Still Not Over This Little Stool :3

I don’t think I’ve ever drawn a bat before 🤔 but here is a quick Batstarion doodle 🦇✨

Couldn’t help it:

Love how this one turned out 🌖✨

Best quidditch team (๑>◡<๑) 💕

I want you to know I love your Astarion posts - they're so thoughtful and well written but still succinct, and I'm having a great time reading them right before I start a replay. But I also adore how organized they are and how easy it is to find the master post, so thank you for that!

Wow thank you so much! 🥺✨ I’m really glad to hear the link system is working well - I hoped it would make the navigation easier.

And it means so much that you (and everyone, really!) are following along! Honestly, I wasn’t sure what to expect when I started posting bg3 content here, since I wasn’t very active and definitely arrived late to the party, but it’s been such a welcoming and thoughtful community, with so many great, thought-provoking posts too.

Thank you for this addition! I didn’t go that far in my thoughts and I am still figuring out for myself what kind of master Cazador was to Astarion and his siblings and what kind of life they had in that place.

And I love the other poster’s thoughts on the quote. I feel a bit sorry that Larian decided to remove it.

Astarion's Shirt

(8/? part of “Astarion: In Search of True Self” — [masterpost here])

This part is short, and probably has been talked about before, but I just wanted to share how much I love that the game gives us character insight through small, indirect details. For example, the description of Astarion’s shirt.

“A once-fine shirt that’s seen years of cuts, tears, and careful repairs. Clearly someone cares about looking good.”

At first glance, it’s a nod to his vanity - Astarion knows how gorgeous he is, and he clearly enjoys small luxuries when he can. But I think there’s more to it than that.

Yes, his appearance was Astarion’s tool to do his job - luring people for Cazador. But maybe this careful mending of that shirt feels like something else, something “human.”

I can't help but imagine Astarion’s frame bending over his shirt and fixing it up once again, working so carefully on the stitches… And there is something deeply sad about it - but also resilient. Him, in that cold castle, maybe after another torture or another night with someone he didn’t want to be with. So here he is, just sitting there in his little corner - a bed in a room he shares with other spawns - working on his clothes quietly.

Maybe telling himself that he can still look like this life as a slave doesn’t make him any less, like he still can carry himself with pride. It is something he still can control. And it is not about vanity, but dignity - another small act of defiance in its own quiet way. His insistence that he still matters, that he is still someone. Even if no one else cares. Even if it is just him, needle in hand, patching fabric like he wished he could patch up the holes inside his heart, too.

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I’m so happy about that little stool Astarion has in his tent :3

Btw Shadowheart also has one!

I like Holly Black’s «The Folk of the Air» book series and there something Cardan once said to Jude that was carved into my memory, even though I couldn’t fully understand the meaning:

“By you, I am forever undone.”

But now, after getting to know Astarion, I think I am starting to understand.

Maybe it’s kind of love that feels like a wave washed over everything inside you, leaving no place untouched, changing you the way you’ll never be the same again. And how when you look at that person there is nothing about them that lefts you indifferent - every time you look at them you feel something in you falling apart, but in the best possible way.

*studying at Japanese language school*

*after a weekend of watching Pokémon*

*spacing out*

Sensei: nandaka...

Me: !

Inner voice + bg music + lights:

Nanda kanda iwaretara

Kotaete ageru ga yo no nasake