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[ritualspawn]

𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑳𝑺𝑷𝑨𝑾𝑵: an independent, selective, mutuals only blog for bg3's astarion ancunín. 18+ only. prev astarlcn.

written by rue. she/they, 30, gmt. sporadic activity, with replies queued during periods of high activity.

CARRD. | MEMES. | IN. | INTERACTION CALLS.

WIRE: ritualspawn | MULTI: @ohsunshine

please heed the content warnings, which are below the cut:

abuse, torture, captivity, starvation, slavery, blood, gore, scars, issues with consent, body image and self-worth.

[ohsunshine-moving]

❝ we could touch sunflakes — i wonder how they'd feel. ❞

ohsunshine:

an independent, mutuals only, 18+ multimuse blog, featuring muses from a variety of media.

written by rue. 30, she/they, gmt.

[ritualspawn]

i'm a curly hair ⭐️ion truther btw. when he grows it out post-canon? oh, he has the most lusciously curly hair.

[ritualspawn]

INTERACTION CALLS: unsure how to get something started with me? start with the links below. there's no expiration on the calls or memes, so feel free to like/send things in no matter how old they are.

inbox call meme tag plotting call starter call

[ritualspawn]

rip ast.arion you would've loved car.ly ra.e je.psen

[ritualspawn]

❝ this place reeks of death, and i want to feel alive again. ❞

𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑳𝑺𝑷𝑨𝑾𝑵:

an indie, selective, 18+ only portrayal of astarion ancunín, of larian's baldur's gate 3. please heed the content warnings in my pinned post.

written by rue. 30, she/they, gmt.

[ofweave]

sisyphus peered into the mist a stone's throw from the PRECIPICE, paused—

#OFWEAVE : an independent and selective (20+) roleplay blog for the wizard of waterdeep, gale dekarios (baldur's gate 3 / larian studios).

—did he JUMP or did he FALL as he gazed into the maw of the morning mist?

[ritualspawn]

lyric starter / @ofweave

"I was alone so long, I didn't even know that I was lonely." It's a heavy admission, sighed over the rim of his heavy silver goblet long after the sun has set. Astarion sets it aside without drinking and shoots Gale a look, one that suggests he's just barely restraining himself from rolling his eyes.

This honesty is still so new. It tastes strange in his mouth – strange, but not unpleasant. It's an acquired taste, but one that he'll have to get used to.

"I'm sure you can relate, can't you?" He give in to the urge and finally rolls his eyes, a concession to the strangeness of his comment. "Horrible business, isn't it? Feelings." It's said with the same inflection that someone might spit out an insult. "I'm grateful, though. To the others, to you. Though if you tell them, I might have to kill you."

[ritualspawn]

anyway ody.sseus and ath.ena in ep.ic the musical are ga.le and mys.tra coded. to me.

[rvolving]

@astarlcn: ‘ i've seen things here i've never seen anywhere else. ’ for yusuf ( "the island dwellers" prompts; accepting )

it's cold out here, despite the sun having managed to break through the canopy of leaves not so long ago. though yusuf supposes a creature as cold-blooded as astarion won't mind. the wood he's been chopping is for the humans' benefit. it's simple labour of the sort yusuf finds himself leaning into gladly, to feel his every muscle brimming with life, to provide comfort for those dearest to him. that astarion has joined him, if only to stand closeby and offer his running commentary, must mean he's either drawn to yusuf's company, or repelled by the company of the rest of them. it might be both.

                   when the last log's succumbed to his axe, he drives it into the chopping block for safe-keeping. he wipes his forehead on his upper arm, starts undoing his gloves. if he were anyone else, he'd be feeling his back tomorrow. ❝ i'm assuming you don't mean the charms of rustic living. ❞ astarion's snide like he's always snide, but there's enough of a hint of wonderment underneath to pick up on what he really means. it's just the two of them, here, where it's safe for astarion to air what's been eating at him. yusuf considers him with the same compassion he holds for all living beings, breathing or otherwise. ❝ does it make you uncomfortable? ❞

[ritualspawn]

These days, Astarion spends as much time in the sun as he can. Even when it's cold, even when rain wars in the sky with the sun, he finds himself drifting outside to find somewhere to sit where he can feel the rays - weak though they are - on his skin. Why wouldn't he? Two centuries he spent under the shroud of night, he's got a lot of time to make up for.

