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istoleyoursk1n · 5 months

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How do you think the companions would be with a tiefling gn Reader who's insecure about their horns and tail / just in general being a tiefling? Idm which companions!

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How would they react to a tiefling Tav who's insecure about being a tiefling?

(Little note, I personally love tieflings, I think they're so pretty)

: ̗̀➛ ASTARION

“Oh, poor thing, you’re gorgeous! Whoever told you weren’t? My, you’re simply the prettiest little tiefling I’ve ever had the pleasure to see, and trust me, darling, I have seen many.”

Baffled that this would be something you’d be ashamed about. I mean, he’d tell you to your face if you were hideous but he hasn't now has he?

He doesn't quite understand what's there to be insecure about, you look just fine in his eyes but if you need his honest opinion then he’ll give it to you.

He thinks tieflings are fascinating in their own right.

With long curled horns, rigid skin, and a gaze as intense as the fiery pits of hell, you’re not exactly the worst thing he's seen.

He’s not a poet but he’d show you how much he adores every inch of your body to prove just how stunning you are in his eyes.

Damn anyone who says otherwise, he’d reject the heavens in favor of a more hellish embrace that comes in your shape.

He really likes touching your horns/grabbing onto them, he’d never explain why but the texture of them under his cold fingertips is something he pleasantly enjoys.

: ̗̀➛WYLL

“Love, you are above the heavens itself. No angel could compare to the warmth I have found in your every touch. You’re someone I am proud to call my lover, horns and all.”

He gets it, I mean he was turned into some sort of devilish fiend by his wretched patron.

He understands how it could make anyone feel insecure. The horns feel heavy, your skin isn't as smooth as most, and there are cases in which people easily judge you for what you are.

Though, are those reasons to make him love you any less? Absolutely not.

You looked at his transformed self and still chose to love him, so of course he’d do the same for you. In fact, he loves you even more now.

He’d call you beautiful in every way he knows how, concealing each thought of you in words that all come to praise everything that you are and more.

Besides, there's something rather poetic about two devils dancing in the moonlight.

Would compliment every part of your body you feel the most insecure about on a daily basis so that perhaps someday you’d love yourself the same way he loves you.

He’d fall in love with you and those fiery eyes again and again if he could. You hold his heart.

: ̗̀➛GALE

“No magic can compare to the spell you’ve cast upon me. Akin to a moth drawn to a flame, I will gladly fall into your fiery embrace.”

Upset that you view yourself in such a way.

He understands that a bad light is often shed amongst tieflings but he didn't think it would affect you to this degree.

He’s completely in love with every bit of you, he can't bear seeing you hate yourself like this.

If anything, this gives him more of a reason to praise you more, going above and beyond to make you feel like the god/goddess he sees in his eyes.

He’d speak in loving whispers about each and every part of your body so that not an inch of you goes unloved.

He loves staring into your eyes, they dilate and pulse in a way that bewitches him to a point where he’d rather meet your gaze than look up at the stars.

You could describe yourself in the most downright horrendous way possible and he’d still look at you with the most smitten expression you've seen a man hold.

He’ll help you get over your insecurities little by little, doing everything he can to make you see yourself as the specialty you are.

: ̗̀➛KARLACH

“What?! Why would you be? You’re only the greatest thing that's ever happened to me! The hottest thing to come into my life! You’re amazing.”

I mean she gets it, there's a dark stigma around tieflings that she faced herself. For a long while, she was seen as this brutish devil who’d kill children!

But tieflings can be cool, she thinks tieflings can and are badass! There's nothing else like them.

Would constantly reassure you that there's nothing you should be ashamed about, you’re amazing as hell and she loves you for it.

Fuck anyone who tries to slander you for who you are, she’d gladly set them ablaze.

The constant heat she feels on a daily basis is nothing compared to the burning feeling you give her. It makes her go weak at the knees.

Very direct about how much she loves the way you look, it's impossible for anything she says to be a lie.

She’d scream it out loud for the hell of it, making sure all of Faerûn knew how gorgeous you were with all your devilish little features.

