#bg3 Atavia Tav

[agent-oo-z]

Alright gaymers time for more BG3 companion headcanons! This time featuring my beloved Atavia!

Potential spoilers below, you’ve been warned!

Still no Minthara, I failed to rescue her during Atavia’s run

Halsin

Ultimate nature nerd buddies. Atavia and Halsin love just going full autism mode and discussing the nuances of plant identification/creature behavior/etc for hours on end.

Once Atavia and Halsin become a “thing” they are almost annoyingly in love. Constant pet names, lots of physical contact, getting distracted by each other. Astarion teases them about it relentlessly, not out of jealousy though. He’s not immune to envy but he trusts his partners to be open and honest and does his best to do the same.

Halsin and Astarion are less stereotypically lovey dovey with each other but only because Astarion shows his love by being a menace. He teases and makes jokes and gets all sarcastic. Halsin usually responds with sincerity, not because he doesn’t get it but because he enjoys the challenge of getting Astarion flustered. It doesn’t take long for the pair to develop a sixth sense about what’s going too far.

Astarion

Turns out having two(eventually three!) people who are willing to dedicate themselves to you heart and soul can be overwhelming, even when you want it more than anything. Astarion develops a “non sexual safe word” for moments when he needs to be left alone/given space. He usually only needs a moment to recenter.

Astarion ends up working with the society of brilliance and the Gur to study vampirism and search for a cure. Some of the spawn in the underdark volunteer to help test theories and potential cures. This involves everything from finding out what types of fabric/materials can be used to prevent sunlight from damaging their skin to studying potential non blood food sources. Astarion mostly works with his partners to search for artifacts like sunwalker rings and magical/alchemical cures.

Astarion is good with kids. Once he has time to rest and begin healing from his two centuries of trauma he finds that children don’t annoy/upset him as much anymore. Yenna lives with Halsin at moonrise and is especially fond of him, the pair often play together when he’s visiting.

Gale

Quickest way to his heart is to compliment his cooking. And not just “wow this is good!” compliments. The type that shows you actually noticed things like the unique seasonings or the plating.

Because he doesn’t divulge much about his personal life to his students and fellow professors he accidentally ends up the center of a minor scandal. Astarion makes a surprise appearance on campus during a stormy day to deliver Gale’s lunch(which he left at home) and kisses him in front of his morning class. Atavia had done the same on multiple occasions but was out of town at the time, so the students thought Gale was having an affair. Eventually another professor confronted Gale when Atavia surprised him at work(she had gotten home from her trip early) and Tavi just burst out laughing while Gale desperately tried to explain the situation. The next day Astarion and Tavi deliver his lunch together to put the rumors to bed.

Gale develops a whole host of modified and new spells after becoming a professor. This includes spells that allow for the indefinite storage and preservation of food(including blood), spells that allow individuals with sunlight sensitivity to go outside for up to 4 hours at a time during the day, and enchantments that can be applied to collars and armor that allow animals to speak with people. He also publishes certain spells anonymously, not exactly out of embarrassment but because he’s uncertain how it might impact his career. Basically all of them are modified spells for sexual encounters.

Wyll

After deciding to break his pact with Mizora, Wyll procures the prosthetic eye Volo has. He continues to use the sending stone eye up until he and Karlach enter the hells after the death of the netherbrain. Given he is no longer working for the cambion he “swaps” eyes and tosses the sending stone eye as far as he can.

He waits to propose to Karlach until about a month after her engine is stabilized. They’d been dating for a while at that point, but he didn’t want her to feel like she had to agree because he had helped with her engine. He also wanted time to prepare a proper elaborate fancy proposal because she deserves it. She says yes before he can even finish asking, he’s not even fully on one knee before she practically throws herself at him in a massive embrace.

When Tavi complements his skills as a ranger at the reunion party he almost explodes with joy. She’s one of the best ranger he’s worked with(the other being THE Minsc) so it truly means a lot.

Karlach

One of the few people that Tavi isn’t romantically involved with who is allowed to be super physical with her. Tavi isn’t opposed to friendly hugs and the like, but doesn’t do well with extended touch from those she’s not with. Karlach is just such a giant cuddly teddy bear that somehow Tavi doesn’t mind. She doesn’t even fully understand it herself. If Halsin or Astarion weren’t wrapped around her at camp it was Karlach in their place.

Once she’s able to permanently return to the material plane, Karlach becomes a legendary hero in her own right. She often joins her former companions when they go out on grand quests.

Karlach is called “Auntie Karlach” by the various offspring of the Tavi-cule. She’s the favorite of all the companions when it comes to baby sitting(at least for the children.) She loves kids of all ages, but especially enjoys spending time with those between the approximate ages of 7 to 10.

Lae’zel

Lae’zel eventually introduces her companions to Xan, the hatchling rescued from the crèche in the ruined monastery. Xan is just as fascinated by the material plane as his adopted mother was, and is delighted to interact with Tavi’s familiars and companion animals.

