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Today was rough to put it lightly *cries in American* ( ŕźŕşśâ âżâ ŕźŕşś )
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. âđłď¸ââ§ď¸đłď¸âđâď¸đ
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 (â *â Ëâ ︜â Ëâ *â )â .â ・â *â âĄ
Oh and I refed Zevlor's pose from @null-entity big thanks â§â ââ (â â°â âżâ â°â )â ââ â§
#baldurs gate 3 zevlor#oathbreaker#zevlor#zevlor bg3#baldurs gate 3#bg3 zevlor#bg3#paladin#dnd#bg3 fanart#zevlor nation#zevlovers#vera#fluff
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Does liking Zevlor make me an old man kisser?
#taylorâs a yapper đŁď¸#real talk#bg3 zevlor#zevlor bg3#bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3#zevlor the paladin#zevlor the oathbreaker#oathbreaker zevlor#baldurs gate 3 zevlor#zevlor
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Iâve finally finished a play through of BG3 so I think I am qualified to make these
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#bg3#bg3 durge#bg3 astarion#bg3 raphael#bg3 emperor#bg3 shadowheart#bg3 wyll#bg3 mizora#bg3 zevlor#bg3 rolan#bg3 lakrissa#bg3 withers#bg3 arabella#myart#these are so fun to make#wonder if anyoneâs made these yet
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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
#bg3#bg3 spoilers#baldur's gate 3#shadowheart#bg3 gale#lae'zel#bg3 lae'zel#wyll ravengard#astarion#bg3 astarion#zevlor#bg3 zevlor#minthara#bg3 minthara#ketheric thorm#my stuff#screaming crying throwing up about this theme always
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A young Hellrider
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Betrayal
A piece for friendsâ Zevlor fan-Zine (Chinese)!
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#just one quick sketch before bed I said#then oops itâs 6 am#bg3 zevlor#bg3#baldurâs gate 3#zevlor#my art#fanart
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Baldur's Gate 3 is so good it brought me back to tumblr after five freaking years
Gonna post more
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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.
#bg3#bg3 zevlor#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate 3 zevlor#baldur's gate 3#bg3 spoilers#baldurs gate 3 spoilers
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Him in suit :)
#based on a pic i took of me :>#zevlor#bg3#fanart#art#bg3 zevlor#digital art#baldurs gate 3#tiefling#zevlor fanart#artists on tumblr
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Could I request headcanons for Gale, Halsin, Wyll, and Astarion with touch starved gn s/o?
I ended up rewriting these a few times but I hope you enjoy reading it! Last Bullet point is NSFW!
Haarlep and Raphael with thouch starved S/O HERE
HalsinÂ
Halsin would never say you were obvious, but figuring out you were touched starved was relatively easy to tell. Especially with the game you were playing, it was clear after the nth time you asked for healing from him from a mere paper cut on your finger. Though, could anyone really blame you? After spending so much time on the road, with no friendly touch for weeks, then when Halsin came to your aid to heal you from a particularly nasty hit from a goblin, That was the start of it, the aching for him; you had been healed by others before butâŚnobody did healing like Halsin. Most healers hover their hands over you, but Halisn would hold you, pressing his large but tender hands to your skin, letting his healing magic flow through from him to you; the touch would send tingling shivers through you; some would argue that it was from the magicâŚBut you knew it was from his touch. Halsin was more than willing to help heal you every time; in fact, the consent wanting his touch helped you two connect. Halsin hoped you would confess you wanted him to hold you one day. But you never did. So when you came for healing from your âterribly painful stomach ache,â he knew he would have to make the first move. âI think I know the perfect solution to your problem,â he whispered before he wrapped you in a tight hug; every ache and pain melted away from his touch. It is truly the perfect medicine anytime you feel touch starved.
