"It is a sharp mind that feels sympathy for one who suffers unnecessarily, not a soft heart."

bg3challenge ⟶ [2/3] companions ⭒ astarion ancunin

"I could fix her" "I could make her worse" Well I could take her to build a bear

characters whose philosophy is “if i cannot be wanted, i will be needed and if i cannot be needed, let me be used until there’s nothing left of me.” thank you for everyone’s attention. falls off stage and dies

Dragon Age: Origins

i saw someone on reddit mention this and wanted to see it for myself, so here it is. if you initiate a romance with astarion, but then later pursue someone else, he’ll almost always be catty about it, imply that you have poor taste for choosing someone else over him, and will reject any offer of polyamory on the grounds of either personal standards (ew, you want him to be in a love triangle with who?) or self-preservation (he ain’t fighting lae'zel for your ass lmao).

but if his rival-in-question is karlach…

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he tells you that he hopes you’ll be a comfort to her and turns down your offer of seeing him on the side because he doesn’t want her to get hurt :`)

meanwhile, if you put karlach in the same situation (start out romancing her, then pursue astarion), she’ll also start out quite sweet…

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and then quickly devolve into (affectionately) taking the piss out of astarion for stealing her partner 😁

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“She likes Astarion but threatening to kill him for stealing her bf/gf is also funny to her.” 😂

in sum: they’re frands, your honor

flying out of town for my bday weekend and i left my lucky dice in my pocket going through security - got an extra pat down and had to explain to everyone it was just my dice 😂 tsa said i might have to roll to pass the checkpoint lmaoooooooo great strong start to this trip (birthday is on monday the 29th, i had to do something to make myself feel better about it being on monday 🥲)

always ask "haihutye?"

as a hamster owner myself, i can confirm that baldur’s gate 3 accurately represents the hamster / hamster “owner” dynamic

Portrait of Josephine Cherette Montilyet, Ambassador of the Inquisition

"When I look at my future, anything and everything feels possible. And I get to share it with you, as a partner. An... equal."

filed under: spawn astarion lines that make me want to launch myself into the sun from too much pain and joy

nearly every male party member in dai took one look at cole and asked “is anyone going to parent this kid?” and didn’t wait for an answer

i was waiting for a ship in BG3 to sweep me off my feet until i read @optiwashere’s Minthara x Lae’zel propaganda (their fics) and fell VICTIM. so i drew a little scene from this fic 🤕🤕

Owlbear Nest

Shadowheart 🤝 Durge

“Who the fuck am I”

Gale 🤝 Karlach 🤝 Durge

“Something inside me wants to destroy”

Shadowheart 🤝Gale 🤝Lae’zel 🤝Durge

"The gods are screwing with us"

Astarion🤝Wyll🤝Durge🤝Karlach

"Being a tyrant’s favourite pet/attack dog sucks"

Durge 🤝Shadowheart🤝Lae'zel🤝Minthara

"Turns out I'm in a cult"

Death-in-Life and Life-in-Death

Cold and Cruel, Burning and Bright: Tav races to find Astarion after he flees from the sun. Set immediately after the battle with the Elder Brain.

The smell of smoke and blood was thick in the air. The wails of the mourning and the jubilant cheers of those dumfounded to be alive rose up all around her, a strange and discordant song. Nyana’s boots slapped against gritty, muddy stone and thudded into well-worn dirt as she cut her way through the tangle of enormous buildings lining the river and raced into the first alley she came across, searching every face she passed, in vain, for the one she was most desperate to see. Her armor chafed uncomfortably against her skin, still slightly damp from their tumble off of the remains of the Elder Brain into the Chionthar, and every step was its own battle, since her limbs were so heavy with exhaustion. But discomfort, however great, was secondary to the driving, overpowering need to make sure Astarion wasn’t alone. Because Nyana knew he wasn’t alright. Not after losing the sun. Again. The object of her mad dash finally came into view, at the intersection of two different backstreets. A sewer grate, the closest one to the dock where she’d left their companions. Nyana remembered Astarion mentioning one day, as they were trekking through the sewers, that he and the other spawn sometimes used the underground network of decrypt, dank, and at times disgusting smelling tunnels to navigate the city in the daylight. Stranded so far from their rooms at the Elfsong, it seemed one of the most likely places he would seek refuge now. From the sewers, Astarion could make his way to anywhere in the Lower City.

Read the first chapter in a three part fic here on AO3.