#acespec tav

[jaksfanficsaver]

“My Star, what do you think about-” Celeana's voice died in her throat as she ducked into the pale elf’s tent, the flap fluttering closed behind her. “Oh.” She squeaked quietly, a deep flush turning her cheeks a beautiful purple color while she tucked the parchment in her hands back into her bag.

Astarion stood there, nude, appearing to have just come from washing up if the towel in his hand was an indicator. She quickly looked away, hiding her face but knowing damn well he already saw her expression in the mirror he was by. While this was by no means the first time she's seen him naked, it was the first time since they both shared that they had strained relationships with intimacy and their bodies.

“What did you need, my Moon?” He chuckled softly at her shyness. “...you can look, you know.” he murmured quietly, watching her in the mirror with amusement. The tiefling fidgeted with her hands, her tail low to the ground and unsure as she slowly looked back at him. Celeana's posture relaxed as she caught his eye for a moment before he turned back and continued drying himself off.

Her eyes roamed his body, lingering on the spiraling Infernal on his back. Astarion tensed as she stepped up behind him, looking into the mirror to hopefully catch his eyes. “...May I touch you?” Her question was murmured gently between them, with no pressure on her words. He pondered his response before nodding his assent.

Celeana reached forward slowly, her fingers gently tracing over the scars in his skin. Astarion gasped softly at her touch, gripping his towel. Celeana froze, glancing in the mirror once more. “Stari-” she stumbled on her words, wanting to apologize.

“I didn't say stop.” he mumbled to her, relaxing slightly when her warm hand returned to his back. The rough calluses on the pads of her fingers from hours plucking on her lyre and the heat of her skin were a stark contrast to the soft skin on the Elf’s back. She started to smile at the little things she noticed- faint freckles on his shoulders, small scars from their adventures so far-

“What is it? What's got you smiling?” He bristled, his body tensing.

“At this…” she gently traced her nail around a small collection of moles that resembled a smile. “a small group of moles.” She grinned “back here on your shoulder blade… it looks like a smile!” She giggled softly.

“oh come off it. Don't tease, Darling.” He huffed.

“But it really does!” Celeana defended with a pout. “... Here, if you want… you can look at my ridges… if you want.” She suggested as a peace offering, shuffling her feet and avoiding his gaze.

Astarion thought of her offer, watching her body language. “You don't need to undress if you're uncomfortable, my love.” he supplied gently, not wanting to discomfort her. Celeana smiled softly, appreciating his thoughtfulness.

“I'm okay, I want to.” Her tone just as delicate as his, feeling safe in their bubble of time.

That's how they ended up here with Celeana sitting between Astarion’s legs, facing the mirror while his careful fingers explored the different ridges over her body. Celi hummed softly while she played with the furs they sat upon, her tail slung gently over his thigh and winding down his leg.

“What's this one from, Sunshine?” He inquired while he gently traced a roughly healed scar on her side. She laughed, shying from the ticklish touch.

“I antagonized an owlbear cub too much, and He let me know.” She chuckled softly.

“And this one?” His hand glided feather light up her front to gently hold the scar over her throat. “What happened here?” he murmured beside her ear, his breath ghosting the shell.

“Believe it or not, you're not the first to have held a dagger to my throat.” She mumbled, leaning her head back to his shoulder, mindful of her horns. “I was more clumsy back then… got cut when I tried to roll away.” his hold turned airily light as he gently stroked the scar with his thumb. His arms shifted to her soft stomach, pulling her closer, kissing along her throat softly. “It's not your doing, my love.” Celeana murmured gently, as if reading his mind, and leaning into his chest, the feeling of his skin soothing her.

Astarion hummed softly at her warmth, nuzzling her cheek and kissing the freckles and scar there. “And this one?” he asked. she grinned, her own sharp teeth glinting.

“A group of goblins thought they could try to catch me as a prize for market.” She lazily opened her eyes “you should have seen how I left them.” mischief twinkled in her glowing eyes. Astarion rolled his eyes, laying back and pulling her with him, a smile growing as she giggled. A purr began to rumble through Celeana's chest as she relaxed in his hold, sighing as he played with her hair. “We should get dressed… they might need us..” she mumbled, enjoying his ministrations.

