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Bg3 tarot update!!

I haven't done much art yet but I've spent a good amount of time in assigning meanings to all 78 cards . I've also decided that I'll be doing full art for all cards, including minor arcana which aren't face cards (meaning not king, queen, page, or knight, but numbered cards like for example, two of swords, etc) this means I have to do full colored and shaded pieces x78, each varying in detail 💀

Keeping the definition of the cards in mind with character traits, here's how the lineup looks right now. Its very much subject to change:

4 cards each for origin companions (astarion, wyll, karlach, gale, laezel, shadowheart)

1 card of shadowheart and laezel

1 card of aylin and isobel

1 card of minsc, 2 of jaheria (potentially one of them together)

3 for minthara, 4 halsin, 2 for Raphael

And some more featuring rolan, dammon, zevlor, kagha, karniss, volo, scratch, abdirak, tiefling kids, yenna, ommellum, orpheus, the tiefling couple, origin durge, dead three, some scenery/cult visuals, cazador, merchant npcs (ex: that one dragonborn girl and kobold at circus), along with epilogue and camp visuals

Some characters I'd like to squeeze in but might not: mystra, lucretious, etc.

how it should have happened...

Fuck cazaldor.💀

he taste like shit. 🩸

Fix-it AU

one comment made me think what would happen if Astarion brought my Durge to Cazaldor before the main story.

FIX-IT AU 2

bullying Cazador is a thing good and right 🖤

Came here for your bhaalspawn, stayed for bullying Cazador

Scared

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1K WC

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Warnings: ANGST, big feels, hurt comfort, possession?, hurling insults at each other, Astarion being a little scary, fluff ending

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“How could you!” Astarion shouted.

“How could I? It’s a book Astarion, it's not that deep.” you said, rolling your eyes at him. “Knowledge is for all, not just you.” you snapped at him. 

“I’m not upset you read it, I’m upset you took it from me without asking.” he corrected you in a harsh tone. 

“I didn’t think it was a problem, you told me I could borrow books…” you looked at him with confusion.

“Not that one! The Necromancy of Thay is not just some book.” he looked at you with disbelief. How could you be so naive and reckless? 

“I’m a fucking cleric Astarion! Magic is kinda my whole purpose!” your dedication to Kelemvor was unquestionable and he was debating you about this? This book that could grant you a gift that Kelemvor had not? Speaking to the dead would be a godsend as clergy for the god of the dead, traveling across Faerun to gods know where. 

“Do you understand the danger of that book? No, you don’t, because you're a petulant child who steals others toys when they can’t have them. All you do is take!” he yelled.

You froze. That was a real insult. This wasn’t a little spat anymore, this was a fight. Your first fight in the whole 10 months together. Your heart cracked a bit, but you filled with fire at his harshness. 

“I take? I borrowed a book for a few hours. You literally take my fucking blood out of me daily. Do you know what that feels like over time? It hurts.” your voice wavered slightly but you held strong. 

“But you were oh so willing as long as I was fucking you while I did it!” that was dirty and untrue and he knew it. He said the most hateful thing he could think of and he knew it would cut you deeply.

Your eyes widened, your mouth hung open. “You think this is about sex?.... You conceited jackass! This is about me being in pain for weeks on end and you being too oblivious to see it. Maybe I am nothing more to you than dinner.” you laughed to yourself, the absolute arrogance of this man had you baffled. 

Astarion marched towards you, his face was unfamiliar. All scrunched up in a way you had never seen directed at you. His crimson eyes were practically glowing with rage. He pushed you back so you were trapped between the desk and his arms. He put his face near yours, he sounded like an animal. The growl in his voice sends a shiver down your spine. “Maybe I should drain you dry…” he nestled his face into the crook of your neck, fangs barely grazing your neck. 

You whimpered and tears flowed down your face. You were legitimately scared. Astarion always asked before he bit you. Yet here he was, threatening to drain you with his fangs at your throat. Your body shook and you let out a sob, trying desperately not to move as you knew his fangs could tear you apart. 

The sob was what cleared his mind. As soon as he heard it all the anger in him disappeared and he just felt sad. He had never seen you cry and the fact that you were now, because of him, it devoured him from inside. He backed up two paces, you flinched when he moved so quickly and it was like a shard of ice into his heart to know he scared you.

