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an ancient text, written on dry, cracking paper. its cover is inscribed with every holy symbol you've ever seen and some you haven't. beware its cold beauty. beware its charm. beware its curse. ᶜᵃʳʳᵈ🗡

#pinned.

racointeur

independent, private, & mutually exclusive blog for original characters set within the forgotten realms universe. extremely low & sporadic activity. general roleplay etiquette applies. loved & adored by bee. 27. he/him. minors do not interact. nsfw & mature content will be present. previously known as baldursgte. muse list can be found here.

#𝔦𝔦. oocᅳ promos!#ohhh the talent✨

glasyanfire

‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ─── I AM OBSCENE TO YOU, BUT TO MYSELF I SIMPLY AM ❞

A PRIVATE & MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE PORTRAYAL OF GRIER RAVENHEEL, THE PROTAGONIST OF BALDUR'S GATE 3. A HELLFIRE WARLOCK UNDER GLASYA'S PATRONAGE. KNOWN TO BE AN INFERNAL VIXEN AND YOUR MOST CHARMING TROUBLEMAKER. canon adjacent & headcanon based. dark, nsfw, triggering content present. as ensorcelled by mor [ 21+, she/her, eest ]

#𝔦𝔦. oocᅳ promos!#THIS IS GORGEOUS

studiodrafts

gustave scoffs at the mention of an audience , looking over his shoulder to see the rest of their companions busy with their own personal activities. no one has given it any thought that the paladin is speaking to the vampire , but there will definitely be questions & raised eyebrows come the morning once they retreat from his tent. the paladin feels the pressure rising , as well as astarion's hunger too ━━ his crimson eyes now dip down to stare at his neck , not that he can blame him for it , but the look of him is both intimidating & strangely attractive too. no one has ever looked at gustave in such a way , but then again he hasn't had much opportunity to spend much time with others before the worms invaded their heads. ❝ they will talk about us tomorrow , so i hope you're prepared. ❞ a little jest to ease the growing tension between them , but he knows his pulse fails him. he has no intentions of backing down now , but it doesn't erase his nerves in the slightest.

the paladin takes the lead , lifting the front of his tent so that astarion can enter in first. he is , after all , a gentleman first & foremost ━━ just because he's about to be fed on doesn't mean he can't show some manners to a somewhat guest. thanks to all his experience setting up tents & spending time out in the wilderness , he does a pretty damn good job making his space feel comfortable & cozy. it's still not glamorous by any means , but at the very least it leaves enough room for both him & astarion to be comfortable for tonight. once they're both inside , gustave begins to shed off his armor , not really caring that the vampire was there to see him. it's not as though he was nude under all the metal he dons , but even still his cheeks glow a light crimson , one he is unsure if astarion can notices under the dim light of the fire of his torch.

❝ there. ❞ when the final piece of his armor is removed , he's left with his protective padded clothing , though that would not be comfortable for him to keep on wearing for what they intend to do. ❝ i'll have to ask you to turn around now , astarion , ❞ gustave playfully jests as his fingers make a circular motion , waiting until his crimson eyes have averted so he can change into his more comfortable camp clothes that will serve him much better here. perhaps he changes a little too quickly , clearly both nervous , yet excited for what he's about to experience. never has the possibility of death ever been so enticing , but it's only because astarion is the one to bestow this kiss of death , though if he's not careful , it could be the final one he ever experiences. that's alright , gustave thinks , the risk is worth it. ❝ alright , you can look , ❞ gustave offers , already moving to lay across his bedroll on his back , looking up at astarion with baited breath. ❝ is this how you want me ? ❞ brows raised , hands folded atop his stomach. ❝ perhaps there is a certain way you like your prey to be positioned. simply guide me to how you need me. as i said , i'll do as you desire. just promise me i'll live to see tomorrow & you can begin whenever you are ready. ❞

palespawn

“ oh, i'm sure i'll get over it, ” astarion jests in turn. he could care less what their companions think about this newfound arrangement. well, so long as it didn't get him killed. this likely held more repercussions for gustave than it did for him, anyhow. everyone knew his nature, or assumed, rather. as for the paladin's... he was more of a mystery underneath all that armor and righteousness, astarion wagered. that only made what they were about to do all the more thrilling. he had half expected gustave to chicken out once he gestured to a more comfortable locale. so, consider him well and truly surprised when he bids him enter first.

