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spacebarbarianweird · 3 days

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Could you please write more about pregnant Tiriel? Your writing about her finding out she's expecting and about Astarion hearing the baby's heartbeat were one of my favorites?

Synopsis: Astarion takes care of pregnant Tiriel.

Tags: dadstarion, pregnancy, fluff

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!

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“I think I am going to die in childbirth,” Tiriel says, pressing her face to her knees.

Astarion would sigh if he could. Tiriel sits shoulder-deep in a bath of warm water, as the vampire washes her hair and rubs her back.

“You aren’t going to die. You are a half-elf and I am sure the child is rather small. Look at your belly, you are in your last month and it’s not really showing.”

Tiriel turns away. Well, to call her belly small would be an underestimation – her slim body is currently betraying pregnancy. It’s covered in stretch marks that won’t disappear, ever. But again, Astarion has seen many pregnant human women in Daggerlake within the last five years and Tiriel has definitely been spared, carrying someone who takes after their elven ancestors.

But once Astarion thinks he’s managed to cheer her up, Tiriel sniffs.

“What if something is wrong with the baby? You are a vampire! I love you and all that, but you are still undead! What am I even carrying inside? And what if the child is sick? Or deformed? Or…What if it is going to kill me?”

“I can promise you, if something goes wrong, we are saving you,” Astarion splashes water on her hair.

“Thank you.”

He kisses her shoulder. “Don’t worry that much, the last thing you need is to cause a complication.”

Tiriel touches his fingers.

Astarion adds more soap to the tub. The scent of vomit and sweat still lingers on Tiriel’s skin and Astarion takes a clean piece of rug.

Tiriel has been feeling so bad in the last few days she barely left her bed. Her legs hurt, she couldn’t eat without vomiting, and she hardly slept because of back pains. She finally made herself go out that evening to eat properly, but, the moment Tiriel finished her dinner, she felt nauseous and everything Astarion had cooked for her ended up on her home shirt.

That moment, Astarion had enough of that and carried Tiriel to the bath.

“I'm sorry,” she says.

“What for?”

“I look disgusting.”

“Nothing is disgusting about a pregnant woman,” Astarion says, rubbing her left ear. “Besides, I’ve seen and done much worse things than giving a bath to someone I’ve knocked up. Your condition is my fault and I am taking full responsibility! Now, let me wash your front.”

Tiriel presses her back against the tub allowing Astarion to get to her belly and legs. Astarion smiles seeing the visible bump and carefully rubs the skin.

He is so close he can hear the second heartbeat.

It is not clear to him when the child is going to be born. Elves are pregnant for two years, but Tiriel’s body is hardly capable of doing so. Humans need nine months for the same process, but Astarion has learned from the healers in Secomber, the closest big town to Daggerlake, that it’s never clear with half-elves. And it also depends on the child – Astarion tries to think about the baby as an elf with just a bit of human ancestry (still enough to fuck up the gentle elven biology).

But in reality…

The child is half-him, half a vampire anyway. And that should bother him.

He is afraid of that moment. He waits for that moment to come. And he also misses Tiriel in sensual terms. He wants her blood (which is out of reach for him till she stops breastfeeding), he wants her body (they haven’t had sex ever since she got pregnant).

And he wants her to stop being in such pain daily.

“I look ugly,” Tiriel chuckles. “Don’t try to say it’s not true.”

“It's not. You are beautiful!”

Suddenly Tiriel flicks his nose. “My eyes are here.”

Astarion realizes he’s been staring at her swollen breasts and small droplets of white liquid on Tiriel’s nipples.

“Stop all this nonsense, Tiriel!'' Astarion takes her leg and stretches it to wash it better. “I like caring about you. I like how you look. And I absolutely love that it's me who did this to you. It all feeds my vampiric possessiveness, after all!”

“And I love that it was you who did this to me,” Astarion feels Tiriel’s fingers on his cheek.

“Now, get out of the water before it gets too cold!” Astarion brings towels. “Is food still out of the question?”

“I want something hot to drink.”

“I will make you herbal tea, then.”

Astarion, after making sure she is dry, carries Tiriel to bed.

He looks outside. What he loves about his house in the underground part of Daggerlake is the big windows. There is no point in hiding from the sun, and Astarion can enjoy going outside whenever he wants. Besides, the biggest part of the town is underground too, and Astarion also doesn’t feel like an outcast.

And his neighbors have seen much worse things than vampires who know the law.

Suddenly Tiriel yelps. He turns to her and notices the night shirt she’s put on is wet.

But wasn’t Tiriel's skin dry when he took her from the bath?