It doesn't hurt that, today, Yusuf is outside, too. Astarion doesn't follow him about like a lost duckling, but he certainly doesn't choose to spend time with the others alone yet either. He's perfectly happy in his own company if Yusuf is unavailable to act as a buffer between himself and the others.

Yusuf's comment about rustic living makes him snort and he lifts one shoulder in a dismissive shrug. None of this feels familiar to him, so he assumes that he wasn't the rural sort before moving to the city.

"You and I have different definitions of what's charming," he replies, graciously picking up one of the smaller chunks of log to ferry back into the cottage. He wrinkles his nose at the texture and threat of splinters. Next time, he'll leave the hard work entirely to Yusuf.

"But no, that's not what I meant." He makes no move to head back to the cottage as he mulls over what he wants to say next, picking his words with care. "Your -- family, I suppose."

He considers Yusuf's question for long enough that it's safe to assume he's being honest when he answers. "No. It doesn't make me uncomfortable. It makes me angry. I could have had that, I deserve it as much as you, and instead I was saddled with -" He waves a hand with the air of swatting a particularly bothersome fly. "Well, you know."

Astarion hasn't told Yusuf everything, that's not enough time in the day and he doesn't want to recount it all, but he's told him enough in bits and pieces, some intentional and some not.

"Even you, sweet as you are, I think you'd be angry were our positions reversed. Don't judge me for it. I don't resent you - much."

[ritualspawn]

9, 29 & 30 !!

munday asks!!!

9. did you have muse you tried to play, but ended up dropping for various reasons? (the rpc wasn’t active, you lost interest, etc)

i pretty regularly pick up new muses over on my multi and it's probably about 50/50 on whether they stick around. tbh for me, whether i keep them around depends almost entirely on whether people actually want to interact with them. that being said, i wrote and enjoyed writing millie from mid.night mass for a while but now for like. real life reasons, she's one that i don't think i can't go near. there's also a handful of others that i wrote so much that i feel like i explored everything i wanted to explore with them (dream, from san.dman).

29. what are your honest thought about your muse’s canon?

oh no. listen. it's a wonderful game and i loved playing it (eventually) BUT i don't care about the wider lore in general. there's too much of it and my memory is Bad so i've retained probably a fraction of what's actually established. when i play, i'm very much there for the characters over the world i think.

as for as.tarion's story more specifically. i love it. it's wonderfully written and acted and hits a lot of like. beats that i really enjoy in characters (performance vs actual personality, overcoming trauma, breaking/perpetuating cycles, finding meaningful relationships outside of Bad Circumstances, discovery of self etc etc etc. anyone who knows me from other blogs, don't look at me. i have a type.).

30. what are your favorite RP tropes to play? (angst, hurt-comfort, etc…)

i looove angst but also resolving the angst and the fallout of it. i really love uhh building (not just romantic) relationships too which isn't necessarily a trope but something i've been thinking about a lot recently. one of my favourite things to play with is characters who clearly have a long history but their canon doesn't really give you much beyond a few vague hints oughaaaa when you get a good partner that you can bounce ideas off with that sort of thing and incorporate little nuggets in your writing phew excellent stuff 😚👌🏻

[rpdepartment]

munday asks!!!

at what age did you start RPing?

do you RP anywhere else, other than tumblr?

on what platform did you start RPing?

what made you choose this muse?

is there any other muse in this fandom you RP?

is there any other muse in this fandom you’d like to RP?

is there a muse you played on more platforms or in different moments of your life? 

did you have a muse you tried to play, but didn’t feel connected to?

