#the dark consort

[rielzero]

:( He wanted cuddles.

[megaman-exe-execute]

Just do it...let the invasive thoughts win

[duckysprouts]

anyway yeah miquella holding poor godwyn’s corpse like a man holds a fish

[dromie-11114]

I still think it’s so damn funny that Radagon had his ass out during his boss fight like put that shit away bro

[theotherhappyplace]

Lady Adelaide, of the silver evening tide.

[radiance1]

Danny is so, oh so very tired about the amount of marriage proposals that popped up in front of him. Not even a day past his announcement as Crown prince either.

He's thankful that neither of his four parents are pushing him towards accepting it, but it's everyone (besides his friends of course) else who either try and subtly suggest it or outright asks him if he's chosen a spouse yet.

He's only 14! He doesn't need a spouse! And they were probably far older than him too!

Even Vlad of all people took some kind of pity on him and just decided to be a normal (for a billionaire) guy who isn't trying to kill his dad.

...However, that doesn't mean he wants him to seduce him either!

(Danny: Stop trying to seduce my dad you low-budget vampire!

Vlad, calmly sipping tea: No.)

If he wasn't majorly burnt out from the number of proposals he has to sort through, he would most definitely throw him far across town, away from his dad and mom.

He needed to find a way to stop all of these letters that just keep coming, and fast. He doesn't know how much longer he could take of reading fancy script over and over and over again, his eyes already hurt enough.

He tried to ask his Father for help, his only response was to choose a consort that he saw fit to stand alongside him. Then he had to flee before he gushed about his pops.

He asked his pops, who only said that the answer would come to him in time. Which was of no help whatsoever.

He asked his mom, she at least tried to help somewhat. Giving him some equipment to ward off any ghost who would try and forcibly take him as a consort, which had a low chance of happening considering his strength, but he was happy about it regardless.

He then finally asked his dad, after making sure that vampiric leech isn't near any of his human parents. Surprisingly, he had a pretty good idea of what to do.

He was a halfa, wasn't he? Why limit himself to just ghosts? Surely, due to his half-human status he could choose someone near his age among humanity.

Well, not in those exact words, but it was a great idea regardless! Plus, they never did specify if he had to choose a ghost consort anyways.

Now he just had to decide who to pick, really. His two best friends are out of the option, they're close, but not in that sort of way. Plus, Sam is busy with Undergrowth and Tucker bonding with Technus who was apparently apart of his family tree somewhere along the line.

Then, when he was sorting through the letters and was sure his eyes were about to bleed from reading so many fancy words, he felt it. A tug in his chest, gently urging him somewhere, and you know what, it's way better than what he was doing now, so he answered.

He felt the clothes he was swearing in that moment fade into away into the outfit he wore for his coronation. A suit, a crown made of the coldest ice from the Far Frozen, a cape made from the stars along with various little knickknacks made from various gems and a veil hung over his face.

He looked pretty good, if he says so himself. Though he didn't and still doesn't know the purpose of the veil.

He appeared in what looked like an event for a high society party, most likely filled with various rich people. He floated up and quickly looked over the people and released a sigh of relief that Vlad wasn't here, say what you will, but he doesn't fancy meeting with someone who's actively trying to seduce his dad.

He folded his arms behind his back, trying to imitate the imposing figure of his father from his place in the air, looking down at the cultists(?) below who summoned him.

"Who dares summon me." He stated, rule number one, statements hold power, questions do not. The cultist below fell to his knees, either out of devotion or fear, he didn't know.

"Oh, Prince of the infinite, we called you today for the sole purpose of serving this world to one of your standing, please let us be your servants and spare us when you plunge the world into ruin!" Ah, devotion, then. His eyes bore into the woman (from the sound of her voice) below, his silence working well to unnerve her and the other guests.

"Hm." The reward was already stated, but he neither wants too nor will take over the world. "Denied." It was short, swift, and to the point in his books, he thinks he's doing well acting out Pariah Dark!

"B-but my liege, the king-"

"What the king has been known for in the past, has nothing to do with me. You dare to assume something about me, lowly human." The human below him was actually fully blown shivering, now, slamming her head down onto the floor and shouting out a number of apologies.

Rule number two, do not take back requests you have already denied.

Ok, now he feels bad, that probably hurt a lot. But he's already come this far so-

"Is that the only reason you have called me, or do you require something else. Much of my time is not something you can afford." The woman was most undoubtedly about to say something, probably more apologies, or maybe something else, but the sounds of fighting reached the room and the doors slammed opened, the body of a cultist(?) flying through the air and the appearance of what were most likely heroes.

"Well?" He let that question slide, the cold around the room descending around the woman below as a bunch of other cultists tried to fight off the heroes.

The woman seemed hysterical with worry, most likely not wanting to go to jail, perhaps. She quickly took her head off the floor and tried to stand up, almost falling back to the ground but managing to find her footing. "M-my liege, please help us!"

He tilted his head. "And as to what, would you give me?"