Every party of Halsin is perfection in your eyes. Oak father really did a fantastic job when it came to making him. However, the one place youâre always grabbing onto the most is his arms. Itâs not hard to see why; itâs nearly impossible to keep from clinging to his massive limbs, snuggling into them, running your hands over his thick forearms. Halsin, the sweetheart, doesnât seem to mind your clinging, even if he is busy carving away. Now that Halsin has noticed your fondness for his arms, he may or may not start to flex them subtly when gesturing or wearing shirts that expose them so you can see every slight rippling of his muscles. Halsin will let you cling to him as long as he can nuzzle into his favorite part of you later tonightâŚ
Now usually youâre the needy one in the relationship, pleading for hugs and beaming every time you get wrapped up in Halsins arms. Today has been different, however. It started when you woke up with Halsins hands creasing your sides and snuggling into your neck, of course you melted at the touch, thoroughly relishing in the attention, but it didnât end there. Usually, Halsin would walk through the woods for some meditation and to gather herbs and materials for you two, but today, he didnât leave your side. Of course, you loved it, but a part of you was starting to get worried. When you brought it up, he grabbed your hands and held them to his chest, âI just find myself wanting to be near you, my heart.â You squeeze his large hands back, âWell, let me help you, my love.â rising to your tiptoes, you begin to pepper kisses all over Halsins face. He grabs your waist and lifts you to meet his lips with yours quickly; the kiss only makes him needier.Â
He loves every part of you, from your hair to your adorable toes. But his hands consistently linger on your curves. On those days when you are feeling extra needy. Halsin is more than willing to helpâŚIn some inventive ways. The contrast is maddening⌠The smooth honey slips on top of your heated skin, and then Halsins rough tongue licks up the sticky liquid off your stomach. His hands guide your back to an arch as he keeps his hazel eyes on your moaning face. Sucking and licking as his hands continue to run over your squirming body. Halsin doesnât know what is sweeter, the honey or you; he will spend all night trying to figure it out.Â
Zevlor
Zevlor has been around for a while but was never too familiar with the term âTouched starved.â Sure, he had heard it back in his commander days from soldiers whispering about needing attention of the flesh but never truly gave it too much thoughtâŚuntil. The idea came to him when he noticed a particular trait of yours. You had no special awareness when it came to him. Consistently, you were leaning into him quite closely, and when you two walked around during perimeter checks, you would often bump into him or brush your hand against his. Of course, you would apologize for your clumsiness, but deep down, you knew what was happeningâŚYour body was burning for him, his warmth, his touch, and it was seeking it out in any way possible. It didnât click so quickly for Zevlor until he saw you sparing, and there was no inclination of any clumsiness in your movements; even with others, he never saw you bump or run into anything; your movements were precise and calculatedâŚand thatâs when he figured it out you were touching him purposely. Zevlors first thought was, why? Then his second was how can he tell you to only ask him for his touch. Finally, one day, as you two were doing your usual perimeter check, you slowly inched closer and closer to him, seeking the slight relief of his touch. Still, as you went to bump into him for only a moment, you found the ex-hellrider wrapped his arms quickly around you keeping you to his warm chest. Eyes wide, you go to apologize, but Zevlor is quick to quiet your worries, âIf you need my warmthâŚplease donât hesitate to ask meâŚâ After that day, you got a hug from him every chance you couldâŚ
Zevlor enjoys the sweet intimacy of your relationship. At first, he was not used to someone wanting to hold him so closely and shower him with affection, but slowly, he is getting used to it and enjoying it immensely. Though, you still find ways to surprise himâŚFor example, when you start paying particular attention to his cheeks and horns, you canât stop wanting to hold his face so tenderly and whisper soft praises to him. âIâve never seen beauty like yours, ZevyâŚâ he feels his heart melt at every whisper and every gentle touch to his skin. Then, if you happen to caress the base of his horns? WellâŚyou have never heard such a deep pur. Â
