#Ilina Gavren
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razrogue · 8 months ago
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your hands around my heart, you're in control
you're the only one I keep so close
Possession and devotion...or destruction?
Thank you once again to @sinizade for this lovely art of Gan and Astarion!!!!!!!
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bunabi · 2 years ago
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Thanks again to @razrogue for commissioning me!  🌹
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razrogue · 6 months ago
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My two "canon" Tavs
Gan
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Shara
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Tav Question
Not a question! Just share your Tav/Durge’s name and picture!
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bladesandbhaalspawn · 6 months ago
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BG3 Moodboards
Ilina "Gan" Gavren
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[origin characters | other companions | npcs | tavs | durges]
for @razrogue
pronouns: she/they
Tav/Durge: Tav
race: elf [wood]
class: rogue [assassin]
romance: Astarion & Minthara 🖤
want your own? here's the info!
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razrogue · 8 months ago
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Ilina Gavren
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Portrait of Gan by @littlestpersimmon (TY!)
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razrogue · 8 months ago
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Gan says hi 👋🏾
LEMME DRAW YOUR TAVS
I WANNA PRACTICE WITH YOUR TAVS!
I started fiddling with a different art program, and I wanted something to practice on. These'll be quick and loose.
Inspired by @tadpole-apocalypse back when they did this
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razrogue · 24 days ago
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Baby, You're The Devil I Know (Ascended Astarion)
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Ascended Astarion x Tav
Tags: Evil Tav, Post Rite of Profane Ascension, Canon Divergence, Light Angst, A Little Hurt and A Little Comfort
Chapter Summary: Astarion finally makes it back to their camp, hopeful that he would be able to make things right with the only person he wanted to share his future with
Notes: The music is winding down and we're finally at the last chapter! These two are flawed but so devoted and romantic, they deserve each other. I appreciate every one who has enjoyed and engaged with this small glimpse into the relationship of the Spawn turned Ascendant and the Assassin he fell hopelessly in love with 🫶🏾
Read what happened immediately after the ritual on AO3 Read all 4 chapters of what unfolded in that aftermath on AO3
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Camp wasn't particularly lively but there seemed to be a buzz in the air nevertheless. He knew Gan had definitely returned judging by the mostly relieved looks on almost everyone's faces. He wasn't sure what she'd said to everyone, if she'd even said anything about their argument in the tavern. Minthara had not greeted him by smiting so maybe Gan had kept everything to herself.
When he'd stopped by temporarily the other day to drop off the staff and let everyone know they were okay, he could sense a change. Shadowheart had run over, her expression beset with worry when she didn't see Gan with him. Gale stood outside his tent, a faint smile dragged across his lips when he heard Astarion say Gan was fine, but his eyes wore a hint of sadness.
It wasn't lost on Astarion how almost everyone's behavior towards him had shifted. Shadowheart and Gale seemed weary and cautious, almost sad. Minsc was always in his own world while Boo seemed more prickly than usual. Jaheira's expression was her usual steeliness but she had made it a point to tell him how they'd be cozy neighbors after everything was dealt with. Lae'zel scoffed at his shortsightedness, as she called it, but she was behaving no different than before towards him.
Minthara though? She was a surprise. She seemed genuinely happy for him. Happy that he had seized the power and struck down Cazador. No chastisement, no sad looks, no veiled threats. Just congratulations and genuine happiness.
Sure these people weren't necessarily his friends but that moment in camp made him feel like the camaraderie they'd been building and developing over their journey had been conditional. Of course he was one of the gang until he'd done something they didn't exactly approve of. The ritual and its outcome seemed to bring out a side of nearly everyone that would have been devastating to him under his old circumstances. The spawn might have been hurt, lashed out at them, even shed a few tears over it when he was alone on a hunt perhaps. But now? Now it was merely annoying. Anyone who really mattered to him, they supported him. And their loyalty would be rewarded.
Her tent was empty but he figured she had to be in her little spot. The group had been camping near the port by an abandoned tower off the river. A tower that despite its dilapidated appearance, she’d claimed as her own. For thinking, for scheming, he wasn’t sure what for but she’d spent some nights there once they’d decided to lay low here. He carefully made the climb up, carefully stepping upon each rickety step, and found her perched on a precarious ledge overlooking the water.
She didn't even turn to see who'd come up after her, knowing it could only be him.
“So who am I talking to? The great and powerful vampire ascendant?” Her voice cracked a little as she tried and failed to mask the hurt she was feeling, “or has my Plum come to talk to me?”
Astarion sighed. She had supported him. Even when the rest of the companions were displeased he was even considering usurping Cazador's ritual, Gan stood up for and beside him. She never said to him he was wrong or right. She simply asked him if this is what he wanted and trusted him to do what worked for him. For the first time in a long time, he was free to really choose for himself. Astarion hadn’t had this sort of freedom in centuries and it was frightening at first. He’d even asked her outright what he should do. And Gan simply told him, you do what you need to do, I’ll be there whatever you decide.