Tiriel hugs her belly and lets out a cry of pain.

“Tiriel…” Astarion rushes to her. No, not today. He still needs time to get ready.

Tiriel grabs his shoulder. “Go to the healer… I am.. Gods…”

The child has decided to be born today. ------ You can read what happens next in Little Bundle of Darkness --

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taveliara-as-in-tav · 2 days

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♥ BG3 Collab ♥

Hi Hello ♥,

I've made a collab where everyone can join in with their Tav! (or Durge!)

Rules:

Don't edit my Tav!

You can change the pose for your Tav/Durge! However it fits for you the best.

If you participate, Tag me, so I can see your lovely works!

Don't steal this or any finished piece from others! ♥

Have fun!!

Here's another version in png, in case you kinda want to do your own thing, or just make it easier to add on top of the other one.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 tav #tav #oc #my tav #tav x tav #tav oc #tav bg3 #bg3 fanart #bg3 art #tav art #art collab #collaboration #fanart #tavstavcollab #tav collab #bg3 collab

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tadpole-apocalypse · 1 month

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Make sure to keep your vampire happy! They are delicate creatures🩸

#baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion x tav #bg3: morgan #tav oc #my art

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mintytealfox · 7 months

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Sometimes you need alone time in self-made luxury (sandcastle you made) lol

Gale was dumbfounded until he decided why not and then pushed babysitting duties onto the bf Astarion

#bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate #minty art #gale #bg3 gale #bg3 tav #tav oc #oc: enver #minty doodles #let to stupidity continue lol #some times you just gotta zen out with Enya on BLAST

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akdrpa · 5 months

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True story

#baldur's gate 3 #wyll ravengard #astarion #myart #tav oc

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my-maehem · 7 months

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Every time he smirks like that I just start ascending

#he is the best girl #gale dekarios #bg3 #bg3 memes #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 gale #bg3 tav #bg3 astarion #astarion #Gale #tav #tiefling #bg3 shitpost #bg3 oc #gale x tav #tav oc #oc: hemera tav

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thechaoticdruid · 3 months

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Winnie refuses to die y'all.

Edit: Just leaving a note for some of y'all. My Tav is a human so short lifespan but she still refuses to die.

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tealfling · 4 months

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So, all us Tav F/Body Type 1 peeps were all "Awe, look! Tav has to get on tippie-toe to kiss Astarion! How cute <3!"

Meanwhile, camera mod people: "Ugh, y'all know he's grabbing a double handful of that dat ass and lifting them up to him, right?"

We did not. May you never role a 1 and your clerics always have you #Blessed

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ju-liczka · 5 months

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Squid flootin

Or at least he tries...

How long would it take a skilled bard to relearn how to play the flute with tentacles instead of lips???

And I think that with some more practice it could be possible 😤

Original sketch~

#I wasn't sure if I should make the emperor call him 'my little bard' but I couldn't stop myself #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #illithid #mind flayer #mind flayer bg3 #the emperor #the emperor bg3 #the emperor x tav #mind flayer tav #tav oc #my art

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kelandrin · 3 months

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Tav Question

Is your tav taller, shorter, or the same height as their love interest?

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a-cabin-in-midgard · 5 months

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Giant Astarion and Mazikeen render dump from the past month (because I can never make enough art of these two)

And also because I may or may not be writing some drabbles and wanted to create some artwork for them -

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spacebarbarianweird · 5 months

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Heartbeat

A short fluff for BG3 Winter Holiday Challenge.

Prompt: Snow&Ice

Tags: fluff, pregnancy

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Astarion gasps as the freezing grasp of the nightmare lets him go. He doesn't remember what exactly decided to torment his mind this time, but it wasn't anything pleasant, that's for sure.

For a few seconds, Astarion can't understand where he is. It's a dark room with a low wooden ceiling. The blizzard howls, threatening to freeze to death anyone who dares step outside.

"Hm?", he hears a sweet sleepy voice. Gentle hands wrap around his body. "Nightmares again?"

Astarion turns his face to you. The warmth of your body returns him to reality, washing away the dirt of the cruel visions.

"It's all right", he whispers back. "Sleep."

You adjust yourself to his body, intertwining your legs with his and placing your head on his chest. You are so close he can hear blood streaming through your veins.

Before, he could ask you for blood. But not now.

Your rounded belly rests on his stomach. Your half-elven body easily betrays your pregnancy - it's visible to everyone with eyes.

And Astarion is scared. That is probably what came to him in the nightmare. Something about this thing that's so natural for mortals and so unnatural for the undead.

