sunlight fades.

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Astarion Ancunín ;  12XX – #1268DR.

　❝ nearly 200 years, and I never came back. not since the night I woke up down there. I had to punch a hole in the coffin and claw my way through six feet of dirt. Then when I finally broke the surface, retching up dirt and congealed blood, Cazador was waiting... from that day on, I was his. Until today. ‭❞‬

indie and semi private writing blog for the pale elf, Astarion Ancunín, set in baldur's gate 3. Canon-compliant, lore-focused, and heavily hc-influenced. This writer does not ship Astarion and Cazador. 21+ writers only.

with all that life has to offer ❤︎ ; @dreadspawn.

My only rules as of right now are don’t be a freak or pushy or annoying ( I.e forcing ships / threads / ideas onto me. ) no irl bigotry or disgustingness?

otherwise let’s just have fun :) I'll write more cohesive rules soon!

template credit. psd credit.

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it has come to my attention that this is what my blog looks like when you visit and I just have to ask why tumblr wants to make me look like a CLOWN

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twirls a single, silvery curl around his finger. " hello~ "

a diminutive touch, one might assume felix were the rogue between the pair with the delicate nature in which the finger coils around soft, white curls. had it not been for such a melodious voice speaking only one word that could prove time, and time again, to astarion why this young man was a bard. the kind of voice that could rouse the dead. fleeting softness, the night often is not so kind to those like astarion ancunin. rest is seldom a gift he's the recipient to, and blood alludes him more oft than not. the premise of a lover's warm embrace, begetting him from a state of cold purgatory... he supposes he cannot get any luckier than this.

no, actually... he could. his cheek rests upon his love's hand, which astarion has forced to linger upon his face. a soothing touch, a moment of bliss. these are the things that makes his still heart, feel as though it begs to beat once more. felix could revive his stagnant soul from the depths of cazador's decrepit lair, which astarion had presumed he'd left any shred of tenderness left of himself in. ❝ my love, ❞ he chirps. bemused that felix found himself seeking companionship at these late hours. this was felix he was speaking to, he knows that for certain. the dark urge is never so inviting. never one to beat around the bush and masquerade as anything other than the ravenous beast with an unrelenting hunger for flesh. they're alike, in some regard... enslaved by hunger.

❝ I find it just a bit funny... how sometimes I will sit here and think about you in the quiet of witching hour, and here you appear. like I've somehow conjured you myself. ❞ giving gale a run for his money in the theatrics of romance, he'd say! he lets go of felix's wrists, outstretching his arms in a grand display of some 'unspoken power' he has resounding deep in his soul. love, that must be. ❝ though... it's more likely you're up thinking of me too, I do have that effect on others... you especially. ❞

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❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜ (cheeky)

blood, the very life force which keeps him tethered to this gods' forsaken realm. it's coy and simply endearing how his companions struggle with the very notion of his violent impulses. he is, who he is. and he is but a creature of habit, he thinks. one whom is very good at the crimes he commits when their eyes are lurking in other directions. when they crawl into their bedrolls. it's a wonder grier notices him, he accounts on behalf of how she had a streak of taking notice to minute details. he'd seen it along their travels, her catching wind of imperceivably small breadcrumbs along their journeys to unravel bigger pictures. sure, he could respect it. and sure, she sounds chipper enough to perhaps not cause a fuss within the camp at his less-than-put together appearance.

it's not most becoming, he knows, to walk in coated in carmine... but vampires have done worse things. he, has done worse things. ❝ I would say you should see the other guy but, well! He's no longer with us! ❞  he laughs, something giddy as if the joke were a funny one. to him, of course. he has to wonder if grier saw the world in a similar light? kill for gain, kill or be killed? time would tell. for now, he could toy with her. ❝ I suppose you and I will have to keep this a little secret, no? we can't have our puritan... 'friends' stir in their sleep over a miniscule amount of bloodshed, now can we? ❞ he gets just a bit closer to her face, his well-disposed and rehearsed tonality. a lilting sound. ❝ I only needed a bit of blood, and who'd miss a drifter on the road? certainly not you... I'd hope? ❞

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been playing with Astarion in modern settings on discord and my brain is going brrrrrr over them

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“ step carefully, there’s a trap nearby, ” he points to one he spots a few feet away, failing to notice the one right below his next step forward —————

( im here to stress him out 🩵 )

perception is an innate  gift, one he’s been blessed  with  long  before  his  vampiric  transformation. "  someone  wasn't  thrilled  for  houseguests,  and  it  shows!  but  this? this  is  amateurish  work  at  best,  "  he  kneels  before  the  explosive  foot  trap,  a  hairpin  enters  the  crevice  to  disarm  the  tool.  consequently  crumbling  and  falling  to  pieces  before  his  eyes  with  a  satisfying  clamor. it should  have  been,  save  for  the  pure  negligence  in  his  peripheral  vision.  Xia  Fei....  was  about  to  make  a  gruesome  mistake. 