 It had been the first day in a long while that you and Zevlor spent most of the day apart. He had promised to speak to some recruits in the city, sharing his wisdom, and you had opted to stay at home. You were expecting him to come home at any minute, so you were working hard to prepare a surprise dinner for him. You missed him being home; usually, you would spend the day working in your small garden together and setting out laundry on the line together. It was lonely without him, so you planned to show him how much you missed him. As you were finishing your stew, you felt arms snaking around your waist. You gasped before his familiar voice eased you, âBe still, my dear, itâs only meâŚâ Your body immediately relaxes as you turn to hug him back. âHow was your trip?â Zevlor only hums as he buries his head into your neck. âI missed youâŚthe road was lonely without you by my sideâŚâ you rub your hands up and down his arms as they hug you. Then you feel one of his arms part from you and hear the stove turn off; before you can ask anything else, youâre lifted and carried away toward your shared room. âZev! What- What about Dinner?â âIt can waitâŚI need to be close to you, just for a whileâŚâ The stew wasnât eaten until much laterâŚÂ
âSo beautifulâŚâ his breath is warm as he whispers the complement into your neck. Zevlorâs lips caress your tender skin as he moves to your ear. You cling to his broad shoulders tighten, and your legs squeeze his textured hips. âYouâre taking me so well. Iâm proud of you.â The moan is involuntary as you feel him push deeper, his lips catching and nipping on your ear, his sharp teeth threatening to pierce, but his tongue soothing you so softly. Moving from your ear, you almost let out a whine before he blows a teasing breath on your neck, causing you to squirm and keen at the tickleing sensation. Zevlorâs fiery eyes look down at you, and that soft smile never fails to melt your core. He leans in, lips hovering over yours, his hands softly gliding down your waist, âI love youâŚâ The vow is then sealed with a kiss.Â
Wyll
Wyll hadnât thought of you as touched starved until you had to tell him flat-out. To his credit, you didnât make it easy for him to figure out. When Wyll thinks of the term touched starved, he thinks of someone like him. Someone always willing to give out a hug or a friendly pat on the back; if youâre touched starved and in the proximity of Wyll, you were not touched starved for long. Hells, Wyll would risk the burns of hugging Karlach if she so requested. You, on the other hand, would never seem to be receptive to his friendly gestures, having grown up in a home with little affection and living on the brutal road for a while with a pleasant touch would always be a shock to your system. Especially from Wyll, it was like lightning shooting through your body with a new surge of energy you didnât know what to do with, so you would tense up. After feeling you clamp up, Wyll simply thought you didnât like to be touched, so ever the gentleman, he stopped. But that only made you begin to grave himâŚFinally, after days of seeing him touch and hug your other friends, you felt yourself going to pop. In a spur of the moment, you walked into his tent, staring at his confused features; timidness threatened to take you over, so with shaking limbs, you held your arms open with a shaky beg of âPleaseâŚâ Wyllâs smile would grow so wide as he embraced you. âI thought you didnât like to be touched?â âIâŚI like it when you do itâŚI crave your embraceâŚâ Wyll will never make you ask please for a hug againâŚbut other things, he mightâŚÂ   Â
You couldnât explain exactly why you love it so much, but you find youâre running your hands up and down Wylls strong back every time you get the chance. Maybe it was from seeing all its glory when he returned from the river or in the early mornings when he woke up for training. Thereâs just something about his broad shoulders that lean down to his narrow waist that makes your hands twitch to touch him. Wyll, of course, isnât oblivious to how you take him in; that might be why he walks around without a shirt more often. His favorite part about liking his back is when you rest your head between his shoulder blades and hold onto him tightly. It never fails to put a smile on both your faces. Â
Between the two of you, youâre the one who is always slow to wake. On a typical day, you usually wake up to an empty left side of the bed, but this morning is different. You wake up to your body being held by what looks like a sleeping Wyll. Your first instinct is to worry and check him for a fever, but you find that he feels normal, and when he wakes, he greets you with a lazy smirk. âAre you okay, Wyll? Youâre usually up by now?â Wyll hums softly as his eyes lazily roam over your form, âI woke up earlier but found that I couldnât part from youâŚâ His sweet words always make you blush, and you go to say you're sorry out of habit, but youâre silenced by him gently stroking your cheek. âWell, How about I make breakfast for us? We could eat together.â As you rise, you are quickly grabbed and trapped within his arms, his lips attacking your neck in a plethora of kisses, making you giggle. âYouâre not going anywhereâŚI am not done with you yetâŚâ  Â