did you have muse you tried to play, but ended up dropping for various reasons? (the rpc wasn’t active, you lost interest, etc)

would you be interested into playing a crossover? if yes, do you have any limits?

would you be interested into playing with doubles? 

what do you think about AUs?

what do you think about OCs?

what do you think about roleplaying with personals?

what do you think about roleplaying with anons?

what’s the best way to approach you to start playing together?

what was your first muse?

did you ever play a muse for more than a year?

do you have ship bias?

what’s a ship you don’t want to roleplay at all with this muse? (except Bad Illegal And Gross Stuff, of course)

what do you think of your muse’s popular fandom ship?

what do you think of your muse’s canon ship, if they have one?

would you play a OC x canon ship?

would you play a crossover ship?

do you play smut? do you play it only with characters you’re shipping with, or are you open for “one night stands”?

are you multiship?

are you interested into poly relationships for your muse?

is your muse canon divergent in any way?

what are your honest thought about your muse’s canon?

what are your favorite RP tropes to play? (angst, hurt-comfort, etc…)

do you regularly play crack?

do you regularly do dash commentaries?

what are your thoughts on dash commentary?

what are your thoughts on reblog karma?

if you aren’t a native english speaker, do you play in your first language too?

do you feel similar to your muse in any way?

do you feel different to your muse in any way?

what’s the best inspiration for your muse?

what’s a song that reminds you of your muse?

[ OBLIGATORY FREE SPACE!!! Ask anything you’d like! ]

[ritualspawn]

astarlcn -> ritualspawn

[rvolving]

absurdly, there's a flash of déjà-vu: the memory of someone else under his protection, someone equally careful to keep up a cocky facade. of course you'd want me, everyone wants me. the parallel, even if only imagined, endears astarion to stewy in a way he'll have to keep in check. if nine signs out of ten say the spawn's fled with the intention never to return again, there's still a ten percent chance stewy's getting fucked, and by a fucking relic of a man, no less. no fucking way. until he's figured out the numbers, this will remain purely transactional. (even if it's not the type of transaction astarion's expected. vile, honestly.)

                   ❝ you've not figured it out yourself? that's a shame. ❞ you struck me as such a clever boy, he doesn't say. his disappointment's thinly veiled, purely performative. if he's going to prod, he'll do so strictly to judge astarion's character a little better. (how far will the parallels go?) ❝ trust me, you're not here because i'd get off on hearing the sob story of every fucking spawn in this town. ❞

                   just as much as it's transactional, this exchange, it comes off as business-like. even with immortality stretching out before him, stewy's not one to waste his time: he'll show his interest, but he will not be wasteful. the spawn best remember that no matter his potential usefulness, he will not be stewy's first priority. ❝ you're here because you're here, instead of with your master. that's unusual enough to draw attention. not a big fan of the man myself, you see. ❞ he puts this simply, a truth that's self-evident. does cazador have any fans left, really? instead of giving up any details, the implication's in the way stewy regards him, coolly and unmoved: there's a path towards toppling cazador for good, if astarion wants to follow it. ❝ if i scratch your back, surely you won't be opposed to scratching mine. figuratively speaking. ❞

[ritualspawn]

Stewy's given him so little to clue him into why he's here, yet his faint disappointment stings. Astarion isn't stupid. He knows people – and that includes vampires, spawn and true alike. What he doesn't know is why Stewy's interested in him, if not for the same reason as everyone else is interested in him. Oh, he'll figure it out, he's smart like that, but he needs a moment to reassess, to think, and –

Oh, Stewy all but spells it out for him. Thank God, because Astarion was coming up with nothing.

His master. It seems that Cazador hasn't endeared himself to his fellow true vampire. It's hardly surprising; he tends to keep to himself, as far as Astarion could tell, but it's interesting that Stewy's so open about his dislike. It could be a lie, he thinks, some falsified thing that they 'share' – but Astarion doesn't think so. ( Not least because it's impossible to believe that anyone would like Cazador. )

With a sharp smile, Astarion tilts his head, leaning in conspiratorially. "I understand," he agrees, fiddling with Stewy's collar for a moment as if to smooth it down even though it's already impeccably pressed and neat. He needs something to do with his hands, and touching someone else is second nature.