“I dare them to enter without asking.” He chuckled “they'll get a beautiful sight of you.” Celeana rolled her eyes but relaxed back against him.

“If you say so, Stari.”

Needless to say, Gale doesn't just barge into Astarion's tent anymore.

[dragonfire2lm]

Baldur's Gate 3 headcanon/AU thingy: Acespec Tav

So, I'm still figuring out what my Tav OC is going to look like, what class she is (all I know is that she's going to be a charisma character), but I had the beginnings of an idea and wanted to share it. So, let me know what you think.

It was another quiet night in camp and Tav was doing her rounds, checking in on her friends, making sure they were comfortable, listening to their troubles.

But she had noticed the odd looks Lae'zel had been giving her, and concerned that perhaps she had upset the gith in some way, she asked about it.

To hear Lae'zel's interest in her was certainly flattering, but unwanted, and Tav did the best she could to explain that she wasn't attracted to women, nor interested in sex.

It was Lae'zel's response that had Tav bristling like a cat. Whether it was the harshness in which the words were spoken, or the words themselves, Tav recoiled.

She was reminded that she was different, lacking in such a base, universal experience that Lae'zel's reply to being rejected, more than likely snapped out in defense of her own emotions, hurt. And it pained her more than she thought.

"I am not interested in anyone!" Tav snapped back. "I cannot grasp, cannot fathom the very idea of looking at others and wishing to bed them, and I suppose I should thank you, my friend, for reminding that I am lacking in such wants."

It was perhaps too harsh, she knew, but as the others in the camp heard the commotion and headed over, all Tav could feel was a sense of inadequacy, of guilt.

She was different, and that pained her more than anything when her friends could express such wants and desires so freely, When Lae'zel looked confused by the notion that Tav just didn't feel attracted to anyone. And similar looks of confusion flitted across the faces of the others.

There would be questions, maybe even an attempt to brush her off, that had certainly happened with others in the past before she had been abducted. Tav did not want to face such scrutiny, such disbelief from those she cared for.

So, she excused herself and left for the far edges of camp.

She didn't notice that Astarion was not looking at her in confusion, but rather like a puzzle piece had fallen into place. She scurried off into the bushes.

Scratch had followed, the dog had sensed her distress and cuddled up to her as she sat on a rock. She waited for not only her own hurt to ease, but for enough time to pass so that she could sneak back to her bedroll once everyone else was asleep.

Imagine her surprise when Astarion found her in her hiding spot sometime later. She watched him, wary, and a little bit afraid. Not because he was a vampire, but because her biggest secret had been outed to the whole camp, her difference, her defect.

It was the first words out of his mouth that stopped that fear in its tracks.

"I've seen that reaction before," he said. "I don't quite get it myself mind you, but I have seen it before."

"Have you now?" She replied as she waited for the other shoe to drop.

The vampire picked his way through the dense brush and sat beside her on the rock. He didn't look put out that she clearly didn't believe him. In fact the vampire was practically respectful about it.

"I've met people in the past, who don't find anyone attractive, and it's not because they dislike my most charming self," He explained with a gesture to himself. "It's just how they are, and some wanted to have sex, others just weren't interested at all. Personally I don't see why the idea seems to be so hard to believe."

"Well," Tav began and found herself struggling with words for once. A rare thing indeed for the group's wordsmith. She sighed. "I suppose the night can't get any worse...People seem to mistake my kindness, my sincerity for flirting a lot of the time, and i have yet to find someone who would be interested in romance without sex. Too often others take offense when I turn them down..."

"And Lae'zel's rather sharp retort struck a nerve?" Astarion guessed and she nodded. "You know she's not the only one who's interested in you right? She's just the most blunt about it."

"And yet more friendships turned to dust." Tav lamented. "Why did i ever think otherwise?"

And here Astarion looked surprised. "Whatever do you mean by that? Do you really think that...the others would just leave you on the roadside because you don't reciprocate their feelings?"

"Would not be the first time, I assure you," She replied. She did notice his hesitation when he mentioned the rest of the group. "I wouldn't blame you, or them, if that was the case."

