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modernbat: a genre

So sexy

Is Evelyn late to the party on this trend? Sorry, she was busy reading smut 📚😘

in the end I named the file "BG3_PetitAstarionette".

HE WAS RIGHT THERE

another medium effort bg3 shitpost. Heard the audio, immediately thought of how you can drop all of Rosymorn on Astarion

i think one of the most irritating bits of bioessentialism ive seen is “oh yeah abusive and/or deadbeat dads are a given. but abusive and/or deadbeat MOMS are uniquely evil and disgusting because moms are supposed to unconditionally love their children.” like can we just say both are terrible. what are we doing here.

Excuse me while I just…

My gosh, this is has been a fun blog to find!

If you are still taking requests for Astarion, what about him exploring non-sexual but romantic touch? It seems like he enjoys kissing, even after asserting his boundaries around sex in game so I've been wondering what he would do if Tav or Durge kissed wrist or the tip of his ears or fingers l, etc. Basically gentle, exploring love.

(G/n reader if you could!)

Hi, hi, thanks for being patient with me. I hope you like.

Soft as Starlight - Astarion x GN!Reader

Reader and Astarion share a moment of intimacy that explores what love without sex is like.

"Can I kiss you?" You ask, cuddled up to Astarion in the tent you share. 

For a second, his eyes widen, and you worry it was maybe too much, too soon. "I'd like that very much, my Love."  He seems giddy and shy about it, like the two of you have never done such a thing. 

You plant your lips on his and he returns it, arm looping around your waist to bring you closer. There's a hunger there for your touch that you can sense. Not the type of amorous passion he'd once claimed to enjoy, but the physical show of your love, the kind affection of your touch. Gently, you pull your fingers through his hair, glorying in the silken texture beneath your fingers. In response he hums happily. 

"Hmm." You hesitate voicing your next thought until he pulls back to look at you expectantly. "Can I keep going? Not like that," you add when he tenses beneath your fingers. 

"You may," he says, not yet relaxing completely. 

"Stop me if you're uncomfortable," you reassure, kissing him lightly on the tip of the nose. He nods and you kiss his forehead, leaving him immediately sighing. 

Lips find his temple, his cheek, and finally the tip of his ear. A short giggle escapes him. "Watch it," he warns playfully. 

"Ticklish, good to know," you tease, but leave it be. You can always come back to that when he's more comfortable. 

Fingers have been gently tracing their way down his back and you turn to his arm, caressing it until you come to his hand. Grasping it with both of yours, you rub it gently, and bring his wrist to your lips. Then his palm, his fingers, and the back of his hand, lavishing your love on him.

"Darling," he breathes and his other hand covers his face, lost for words. 

"Do I need to stop?" You release his hand, giving him space to make a boundary.

"No, maybe, I don’t know. I'm not used to this." 

"It's alright Astarion, I don't want you to be uncomfortable." You settle back down next to him and he takes your hand, taking a turn to squeeze it softly. 

"Can I kiss you?" He asks and your heart soars.

"Absolutely," you say instead of shouting giddily like you want. 

He surprises you by starting with your cheek, your temple, and then hesitantly grazing your neck. A hand rests gently on your waist, playing with the fabric of your shirt. He nuzzles against the spot on your neck where he kissed. "You're wonderful." 

"You're pretty wonderful yourself, Love." You loop your arms around his shoulders and shift so he's laying on your chest. "Can I keep touching you?"

Silently he nods, eyes closed, seeming lost in the moment. With the lightest touches, you rub his back, working your way to his neck and hair. Then you start your way back down. "Never stop," you hear him breathe like a prayer against your skin. 

"Never," you promise, kissing his forehead once more bringing, a soft smile to his lips. 

I love how you write astarion!! Would love to see you elaborate on that part in Sated where it mentions astarion has a hard time when he feels like tav is mad at him and what would happen with that <3

Hello Hello. Sorry this took a bit.

Treading With Grace - Astarion x GN!Reader

Even with the one he loves, Astarion has a lot of trauma to sort through.

You don’t even remember what exactly what you said, but you knew your tone had been short. The day had been long, like every other day lately, and you hadn’t meant to snap at him. Astarion went silent and turned away from you, whatever his next quip was dying on his tongue. Inwardly, you groaned, now you would have to deal with him being angry at you on top of everything else. Despite the feelings you had for each other, Astarion still had a short-temper he let get away from him at times. 

