#bg3 Zevlor

[reverieblondie]

I'm not entirely sure if this counts as a spicy idea or what you're looking for but here goes! Raphael, Haarlep, Cal, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor using their tail on non-tiefling female s/o to restrain her (like her leg, waist, wrists, etc), play with her clit, and stuff their tail inside her so he can taste her or mouth to gag her? Please tell me your thoughts 🥺

A/N: Oh this was a great prompt. I love inappropriate use of tails, enjoy.

Raphael, Haarlep, Cal, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor

Using tails

Raphael

You were not surprised when an invitation for dinner at the House of Hope appeared mysteriously on your coffee table. The now Archedevil Raphael had personally written, and you assume, delivered the note to your home. The invitation said you would be the guest of honor for your aid in getting him the crown of Karsus. You dressed in your finest silk dress for dinner and put your hair up to expose your neck. You were nervous about seeing Raphael again after so long, so it led to you going all out on your appearance. 

When the time comes, a whorling portal takes you to the hells where the party started. Raphael’s eyes had been drinking you all evening as he watched you, ignoring the rest of the room filled with devils and past clients. He took a long drag from his hookah as he admired your soft curves under the thin fabric and your lovely neck so deliciously exposed. Though he was not the only one to notice you much to his disdain… The fiends looked at you like a meal while the mortals looked at you like a prize… the fools, all of them… you are his, and they will all soon find out this fact… 

As the dinner bell rang its high-pitched chime, everyone shuffled into the dining room; Raphael sat in the chair at the head of the table as everyone found their seats. As soon as you found a free chair, it suddenly vanished within your grasp; you looked around confused till your eyes met Rapahaels… “Oh, poor mouse…that chair was… insufficient… but don’t pout pet… I have a place for you to sit…” Raphael scoots his chair back slowly and spreads his thick thighs, patting his lap with a smug smile. You walked over slowly as the others chuckled and smirked behind you; as you got closer, Raphael gave you a nod and held his hand towards you. As soon as you took his hand, he turned you gracefully and sat you on his lap. 

Raphael's hands went to the flimsy strap of your dress and the other softly caressing the softness of your stomach… his tail coils tightly up your leg as his lips pressed to the shell of your ears, “Comfortable?” All you can manage is a soft whimper and a nod as the sheer heat of his body overwells you. He chuckles at the tensing of your body as he continues his obvious caressing. Raphael clears his throat, “it seems our guest of honor is tongue-tied… I hope we can forgive her… she is only mortal…” The devils in the room got a large kick out of that. Raphael talks of his ambitions and how your help was key to his success. While he talks, his hands start to pick up your dress past your hips, showing off your pantieless cunt, dripping… you try to squirm out of his hold, so embarrassed to be exposed like this, but Raphael's tail coiled around you tighter… “Be still, my darling… we wouldn’t want to ruin the show…” 

Your head is turned from his glowing orange eyes to the guest watching with full plates and salivating lips. Raphael's hand reaches between your trembling legs as his massive clawed fingers spread your slick folds and drag over your sex till he finds your swollen little bundle. He drags his thumb in slow circles over your clit, making you softly moan before he is roughly pinching, making you scream. The table guests howl and cheer at the perverted show. Rapheals voice purrs in your ear, “They can watch mouse… but you… you are mine.”

Haarlep

Having your soul sold to a devil was different than you expected; you were sure you would have to serve Raphael every whim, but when he handed you over to Haarlep… Now that was unexpected… Haarlep was thrilled to have a new warm body around the house, a new thing to play with and feed upon. With your role as Haarlep's caretaker (at least that's what Raphael called your job), You were at Haarleps beck and call. Whatever they command, you must fulfill or else.... and Haarlep was slowly becoming drunk with power.

 Haarlep contained themselves, however, slowly building you up with teases and hungry glances; Haarlep could smell how you got excited when around them, how your bright eyes would fill with lust, and your body temperature would rise. They could have had you long ago, had your legs around their head, listening to your screams as they fucked you deep with their forked tongue, but they wanted to savor you for a while longer. Finally, they just couldn't ignore their hunger anymore. 