She thinks the tail and horns are hot, nothing you say can make her ever think otherwise.

She’ll love you until every part of her body burns into ash in the hopes that by then, you will have learned to love yourself.

: ̗̀➛SHADOWHEART

“Hm. Well, I suppose we all have our own insecurities… if it makes you feel any better, I think… no. I know you’re beautiful. You’re beyond every loving word I could ever use to describe you.”

Surprised by this but she doesn't take it against you. Instead, she’ll find her own little ways of helping you out of your insecurities.

The stigma around tieflings is bad but it is something she herself can relate to with once being a follower of the goddess Shar and the misconceptions that come with it.

Gentle reassurances of your appearance and her love for you would constantly come unprompted.

She’d notice you sadly staring at your horns in a reflection and she wouldn't hesitate to walk up to you and remind you about how pretty they are.

If she sees you scratching and your rigid skin, she’d come up to you and gently take your hand into hers, proudly confessing how much she adores your skin.

She wouldn't bombard you with compliment after compliment but she'd certainly be there if the self-hate gets too much.

She would carefully drag you out of that darkness just as you did for her.

She’d gently drag her fingertips across your horns and every rigid part of your skin, entangling her hand into your tail if not for a simple display of affection.

There's not a single part of you she hasn't come to adore and she’ll make sure that in time, you’ll come to adore those parts of you too.

: ̗̀➛LAE’ZEL

“Insecure? How could someone like you be ‘insecure’? Your mind has no place for such degrading thoughts. You’re better than that.”

She doesn't quite grasp the concept of being ‘insecure’ about something other than it being a sign of weakness hence her confusion at first.

She sees you as a brilliant warrior, someone she deeply admires, how do you find yourself hating anything about yourself?

She sees no reason for your self-loathing and may across as rudely direct such as telling you to simply move past it.

But soon enough she’ll realize how much these ‘insecurities’ of yours may be affecting you and go out of her way to try a different approach.

She’ll start off by saying how being a tiefling doesn't make you any weaker or lower than anybody else, in fact, you are more than worthy of praise and respect.

She believes every part of you is attractive, you’d never have to worry about her ever falling out of love for you.

Besides, aren't tiefling’s fire resistant? That's another thing you should be proud of, some do not have the privilege of being able to withstand strong flames.

It's mostly listing every advantage your body holds against others before ever so subtly squiggling in an actual sweet compliment that she sort of hopes you don't pick up on.

She couldn't have asked for a better partner, you are far better than anything she could have wished for and she wouldn't have you in any other way.

: ̗̀➛HALSIN

“Nature has built you in the shape of beauty, my heart, every part of you was intended to be loved. Even the prettiest of roses are put to shame in you’re presence.”

He looks more hurt than you by the newly found information.

He believed nature had made all its creatures perfect to every single degree, that includes you.

He could hardly bear hearing you degrade yourself in such a way, not when you’re the most precious thing he's ever laid his eyes upon.

He’d have to sit you down, and allow both of you to discuss your insecurities and where they could have possibly stemmed from.

After which he goes on an entire monologue about how deeply infatuated he is with you and everything that you are, horns and tail included.

If anything, he thinks your horns and tail are adorable. You’re the very peak of beauty in a world filled of glorious things.

He’ll compliment and praise every part of yourself you've come to hate until you’re a speechless, blushing mess.

Try convincing him otherwise and you might as well faint from the amount of sweet little whispers he’d be sending your way.

There is no way he's letting you get away from this without feeling like the most loved thing on this planet.

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#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 headcanons #bg3 headcanon #bg3 astarion #bg3 karlach #bg3 halsin #bg3 lae’zel #bg3 wyll #bg3 gale #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 x reader #astarion #karlach #halsin #lae’zel #wyll #gale #shadowheart

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amorficzna · 5 months

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BG3 fics? that I've written? in THIS economy?

I was inspired by both @yourworsttotebag and @mightymizora (the og of the trend) to do a lil promotion of my works with summaries and some choice comments selected!

bile in her throat - Gale/Shadowheart - 10k - Mature

Struggling to find their own way forward after slaughtering the tieflings, Gale and Shadowheart face horrors and the inevitable threat of death while finding safety and comfort in each other - no matter how short it may last.