Pregnancy.

He caresses the belly trying to concentrate on something else. On something good.

But, gods know, it's difficult.

"Astarion, you are starving. You need to go on a hunt", you whisper to him, finally opening your eyes.

"I didn't know you were so eager to become a single mother", he chuckles. "It's too cold even for me"

"Maybe you will ask someone in the town? They will gladly share animal blood with you."

"Trust me, they tolerate me only because not once in these five years I've tried to feed on something that belongs to them. Vampires can live without food for years, love. I can wait at least a day before the blizzard ends."

You sigh and tug him closer. He can see your freckles, these gorgeous sunmarks. Red hair. Half-elven ears.

He still can't fathom this idea. It's something abstract, unreal. Just a word without a meaning. Your body is changing. Sometimes you have such insane mood swings he has no idea what to do. And you feel so delicate in his arms that he is afraid to hurt you.

"Are you afraid?", you finally ask.

"Yes. I am."

A pleasant silence falls once again.

"Me too. Considering how shitty my own mother was, it's not like I have a healthy maternity example. On the bright side, I have a very clear idea of what I am not supposed to do with an innocent child."

"It will probably be a dhampir, love. Aren't you afraid of that? That it's just a monster inside you?"

"I willingly went to bed with you. What else would I expect?"

You hug him tight and he is lost in your breathing and the heartbeat. So alive. So kind. So brave.

He willingly went to bed with someone whose weapon of choice is a two-handed axe he can't even lift. Someone who could easily pet a dragon. What else did he expect? Of course you aren't afraid of monsters.

But it doesn't mean he isn't scared of the future to come.

"I am cold", you suddenly say.

"I am sorry", he tries to pull away - his cold body isn't a great source of warmth.

"Don't move!" you tighten your muscles not allowing him to go.

"I will make you colder."

"So what?"

He gives up and keeps enjoying your warmth. Does the baby have this warmth, too? Or it's more undead than mortal? It bugs Astarion that he hasn't found any information on how the pregnancy is supposed to progress if the child is a dhampir.

Does it even have a heartbeat?

It seems like you have fallen asleep once again. He smiles, studying your face in the dark.

The sound of a blizzard lulls him so is your breathing. Nothing to be afraid of. The past is past, no matter how horrible it was.

And then Astarion hears another sound.

He can't understand what this is and is surprised that your heartbeat feels so weak.

Then he hears yours, loud and stong.

And the other one, weak and hardly identified by his sharp senses.

It seems like he flinches because you are awake again.

"What is it?"

Astarion sits up and puts his hands on the belly. The tears flow down his pale face and he doesn't try to wipe them away.

"My love, what happened?" you reach out for his curls and touch the tip of the right ear.

"I-", the words are stuck in his throat. "It's the heartbeat. I can hear our child's heartbeat!"

Astarion tugs you closer for a kiss. He laughs joyfully, muttering words of gratitude in Elven as if forgetting how to speak Common all of a sudden.

You spend what looks like an eternity in each other arms. Then, you pull away a bit.

"Astarion. I am so sorry to ruin the moment but I am dying of hunger, too. Can we go downstairs? I will fetch something for myself and the baby."

He chuckles. "Don't be ridiculous, darling. You stay in the warmth under the blanket and I will cook for you."

"You?" you laugh innocently. You've been together for twenty years and Astarion rarely has to cook only if you fell so sick he has to feed you.

"Well, I suppose our child won't drink blood. So, I have a few more months to learn how to prepare food."

"At least let me help you before you burn the house", you reach out for him and he lifts you in the air. "Will you get me back on my feet?"

"No, why should I?"

You put your head on his chest. "All right, then. Carry us downstairs, my beautiful husband!"

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ghosttownmettie · 6 months

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Some more bg3 stuff.

Milseàn might pamper the others too much, but its what makes the old drow happy.

[Dialogue Below]

Shadowheart two bottles into wine: Can you bring me one of the extra blankets you got today mom?

Milseàn: Sure.

Shadowheart: Thank you.

Astarion: Mom? Do you even realize what you had just called Milseàn?

Shadowheart embarassed: What! No way! Well I mean...! You're no better Astarion! Everybody in camp knows how much you like to be spoiled by Milseàn! You are more a mama's boy than me!

Astarion: Oh please, unlike you I don't have a reflection. So it actually helps to have someone assist with my hair. You don't need all that Milseàn does for you.

Karlach: Hey~! Can I call you mum too? Actually can i call you mum-two since I already had a mum?"

Milseàn: Sure, I don't mind. Anyone would be proud to have a daughter like you.