“I’m going for a walk,” he declared, stalking off even though everyone else in camp was settling in for the night. 

Watching after him, you debated following him, hurt and frustration rising at the seeming abandonment. All it had taken was a couple of cross words to get him to walk away. After a few seconds you sigh and take off after him, not willing to let him revel in his anger and maybe even wanting to argue with him if he was going to be like this. To your shock, you nearly stumble over him not far from camp. “Oh, hello,” he says, glancing up from where he was seated on the ground, voice forlorn, not at all what you had been prepared for. “Are you still mad at me?” The mask of charm and confidence and fallen awaycompletely and this Astarion seemed almost wary of your anger. 

“I-,” you took a seat next to him on the ground. Hovering over him didn’t see like the best way to talk this through. “I’m sorry I sounded cross, I’m not mad at you. Is that why you left?”

When he looks up at you with watery eyes your heart stutters, you hadn’t realized how deep that moment of frustration would cut him, and he sighs. “You know, I don’t think you’ve actually lost your temper with me once. But I just, I can’t stand the idea.” Without interuptting, you shift closer, putting a hand over his where it rests on the ground. “Somone else’s anger doesn’t usually end with pleasant thins for me, and when it comes to us, well.” He follows it with a shrug. 

It’s like he doesn’t want to say, to even give voice to the thought, but you understand the intention, you could just leave him. With anyone else, you might be insulted they could even think about you like that, but he’s known nothing else but this type of petty cruellty for so long.  “I can’t promise to never get angry with you Astarion, but I promise I’ll never try to punish you for it though.” 

He smiles ever so slightly, leaning a head on your shoulder. “Thank you Love, those words  means so much to me.” 

Although he tries desperately to hide it, you’re learning just how much gentleness Astartion needs, a well-spring of love and kindness to support him.You lean a cheek on his head and let the quiet moment between you two keep going a little longer. You make a second, silent promise, to take care with his feelings as much as you can, so he never again walks away doubting if you’ll want him to come back. 

"gay or european" also goes for middle-aged women btw. that lady with short hair no makeup and sneakers isn't a lesbian she's just german

"but don't stop.."

Yes, I donate blood because I want to help people, but I also donate blood so I can practice losing some blood just in case any vampire intends to have a little sip.

I just want you all to know, that if and when this site does experience a real exodus and/or get sunsetted for good, even if we don't keep in touch I'll remember you so fondly. You're the online equivalent of the other kid on the beach where we built sandcastles together; the girl at the campsite where we explored the trees. You're the drunk person who shared kind words in the bathroom at the club, you're the talented artists at the life drawing class or the poetry night in a city where I don't live anymore. It makes me sad that maybe in the future our paths won't cross so easily, but even when we leave this little shared piece of cyberspace, carried away on our briefly intersecting trajectories, just know I still love you

Happy Easter 💕

Gale's Memoir

posted with permission from bsky

You can read it Gale's Memoirs ✨here✨

(do it, it's brilliant)

This vampire has standards. And a stylist.

ASTARION & FRIENDS!

oh and BG3 patch 8 and other less important things

gamerStarion is real and he is glorious

Reblog if you're a perverted woman with dubious motives

Reblog if I can go on your page and write stupid things in your ask box whenever I'd like to.

so cute

Displacer cub

on twtr: https://x.com/skeptical_lynx/status/1904500334338154497?s=46&t=EuBiJuFrpmM7JiLiuDbaCA

on bsky: https://bsky.app/profile/skeptical-lynx.bsky.social/post/3ll77tyt7pc2i

Naked Cuddles with Astarion 🥰🦇

After he kills Cazador and spends some quality time ✨️ with you on his grave he thinks he's all healed now and can be intimate with you with no disgust or loathing

Oh how wrong he was

The grave intimacy was amazing, he was present, focusing only on you, the best night he has ever had

The next time he tries to have a "night of passion" with you is right after you defeat the netherbrain, as a reward and also a celebration

But the unwanted happened: he dissociated

He didn't even realize he wasn't there until you tapped him on the shoulder

It felt like a dagger to his back, but from himself. What went wrong? Cazador was dead. Tadpoles were gone. You were there with him despite everything. Why can't he just have sex with you like a normal person?!

