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Apex Chapter Three is LIVE! You came for the smut, now stay for the plot! How Tempest met Halsin (POC OC B3 x Halsin)
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18+ Instinct +50,000 words, Halsin x POC OC (B3), Competence Kink, Post Game
18+ Heat +5500 words, Cross-Over: Halsin x Tav x POC OC (B3) x Zevlor, Spicy Lemon, Post Game
Wild Card:
18+ "Good lass." 653 words, Halsin x Fem!Reader, One Shot, Oral, Soft Dom/Inexperience
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@quinthebard: the Elven (changeling) Harper who gets into all sorts of trouble and is a huge flirt.
@amorgansgal: loves Morgan and Halsin, as God intended.
@rambling-tam: immortalized in both LoTR: RoP and BG3 fandom.
@bhaal-battle-beer-bard: creator of Saulus, the Tiefling poet of Baldurâs Gate with a ruby-red past.
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#i appreciate how genuine and non-judgemental this comic feels
#like left one is not upset at right one for caring while being powerless
#and right one seems genuinely distraught and not performative
I'm glad the facial expressions are coming across accurately!
It can feel so absurd to say gosh I hope the torment maze removes some fire and rusty nails soon, but alas, sometimes that's all one can do.
Also sometimes you and your friend are both in Torment Mazes, different ones, and while yours is way hotter, you know that your friend's has just so many more rusty nails than yours does, and so you and your friend vent to one another about your respective Torment Mazes and sympathize in a way that makes very clear that it's not a Torment Maze Olympics, there is no competitive element about whose Torment Maze is worse, and you both just genuinely wish the other to be freed from their Torment Maze as soon as humanly possible
A gift for my friend, artist and writer, Nick, and her incredible OC đ @quinthebard!
Summary: A standoff between a sore Sorcerer Tempest and an idle Harper, Quin (Affectionately) CW: pregnant OC Rating: Mature(flirting) Word count: 1606
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Tempest paced back and forth barefoot, one hand rubbing beneath her gently curved bump and the other resting against her bandeau top. A tight-knit frown settled on her face as she moved, deep in thought.
Quin studied her quietly from beside the campfire, his turquoise eyes tracking her tall profile, alert to her stormy mood. She had flung the tent flap aside only moments ago, wrestling her way out of the pile of furs and blankets after sundown. Without acknowledging him, she reached for a hair tie and, with impatient movements, pulled her long silver braids into a high ponytail.
Meanwhile, Quin had frozen, silently questioning what any of this meant.
They had only just made camp and secured their tent poles. A small cauldron simmered over the fire with a sparse, clear rabbit stew. Busying himself with unlatching the straps covering his arms and shoulders, the Harper wonderedânot for the first timeâwhether there was any threat to the sorceressâs state of being, and whether he would be able to help her.
They had taken a risk coming out here, trekking through the woodlands in search of a possibly missing druid. Still, his instincts told Quin it was best not to stir the waters. Tempest had reminded him more than once that she would tell him if anything was amiss and that he neednât worry.
Setting his sword belt aside on the bedroll where he sat cross-legged, Quin became lost in his own worst-case scenarios. An inexperienced bachelor with no more knowledge of pregnancy than his textbooks provided, he failed to catch the frustrated warlockâs low curse as she pivoted and marched towards him, her eyes backlit and trained upon their target:
The fey bard.
It was not until a broad shadow and a wash of heat reached his side that Quin nearly jumped out of his skin. He whipped his head around, only to be met by the muscular thighs of the Amazonian woman standing over him, thankfully with her laced trousers still firmly in place, though loosened.
The Harper could feel the stag in him stir, fine copper hairs standing on end as he craned his neck. His eyes widened as he faced the fury of storms within the dark womanâs chiselled face.
For a moment, he sat tongue-tied, his throat bobbing as he prepared to utter an apology, his muscles already coiling to move away. Then Tempest pursed her full lips and tilted her head. One hand rested upon her cocked hip while the other continued caressing her baby bump.
She stood close enough for him to catch her scent: an intoxicating blend of spiced vanilla and purified salt from her trip to the river.
âHow are your hands?â
Her deep yet unmistakably feminine voice caressed his senses like a tempered spring, distracting Quin for a fraction of a second before he furrowed his brow.
âHow are myâŚ? I beg your pardon?â
Lifting her chin, Tempest raised her brows and stepped closer, forcing Quin to straighten where he sat beneath her. He strained to maintain eye contact, wary of the tension and static in the air. A surreptitious glance down her toned body revealed the shifting cycle of colours moving along her tattoos and scars.
âYour hands, Quin. Show them to me.â
She stood so close that he noticed her lightly coloured belly button peeking at him.
Quin swallowed nervously.
ââŚAs you wish. May I ask what this is for?â he replied with a titter.
His voice was light, as though attempting to dissuade a hungry lioness.
How Halsin comes out of this unscathed is a miracleâŚ
Her imperious expression did not help matters, those opal-whites giving nothing away.
Quin hardly knew her. He had only joined with the formidable storm sorceress for a mission or two, never while she was pregnant and under pressure.
Removing his gloves while keeping his eyes on his companion, Quin habitually folded them neatly and placed them beside him. He caught her curious glance before it returned to him with its full strength and focus.
A minute twitch tugged at her lips.
Meanwhile, Quin found it increasingly difficult to keep his curious eyes from wandering over her. This close, he realised he had never truly taken a good look at herâcertainly not outside her leathers.
Why Halsin had not objected to his lover traipsing around FaerĂťn armed to the teeth in her condition was beyond him, yet deeply fascinating to his bardic side.
His freckled hands now bare, he held them palms-up. His dishevelled bangs fell forward over his eyes like copper.
The College of Swords bard could feel the faint fatigue settling in his broad shoulders after a long day of fighting. His padded armour hung open at the chest, revealing his loosely fitted undershirt.
He tensed when the sorceressâs warm, velvet hand enveloped his own, turning it this way and that for her inspection.
Wherever does this lead, I wonder?
Clearing his throat, he watched the gears turning behind her eyes.
Quin reached Tempest's shoulders on a good day. To be seated directly beneath a woman of her stature was something else entirelyâand not wholly unwelcome.
