#bg3 shadowheart

[alrendriablaze]

Ok there needs to be more cuddles with Shovel! This is adorable 🥺 and laughing a little at poor Astarion 🤭 Shadowheart is definitely cuddling with Scratch and Owlbear cub. Tara looks so cute as usual too 😍

sleeping arrangements (not sure tara would ever actually deign to sleep in the same 20ft radius as shovel but who can resist those big shiny insectoid black eyes 🥺)

plus:

[lilbellen]

Shart 🐺

[bareee]

HEEEEELP, What colors!!!!!??

*Read down*

This idea became more torture then expected XD how could ya do this to meh!?

But it’s too funny not to finish! AGHHH

I give up on trying to decide and am gonna make ya do it XD I know shadowheart is the black one and gale is the blue, those I have no question on. But the others…Aghhhh I can’t decided if Karlach or wyll is red, if laezel should be yellow or green, and which one should astarion pick then cause whoever loses the red war could then be pink? And astarion be green or yellow dependin on what laezel is??? Helps…. I don’t even know how to make this a votin thing ether!

Comment the choice you’d do for Yellow,green,pink,and red outta the 4 peeps left. If ya manage to see a comment that already follows what you’d do, like it and I’ll see how many times something’s mentioned/liked and go with that XD thats the best I got for helpin this. Thank ya for your support haha

Oh and don’t worry bout the white color, think Mark may covers that one haha

[dilfsinlove]

My dark urge has never done anything wrong in his life. feel free to stick your fingers through the bars- He Does NOT bite!!!

[cussundria-nerd-kneal]

I know this is more of a light heart post... but that's the thing, isn't it?

Shart deep down, knows something is deeply wrong with her situation, her life. But this is literally all she knows, so she can't formulate an opinion what WHAT is wrong. She's been "taught" to be secretive and bitchy, because that's all she knows, but deep down, this doesn't feel right. If you're nice to her, she flips so fast because being nice FEELS RIGHT. There's no niggle of doubt eating at her, it goes away for the first time, and opening up feels even more right, because that's the real person who she could have been.

A very sweet girl with good humor and lots of sass that loves sharing her experiences. A sweet woman that cares for people, no matter what they look like. An independant woman who stands up for what she believes in. THAT'S the real Shadowheart tgat the Sharran cult tried to snuff out and mold into something else.

But deep, deep down... the woman knows this isn't right. No matter how many times she's lobotomized, that woman remains, silently screaming. And that's why when Aylin starts directly challenging Shadowheart's commitment to her relion, starts challenging what she thinks is "right," Shart crumbles again. Because that voice of doubt doesn't go quiet like it did to a little bit of kindness and empathy, the screaming intensifies, but changes in pitch. It screams that SHE'S RIGHT SHE'S RIGHT SHE'S RIGHT-- and in an act that almost appears completely out of character, that woman throws the Sharran spear.

The girl this cult has tried to shape her into is horrified and bewildered at her own orthidox actions - WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DO - but that woman that could not be snuffed out is crying in victory. And Aylin could hear it, and that's why she was always gentle with Shadowheart, even in her sneering, her voice was gentle. She knew this isn't what the true individual wants, and is so proud that she listened to that inner voice at the last second.

Tav's kindness is the first domino that cracks the Sharran molding around Shadowheart, but in doing so, leds to Shart figuring out and gaining back her true independance. Shadowheart is Shar's weakest warrior, because she never wanted to be her warrior in the first place. And finally, through a single act of patient kindness, that wiman is able to escape and be free.

My heart hurts for this character, man. Its so horrific. Its not as blatant as Astarion's story... but it's just as twisted.

Shadowheart kills me. Tries so hard to be icy and bitchy and rude. But if you're just like not judgemental about any of that she immediately has heart eyes and gives you pep talks if you ask her about how shit's going. Her whole cleric domain is keeping secrets to the point she got lobotomized for it and yet she's like "well anyways here's everything about me." After like five minutes of being nice to her. Truly Shar's worst warrior.

