Astarion, The Decadent Descendant - Bg3 Spawn Astarion Comic

Astarion, the Decadent Descendant - bg3 Spawn Astarion comic

It's Batman! But jokes aside, hero Astarion is a lot fun to write and draw. I hope you enjoyed!

-Desperate-

If we don’t get a desperate nalu kiss after a really hard battle I’m throwing myself off a cliff

Queen

Reblogging today and thinking about these two idiots.

I can't wait to share the next chapter- I've always been obsessed with vampires since I was a younger, so I hope I do it enough justice that smaller me would be awed and impressed ❤️ And larger me, too. ❤️

With Stars to Fill My Dream (5) - Close Your Eyes and Hear My Secret

I finally have images!!! Please enjoy them throughout this post!

Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 6,850

I have some screenshots! Finally! Here are some good ones pertaining to this chapter! 🖤 And thank you for coming! Opening under the cut!

Astarion had found the source of his suspicion at last. He watches Ofelia plead for the girl, her eyes glowing a soft pink. Purple light swirls around her extended fingertips, reaching for Kagha. The man, Rath, watches and doesn’t say a word. He nods to Astarion, however, allowing it if it means sparing the girl. He can tell they’re all afraid to stand up to Kagha, and Ofelia’s the perfect tool to do so. Risky, but effective.

She succeeds, and Astarion sets his jaw. So. She’s been lying about not knowing magic. What else has she been lying about? Being kidnapped? Could she be behind them being tadpoled? What an elaborate ploy, so utterly convincing that he curses himself for not seeing it.

He decides to confront her- perhaps if he gets her to confess, he can use it as leverage to keep himself safe, in the group, guaranteed a spot at the table. Maybe she’ll even let him into whatever she has planned, spare him from his illithid fate. Then he’ll be able to remove Cazador from the equation and… finally be free.

She scrambles, tears springing up in her eyes. He sneers at her in disgust, alarmed at her proficiency in playing this part so well, for turning her sobbing on him, to appeal to him. She’ll not find pity here, or compassion. It’s almost worth it, to see her snide and sour comments and expressions reduced to this- he reduced her to this.

Regretfully, he allows her one small mercy- to be in her head. Here, all of it will be laid bare. It’s better than having her tell him with her words. This way, he’ll get the raw, unfettered truth.

It isn’t what he’d expected, however.

Out of context DU drow. Not that one is needed.

With Stars to Fill My Dream (6) - My Thoughts You Can't Decode

I have been looking forward to this chapter for so long!!! I'm so excited to share this one with you all- I worked hard, and I think it shows, and I hope it's good! 💖 Please let me know your thoughts, and have a wonderful night! 🦇

FYI- This story will be going on a 2-week hiatus as I'm going to the east coast of the US for vacation!! Please look forward to Sunday, September 8th for Chapter 7!! 🖤

Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 7,184

Please enjoy some screenshots below as well as the opening under the cut! 🖤

“Ugh, what is it that you’re furiously scribbling down?” Astarion asks, folding his legs over his lap as Ofelia hunches over that journal she’d shown them the first night. She flicks her eyes up at him and he tenses.

That’s right. She’d seen a little too much today- ever since the boar she’s been distancing herself from him. It’s slight but still noticeable, and he needs to get close again or else he may lose her…

“I’m drawing,” She murmurs, uncrossing her legs to stretch and hold the book against her thigh. They sit near the fringes of camp, Gale beginning to prepare for dinner as the others set up tents and wind down for the day.

“What is it you’re drawing?” Ofelia perks up, and he mentally breathes a sigh of relief that she seems to want to engage with him again.

“I like to journal, and when I’m done I’ll fill the spaces around the page with things I’ve seen that day. Here look,” She scoots over to him and he stiffens in her presence as she thumbs through it. His eyes track over the wizard’s face, Shadowheart’s, Lae’zel’s, and even Wyll’s. There’s another form on the opposite page beside her messy penmanship, and instead of a bust, it’s the entire figure. The angles are sharp, broad shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs. The more time he spends looking, the realization begins to dawn on him who she’s drawn, and the ruby irises glare back at him disapprovingly.

“Oh,” He murmurs, regretfully watching her flip the page to a warg, a goblin, and Withers. There are a few spaces where she’s filled them with just eyes, more of them red than any of the others. He sees birds, the tiefling man- he snorts- depictions of the moon and different weapons. They’re impressive for just sketches, and she turns to another page where she’s been focusing on each of their heads. His breathing goes still when she shows him his.

“Sorry if it’s a little strange, I usually draw from memory or references, so I’ve been going with what’s around me, hence sketching you all.” Her smile is sheepish and fragile and he nods, not paying too close attention.

He reaches up to touch his lips- are they really that plush? Are his brows that full? Are his ears really that long, or is she exaggerating? And the dot on his cheek- there’s no way he has blemishes. What’s she playing at?

He smiles softly, covering up the warble in his voice with a slight laugh.

“Darling, my ears aren’t that big.” She chuckles.

“They’re pretty big, trust me,”