"  NOT  ANOTHER  STEP!  "  Astarion  jumps  to  his  feet  and  grasps  his  shoulder,  "  unless  you're  keen  on  blowing  your  legs  off,  then..  by  all  means!  take  another!  "  he's  sure  his  lover's  acquainted  in  his  level  of  sarcasm  by  now.  "  there's  either  a  banquet  of  gold  waiting  for  us,  or  blood  to  spill.  so  let's  be  wiser  in  how  we  approach  this! "

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  we  love  angst  on  this  blog,  what  can  we  say.  here’s  some  more  dialogue  prompts  for  you.  a  warning  for  potentially  triggering  themes  below.  )

❛ everything you touch, you ruin. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ you can’t make me disappear. ❜

❛ memories are only there to make you bleed. ❜

❛ i don’t need your permission. ❜

❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜

❛ the less you know, the better. ❜

❛ i won’t stop killing until you kill me. ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ you think i felt something for you? you’ve forgotten what i am. ❜

❛ the last time we talked, didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? ❜

❛ i felt something loosen in me that shouldn’t have been loosened. ❜

❛ pull yourself together. we have work to do. ❜

❛ stay back, i have a demon inside of me. ❜

❛ let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. ❜

❛ people like that don’t deserve to live. ❜

❛ just do what you’re told. like you always do. ❜

❛ why do you have to make everyone hate you? ❜

❛ it’s better that you don’t get involved. ❜

❛ i’d do anything to make you stay. ❜

❛ who cares if it bleeds. ❜

❛ is this what you think love is? ❜

❛ just breathe through it. it gets easier. ❜

❛ don’t pretend that you cared about me. ❜

❛ i’m starting to think you like wasting my time. ❜

❛ we wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me. ❜

❛ i will never, ever, give you a moment’s peace. ❜

❛ the world doesn’t hate us. but it doesn’t love us either. ❜

❛ it hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time. ❜

❛ a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. ❜

❛ it’s safer to be feared, than loved. ❜

❛ am i not good enough for you? ❜

❛ a burnt child loves the fire. ❜

❛ i’m tired of dying. ❜

❛ what if you hurt because it feels good? ❜

❛ don’t try to fix me, i’m not broken. ❜

❛ if you want me to die, you can just say so. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be afraid of who you are. ❜

❛ that line disappears once you cross it. ❜

❛ how can i believe you after all you’ve done? ❜

❛ i won’t let you forget about me. ❜

❛ the person you once knew me as, died. ❜

❛ are you going to leave me again? ❜

❛ i have nothing i could offer you. ❜

❛ no one is going to save you. no one can. ❜

❛ maybe you’re / i’m already dead. ❜ 

❛ you have blood on your hands. ❜

❛ what, can’t take a punch? ❜

❛ i’m your mind giving you someone to talk to. ❜

❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜

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Let magistrate astarion ruin ur life… for free :)

[dreadspawn]

act i. 　──　　the pale elf & the blood minstrel. ( 3/4 )

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act i. 　──　　a beautiful death.

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act i. 　──　　the pale elf & the blood minstrel. ( 2/4 )

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act i. 　──　　the pale elf & the blood minstrel. ( 1/4 )

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this is how I view , @dreadspawn.

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thinking about how Astarion prayed to all the gods to save him from Cazador’s torment and none answered, so he became desperate enough to pray to the dead 3 and not long after…. A bhaalspawn saves his life.

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“ go in peace, seedlings. and know that you made one whose heart was long quiet, 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐖. ” act iii.    ⸻   love eternal or doomed eternally. 𝔄𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔄𝔫𝔠𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔫, 1268dr. ╱ 夏斐, dreadspawn.

[whydoihavetoart]

good soup