Haarlep had requested a bath and, of course, for you to assist them. In the boudoir Haarlep snapped their fingers before slowly sinking into the turquoise healing water, they of course were not shy in showing off and forcing your cheeks to flush and your heart to race, adorable. Haarlep lounges back against the bath, watching as you continue to add oils to the bath for fragrance, your eyes stealing glances of their chest and their pleased smirk. You saw Haarlep lick their lips as they watched you; they looked at you as if they could read your mind, smug and knowing of your desire… But Haarlep was the masters… if you lay with them, there would surely be consequences. 

"Dove?  Come closer and wash me..." those soft words broke you from your thoughts, you know better than to refuse. Going to step in the bath, you are quickly stopped with a tsk, "You can't come in like that… off with your clothes…" Taking a steady breath, you did as you were told and stripped down.  You started with their vast wings, hearing how Haarlep sighed leasery at the touch. Their breathing bordered on moans that made your core twist in want. Once their wings were done, you went to move to their arms, but before you could begin, Haarlep pulled you gently onto their lap. Their cock is hard and immediately nudges you, making your body tremble. 

Haarlep smiles wide as they place your hands on their chest, "Wash me here next... "As you wash Haarleps's chest, you find yourself getting lost in the incubus's eyes and starting to mindlessly grind yourself on them. Haarlep lets you guide you as you rock on them, but once they slip their hand to your hips, you freeze, "I…I am so sorry… I shouldn't…" Haarlep coos to you as they slip their cock inside, letting it stretch you and cut off your apology… "No, my Dove… You are such an obedient thing. I say you act selfishly and let me have you…" Getting caught is a risk, but their burning cock sinking deeper into your cunt is taking all reason from your mind. You drop the sponge, wrapping your arms around their neck before you push them in deeper with a moan. "I want… as much as I can… Ah~ get." Haarlp kisses your trembling lips before rolling their hips, making their cock lick against your cervix. "So greedy… want more?" All you can do Is nod before they arch your back, forcing their cock deeper… Then you feel prodding on your tight, unused hole, making you gasp. "Settle Dove. Let the pleasure take hold... you will enjoy... It, my greedy girl…"

 Haarleps tail slips through, making you scream at the intensity. Their tail slide in tandem as they let you bounce on their cock, both appendages rubbing so desirously makes your mind fog of the pleasure of being too full and fucked. Drool falls from your lips that Haarlep licks with a chuckle; you're lost on them now, and how your body is quenching down on their cock as you bounce tells them all they need to know, You no longer care for any risks involved… you're fully theirs now.

 It's been an hour, and your leaning on Haarleps chest shaking, your cum too many times to count, and the incubus is still taking their fill. Raphael comes into the room in a flash, shuffling through papers before his gaze looks to the side, seeing Haarlep taking their caretaker in the bath. Raphael scoffs, "Make sure you cum in her don't want you making a mess of my bath…" Haarlep smiles wide before purring in your ear, "Yes, master…"

Cal

When you had accepted Alfina's request to go on a blind date with someone she thought would be perfect for you, you never expected it to be someone you already knew. So imagine your surprise when the person, your date, sitting alone at the tavern waiting was Cal.

Cal had been idly playing with his mug of ale when he looked up at the person next to his table. As soon as his glowing orange eyes met yours, he immediately perked up, and his tail started to swish. Seems you were both surprised.  Dinner started off a little shy and slightly awkward, like most dates, but Cal being Cal quickly lightened the mood for you two.  As the night went on, the mood kept adjusting … First, Cal was doing his tried and true, fun jokes and keeping the conversation about you. Though you were insistent on getting him to tell you things about him you didn't already know, it was an appreciated gesture but not one he was entirely accustomed to.