After the defeat of Vlaakith Lae’zel and Xan move in with Shadowheart. It was originally supposed to be just until Lae’zel could find her own place but turns out Shadowheart and Lae’zel are in fact very much in love still. Xan now has two moms.

Tavi helps Lae’zel learn about the courting practices of the sword coast so she can make her intentions clear to Shadowheart(and not at all because Lae’zel doesn’t want to fight her because the idea of causing her harm is deeply distressing) Lae’zel and Shadowheart do end up romantically sparring eventually, but it’s far less intense than standard Gith fighting.

Shadowheart

Before Lae’zel moves in, Shadowheart is a bit of a hermit. She makes time to visit her companions but otherwise spends her days tending to her animals and her gardens in relative solitude.

During her first visit to Waterdeep she joins the Tavi-cule for dinner. She ends up staying over because of how late into the night the conversation goes. The next morning she learns about Gale’s Modified Silence spell when joking that based on how disheveled Tavi looks she’s surprised she didn’t hear them. She asks Gale to make her some scrolls to take home, and encourages him to consider publishing them under a pseudonym.

Shadowheart and Astarion love to gossip. During the absolute adventure they would sneak away and chat in elvish to avoid being heard, and post adventure they keep up a correspondence. When they get together in person they can spend hours talking about the latest gossip while enjoying some good wine and snacks.

Jaheira

When Atavia is pregnant with her first child, Jaheira visits to give her advice and guidance. Most of it consists of “here’s how to not kill a baby” and “here are safe ways to manage your symptoms during and after pregnancy”. She helps Atavia and her partners set up a nursery in Gale’s tower because Tavi is worried about it looking nice while still being safe. She serves as a sort of safety auditor. Jaheira is also the “god mother” of all of the Tavi-cule children. She accepts on the condition she is never called anything like “granny.”

Jaheira often joins Tavi and Astarion(and whoever else is with them) when they go out searching for artifacts. She’s with them when they get their hands on a real sunwalker ring, the first time they find evidence of a cure for vampirism, and when they finally get their hands on the last thing needed for said cure. They start to jokingly call her a good luck charm.

She continues to work with the Harpers on and off. Geraldus is one of the few Harpers she genuinely enjoys working with and the two become good friends over time.

Minsc

Minsc is eventually able to communicate half decent information about the vampire cures Boo supposedly knows of. It’s one of those cures in particular that the Tavi-cule is able to find evidence of and actually create. And it works! Astarion complains about being indebted to a hamster, but privately thanks Minsc and Boo. Tavi is beside herself with pride for managing to pull it off despite the language barrier.

Minsc will randomly appear on the doorsteps of the various party members with no warning. He usually only stays for a day and rarely spends the night, but he always comes with unbelievable tales of his most recents adventures. He always makes an effort to visit after any of the party members have major life events to offer his support/congratulations/etc.

Atavia keeps a stash of Boo’s favorite treats on her person at all times. You never know when you’ll run into Minsc and she never wants to be caught unprepared.

BONUS: The Creatures

Scratch

Scratch goes to live with Alfira and Larkissa after the death of the netherbrain. Atavia makes an effort to stop by and say hello whenever she’s visiting the gate.

Owlbear Cub

Once the owlbear cub moves to the grove Atavia makes sure to bring some fancy smoked meats when she and Astarion visit to spend time with Halsin. She loves to curl up and nap with him under the sun.

Us

Taking the form of a cat in the eyes of all but the former adventuring party and their loved ones, Us ends up living at Gale’s tower. Tara and Morena eventually allow it to join their tea parties. It doesn’t drink any tea of course.

[agent-oo-z]

My beloveds🖤

Aliah(they/them)! They need to have a proper run, I had no clue what I was doing the first time I played and it shows. Still love my OG Tav so much

Arista(she/they)!My first(and so far only) Durge. She’s such a tortured soul, poor dear

Atavia(she/her)!!!! I love my bby gorl so much she has her own fic and everything

Ayban(they/them)! I’ve just barely started their run but it’s been so much fun already. Ayban is also my first run where I’m leaning more into the whole “I’m not gonna refuse to help these strangers but I am gonna be gruff and a bit of an ass about it” and it’s fun and new for me. Ayban also has to deal with the whole Half Orc prejudice stuff so there’s a whole bunch of new moments to experience

Tav Question

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[littlemourningstarr]

Pampered

If the only way for Atavia to accept her husbands' pampering and spoiling of her is to give her so much pleasure her mind completely shuts down- well, Astarion and Gale are up for that challenge.

Kinktober 2024, Day 24: "Overstimulation"

Read below or on AO3!

Pairing: Astarion x Gale x Female Tav

Featuring a special guest! @agent-oo-z was kind enough to lend me their tav, Atavia, for today's prompt! You can read about Atavia in their fic, "So Full of Love I Could Barely Eat".

Tags: Threesome - F/M/M, overstimulation, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, kinktober, kinktober 2024

Atavia smiled against Gale’s kiss, the wizard’s hands on the swell of her hips, anchoring her down as the back of her legs bumped into the bed. Astarion, behind her, had already crawled onto it, was on his knees, fingers carding through her dark hair, nails delightfully scratching gently against her scalp.

