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The Night Comes Down like Heaven
Available as a print:
https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/taylordenobrega/the-night/ <— larger sizes
#bg3 astarion#astarion#bg3 fanart#bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate astarion#baldurs gate fanart#bladurs gate#vampire#sleep token
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Armored Lady Monday
My player character in bg3 Aisha!
i think by the 4th earth shattering revelation her party members gave her throught their journey, she just got kinda used to them and has little sessions with everybody as her good natured paladin genes as they try to solve their common issue.
moving to the armor tho, this has been one of my favorites in the game so far, even tho im still pretty early
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The waking up, having forgotten
And remembering again the full extent of what forever is
#gale would describe a dug out grave as the cliff edge of the world#and loneliness as the unemployment of the mouth#baldur's gate 3#bg3#gale of waterdeep#gale#gale dekarios#bg3 gale#bladurs gate#mine#Spotify
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baldurs gate 3 is a masterpiece oh my god
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🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️
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I mean I like Baldurs gate 3 and all, but I just think it would have been better if there weren't so many blatant rip-offs from stranger things in it, mainly the concept of a mind flayer. Like honestly I don't know how they haven't gotten sued yet
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I‘ve been spending my days playing Baldurs gate 3.
Astarion.
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I just wanted to draw them cuddling. Zynn knows they have work to do, but Astarion is having none of that responsibility bullshit.
#bg3#bg3 tav#bg3 oc#bg3 fanart#bg3 astarion#bladur's gate 3#baldurs gate fanart#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate tav#baldurs gate astarion#astarion x tav#astarion fanart#astarion#tav#my tav#art#digital art#artists on tumblr#illustration#artwork#namelyjamie#illustrator#illustrators on tumblr#artist#comic artist#comic art#practice
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“My blood thirsty friend”
Commission for @thatcerealkiller
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Let them rest...
#bladur's gate 3#bloodweave#astarion fanart#gale fanart#bg3 fanart#bg3 art#astarion ancunin#astarion art#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#bg3 gale#gale art#bloodweave fanart#my art
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Baldur's Gate 3 set off the first major update. These are some of my favorite mostly spoiler free 'additions'.
now why ruin the fun
who's was it then?
his undies better still be embroidered when i go play tomorrow i stg
#bg3#baldurs gate#bladurs gate 3#bg3 karlach#bg3 astarion#bg3 gale#bg3 minthara#bg3 lae'zel#bg3 wyll#larian studios#thank u devs
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#astarion#baldur's gate iii#baldurs gate tav#baldurs gate astarion#baldur's gate 3#bladur's gate 3#baldurs gate karlach#baldurs gate gale#baldurs gate wyll#baldurs gate laezel#baldurs gate shadowheart
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I haven't been able to get the thought out of my head of Halsin an Tav sneaking off for a date in which they make flower crowns for each other and relax in the forest...naked of course- as nature intended lol
#halsin#tav#niamh#halsin x tav#bladurs gate 3#bgiii#bg3#the bear and the bard#headcanons#ijust want them to go on a daaaate
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Got Love Sick All Over My Bed
Astarion x F!Reader!Tav
Summary: Astarion discovers Tav having a private moment in her tent.
approx 1.5k words
cross posted on ao3
CW: 18+ Minors DNI, smut, masturbation, maybe a tiny bit voyeurism but only if you squint. biting. vampires.
A/N: I am just in the inspiration train so I banged out (lol) this quick one shot. just feeling so creative! once again barely proofread so excuse any glaring issues. Feedback always appreciated :) enjoy!
The smell of smoke lingers on your hair and the clothes lying in a pile at the foot of your bedroll. This was a usual occurrence, as nearly every evening was spent at the fire with your companions, discussing the day and what was to come. Conversations often went in circles, regardless of what had happened that day you often felt you were no closer to safety, always in danger. During these nights, you often found your mind and your eyes wandering to Astarion, whose pale skin and sliver hair was awash with a golden glow from the firelight. He was always entrancingly beautiful, but in this light he was truly ethereal, otherworldly. You were awash with love for him, and yet at the same time completely unsure if he felt the same way or would stick around long enough for you to find out.
These memories and feelings swirl in your mind as you try to relax on the uneven ground. It was difficult to remove your doubtful thoughts of Astarion. In an effort to gain closeness to him, you had offered your neck and your blood to him. Over time, for yourself at least, it had become something you anticipated and desired each night; you wished to steal a kiss from him before the ritual. Tonight, you imagine more. You close your eyes, picturing the crescent of his collar bones under his loose silk shirt he wore each evening at camp. The spot where his jaw meets his neck. The feeling of his body pressing against yours, his broad shoulders and chest that narrow delicately to his waist, his hips, his hands…
Tonight you want him, you want what you know he is capable of doing to you. He is to meet you tonight, in your tent, after the others have settled in their own.
You have time though, don’t you…?
You feel blood rush to your pelvis, a slick arousal beginning to pool between your legs.
Unable to curb your desire you trail your cool fingers down your abdomen, pushing up goosebumps as you progress. Already naked under your blankets, you find your clit and begin to rub small circles, gentle and delicately at first. You imagine the smell of Astarion’s hair, sweet with bergamot…
You imagine the smell of Astarion’s hair while he kisses you and touches you the way you touch yourself. A light gasp escapes your lips as the image sends a jolt of energy through your body and you press harder with your fingers. You move on for a moment, pushing two fingers inside of yourself, slightly shocked at how wet you have become. You slip further into your fantasy, imagining Astarion cupping your breast while he fingers you, playing with your nipple, kissing your jaw and neck. Gods, you wish for it.
