#bg3 tav oc

[savs-sims98]

🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚSylvannah & Astarion type vibeɞ ˚₊ ✧ ﾟ 🕊

Oh my god, the way his two fingers are together. Ya'll know I'm thinking devious thoughts. ♡

( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

[bg3tavzine]

PRE-ORDERS OPEN NOW!

Heroes of Faerûn is a for-charity BG3 Tav zine made by over 60 artists, featuring 100+ pages of art and writing.

This project has been a great labour of love and we're all so excited to show you!

You can find the link above, and we'll be posting more about the bundles, merch and stretch goals soon!

[jeeaark]

do you have any screenshots of greyg ingame? it's rlly fun to see how tavs look vs. how they're drawn :o

You're in luck! Had to grab some armor refs a short time ago, so ye!

(Always wondered if anyone was curious about Greyg's actual appearance, ahaha)

So Here's Greygold in all their Grey and Gold Glory~

Have some micro-expressions of Greygold too.

Furrowed-Frowny-Face Greygold (90% their expression):

Lae'zel got drenched in blood due to fighting a few (not nice) people to get dat sweet crisp lighting for the picture (surprisingly a lot of bad lighting around here).

Pondering-Pout Greygold:

Talking-to-Lae'zel Face:

And Up Close Faces~:

[jacethegaymer]

Soo my bg3 throuple (Mishiri and Ascended Astarion) recently had a child and named him Draven. Astarion was being a good father and all…

And he left the baby on the floor to sleep

He has a crib, Astarion, pick up your child

[crowwolf]

I may have taken a few shots last night during my game..

My durge, Octavia, pissing off Astarion by helping the tieflings.

Can you really blame me?

I mean, really?

Then there's this asshole I made a deal with

and then everyone's favourite skeleton

Yes, Wither, I know the answer to most questions is no.

[mangaka-devotee]

"A Cool Night Kiss."

@steampunk-sorcerer

[alan-p-49]

I'm still wrapping my head around how the fuck Steve is Astarion's love interest like just HOW WHAT DO YOU SEE IN THIS MAN HE'S A BOY FAILURE

I mean a boy failure that can nuke your ass with a fireball spell BUT STILL like WHAT DID I DO I WAS JUST DOING WHAT STEVE WOULD DO AND HE'D DO THE KIND OPTION

[dots-in-my-head]

Before literally any fight ever there must be romantic training montage this is a rule for me

[teratomart]

a little rockstar Alduin AU. as a treat. based on Peter Steele from Type O Negative!

[wisecrackzach]

I'm a big fan of my own bg3 durge so here's some ss from the game 💐

Her name is meadora and I love her 🫶 also I'm a durge x Wyll shipper

[savs-sims98]

Sylvannah knows all too well what it is like to live a life around people; yet never feel safe around them. She wants to do everything in her power to make sure Astarion feels appreciated, seen, and safe🌹🥹

[bg3tavzine]

COVER REVEAL!

We are so excited to reveal our amazing cover done by the one and only @gaynaegis!

HEROES OF FAERÛN will open preorders on OCTOBER 1st, supporting the Palestine Red Crescent Society! We all can’t wait for you to see the amazing things we’ve been up to!

[nyda-the-tav1]

A lil Ophelia & Enver

Ophelia's a Tav from a fic on Ao3 called Sleep Deprivation. It's about a short lil elf that can't sleep cuz of Orin and has the crazy idea of sleeping in the bed of the only person Orin can't touch.

Anyways, here's Wonderwall:

Fic details below cut

Here's the fic <3 It's rated E, just so ya know >.>

(Also, I'm now a co-creator on it! I help with editing and stuff, so that's fun <3)

[leondoodlezart]

Karlach didn't survive Tav'Ryl's run. Tav was there for her in the end, as they promised.

Tav and Gale talk about Karlach (and the others) around Mina as to keep her memory alive. Mina knows the others from their adventuring party to various degrees.