Tempestâs touch was purposeful.
Her manicured nails and the soft pads of her fingers traced the veins along the back of his hand, smoothing over his nails and palm.
The dimple in her left cheek told him she was worrying the inside of her mouth, a habit he had noticed but did not particularly want her to know he had observed.
She was gauging him for something.
Apparently, he passed.
As soon as she had turned his hand over, she released him. Then, as though conjured from thin air, two small, teardrop-shaped glass bottles landed in his lap.
âTheyâll do.â
Bewildered, Quin lowered his hands into his lap and squinted at her.
âTheyâll do?â
âMhm.â Tempest shifted her weight gingerly onto her other foot, returning one protective hand to her belly. Her laser focus remained upon him, now wandering up and down his seated form.
âHalsinâs hands are broad, warm, and rough. But yours? Suspiciously smooth, clean, and well-groomed.â
âRight. Thatâs⌠thank you, I guess. But that still doesnâtââ
Looking around for something to anchor himselfâor perhaps an escapeâQuin rubbed his hands against his thighs.
âYou havenât seen a dayâs worth of honest work, have you?â Tempest asked, tucking her chin and raising her brows.
With a sigh, Quin rose to his feet, the faint irritation of a long day beginning to show upon his face.
âI used to tend my parentsâ garden, actually.â
That earned him a snort.
âLook, I am but a humble bard. If youâre looking to have a go at me, Iâm afraid youâd be wasting yourââ
âA humble bard?â Tempest challenged.
For a moment, Quin was distracted by the way the flames painted her shimmering skin and glinted off the beads and cuffs in her tresses.
Quin was shorter than his partner, Astarion, but Tempestâs physique was comparable to Karlachâs. He remembered the tiefling being rather partial to tossing him over her shoulder with great exuberance.
âEvery noble lady and lord fawning over your prowess with a fiddle, yet here you stand before me, idle and empty-handed.â
Quin scowled and blinked incredulously as he followed the womanâs descent. She lowered herself, her gold-painted lashes fluttering at him, then sat cross-legged upon his bedroll. Her back remained slightly stiff and the movement visibly strained as she turned away, sweeping her long hair aside to bare her back and neck.
She waited expectantly.
âAt ease, Harper. Iâm only messing with you. It relieves me of my discomfort. Now come, sit⌠Please.â
Patting the blanket, Tempest looked over her shoulder with a tender smile.
Quinâs resistance came tumbling down.
He found himself doing exactly as she asked, as though bewitched, and lowered himself behind her.
Then, to his shock, she closed what little distance remained.
Tempest showed him the bottles again. The tips of Quinâs ears grew hot from the sudden proximity. Wide-eyed and at a loss for words.
âI asked to see your hands because I need you to help me apply these oils.â
The sorceress grinned at him, triumphant, though her laugh was almost sheepish.
All Quin could muster was:
âOh.â
Is that all?
They had certainly had their differences of opinion throughout their journey, but to think she was capable of setting him up like this?
Tempest faced forward after he accepted the harmless bottle of fragrant oil and uncorked it.
âWhat does it do?â
âHelps with the soreness. No matter how many pillows I have, or which side I sleep on, I cannot find relief.â
âAnd Halsin assists you, I take it? Iâm not sure Iâll be of much use hereâŚâ
âYouâre a swordsman. Your grip is loose but controlledâfirm enough to keep your weapon, flexible enough not to strain your hand. So, I imagine you know your way around fingerwork⌠and pressure.â
At that, Quin choked and coughed into the crook of his arm.
Tempest laughed aloud, but it did not last long.
Quin concentrated on his handiwork, following his companion's direction. He carefully worked over the swell of her hips, and later, just shy of the edge of her bandeau top, before progressing to her neck and shoulders.
He found that he did not mind the task at all.
He revelled in the feel of her skin and the firm muscle beneath his grip, careful to keep his unguarded attention away from her closed eyes and unabashed moans.
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You will heal. You will create again. You will wake up genuinely excited about your life. You will laugh again. You will get out of survival mode. You will trust yourself again. You will get your spark back. You will find your way back to yourself. You will. You will. You will.
I think Iâve finally figured out why the recent proliferation of tag-list sign-ups on Tumblr makes me so uneasy.
I donât blame individuals for using them. Itâs a system failure more than anything else. Tumblr is unreliable, posts disappear, and everyone is trying to make sure their work actually reaches the people who want to see it.
But the solution still feels strangely alienating to me.
Tumblr increasingly encourages us to formalise what used to happen organically through social circulation.
Now it becomes: âSign up here so you donât miss my work.â
This resembles subscription logic. And once participation becomes opt-in, categorised and administered, something that once felt like community can start to feel more like a mailing list. Attention on demand.
Thereâs also social pressure and risk attached to that. We can sincerely say âno hard feelings if you want to be removedâ while still privately feeling rejected when someone opts out. Our work is personal. So the pressure isnât entirely imaginary.
And Iâve had enough instances where declining a tag list, removing myself from one, or simply not participating was followed by silence, unfollows, outright blocking, or suddenly finding myself outside a tight-knit circle that I no longer experience these invitations as completely neutral.
I also find the contradiction hard to ignore: fandom often criticises words like content, engagement, growth, audience, and branding for importing commercial logic into fanworks, while increasingly adopting highly systematised ways of circulating that same creative output.
I understand why itâs happening.
I just donât want to subscribe to everything I care about.
Iâve updated my pinned post with my stance on tagging! Hopefully this makes things easier to navigate and gives people a little more confidence to take initiative.
And no, I donât find you annoying for being sociable on a social media site đ
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I think Iâve finally figured out why the recent proliferation of tag-list sign-ups on Tumblr makes me so uneasy.
I donât blame individuals for using them. Itâs a system failure more than anything else. Tumblr is unreliable, posts disappear, and everyone is trying to make sure their work actually reaches the people who want to see it.
But the solution still feels strangely alienating to me.
Tumblr increasingly encourages us to formalise what used to happen organically through social circulation.
Now it becomes: âSign up here so you donât miss my work.â
This resembles subscription logic. And once participation becomes opt-in, categorised and administered, something that once felt like community can start to feel more like a mailing list. Attention on demand.