The silence hangs heavily between them as Astarion weighs up his options, and Stewy himself. What he sees there – rich, powerful, handsome, suave – he decides that he likes. He wouldn't throw his lot in with someone likely to let him down, but Stewy might just have the power and influence to pull this off.

"I'm very interested in scratching your back," he replies, smoothing his hand down Stewy's lapel. He withdraws, adjusting his own cuffs. "Although I'd love to know why you've got it out for him, so to speak. I'm not interested in being a pawn in a mere pissing match, darling, I'm worth more than that. Why aren't you such a fan of the man yourself?"

[ritualspawn]

INFESTATION - what does your muse think of bugs? are they squeamish?

Uncomfortable Headcanons based on The Magnus Archives

hates them! hates them! yes he's squeamish and he hates bugs! no he wouldn't still love you if you were a worm, he'd probably squish you, sorry about it. mites and gnats are the worst. ugh, so annoying. mosquitoes get an honourable mention – if you really want to piss him off, compare him to one.

i think there's a line at some point (i forgor when) about how he fed on vermin and insects but idk how that works unless they've got big big bugs or he was just. eating the whole thing so whatever.

[ritualspawn]

6. one muse kisses the other on their hand or wrist . ( @peacereflected / [ from keanu ; he's being chivalrous <3 ])

Astarion isn't expecting it, the ticklish brush of lips over the tender skin of his inner wrist. As aloof as Astarion likes to think that he is, he cannot hide his surprise, the slight widening of his eyes, a faint parting of his lips. Usually, he's the one on the charm offensive, not the one on the receiving end of it.

If he'd been able to, he might have blushed. As it is, he smiles, but it's sharp, almost suspicious, rather than soft and pleased. It does soften after a moment, a conscious effort, though, not genuine emotion.

"To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" he asks, arching an eyebrow and using the same hand to gently cup Keanu's jaw to guide him to look at him. "Flattery will get you everywhere, darling, but so will speaking your mind. Tell me: what is it you want?"

[ritualspawn]

The sun is beginning to set over the rooftops of the city, but Astarion has found a patch grass where the sunlight lingers until the sun itself disappears behind the horizon. Sunrise and sunset are his favourite times of day; he often wakes up early and watches the dark night sky go from deep blue to pale pink to orange to bright, beautiful blue. In the evenings, when he can, he removes himself from the group to watch the reverse, the sky going from bright blue to deep purple via blood red, burnt orange, and blush pink. He'd forgotten how vibrant it is. The few pieces of art he's found over the centuries don't even come close to capturing the myriad hues and how they blend seamlessly together.

The sunset feels different in the city. When they're buried between the buildings, the light disappears too fast, and Astarion can't savour it how he'd like to. Even here, on this sacred little patch of grass just away from camp, he's distracted from the beauty by something else. An undercurrent of... fear, he realises. The shroud of night being pulled over the city means that his master will be waking. Cazador has no way of knowing he's here, and yet he's too close for comfort. Before too long, Astarion will face him and –

[ shoulder ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place a hand on the receiver’s shoulder to comfort them, or stop them. ( @himbovillains / from gale pls !! )

A hand on his shoulder pulls him from his thoughts. It doesn't quite make him jump, but only because he covers it with a step to the side as he turns, subtly making distance under the pretence of turning to see who it is.

"Gale," he says, part greeting and part chiding. "You ought not to sneak up on vampires. We bite, you know." He smiles, last rays of light glinting off one sharp fang. Satisfied that Gale is no threat, he allows their proximity, even mourns the loss of the warm hand on his shoulder.

"Have you come to watch the sunset with me?" He moves as if to knock their shoulders together but stops just short of making contact. "How romantic."