This mans got me in a chokehold ahahahaaa 🫠
don't tell him I said that
This mans got me in a chokehold ahahahaaa 🫠
don't tell him I said that
in honor of bg3's birthday, i am posting some of my favourite art ive done. can you tell i like astarion?
Too beautiful not to reblog.
hello my dear child😊🤍
Violence
Thinking about times in the kennel...
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by: Asidian
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Pairings: Cazador/Astarion (past); Astarion hunting the best way he knows how; Wyll/Astarion (present)
Warnings: torture, noncon, extreme violence, starvation, blood drinking, trauma recovery, injury
Excerpt:
In the first year, Astarion flounders.
The start of his un-life, born of dirt and bloodied fingernails as he crawls his way out of the earth, comes like a gasp of icy water into the lungs of a man in a lake in winter. He is drowning.
Where before, there was dignity, privacy, comfort – now there is nothing. Where before food was something taken for granted, a matter of course after a long day spent bent over paperwork or sitting a bench before solicitors, now it is a luxury to be earned if, and only if, his master is pleased.
Where before there were choices – whose bed he would tumble into, and how, and what hands he allowed on him – now, all at once, his body is not his own. Not if he wishes to eat. Not if he wishes his bones whole and unbroken. Not if he wishes a respite from the pain, a reprieve from the rusted teeth of the saw and the relentless pull of the pliers.
colour palette requests - Orin
by: Asidian
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Pairing: Astarion/Wyll
Warnings: trust issues, past abuse, past torture, AU
Excerpt:
Astarion cannot, he discovers, work his way free of the rope in two minutes.
His hands won't cooperate.
When he stays very still, they throb with the sick, deep ache of broken bone; when he tries to move them, that pain becomes sharp and sudden, nigh unbearable.
It doesn't stop him from trying, but he doesn't try too terribly long, subsiding at last to lie on his side on the cellar floor, chest heaving to suck in gasps of air he doesn't need.
"No no - it's not what it looks like, I swear!"
"It was a fun little ritual of his–"
alright so there’s this vampire 😳
@gimmethatsweetwhump looooook at this sweet bloody vampire <3