Having both her husbands’ attention on her had her stomach in knots, a heat radiating from her core. But oh, the need to touch them back was innate. She wriggled in their hold, tried to break from Gale’s mouth, intent on getting her mouth on his neck, kissing where the tendrils of the orb used to lace his skin. But the wizard was firm, refusing to let her pull off, nipping at her lip like Astarion would, as the vampire moved his hands from her hair, encircled her waist and began toying with the buttons on her pants.

“Wait,” she managed, Gale finally giving her a moment to breathe. But the wizard was at her throat, as Astarion got her pants open.

“Why?” the vampire asked, his chilled breath right on her ear. She shivered, as his fingertips pressed low on her belly, dipped just below her underwear. “So you can move the attention to one of us?” His grip around her was iron, so when she tried to tip to the side, so that Gale could kiss Astarion as the wizard had just kissed her, she was unable to.

“Absolutely not happening,” Gale reasoned, one of his hands moving up between them, cupping her breast through her clothing. She arched slightly, pushing into his hand, her mind running in separate directions with each of them, at the same time attempting to reason as to why the pleasure should be shifted to one of them first- because it was right, because they deserved it, because she loved them-

In the end, it left her mind a screaming tumult of thoughts, that all seemed to silence, for just a moment, when Astarion’s hand slid lower, sliding over her clit, along her lips, and then back to tease slowly. She gave a little moan, and Gale was back at her mouth, pecking it affectionately now.

“You can turn that pretty little brain off,” Astarion murmured, fingers moving as if he had touched her for centuries, as if they had known each other since time began. “You’re with us, you’re safe.”

It wasn’t a matter of safety. She trusted Gale and Astarion, implicitly- but they deserved each other, deserved to feel good, deserved to be revered and worshiped-

“You deserve to be pampered,” Gale whispered, “and whatever else are we for, as your husbands? Let us take care of you.” He paused, catching her dark eyes. “We want to.”

They were for many things, none of which were tied to their pleasing her. She was about to say as much when Astarion added, “he’s making a point, my sweet. Don’t think quite so literally.”

Easy for him to say. Still, before Atavia could find the words to argue, Astarion was pulling his hand from her pants, and both men were eagerly undressing her. It was a tangle of Astarion’s mouth on hers, as Gale eased her clothing down her thighs, hands ghosting along the curves of her legs- and then Gale, eagerly kissing her again, as Astarion guided her shirt over each arm-

Both only pulling back to remove it over her head and leave it discarded on the bedroom floor. Then Astarion was hauling her back onto the bed, laying her out in the plush pillows as Gale climbed onto the bed, spreading her thighs. She opened her mouth again to advise they didn’t need to do this- and then Astarion was kissing her, silencing the words as Gale laid out between her thighs, didn’t waste any time before he dragged his tongue up along her slit.

She dug her shoulder blades back into the bed, gasping- and Astarion pulled back, stroked some of her hair back. “There, there darling girl, you’re alright. You’re with us.” He pecked her cheek, an overly affectionate touch. “And we want you, my love. We want you to feel good. It brings us joy.”

As if in response, Gale groaned into her, tongue moving slowly to savor her taste. Atavia tipped her head back a bit, trying to take Astarion’s advice and let her mind shut off. It was hard, a damn near impossible task- but focusing on Gale’s tongue, and the way it would circle her clit once, twice, three times, before dragging down the length of her, eager to get at her entrance and lap up as much of her excitement as he could- well, it helped.

She let her eyes fall shut, felt Astarion peppering kisses down her neck, over her collarbone- and then along the swell of her breast. He closed his mouth around one nipple, teasing it to hardness with the points of his fangs, his tongue, as his other hand cupped her other breast, kneaded the soft skin and rolled her nipple between his fingers.

She could feel tension, a tightness, beginning to build in her belly and back, spreading from between her thighs. Her breathing hitched- then caught completely when Gale moved back to her clit, as he eased a finger into her. She squirmed, could feel Astarion’s teeth and mouth threatening to leave little bruises along her breast as he moved from her nipple, content to mark her up as if she was his-

No, theirs. Both of theirs.

The vampire held her in place, even as she squirmed, bucked slightly, Gale thrusting his finger slowly, just enough to make her nerves begin to awaken, as he focused on her clit. She was panting, eyes squeezed shut when her orgasm hit- giving a wordless cry, pushing her cunt up against Gale’s mouth. “That’s it,” Astarion whispered into her skin, reaching a hand down to tangle in Gale’s hair, holding his head in place as the wizard’s tongue worked her through the first orgasm.

Only when she began to squirm, overly sensitive, did Astarion move to pull Gale’s head up, straightening up himself. He all but hauled the wizard up to his knees, mumbling give me a taste, as he sought out his mouth, kissed him voraciously. Gale grasped at Astarion’s biceps, and Atavia watched through heavy lidded eyes and dark lashes as Astarion sampled her cunt directly from Gale’s lips.