Cal watched as you spoke, how effortlessly you communicated how he dreamed of this opportunity to go out with you and how gorgeous you looked… you always looked so beautiful… During your story, you two were inching closer and closer. Cal, getting lost in the moment, carefully reached out and tucked a stray hair behind your ear. You pause your story, and the air becomes tense; your eyes are glued to each other, his hand still lingering in your loose hair as he carefully wraps it around his finger, giving it the softest pull.

It didn't matter who leaned in first; all that matters now is your legs are wrapped around his waist as soon as you enter your house and his tongue dancing against yours, sending you through a toe-curling frenzy. Cal has a fist full of your hair as his lips move from your lips to your neck, moaning and licking against your skin. Your hands are eagerly stripping him while you also try to shimmy off your date outfit, Cal seeing your struggle helps you, of course, by practically ripping your clothes off you. You knew he was strong, but… damn.

Cal is nothing but tender as he bends you over, his nails dragging down the sides of your body, his lips kissing up your spine, making you rise to the tips of your toes. Cal's length pushes and rubs against your wet core, the tip teasing your entrance so much you cry, wanting to beg for more… but Cal won't keep you in suspense. Cal pushes into you with a groan, his hands holding tightly on your ass. Cal tries to keep his pace steady as he thrusts into you, but from his throbbing and moans of your name, it seems like he won't last, but Cal is so full of surprises…. As Cal continues his rutting, his cock stretching your walls taut, his tail coils around your thigh, and the tip moves to rub and flick against your clit, having you see stars. Cal's hands move up to your chest, twisting your nipples as he leans his weight on you, his tail moving faster… "Please… I want to feel you cum on me… "Cal, always so sweet…

Dammon

Part of him wishes he would have gone to the party outside the grove, but another part knows that if he went and saw you saying goodbye, it would sting all the more. Though now, as he sits polishing and packing up his wares, he's lamenting not having seen you one last time.

On the verge of self-loathing, he plucks a stiff drink from one of his packs; he had been saving it but might as well. From how things are looking, I think that special celebration might never come. Dammon tries to get comfortable on the creaking chair in his forge as he finally sits for the first time that day. Dammon has just pushed the bottle to his lips, taking a large swig when the sound of a soft "oh-" Catches him off guard. Surprised, Dammon moves his eyes to where he sees you, quickly hiding something behind your back when his eyes meet yours. He quickly stands, shocked by your presence, but as he moves the liquid from the bottle, it splashes over him, ruining his shirt.

"Dammon! Shit... I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have snuck up on you!" Feeling guilty, you quickly come to Dammon's side, placing a bottle of wine and two goblets on the rickety table. Grabbing a spare rag, you start trying to clean him up, unaware that Dammon's eyes are glued to what you have brought to him. Had you brought all this to share with him? So you could spend time with him?

Dammon feels his heartbeat race, and suddenly, he's all too aware of how close you are to drying his shirt. Dammon looks down at you, hearing your worried mutters. This is your last night together, for him to show you exactly how much he cares for you and desires you, To finally have you, even for one night.

Dammon gently grabs your hand, pausing your drying. You go to protest but quickly silence yourself as Dammon slips off his shirt with zero hesitation. The grip you have on the rag tightens as you look over his firm abdomen and broad chest. Dammon has to hold his smile as he leans in closer, cupping your cheek, lifting your head to meet his dazzling eyes. "Don't worry about the shirt... just tell me why are you here? and what can I do for you?" Who knew what a simple question could lead to...

Half a bottle of I wine later and a small stroll to Dammons tent has led you to this beautiful moment, Dammons chest heaves and practically purrs as you spay your hands across his rigids sliding your hands up and down slowly as you grind down on his cock. His tail twists and coils around your hips, making you gasp and bounce more in excitement. The tip of his cock nudging against your cervix with every roll makes you gasp at the toe-twisting pleasure. "So beautiful... So perfect..." Dammon babbles as he squeezes you harder and harder. You don't know how you could ever part from him now, and Dammon vows to himself to hold you as tightly as he can before you two must part in the morning. You later promise to look for each other one day once you get to Baldur's Gate.