Thereâs also social pressure and risk attached to that. We can sincerely say âno hard feelings if you want to be removedâ while still privately feeling rejected when someone opts out. Our work is personal. So the pressure isnât entirely imaginary.
And Iâve had enough instances where declining a tag list, removing myself from one, or simply not participating was followed by silence, unfollows, outright blocking, or suddenly finding myself outside a tight-knit circle that I no longer experience these invitations as completely neutral.
I also find the contradiction hard to ignore: fandom often criticises words like content, engagement, growth, audience, and branding for importing commercial logic into fanworks, while increasingly adopting highly systematised ways of circulating that same creative output.
I understand why itâs happening.
I just donât want to subscribe to everything I care about.
hikes are very good yes but a deluxe hike is when you are accompanied by a freak with niche nature knowledge. theyâre like omg stop thereâs a horned valerian varmint beetle here and then you both get to crouch down and look at a bug like :)
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I think Iâve finally figured out why the recent proliferation of tag-list sign-ups on Tumblr makes me so uneasy.
I donât blame individuals for using them. Itâs a system failure more than anything else. Tumblr is unreliable, posts disappear, and everyone is trying to make sure their work actually reaches the people who want to see it.
But the solution still feels strangely alienating to me.
Tumblr increasingly encourages us to formalise what used to happen organically through social circulation.
Now it becomes: âSign up here so you donât miss my work.â
This resembles subscription logic. And once participation becomes opt-in, categorised and administered, something that once felt like community can start to feel more like a mailing list. Attention on demand.
Thereâs also social pressure and risk attached to that. We can sincerely say âno hard feelings if you want to be removedâ while still privately feeling rejected when someone opts out. Our work is personal. So the pressure isnât entirely imaginary.
And Iâve had enough instances where declining a tag list, removing myself from one, or simply not participating was followed by silence, unfollows, outright blocking, or suddenly finding myself outside a tight-knit circle that I no longer experience these invitations as completely neutral.
I also find the contradiction hard to ignore: fandom often criticises words like content, engagement, growth, audience, and branding for importing commercial logic into fanworks, while increasingly adopting highly systematised ways of circulating that same creative output.
I understand why itâs happening.
I just donât want to subscribe to everything I care about.
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Tactically placed myself on the side of the photo so I could make a version without me later. đ Everyone else looks amazing, but Iâm pretty basic. Maybe except the height
You, hey you - yes you! Your writing is staggering and a pleasure!
Can we normalize "smaller" writers regularly receiving messages of appreciation in their ask boxes?
With visual artists - whether creating fanart or VPs - itâs often common practice for followers to leave admiration, support, and kind words in the asks, giving them a boost alongside the usual interactions and stats.
Even the huge, widely known authors - whose works reach hundreds of people or more - occasionally receive messages simply praising their work.
I want to show appreciation not just for a writer who perhaps doesn't get the visibility she deserves - while striving with all her might to support and read others' work - but for a writer whose words are a thrill and a joy every single time.
Sam â whether itâs "Worthy", one of your one-shots, a snippet, or a short line for a VP - your writing just flows.
It flows like a river; there isn't a single letter, line, or paragraph where I have to - or want to - pause.
Just as I never want it to end.
Every word leaves me craving more; my eyes never wander, and there isn't a second of boredom. No stumbling, no re-reading because something was unclear.
No, it feels as natural as a second skin; it reaches out to take your hand and whisks you away to another world, all while sounding as delicate and beautiful as a song in the forest.
It really is like following a current - gentle and exciting all at once.
And the smut â don't get me started on the smut.
Spice that is also wonderfully poetic. Fire painted onto the skin like poetry, yet so passionate and scandalous that it makes me blush - and always romantic.
Romantic ecstasy reaching the most intimate, heavenly heights.
The perfect combination of smut and romance.
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Your language is beautifully vivid and evocative, making the act of reading feel as natural as breathing.
For this, you have earned back - many times over - all the enthusiasm you pour into the works of others.
Unfortunately, one cannot control how much joy and energy others return or reflect back.
But rest assured: having even a few truly admiring, passionate readers who genuinely cherish your work and what you have created is already a truly great treasure.
So my thrilled veneration, how you provide stories not only in writing but also accompanied with your wonderful screenshots and work on all fronts.
This is how it felt reading all this. I'm... lost for words, really, I don't know what I did to deserve such kind words, Bhaalie. I even cried reading it.
Thank you so, so much, really. To know that you are so fond of my writing is so rewarding, you made me very happy. I don't know, I am just.... gaah T_T Thank you one million times - and it won't be enough đ
You are an amazing writer who pleases my mind, my eyes, my fantasy and I just read like watching a movie or someone else reading to me - a wonderful audio book đ
So every bloody effort you put into your works is worth it - and it should be acknowledged.
A story, a snippet, a chapter is not done in 4 hours for example. Some can present wonderful masterpieces of digital art in 4 hours đ¨ đ¤Ż
Writing cuts your brain into puzzles pieces and I am so proud you never give up despite the hard work it takes, in spite you have such a time consuming job in real life hardly offering enough hours left to write - and I am very glad to read those fruits of your hard work, when the fine wine is finally finished đˇ
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Hi, I hope it's alright to ask your thoughts on something about Astarion. I just think your posts always show a very deep understanding of Astarion as a character, especially in regards to his complicated views on sex and intimacy, and I really appreciate and respect your analyses. I'm only on my second playthrough, so I like to hear from people who have played a lot more than I have.
Iâve been thinking a lot about Astarionâs state of mind in the first sex scene in act one (I'm currently writing about it). The more I think about it, his experience seems to be a very complex mixture of both positive and negative that exist simultaneously. These are just some of my current personal thoughts (all of this in the context of the PC being someone who treats him well and is generally a good person):
This is the first time he's getting to have sex on his own terms in 200 years, and that's probably liberating, in a slightly terrified and overwhelmed way. He is likely trying to convince himself that he feels more empowered and in-control than he actually does, because he needs that feeling.Â
He knows the PC better than he ever knew any of his past targets, but he doesnât yet believe that they truly care about him, either.