"Look," Astarion began, he looked frustrated, whether with her, Lae'zel, or something else entirely she couldn't tell. "I can't speak for the others, but I know damn well I am not going to simply cut ties with you because of this."

"We need to work together to get to the bottom of the tadpoles in our heads, and the cult of The Absolute, I know." Tav replied.

"Well, yes," Astarion agreed. "But you are missing quite the important point in that I genuinely enjoy your company, dare I say I consider a friend in the short time we've been travelling together."

"Oh...I didn't want to assume, you'd been through a lot as is, and I wanted to make sure you had space." Tav replied. "while I hope I can call everyone here a friend, I didn't want to push the idea on anyone. Can't please everyone after all."

"You're not getting rid of me any time soon," Astarion smirked. A thought occurred to him and he looked at her curiously. "Though after tonight, I do wonder, are you interested in romance at all? People like you tend to separate sex and romance and I for one woudl like to know where you stand on the topic."

He held his hands up placatingly and added. "If you want to share such thoughts that is, I find such talks interesting, but I won't pry."

"I take it you find them interesting because of how it differs from your experiences?" Tav asked.

"And I find that it makes a lot of sense when you think about it," Astarion replied. "People can certainly have sex without the need for romantic attachments, so romance without sex is more than possible. And I do so love the look of bafflement on people's faces when I point that out."

He grinned. "People get so shocked, scandalized even, about the mere concept of someone courting another without sex being on the table. It's hilarious."

Tav cracked a smile at that. Maybe she could trust him with this. Maybe, just once, she could trust she wouldn't be seen as some immature, naive waif in need of being fixed or shown a good time.

"I like romance," she explained as she ran a hand through Scratch's fur, the dog keeping an eye and ear out while the two of them talked. "I think its a beautiful concept, a wonderful idea that shouldn't need sex to be a part of it, that shouldn't result in friendships being seen as lesser, that is just one kind of love, not the ultimate expression of it."

"And..." Tav continued. "Ultimately not for me it seems. As much as I would want it for myself, I've never met anyone willing to give what I want a chance...and with this tadpole I doubt I'll have the chance to do so."

Astarion listened patiently, she was surprised he was even hearing her out. Normally she would be the one lending an ear to him, to anyone at camp who needed someone to confide in, or simply someone to talk to who wouldn't judge.

She was even more surprised when he asked. "And what do you want?"

"You'll think me childish," she replied.

"Darling, I've seen you bleat at a redcap and found it funny, I don't care if you're childish," Astarion pointed out. "In fact, I encourage it, life is a bit dull if you never have fun."

"Well alright," Tav said. "I don't fall i love with someone's appearance, I don't look at people and want to be their partner. But I fall in love with who someone is as a person, how much I trust him, how well we get along. It's just another layer of feelings on top of a friendship already as strong as adamantine...That hasn't really happened in a long time."

"So no interest in women, looks like Lae'zel was barking up the wrong tree," Astarion commented. "And falling for someone's, shall we say inner beauty, instead of the initial draw to their outward appearance is uncommon, but not unheard of."

"But not the accepted standard." Tav said plainly.

"As someone who experiences the accepted standard, trust me, it's a lot more of a hassle than people think it is," Astarion replied. "Anyway, do continue."

"You're actually interested in my ramblings on romance?" Tav asked.

"I did say I find it interesting," Astarion said. "And I sort of told Lae'zel to go fuck a gnoll earlier and I'm hiding until she calms down."

"Oh gods, you didn't!"

"I'd never seen you so upset!" he admitted. "Mind flayers, hags, goblins...vampire spawn...I'm certain you could stare The Dead Three in the face and not so much as flinch...but one of our own expressing interest in you and then lashing out when you reject them caused you to recoil like that...Well...Like I said, I'd seen that reaction before."

"And you told her to fuck a gnoll..." Tav couldn't help but let out a small snort of laughter. "How are you not dead?"

"I said something about showing you the same courtesy you've shown all of us and here I am." He replied with a flourish.

"Well, I suppose I should indulge your curiosity as thanks for having my back," Tav awkwardly said. "I've never really had anyone be in my corner about this...So, right, romance...what do you want to know?"