“Darling I… I’m sorry… I wasn’t going to… I didn’t mean to scare you” he said, holding his arms out in front of him, surrendering to you. 

You pushed yourself against the desk, desperate to be away from him. Your arms crossed your chest, holding yourself. “Please… don’t hurt me…” you mumbled. He saw the fear in your eyes. 

“I would never…” he said, his eyes were big and round and yet you were terrified. “Please my love, I don’t know what came over me…” he looked at his new ring, it was glowing a soft red.

You looked to where his eyes were, you immediately recognized the ring. The Circle of Malum. It brought out the wearers worst emotions, and turned them cold. Hostile; in exchange for great strength and cunning wisdom. “Take that off…” you pointed at his ring, still too afraid to touch him. 

“What?” he questioned, sounding defensive.

“The ring is changing you Astarion… You’re not yourself…please love…” you spoke out in a hushed tone, still nervous. 

Love. You still loved him? How strange he thought. He looked between you and the ring before flinging it off his finger. It felt as if it was burning him once he knew the truth of its devious exchange. “Little love… I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean anything I said… I was so angry I - I… I felt out of control.” 

You looked deep into his eyes. No malice, not a single hint of irritation. You saw fear and love, both of which were directed at you. You cautiously moved towards him, hands gently reaching for his face. You tilted his chin up, looking into his eyes. All you could see was the guilt on his face and the sorrow that was radiating off of him. “It's ok, you're ok.” you whispered.

He nodded before he pulled you into a hug. A few stray tears of his landed on your shoulder. You stayed like that for a while. 

“I love you…” he whispered with a small smile. 

You wiped the last of the tears from under his eyes before kissing his cheeks. You glanced down at his lips, his eyes watching you flit back and forth. He leaned in but you closed the space. Gentle, like he was afraid of breaking you. “I love you.” you leaned your forehead against his, breathing him in. 

“Were you able to finish the book?” he asked after a few moments.

You smiled at him, such a curious little thing he was. “Yes.” 

“And?” he said, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“And… Now I can speak to the dead.” you said, pride building in you. 

“Think you can help me read it?” he asked, taking your hand. 

You kissed him quickly, “I think I can manage that.”

He smiled, for what felt like the first time in days.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello all! I hope this is a good one for ya! Idk I was in my angsty sad girl hours and this was the product. Hope you are all doing well <3 As always, thank your for the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests! Talk soon XOXOXOXOXXOXOOXOXOOXOXOXOOXOXOXOXOXO!!!

Nightmare

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 886 WC

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Warnings: enemies to lovers, night terror, fluff, soft Astarion

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“We are not sharing.” Astarion said with a snarky tone and roll of his eyes. 

You huffed and ignored him, taking the key from the innkeeper. “Suit yourself.”

Astarion’s eyes watched you as you walked up the stairs. “Fine.” he muttered to himself as he crossed his arms over his chest and made his way to the room. He caught the door right before it closed completely. 

You loosened your pants before dropping them, letting your lengthy shirt unravel. You hopped into the bed, too exhausted from the day to care about Astarion’s negativity. 

“Taking the bed? Selfish.” Astarion said with a scoff. 

“We can both use the bed.” you mumbled out sleepily.

Astarion huffed and rolled his eyes. He took his shirt off before climbing into bed, facing the ceiling. He watched the moon rise slowly. He listened to your heart beat. Eventually you rolled to face him. Your body moving closer to him, searching for something. You rested your head on his shoulder, holding his arm to your chest. Astarion looked at you shocked, before he realized you were still asleep. He studied your face. He hated to admit it but you were beautiful. His eyes traced the curves of your face, memorizing them. He watched you like that for what felt like hours. 

That's when he heard it. Your heart beat was speeding up. Your breathing picked up, little pants and whines coming from your lips. Your grip on his arm tightened. You nuzzled your head into his chest, like you were trying to escape something. Your face scrunched up. Astarion had half a mind to wake you up but decided against it. You jolted awake a moment later, looking around frantically. You looked down and met Astarion’s worried eyes. Yours softened when they met him. You hugged him instinctually. The dream was so real. Cazador torturing Astarion in front of you, and you are helpless, unable to reach him. Like him or not, you didn’t want to see him in pain. 

Astarion hesitated before hugging you back, you were shaking slightly. “Darling, are you alright?” he said softly.

“I’m… just happy you’re alright…” you sniffled. 