So as he tried to push past the awful words Cazador was saying, deciding in that moment what he wanted, he turned to her for help. To help him reclaim his freedom and never have to live in fear, once and for all.
I can do this but I need your help.
She didn’t chastise. She didn’t mock. She did what she always did. Whenever they turned to her in their times of need, looking for guidance, she always asked if it was what they wanted. Some might have thought it foolish. Many would have said you should try to persuade your friends, especially when they’re faced with huge life decisions. But that wasn’t her style. Her style was always to leave their decision or mess making to them. It wasn’t her life to live, she'd told them and they’d have to live with their actions. She said the same to Wyll. To Karlach. To Lae’zel. To Shadowheart. To Gale. And now, it was his turn. He had to have faith in his choices and that was all she ever pushed anyone to consider. For better or worse.
She stood there, looking at him intently, only asking him one thing: is this what you want?
Cazador was in shock as he trembled on the ground, trying his best to get Astarion to walk away, foolishly thinking his belittlement would shake him like it had numerous times before. But he was different now. He stood there before him, dagger in hand, the same one Astarion recognized as the one he used to write the infernal on his back. Upon realizing what he held in his hand, Astarion knew exactly what he wanted to do.
The rest of their companions protested vehemently and their cries went ignored. He ignored everything around him, save for her.
Help me do this. Please.
Gan simply nodded and proceeded to let their tadpoles mingle until their minds intertwined. More than their minds really, their beings had become like one. Her eyes were his eyes. Their memories and emotions were one in that moment. They both drowned out everything but each other and began.
Astarion realized what he was blinded to earlier as they faced off in the inn. He didn’t need to compel her. He never did because she was always there. By choice. A choice he’d almost taken from her. Thinking about it, he knew where she stood. What she wanted. And for some reason, whether valid or foolish, she chose to be there with him.
Well he certainly didn't want to admit that to her just then. She was already giving him a look that he was beginning to waver under. Her eyes could melt him, probably literally if she put her mind to it. She trusted him and in a power filled haze he almost destroyed that.
"Yes, well there's no rush," he finally remarked, trying to appear nonchalant as he looked at his nails, "things can be sorted out after we've brought the brain under our control."
Gan closed her eyes, contemplating this “apology” he'd conjured up.
The two of them had really been through a lot, as far as their respective lives, and together with each other over the past few months. Both had done things and endured things in their lives that others wouldn't understand. When they finally started showing each other glimpses of who they really were underneath, they realized they'd found someone who could understand. Someone who saw the darkness and instead of asking them to come to the light or running away, they opened their arms and eventually their hearts. They embraced the messy, the bloody, the scary, and the shadows. They saw those raw edges and didn't say they needed to be sanded away. Instead they were all in for each other, ready to sharpen and hone, acknowledging the edges and that the world would just have to adjust to them or move out of their path.
She held up her hand, placing it gently in his open waiting palm, while he helped her up to her feet. He leaned back against the wall as she stepped in front of him, finally resting his hands on her waist.
As her brown eyes peered up at him, he cursed to himself that their argument was why her normally alert eyes were puffy and tinged with redness. Her cheeks still slightly damp from tears that he'd caused her to shed. He'd strike down anyone who brought harm to his Darling One but what to do when it was him. They'd both pushed each other but he didn't care who was at fault, he just wanted to make sure she was okay. He wanted her to feel better and red eyes and tears, no matter whether they were fresh or not, were far from that goal. Gan wrapped her arms tightly around him and rested her head against his chest.
"I don't like seeing tears in your eyes, love," he finally said as he gently stroked her back. She remained quiet, choosing to relish the comfort and closeness in this moment. He deserved to be slapped, maybe a small reminder of what Bloodthirst in the hands of an unholy assassin was capable of, but right then she just wanted his arms around her.
The two of them stood there embracing each other quietly for a few minutes until he stirred and raised her chin up so he could look at her. He needed to look her in the eyes. Needed her to understand. He did not like feeling the way he was right now and it unsettled him a little that this had affected him the way it did. He was the Vampire Ascendant, something new, something else, and he didn’t want to be burdened by this regret that was bubbling up in him.
"Do you hear me?" Though his expression and voice were stern, his touch was far gentler this time, nothing like the painful hold back at the tavern.
Her eyes searched his face, noting how his brow furrowed and his jaw held tension. He was remorseful, or at least she hoped he was, and for now she'd let things be.
"Behave yourself and you won't see them," Gan countered before closing her eyes and leaning into his touch.
"I guess that depends on you then, doesn't it," Astarion quipped before pressing a kiss to her forehead. Gan grabbed hold of his side strongly enough that he quickly uprighted himself, hissing loudly through gritted teeth as he glared down at her. His reflection in her brown eyes surrounded by a quiet ferociousness; that defiant side of her peeking through the sadness that had covered her face mere moments ago.