“ aren't we the gentleman? ” he offers gustave a sly grin as he ducks under the doorway and enters his tent. the first thing he notices is that it's roomier than his own, albeit only so much for two. the second, is that it is entirely gustave, from what astarion has gleaned of him thus far. they each added their own flare to their makeshift abodes, even out here; and complain as he might whenever they had to pack up, move, and set up all over again... he would take camping out in the middle of nowhere with what cheap trinkets he had claimed for himself, over where he came from. as for this space, it's comfortable, and that was all that mattered at the end of the day. in the meantime, he can do little else but stand there and watch, as gustave begins to shed his armor. not that he's complaining, mind you. he is certainly a sight to see, illuminated by the warm glow of candlelight amidst the shadow of night. so, imagine his disappointment when gustave requests he avert his gaze. “ turn around? tsk, and here i thought you were putting on a show just for me, ” still, he does as asked, arms crossed and all. the tent wall was hardly as enjoyable to look at. “ you're entirely too modest, darling, i'm sure it's nothing i haven't seen before. ”

a single finger taps against his arm almost restlessly as he waits, the sounds of rustling fabric and the slight irregular beat of gustave's heart touching his ears again. once permitted to face him, he's delighted to find the man already on his back, as if he were a banquet laid out solely for him. the thought amuses him, captured by the corners of his mouth and devious glint in his eyes. he shifts closer, coming to kneel beside him. his prey. he hadn't thought to call him that out loud, but it was more or less what he was now, wasn't it? astarion chuckles lightly, his words purposefully layeredᅳ because causing gustave to flush was becoming something of a favourite pastime of his. “ mm, i do like them eager. on your back is exactly how i want you, ” if he did get carried away, then, well. gustave wasn't at risk of collapsing and injuring himself, he supposed. his gaze traces down to gustave's throat once again, unable to stop himself. he could practically see the movement of his pulse. “ cross my heart, i won't take anymore than i need, ” astarion leans in then, close enough that he can feel the man's breath on his skin, feel the heat of his body beneath his own. “ all you have to do is lay back and relax... ” he felt consumed by his own nerves suddenly, his own desperation for a taste, his voice trailing off. the hunger. his first. it overrode any logical thought.

astarion could feel the ache in his gums, the ache in his stomach. he could waste no more time. a hand skirted up to cup the opposite side of gustave's neck, his teeth suddenly grazing the skin of his jugular. the tips of his fangs are mere pinpricks, before they sink in all at once. what he tastes immediately is unlike any creature he has fed on before, it's overwhelming and startingly rich. it's fuller, and so satisfying, in a way words could not explain. addictive. the hand on gustave's neck drops to his shoulder and grabs hold, tightens, as the rush of his blood threatens to wipe away astarion's rational mind just as swiftly.

#studiodrafts #𝔦𝔦. harken close & beware the vampyrᅳ act i.#i suddenly remembered i have tags #also small text now #the storm is here gustave brace yourself #and who w ould astarion be if he didnt throw in 498798457 innuendos #godspeed

the real heartbreak in this game is when lump doesn't ask for a lick

#u dont wanna sample my beefcake tav i'm crushed.......#ig i didn't summon him enough times 😔#𝔦𝔦. ooc.#anyway who said that #(ive been playing bg3 instead of being here ill admit it)#(writing on the weekend 🤞)

morbidstallion

astarion reaction meme be upon you

#𝔦𝔦. the pale elfᅳ reflection.#i will be using this mor tysm for your service

WHICH TRAGIC LOVE STORY ARE YOU?

anna karenina & count vronsky [leo tolstoy]: you’re restless at heart, someone who craves more than the mundane and often feels trapped by routine. love, for you, is a kind of escape. for you, it's an intoxicating rush that pulls you out of boredom and makes life feel urgent again. you’re drawn to beauty, elegance, and the thrill of doing something you’re not supposed to. people may call you fickle, but really you’re searching for something bigger than yourself, a spark that makes life feel worth living. you have a tendency to chase intensity and then struggle with what comes after, when reality sinks back in. still, you’re not built for smallness, you burn too brightly for that.

tagged by: @sarastuss 🤍 tagging: @studiodrafts, @krohft, @baroviana, @promeheus, @rvolving, @burynot, @lycaea, @cirkled, @osculumabmor, @baldursgte, & whoever sees this!