"This is amazing! Every scene is such a vivid, desperate picture of these two trying to survive- never lingering too long anywhere but painting a gorgeous dark picture of a Gale/Shadowheart campaign and romance."

"There's a lovely tenderness here mixed with how bad of a situation they're in, and it's heartbreaking in the best way. The traumatic nightmares throughout this fic, the little comforts they share being together when everything is going to shit and how it never seems to make things better, that's a tone I love so much it's hard to put into words."

a name without a body to match - Gale/Shadowheart, Astarion/Lae'zel, Karlach/Wyll - 10k - Mature

A soulmate AU.

"Oh my goodness. I think Astarion and Shadowheart as friends is something I didn't know I needed. But even more, the way you wrote Shadowheart was so beautiful. Her grief and growth just felt so poignant!"

"Had legitimate tears in my eyes reading this chapter. You've captured them so well!"

source of my bruises - Astarion/Lae'zel - <1k - General

Lae’zel does not care for seduction. But she does care for sparring. For fighting and teeth ripping at skin and fists landing hard blows against her stomach, against his arm, on her back, and on his shins.

"Both predators, both distrusted, both with a penchant for blood - love this!"

"Gorgeous writing!! It reads like poetry."

pulling the tide to my body - Gale/Shadowheart - 7k - Explicit

With his orb suddenly stable after so long keeping it in check, Gale could feel his control slowly slipping through his fingers. Shadowheart notices as much, and offers a ‘mutually beneficial’ solution. Sex ensues.

"DJSJFJSJFJKWJFJVIDIGKKVK OOOOOHHHHHHH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD AAAAAAHHHBHHHH"

"This was such a delight , from start to the very end!! I never really thought about Gale and Shadowheart together but you've 100% sold me on it. Love it!"

"YESSS, we are feasting! [...] I love Gale using his physical body for sex, getting to enjoy himself outside of (still very amazing) astral body love, and that Shadowheart just eggs him on the whole time. I love that lil dynamic (the plump bottom line? lmao.) Loved Gale being like, "my damn knees can't do this.""

to love, to live - Karlach/Wyll- 2k - Teen

Red suited her, but gods did she fucking love red right back.

"This is canon to me. It's so perfect."

"Ahhh im screaming, this is soooo so good. Love the dual timelines, the visuals of the blood on her body, and everything Wyll said was just perfect!!! Sad but fluffy and hopeful, very very sweet, a rhythmic flow to it, ahhh!!"

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vyncentevelyn · 7 months

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The reason why we get so many, "Gods, you're beautiful," lines from our baby girl. Or at least, my headcanon.

Karlach: So what’s it mean?

Iseult: *looks up from the campfire into the tiefling's bright eyes* Huh?

Karlach: Your name.

Iseult: Oh! Um. Well it means “pale one”…my, uh, father chose Iseult.

Astarion: *tilts his head and watches but says nothing*

Karlach: Is it cause your the color of a corpse? A pretty corpse but…you still look kinda…well dead.

Iseult: *a small smile pulling at her lips* I wish.

Karlach: *expression falling and her eyes grow wide* What does that mean?

Iseult: My father isn’t exactly a kind man, but he is a clever man. Or rather he thinks he’s clever. I’m only half Drow. And I look very unlike my people. Though, I also look very different than humans too. But according to my father, I have too much of my mother’s coloring. So, he named me Iseult.

Gale: Hells...

Karlach: I…I don’t fully understand.

Shadowheart: *sneakily places her hand over Iseult's hand*

Iseult: *still smiling at Karlach* I don’t look enough like the Drow. My skin is too pale, my hair is too dark. Even my eyes are too muddy to be considered red. *she lets out a soft chuckle and gestures to her face* And not to mention the scars. So my father basically named me after slang we use to describe things considered ugly.

Karlach: Fucking hells...