“Delicious as you are,” he whispered to Gale, “I need to taste her for myself.”

Before Atavia could even properly prop herself up on an elbow, Astarion was taking up the space between her thighs, wasting no time pushing his tongue directly into her. She cried out, trembling, as Gale braced a hand on her back, helping to steady her so she could watch as Astarion eagerly took his taste.

“Look how much he adores you,” Gale whispered, before his other hand gripped her chin, carefully turning her to face him so he could kiss her slowly. She could taste herself on his lips- it made her hips buck, had Astarion groaning over her response, his nails dimpling in the soft skin of her thighs.

Gale reached down, cupped one of her breasts, thumb rubbing along an overly sensitive, nearly sore nipple. She whined, and Gale pulled back enough to study the flush on her face. “Astarion left you nearly bruised,” he mumbled, and the vampire finally lifted his head.

“Nearly being the magic word there, loves.” Atavia whimpered over the implication- because Astarion never left her nearly bruised for long. Were it up to him, she’d be sprouting lilacs and buttercups along her skin like a wildflower garden. And oh, Gale could act shocked, but he’d add to them, much to her sheer adoration.

Astarion bowed his head back down, this time his tongue moving to circle her clit. Atavia bit at her lip, groaning, one hand fisting in Gale’s shirt, head feeling fuzzy, still so sensitive from her first orgasm.

Gale continued to toy with her nipple, until it was so taut it ached, and still he teased, causing her to pant again. She felt a trickle of sweat, down along her spine- could feel it against her scalp, her body all buzzing, swarming with bursts of fireflies. So many nerves were alive.

Astarion pushed her thighs wider apart, and Gale leaned into her ear, breathing out “come for him,” and she was gone for a second time, this orgasm clutching at her spine before she could even register it was happening. Astarion moaned wantonly into her, before he pulled away, just long enough to climb up to his knees, nimble fingers working at his pants.

“Atavia, darling, my love,” the vampire whispered, encouraging her to drag her stare to him. She felt so light, her body almost floating. “I’m going to fuck you now, and I need you to hold onto our Gale and come for us again. Can you do that, love?”

Atavia worried her lip, as Gale gathered her into his arms, holding her to his chest, as Astarion hiked one of her legs up over his hip. Gale kissed her hair, a dichotomy of tender and feral, as Astarion’s touches, while eager, were just as affectionate- but still a grounding presence, as her head swam and swam and swam.

Astarion took himself in hand, gave his cock a single stroke- and idly, somewhere in her mind, which had gone quiet in a way she had forgotten it could, Atavia marveled that touching her could make him so hard, so wanton. She hadn’t even touched him, after all.

Before she could feel a guilt over that, Astarion eased into her, shut even those thoughts out, his cock stretching her so pleasantly. She turned, buried her face into Gale’s still clothed chest, her husband holding her tightly as she sobbed out a moan, one of Astarion’s hands pressing to her pelvis, thumb rolling over her clit. The bud was so hard it nearly hurt, so hypersensitive.

“Astarion,” she breathed, “gods, I don’t think I can come again yet.”

“I think you can,” he countered, circling her clit. “In fact, I know you can.” He pressed a bit harder, his thrusts pushing his cock along the sweet spot inside her, having her see stars behind her eyes.

When she tipped her head back, Gale was back at her neck, teeth grazing along her pulse, before his lips closed over skin, sucked in a way that burned, would leave a bruise- but coupled so sweetly with the euphoria she was feeling, radiating from her cunt.

“Gods, she just went so tight,” Astarion panted, “Gale, her breasts- I left them tender for you love.”

Gale listened, pulling from her neck and easing Atavia back to her back, cupping both breasts and squeezing, thumb flicking along her nipples. Gods they ached, had her squirming, mind nearly numb. It was so much- and then Gale took one into his mouth, pinched it with his teeth, and she was howling her pleasure, arching her back, another orgasm taking her, leaving her body clenching around Astarion as if she wanted to devour him into her bones.

“Fucking- hells,” the vampire gasped, his thrusts stuttering, Atavia’s body refusing to let him move properly. Still he circled her clit, let his head drop back as he found release in the way her body tried to milk him. Vaguely, as if she was drifting within another realm, Atavia was aware of the heat, spreading throughout her cunt.

Astarion pulled from her, but she swore she barely felt it. So much sensation left her nearly numb- so much so that she couldn’t protest as Gale guided her to roll over, onto her belly. She could hear them shuffling, and then hands, sliding over the swell of her ass, guiding her to raise it up until she had her knees digging into the bed.

And- gods below, that was Gale, easing into her now. She cried out, trembling down to her toes, nerves screeching at her like sirens, wailing in the sea. “It’s too much,” she managed, even as Astarion was there as she turned her head, kissed one of her cheeks that had grown wet. Gods, she was crying. When had the tears started? When had her body given up full control and simply let her feel all of these sensations?