[panksage]

I did my first comic con

[vivillainous]

do you ever just miss shadowzel when you hear people talk about rivals/enemies to lovers?

i do. please look at them.

their good endings hold such a special place in my heart, even after all this time. both turned away from their oppressor/abuser and reclaimed what it means to have self determination.

the way that even after everything, all their fighting & bickering, they both can still sympathize with the other and acknowledge neither of them deserved the situations they were in. they’re PROUD of each other.

i just adore it! i adore shadowzel and all their messy complexities. they’re bitchy. they’re soft. they’re willing to turn their backs on everything they’ve ever known without knowing what’s next.

they’re free.

[shadowfalllen]

30 for the kiss prompts please - as comfort ☺️

Hello Delt and thank you for the sweet prompt! ❤️ This prompt was screaming Silverheart and it is my small love letter to Silverheart, I rarely get to write about her and I wish one day I find time to write a longer story for her ❤️ Tav here is the white haired Selûnite one from my videos and some art I have commissioned 😊

Kiss as comfort

Afternoon sunlight streamed into the cabin through the living room window, casting a soft glow across the room as Tav sat by the window, deeply immersed in a book.

Ever since life had slowed down on the farm with Shadowheart, she had started reading more than just Selûnite prayer books and religious tomes. Soon, she had found herself making her way through Shadowheart’s bookshelf, one book at a time.

She wiped away a stray white hair that had escaped from her neatly made side braid and tucked it behind her ear. Just as she was about to turn the next page, she heard the sound of familiar, faint footsteps before the door opened and Shadowheart stepped inside.

Tav smiled and put the book aside.

“Hi, love,” she called out, standing up.

“Hi, Tav. Look what I made for us.” Shadowheart winked, holding up the pie enticingly as she slowly backed toward the kitchen.

Tav followed, her lips curling into a wide grin.

“Wow, smells amazing. What is it? Blueberry?”

“You guessed it! It’s in season, and Dad picked plenty. Mom and I turned them into two delicious pies—one for them, one for us.” Shadowheart tilted the baking tray slightly so Tav could see better.

Tav took a step closer, but before she could reach Shadowheart, the other woman flinched. Tav knew what was coming next.

“Ah!” Shadowheart squeezed the tray harder, her whole body suddenly jerking. The vile purple magic of Shar flared from the incurable wound on her right hand.

Tav moved on instinct. She was at Shadowheart’s side in an instant, rescuing the pie with one hand and setting it safely on the table while the other rested firmly on Shadowheart’s shoulder.

Once the pie was secure, Tav cupped Shadowheart’s trembling hand gently.

“May I?” she asked.

Shadowheart’s eyes were narrowed in pain. She gave a curt nod, gritting her teeth. Her breathing was heavy but controlled—the pain was familiar, as were the ways she had learned to endure it, time and time again.

Tav cradled her hand and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. Her lips brushed against the wound, feeling the searing presence of Shar’s wrath through it—but she ignored it, pressing more firmly against Shadowheart’s scarred skin.

A simple kiss, a defiant act of love against the cruelty of a petty goddess who had nothing better to do than torment mortals whose lives she had already meddled with more than was just by any measure.

Tav’s blood boiled at the thought, but this moment wasn’t about her anger—it was about comforting Shadowheart.

Immediately, she felt Shadowheart relax just a little.

Tav cast a healing spell with the kiss, though she knew it would do little to ease the pain Shar inflicted. But at the very least, Shadowheart would feel the lingering touch of a kinder goddess’s magic after the agony faded.

Shadowheart’s breath came heavy, her eyes blinking rapidly, but gradually, the pain ebbed.

Slowly, Tav rested her forehead against Shadowheart’s and gazed into her eyes.

There was a myriad of emotions there: lingering pain, sadness, frustration—but also something unbreakable. The kind of resilience that endured forty years of brainwashing, manipulation, torture, and abuse and still found the strength to break free, to pursue love, freedom, and happiness.