Iseult: It's ok. I tend to like my name. Having pride in it is a big fuck you to ol' dad. *she smiles brightly at Karlach*

Karlach: *her face relaxes into an honest expression* I think you have the right of it there. And for what it's worth, I don't think you're ugly.

Iseult: Well of course not, I'm fucking gorgeous. Now, someone pass me the damn wine.

Iseult: *blinks away the sleep as she sits up from her bed roll* Hmm?

Astarion: *kneeling beside her* Wake up.

Iseult: What's going on, everything ok?

Astarion: I...gods. *he grabs her chin and makes her focus on him, he swallows* You are beautiful, Iseult.

Iseult: *her stomach drops*

Astarion: *his eyes flash like blood in the dying fire light*

Iseult: I think we're still drunk.

Astarion: *he lets out a pained chuckle* Stop that. I...I'm trying to be serious.

Iseult: *ignoring the stinging weight growing in her eyes*

Astarion: You are beautiful.

Iseult: *starts to shake her head*

Astarion: Stop. *tightens his grip on chin, not tight enough to really hurt but just enough to bruise* I will tell you every damn day until you believe me.

Iseult: *takes in a shaky breath*

Astarion: I know I'm supposed to say something like looks aren't important and it's what's inside that counts right now, and while you are arguably delicious on the inside, you are undeniably delicious on the outside. Why do you think I wanted to bite you that night? I had plenty of other choices. But if I was going to eat an apple for the first time, why wouldn't I pick the best looking apple?

Iseult: *closes her eyes*

Astarion: I am that shallow, darling.

Iseult: *lets out a strangled chuckle and opens her eyes to meet his*

Astarion: Let me be your mirror now, yes?

Iseult: *smiles and tries to ignore the tear that falls*

Astarion: *leans forward and licks the tear from her cheek, he lets out a soft growl* Delicious.

Iseult: *softly* Are you sure?

Astarion: Are you questioning my taste?

Iseult: Always, darling.

Astarion: *he releases her chin* That-a girl. Now lay back, I'm hungry.

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bardicbirds · 13 days

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I Want to Be Close to the Heat - Karlach x (named) Tav

I needed a drabble to help get the suck out of my writing after so long away, and this is what came out. Plus, the world needs more wholesome Karlach fluff.

(Context: Duck is a half-drow circle of spores druid, living in with the Myconid colony with her adopted sister until she was abducted. This drabble is set in the shadow cursed lands, a few weeks after leaving the Underdark, and learning that her sister is alive and has set off towards Baldurs Gate to look for her. But non of that matters, bc this is pure fluff without plot)

“Hey, Soldier,” a voice whispers lowly into Duck’s ear. Well, maybe ‘whispers’ isn’t quite the adjective to use, but even half-asleep, Duck is thankful for the attempt. She gives an appreciative hum in lieu of a response, snuggling her face down further into the crook of her lover’s neck. So warm, so nice. Nothing like the numbing cold of the Underdark had been. Damn, she could stay wrapped up in Karlach’s arms forever. If the impending threat of Mindflayer-fication and infernal combustion weren’t so prevalent, she probably would, too. Karlach wouldn’t mind.

A snort rumbles from the body underneath her.

“Karlach wouldn’t mind at all, gorgeous,” And once again, damn. What did Duck do to deserve—“But do you think you could sit up for a second? Between you and the owlbear, I think my arm might have nerve damage”—this wretched divine punishment? Have the Gods finally forsaken her? Was it the murder? Because a good 70% of those were self-defense or Astarion’s fault, if you exclude the one’s that were her idea.

“So, you just hate me?” Duck’s words are slurred from sleep as she lifts her head to release the arm trapped beneath, but also ensuring the pout on her face has maximum visibility. “You don’t love me or our children and you want a divorce?” A single laugh meets her ears, sharp and proud, before a set of muscled arms find their way around her waist and lift until she’s no longer laying tucked into Karlach’s side, but on top of her.

“Pretty sure we’d have to marry before divorce is on the table. Is this your way of asking for my hand?” Gods, Duck wishes she had a reply. Something quick and witty and mind-melting, that would wipe the smug -and stupid, heart wrenchingly fond- look from her girlfriends face. Instead, the only melted mind here is hers. Which, frankly, feels illegal.