“It’s not,” he soothed, “darling it’s not even enough. You deserve so much pleasure that you forget your very name- but never ours.” She felt Gale’s hand slide around her hip, as he bent over her, keeping a steady rhythm as he brushed his fingers over her clit.

The single touch was enough to make her scream. Every single thought except to breathe turned off, and the world was nothing but Gale’s cock, stroking the nerves inside her- Astarion’s hands, sliding through her hair, along her back, his little honeyed whispers into her ear.

She wasn’t even sure if she came again, or if she had ever stopped. The world whited out behind her lids, the room seeming to echo, the voices distant but warm, until she was stretched out between her husbands, Gale pressed along her back, the heat from his chest and belly soothing her. Astarion was pressed to her chest, legs tangled with hers, stroking his chilled fingertips along her jaw, her neck, into her hair- even tracing the lengths of her ears.

She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat felt raw. She wasn’t sure the last time she had called out to them so loudly- gods, she had screamed, hadn’t she? All of Waterdeep must have heard her…

“Just close those lovely eyes,” Gale soothed, his hand splaying on her belly, tracing along her navel. “When you’re back in your right mind, you can listen to us remind you again that you more than deserved that. That we want nothing more than to please you.”

“Gale does have a point- don’t tune him out… this time.” The wizard scoffed, the two playfully bickering as they held her- and Atavia let them. She might disagree with them once her nerves finally calmed down, once she could properly string together a thought- but for once, for just one glorious moment, her mind wasn’t able to grasp at the reasons why she shouldn’t have let them care for her, like this. Pamper her. Spoil her.

[agent-oo-z]

Ok more Tad-fools and Tavi-cule thoughts

Yada yada spoilers potential blah blah you know the drill

Atavia loves all her companions on a soul deep level. Maybe not all romantically and/or sexually but her platonic and familial love is just as intense and all encompassing. Everyone stays in touch in no small part because Tavi is always on top of who’s where and what they’re doing. She’s always down to lend a hand if need be. Animal sitting, baby sitting, house sitting, sure of course. But also! Need help on a quest? Want backup for a fancy schmancy political event? Need someone to do some sneakin and spyin? She’s your gal! Maybe not quite a grand hero adventurer any more but she’s certainly not “retired”

But that got me thinking about the others. How they interact with each other with or without Atavia being involved. So here we are! This post is about Astarion and the others.

Shadowheart

Astarion and Shadowheart continue their “tea time” (cough wine cough) gossip get togethers of course. But they also just enjoy spending time together. Whenever Shadowheart is in town form Sèlunite things they make sure to have a night out on the town together.

When Astarion is eventually cured of vampirism, Shadowheart helps teach him how to swim. She’s on the “help Astarion adjust to being not un-dead anymore” committee and helps him go through various foods to make sure he doesn’t have any allergies.

When something pisses Astarion off like. A WHOLE LOT. He writes to Shadowheart about it and then they meet up so he can get full on angry screaming ranty. His partners all struggle when he’s upset like that because they want to fix the reason he’s upset, but sometimes that’s just not an option. So Shadowheart steps in to be there for him while he just gets the anger and frustration out of his system. She’ll also call him out if he’s being the unreasonable one.

Lae’zel

As another part of the “help Astarion adjust to being not un-dead anymore” committee, Lae’zel’s main job is helping him get used to fighting again. His senses are all different, his body far more vulnerable to damage, etc. so she spars with him while he gets used to being alive again.

He also uses her for stealth practice. He’s abysmal at sneaking up on her for the first month or so but every time he fails she tells him exactly what gave him away. It’s very helpful.

When Lae’zel is working on adjusting to living in Faerun, Astarion helps her bridge the gap from “hyper practical survival focused analysis” mode to “social etiquette and interaction” mode. Because he knows how to view social interaction in the survival mode and knows how to view survival in the social interaction mode. This helps Lae’zel start to pick up on things on her own without having to be explicitly told about them.

Karlach

Once her engine is fixed all the way, Astarion helps Karlach cope with being used by Mizora and Zariel. Same with him and Wyll. They get together and talk about being used against their will by horrible beings. Astarion and Karlach talk about the physical effects of it, the lingering pains and phantom hands, the ways that having your body torn apart so often can impact you mentally. They do lots of “I’m in charge of my own body” activities together. Getting piercings, tattoos, etc.

Karlach is very physically affectionate. She’s just about the only person aside from his partners who have standing permission to just hug him and hold him and cuddle him at all times(unless he says otherwise). It also helps that he’s cool and she’s hot so they can help sort of even each other’s temperatures out through physical contact.

When Astarion starts to get twitchy because things have been “normal” for too long Karlach takes him out to a seedy bar and they indulge. Sometimes they get in fights, sometimes they just get intoxicated, they just generally fuck around for a little while. A bit of controlled chaos.