Rolan

You're driving him absolutely mad, yet you're not doing it purposely. Just your damn presents right now is all it's taking for him to get so worked up. Rolan feels his nails digging into the countertop as he watches you pick up tome after tome, flipping through the contents before placing it back. Normally, Rolan would walk over and criticize your meaningless browsing, but today, he can't risk moving from behind the front counter, or else you will see exactly how worked up he is from simply watching you. From how your back subtly arches when you reach towards the top shelf, must you always grab from the top self? How your hips sway, having his eyes linger on your tailless ass he's desperate to just squeeze. Then there's the curve of your breast he just wants to bite and tease… His cock, already painfully hard, throbs with the thought, making him groan, subtly palming himself. Then, as you approach him with that coy smile and intoxicating scent, he feels his throat dry, and the urge to just grab you and drown in you threatens to consume him. Usually, his rut is never this bad … but with you near … It's almost intolerable how needy he is… just steady breaths… and for god's sake, Rolan, don't just grab her. Practically batting your eyes you look up towards Rolan leaning on the sundries front counter. "Well, Rolan, I would criticize your customer service, but you have never been exactly friendly anyway." All Rolan manages to give you is a grunt as he busies himself with paperwork, not even meeting your eye.

You look at Rolan, confused. He usually banters back, but now he's ignoring you? What's his deal? With little effort, you lift yourself to sit on top of the counter, quickly earning you a glare from the wizard, though when he meets your face, his eyes seem to glaze over, and his lips just slightly parted. Then you see the sheen of sweat and the claw marks under his long nails. "Rolan? Are you alright?" leaning closer to his body, you hear him groan, and as you touch your hand to his flustered cheek, you feel how hot his skin is.

"You're burning up! Are you sick?" Rolan leans his head into your touch, feeling your cool skin instantly soothing him. Your scent intoxicates him with it so near, he feels foolish trying to avoid you, deep down he knows he never could …. "I… I need you… please I need you…" he mumbles as his hand comes to your knee, his face turning so his lips kiss your palms, and his eyes dilated and pleading. You feel your body grow hot …" Yes. Whatever you need…" with that confirmation, Rolan lets out a sigh of relief and takes you up toward the tower. He's desperate and needy, and you can't get enough; his lips and tongue haven't left your skin; his hands haven't stopped for a moment to strip you two bare, and you're enjoying every minute. From his growling moans to his soft, breathy whimpers, his desperation is perfect. Rolan's lips caress your skin as he goes lower and lower on your body, his fingers rubbing your nipples, trying desperately to earn every moan possible from you. His mouth is needy; he licks your skin, tastes you wanting so badly to lick on your wet cunt … but your voice is begging, "Fuck me, please, Rolan Fuck me… "Rolan smiles as he lays you down on the bed, dipping down to give a quick lick to your fluttering cunt, "I will … gods, but I need to taste you first… but don't worry… I can still fill you… "

As Rolan leans back down to your sex, swirling his tongue on your clit, he brings his tail up, teasing your tight cunt. Your eyes widen at the feeling of the appendage, and when you look down, you see Rolan watching you so intently as his mouth sucks and hums on your swollen pearl, his tail teasing further but only slightly putting in the tip before taking it out. Finally, as you reach down screaming for mercy, Rolan is stretching you out with his spaded tail. It's unlike anything you have felt before, and you selfishly grind your hips against his face, feeling him sink in his tail deeper; Rolans realizes he's not the only one feeling needy.

Zevlor

It's a typical night between you two, Zevlor and you, resting by the fire after a long day. You read from your respective books while you lay your head in his lap. Finally, you move your eyes away from the text to look up at your wonderful partner. Relishing in his steady breaths and smiling at how he wears his reading glasses low on his nose.