Astarion huffed and shrugged his shoulders, freeing himself from her grip and shaking off the moment. "Well now that that's dealt with, shall we descend this death trap of a structure and get back to solid ground?" With a swift smack to her ass, he released her and motioned towards the ragged stairs.
This partnership of two troubled souls who'd traversed the darkness alone before meeting each other was one of many firsts for both of them. By choice, hand in hand, they decided they would walk off into the future by each other's sides. A future they were seizing for themselves and woe to anyone who dared to get in their way.
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razrogue · 1 month ago
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Yes there was blood and battles, daggers and poisons, spells and subterfuge, and all the things you expect from someone whose persistence and focus was as deadly as they were skilled.
There were also cuddles and comfort, kisses and hugs, passion and joy, and a love with depths that swallowed and drowned with no shore in sight. Salvation could be found between her legs, in her eyes, on her lips, and in her heart if you were worthy.
Thank you so much @omgkalyppso for this gift made by @beegrenades 🥹💚🩵💚🩵💚🩵
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A commission of Etoile and Gan for @omgkalyppso
Gan is @razrogue's OC!
Thank you for commissioning me~
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razrogue · 9 months ago
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✨ in your arms... ✨
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@sinizade brought this scene from my fic, Baby You're The Devil I Know, to life and I couldn't be happier with the result! 🥰
Thank you so much and go get yourself some art from them!!!
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razrogue · 6 months ago
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OC SMASH OR PASS
Tagged by @omgkalyppso and @bhaalbaaby 💜💜
No obligation tagging: @meishuu @bananasfosterparent @tragedybunny @eeldritchblast @mightymizora
@plethomacademia and anyone else who wants to do this, you're tagged!
Rules: Include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. The “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idk).
Ilina "Gan" Gavren
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QUICK FACTS
Height: 5 feet
Age: 138
Gender: Genderfluid
Pronouns: She/they
Sexuality: Pansexual
PROS
Knows a lot of ways to have fun
Switch and versatile
Romantic at heart
Loves to cook when they're in comfortable surroundings
Animal lover
Enjoys dancing
Very touchy once they feel comfortable with you
Knows a lot of ways to make problems go away
Is not opposed to criminal acts
CONS
Is not opposed to criminal acts
Knows a lot of ways to make problems go away that are typically frowned upon in many circles
Generally selfish in most aspects of their life and prefers being spoiled
May have to contend with their work for their attention sometimes
Not inclined to do good things without being paid for their efforts or for future personal gain
Can be bratty
DETAILS
Is not monogamous
Loves to travel
Requires snuggles (or at a minimum a very long hug) after sex with partners
Carries no less than 4 blades and 3 poisons on them at any time (yes there's even some when they're nude depending on the circumstances)
Doesn't like their face grabbed or hit [jokingly or sexually] without warning or else you'll get stabbed
Well versed with daggers, hand crossbows, bows, shortswords, poisons, and some illusion spells
Lovely singing voice but will only sing at home around loved ones
Makes a mean plum tart
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razrogue · 10 months ago
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whose side am I on? mine.
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razrogue · 10 months ago
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For Gan: "I'm going to be at my parents place for a while."
For Shara: "Just going to stop by the store and grab something for the kids."
For Chardira: "I can't wait until we vacation somewhere warm."
For Dreva: "I can't stand the outdoors and you know that."
For Zaessa: "Why read the book when I can just watch the movie?"
Oh, there was a time on the bird site where this question was trending for "you," but I rephrased it as a question for fictional little guys for one of my friend servers:
What would your oc / blorbo say in a phone call or text or tweet or whatever to tip off their friends / loved one(s) that they're in trouble and need help?
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razrogue · 9 months ago
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let my touch bring you solace
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razrogue · 11 months ago
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Gan & Astarion
"You're delicious," he teased as he licked a mark he'd left on her arm. "And you're incorrigible," Gan smirked, faking disinterest. The two of them snuggled closer, letting the sun bathe them in golden light.
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This lovely commission [cropped] is a scene from chapter 2 of my post ascension ritual fic, Baby You're The Devil I Know, over on AO3.
Thank you so much to @sinizade for bringing this small scene to life. It's exactly how I imagined it 💜
see the uncensored version in the fic and on the bird app
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razrogue · 11 months ago
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My darling one...
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Now that you are a part of my life
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I never want to know life without you
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If anything tried to bring you harm
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I would drown this world in blood for you
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razrogue · 10 months ago
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So for Gan...
Take in a fight: Astarion, Gale, Shadowheart
Would have trouble but ultimately wins over them: Jaheira, Minsc
Would be destroyed by them: Lae'zel, Minthara
Fun Tav Ask!
Which companion(s) could your Tav take in a fight? Which companion(s) would totally kick your Tav’s butt?
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