Astarion’s eyes softened; you dreamt of him? He knew your dislike of each other was surface level, not having any real reason to dislike each other. You were suspicious of him and he didn’t appreciate that you didn’t fall for him and his little “protection” plot. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice was genuine.

“Yeah… sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you…” you said as you finally caught your breath. 

“I was awake anyways. When you’re not being completely insufferable your face is quite beautiful.” he teased you but you felt the sincerity in his words.

“Thanks.” you rolled your eyes at him, smirking. 

You laid back down, scooting away from him.

“Where are you going?” he said, opening his arms for you.

You blushed, “Are you sure?” 

“Of course, my sweet. Everyone deserves a cuddle after a nightmare.” 

You nodded in agreement, cuddling into your previous position. 

You felt his hand gently caressing your head, “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

You tensed slightly, “Cazador was… hurting you and I - I couldn’t stop him.” 

Astarion saw the way your eyes teared up, you truly cared for him beneath all the petty arguments and squabbles. He pulled you closer to him, “So you dream about me?” he said, trying to diffuse the tension. 

You let out a watery laugh, “So vain…” you mumbled.

Astarion smiled; he cast dancing lights. You watched the illusion sleepily. They were almost hypnotizing, lulling you to sleep. 

You leaned up and kissed his cheek softly, “Thank you.” you said shyly.

You drifted off, but Astarion stayed awake. His thoughts are consumed by you.

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You woke up to the sun in your eyes, the curtains doing nothing to shield your eyes. You leaned up slightly, realizing you were laying on Astarion’s chest, you moved away quickly. You felt so embarrassed and somehow weak for being so vulnerable in front of him. Almost as if you thought he would use it against you somehow. Yet when you looked at him and found his eyes, you found nothing but understanding, kindness. 

“I’m sorry about last night…” you said looking down.

“I’m not.” he said, tilting your chin up. 

You smiled softly at him, leaning your cheek into his hand.

“You should rest a little longer, you didn’t sleep much.” Astarion said gently pulling you back into him.

“What about the others?” you whispered.

“They’ll just have to survive without you.” he said, a smirk in his voice. 

You chuckled, nestling back into a comfortable position. 

Astarion rubbed comforting circles into your hip. His touch warmed you, your skin tingling with delight. 

“Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” he said looking down at you. 

You blushed as you leaned up to kiss his cheek. Astarion caught you at the last second, connecting his lips with yours. You pulled back, gasping for air. “Cheeky.” you muttered.

Astarion chuckled before closing his eyes trying to fall into a meditation as you drifted off. You smelt Astarion’s distinct, honey-like scent. He was good in every aspect, you thought to yourself. Your mind focused on the circles he rubbed into your hip, drifting off.

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Naboo's Note:

Love a one bed, forced proximity, enemies to lovers moment. Hope ya'll enjoy. Thanks for all the love <3 XOXOXOXOXOX!!!!!!!!!!

Aeterna Amantes

Astarion x Y/N - Chapter 4 - 1K WC NSFW 18+

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4 NSFW 18+ (you are here!)

chapter 5

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Warnings: mention of thinking of sex, implied blood drinking, Astarion and reader masturbating, this is a completely sexual chapter because I am on one rn lol

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No matter how hard you tried, the book you read days prior wouldn’t leave your mind. The words, the pictures… and Astarion. The way your body reacted to him in such an intimate moment. You were sure he didn’t see it that way, he needed blood, that was that. But you couldn’t help but crave that heat that bloomed between your legs when his breath fanned over your neck, when he kissed your pulse point before sinking his fangs into you. You sheepishly asked Gale for another book, specifically focused on pleasure. He gave it to you gladly, you missed the smirk that graced his face. Retreating back to your tent for the day like normal, you began reading. Everything in the book shocked and intrigued you, specifically one part - self pleasure. You read over the pages incessantly before a thought popped into your head. You looked at the open pages before laying down slowly. You remained in Astarion’s shirt which was a tad oversized on you, your underwear is all that remained on your lower half. You looked at the book once more before slipping your hand into your underwear. You felt around a bit, trying to find the spot the book described. Getting slightly irritated you considered giving up on such a foolish idea. Perhaps you weren’t created with said spot. 