Because healing takes time baby boy 🥺

He ran away that night. Because of anger, shame, desperation, he didn't know. Maybe all of it?

He only showed up two days later, apologizing and offering to continue, claiming to do better this time and not dissappoint you

You just hugged him and told him he didn't need to, that you'll be happy if the two of you just talk under the stars like you used to back in camp

He wants to agree and spend time with you but he blurts out no. He's angry at himself more than you. He just wants to give you everything you deserve, including a proper relationship with everything that belongs to it

You reassure him you understand but he needs time to properly heal

"Time? What should I wait for? Cazador's dead, I'm under no one's control, the wretched worms are gone and the two of us are together. I should be okay!"

It takes some time for him to calm down and admit what he has subconsciously known: he isn't ready yet. No matter how much he wants to be

You see his struggle. He wants it all at once now that he's free

Seeing him in this state makes you want to help him but there's seemingly nothing you can do. Except...

With a smile and no other word you take him by the hand and lead him to your shared bedroom

You start pulling your clothes off of you and you can feel him smirk behind you, until you finally reveal your plan to him

"We'll strip and cuddle. Nothing more. You need to explore other ways of being intimate, not just sex."

He's a bit puzzled to say the least. He has never heard of laying with someone naked as the day they were born and just...lay. By all logic and what he's known for most of his life it makes no sense. How can someone get pleasure out of just laying? He imagines it would be similair to locking him in a bloodbank but forbidding him from touching anything

Regardless, he starts stripping. If this is some manipulative tactic of yours it's pretty weak but he wants to see where this will go

No tactic, no ill intention, the two of you strip and get under the covers

He lays down after you and for a second has no idea what to do. Should he embrace you first? Should he wait for you?

Carefully, as if aproaching a stray cat, you move closer to him and slowly lay your head on his cool chest

The lack of clothes makes this a completely new experience for both of you, the contrast between your warm living body and his cold undead one is much more evident now

After a while you get a bit bolder and fully cuddle up to him, arm wrapping around his torso, your legs locking around one of his

When he felt your sex press against his thigh he expected to get aroused. Logically he should, right?

But he didn't. And neither did you. You just sighed and relaxed more

Astarion propped up his head with one of his hands, the other one brushed along your spine up and down

"This feels... nice."

You smile against his pectoral, silently celebrating your small victory

As you begin to drift off, lulled by his rhythmic breathing, he makes his own step forward and turns fully towards you, one hand on your lower back pushing your torsos together, the other pulls your thigh up and hooks it around his hip

If he was hard and you moved just a bit downwards he would slip right inside you, so close and yet

He nuzzles his face into your neck and plants a little kiss on your pulse point, over the marks he's made on you while feeding on your blood

"This is really nice," he purrs like a cat

When you wake up the next morning you remain in the same position as when you fell asleep, the only difference is Astarion's hands: firmly planted on your ass

After your first little intimate session he feels a lot more relaxed, behaves a bit more carefree, a bit happier over all

You try to carefully suggest couple of more cuddlings but he needs little convincing

Once the door to the bedroom is closed all clothes are off

Almost. Every. Night.

It was like entering a whole new universe for him, he wanted to explore everything this new arrangement could offer him

The two of you tried every position you could think of, it kinda reminded you of sex minus the sweaty mess afterwards

On the bed, spooning, chest to chest, sitting down, him between your legs, you between his, on the love seat, random windowsill, standing behind you with his amrs wrapped around you while cooking

When you had very busy days but still wanted the skin to skin he would go shirtless, tear your own shirt off of you and hug you as long as he could

An absolute power trip for him would be if you were the only naked one, sitting in his lap while he himself sat somewhere, either a couch or some random chair

Makes his imagination run wild. What if he had ascended back then? He would think of how he would make you slowly strip infront of him while he sat on a throne of sorts in Cazador's, now his, palace. How your naked body would dance against the finest silk of his robes as he took you over and over again

As much as this little idea aroused him he was glad it stayed only in the realms of "what if". He couldn't imagine how ascession would corrupt him and rob him of what he currently has