“Oh my… now what do we have here..?” A voice questions in the darkness at the entrance of your tent.
Your stomach drops, and your eyes jolt open.
Oh. Fuck. You think, feeling your cheeks flush. You in fact, did not have time for this before the object of your desires arrived at your stoop. How long had he been there?
“I… uh, hi,” you croak, your mouth slightly dry from the rhythmic breathing forced by your touch.
Astarion widens the slack door of your tent and lets himself in, an knowing grin across his face. He immediately sits beside you near your pillow. No matter how unreasonable, there was no doubt to you that he knew your pounding heart was beating for him. You sit up, pulling your blanket up to cover your bare chest, feeling unusually exposed in front of him tonight.
“Shall we?” He asks, ignoring what you felt to be the elephant in the room. Though you felt embarrassment, the idea of him watching you touch yourself made your clit pulsate and wetness continue to flow from within you.
“Oh, yes… of course.” You answer, trying to hide your arousal.
Astarion moves behind you, sitting with one leg on either side of you. This was not his usual approach to feeding, and you wonder what he is planning.
“Darling, do lean back for me,” he requests, his voice deep and velvety. You lay back, resting your bare back against him. Your heart continues to pound in your chest and at this point, you were more than certain he could feel it. You tilt your chin back looking up at home with wide eyes and meeting his crimson gaze. He leans forward, and you anticipate the joining of your bodies with his bite.
To your surprise, he lays a gentle kiss on your neck. You gasp, and blink, was this a dream?
“Is that alright, my dear?” he asks, his lips brushing your neck as he spoke. You nod yes, rendered speechless by his kiss. “May I continue?” he asks again, and you nod once more, moving a hand slowly to touch one of his legs.
His kiss meets your neck again, kissing slowly, his fangs only occasionally catching your skin rather than piercing it. You feel your throbbing heartbeat between your legs, as you feel the blanket you had pulled across your chest begin to slip down as you arch your back to allow Astarion more access to your neck. The cool air grasps your nipples and they grow dense and hard in response.
“Would you like to continue to touch yourself?” He asks.
Yes Gods, Yes. You wanted to. You wanted him to watch you. Still, the bewilderment you felt of these fantastical actions playing out squirmed at the back of your mind.
“Please… I do,” you affirm. You send your free hand back down to your folds, and find them even slipperier than they were before. The blanket falls further down your chest until your breasts are fully exposed and it only covers your hand working on your clit.
Astarion moves a hand to one of your breasts, continuing to kiss your neck and jaw. His cool touch sends lighting through your body.
Your clit throbs under your fingers, swollen and sensitive. As much as you desired these moments to last forever, there was certainly no way you would be lasting very long. Moaning and gasping in Astarion’s arms, you rub yourself hungrily.
It doesn’t take much more to reach your peak, bursting into orgasm suddenly. Your hips sway, and you clench rhythmically around nothing. Your back arches and you press the back of your head into Astarion’s shoulder.
Your neck now even more exposed, Astarion sinks his teeth into you, your rich, crimson blood flowing into his mouth. You burn in pain, and you close your eyes, submitting to him.
Eventually, the rush calms, and you are left a panting, bloody mess in Astarion’s arms. You look up to his face again, this time moving to meet his mouth.
You join in a passionate kiss, and he slides his tongue into your mouth. You taste your own blood in his mouth and relish in imaging how much he enjoys the taste of you.
It was an explosion of passion, nearly as satisfying as your orgasm mere moments before. His soft lips sliding against yours, his fangs occasionally catching, his tongue touching and sliding against your own.
You pull away for a moment, looking into his ruby eyes.
“How…?” you ask, unable to find the words to describe your confusion at the sudden encounter, almost a recreation of what had occurred in your mind only moments before his arrival.
Astarion opens his mind to you, psychically linking to yours through the tadpoles that swum in your brain. You needn’t see his thoughts to know what has happened. How could you be so naive, of course the tadpole. Of course. In your fit of sudden insatiable desire, you left yourself almost completely unattended. Anyone who was tadpole-afflicted that happened to be wandering by may as well had been broadcasted the images you had conjured in your mind.
Without words, Astarion interrupts your thoughts. You see into his own mind, and are flustered by what you see. The same feelings you hold towards him, the same desires, the same yearning, the same love - but all for you.
You sit up, turning to look at him straight on, completely at a loss for words. He had wished for this as much as you had. A gentle, warm smile spreads across your face.
“Will you… stay with me tonight?” you ask, your voice faltering, still riddled with disbelief.
“I want nothing more” He replies, reaching a hand out to cup your cheek.
Like twisting vines, the two of you entangle yourselves in each others arms, and cuddle into the bedroll. Exhausted and contented, the worries that plagued your thoughts earlier that evening were nowhere to be found, and you knew that you wouldn’t be kept up from them ever again.
#astarion#mine#bg3#astarion ancunin#astarion smut#astarion x tav#astarion x reader#astarion x you#astarion x female tav#astarion x female reader#bladurs gate 3#baldurs gate smut#why is astarjon my muse#spawn astarion
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Druid girlfriend advantages
#pure shit doodle#i have a mental breakdown sorry#my arts will never be consistant fuck off#today i just cant draw okay?#astarion#astarion ancunin#astarion x tav#bg3 astarion#astarion fanart#astarion bg3#bladur's gate 3#bg3
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Smooch for the tiny Durge
#Karlach#Durge#Dusk#is their name#bg3#baldurs gate 3#bladur's gate 3#dnd#karlach cliffgate#my art#the dark urge
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