Also I just love drawing older Gale.

[mangaka-devotee]

"A Proper Meal."

Just a lil after math pice of "Brooding potions"

Hope yall enjoy

@bareee

[sil-writes-fiction-too]

Death of a Hero

Genre: angst, pure angst

A/N: this piece was written for Day 12 of June of Doom ( @juneofdoom, ) using the prompts "I can't stand seeing you like this" and "Grief". This one-shot is set in an alternative BG3 universe where Gale and Astarion both ascended, and Summer and Arwen are left to deal with the consequences of it. @wolfhunter89 and I came up with this idea together months ago, so I want to dedicate this to her. This scenario is mostly seen by Arwen's point of view and it generally focuses on the impact that Gale's choice had on Summer. There is so much more I want to write for this alternative universe, so keep your peepers peeled (something else might come out this month, just saying👀)

Arwen had never minded the quiet. Life could be so chaotic and loud that oftentimes she'd found herself searching for those rare moments of silence. They comforted her. Gave her a moment to just... exist. With the kind of life she conducted, she often found herself desperately wishing for even just a few minutes where she could enjoy the peace and quiet. And oh, especially after meeting Summer. The tiefling was always so full of crackling energy ready to burst at any moment! And if it couldn't manifest through actions, then it would manifest through words. So many words. For almost ten years Arwen's life had been filled with adventures and mishaps and chaos, all by Summer's side. She could clearly remember all the times she had looked forward to the night's arrival, so that she could bask in the nocturnal quiet.

She regretted all of them now.

There weren't many certainties in Arwen's life, but if there was something she was absolutely sure of it was that, no matter what happened to her, she could always turn to Summer and find the strength to go on. It had happened a year before, when she had finally realized how fucked up her entire relationship with Leon was. Summer was there, with a toxic relationship of her own, and with a clear solution in mind. A solution that had inevitably become Arwen's own ticket to freedom. It had happened even years before that, when her entire life still revolved around settling the score she had with her father. When the world as they knew it was ending, when her body had to go through the most horrifying ordeal and she could do nothing to stop it, when their friends were dying left and right no matter how hard they had been trying to save them... Summer was there. And Arwen knew not all was lost.

She would've done anything to be able to look at Summer in that moment and feel that way again. Like a new chapter was waiting for them. She had never thought there would come a day when she would be desperate to have all that noise around her again, and yet there she was wishing for just that.

Instead, the house sat quiet in the little forest, and her friend sat at the kitchen table with a now rather cold mug of tea in front of her. Her eyes trained on an empty spot in the living room, but with an unfocused and far away look to them. Arwen couldn't remember a single time when they had made a habit of drinking tea together. It had always been beer or some other kind of alcoholic beverage that kept them company while they talked, be it about the good stuff or the bad stuff. But Arwen knew her tiefling companion... and the last thing she needed at that moment was to get wasted.

The conversation had come to a halt something like twenty minutes earlier. No topic had seemed to stick as Arwen tried to distract Summer, take her mind off of things. She opened her mouth in an attempt to come up with something, anything to break that damned silence, but she closed it again when she drew a blank, defeated. Even looking at her friend was becoming a difficult task with how... broken she looked. So she let her gaze wander.

Looking around in that moment, Arwen thought of how ironic it was that the house she was sitting in was the type of place she had always imagined Summer would end up living in, before they left for Faerûn, and that yet she couldn't think of a place that was more ill-fitting for her friend in that very moment. The woman that had wanted to move in a house such as that had been gone for a long time, replaced by a woman that had a bright future in mind, to spend by the side of her beloved.

Her beloved.

Jaime had hurt her deeply in the past, drained her of all her energy and cheerfulness. Arwen knew Summer didn't like the person she was when she was with Jaime, but it still had taken her six years to finally leave for good. It had been the best decision she had taken in a long time. Jaime had hurt her, but Summer was better off without him.