#𝔦𝔦. the pale elfᅳ study.#INCHRESTING #very inchresting #im not familiar with the story but #looking at this thru a trauma lens ofc cause i cant help myself #(also for my multi babes pls go with whoever u have most muse for)

how about ❛ i wish to leave, go far away. and i’d like you to come with me. ❜ OR ❛ i won’t let them take you, you know that? ❜ from halsin (:

“ you speak as though that's the simplest thing in the world, ” it felt like a pipe dream. leaving together. they were so close to the end of their journey, to finishing all of this. which meant death was just as intimate, as inevitable. halsin, much like their other un-tadpoled companions at least had a shot of a normal life should they see this through. who knew what the cards held in store for him. a life whiled away in the shadows, or a mind flayer. if he was lucky, he would be put out of his misery before that happened. by some miracle, he would be cured of both. perhaps that was another pipe dream.

astarion shifted from the water trough, settling his wrung cloth down a moment despite the blood smears that remained. there was a time he would have laughed at the offer; run off into the wilderness, sleep under the stars, listen to the inane ramblings of a balance-obsessed druid and the likeᅳ horrifying.

yet, with their final days looming, he could picture it well enough. just the two of them. it would be peaceful, at the very least. he could play pretend. “ if i'm to wake at dawn to commune with birds, or subjected to daily lectures about the balance of nature, i might consider walking directly into the sea, mind you, ” he turned to face halsin fully now, an amused albeit fond curl to his lips as he approached him. his fingers raised to fiddle with the oak emblem on halsin's tunic, his palm then settling over it as he lifted his gaze.

“ but, so long as you're asking me to go with you... i think i would like that. ” @rvolving.

#rvolving #going with the first one becAUSE #𝔦𝔦. inboxᅳ received.#nat what if i died

baldursgte-arc

@palespawn / cont.

"Thank you so much for your vote of confidence, Astarion. What would I do without you?" Despite the sarcasm that grips her words, there's an air of amusement there too. Octavia isn't too devastated by the outcome of this encounter. It could have gone better, yes, but it could have gone worse too. None of her friends are severely injured or worse, & they do know a little more about this cursed land than they did before. The positives— she's great at finding those! Her hands shake instinctively to rid of the excess blood that clings to them & she huffs out a breath.

Covered in gore she might never be able to wash off herself is certainly not where she pictured herself all those times anyone asked where she thought she'd be years down the line. Take away the shadows that cling to every crevice of the place & The Waning Moon could have been a place she would be found playing her lute & bringing joy to a crowd. The shadows have swallowed this place whole, though, & Tav is not so sure she's that same girl anymore.

She shakes away the thought & turns to face her vampire companion, a hand resting on her hip. "If you wish to keep telling me of how horribly I've failed, can you do so on the walk back to camp? I could use a bath or two, and a drink that's not from behind that bar." Her hands shoo him toward the door, mouth curling with her own amusement.

palespawn

astarion does not deign to respond, although, his amusement is palpable. the pile of gore where the waning moon's engorged bartender once stood was beginning to stink of rotting meat and something beyond comprehension, which was saying something considering the ambling decaying patrons. he was just thankful he had managed to dodge the majority of it. rare was the day he returned to camp semi-clean.

“ oh, don't tempt me with a good time, ” he chuckled, all the while being shooed from the dilapidated establishment and back out into the shadows. “ ugh, i don't think i can stomach a beverage after that horrid display. if that wasn't gluttony in human- well, whatever form you want to call it, i don't know what is, ” it was a wonder one could become so distended to the point of bursting, but, well, there was quite evidently a first for everything.