Zevlor must sense your staring before he moves his eyes down to you; as he sees your smiling face, he returns it, taking off his glasses. "And what are you smiling at, my dear?" You close your book, and he does the same, keeping his eyes on you. "I was just thinking how much you have changed." He tilts his head, "Oh? And how have I changed." You sit up to face him, placing your hands on his chest, "Well … One, you're way more relaxed, and I don't know. You seem softer." Zevlor lifts an eyebrow to you, "Softer? Hm … Do you enjoy my softness?" You giggle, giving Zevlor a quick kiss, "I enjoy every inch of you, though I am surprised I have never seen Commander Zevlor's side…" Zevlor sighs with a smile, "Those days are long past me…" Zevlor watches as your lips slightly peruse, and then he gets a thought; he quickly grabs your wrist, leaning in closer to you and studying your flushed cheeks.

"I could … show you a glimpse of that if you like?" He smirks, and you melt. Zevlor, wanting to show you more sides to himself, takes your hand and guides you to your bedroom; he has you in front of the bed. "Tell me to halt if I get too rough, dear." You delightfully bite your lip, squeezing your thighs together, "Yes, Commander… " Zevlor holds in his smile at your words that, when you say them goes straight to his cock. Zevlor straightens his posture and folds his hands behind his back, "Now stand straight, recruit or else. You don't want to disappoint your commanding officer, do you?" You want to lean into him, but you fight the urge, "Yes, commander," He leans into your ear, tracing your side slowly, "Now, strip down."

Without hesitating, you start to remove your clothes as Zevlor watches you with a cold gaze. His eyes are tracing over every curve of your delicate skin. He licks the back of his teeth, resisting the urge to bite and mark you; he must resist, for that will come later. He circles around you as your eyes beg for him to touch you and bend you over. Finally, he Stops in front of you, "Turn and bend over on the bed." he says flatly. Part of you is tempted to argue, but you hold it in and follow your Commander's orders. Your whole body feels hot as you bend over for him, your bare ass so exposed, you know at this angle he can surely see the slick dripping down from your core. "Hands behind your back." Doing as he says, you comply with your whole body shaking in temptation. As soon as you place your hands behind your back, Zevlors tail quickly coils around your wrist, bounding you, and once you're bound, he kicks your legs to spread apart, making more cold air breeze against your wetness, making you gasp and squirm.

"Do not move…" he commands as his thick fingers tease at your slit before moving to your clit. The urge to move your hips to selfishly feel more is overwhelming, so when you start to rock your body to feel his clawed fingers brushing your clit faster but you're halted with a sharp crack to your ass, making you yipe in pain. Two fingers plunge deeply into your cunt, causing your stomach to flutter and Zevlors tail to coil around your wrist tighter. "I told you not to move, rookie…" you can only moan in response as his fingers pump and curl in your slick walls, forcing you to fight the urge to fuck yourself on his hand. The Commander is very adamant about training.

[vicarfriedrich]

[wassidy-wanders-around]

Today was rough to put it lightly *cries in American* ( ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ )

But as a lot of lovely creators have said, today we grieve but we won't give up. There's still so much worth fighting for and communities that need support. ✊🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈♀️💕

I definitely needed some fluff and a half naked man to lift my spirits, but real men...naw. I just know Zevlor would be an ally, a little confused maybe but his heart would be in the right place (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Oh and I refed Zevlor's pose from @null-entity big thanks ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

[zevlorzine]

Here is our zine's cover reveal done by the amazingly talented @vicarfriedrich! We're excited to be starting preorders in a week on November 15th!

[dark-and-kawaii]

✧˖° Salt In Our Wounds °˖✧

Summary: Immense heartache is never easy, but with Zevlor there, she knew that the pain would lessen... That eventually this sorrow would fade, and she would be alright, because he would always be at her side.

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ — Pairing: Zevlor x F!Tav/OFC

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ — Content: Heavy Angst - Betrayal - Miscarriage - Zevlor Being The Best Husband - Tears - Heartache - Bathing With The Best Man

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting gentle shadows on the walls… The air was heavy with a silence that spoke volumes, but the faint scent of lavender permeated everything, a somewhat soothing balm against the ache in her chest.