"From the sounds of it you'd be interested in a romantic relationship, what do you want out of one if you were to say, get to know someone andthey confessed their love to you?" Astarion asked. "Hypothetically speaking of course."

Was he up to something? She couldn't tell.

"This stays between us right?" Tav asked hesitantly.

And here Astarion scoffed. "If you think I'm trying to get intel to pass on to the others, the answer is no, I'm not. This is our little secret."

"Good, I've already made enough of a fool of myself today," Tav replied. "i suppose if I did wind up in a romantic relationship, We'd talk things out, set boundaries, make sure neither of us feel forced to do anything they don't want, have everyone on the same page...then I'd probably by the person flowers."

"Flowers?"

"I know, normally the men buy the women flowers, but it's still a sweet gesture that I think should be reciprocated," Tav replied. "along with going to dinner, or lunch, or just going and doing an activity as a couple, having fun in much the same way one would with friends, but with the knowledge and intent that is romantic in context."

"And I suppose living together and having children in somewhere in that domestic little fantasy of yours too?" Astarion quipped.

"If only I were so lucky, but yes. I'd adopt," Tav admitted. "Even before the tadpole I was never healthy enough to risk carrying a child, and never really thought about children of my own, money has always been a bit too tight for that, but if I had the money, the time, the freedom to do that...I'd like to take in an older kid, ones who tend to be ignored in favour of the little ones, you know?"

"You've never really spoken about your life prior to being abducted," Astarion noted. "But...that makes a lot of sense from what you have shared about yourself....and you care an awful lot about making sure we have enough money."

"I wasn't poor, if that's what you mean," Tav said. "But not upper class either, always had to plan ahead with how much money to spend, never had the freedom to really go on a spending spree or indulge myself."

"Hm, I'll have to see about changing that..." Astarion said. "Maybe slip a few coins off some unsuspecting folks to lighten the burden?"

"And I'll talk our way out of trouble if you get caught," Tav replied.

"If I get caught."

"You needn't go through the trouble on my account." Tav insisted. "We make do, don't we?"

"And I happen to think you should have the chance to splurge a bit, buy yourself something nice," Astarion replied. "When we reach a larger city, I'll take you shopping."

"Really?"

"Yes, you, me, a small mountain of coin, and everything the world has to offer, what do you say?" He said and nudged her palyfully.

"Sounds like fun, if we can get the gold to afford it."

"You just leave that to me," He replied. "Do you think we can wander back to camp without a certain Gith trying to cut our heads off?"

"I'll talk her down, you might have to apologize..."

"Darling, you and I both know I won't mean it."

"Yes but, thank you for sticking up for me." Tav said. "Hopefully i can smooth things over with everyone once I figure out who else is interested in me..."

"Well, I could tell you," Astarion pointed out. "But I think I'll watch you figure it out for yourself."

"It's everyone, isn't it?"

"There's no harm in asking them, you know." He said. "After that little row with Lae'zel I doubt you'll have to deal with anyone reacting as harshly as she did."

No harm in asking?

And so, Tav asked The Pale Elf what he thought of her.

[bevirspnsblmnt]

Did Astarion ever confess his original plan to Khael? How was his reaction to Astarion needing to abstain from sex because of the feelings it brought up for him?

(I absolutely love Khael. He is adorable and I would like to give him many hugs if that’s ok ❤️)

maybe the dark urge was the asexuality we realized along the way. but jokes aside, Khael is cool as a cucumber about it, of course! that's like the most natural thing to him - after all he never actually initiated sex with astarion at any point (even in the game! it was so fun when I noticed!) and waiting for him to feel comfortable in that kind of intimacy again was no issue at all (also, fun that they both feel comfortable doing it again in a graveyard, very romantic of them lmao). (also I like to imagine this is the moment both of them went "maybe I don't experience sexual attraction like the rest of the people around me" and just - rolled with it.)