The sex ends up meaning more to him than he thought it would, but I also imagine it isn't exactly enjoyable for him, given his dissociation, feelings of disgust, and the fact that this was all just supposed to be an act.Â
He is also probably struggling to reconcile the fact that heâs growing to genuinely like the PC with his belief that they are fetishizing him (this also connects with your incredible post about Astarionâs feelings about feeding on the PC at this point, and how biting during sex can be enjoyable for him, though still uncomfortable in that he views it as transactional)Â
He feels like his performance here is important to his survival, because in his mind he is using sex as currency to get the PC on his side. The transactional nature of it is probably comfortable in its familiarity, yet no less disgusting for him.
 So what Iâm ultimately trying to ask is:Â
In your opinion, how much of this experience feels positive to him vs negative?Â
Which of the feelings mentioned above do you think are at the forefront of his mind going into the encounter? Which ones âwin outâ over others? Are there more factors I forgot / didnât list?
(I hope I made this sound somewhat coherent. Iâve had a hard time articulating my thoughts about this scene.)
First of all, thank you so much for your kind words đ Iâm always very touched when people say they enjoy reading my stuff.
I donât know if my understanding of the character is so relevant, all I can say is that I relate to him on many levels, and therefore I analyse him from my personal perspective. Which also means that my posts are just one interpretation among many others.
Now, concerning this scene, thereâs a lot to unpack. And I first have to say that there is no clear answer to the question "Did he enjoy it or not?". IMO, it will always be yes and no. And I'm only offering a personal analysis of this ambivalent situation.
Proceed at your own discretion because Iâm going to talk about trauma, SA, sex-work and complicated relations to sex in general. Be careful.
Please, keep in mind that al of this is pure speculation (and forgive the typosđ )(and this post is long and chaotic, sorry).
I globally agree with all your points, and I love that you mentioned the complexity of his feelings during this scene. We can all agree that he has contradictive feelings about sex in Act 1. It's not just disgust, not just hedonism, not just attraction, not just manipulation: it's all of this and more.
And thatâs one of the things I love about the writing of this character.
Sex is always complex (for everyone) but for survivors itâs even more complicated. And I love that Astarionâs narrative stands against the âperfect victimâ tropes and the idea that SA survivors are incapable of enjoying sex. Despite the decades of SA, Astarion still enjoys it and wants it, but his desire is tainted with self-loathing, with fear. He deals with those through defence mechanisms and what Iâd call âautomatismsâ from his former experiences and obligations. Â
That's why before I answer your questions, I want to add one point which can also work as a foreword to the rest of the post: Astarion is attracted to the PC.
He says it during the confession scene, and there's no reason for him to lie at this point. Likewise, if the PC tells him they can be together without having sex, he's indeed relieved, pleasantly surprised, but he jests about it being a challenge.
I think there's some truth in those words: it will be somehow challenging. First because sex is the only kind of intimacy he's known for 200 years; it's will be difficult to "quit the habit", to discover and get used to new ways to get close to someone. Secondly, because he does find the PC attractive and probably wants to be able to have sex with them without feeling bad about it.
After all, it seems like he enjoyed sex very much before Cazador turned him, since at the beginning, he thought he could still enjoy having sex with his targets.
Meaning sex wasnât something that disgusted him before all this. He might be able to remember (deep down) that sex can be 100% enjoyable.
Yet, it doesnât necessarily means heâs now incapable of enjoying it; it only means that itâs going to be more complicated. He needs to rediscover how to fully enjoy it again â on his own terms â now that heâs free to give his consent.
Take the brothel scene for instance; if the PC has sex with Astarion and the Drow twins after dealing with Cazador, he's at first very excited about it. And I don't see any lie here, he's genuinely enthusiastic.
Unfortunately, during the orgy, he realises that itâs not for him ( not yet at least). Being with many people, and/or with someone that is not the PC is still an experience that triggers his trauma. But he didn't know that, he wasn't expecting his trauma to manifest. He wanted to do it, he wanted to enjoy it.
Not only he falls back into his old mechanism: sex as a performance, Astarion as an entertainer who must give the best performance to his partners, paying no attention to his own desire and needs. Followed by dissociation, which is something that happen automatically. You don't decide to dissociate. It's your brain switching off because the reality is too uncomfortable. It's survival.
Anyways, this bad experience is typical of what can happen to someone who's healing. It's normal. You want to explore your sexuality, and sometimes it works perfectly well, and sometimes not. Thatâs what healing is about. It's not linear, and sometimes it's messy.
It is true that some SA survivors are perpetually sex revulsed. And some of them become sex-addicts. And for most of them, itâs somewhere in-between. Still capable of enjoying sex VERY MUCH, but also finding themselves disgusted by sex sometimes for reasons they canât really explain. Thereâs no rule as to how survivors experience sexual attraction.Â
All of this to say that it is clear to me that Astarion experience sexual attraction, that he is attracted to the PC and that even in Act 1, an important part of him wants to have sex with the PC.
Back to your points.
Control, habits and defence mechanisms
I like how you said he âis likely trying to convince himself that he feels more empowered and in-control than he actually does, because he needs that feeling.â
Thereâs definitely something in his mind that still thinks as a slave, something which believes that he must have sex to be safe. Because it was the case for as long as he can remember.
Seducing people, sleeping with them without thinking about his own needs, that's part of his habitus. His body has been a tool for so long that he still sees it as such.
Itâs ingrained in his mind, and even if heâs regaining his agency, some of the seeds planted by Cazador persist in his mind (and will until the Act 2 confession). Astarion says it himself, it's instinctive. And as you put it, it's somehow comfortable, it's charted territories.
A part of him tells him his only value relies on his sexual skills. Therefore he associates sex to a âsafety netâ. But he probably hasnât acknowledged that yet in act 1; he prefers to lie to himself and to pretend heâs sleeping with the PC because he has become the puppet master. It's easier to think that way. But in fact, it was just a automatism, his survival instinct. So even if heâs really attracted to the PC, Astarion is still driven by fear and by a need to control how the PC feels about him (precisely because he's so afraid to lose control over the situation). And sex is the perfect tool for that. His body is the perfect tool.