Duck stumbles over her words as she attempts to pull away from Karlach’s hold, knocking into Scratch at the bottom of the bed in her scramble. There’s warmth creeping up her cheek whilst she untangles herself from the menagerie of animals, familiars, and beefy tieflings that litter the ground of Karlach’s tent. Karlach’s tent. The tent in which Duck and her growing collection of cuddly beasts have been crowding into, without complaint, for the last 6 weeks. “Bold of you to assume my sister would let you marry me without a duel or a dowry, but definitely check back in soon.”

She makes for a swift exit, losing her footing for a brief moment before correcting herself, and deftly ignoring the teasing whistle from behind. The heat burning in her face lingers all the way back to her own tent, barely letting up as she pulls her armor on and readies herself to face the day.

#Tav - Duck #bg3 karlach #bg3 tav #karlach x tav #baldur's gate 3 #BardicBird writes things

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oceanmusings · 4 months

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shipuary day 01 | prisma x shadowheart

Masterlist : link

Summary : Shadowheart changed her look. Prisma is all for it.

Warning : spoilers to beginning of act 3

Prisma’s body was sore. Fighting monks were horrendous and something she didn’t want to be at the end of if she could help it. It made her think about the mercenaries she had crossed before with her old friends before this group, the monk being the hand behind getting information from the mercenaries. Prisma made a mental note to send a letter to her old friend to check in with them, hoping she could survive long enough with this tadpole in her head and fighting a giant damn brain so she could see her old friends.

The elf had a hard time going into her trance, but even when she was up with the sun did the elf not feel any better. Her, Astarion, and Halsin were usually the ones up first before anyone else but neither said anything to each other. Astarion reading a book and Halsin going out for a walk. Prisma decided to do her usual routine to go get some herbs and see what other things she could scavenge for Gale to use in the morning.

When Prisma made her way back is when camp was beginning to wake up more. She gave Gale what she could find - accepting the warm buttered bread he gave her to hold her off until he was done - she walked through camp to see how everyone was doing.

“Hey, Soldier!” Karlach greeted Prisma, “did you see Shadowheart’s new look? She looks like gold!”

“What?” The woof-elf raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, Soldier. You should go say hi to your girlfriend then.” Karlach had on a wicked grin on the tieflings face that made Prisma’s stomach uneasy. She really didn’t want to be teased by Karlach from how Shadowheart affects her. She already heard enough from her, Lae, and Astarion.

Prisma turned from the large tiefling to make her way to Shadowheart’s tent - which wasn’t far - and quickly saw what Karlach was talking about.

Shadowheart was sitting on the ground facing a mirror, brushing through her hair to be able to put it up in a ponytail. But her hair wasn’t the usual jet black hair, it was titanium white.

Prisma stood there for a moment to watch Shadowheart place the head piece on her hair, pinning it in place, and beginning to braid it. Slowly Prisma’s legs listened to her command and made the rest of the way over. Shadowheart looked up when she heard her lover make her way over. “Oh, morning.” Shadowheart greeted as she finished the braid, tying it off at the end. “Be honest. What do you think of the new look?”

Shadowheart looked a little nervous, watching Prisma intently for any micro reactions. It was like Prisma’s mind had gone blank as she looked at the half-elf she loves so dearly, nothing but pride blooming in her chest. She was so different from the person when Prisma first met her and couldn’t help but feel so proud of her and honored to see her true self start to bloom.

“You look gorgeous! I love it!” Prisma got down to her level and cupped her cheek softly, brushing her thumb across the apple of her cheeks. “Gods- I didn’t think you could look any better.”

“Stop.” Shadowheart whined. “I’m glad someone likes it. I’m still trying to get used to it. I have a lot to get used to.”