Wyll

Wyll and Astarion end up really close friends after Karlach’s engine is fixed. Astarion spends a lot of his free time studying modern law. He’s not a proper legal professional but he could be if he put his mind to it. Mostly he just uses his knowledge to help Wyll navigate high society political dealings and all that. Astarion becomes the unofficial Ravenguard legal counsel. Having an intimidating legal counsel who will take no shit on his or your own behalf proves very useful. And Wyll works with the Gur and the spawn in the underdark to help study vampirism and its potential cures/treatments. His connections and influence help them all get hold of rare materials and powerful allies.

As mentioned with Karlach they talk about the struggles of losing your bodily autonomy, especially in regard to your physical appearance, together. I personally head canon that when Astarion is “cured” he still retains a lot of the physical changes of vampirism. Sharp canines, red eyes, the bite scar, and running cooler than most. Which at first is really upsetting and frustrating for him. But talking with Wyll helps him process that looking like his “old” self would be equally weird and unfamiliar.

Astarion LOVES being invited to fancy upper class affairs. Parties, galas, dinners, all of it. Atavia doesn’t often attend(social anxiety Babey) and Gale and Halsin are both usually too busy with their own work. So Astarion and Wyll end up spending most events together just the two of them. He loves to be an absolute menace and flirt with everyone in sight. Wyll pretends to be super upset but secretly enjoys it.

[agent-oo-z]

It’s so wild having Minthara in my party now because ????? I mean firstly she just straight up kicked Halsin out of his tent. Thaniel is just chilling with morally grey drow lady while Halsin stands over by Gale’s tent just. Watching.

Also basically her entire action bar is full??????? So many things I can do?!?!?!?!?! Is this just a Minthara thing or are all paladins stacked with a million actions and bonus actions?!

But then last of is kinda the big one, she’s part of camp. This is my second Atavia play through and I’m just. Suddenly having to figure out Tavi’s dynamic with Minthara. And I think it’s weird for her because Minthara was an “enemy”, so like. Atavia has this weird sort of resentment towards her. But she is also very much a victim of the absolute? And I think Minthara saying a lot of similar things to Astarion in regards to her actions “not being her fault” has Atavia caught off guard. The question now is do I have her show up in the Tavi fic??????

[agent-oo-z]

Atavia is a ranger through and through. All of my characters have been so far, it’s my favorite class and I’m very autistic so it’s what I’m most comfortable playing. She’s a wood elf and has the urchin background.

The song I feel best encapsulates and represents her is Blackbird by The Beatles.

Atavia’s biggest theme/motif is ravens. The Raven Queen necklace being part of her gear for the rest of the game after she finds it, her respect and appreciation for death as a part of the natural cycle, the obvious “raven black hair” thing(it even has similar iridescence to raven feathers in real life under the right lighting!), the general “corvids like to steal/collect shiny things” and “corvids hold grudges and defend their family/friends/flock” thing, night time and darkness and ravens and crows being symbolic of death and that being central to her as a character, you get the idea.

But the lyrics are also pretty accurate to her. Her entire life story has been “being put in shitty situations and persevering regardless of the setbacks you experience.” She recognizes being an orphan who grew up on the streets was not great, but it doesn’t feel like some sort of massive tragedy to her. As she is loved and cared for and supported by her various companions and romantic partners she comes to realize that yeah, her early life was pretty rough. Just because it could have been worse doesn’t mean it wasn’t bad.

Atavia has her own tag, because I adore her. #bg3 Atavia Tav

I guess I’ll tag @doperel but no pressure of course

Anyways check out below the read more to see some songs I almost picked but didn’t and why!

Honestly finding a song for Atavia was strangely difficult. Because her defining characteristics and themes and motifs are all so specific, and finding something that suits her without sort of being in opposition to one or more of her “key components” was tricky.

For example:

In A Week by Hozier. The acceptance and reverence towards death, the deep love of her partners, but it’s a bit too centered on romance to work well for her without simplifying her down to ‘girlfriend who worships the Raven Queen’

Our Prayer by The Beach Boys. Simple, hauntingly beautiful, but a bit too melancholy and abstract

Like Real People Do by Hozier. Again a bit too centered on romance, but mostly it’s because Atavia doesn’t really have any dark secret past or some event she’s ashamed of.

High On A Rocky Ledge by Moondog. A song about love and devotion, about doing the impossible to show the person you care for how much they matter to you. It’s another melancholy one, which is why I didn’t pick it. Atavia’s devotion is intense and strong and firey like sunshine so it wasn’t quite right in tone. And she’s more than just how much she loves her partners.

Love Me Tender by Elvis Presley. Girl needs to be loved but can’t admit it. If her deepest secret desires were a song it would be this. But she can’t admit it for ages.

Don’t Fear The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult. Again the whole “not being afraid of death and dying” things. But that’s not really all of who she is. It’s a big part of her to be clear. But it’s not everything. This is what Atavia would use to communicate her own acceptance of her approaching death when she grew old, so that her surviving friends and family and loved ones would know she was ready for it and at peace.

In general it felt like most of these songs were either too specifically about romance and love or were too broad and abstract.

What Song?

So, a little game - what song encapsulates your Tav/Durge? Post a picture of them, their name and class and a link to the song that represents them with the reason why.