[I can recall a few numbers of times when I had sex with people while lying to myself and pretending I 100% wanted it, pretending I was the one in control, when in fact, I had sex with those persons for reasons that had nothing to do with my own desire. It doesn't mean I didn't find them attractive, it doesn't mean I regret having sex with them, but it still means that my motivations werenât what I thought they were, that my decision to have sex was still controlled by something else in my mind, something different from my actual desire. I acknowledged it months and sometimes years later.]
When Astarion welcomes the PC in the clearing, heâs performing. When I say heâs performing, I mean in the way he presents himself as as a person craving for sex, and he expresses his desire as such. He puts on the mask of the âmysterious sexy vampireâ, keeping his voice low and his smirk sharp. He plays his part, the one he's played for years. He pretends to be the lover he thinks the PC wants him to be, the overly seductive vampire with his exaggerated declarations.
I think there are several ways to explain why he feels the need to perform:
It has always worked with his target up to now
That's the only way he knows
The exaggeration is also a shield behind which he can hide his vulnerabilities
Let me explain that last point : Saying a simple âIâm attracted to you, I want to be with you tonightâ, without all the grandiloquence, is not something he would do at this point (even if that's how he feels), because that would make him look vulnerable. That would mean being honest with himself and with you, letting you see his raw desire, so to speak. It would feel too real (I purposely insist on that word and you all know why), and it's easier to exaggerate the whole thing and to pretend to be the hedonistic and over-the-top vampire. After all, heâs confident, heâs been doing that for years. He knows it works. He knows heâs hard to resist.
But when you think about it, he's obviously lying, saying he wanted this to happen since his first meeting with the PC... Come on, the first time they met he was ready to kill them.
It's a lovely lie, just like the "I love you" during his second proposition for sex (I talked about it here), but when you look into it, it's far grimmer.
Once more, there's a parallel between sex and death: "to have you"= Killing you. I already talked about that connection here, so I'll just quote myself: "It's possible to see Astarion's offer to kill you as a foreshadowing of him offering you to have sex with you. And considering what sex means to him at this point of his life - a tool to manipulate, which can lead to his partners to death - the parallel between the two in early act 1 makes a lot of sense to me."
But oh! ÂľTav/Durge survived that first night with him! The PC is still here in the morning! That's new! It never happened to him before, waking up next to his partner. He needs to control this unusual and terrifying experience! Quick!
So I tend to think that the little remark about the PC being loud all night falls along those lines. He displays his (exaggerated) hedonistic and over-confident part of his persona, as a way to reassert that heâs the one in control. As if saying, reminding them: "I made you (the leader of the group) scream all night because I decided to, and everybody knows about it. Iâm the one calling the shots.âÂ
But I think it's also as way to hide how he really feels about that night. So instead of opening up and saying how he feels about it, he teases the PC about their own enjoyment. Another defence mechanism.
And yet, the mask cracks a little bit when he asks if the PC wants to lose themselves in him; he suddenly looks terribly sadâŚ
he asks for a consent he was never able to give before that
Thatâs probably a line heâs said thousands of times before and those who agreed did get lost⌠in death
It brings him back to the feeling of being a toy for others to enjoy, for people to use so they can "lose themselves"
The look on his face here is what he's trying to hide during this scene. He's wearing that mask (which will come back later if you ascend him), because he needs to protect himself. I'm not even sure if he acknowledges it at this point. It's an automatism.
But I believe that, as the night unfolds, he finds himself enjoying it.
Maybe it's just me, but I tend to feel like heâs getting more like his playful and silly self when you let him bite you. Whereas if you trust him to not bite, he keeps on performing, in control, like he was told to do by Cazador.Â
If you let him bite you, you roll on the ground and he looks pleasantly surprised. And I think he starts to have fun here.
(Shadowheart, please)
And I think he can enjoy it even if he dissociates. As I said, the switch is automatic when the brain finds itself in a situation that represents some kind of danger or discomfort. For two hundred years, Astarion experienced sex in a way that was all but comfortable, sex he didnât really want. It makes sense that his brain automatically switches off. Even though heâs having a good time here, intimacy itself is a trigger, no matter how much he's enjoying it. Itâs instinctive, just like flirting is instinctive to him, paradoxically.
And I find the way he explains it quite interesting:Â he pretends itâs because of his bloodlust, because he didn't want to get carried away.
You see in his eyes that heâs lying. And I kinda like it because itâs sooo relatable. Finding excuses to justify dissociation or plain detachment during sex? yeah, that something I did, with answers along those lines: âI didnât want to hurt you/I didnât want to be too intense/I didnât want to be too loud/I didn't want to scare you/I'm a little tired/etc."
And I still think he enjoys it even if heâs not 100% into it. He keeps his distance (mentally, emotionally) and itâs normal because heâs careful, because he doesnât really know how to let go. And (healthy, happy) sex is about letting go completely, itâs about trusting someone and allowing yourself to be completely free from your mental and physical restrains and automatisms.
Itâs easy to understand why he canât fully let go: heâs afraid, because heâs not 100% sure he can enjoy this, because he doesn't know how the PC will behave, and because he must be in control to feel safe.
His body knows how it works, so he lets his body act automatically, that body which have danced the same dance thousands of time. He doesnât have to think and itâs easier not to think. Easier and apparently safer than following his true desires. Here again, it's an automatism: his body knows, he can switch his mind off, protecting it from potential bad memories, protecting him from his own desire and feelings, protecting him from the temptation of being himself.
He canât let go, he has to be in control. if only to make sure he will offer his partner the best performance. Even if he's enjoying the moment because the PC is respectful, playful, gentle or whatever you imagine for this first night, he can't let go.
As you said, heâs convinced the PC is only here for his looks â But think about it: Astarion himself never offered anything other than sex, he didnât pretend he was in love with the PC. He only offered his body. By doing so, he's also protecting himself from potential feelings (theirs or his) of attachment and affection.
It's like saying âDonât get attached to me. Itâs just SEXâ. He pulls up his own walls to keep the PC outside. It's another contradiction: he suffers from being seen as a beautiful and shallow individual whoâs only good for sex, but he says upfront that he wonât give more than sex. He keeps the PC away (emotionally) while suffering from it. Thatâs another defence mechanism, combined with the fact that he probably still sees himself as a "mean to an end" (unconsciously), unable to see that he can be someone else than the "hedonistic and heartless vampire."