As Lofn sat in the warm bath, the water lapped gently against her skin, her hair clinging to her skin like a heavy cloak, but the warmth did little to ease the cold emptiness within her.

Zevlor knelt beside the tub, his presence there was a comfort, and his gentle hands had a soothing familiarity to them that only love can bring. Cupping his hands into the warm water, he let the liquid trickle down her shoulders. As the water cascaded down her chest, Lofn closed her eyes. The warm kiss of the water against her body was pleasant, if only for a moment…

He watched her, the love of his life, the light in his heart, and his soul ached as he saw how devoid of life she was… “My dear,” Zevlor whispered, his voice thick with emotion, the tip of his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face before gently caressing the iridescent scales that adorned her temple.

The soft caress against her, the tender touch of his hand, Lofn turned to look at him, her blue eyes glazed with a film of tears... And he, her Zevlor, looked at her with the softest, yet most heartbreaking gaze- a smile so warm yet filled with the same pain she felt.

She felt like she had failed him…

And yet, as she gazed into his eyes, she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she never could…

His hand held hers, their fingers intertwined, and his thumb traced tender circles over her knuckles. His tail lay limp, lacking of its usual vitality, as he focused entirely on tending to his wife…

The silence between them was heavy, laden with unspoken grief and shared sorrow. It was the second time they had faced this heartache, the hope of new life slipping away before it could truly begin. Lofn's heart felt like it was breaking all over again, the weight of loss pressing down on her like a suffocating shroud…

She felt a tear slide down her cheek, the coolness in contrast to the warm water that surrounded her. Zevlor leaned forward, his lips softly brushing the trail the tear left, before pressing his forehead to hers. His horns softly scraping against her while nuzzled into her.

“The gods have cursed me,” she murmured, her voice barely audible above the gentle ripple of the water, “I ride dragons,” her voice a mixture of bitterness and disbelief, “I conquer lands, defeat elder brains and I am of Thay blood… I can do all these things, yet I cannot bear another child.” Her words were laced with frustration, a raw wound laid bare… “I fear I have failed you, my love... For what woman cannot carry a child for the man she loves more than her own life?”

Zevlor's heart clenched at her words, the pain in her voice cutting through him like a blade. She had already given him so much; a beautiful son, a loving home, a family that they both cherished, and a life worth living. She was a woman who was strong, and yet gentle, fierce and compassionate, a true Queen in the making...

He pulled back, bringing her hand to his lips and pressed a tender kiss to it- his eyes searching hers, “You could never fail me, my light... Please do not speak such things, for they wound me greatly, Lofn.” He kissed her hand again, his breath warm against her skin, and all she could do was let her head rest on the edge of the tub as he spoke, “There is not a soul on this planet that I have ever loved the way I love you.”

Lofn could see the sincerity in his eyes, the earnestness in his tone, and the tears began to flow freely down her face. He smiled, cupping her cheek in his hand, his thumb wiping away the moisture from her eyes, “We will always have our son, Lofn. Your handsome boy who already shows signs of being more like you than his old father.”

She smiled through her tears, but Zevlor could see the distance in her gaze, the way her mind wandered to places he couldn't reach. He knew he had to be her anchor, to hold her steady in the storm of her emotions.

Standing slowly, Zevlor stepped into the tub with her. The water shifting around him, but he moved carefully, not wanting to disturb her fragile peace. He settled behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, his warmth a shield against the cold darkness that threatened to overtake her.

His clothes clung to his skin, soaked through from the bath, but he paid them no mind. His muscles tensed and relaxed with each delicate squeeze he gave her, a silent promise that he was there, that he would always be there… He pressed gentle kisses upon her shoulder, each one a promise of love and support… And his tail wrapped around her, resting gently on the place where their child had been growing only hours ago, the tip of it tracing slow patterns along her skin.

“The gods, especially Asgorath, could never punish you, for you not only have the blood of the ancient red dragon, but you must remember you have the blood of Astilabor too... You have the blood of gods, and you are their beloved, you have proven that many times... They will always love you, but never as much as I.” He nuzzled the crook of her neck, and then placed another tender kiss, his horns rubbing against her skin, a feeling he knew that she loved.