He loved taking you in missionary, but he might love having you sit on his lap a bit more

Your soft breasts preassing into him, head resting on his shoulder, giving him the perfect angle to grab your ass and squeeze it like a stress toy

Not to mention your weight grounding him in case his mind decided to wander against his will

However the more often you spend time like this, either sleeping cuddled up together or just hanging out, the less he felt his consciousness slipping away. Maybe all he really needed was to adjust his body and mind to intimacy, convice them he's safe with you, that he doesn't need to escape anymore

On one such cuddle session, when he had you comfortably on his lap and his back against the head of the bed, he desperately wanted to suggest trying to make love again

But something inside him, maybe an intuition or fear, told him he might not be ready yet, he might fuck it up again, dissapoint you, and return back to ground zero

Instead he suggested kissing. Small innocent pecks

You agreed with such enthusiasm, it made his heart almost skip a beat

The two of you agreed to go with the flow and let whatever would happen play out, see how far the two of you could go

It really started out innocently

At first you peppered his whole face with small kisses, not leaving one centimeter of skin untouched

He loved being admired, but he wanted to give some of his loving too

At first with pecks

Then proper kiss

An open mouthed kiss soon followed

A tongue slipped out and inside the other one's mouth soon after

You didn't even realize it and you were making out for almost an hour now

It wasn't rushed like when hot passion hurries you, it was slow, intimate, comfortable. Like two people who had all the time in the world and decided to slow down and enjoy eachother

This first make out session didn't lead to anything more, none of you minded. Astarion was happy, so were you. But most importantly he hasn't dissociated in almost a month now

You still cuddled every day, pyjamas and other sleepwear became foreign concepts in your household, maybe one day one of your make out sessions will probably lead to more, who knows

But you do know that if it ever will lead to proper love making, it would be on Astarions's terms. Once he knows and feels he's ready

Until then you'll happily enjoy his naked form just pressed against yours every single night

I find it kind of funny that human babies are so fragile and helpless and useless that natural selection went like HARD-hard on humans finding babies cute. This thing is a wailing messy resource sinkhole so please find other reason to enjoy it. And the humans that did find baby cute and invest time in them, the crazy bastards?? Lived!!

And now there’s so much spill-over from “baby cute” gene that humans see literally any “baby” creature that even slightly resembles us, like

and we’re like 😍🥰🤩🥺🥺🥺 I wanna love you so bad. I wanna make so many images of you, you are so small, just baby. I’m inventing new emotions as we speak bc I love you so much.

Like, I’m almost convinced humans didn’t even domesticate dogs bc we thought they’d be useful, we saw some puppies and it activated our Big Boi Primate Baby buttons, it wasn’t even logic time baby, it was 🥺 time.

Careful... I bite.

Astarion the Magistrate

Here’s a fanart of Astarion I just finished. I had the idea to depict him back when he was a magistrate in the city of Baldur’s Gate, before he was turned into a vampire. I wanted to give him a tired and annoyed expression.

Karlach in a party dress by nervmaid

A monster has its teeth in your companions.

It builds nightmares out of their worst memories and drinks their pain.

One of your companions has a particularly bad worst memory.

Play Here

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Art by @cymk8

Character Specific Achievements:

Aldiirn - Dusksong Be a bard. Use music to make first contact. belongs to @mistercrowbar

Andar - Poor Man's Dancing Lights Be an arcane caster. Try to cast magic. belongs to Tatsunara

Ember - Ghosts Need Sleep Explain why you're sometimes absent. belongs to @catsharky

Finch - Get Safe And Cared For Idiot Successfully hug Astarion. belongs to @everchased

Francys - Priorities Ignore everyone else in the campsite. belongs to @ineadhyn

Greygold - Psspsspsspss Be a ranger. Help Astarion calm down after being frightened. belongs to @jeeaark

Nawen - You're Unbreakable Be a rogue. Give your vampire a pep-talk after a particularly difficult day. belongs to @ineed-to-sleep

Ria - Music Box Be a bard. Play the theme. belongs to @ladyofrosefire

Staeve - Don't Forget Me Say something memorable. belongs to @velnna

Temiter - This Is All A Bit Much Abandon the dream using the silver cord. belongs to @not-poignant

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Another link to the game.

Don't call me out like this