Itâs always so slow, his hands sliding up and down your spread legs while your sex grows more and more aroused. One part of you wants to beg him to stop teasing you, but you both know that the loving pass of his hands on your skin is what you crave. Wyll keeps his eyes on yours as his lips press against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. The attention he gives you makes your mind hazy and your sex quiver in a way that only he causes. A moment of weakness causes you to moan his name. He will look down at your flushed face and smile against your skin before finally sliding his tongue on the spot you need him the most.Â
Rolan
Rolan is very familiar with the term being touched starved, and from being accused of it by Cal and Lia relentlessly, he was aware of the traits. Not that he thought he ever showed these. Then came you, and it was the end of him being touched starved. Rolan, at first, didnât understand why every time you were near, your hand would absentmindedly rub in between his shoulder blades or how when you would go out to the tavern, you would sit so close to him, and it wasnât as if you were unaware of this. No, from how you would look at his curious gaze with a smirk and a sparkle in your eyes, he knew you were messing with him. Though despite thisâŚyou two kept hanging out. If anyone would ask you if you longed for touch, you would say you only wanted Rolans and you had no shame about it; you just wished one day he would indicate the touch for once. Finally, one night, Rolan invited you to the tower to do some reading, something you could do at home, but you wouldnât dream of passing up a moment to be around him. You two had found yourselves on the chaste, sitting very closely, exchanging blushing looks over the edges of your books, and with every passing page, you two would find yourselves inching closer and closer. Then, as your thighs are pressed together, you feel a warmth wrapping around your ankle. Looking down, you see his tail wrapped around you loosely, unsurely. Rolan had finally taken the initiative, and you were beaming. âIf it bothers you, I can-â But before he could finish his sentence, you wrapped his arm around you as you curled into him more. You could hear the rapid rushing of his heart, and you could feel how it matched your own. âIt doesnât bother me; Iâve just been wondering whatâs been taking you so longâŚâ The teasing only rewards you with a tighter hold.Â
You find every part of Rolan to be utterly perfect, from his beautiful horns to his freckled cheeks to his toes. But the one part of him you constantly find yourself playing with is his tail, swaying and twitching like it has a mind of its own. You love to sneak behind him and run your fingers over the ridged base. The shiver and low growl he gives out every time makes you want to tease and touch him more, your hands becoming clammy for it. Today, youâre reading and mindlessly playing with the sharp tip till, finally, heâs curling the tail around your forearm and pulling you closer for a hungry kiss. He says he is being driven mad by your relentless teasing; you can only smile back before whispering, âThen you shouldnât keep rewarding meâŚâÂ
Rolan tries not to let his neediness get the better of himâŚbut some days, he canât resist your pull on him. Every time he saw you today, his hands roamed over every curve, his nose in the crook of your neck, and he muttered things you couldnât catch. The attention was well received as you loved his every touch, but when you parted from him to wash up for the night, the look on his face was utter devastation. âI will be quick, then all night I am yours.â Rolan tsked as he let you go, sitting down in his chair where he would wait for your return. You tried your best to hurry into the bath but were not quick enough. As you wet your hair to be ready for washing, you heard the door open and were greeted by the magnificent sight of Rolan in a small cloth wrapped around his waist. He motions for you to make room. He removes his towel and joins you in the bath. You are happy but utterly confused, and Rolan is quick to defend his actions as he gathers soap into his palm, âYou took too long, so now I am here to help; now turn so I can wash your hair.â Without any protest, you turn and relish in the feeling of his clawed hands, washing and lathering the soap in your hair, taking the time to scratch your scalp as he cleans you gently. Maybe you should have him wash your hair every time? If you asked, Rolan would be happy, too. Â
