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[pyrateko]

Who knows how much longer I'll lay on the floor

Touch me till I vomit

I'm not scared of god, I'm scared he was gone all along

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[airydandelion]

Gale Guides and Ultimate Gale

This will be my master post, I guess :D Hello! I am the creator of Gale Guides and I want to spread my unhinged nerding about Gale on Tumblr too. Because why not. Maybe someone will find it helpful. But mostly because I want more players to get Ultimate Gale for themselves. Make him seen! Make him alive! He is so worth it! Use my Gale endings part 2 and get him before he is erased!

GaleGuide: Basic Gale Endings Guide Part 1

GaleGuide: Not so basic Gale endings (friend Gale included) Part 2

GaleGuide: Case of a sneaky God

GaleGuide: Difference between Gods

GaleGuide: Scenes in Act1

GaleGuide: How to get all Grove scenes and speed run to the Weave scene

Now look at him!

No mods! He is human and he is God at the same time.

You can hug him! You can kiss him! He will boop you! Tara is happy! But at the same time:

Tav: Are you saying you want to ascend? Claim godhood? Gale: No, not like that. I don’t want to join them. I want to better them. A god’s powers, paired with a mortal conscience, a mortal heart.

This is our better God. He exists within the Game! He is ULTIMATE. He is everything. GET HIM GET HIM GET HIM GET HIM NOW

I hope I don't suck at advertising lmao

[poofroom]

How about you doodle/draw Astarion on a clothes shopping spree, impossibly happy or teary or however you like, since he's had nothing of his own in 200 years

How about you doodle/draw Astarion just... Hugged. Loved. Cared for. Having his head patted. His ears caressed. Ticklish Astarion, maybe. JUST HIM. HAPPY.

How about you doodle/draw Astarion braiding beloved's hair (anyone, your Tav, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, a random Tav, Shadowheart even (I personally think they'd be besties and talking shit about everyone in camp in Elvish while they do each other's hair and nails))

How about you doodle/draw Astarion just sewing. Anywhere, any act, before or after the game. Just anytime.

How about- (I'm so sorry)

I loved the sewing idea and a little comic was born

[flipflops007]

Lost! in thoughts

[flipflops007]

Lost! in thoughts

[poofroom]

Bon appetite?

Was inspired by this screenshot

[holvivum]

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦

[holvivum]

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦

[poofroom]

This is not a request (dont know if you do requests) but an idea/suggestion due to your DOLL MAKING comic - Astarion making an outfit, piece of cloth for Tav (your Tav of course).😀

Doing his best for his princess ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[ashidaii]

origin and explanation comic for my One of Us AU!

about 10 years late! but the hype recently inspired me!

[feyascorner]

When you tell Astarion that your favorite feature of his are his wrinkles---the smile lines in particular---he nearly faints on the spot, jaw-dropping in utter disbelief as he stares at you in horror.

"I do not have wrinkles."

"You also can't see yourself."

"I know enough to know I'm a vampire! An immortal being! Aging, is below me, and I'll remain forever youthful while everyone else develops those wretched creases."

Despite his words, his finger reaches to rub at his skin inquisitively, as if he's feeling for any imperfections. It's cute, you think. He doesn't seem to agree.

Snorting, you roll your eyes playfully. "You asked me what physical aspect I liked about you most. You have your answer."

"Yes, something beautiful."

"It is beautiful."

"Darling," he says, squinting. "Nobody thinks of wrinkles when asked what they seek in a partner. Haven't you seen Jaheira put all those herbs on her face while our younger companions sleep blissfully beside her? The price of time, they call it."

"You're not young either."

He gasps, feigning offense. "I am--physically, that is."

You sigh, shrugging as you reach for your brush on the bedside drawer, ignoring his helpless tugs to bring you back to bed. "Fine then. I like your eyes."

"Well now it doesn't feel as sincere."

You deadpan, whipping your head around to shoot him a tired glare, but he's already broken out into a grin. Wordlessly, he sits up, plucking the brush out of your hands and shifting so you're situated practically on his lap. Slowly, he begins to brush the knots out of your bedridden hair, and you stare out the window, basking in his presence. His hands feel soft as they brush against your shoulder.

It's nice to indulge in moments like this from time to time.

The peaceful silence is broken as he sets down the brush.

"What about it do you find so alluring?" he asks, pooling your hair into one of his palms. He reaches for the string loosely hanging around his wrist with the other. "Other than the fact that I wear it flawlessly."

"They're easier to see when you're smiling," you mumble. "Your smile's always been a charm of yours, as fake as it was when we first met."

He pauses momentarily, only resuming to tie your hair a split second later. "And now?"

"It's a real smile," you reply. "So I like it."