“ just when you think you've seen it all, ” with a wistful sigh, astarion continued on towards camp, eager to be rested. he ducked under an extended, wiry branch and avoided tripping over raised cobblestones, briefly wondering what the town of reithwin had looked like in it's heyday. “ ... so, what have we learned after this little venture of ours today? ”

#baldursgte #im excited to write with you too!!!#love some shenanigans in the shadow cursed lands

artisanals

erik does not deign to react this time, now that the path stretches before him. these forests were only vaguely reminiscent of home, ( of a home you'd departed long ago ). less pine, softer soil that retained more of the moisture. not the hard-packed earth and pine needles. not the dusting of snow and the frost nipping at the plants that grew. ( and with far more solitude than this ).

mental escape was complicated and heavy, but it was either thoughts of a home since-abandoned, or to be at the mercy — or lack thereof — of his singular conversational partner. ❛ sure, you'd like that, wouldn't you ? ❜ erik answered too quickly, without thinking. it was a lucky thing the other could not spot the wolf's reaction to his own voice, the barest pink dusting over his scowl. ❛ i consider you an inconvenience, how's that ? ❜ better.

palespawn

“ oh, i don't know. would i? i suppose there's only one way to find out, ” astarion responded as quickly in turn, a natural flirtation that had him grinning from ear to ear. a shame he could not see erik's expression to know it's effect. regardless, the tactless comment had seen him as unruffled as before. he has certainly gotten on his back for less, so, another scathing remark mattered not. although, he wondered if the bottomless well of vitriol was in fact bottomless.

“ an "inconvenience?" oh, come off it. that's hardly news, ” astarion scoffed with a roll of his eyes. “ although, it is rather tragic, isn't it? here i was, positively dying to be your worst decision yet, ” he chimed, nonchalant, despite the amusing deviation in conversation. “ it wouldn't kill you to loosen up every now and again. have a little fun, ” or maybe it just might.

#artisanals #ERIK......... blushing..............#screenshotting this #this one's for the history books

goryhorroor

interview with the vampire (2022-) i like bats (1985) shadowhunters (2016-2019) fright night part 2 (1988) ginger snaps (2000) lust for a vampire (1971)

#𝔦𝔦. the pale elfᅳ study.#ty loaf for sending me the goods

if you see a picture of a man in a loose, flowy white blouse, lying down under the sun in a field of flowers & reading a novel that's actually astarion btw

#leave him there for enrichment purposes etc #whenever that aesthetic crosses my fyp i nod #cause ykw hell yeah #the duality of man #𝔦𝔦. the pale elfᅳ study.#he might complain about insects later but dw about it #anyway i'm still sick!!!!!!!!! and at home today so i might try & write

burynot

astarion.

" whatever did happen to the ways of teleportation? rifts? portals? no? " he did suppose the last time he dabbled with time altering magic, the world almost collapsed into itself. the idea of skipping the walk through dreadful weather like a line of lost ducklings remained tempting. the back of his hand swept stray droplets from his cheek; a futile effort, for they simply kept coming. " mm. my hair does remain near perfect no matter the sky's conditions, good luck with that one. " with that, another sweep through darkened locks, some strays plastered beautifully along his forehead. he would have much, much more to say, if it weren't so damn cold.

" no need, my dear, this is what perfectly placed and capable mage hands are for. " he stifled his amusement, whatever was left of it upon the missing presence once by his side. turning on mud-caked heel, dorian offered an extended arm that flexed and braced for added weight. " rather deceptive, these puddles, it looks like you could right about go swimming in this one. " voice strained a tad as he leaned back, using the better half of gravity to aid in few second rescue. he waited, his grip tightening a fraction to ensure all was right in the way of balance, before letting go. " if it helps any, i'm pretty sure i'm the only one who noticed. "

palespawn

he's almost positive dorian being the only one to notice was somehow worse, but that was a thought for a later time. when he was not currently knee-deep in filth. astarion considered the offered arm, gaze lingering just enough to betray his reluctance before he took it with what scrap of dignity remained. “ if i disappear into the mud entirely, i expect dramatics and tearful mourning, ” he attempted to wrest his foot free with dorian's support, his boot releasing with a disgusting, wet squelch. great, the stains would no doubt take an age to come out. if they would at all.