Tav’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. She felt so proud of Shadowheart—so deeply in love with her that it was barely contained within the confines of her mortal coil. If it could be unleashed, she felt like it would fill the entire universe.

They had spoken of this many times. Tav knew Shadowheart feared she would always carry a piece of the goddess’ cruelty within her. That she would never be truly free.

But Tav had sworn—again and again, to Shadowheart, to Shadowheart’s parents, and to herself—that they would find a cure. That they would rid her of this curse.

She still had faith that the Moonmaiden would shine her light upon a path forward. That Selûne would help undo what her sister had done.

“I won’t let her ruin my happiness. Our happiness,” Shadowheart hissed.

“We won’t let her,” Tav reassured her, guiding them toward the living room. She sat in their armchair and pulled Shadowheart into her lap, embracing her. Shadowheart rested her head against Tav’s chest, and Tav hoped the familiar rhythm of her heartbeat would help her calm down further. Her hand moved in slow, soothing strokes along Shadowheart’s back.

“Mmm, it’s easy to get lost in your arms,” Shadowheart murmured.

They stayed like that for a while, enjoying the quiet, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun. One of their cats padded by, brushing against Tav’s legs, making her smile.

“If she thinks her petty fits will make me regret turning away from her and saving my parents, she’s an even bigger fool than I could have imagined,” Shadowheart muttered after a while.

“Who knew goddesses could be such fools?” Tav traced her fingers over Shadowheart’s cursed hand before pressing another kiss to it. “She has no idea how strong my wife is. How brave. Shar may be an ancient being, but she has nothing on you, Shadowheart.”

She pressed another kiss to the scarred flesh.

Shadowheart’s eyes fluttered closed. “Thank you, Tav,” she murmured. “You ease the burden of bearing this.”

“We’re still here. You fought for this, and she won’t take it from you.” Tav cupped Shadowheart’s face, her voice thick with quiet determination. “I will always be here for you, in any way I can, love.”

The pain and resentment eased from Shadowheart’s features, her eyes shining with softer emotions. Tav could practically feel the love reflected back at her in those hazel-green depths.

“Have I told you how much I love you, Tavashan Darge?” Shadowheart whispered, adoration lacing every syllable of Tav’s name.

“A few times,” Tav murmured with a smile. “But I never tire of hearing it.” She brushed a thumb along Shadowheart’s cheek. “And I doubt you ever tire of hearing how much I love you, Shadowheart Hallowleaf.”

Slowly, she leaned in, kissing Shadowheart’s temple—then her cheek, reveling in its softness—before capturing her lips in a kiss.

It started slow, gentle, comforting—an attempt to convey the depth of Tav’s feelings, as she had done countless times before, both in spoken and unspoken ways.

Shadowheart sighed contentedly against her lips before deepening the kiss, tasting Tav. It was Tav’s turn to let out a small moan as Shadowheart’s tongue slipped in, greeting her own in a familiar dance. Shadowheart’s fingers curled around the back of Tav’s neck, the kiss growing more heated by the second.

“What about farm chores?” Tav managed to ask as they pulled apart to catch their breath.

“Those can wait. We both need a little distraction.” Shadowheart moved to straddle Tav’s thighs before capturing her lips in another heated kiss.

A/N: Check out all of my kiss prompts here.

Also this art commission I had made is perfect for this kiss prompt and is featuring the Tav in question, you can see it here!

[bluecoolr]

Primary rendering done! 😊

What are they lookin at?

[n0ahsferatu]

scooby-doo ass gang fr

[bluestrawberry7]

bg3 companions' responses to "I want a baby"

[ozumii-fucking-wizard]

The girlies of BG3

[adactaaries]

First set of portraits - done ✔️

[hekuuu]

a little self-indulgent comic :>

[hellions-heart]

putting bg3 point and click voicelines together to sound like a conversation has brought me great joy, so. here's gale, karlach, shadowheart, and astarion doing a terrible job of sneaking around

[heph]

Jar (Our Greatest Enemy)