(heres my personal headcanons for both of them - khael is demi and astarion is grey-asexual)

[acozysoulwrites2]

my two new shirts :3

[cyberpr0xy]

Meet My Baldur's Gate 3 Tavs! PT.1

This is Luteria (They/Them), my pretty Mephistopheles Tiefling Warlock! They are dating Karlach after a short relationship with Astarion. Astarion and Luteria are still very dear friends as the breakup was agreed upon, despite the amount of crying Luteria did. (Luteria broke up with Astarion because they felt guilty about all the things they'd done together after Astarion told them about his trauma) Originally from the lower city of Baldur's Gate at a very young age they were found to be greatly gifted in the magic arts. Initially set to become a cleric of Selune until one night their families village got attacked by rogue group of Necromancy Cultists. Luteria then made a pact with their current patron which granted them powers to save the village and drive the cultists out. Much to their parents dismay, Luteria then set off across Faerun to become an adventurer/mercenary before they then got abducted by the mindflayers which then goes into the events of the game itself! They still very much have love for Astarion and have spoken to Karlach about it in great detail (Karlach wouldn't let the topic go because she could tell it was bothering Luteria). Karlach has stated on multiple occasions that if/when Astarion is ready/comfortable, he has Karlach's expressed (and rather enthusiastic) permission to ask Luteria to be his partner again <3

[dr-demi-bee]

My ranger Tav, Miri, is demi(pan), too!

Does anyone else have demi/ace Tavs? May I see them? 🥺

[hickeygender]

apparently if you pressure astarion into sex after his confession in act 2 he'll straight up dump you, which makes me happy to hear because he's developing his boundaries and relearning self worth. it's a hard scene to watch (and one i could never bring myself to play through personally), but i'm really glad the developers included it bc your actions should have consequences and you shouldn't be able to treat the characters like shit and have them still fawn over you. also, he says THIS in response to tav saying that he seemed to be enjoying himself, and i don't think he could get more explicitly ace unless he had a big blinking neon sign on his forehead that read ACESPEC

[drabblesbyjubs]

Astarion boundaries Drabble and acespec Astarion headcannons

Tw// mentions of sexual trauma, Astarion’s backstory stuff, some sexual content but not descriptive

Minors DNI please

As much as I love the idea of Astarion and Tav slowly warming up to one another after giving Astarion time to heal from his trauma and slowly becoming comfortable in a sexual relationship, I personally don’t know how likely that would be.

I feel like Astarion is somewhere on the ace spec. He was forced in to using his body to give others pleasure he had no interest in, then lead them to their demises with the trust he gained from them using his body. He is probably very finicky of Tav touching him when things start to get serious; a hand on the hip may be alright one day, but too much the next.

He wont vocalize when things are too much though, much to Tav’s displeasure. He lets it happen, gets a foggy look and his responses become more matter of fact and less teasing and snarky how they always are.

“Look at me.” Tav would say when they notice that look.

Astarion blinks and meets their gaze, silent for a moment before humming under his breath. “What?” He’d huff as if he didn’t love the way they cupped his cheeks in their palms; a warm, soft presence, without anything more to it.

“You’re doing the thing again. What is it? Do you not want me to touch you there?” Tav questioned. They knew how much Astarion hates prying questions, but this wasn’t a conversation they could just put off.

“No, I like it, I-“ he lied, cut off by catching his own fib. The memory of what Tav had said to him once when Astarion feared their anger when he had shattered a plate; ‘You have no need to fear my anger, for it will never show itself to you. I want your honesty, and you will have mine. I will never be mad at you for mistakes. They happen to everyone.’

“I.. it… gods, you know I hate this,” Astarion huffed, pulling himself away from Tav’s warm hands. They hummed in acknowledgment. Of course they knew. Why were they so considerate of how he felt? He knew they had no alterier motive, but perhaps how an old habit dies hard, Astarion couldn’t help but wonder what they would gain from caring so much.

“I like it sometimes. Other times it makes me feel… strange. Disgusted. But not with you,” he hurried, waving his hands before him, “it’s more.. like a bad memory, I guess? Gods, this makes no sense, I-“

Sensing Astarion’s building frustration with himself, Tav stepped in, gently placing their hand on his shoulder. “I understand. You don’t have to explain any more. Here’s what we’re gonna do,” Tav said, taking Astarion’s hand and guiding him to sit on the corner of the bed.

“I’m going to keep all of this in mind. I want you to tell me when I touch somewhere you don’t like, and if later you change your mind and want me to touch you there, all you need is to ask. Deal?” They offered with a kind smile.

