings huwt. Y'all are so quick to see Wyll as an agitator here, and I need you to think about why that is. And shut the fuck up about it.

[deviouz]

. . . stuck between a rock and a hard place

still not over the shadowheart + astarion sandwich thing, so i dumped my brain into this post. do not perceive me !!

astarion who has to keep you pinned against his chest, wrists cradled in one of his hands while the other rests against your hip, rubbing his thumb into the smoothness of your plush skin. he’s kissing along the column of your throat, the sharpness of his incisors occasionally peeking through to graze across your neck just to see you jump, feel your heartbeat quicken. he’s whispering praise after praise, rendering you speechless and a mess of incoherent babbles.

shadowheart is cruel with her thrusts, hips pistoning into your hard enough to bruise. she’s got one of your legs curled around her waist, the other pressed cruelly against your chest — dark eyes daring you to move. she’d love to do nothing more than put you in your rightful place, kneeling before her with the most deliciously submissive of expressions carved into your angelic features. corrupting you had been so fun. you practically worshipped the ground she and astarion walked on, desperate for their attention and touch at all times.

as you gasp out, body strung tightly and mind blank. you were a mess of broken pleas and sobs of pleasure, shuddering and writing about as if you were torn between a desperate need for more and the need to hide away because it was all too much. astarion held you closer, a hand sliding over your chest to rest at the base of your neck. as he kissed up your neck, pulling your lolled head to the side so he could access more skin, his fingers pressed into your neck as a test. “keep still, darling. you can do that for us, can’t you? such a good girl for us.”

one of shadowheart’s hands come down to cup your breast, a wicked smile curling onto pretty rosey lips as she twists your nipple with a laugh. she revels in the way you squeak, pressing further into the comforting embrace of the vampire wrapped around you. he shushes you, filling your senses with praises, curls dancing across your skin. shadowheart’s thrusts have your eyes rolling back, harsh enough to have you wondering if you’d be able to walk after all was said and done. when she got into these moods, the need to dominate and turn you into a brainless, mewling toy for her to break, you hardly ever came out of it unscathed. “good? gods, don’t fill her brain with that nonsense, astarion. i haven’t heard so much as a ‘thank you’ fall from her lips tonight. i’d hardly call that good.”

upon hearing that, a slew of ‘thank you’s’ began to tumble through kiss-swollen lips. shadowheart was more than willing to leave you on the cusp of orgasm, refusing your release as means of punishment. it had happened time and time before, and not even batting your eyelashes and begging oh-so-prettily had convinced astarion to grant you reprieve.

“don’t be so cruel, shadowheart. i’m not sure if i can possibly bear another one of her desperate little ploys, as endearing as it is.”

the way shadowheart and astarion spoke about you as if you weren’t even there had you clenching around the faux-cock nestled deep within you, filling you to the brink and bumping against that spongey spot with every other thrust. you were so, so close. high pitched moans and broken whimpers gave that much away. you prayed shadowheart was feeling forgiving.

you could have cried when shadowheart’s hand trailed along your thigh, immediately going to thumb at your engorged heat. soaked wasn’t the proper word to describe what you had done to the plush bed; wetness dripped down, trailing down your folds and the bottoms of your ass to add to the puddle beneath you. it was humiliating.

it wasn’t long before an orgasm wracked throughout your writhing body. it had you damn near screaming, head thrown back and nails digging into your palms with a sharp bite. astarion intertwined his fingers with yours, sweetly kissing along your shoulder as shadowheart fucked you through the overwhelming pleasure of it all. the curl of her lips had your heart thrumming impossibly faster, all mischievous and mean.

“oh, you couldn’t possibly have thought that i’d stop after just one, did you?” came a sharp tongue, “we’re going to be here all night, darling.”

[beaft]

every time i think i've made progress in teaching astarion how to behave like a regular person he does something absolutely unhinged and i have to get out the water spritzer again. truly one step forward five steps back

[forcedhesitation]

astarion origin playthrough worth it just for all the extra moments where he does the "sad wet cat" face