“ gods, a puddle, really, ” astarion muttered with a huff, hands sliding down his front in a futile attempt to rid himself of splashed up dirt. “ mm, your discretion is appreciated. now lets get out of this rain, shall we? before i make even more of a fool of myself. go on, conjure one of those portals you mentioned. or whatever it is you mages do. ”

#burynot #LETS BRING DORIAN SKJGKJG #whip out that time altering magic dorian #what could go wrong

osculumabmor

@palespawn cont.

in the past hour, they had killed a bunch of beasts, so there is no question that astarion is just as wicked with the intelligent races. thus, grier places a hand on her hip and tilts her head as if to ask if he's serious but manages not to roll her eyes. she suspects he knows what she means, but he is avoiding the topic.

fine then, she will rub salt into the wound. it would please her greatly.

❝ the gory details do not excite me as much as you might think. i see plenty of you in fights. it's why you're with me, ❞ she starts from there, making it known he is watched. everyone is, and as a fellow killer, grier may even admire their technique. ❝ i meant with your fangs, tiger. how many have you sucked dry ? and does a body grow stiff faster once it's drained of all blood ? ❞ her two-toned eyes are large — sparkled with genuine curiosity. ❝ which race would you say is the tastiest ? which has the most blood ? ❞

palespawn

“ before our merry little band was established, i wasn't permitted to suck people dry, as you say, ” well, not in the sense she was implying, anyway. “ it was against the rules. if i was found to be so much as thinking of the act, cazador would see me whipped and tortured, so, you can imagine my hesitation, ” astarion scoffed, his expression suddenly sullen and irritable at the thought of his old master. his opportunity to feed now was broader in a sense, however, battle was hardly the appropriate time to drain a body of blood in its entirety. not when he would likely be run through with arrows or a greatsword. nevertheless...

“ ... yes, to your second question, but that would simply be common sense, now, wouldn't it, darling? ” a tease lingered, as if he was pouring over a routine city survey. despite the twinkle in her eye, he wondered whether this stemmed solely from curiosity or something more. he would be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued by her fascination, if not somewhat thrilled to have her undivided attention.

“ and, oh, i would have no idea. i imagine elves to be more... cultivated. tieflings might have a dash of spice. although, i am curious about orcs. they've big hearts, strong circulation. i wouldn't have to feed for a week, no doubt, ” astarion glanced down at his fingers, turning them over to study his nailbeds and ignoring the resounding pang of hunger. “ if the purpose of this conversation was to make me hungry, you've succeeded. now, does that answer all of your questions, or do you have more stashed away in that wonderfully macabre head of yours? ”

#osculumabmor #that's gotta be such a disappointing response #just a baby vamp and his fantasies

8nin

you have gross perverted thoughts about me?? that's so sweet

#𝔦𝔦. the pale elfᅳ study.#(ꈍᴗꈍ)#be here soon...

❛ i can’t believe this. ❜ (shadowheart)

a shattered sharran reliquary was hardly beyond belief, but to a devotee, that might be asking too much.

“ come now, really? this is unbelievable? ” they had visited defiled selûnite outposts and githyanki-infested lathander monasteries. in an age where religions were pitted against one another and gods and goddesses fought for their chosen like hyenas fighting over scrap meat, it was by no means surprising to see.

“ what could your beloved goddess have possibly done to deserve such desecration, i wonder? ” astarion brought a finger up to tap, tap, tap at his chin in feigned thought. “ hm. people like to destroy beautiful things, you know. usually for the promise of gold, sometimes just for fun... more often than not, because they're idiots, ” he edged towards the cleric to get a closer look, a mite curious himself as to what the reliquary had once housed.

“ although, smashing a religious artefact, and a sharran one at that, without knowing if it's cursed? i must admit, it's almost impressively reckless. ” @favoriteache.