"The sacrifice, yes! The sacrifice!" The woman quickly pointed below him, and only then, did Danny realize there was a boy bound below him, only to be met with a glare.

Danny hummed. Yes. That will do. "It shall be done."

Danny waved his hand, ice sprouting from the ground to force the heroes and cultists apart and then blasting a hole through the nearby wall and to the outside, a path of ice leading down to the ground. "Go." He commanded, the woman nodding her head quickly and calling to the others and disappearing outside, he then blocked off the hole with ice.

He then slowly floated downwards, besides the bound human, ignoring the shattering of ice and footfalls of no doubt the heroes trying to stop him from what he was doing. He leaned over the boy- about his age- and asked one question.

"Do you wish to become my consort?"

[seaofdaydreams]

Update 2. Still got a lot to render but the faces are practically done, yay!

[notecotic]

Astarion has their own methods how to calm his Consort.

[fitgoosefortress]

promised consort radahn

[rielzero]

Ascended Astarion Art <3

I don't really have anything new to post, so I'm just gonna post a compilation of my fav artworks featuring Astarion & my oc <3 Because they make me happy. (This includes art of just Loki in the afterstory)

Some of this may be outdated.

Here's Durge Loki for a bonus..

Durge Loki has less art with him.. Hmm. Maybe I should doodle him some more when I'm bored.. And have the time for it.

[megaman-exe-execute]

*calls radahn*

[lesfir]

[bardic-inspo]

What does one gift to the man who already has everything?

Wealth, power, pleasure. It poureth over from Astarion’s fingertips at his slightest whim. 

So when his consort comes to him clad in such delectable finery, approaching his ruby-encrusted throne with such a proud stature, bearing a small box wrapped in shimmering paper and tied so temptingly with a velvet bow, he can hardly hide his skepticism.

“Oh, how darling you are,” he purrs. “My precious pet, is that for me?”

She presses the small package into his palms. He means to pull her into his lap, where his most prized treasure belongs, but she slips from his grip with a coy smirk. It’s a trying task, to tear his eyes away from her swaying figure long enough to tear the box free of its paper. 

He arches a brow. “It’s…empty.”

“Is it?” She replies, just as doubtful.

She tugs the twined cord near the curtained window, and the world bursts into scintillating brightness. Astarion shields his eyes against the sudden sunlight. As the sting eases, his hand drifts down, and he sees his consort silhouetted against the city below. His city.

The dress drops from her shoulders, a puddle of silk at her heels.

Sunlight soaks his skin, and hers. And she is radiant.

She is all that she has given him: everything.

[dromie-11114]

So why do all the empryeans have some weird shit with their eyes

- Malenias have rotted off

-one of Rannis eyes are closed the other seems to be the connection point of her ghost form

-Miquellas are closed in his boss fight, and he gave them up to ascend

- Marika and Radagon just have empty sockets, and you can argue that the Scarseals were their eyes

[cherrygarden1408]

Why does everyone forget that Astarion is a stupid little dum dum when it comes to his ascended version? I mean, are you really falling for his "I'M A BIG AND STRONG VAMPIRE ASCENDED™ AND NOW IF I CAN DOMINATE IN BED, I CAN DOMINATE IN EVERYTHING ELSE TOO"? Just listen to what he says; it's all fantasies about how badass he will be and some kink ideas involving throne sex. Look at him—he has no idea how he’s actually going to achieve any of it. I wish we could ask him about his plans. How does he intend to make his grand scheme for world domination a reality? I imagine it would be an extremely hilarious dialogue.

Tav/Durge: So, what’s our plan for taking control of Baldur's Gate? You sounded so confident; you must have a plan, right?

Astarion: Of course I have a plan, darling. I'm a vampire ascended; there’s nothing I can’t do. We will manipulate, puppet, dominate, and show them all how powerful we are. And voilà, we rule the city! 😁

Tav/Durge: ...Um, okay, but could you share more details about this whole 'manipulation and domination' thing? How exactly are you going to pull this off?

Astarion: Little love , there’s nothing I would like more than to paint our splendid future together. Listen closely now:

Step 1: We acquire new, fancy, and elegant clothes; we will look so fabulous in silk, diamonds, and gold! 💅

Step 2: We stand before all the patriarchs of the city in all our glory, and they will weep and cry because they’ll never be as beautiful, powerful, and fabulous as we are! 😁

Step 3: We talk to them, and they will all enthusiastically agree to do whatever we, the most perfect, intelligent, and competent people in the world, tell them to do. 😃

Step 4: We rule the city from the shadows like mastermind puppeteers we are😎

Tav/Durge: ...I really doubt it will be that easy...

Astarion: Why would you doubt that, my treasure? I am VAMPIRE ASCENDED™ and you are MY DARK CONSORT™. There’s nothing we can’t do together! 🥰

Tav/Durge: *realizing that even the sacrifice of 7,000 souls wouldn't be enough to give this man even one brain cell*

[eghostsofdeadchildren]

Personally a fan of Baby Impaler and Baby Dread.