“I get that, but know I’m proud of you.” Softly she pressed a kiss to her cheek, warming her insides as she felt Shadowheart smile at the action. “A lot has happened in the span of like… a tenday? God’s I’ve lost track of time. But nonetheless, I am still proud of you”

“Thank you.” Shadowheart says in a soft tone, taking a moment to look into Prisma’s purple eyes. A look in the wood-elf’s eyes was something foreign Shadowheart hasn’t seen in so long, it was hard to identify. But it caused her whole body to go warm. Maybe having her around would make processing everything more easier.

#original female character #original character #dnd character : prisma #prisma x shadowheart #bg3 #shadowheart x oc #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 oc #bg3 tav #shadowheart fluff #shadowheart one-shot #shadowheart x tav #bg3 one shot #bg3 fluff #shipuary #shipuary 2024

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shewhowas39 · 12 days

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Title: "Dark Amethyst" Card: Ace of Wands Deck: The Bohemian Gothic Tarot by Alex Ukolov & Karen Mahony Ship: vague mention of Astarion x June (female durge OC) Warnings: light references to Astarion's past Summary: Astarion sees some lovely fabric and feels a spark of creativity. (Takes place in early Act 1)

Astarion walks through the Emerald Grove, looking for something - anything - to entertain him. After Wyll's suggestion that the group spend a few extra hours here, taking the time to bathe and gather supplies, he had wasted little time before finding a mad old woman selling a collection of soaps and products for his hair. Unfortunately, Shadowheart and June have not yet returned from the hot spring, which means he still has to wait before putting them to use.

But what in the hells is he meant to do while he waits? Talk to these people? Absolutely not. Everyone here is miserable, and the last thing he's interested in is hearing the druids complain about the tielings or the tieflings complain about the druids. June might be dragging the party into this mess, but it doesn't mean he has to socialize with these strangers who have nothing of use to offer him.

But then he sees the fabric. Its on display at one of the druid merchants' little tables, along with a variety of sewing supplies. It's not particularly high quality - just a basic, soft linen - but the color is divine. A rich, heavily saturated shade of dark purple.

He stops and just stares at it for a moment, an image flashing unbidden into his mind of a simple-yet-classic, loose fitting shirt with an almost scandalously deep V neckline, in that beautiful color.

Astarion knows how to sew. It is a skill he picked up not long after being "taken in" by Cazador. It started out of a desperate desire to hold on to something of his - constantly fixing the damage done to the clothes he'd owned before becoming a vampire spawn. The idea of throwing them out - which would have been much easier - was too painful. too close to admitting that his old self was gone.

So he'd learned to sew, so that he might make the little repairs needed to keep his old clothing presentable. He'd even come to find some quiet joy in it. He'd taken to embroidering little jokes on the insides of his shirts and underwear. Things Cazador would never bother to take notice of. It was like he had told June earlier that morning - it was cathartic.

But he's never actually made anything. He's thought about it. Spent hours working out in his head how he'd construct an entire wardrobe, all the stitching techniques he'd employ. It has all been imaginary, though. If he had ever dared to actually create something, Cazador would have made sure it was ruined, just to see the pain it caused him.

"See something you like, my good felllow?" the halfling merchant asks with an overly familiar smile that would normally set Astarion's teeth on edge. But in this instance, he gives a friendly smile back.

"That fabric - the linen - the color is gorgeous."

"Oh, yes! It's been dyed with a very rare, very expensive shade called Dark Amethyst. It's one of my favorites. Are you interested in purchasing a few meters?"

"No," Astarion says quickly - instinctively - but then pauses.

He's not with Cazador now. And he's already vowed never to go back. Sure, he might be on the verge of turning into a mind flayer, but he can at least be a well dressed tentacle monster, can't he? And if they do manage to find a cure somehow - well, he's got his little plan with June. He's pretty sure she's already falling for it. It won't be long until she's lovesick putty in his hands, and then perhaps she'll even help him destroy Cazador.

If ever there was a time to embrace this creative urge, it's right now. wth that gods damned stunning purple linen.

"Actually - yes. I'll take a few meters and any matching thread you have."

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you can find this and my other bg3 fic on my ao3! hope you enjoyed

#in the cards tarot drabbles #tailor astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 fanfiction #astarion

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