Oh…

Your eyes jolted open as an intense wave of pleasure hit you for the briefest of moments. Your fingers brushed past it again. Your eyes fluttered closed this time around as you started figuring out a rhythm that made the sparks of pleasure spread. The spreading heat between your legs was positively heavenly, you never wanted it to stop. You worked yourself over; sweat covered you in a thin sheen while your breaths grew ragged. You felt tense, yet relaxed as if you were melting. You groped at your chest, your nipples hard and aching for contact. You couldn’t stay still, back arching whenever you got a particularly intense shock of pleasure. What surprised you the most was when the thought of Astarion popped into your head the pleasure you felt increased ten fold. You imagined his cold hands running over your flushed body. You imagined his lips trailing down you. You imagined his head nestled between your thighs. You weren’t exactly sure how the mechanics of full on sex worked but you knew it would be mind blowing if it were with that pale elf. 

The more you thought of him, the faster your movements became. You felt something forming in the pit of your lower stomach. Something kin to lava about to boil over and lay waste to everything in its path.

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As Astarion returned to camp he cracked his neck, his aching joints making it evident to him that he needed to shed his armor and rest. He did exactly that before his ears perked up, your heartbeat in your tent was racing. Ever so worried about you he sped over to the tent. He heard soft whimpers and little pants coming from you. Right before he barged in to check on you he heard something that stopped him in his tracks.

“Mmmhm… Astarion, please…” you whimpered, begging for a release.

He saw the open book next to you from the small opening he was peering through at the mouth of your tent. The crude drawings appeared to show how self stimulation worked. He watched you, shamelessly. He wanted to watch you crave him. The very thought excited him, his body reacting obviously by the growing erection in his pants.

“So good for me…” he said barely above a whisper.

He gawked at you as you sped up your movements, your back arching before your legs started shaking. Your body convulsing slightly as you let out a strangled moan. Astarion had to hold back his own moan as he looked down momentarily to see the small wet patch forming on his pants. He watched as you came down from your high; you hummed with content, before sitting up slightly. You yawned as you reached for the cloth laying on the edge of your bathtub. You cleaned yourself up, sucking in a sharp breath as you glided the rag over a particularly sensitive spot still thrumming from the pleasure you gave yourself. You adjusted your underwear and shirt, looking as if nothing had happened. But he saw it, he saw the haze of lust filled satisfaction in your eyes. 

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Your body felt tired, all of you felt sleepy as if you had done something strenuous. Whatever the feeling was, you knew you wanted to do it again, and again, and again. It felt indescribable. Like an eruption that devoured your body and soul. It felt like… a little death. 

You stood up, your legs wobbling ever so slightly. Once you managed to get you barings you made your way to Astarion’s tent. As you neared his tent you heard his heavy breaths. Wondering what was wrong you hurried over, pulling the front of the tent open slightly before you froze. His cock was in his hand, hard and dripping with pre. You watched with awe as he pumped himself furiously. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, mouth agape. 

“Please darling… Y/N…” he hissed out as he ran his thumb over the slick slit of the head of his cock. You saw his hips give a jolt when he did so and for some reason you wished he was bucking up into you. You watched intently before his breathing stuttered and streams of white spurted down his hand. He pumped himself lazily until it became too much. 

You watched him clean himself up before you composed yourself, softly calling out to him as if you had just arrived. You looked at him with the most innocent expression you could muster despite witnessing his little display of desire. 

“I thought you might want to feed?” You said to him as he stood in the doorway of his tent.

“Oh beastie, you always know how to make me happy.” he chided as he opened the tent wider for you to enter. 

Both of your minds swam with ideas of what you longed to do to each other. But for now he settled for soft kisses on your neck, as you settled for carding your fingers through the soft white curls at the base of his neck.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! Sorry for the mini hiatus, life has been hella stressful and my motivation to write is on the fucking floor but I hope this is good for ya'll. I will be working on the requests I have gotten next as I have the next few days off and I plan on doing absolutely nothing but vegging out. Love ya'll - thanks for all the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests - they keep me motivated! XOXOXOXOXOXO!!!!

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I am officially taking requests for one shots & headcanon blurbs if any of you are interested in sending some ideas my way!

Both NSFW and SFW are okay! The only thing I have a hard boundary on is Cazador x Astarion.

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"Astarion slaying Cazador" - Study inspired by St. Michael slaying the Devil statue by Giuseppe Antonio Lomuscio

Traditional art, colored pencils on A4 paper