Besides, it's probable that he doesnât believe itâs even possible for anyone to care about him. So he anticipates a potential emotional disappointment by saying that itâs only sex, convincing himself as much as to convince the PC that thereâs nothing more to expect from it.
Positive/negative experience
You asked how much of this experience feels positive to him vs negative. Let's recap.
Positive feelings:
Excitement (first time having sex on his own terms + heâs attracted to the PC)
Physical pleasure (sex + blood if the PC lets him bite them)
Fun
A sense of freedom
Relief and a sense of pride (they fell into his trap)
A newfound affection (they trust him, they respect him)
Good surprise (he can still have fun while having sex!)
The PC being who they are (more about this later)
Negative feelings:
A sense of obligation
Fear
PTSD
The need to perform and make sure they enjoy it
Habits that make him serve instead of just enjoy the moment
Guilt
Shame
Confusion
Disgust
Feeling of being used (even if the PC isn't exactly "using him"; they accept his offer and they're not to be blamed for it)
One could think that the negative feelings are more important, and true, those bad feelings can be destructive. But I donât think the unbalance is so evident, maybe because the positive feelings are all completely new to him, therefore they may be particularly powerful.
But in fact, they're all entangled and messy, and I believe Astarion himself canât really make sense of them.
And later, he sums it up all on his own.
What we know, is that a few days later, he remembers that night as a good experience. And exceptionally good experience.
And tbh I think thatâs what matters: What he makes of this night, how he digests and, remembers it, and how he looks back at it. It was special. Special enough for him to admit it.
He admits it feels different with you, it feels good with you -- but he can't yet get rid of the negative feelings sneaking in the back of his mind, ruining what should be a lovely moment.
As for the main feeling at the forefront of his mind⌠I donât think it would be one feeling, but more a motivation: âI must stay in controlâ (whether he succeeded is up to discussion). In the end, I think he manages to suppress his main fears, to keep a certain distance, while at the same time finding himself surprised to be enjoying it.
Questionable motivations and enjoyment
As a SA survivor myself and a former sex-worker, there are so many things that fall close to home both in terms of ptsd, of performance and habitus. I perfectly see how desire, obligations, attraction and disgust can mingle until they become difficult to set apart. {Mind you, Iâm not saying that sex-work and sex-abuse are one and the same, far from it. One can be a sex-worker and have never been abused].
In the case of Astarion, heâs first and foremost a survivor, and even if he compares himself to a prostitute a few times, he had no choice in doing it. Therefore, it's not sex-work, itâs human trafficking.
Yet, it's still transactional, and just like a sex-worker, he had to perform, to let the partner(/client) believe that he wanted them, that he wanted it, that he was enjoying it, even when it wasnât the case. Remember how he made Sebastian believe he was head over heels for him.
During the first night with the PC, Astarion decides to have sex without anyone forcing him to do it. But he doesnât do it out of sheer lust and attraction. He does it because he wants to keep himself safe and he thinks thatâs the only way. Which is, imo, closer to what a sex-worker would do: having sex for money because they need that money to pay the rent or whatever they need to survive. No one is forcing them, except the material conditions and (in Astarionâs case at least) cognitive bias (the belief that heâs âonly good at thatâ) + long terms habits.
And just like a SW, he has to make them believe that he's totally into it (believe me, client don't enjoy it as much if the SW doesn't pretend to be attracted to them).
Look at him, heâs performing. He's said those lines multiples times before. Even the movement of his hand: itâs theatrical. Itâs planned and calculated.
This too is instinctive. He's done that for years and he is good at it.
Look at the shift, look how easy it is for him to put on a smiling face to "open a lot of doors" (and legs).
And after pretending to be attracted to those persons, he had to pretend sleeping with them didn't affect him. That too falls close to home.
That line in particular. SO FUCKING RELATABLE IT HURTS.
In my experience, there had been bad experiences. But you go on, because you need to. And to protect your own sanity, you stick to the idea that it's fine, that you can do that again. That it doesn't matter.
But it does matter.
And yet....
In the case of SW (which should always be consensual), being with a client can be a nice experience. Some clients are attractive, some clients are very sweet and respectful, some clients are very good fucks, some clients are all of this (and some clients are bastards but weâre not talking about them here). In any case, they are still clients. As a SW, I didnât see them as potential ârealâ lovers, and I wouldnât have considered sleeping with them in any other situation. It doesnât mean the experience was bad. I had genuine O with some clients and really enjoyed the company of some of them.
It seems contradictory, but it's real.
Back to Astarion: at the beginning of the meeting it ultimately starts with a performance, like the SW pretending they really want it (whereas they're only do it for money), but it might turn into a really good moment for everyone involved.
And IMO, that's more or less what's happening here with Astarion.
It's a tricky thing to explain because I really donât want to look like Iâm promoting forcing anyone to do anything. Sex should ALWAYS happen in a situation in which all the persons involved are 100% sure they want to do it, and 100% sure their partner(s) want to do it.
But there are exceptional situations (such as sex-work or what Astarionâs going through here, and I can think of other cases), where sex remains enjoyable even if the original motivations werenât that clear. Itâs not fully incompatible. Clearly, thatâs NOT a healthy way to deal with your sexuality!!! But it can happen. And the main point here is that it still relies on consent. The person fully consents to do it, but they do it for âquestionableâ reasons (whether they acknowledge it or not), and they enjoy it in spite of having questionable reasons to do it. It can happen.
I think thatâs what happens to Astarion at this point.
(That being said, I repeat it: ALWAYS make sure your partner is fully into it, and NEVER force yourself to have sex if youâre not 100% sure you want it!)
From a transaction to something else
Itâs interesting to notice that if the PC refuses to have sex with him in the clearing, he doesnât really seem to care.
Heâs probably disappointed because his plan failed, but his reaction is very different from the reaction you get if the PC rejects him after the first night (my post on this matter here) when he seems really sad to be rejected. It means, I think, that this first night was REALLY meaningful â his heartfelt reaction to your rejection to spend another night together makes it clear. That first night was special since his reaction to your refusal is so very different.