It started as a pleasant surprise; while you two were working at Sundries, his tail kept brushing against your butt, and when you two would be out of view from prying eyes, his hand would gently caress your ass. These are simple hints of his wants; you are always eager for his touch. Now here you are, pressed against the back wall with Rolan's needy hands grabbing tight handfuls of your butt. Pants are quickly discarded, and he gives you a quick slap to the soft exposed flesh for being such a naughty distraction. You keen and arch, grinding your ass against his burning erection. A deep moan when his nails dig into your flesh as he starts to rut into you deeply. Panting breaths, intertwined limbs, sweaty bodies desperately rocking against each other. Itâs the night you learned that the Great Master Rolan is an ass man. Â
GaleÂ
You never thought of yourself as touched starved; sure, you had points when you thought of being held or holding someone, but it was never something you would say you were starving for; well, that was until Gale. It was an accident when it happened; you two had offered to go to the morning market to gather supplies for dinner. The morning market was incredibly crowded, and you two kept getting separated. Gale, always the quick thinker, came up with the best solution. As he walked in front of you like a shield, he grabbed your hand and led you through. The gesture immediately stirred something within you, and as you walked hand in hand, looking at the back of him, you found yourself tightening your grip. During the rest of your time at the market, you two held each otherâs hands. It wasnât until you two returned to camp that you realized you held hands the whole way back. After that day, you reached out for his hand more often. Gale, of course, didnât seem to mind. He liked the extra company, but getting you to let go so he could cut vegetables was challenging. After a while, you will find yourself craving more touches from Gale. So late one night, you crawled into his tent; when you woke him, he was initially surprised, asking you what you needed. âIâŚI think Iâm touched starvedâŚcouldâŚyou hold me for a bit?â Galeâs heart nearly burst out of his chest, but he eagerly invites you into his arms, delighted to share in cuddles and maybe a few kisses.   Â
It should be no surprise your favorite place to touch Gale is his hands. They are perfectly soft and fit perfectly within yours. You find that your hands are interlocked together if youâre by him. Gale finds your need to hold him in some way lovely and ultimately endearing. Galeâs favorite times when you hold his hands is when you are fast asleep curled up with him in his bedroll, your hands interlaced with his. He doesnât dare move them because he knows you will only start seeking them again in your sleep.  Â
Youâre used to holding Galeâs hand, but on days heâs feeling needy, you find that his hands tend to roam. Today had been one of those days; his hands had started lazily, moving up and down your arms, gently grazing you all morning so tenderly. By the afternoon, his hands had found their way to run up and down your back, moving so slowly to send shivers through your body successfully. Then, in the Evening, they moved to trace your sides as his lips caressed the sensitive skin of your neck. Finally, you asked if he was well, his lips smiling against your skin. âPerfectly fineâŚjust being needy for youâŚdoes it bother you?â you feel your skin flush, and your lips curl to an excited smile. âNo, I like the attention from youâŚâ Gale is always ready to shower you with attention; you just need to askâŚÂ  Â
The man didnât lie when he told you he had a practiced tongue, and tonight, you are finding that out firsthand. You felt needy when you crawled into his tent; it was late, and he was surprisingly awake. At first, it was innocent, simple hand holding a kiss or two like other nights before to satisfy your need, but tonight, youâre finding your aching for more, and Gale knows this. All you need to do is askâŚYour hands grip tightly to the blankets as his tongue works against you. Gales focuses as his hands grip your thighs, and he sucks and licks more. Heâs desperate to taste your release all over his tongue, and with him always being so good to you, who are you to deny him?Â
Astarion
With all he had been through, the feeling of being touched had become unstimulating. Astartion had felt every kind of touch possible. Well, at least thatâs what he thought, until you. The energy between you two had been electric from the first moment; you were brilliant, and his usual charms didnât make you bend like they did others. In fact, for all his teasing, you would give back your own. It was like a game between you two, and it only made you crave each other more. Then it hit its peakâŚYou were admittedly getting lost in his words as he spoke to you, but it was different; it was genuine, and you had never felt so close to others. So when you gently brushed back his hair as he talked, you both found yourself looking at each other in surprise. Your weakness shocked you, and Astarion was surprised by someone touching him so gently, as if he were made of glass. Going to take back your hand, itâs quickly caught by his, and gentle lips pressing to your palm sets your skin ablaze. The kiss was as soft as your touch, but Astarion can never pass up an opportunity⌠âCouldnât help yourself anymore, hm?â You would accept defeat this onceâŚ