They remained like that for some time, her back against his chest, his arms holding her tight, the warmth of the bath and his embrace soothing the ache in her heart until he felt the steady rise and fall of her breathing as she slept.

Zevlor gently lifted her, holding her close as he stepped out of the tub to bring her back to their shared rom. His eyes fell on the crib, the empty crib he had handcrafted when she had first announced her pregnancy with their child… with their daughter. He looked away, swallowing hard, his heart aching.

But he did not falter, instead, he focused on the beautiful woman in his arms, her face relaxed in peaceful slumber. The bed dipped slightly as he set her down, her hair fanned out against the pillows, her skin flushed with the warmth of the bath…

No, the gods could never cause her harm… If they had cursed one of them, it would be he, the fool that he was… This was not a punishment for her, but for him he feared… He was the reason so many of his people died, the reason she had ventured alone without him at her side in the beginning… the reason their unborn daughter was gone…

Zevlor’s brow furrowed, if only he had caught it sooner, the tainted drinks Caelum had slipped her… Had he acted faster, maybe things would have been different, and his love would have been safe, their child still inside her womb, the promise of new life.

He removed his wet clothes, dropping them to the floor before slipping under the covers beside her. He drew her close once more, letting her hear his heartbeat and feeling her body relax as his arms held her safe and secure.

His gaze drifted towards the ceiling, his eyes following the intricate patterns...

He had failed her, not she, him…

Zevlor swallowed, the taste of his tears bitter as they slid down his cheeks. He couldn't hold them back any longer, the heartbreak of losing another child was more than he could bear.

He pulled her tighter to him, burying his face in her damp hair, the sweet scent of her a comfort against the pain. He knew then, that should the gods ever grant him a third chance at fatherhood, he would do anything, everything, even watch the world burn if he had to, just so she would never have to feel this kind of heartache again.

[rainyssafespace]

[tsukitenshiart]

The Tiefling Bachelors ˚₊🗡⋆.✩₊˚

I have these keychains currently on preorder in my Etsy shop :3 They're only open for a few more days, but I will have some extras in stock in case you miss them!

I also have matching stickers to go with them :3

[ashprince-of-bel-air]

Larian why would you not let me at least share a drink with him at the Tiefling party? Just one I'm begging you!

Zevlor smiling.

That's it, that's the post.

Would kill to make him smile like that always.

[kelsh]

I’ve finally finished a play through of BG3 so I think I am qualified to make these

Original images:

[wheretheresawyll]

Baldur's Gate III Characters + the Gods

The Last Temptation of Christ / Ethel Cain - Sun Bleached Flies / Wolf Alice - Silk / Nine Inch Nails - Terrible Lie / Alice Notley - Songs and Stories of the Ghouls / Jay Z, Kanye West, Frank Ocean - No Church In The Wild / The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath / Tori Amos - God

[junorsky]

A young Hellrider

[josh-lanceero]

Betrayal

A piece for friends’ Zevlor fan-Zine (Chinese)!

[riense]

[finderheart]

Baldur's Gate 3 is so good it brought me back to tumblr after five freaking years

Gonna post more

[kitthenameless]

Why Zevlor would've been perfect as an Act 3 companion:

1 - He has the perfect opening to recruit him. (After you rescue him in the mind flayer colony.) He wants to prove himself and help but can't go back to his people.

2 - It would've given us a paladin companion for good-aligned playthroughs. (As opposed to Minthara for evil-aligned playthroughs.)

3 - He already has struggles he needs to overcome and thus would fit right in with the rest of the group.

4 - He appears to have a unique character model, unlike some NPCs.

5 - When you free him from the pod and he goes all paladin on those mind flayers and intellect devourers, smiting them down all on his own... It's hot. Zevlor is hot.

Thank you for coming to my presentation. Before I go, everyone please enjoy this picture of Zevlor covered in blood.

[hirodraga]

Him in suit :)