Gods damn that smile. So sweet, reassuring, so wonderful.

“…Alright. Deal.”

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Astarion doesn’t get scared of touches like on his hips, chest, etc; they more bring back a flood of memories, sweet nothings in his ear he had no interest in hearing, followed by their betrayed begging for his help as Cazador had his way with them. It brought him back all too suddenly, those kinds of touches, but only sometimes. At this point, he trusts Tav, but the memories come whether he wants them to or not.

Astarion eventually asks to cease all sexual contact, just for a while. He worries that he’s letting Tav down, denying their desires, making them stifle themselves. But never once do they complain.

Astarion does have desires at times, but he fears the feeling of having to reciprocate. He wants to take his pleasure, but not to have the responsibility of giving it back.

Tav would offer him to use them as he pleases, and would never once ask for anything back, not even their own orgasm.

After Astarion achieves his release, the two clean up, and Tav cuddles Astarion. Even if they are left wanting, they have the satisfaction of knowing Astarion feels safe and at ease in a situation like that, and holding him in their arms is the best pleasure they could ask for.

Astarion takes time to open up, but when he does, Tav can catch a glimpse of the young elf Astarion once was. That side of him may have been ripped apart long before it was ever meant to, but it is by no means irreparable. All he needs is care and time.

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Well, that’d be my first Astarion drabble. He’s been rotting in my mind since I started playing this game, and I have may ideas. My blog will likely become where I just dump the random ideas that pop in my head while I rot away at work lol, many of my posts won’t be this long, some will be longer than this, we’ll all see in time. But let me know if you all want more! How I write Astarion will improve with time, promise, I just need to truly deep dive in to his character for now lol

[ace-but-not-a-pilot]

Hello, mutual reporting in for "doing whatever they want to you" duty 🫡 what I want to do tonight is tell you about my specialest little guy main characters I made for two video games 😌

On one hand we have Constant, my BG3 Tav, tiefling druid who likes being there for people, predictability and routine, and is very curious. On the other hand we have Solaros, my DA:tV Rook, an elven mage who's still Becoming Someone because we're like three quests and maybe 10h into the game, but who's shaping up to be a bit of a freak who prefers talking things through before getting into a fight and gets snarky when he maybe shouldn't. And they were both made with "what is coolest to me" as their main design criteria, as is the tradition when making my first character in a video game where you can make your guy (this means yellow-orange-y tiefling for Constant, pink and purple heterochromia elf for Solaros, and magic users for both)

Knowing this about them, I will set the scene that I've been daydreaming about for a few days on and off: imagine you are Some Guy who was just chilling at home, but then you get kidnapped by aliens and now you're on a quest to not turn into a weird tentacled alien, and also help some people along the way, because apparently you and the like six weirdos you're friends (??) with are adventurers now. And so you're about to go explore an abandoned temple, or a cave, or free a kid from harpies, whatever, and you got to bed after a quiet evening getting to know your travelling companions. And then you wake up, and you aren't in your tent, you're in a bedroom you've never seen, and you look like an elf with strange scars on your face, and when you get out of that room there's strangers sitting around a table talking strategy, and they and call you by a name you've never gone by, and act like they know you, and look up to you to lead them, but you've never met them.

Imagine you're from a race widely enslaved, but you were rediscovering your ancient magical culture up until last year, where you got recruited to help prevent one of your ancient gods (who's also some guy?) from messing with the fabric of reality, before succeeding but not 100%, and now you're recruiting people from all over the world to help with killing a few gods to maintain the fabric of reality. And so you're about to go make some headway on stopping the gods from fucking up the whole world, and you go to bed after a nice dinner where you talk about silly stuff with your new buddies, to get to know each other. And then you wake up, and you've got horns and a tail, and you're in a tent in a camp full of people who call you by a name you've never gone by, and act like they know you, and look up to you to lead them, but you've never met them.

Anyway so I think they should have a Your Name-esque thing going on except they're mostly just buddies. Because on top of being protagonists who are running around with their half-dozen of kooky companions trying to fight god(s), they are actually kind of similar! Constant was presented with the singular deity ("deity"...) of an alien race one of his friends belongs to, and they waved to her, and Solaros would do the same. Solaros was told by a high military authority he was spreading dangerous rumors and that he'd be sent to prison, and he went "um, no", and Constant also would "nuh-huh" someone like that.