#favoriteache #𝔦𝔦. inboxᅳ received.#sorry shadowheart 👉 👈

studiodrafts

a picture of virtue ? the paladin scoffs at the very idea. astarion is moreso the vision of temptation dangling before gustave like a carrot on a stick. you wouldn't think such a sight would be so enticing , but gustave has found he is more hungry than he'd like to admit. there's nothing wrong with a hunt shared between friends , especially when it comes to finding rations to avoid the feeding of innocent people. it's not a risk to his oath to be there to assist astarion should he need it , but he knows deep down that the vampire could be a problem later on , especially where his oath is concerned. the paladin's stark view on the rules has made it difficult for others to get close simply because of his own terrible work ethic , but now with death on the horizon thanks to the illithid curse , gustave finds himself more lenient on the rules than ever before. he still wants to keep his oath , but he also wants to enjoy life while he has it. if they fail their mission & eventually succumb to their worms in the end , he doesn't want to regret not making those choices he had only ever dreamed about. he never dreamed of getting close to a vampire of all people , but that's what makes it a bit exciting , doesn't it ?

a daring thought approaches gustave's mind , & rather than keep it hidden & buried where no one can see , he decides to test the vampire's curiosity ━━ let's see what he thinks of this choice. ❝ i'm happy to prevent a sloppy display by going into the forest with you , ❞ he begins softly , his smile verging on mischievous , though the crimson color in his cheeks betray him. ❝ however , there is another option. perhaps we could avoid a dangerous walk into the forest altogether. perhaps . . . i allow you to feed on me. ❞ he almost can't believe he allowed the words to leave his lips , doing his best not to appear nervous . . . & failing miserable. ❝ of course , you'd have to promise that you won't take too much of me. i would like to live & not become another victim at your hands. ❞ a step is taken , slowly closing the gap between them , but not quite. up this close , gustave can see the vampire's features on full display. the pale color of his skin , the crimson of his eyes. what did he look like before he was bitten , he wonders. ❝ of course , the forest is still an option , if you prefer it. make your choice & i will do as you desire. ❞ a risky statement to make , but gustave makes it anyway. his body is close to shuddering visibly from the anticipation of it all. what will astarion choose ? if he feeds off him , will he be kind ? does that even matter ?

palespawn

astarion's brow shot up towards his hairline. an ultimatum so soon into the game... he almost felt spoiled. the answer was obvious, of course, but he could not help the tiny sliver of doubt that had wormed it's way into his mind. nevermind the actual worm. he almost had the gall to ask why. why was gustave practically presenting himself on a silver platter, just like that? all willingly, and rosy-cheeked. within the circle of the firelight, his once easy smirk had dissolved into a strange stillness. this was too easy... fortunately, he had never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

his eyes, naturally, fell to the paladin's neck. they lingered there, on the soft hollow, the pulse point just below his jawline. he could not deny the sight was mouth-watering. that had never been in question. he had spent far too much time wondering if his blood would taste as good as it's fragrant scent. “ how... generous of you, ” his voice dipped, regrettably, into a near-genuine fragility that had been vacant from his usual persona. unbeknownst to the man, he had never fed on another thinking creature before. the temptation had crossed his mind nigh on every night since their crash-landing on the nautiloid. he had only refrained by the skin of his teethᅳ another night's passing might have seen that temptation reach tipping point. not that gustave needed to know.

“ if it means i'll avoid muddying my boots, by all means, ” an offer like this was one in a million, no doubt. there remained a fleeting flicker of hesitancy in his eyes, that which he swiftly brushed off with a pointed glance to gustave's tent. “ you strike me as a man who enjoys his privacy. perhaps we ought to... relocate, before the others catch wind. unless of course, you don't mind an audience, ” his amusement replaced his oscillating thoughts, his hand gesturing to gustave's tent if his stare hadn't been so obvious. his tent was rather lacking in comparison, void of any homeliness one might expect. “ shall we? ”

#studiodrafts #damn gustave you're just gonna SPOIL HIM like that #he caught him so off guard with that proposal iklagnmkjg #& so the corruption begins 𓁹‿𓁹

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