Why couldn't Gale be like Jaime? Why couldn't he have been just another failed relationship? A stepping stone towards something better?

Why did he have to be the love of Summer's life?

She had never shined brighter than when she was by his side, and the wizard had somehow restored a part of her that she had thought lost forever. Summer was ready to marry him once their last adventure was finally over, and Arwen was sure that at some point he had been exactly on the same page as her, but somewhere along the way things simply... went wrong. Horribly wrong.

Up until that point Arwen had had no idea it would be possible to grieve the loss of someone who wasn't even dead, but there was Summer, doing just that. The half-elf still couldn't believe Gale would just... leave her behind like that. Didn't he love her? But then again, that was a stupid question, coming from Arwen.

With a sigh she got up from her chair and sat down by Summer's side, placing an uncertain hand atop hers. “... I thought about putting an altar in that empty spot, when I moved in. An altar. Me. I hate the Gods more than I can possibly say and yet I was ready to welcome one in my home. I should fill up that empty space with something else and yet I can't bring myself to do it.” She finally said, almost startling Arwen, who had grown accustomed to the silence hanging heavy in the room.

“I won't build an altar, but I won't dedicate that spot to anything else either. I can't let it go. I can't let him go. I want to see him so badly at times... but then I remind myself that the man I want to see no longer exists. Somehow that hurts more than if he was dead and buried. At least then I would still know he loved me. I would have a body to cry over. What do I have now? Nothing but the hole he left in me when he chose that stupid crown over me. I hate him Arwen, I hate him so much... and yet I still love him to death and it's killing me slowly with every breath I take.” Her voice wavered and cracked as she spoke, letting her sickening feelings pour out of her like a thick syrup. Each word was like a stab to Arwen's already shattered heart.

“Summer, you've gotta react, please. I can't stand seeing you like this.” She pleaded with her companion as she gently squeezed her hand, trying to tear her eyes away from that goddamn spot in the living room. Gale, or whatever the hell he wanted to be called now, didn't deserve to have so much of Summer's energy dedicated to the thought of him. Not after what he had done. “You are a hero, for Hell's sake, you fought against the Prince of the Abyss and came out on top! You survived countless impossible encounters and not one, but two apocalypses! You won't let this drag you down. I won't allow you.” Arwen knew it was a useless attempt, but she still tried to rile Summer up, to give her some kind of pep talk or something, like she had done for her many times in the past... but her friend only let out a humorless chuckle.

“I'm sorry Arwen. I know you are hurting too...” She said as she slowly got up from her chair. “But the hero you speak of is gone. I actually don't think she ever existed to begin with. Because if she did, Gale would still be here with me and I wouldn't be... whatever the fuck this is.” She vaguely gestured to herself with those words as a look of contempt appeared on her face. Arwen couldn't help but let out a huff.

“So what, you are going to rot in here for the rest of your days? No more traveling? No more adventuring?” She felt like a hypocrite, asking her friend these questions when she herself had been holed up in her home for the past few months with the sole exception of visiting Summer every now and then.

On her side, Summer knew that Arwen was trying her best to be there for her while simultaneously trying to keep herself sane, so she felt no anger or annoyance for her words. She just wished she didn't have to be seen like this by her, but there was no way Summer could even attempt to act normal.

“I really don't think I have it in me anymore, bud...” She gave her a very tired smile that didn't reach her eyes at all as she slowly walked towards her bedroom. “I'm sorry, but I feel so tired... I need to sleep...”

With that, Arwen knew the conversation was officially over. She watched her friend drag herself to her room and then she got up, ready to leave and yet not wanting to go home and face the deafening silence once more. Up until that point Arwen had had no idea it would be possible to grieve the loss of someone who wasn't even dead, but there she was... doing just that. Grieving the loss of the friend she once knew, the version of herself that she was when she fell in love... and her beloved.

Her beloved.

How could things go so horribly wrong?