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@honeyangel3516.bsky.social Oct 8, 2026, 2:37 AM

Mod now available on Patreon: www.patreon.com/SeraphineHav... thank you Morg and Sera for letting me test this mod! 🥰 #bg3 #bg3vp #astarion

@bittenthrice.bsky.social Oct 8, 2026, 1:45 AM

fic spoilers in mod pix i would never

#bg3vp #bg3 #baldursgate3 #virtualphotography #astarion

@shkura.bsky.social Oct 8, 2026, 1:44 AM

A Peaceful Night
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmqf...

Bright flashes—please be careful

I was bored and wanted to try something new, so I decided to transform a photoshoot into something animated.

#bg3 #baldur'sgate3 #astarion #bg3astarion #bg3tav #tav #astarionxtav #Youtube

@sammysilverdyne.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 11:55 PM

Not too bad considering I took it on my Steam Deck OLED lol. Thank god I can install mods on there…

Edited the lighting a bit in Lightroom after the fact. #BG3 #Astarion

@nastymagpie.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 10:57 PM

smallstarion.jpg

#bg3 #astarion

kid Astarion watching a bird fly in the sky

@faeore.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 10:46 PM

Chapter 3: Page 29
Cityscapes kill me. Trying to find a middle ground of showing enough detail to tell it's a city while not going into micro details...
#astarion #bg3 #comic

@starshinedaisy.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 10:45 PM

Comic version of my last set of these cuties🥹💖

#bg3 #bg3vp #astarion

@meanbossart.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 9:35 PM

Some Hellspawn. For the fans.

#art #karlach #astarion #hellspawn #bg3

@thepalelawyer.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 6:59 PM

Dropping chapter 4 of Two Bit Sinners today, my western AU #bloodweave #bg3fanfic
This is my first chapter with art, this time by Lindayss on tumblr!
Gale is back…good luck getting rid of him now 🤠 👀
archiveofourown.org/works/915369...
#astarion #galedekarios #bg3 #yallstarion #fanfic #fanart

Gale and Astarion standing off against each other, with a sunset scene and cows in the background. Gale is broader than his in game version, with longer hair and purple marks of corruption creeping up his arm and chest. He’s wearing a brown vest and pants over a white shirt with rolled up sleeves, and a glove on his corrupted hand. Astarion is thinner, more wasted from his captivity, and shirtless here, wearing chaps over black pants and reaching for his gun. He’s wearing a sunwalking ring on his index finger.

He tried to focus on the relief he felt from abject hunger
—the blood returning life to his numb extremities, flushing his skin back to something approaching living skin, rendering his mind capable of more complex reasoning once more. He stifled a groan-even alone, he'd learned to suppress any hint of emotion while feeding-and tilted his head to press his fangs a little deeper, coax a little stronger flow from the vein. He felt greedy, now that he finally had access to plenty, and who knew how long it would be until he had a chance like this again—
Suddenly there was a noise. A dry, awful noise.
Someone clearing their throat. Astarion's blood ran cold despite his newfound warmth. He jerked suddenly upright, his eyes wild and his chin streaked with blood as the cow startled, then shied away and fled bellowing to the other side of end of the pasture.

Through the haze of dust the beast had kicked up, Astarion spotted the man from the apothecary, standing placidly with arms folded before him. He was the one with that silly name, whatever it was. Something to do with a storm?
"I don't think the Hallowleafs would appreciate you poking holes in their prized heifer, Aldric," the man commented dryly. Aldric...? Ah. Right. Astarion wiped his mouth hastily with the back of his hand, his eyes narrowing as his hand flew automatically to the gun he wore at his hip. The man had thrown him off, though, by seeming strangely unthreatened. Most who saw evidence of a vampire-especially some freak who could walk in sunlight—would move to stake him on the spot, or call up a lynch mob.
Surely there was law enforcement in this town, although he hadn't encountered them yet. What exactly had this one en, anyway?but he supposed the blood he'd only just wiped from his mouth along with the man's commentary said it all. Fuck.

What use was he making of his vampiric senses if an ordinary, obnoxious human man could sneak up on him?
Particularly one who couldn't stop talking. He d been distracted, feeding after so long, but this was bad. His fingers closed around the cold barrel of the pistol at his hip.
"It's Gale, remember?" the man reminded him unhelpfully.
"We met at the apothecary...and you know, I'd rather advise against your current course of action." Too late, Astarion noticed that this man was no slouch with his own hands, although surely he couldn't match the vampire's dexterity...and yet he'd flipped his own revolver out from behind his folded arms, aimed it, his thumb squarely on the hammer.
Astarion snorted inelegantly. "Well, you could try." He tapped his bare chest demonstratively. "But unless you've got a harpoon gun, I wish you luck."