Also they have the same taste in men (because I romanced my favorite companion with them both and I have a specific type in men. That type is "I can fix him", rogue type, traumatic past, acespec, "there are many straight women who want them to be daddy doms but I think they should get a hug and a blanket". Y'know, Astarion and Lucanis) And they're both not cis (Veilguard lets you do that!! meaningfully!! I'm roleplaying a trans guy!! in the game!! not just cosmetic top surgery!! he's talking about it in dialogue!!!). They should have weird bodyswapping shenanigans going on for a while and then they should be buddies, is my point.

Anyway so hi, hello, that was the pilot episode of me doing whatever I want to you. Tune in next time if we get the green light for... well, I can offer more OCs, or media opinions, or a doodle or two, or you can start on a specific topic if you'd like. Bye bye, a good timezone to you, and thanks for the space to type out my thoughts 😌

It's like reading a light novel, I want to steal your people and ideas now! I've got no experience in Dragon Age and I've played maybe a couple hours of BG3 at most, but it all sounds absolutely fascinating!

Obviously, every OC, especially game OCs, should follow the "what's coolest to me" rules. I usually go for whichever person would experience the most struggle in any given setting myself, and I love making characters extreme underdogs that have to rely on unconventional methods of achieving their solutions.

I love body swapping stuff, especially when the people don't know each other. I don't know why but it has always had a major appeal to me (probably because of memory loss or something idk) so I really really like the direction you're taking this story. Especially with people that act just similar enough that their peers wouldn't fully believe that they weren't just having an off day. The more I think about your story, the more I start to get in the mindset, it sounds awesome and like it'd be full of metaphors and that it'd make a great piece of written or spoken work, I'm in love <3333

Please continue to share anything and everything, I think it's all so fascinating and amazing and I want it injected into my bones <3333

[quirkyenby]

Beware, this is a head canon ramble post on my Baldur's Gate character's sexuality and subsequent love life. Spoilers under the cut;

Due to a mix of backstory stuff and her particular flavor of autism, Enola's perception of what's platonic and romantic is very muddy. She and Shadowheart developed a good repour, the way they would just talk about everything and anything late into the night over wine. When Shadowheart initiated a kiss, Enola figured why not? They get along well and are of very similar minds.

Then she has that moment with Gale in the weave, and it feels very similar. I picked the image of a romantic walk, because that is what she ultimately desires from someone; spending quality time with them, talking about anything and everything. At this point, Enola views them both on an equal scale in terms of her emotional connection to them.

Then in the cursed lands, Gale flirts after the group kills some shadow creatures, and she previously hadn't even considered that aspect of things. Enola figured it was a "good to know" and that would be that.

Then there's the second scene with a shit ton to unpack; Gale building a beautiful realm to escape to, showing her into his inner world, the mind-melding love scene? It satisfied so many desires of hers that she didn't even know she had.

For Enola, regular physical intimacy is a sensory nightmare; it's too hot, too cold, too close, too far, too much, too little, etc. In Gale's magical dream realm, she didn't have to deal with any of that, just the good parts.

Talking things through with Shadowheart afterwards helped her understand some of the nuanced boundaries of relationships. Even though Gale said that she "chose" him, it didn't feel like choosing; they are just separate relationships with different boundaries.

I'll probably have more to write about once I get further along in the game, but I'm tempted to write a side quest surrounding her backstory and posting it here.

Name: Enola

Race: Half Wood Elf

Class: Way of Four Elements Monk/Knowledge Cleric of Mystra

Stats: low INT, high Wis/Dex

Background: Noble

Backstory: Born a bastard of a noble house in Baldur's Gate, Enola's grandfather and guardian sheltered her from the outside world for many years. While her half-sister was a natural scholar, she struggled to retain whatever knowledge she could remember before it slipped from her fingers. She had passion for it all the same; no matter how much she tried, she could never develop a substantial grasp on manipulating the Weave.

