#Gortash and his big fucking lizard

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I cannot draw with my iPad so phone drawings with my finger is all you get

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So, I started up yet another BG3 playthrough - shocking! Doing another Durge run, but this time I wanted to use the white dragonborn origin and experience what that playthrough would be like. I've always loved the dragonborn models, and the Durge origin has always looked badass to me. Thus, Tsavo the male dragonborn battlemage came into existence and it's been a blast. He's a fighter/sorcerer, which has turned into a hella fun build.

Also, shocker, Astarion's unyielding attention seems to have hooked this self-conceited surly asshole of a lizard.

I'm enjoying my headcannons about these two way too much, y'all.

Both of them have always been judged based on looks. Astarion as the world-endingly beautiful vampire and Tsavo as the frightening monstrosity.

Tsavo doesn't necessarily remember details, but he has a vague recollection of being used as something of an attack dog. (I have so many headcannons about Durge and Gortash.)

Tsavo is violent and dangerous, but also ambitious and in constant need of a driving goal.

Tsavo has a vague recollection of being an orphan and street urchin. The tiefling kids in the Grove are the first thing that triggers a memory. They are the only reason he gets involved with the Grove drama.

Astarion initially started trying to endear himself to Tsavo because of how he looked. Big, intimidating, naturally imposing and highly skilled in utterly destroying people.

Tsavo initially finds Astarion humorous and flirts back just for the fun of it. Because, why the fuck not?

Tsavo knew from the second he met Astarion that the elf was a vampire. He may have a head full of holes but he'd always recognize the smell of a corpse. He let Astarion have his "secret" though.

Tsavo is a resourceful leader, looting bodies and buildings with near obsession. Astarion is confused the first time Tsavo gives him better gear - a pair of elegant leather gloves the dragonborn found while raiding an old ruin. Astarion can't remember the last time anyone gave him anything and he doesn't know how to respond.

For Tsavo, it's a forgettable interaction. He's just trying to better equip the only people who may be able to help with the dire situation at hand. So, Tsavo walks by Astarion's tent and, without stopping, tosses the gloves to the elf without warning. "Here. They're better than what you've been using." And he's gone before Astarion can protest.

Tsavo is blunt as fuck. He gets frustrated by clandestine strategies, doesn't have the patience for lying and manipulating, and would rather just kill someone outright in broad daylight rather than lure and coerce a target to a more secluded area.

As Astarion comes to understand this about Tsavo, he begins to fret over whether his seduction tactics were the best way to get close to the dragonborn. But he's in too deep now and is starting to feel things he'd rather just ignore.

While Tsavo doesn't remember details from his past, he does have vague recollections of being used, both as a weapon and in other ways. Considering the fact that one of Bhaal's purposes for his spawn is to create more Bhaalspawn, you can imagine what life in a cult would be like for someone who is told one of their main purposes is to create offspring. Ghosts of these memories haunt Tsavo's broken mind.

Astarion and Tsavo are assholes, and neither wants to humor the notion that maybe they aren't just using one another for their own amusements. That, maybe, there's a stronger connection growing beneath the sex, the flirting and all the mockery and banter.

I have a ridiculous desire to write some one-shots featuring these two because I kind of love them. That is all.