Astarion has never been a fan of cuddlingâŚwell, not until he met you. And what did you do to make him change his mind on the slow and intimate activity? Astarion loves the way your fingers brush slowly and carefully through his hair. He finds he has gradually become needy for that soft, gentle touch. On the other hand, you love the feeling of his soft locks slipping through your fingers; actually, there are many things you can adore about Astarion; you find the soft touch of brushing through his hair always seems to relax you. You could spend all night with him in your arms like thisâŚand you do.Â
You didnât know if it was your imagination, but Astarion seemed grumpy today. You had tried to joke around with him and even participate in some teasing and flirting, but he wasnât receptive. Thinking it best to just drop it, you left him alone for the rest of the day, going about your usual task. Then Evening rolled around; you were getting ready for bed when you heard a throat clearing outside your tent. Poking your head out, you saw Astarion lookingâŚbashful? âDo you mindâŚif I slept hereâŚwith youâŚIâveâŚbeen feeling offâŚâ One part of you wanted him to explain; he had ignored you, and now he wants to sleep in your tent with you? And wait, elves donât sleep? But something about the look in his red eyesâŚhe seemedâŚlonelyâŚGently, you reach your hand out to grab the sleeve of his shirt and pull him in softly. The rest of the night was spent with you sleeping with your head in his lap as he read to your sleeping form. Being around you made him feel so much better; it was as he thoughtâŚhe was starting to rely on you, and for once, the thought of depending on another didnât scare him.Â
Sometimes, you can not decide who is needer between the two of you. Of course, you two tease each other about it, but Astarion is always the better tease. Youâre rolling your eyes in both pleasure and annoyance as he moves his tongue across your chest, your nipples peaked and sensitive to every feathery touch. You try to keep your moans in, but itâs useless; âYou make such pretty sounds, darling, keep it up.â His cold hands move between caressing your chest and your skin to find your sensitive nipples. Red eyes look up at you, filled with mischief. Is he satisfied with just a taste? Or will he biteâŚ
#bg3#bg3 fanfic#bg3 fanfiction#bg3 headcannons#bg3 headcanons#bg3 smut#bg3 fluff#baldur's gate fic#baldur's gate 3 smut#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3 x reader#baldurs gate 3#baldursgate#bg3 x tav#bg3 x reader#bg3 x you#bg3 wyll#bg3 gale#bg3 astarion#bg3 halsin#bg3 rolan#bg3 zevlor#zevlor x reader#halsin x reader#rolan x reader#astarion x reader#gale x reader#wyll x reader#zevlor#astarion
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playing bg3 and uhmmm. zevlor
âNOTICE: this user has NOT completed the game. do NOT spoil this for them â
#i am going to grab him. if larian would Let me#im not asking for a lot i don't think. i don't need a full romance. just a kiss. a one night stand. physical contact that isn't fighting.#baldur's gate 3#zevlor#bg3#bg3 zevlor#(note: i haven't played past act one so pls don't talk at me abt anything past that!!)
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âYou were a friend when we needed it, and we wonât forget that. Should you ever need it, you have family in Baldurâs Gate.â - Zevlor
#bg3#bg3 tav#bg3 durge#bg3 rolan#bg3 zevlor#dammon#alfira#lakrissa#bg3 lia#bg3 cal#bg3 mol#arabella#mirkon#bg3 mattis#funny that zevlor says tieflings are raised to fear drow#then one becomes your greatest friend and ally#tiefling drow solidarity#yes this is my durge and yes alfira is here I do what I want#do you guys ever think about how durge probably hasnât felt real love in the longest time or ever even#how their life has been nothing but bloodshed and horror#and now they have people who would protect them and trust with their lives#cause I think about it all the time#anyways I love the tieflings Iâd kill anyone for them#will never experience minthara cause I can never harm them in the grove#baldur's gate 3
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#only wanted dto draw them in the uniform thats it#artists on tumblr#bg3#bg3 rolan#zevlor#bg3 zevlor#baldurs gate 3#dnd#dungeons and dragons#tiefling
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