In any case, if the PC refuses during that first night, he says he thought you had an âunderstanding", and it somehow evokes me something like a transaction (as you rightly mentioned in your message).
And it's not the first time he compares sex with the PC to a transaction. The first time he offers them to sleep with him, he presents it as a reward for letting him bite the PC. It's transactional: You let me feed, I give you sex.
He thinks thatâs what sex is about. He has never known anything else, or maybe he did a long time ago but canât remember.
I wrote that long post about how feeding him can be quite problematic given how he might see it as a transaction (here and here): Offering the the vampire bite kink in order to be fed and survive. Itâs the same here.
He knows the PC enjoyed being bitten, heâs convinced they're attracted to him, and by being the one who gives "a reward", he presents himself in a position of control. I âallowâ you to have sex with me, since you want it so much: Iâm the one making that decision, having more power over you.
After all, in his mind at this point, sex is a question of power. (And if he ascends he undeniably falls back into that pattern; treating sex as a reward, as something to use to better control the PC)
You put it rightly in your message, there's also some sort of familiarity with that transactional system that is deeply comforting.
I won't lie, back in the days, it was sometimes difficult for me to be with someone who wasn't a client, because my partners then didn't expect anything from me. Whereas clients always expect something specific, if only in the SW's behaviour, or/and concerning the acts themselves. And it was comforting. I knew what I had to do to please them. But as I said, it didn't always keep me from having a good time with some clients. It's not incompatible. That's why I think Astarion can still enjoy it even though he's performing, and can get attached to the PC even if it started as something more or less transactional.
And that's precisely why it must have been so destabilizing for him!
After all, when that first night together happens, he appreciates the PC (you need enough approval to sleep with him). As you pointed out, they've already spent several days/weeks together, shared a lot things... That's new to him, sleeping with someone he knows and appreciates.
As a SW, I had defined through the years a clear line between people I met for the job, and people I met outside of it. There was no confusion between the two, even for the long-terms clients â even for the clients I cared about. I liked them, but we werenât friends, we werenât partners, we werenât lovers. And we would never be.
I would say that in the case of Astarion, that separation exists, but itâs not as well defined because, despite his experience, all his partners were destined to end up dead (for all he knew) and he barely knew them anyway. He didnât have to clearly define that separation because there was no opportunity, no room for him to get attached to them. He saw a target, seduced them, slept with them and they disappeared forever.
It was âeasyâ, he didnât have to question the nature of his relationship with them. Whereas after that first night with the PC, theyâre still there, alive, and theyâre still being this great leader who cares about him and his needs, who values him as a person, someone whose company feels good. His habitus is all messed up and his mental pattern is no long relevant.
{From personal experience, and SW put aside, many years ago, before I really started working on my traumas, I forced myself to believe that I didnât need affection, tenderness, care. I would never allow myself to cry, I refused to get attached to people (except some very close friends). Because I wanted to be in control of my feelings, I thought it made me look stronger, not showing any kind of vulnerability. I was 27 or 28 when I first experienced genuine tenderness and care while having sex and I realized that there was a softness inside me I had hindered for years and that I actually loved tenderness. Before that, I would run away at the first sign of affection, because it made me feel deeply uncomfortable (and vulnerable). And when I finally accepted to experience it, it was completely destabilizing. It felt good, but I needed time to adapt.}
Astarion realizing that he wanted something real, soft, and gentle with the PC might have had the same kind of effect, but worse. Â Because he was supposed to be manipulating the PC, to pull the strings, and he suddenly found himself being âmanipulatedâ by his own feelings.
It must have been terrifying for him, realising that he could feel something like this. Because it means he doesnât control himself (his feelings) as much as he wants to, as much as he thought he could. He "falls" for the PC, the expression itself being one of vulnerability.
For him, falling in love = falling into a trap. He was supposed to be the one crafting that trap, and he ends up being trapped by his (uncontrollable) feelings.
That's why he can sound so cynical about your affair. This banter is from Act 2 if you romance him:
He feels uncomfortable, not because you had sex, but because it actually means something, and he doesn't not how to deal with it. It's easier to joke about it than to admit that maybe he's not so much in control.
It's not the PC's fault
Heâs hurt, he has PTSD, but he can now think by himself and make his own choices, for better or worse.
Itâs normal for us, fans who know the rest of the story, to worry about him and to not want to have him do something he's not fully into. But we should give him some credits and let him experience sex his own way.
When youâre a survivor, sometimes you have great sex experience, sometimes your PTSD will ruin it, and you wonât be able to go through with it. Sometimes you have sex for bad reasons, sometimes you regret it and sometimes youâre proud of it. Sometimes you have healthy sex and sometimes you use it to hurt yourself. Itâs normal. Thatâs what healing is about and how you learn to define your boundaries.
Astarion didnât have any body agency for two centuries, itâs coherent that his first experience as a free man is driven by questionable reasons. You canât expect him to immediately find a healthy way to deal with his sexuality.
For instance, if you don't sleep with him at the party, he spends the night with Lae'zel, and imho it's even worse.
She shamelessly uses him like a toy, and he knows about it. But it's still his decision to sleep with her, even if his motivations aren't "good". You can't take that away from him on the pretext of protecting him. He doesn't need that kind of infantilisation. Same thing when he decides to sleep with the PC.
The thing is that the PC canât know. As benevolent and respectful and selfless as the PC is, itâs part of Astarion's storyline that they donât notice anything. He does his best to keep the mask up because the last thing he wants is to look vulnerable to you.
And he knows it's not the PC's fault. He slept with them for questionable reasons and he feels bad about it; not because he thinks they hurt him, but because he knows he mostly hurt himself, and he feels bad for manipulating the PC.
He doesn't blame the PC for it, and I'm sure it's not because he's deluded by his sense of guilt. After all, he never blamed his targets for sleeping with him, even the "villains" among them. They're not the enemies.
Those who hurt him didn't hurt him because they accepted to sleep with him, but more probably because of their behaviours during sex.