He blinks.

Then, Astarion pushes your hair to one shoulder, leaning to rest his chin on the crook of your shoulder. "...I didn't realize there was such a sentiment in your answer."

"Will you stop complaining about looking old now?"

"I can't guarantee that, even if all the gods above were to will it," he grins, and it earns a stifled laugh on your part. "But...I suppose I don't despise the answer as much..."

You turn your head a tad, luring his face closer to yours with a finger on his chin. "I wouldn't be so sure. I'm very convincing, I hear."

"Are you now?"

You nod, holding either side of his face in your palms now. "If I must convince you of the beauty I see in you, then I will."

He kisses the inside of your hand. "I'm sure you will, darling."

[feyascorner]

Postgame!Spawn!Astarion…

Postgame!Astarion who outright tosses out all the letters from across Faerun requesting the great hero of Baldur’s Gate for their own problems. Any letters addressed with anything other than your name is immediately chucked into a trash bin sitting idly by the front door just for that purpose. You’ve given up on telling him it’s okay—that you're alright with helping out once in a while. But he’s adamant, fussing as he refuses to allow you to drag yourself back into another insufferably long adventure when you deserve to rest. He drags you away from the bin back to your shared bed that he finds awfully comfortable.

Postgame!Astarion who takes up a lot of hobbies with his newfound freedom from his master—some of which escalate into full blown businesses. His hobby of perfuming, for one, alongside his skills in sewing. He only makes things for you in the beginning, but when other ladies begin to take notice of your alluring scent and beautiful garments of clothing, they rush to ask you of its source. But since he can't stand out in broad daylight, you take down note of everyone’s measurements and act as the middle man. He never actually meets his customers, but he likes to give each of them personalities in his head based on what they want. They're scary accurate.

Postgame!Astarion who still sleeps with his dagger close by. He doesn't need it to be under his pillow as it used to be, but he keeps it in the drawer beside his bed. He knows he has no use for it anymore, but knowing he has some form of defense lets him sleep a little lighter.

Postgame!Astarion who practically clings to you on mornings you have to leave for daylight, hoping you'll give up on whatever plans you had and just come back to bed. You do listen more often than you'd like to admit. But on days when you manage to pry him off your waist, he's extremely dramatic about it. When you return home, he has a frown on his face, arms crossed and perched on the couch like a mother waiting for her teenage daughter to return from a late night party. He huffs for a couple minutes as you change into something more comfortable. But when you kiss his forehead, asking if he wants to go out on a walk, he’s all grins and smugness again.

Postgame!Astarion who never falls asleep before you, opting to watch your breathing instead since it's not like he needs to sleep anyway. He confirms you're here. He confirms you're real. He confirms he’s not dreaming, and that he won't snap awake in a few moments to the cell in Cazador’s palace.

Postgame!Astarion who adopts/cares for the cat you bring home one day. He says he hates the damn thing, but you can tell they're the closest of friends just a few months in. He makes his newfound friend a fresh wardrobe to match his own. When you question him about it, he gets flustered and scoffs, spitting out nothing but hatred for the cat but having them sit on his lap.

Postgame!Astarion who worries. He worries that you'll be taken away from him. He worries his past will come bite him in the ass and take the payment for his crimes in the form of his very lover. He knows you'll die, while he continues to traverse the realms as a faceless entity. But he doesn't even want to think about that right now. He's more concerned you won't have as much time as possible at his side. When will you leave? When will you tire of him? When will the universe decide he no longer deserves you—or maybe he never deserved you in the first place. Does it even matter? Maybe—maybe this was all just temporary, and—

He feels you tuck your head into the crook of his neck. And here, he decides he doesn't want to spend the time he does have with you worrying over something that hasn't happened. That's a bridge to be crossed some other time. And by then, he's sure he’ll do anything to keep what remains of the sun in his life.

[yawnderu]

>Forever in love with the fact that Astarion canonically watches you sleep.

There's nothing but pure fondness in his eyes, his cheek resting on his cold palm as he takes his sweet time to examine your features. To admire the way your chest rises and falls with each breath you take, the way your face twitches every once in a while, likely from a dream you're having— and the way a small smile sets on your lips, perhaps even dreaming of him.

In a world where he knew nothing but torture and pure agony, you were nothing but his holy light. His saviour, his angel— the one reason he now believes in love, rather than pretending and seeing people as means to an end. Perhaps falling in love with a sacrificial lamb wasn't the smartest thing, yet he could swear his cold, dead heart felt the slightest hint of warmth whenever he was reminded of the chance you gave him.