Ayressa Aedihle - Bardlock (College of Lore/The Arch Fey)

This song was a find from a few years ago, but it’s become Ayressa’s song because it’s what I imagine her voice to sound like. Haunting vocals echo through this song and while its lyrics aren’t hopeful, it does speak of a sort of eternal love.

I suppose it’s more appropriate for any iteration of Ayressa who loses Gale - either to the Orb or Sneaky!God syndrome but I still think that it has a place with Ayressa getting a happy ending.

Your turn.

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The most massive of thank yous to @quinthebard for this amazing piece of Atavia, and especially for giving me the ok to make my own version of it!!!!

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Happy one year release anniversary to Baldur’s Gate 3! This game means so much to me and has been such an inspiration. Not to mention all the amazing new friends I’ve made through this fandom!

Figured I’d share my mashed animatic screencap pieces, where I added my Tavs! Fun fact: they’re all technically wearing the same in game armor, I just got way more confident drawing its details with each subsequent piece.

First up is Arista, my Durge.

Next is Aliah.

And finally, we have Atavia!

I’m writing a fic about Atavia’s journey through the game, focusing on the relationship between Atavia and her partners(Astarion, Halsin, and after game canon eventually Gale too). It’s currently being majorly reworked tho.

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Here we go again gaymers. More writing weeeee!

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Aliah: Gave Astarion basically every piece of fancy/expensive loot they came across. This was mostly gems and bars of gold, or fancy clothes

Arista: Not specifically to get his attention, but close enough! MAJOR DURGE STORY SPOILERS YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!

Arista denied and rejected Bhaal even knowing it would kill her. She wanted to ensure her friends and her partner Astarion would never be at risk of being attacked by her should the urge overcome her. She figured her dying would be the only way to ensure that.

Atavia: Stealing from Araj. So much. Like, stealing from her as much as possible and as many times as possible. Especially stealing her potions of invisibility and giving them to Astarion like “Look babe! I stole these from that merchant we hate! Now you can go steal even more stuff from her!”

What's the most ridiculous thing your tav has done to get your romances attention?

Did it go as planned?

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Whelp. It’s official. I’m writing a proper fic about Atavia and her story. I don’t really know what else to say or how to “promote” it so I’ll just leave the link and say that I’m enjoying writing about my girl and her interactions with Astarion(canon and non canon).

In future the fic will include the canon throuple(Astarion, Atavia, and Halsin) but at the moment it’s mostly just Astarion and Atavia with background appearances by Gale and Shadowheart. I’m debating wether I’ll include the post game stuff in this fic or make a separate one but eventually the complete Tavi-Cule(Astarion, Atavia, Halsin, and Gale) will end up in a fic. Just might not be this one.

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The thing about my characters in BG3 is most of them have been body type three. I tend to prefer picking bigger feminine body types when given the chance. Aliah and Arista were both body type three. Atavia is the outlier. She’s small and short and scrawny because of her history(growing up a street orphan means you don’t get enough nourishment) and it’s weird because like. I keep forgetting she’s short. Like she goes to kiss Astarion and he has to angle his head down and I’m like “fuck she’s small that’s right”

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Just thinking about Atavia again. Standard “potential spoilers below” warning applies.

Atavia who is so convinced that she’s only worth her ability to be useful. Who would lay down her life to save just one other person in a heart beat. Who would always trade places with someone who was suffering because if she’s the one in pain it’s all ok. Not because she thinks she’s stronger or better or can handle it but because she thinks she isn’t innocent enough to matter. Her life is only well used if it’s spent saving everyone and everything she comes across who deserves it.

Atavia who meets Astarion who she silently pledges to help no matter what. She’d gladly give her life if it would guarantee his freedom and safety. He gripes and whines when they save people but she can tell he’s angry that no one saved him, it was a mere happenstance. And she blames herself for that. She should have saved him. The entire time she lived in the gate he was there, trapped and enslaved and suffering. Maybe she even met him or one of the other spawn before she went off into the wilds. So she owes him. Her life is his because(in her mind) she’s already failed and betrayed him, even unintentionally, and she has to make up for it.

So she feeds him every day. Uses the amulet she found in the grove to restore herself in the morning not because she deserves it, but because she has to be on top of her game to be a good leader and to ensure her companions don’t die as a result of her weakness. She always worries about herself last. She’ll give all her potions away while insisting she’s fine, waiting for the chance to crawl off to her own meager tent to “lick her wounds” in secret. She only even has a tent because the others questioned her about it the first night they all camped together. It’s some simple poles and an old piece of fabric she found on the road as they travelled. Her bedroll is ratty and shows evidence of years of meager mending. She doesn’t need anything more, after all. Just enough to survive. She wears threadbare practical clothes but brings him fancy and luxurious ones whenever she comes across them. Insisting she’d just ruin them if she had any of her own to wear. She eats the smallest portion at the camp meals, often giving a decent portion to Scratch and the owlbear cub.

