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@thepalelawyer.bsky.socialOct 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."
@thepalelawyer.bsky.socialSep 26, 2026, 8:47 PM

Happy harvest moon week 🌖 #yallstarion #bg3vp

@thepalelawyer.bsky.socialSep 25, 2026, 5:12 PM

Oops #yallstarion I always forget I have to drop the apostrophe like a heathen

@astarionposting.bsky.socialSep 25, 2026, 2:38 PM

Yee haw 👢
So excited for @fanfrontier.bsky.social this weekend 💃

#astarion #bg3 #yallstarion #cosplay #comiccon

@thepalelawyer.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 6:00 PM

Yooooo, I couldn’t be more pleased with the y’allstarion tattoo I snagged this weekend from a.la.morte on instagram. I love that I didn’t even have to ask for the claws, slay 💅 and we all know who the drow armor belongs to, hehe 🤠
#yallstarion #bg3 #tattoo #astarion

A tattoo of Astarion clad in black leather drow armor, cowboy hat and a sunwalker ring. He’s holding a gun and smoke is billowing out of it and wreathing his head. My leg is vampire shade too A printout of the same image before being tattooed.
@thepalelawyer.bsky.socialSep 9, 2026, 6:42 PM

Chapter 2 of Two Bit Sinners, Traveler’s Rest, is now available on AO3: archiveofourown.org/works/915369...
In which we meet our other main character 👀
I’ll keep posting these updates biweekly. My outline is currently 30 chapters 😅 better giddy up.
#bg3 #astarion #fanfic #yallstarion #astarionbg3

Y’allstarion aiming his gun at some figure out of frame on the horizon. The sky is purple in the twilight. It was all Astarion could manage to stay seated as the horse plunged deeper into the desert. He squeezed his eyes shut to avoid the fine spray of sand it was kicking up. Each time it seemed the beast had worn itself out enough to slow its initial flight, he shifted and his knees on either side of its flanks spurred it forward again. He realized the pattern eventually, but try as he might, he couldn't seem to stay atop the horse without digging his knees into his mount's ribs. As the sun began to sink, finally he spotted a hazy shadow at the edge of the horizon. He all but sobbed in relief, making the horse's ears twitch. "Let's get there," he murmured weakly, clinging to the animal's neck. Finally they had slowed. The horse's sides were wet with a fine lather of sweat now, and Astarion's cheeks tightened with disgust as he made an effort to stroke its neck soothingly.The beast tossed its head and nickered, seemingly somewhat gentled—or just exhausted—by the effort of escape. "They'll be looking for us, you know," Astarion muttered, wincing as he shifted atop his mount. "The both of us. Better stay sharp." Another half hour passed before the shadow on the horizon became real. It was a proper town this time, with a few brick buildings amongst the shacks and the vague green shadow of something agricultural beyond, not just dust. A sense of familiarity prickled at the edge of his awareness, but he pushed it away. Focus. There was a properly packed road running right through the middle of town. Astarion's gaze swung warily from side to side as he approached, still clinging to the horse without much in the way of dignity. But it got worse as he slid off, barely catching himself on legs that had turned to jelly. Had he really exerted himself so much?Y’allstarion looking sad, lying reclined on a hay bale in the rafters of a barn