Besides, if the PC uses the confession dialogue to trick him into sleeping with them again, Astarion accepts before realising how disgusted he feels about it, and there he blames the PC for it, because here they explicitly abused his trust, using his vulnerabilities against him. It's still difficult for him to say no, especially to someone he respects, but he can say no when he's not taken aback in his most vulnerable moments (again: he doesn't sleep with the PC at all if there's not enough approval). Sleeping with him that first night doesn't make the PC an abuser.
In act 1, the PC has no way to know how Astarion is feeling about sex, The PC is one that fool who wanted to love him...
Trust
I already mentioned how pleased he looks when the PC let him bite them, and I think it has to do with trust. They accept to spend the night with him although they know he's a vampire and they trust him not to drink too much. Look at his reaction if the PC warn him not to bite.
He's really disappointed, enough to put an end to this affair. The tone he uses here doesn't seem 100% genuine, though, masking indignation? frustration? sadness? I don't know, but the "it's about pleasure" sounds so fake to me.
He nonetheless decides to not sleep with the PC - he listens to himself and realises he doesn't want to spend the night with someone who can't trust him. The PC has taken back their trust and reduced him to his vampiric nature (as something bad). Whereas if they sleep with him, they show him that they accept him.
Thatâs what makes that night so special: not thanks to some sort of âcollective ecstasyâ but thanks to mutual trust. The PC trusts him not to hurt them. Astarion trust them not to abuse him. Heâs not ready to be vulnerable, but he allows himself to enjoy that moment with the PC, despite his plan, despite his past. Because they've both come this far and the PC has proved him multiple times that he could rely on them. Itâs a fragile trust at this point, but itâs still more than what heâd ever had before.
An essential step
IMHO this scene is essential in the romance route. I know some players wished there could be an option to romance him without sleeping with him, and I perfectly understand why. Realizing that he might have not be totally into it is painful. Itâs uncomfortable. I also understand that if the PC is demi-sexual/ace, it makes the romance road a bit awkward. And itâs a valid feeling.
You can romance him without sleeping with him as Karlach origin, and that's because it's Karlach. The tension arises from the fact she canât and wants it so much (for good reasons), whereas Astarion can and wants it somehow (for questionable reasons). That road is specific to them both because they are a mirroring one another.
Karlach aside, the thing is that in terms of narrative growth and storyline, this first night is the starting point of his healing journey. For the first time in 200 years, he has sex in a safe environment. For the first time, he finds a partner who trusts him enough to sleep with him even though they know heâs a vampire who could bite them. For the first time in his existence he can have real fun while having sex, he can be silly and roll on the ground. And maybe during this moment, heâs no longer the âsexy vampireâ but just a man frolicking in the forest with someone he's attracted to. And again, it's still his decision, no matter how "bad" his motivations are. We should give him some credit.
I think itâs a brave move from Larian to put the players in that situation, to make them face the harsh reality of trauma. The harsh reality of being with someone who has such complicated feelings towards sex because of their trauma. Itâs real. Very real. And it feels good to be seen.
You donât always know the past of your sexual partners. You donât always know whatâs in their mind when youâre sleeping together. And if you happen to learn the harsh truth, it stings.
The Act 2 confession wouldn't be such a powerful scene without the first night. Astarion wouldn't have appeared so brave. Telling the PC about his former motivations must have been incredibly difficult, telling them "I wanted it but wasn't really into it" is freaking brave, and it's a token of trust he gives to the PC. Without that first night, it would have fallen flat. The PC would have just felt some kind of pride for not falling for his flirting and...that's it. Good, have a medal. Instead, the narrative puts the PC in an uncomfortable position, asking them: "Can you accept that? Because that's what trauma looks like and it's ugly."
That first night is inherent to Astarion's storyline, and to its message. That man goes from someone whose only reason to exist is being a sensual, sexual being in a cruel environment - someone who cannot connect with others without sex - to a man who finds out that heâs more than that, that sex doesnât have to be dangerous, thatâs itâs so much more than a game of power. And when you compare his grandiloquent attitude during that first night to his behaviour in the graveyard scene, itâs even more telling.
Those two scenes need to exist side by side to make sense, to reveal the evolution.
Everything about him in the graveyard scene - his body language, the look in his eyes, his voice - is a reversed image of that first night. Heâs at peace, he doesnât have to use those stupid lines about âmutual ecstasyâ and how he will âtaste youâ, he doesnât look down on the PC or look away. He looks into their eyes and tells them with his own words that heâd love to have sex with them.
But you have to experience both situations for the graveyard one to be so powerful. To witness that beautiful evolution. And Astarion too; he has to experience a ânot so realâ night with the PC to know that he wants something real with them.
It makes it all the more meaningful and sweeter. And imo, the graveyard scene is so freaking hot! Much more than that first night! Because it's genuine. Itâs simple. He knows what he wants, his motivations are clear. Itâs a man telling his lover âI want youâ. A man who's learning to decipher what he really wants and to express it. And itâs more than enough.
[Letâs be honest, itâs been quite challenging to write all this. I rarely talk about my past online (for obvious reasons) and this scene means so much to me. Analysing it feels a little bit like analysing myself. And if you ever went through therapy, you know how hard it is xD In any case, thatâs still my pov, based on my personal experience. I donât pretend I hold the keys to a universal truth about it. We all have our own experience and sensibilities, and all of them are valid, even if we donât agree in our interpretations.]
Thank you again @rivereverie for giving me the opportunity to dig into all this. I hope my humble opinion will help.
Last thing, some time ago I wrote a short fic about Astarionâs preparing himself for that first night, and itâs here.
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It's a strange thing, how easily the eyes find what they aren't looking for. Or rather, in this case, who.
But among the tangled crush of people in that place â refugees, soldiers, crying children âher eyes found him the way a compass needle settles, no matter how it's spun, back to the same point. Home.
His back was turned to her, but she would know him anywhere. A tower of a man, every bit their mother reimagined in a different face â all black hair and shining eyes. He stood bowed over Bex and Dannis with a quiet intensity, pleading. The wind carried fragments of his words to her: "My sister â have you seen her?"
Ashni couldn't move. Between the moment she saw him and the moment she heard his voice, time granted her no room to wonder at his presence or ponder what great thing might have curbed her brother's wanderlust enough to bring him home.
He was here.
And he was looking for her.
I wanted to get a little further with it but alas, i have developed a headache.
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