But Astarion charms her. He praises her for the simplest things, teases and banters with her, makes her laugh and smile every chance he gets. He constantly pesters her to be more selfish. At first out of annoyance. The goody two shoes ranger is wasting precious time. But they keep gaining allies and rewards for her good deeds, and she never waivers in her commitment to aiding him in killing his master.

He starts slipping treats and trinkets into her pack and pockets. Starts insisting she rest longer and eat more and accept healing when injured. He tells her that it makes him happy(and it truly does) to “spoil” her, even tho he’s really just ensuring she receives the same level of care she shows to others. He convinces her that keeping her safe and healthy makes him stronger. Feeding from healthy stock is best after all. Her happiness is his, seeing her experience joy ‘brings his dead heart back to life’, showering her in love and affection is a reminder he’s free from Cazador. It’s all true. Even if he’s saying it to get her to prioritize her own well-being more.

After all.

What else is love, if not caring for someone else so much you desperately need them to care for themselves as much as you do?

TLDR These two idiots love each other so much. Atavia is gently picking up the pieces of his mask as it cracks and breaks and handing them back to him without comment, letting him discard them or put them back in place. Astarion is breaking the pieces off his mask and leaving them around in the hopes she might see them and take them for herself so she can be safer.

He’s only manipulating her to love herself as much as he loves her because he needs her strong and healthy to help him and not because he wants her to love him in return

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So Atavia romanced Halsin and Astarion(and I decided post game she romances Gale as well) which takes out a decent chunk of the party she’d otherwise want to hang with.

I think realistically she’d want to spend a week with Shadowheart at her homestead. Tavi loves creatures of all kinds(she’s such a stereotypical beast master ranger) and I imagine she’d have the time of her life meeting all the creatures that live with Shadowheart. She’d bring an entire stash of speak with animal potions so Shadowheart never runs out, she’d teach her how to make toys/enrichment for all her different creatures to keep them healthy and mentally engaged, full on animal nerd time

Fun Tav Ask!

Out of all of the BG3 companions, which one would your Tav want to go on a weeklong vacation with? What sort of place would they go and what sort of things would they want to do?

Tav CANNOT pick their romance partner! (Though I would be interested to hear who your Tav romanced anyways!)

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What's a fun fact about any of your OCs 👀 (a scar, an instrument they play, something they got up to in their youth, etc.?)

Oh ok this is actually like. The perfect opportunity to drop some teasers for my BG3 fic So Full Of Love I Could Barely Eat!

So my Tav, Atavia, is a weird character. She’s got a whole lot going on and while writing the fic she’s changed massively. It’s been really fun! But a lot of the “lore” I originally came up with for her no longer really works, so I’ve been kinda debating making a sort of “update” post about her. I’m gonna kinda do that with your ask(sorry lol).

As far as scars go, Atavia is covered in the tiny mostly invisible scars people tend to get from just being alive, but they’re all pretty faded from being outdoors and in the sun so much. The two most prominent scars she has are the ones on her face! The one on her left temple and the one over the right side of her mouth. These scars came from her falling out of a fruit tree while picking fruit, at the very start of her time as a ranger. She managed to make her own very basic healing salve, and while it wasn’t like a proper magic thing it worked and kept the scrapes from getting infected. She’s actually kinda proud of the scars because they’re a reminder of her first “proper” ranger moment to her.

As for musical instruments! I decided that because you have to play Art Cullagh’s lute to get him to wake up, that Atavia isn’t a proper musician but that she used to play instruments as a kid so she has enough familiarity to pull it off. She mostly played to get money/be a distraction while she was bouncing around street kid gangs, and because of that she quickly burned out on playing. I like to think post game she ends up picking up music as a hobby, and maybe Art Cullagh like. Gives her his lute in his will or something.

When she was a kid, after her parents died and while she was with the kid gangs, she would befriend rats and pigeons and things by giving them bits of whatever food she could scrounge up. Atavia always felt a kinship with animals and while she didn’t know how to communicate with them via spells yet she still enjoyed spending time with them. It’s part of what got her to leave the gate and try living in the wilds instead. Because everyone around her treated her weirdly for being kind to rats and she didn’t want to be around people like that, on top of her general discomfort with the way the kid gangs would steal from everyone and anyone.

Finally, just a little fun tidbit! Atavia has a major sweet tooth. She loves treats and pastries and candies, and when the party finally gets to the gate I fully believe she ends up befriending the chefs at the elfsong(and local bakers/candy makers) because in between dealing with the absolute she makes stops to purchase little treats for herself and the party. She’s always extremely polite, and super grateful, so the various people she’s buying from like her as a customer. Plus she’s always got the energy of a kid whose parents told them they can pick one thing to get, but it can be anything in the store, and she’s super interested in learning about all the treats and how they’re made. Then after the final battle she checks in on the shops and their owners before leaving the gate, and while some of they probably died just probability wise, most of them are ok enough. Just the fact that she checks in on “regular people” is a huge part of why she gets remembered and made into a sort of figure of legend a la “the heroes of Baldur’s Gate”

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Finally updated this to include Atavia’s braid.