The few bits of knowledge that stayed with her revolved around Mystra, the goddess of the magic she couldn't grasp. It's almost cruel. Her image and legends fascinated her, a powerful force of nature. Enola could scarcely believe it when she was chosen as a cleric of Mystra despite her difficulties.

Her influence still stayed with her after a friendship with a young stable boy led her grandfather to cast her out to a monastery. His parting words echo to this very day; "I will not have you bring yet another disgrace into my family."

Despite how Enola failed to understand her grandfather's motivations for casting her out, she felt far more at home there than she ever did with him. And that was where she stayed, until an illithid ship swept her towards the plan that Mystra had for her.

[eluvisen]

I made Elenweyre (Rhodeia's mentor and another of my Tavs) Rhodeia's dream guardian, and it was honestly pretty trippy to see the guardian wearing her face. And if it was trippy for me, I can't imagine how unsettling it would have been for Rhodeia.

(The Emperor took Elenweyre's form because it knows Rhodes is acespec and the smoking hot paladin routine won't work on her. Same as it does with Minsc, come to think of it.)

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

pretty sure ace!tav is just me but alright

— sincerely, an acespec reader that's been deprived of representation (in identity and relationships) for too damn long

I wouldn't say they're alright, but I know what you're saying, and I hope it gets better.

How Do Y'all Picture Ace!Tav?

[fictionkinfessions]

oooo alt ships! I was in no way romantically involved with my timeline's Tav (they tried, though, the poor thing), I'm actually fairly certain I was at the very least acespec. Anyway, I had a fondness for Gale, tried to convince him to be a bit more selfish and Not blow up everyone for his ex. It went well, as far as I hazily remember, we were the closest to happy that two queer genderfucked freaks with tadpoles in their heads could be at the time.

- a certain someone from Baldur's Gate 3

🐸

[sibilansss]

Meet my tav: Selrin!

link to full lore: <under construction>

+ basics and background +

full name: Selrin Ymre Blackspire

nicknames: Sel, little raven (from father), Selli (from brother)

age: 40 (as of 1492)

pronouns: she/her

race: wood half-elf

sexuality: panromantic + unlabeled acespec (demi-leaning)

height: 178 cm / 5'10"

+ class and alignment details +

class: war domain cleric | gloomstalker ranger

deity: Kelemvor

main duties: doomguide, undead hunter

background: acolyte

alignment: lawful neutral

favored weapons: long and shortbows, shortswords, daggers

+ personality +

is mostly: reserved, gentle, empathetic, nonjudgmental, patient

can also be: emotionally avoidant/distant, secretive, stubborn, neutral to a fault

+ hobbies +

playing her flute

homebrewing potions, tinctures, and other herbal remedies

making her own incense to burn during prayer

foraging for (rare) ingedients for potions and incense

+ matters of the heart +

partner (canon): Shadowheart

ship name: GraveOrchid

+ other tidbits +

has a family heirloom which allows her to polymorph into a raven

has an undead rat companion named Rune - they are separated when she is abducted by the Nautiloid but they are reunited in Act III!

[quirkyenby]

Update: I wrote a fic about Enola's reaction to Gale's romance scene.

Name: Enola

Race: Half Wood Elf

Class: Way of Four Elements Monk/Knowledge Cleric of Mystra

Stats: low INT, high Wis/Dex

Background: Noble

Backstory: Born a bastard of a noble house in Baldur's Gate, Enola's grandfather and guardian sheltered her from the outside world for many years. While her half-sister was a natural scholar, she struggled to retain whatever knowledge she could remember before it slipped from her fingers. She had passion for it all the same; no matter how much she tried, she could never develop a substantial grasp on manipulating the Weave.

The few bits of knowledge that stayed with her revolved around Mystra, the goddess of the magic she couldn't grasp. It's almost cruel. Her image and legends fascinated her, a powerful force of nature. Enola could scarcely believe it when she was chosen as a cleric of Mystra despite her difficulties.

Her influence still stayed with her after a friendship with a young stable boy led her grandfather to cast her out to a monastery. His parting words echo to this very day; "I will not have you bring yet another disgrace into my family."

Despite how Enola failed to understand her grandfather's motivations for casting her out, she felt far more at home there than she ever did with him. And that was where she stayed, until an illithid ship swept her towards the plan that Mystra had for her.