“Hello, darling.” His tone is even and sweet the moment you stir awake, not bothering to hide the raw admiration taking over his red eyes. With the same love his gaze holds, you take your time to admire the man that Astarion is— the way his sharp fangs show whenever he speaks, the creases around his mouth and nose, the crow's feet, and the barely visible beauty marks all over his skin.

Your hand comes up to cup his cheek, spreading its warmth all over his usually cold skin, your thumb rubbing his cheekbone with a tenderness he's not used to. Despite a part of him almost begging him to pull away, he stays still, allowing you to caress his pale skin, soaking in the affection you're giving him— the life he dreamed of, something that seemed so unattainable in the past is now his reality.

His own hand comes up to cup your cheek as well, watching you lean into his touch with no hesitation or fear, a raw display of trust that'll warm his heart for every single century to come. He leans closer, his lips lightly grazing yours until you close your eyes, a silent promise of love ringing in the air the moment his lips finally make full contact with yours, kissing you with a gentleness so unlike someone his kind, reserved only for you.

[justporo]

Astarion would for sure be the kind of person that won't let you get up in the morning (or evening for that matter). Like a cat he's going to cling to your arm and be like "darling, you can't leave me here" and give you the wettest eyes possible. And how can you say no to him when he's laying there like that: sheets loosely wrapped around his hips, leaving very little to the imagination, hair messed up from sleeping and grabbing your wrist with that sweet pout that can always make you melt right on the spot.

When you agree to five more minutes with a dramatic sigh but a huge smile he immediately pulls you back down to him again, wrapping his arms around you and whispering to you that you won't regret it - sometimes in a warm tone, sometimes with sultry promise, sometimes so genuine you can almost feel yourself tear up.

It's never only five minutes though.

You hope it will be forever.

[tragedybunny]

I like the idea of Astarion not becoming too soft after the events of the game. Like he is in general a little friendlier and not so angry. But I think he never loses that sharp tongue and propensity to fuss when he's inconvenienced. He has his beloved, and they always get the best of him, and certain people are acceptable, but strangers can go to the hells. Part of this is because he's still deeply suspicious of strangers, and he does continue to work on that.

This is because, though I do love his softer side, I also appreciate the weird, chaos gremlin that he is and don't want all his edges sanded down. Like this man, if you're in a tavern and someone says something untoward to you, will straight up reply with something unhinged and if they don't back off he's flashing fangs and pulling out a dagger.

And he's not above a little tactical whining if he feels like he's been ignored. Though he does try to give you space, but sometimes he feels very lonely.

As time goes on, there's less anger and more mischief. He's convinced your neighbors that he hates that their house is haunted somehow. And you just sigh because at least he's not threatening to burn it down with them in it like he would've when you first met him.

[justporo]

Sometimes the thought how much Astarion loved you hit him like a bolt directly to his undead heart. Suddenly, he'd realise how incredibly fortunate he felt that he was able - and free - to love you.

Those were usually the moments you felt him wrap his arms around you tightly from behind or when he just halted when he was making love to you. The moments the vampire just took a moment out of his unending time, out of his immortal life, to hold it. Plucking it like one would a perfectly ripe berry to savour it fully in its sweet perfection.

And Astarion would just look at you, taking in every single detail, or feeling how the warmth of your skin slowly seeped into his own, before kissing you deeply.

Kissing you like it might be the last time even though it was just another mundane moment. One in a seemingly endless series of moments just like this.

But sometimes, sometimes he just needed to appreciate that he had you, that he held you - and that he would do so for as long as he was able to.

"What was that for?" you might ask him after the kiss had been broken after a while, barely able to come back to this plane of existence after he'd just taken you towards the stars with the way he'd kissed you.

"Oh," Astarion would murmur with a chuckle, placing a small peck onto the tip of your nose. "Just the usual, darling," he'd whisper before he leaned in again to kiss you once more: his open lips moving against yours speaking of how you were everything to him.

The best thing he'd ever gotten to experience.

[barbiewritesstuff]

Astarion who likes you immediately but keeps being mean to you, because if he's mean, you won't like him back. And if you don't like him back, then you won't follow him and if you don't follow him, you don't die

Astarion who is so touch starved he shudders when you pat him on the arm after battle

Astarion who takes any armour you give him as a sign that you value him, that you like him, that you want him alive

Astarion who learns how to make everyone's breakfasts after a while because it's the first time he has friends and he wants them to keep liking him

Astarion who guards you with your life that first night, when it's just you two, before you meet anyone else. He's trying to tell himself it's because you're his ticket to salvation but really, it's because you're the first person of sort-of authority that trusts him without question.

Astarion who's afraid to ask to drink your blood because he thinks you don't actually want it to happen, only to be surprised every morning when you tell him he can.

Astarion who learns to love all over again, both romantically and not