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bit of thinking outloud but for my current tactician run im doing a special wyll origins playthrough im calling the Evil Wyll Run & itâs given me a lot of food for thought about his character (or at least the freedom of psychological movement + exploration afforded to an origin run!)
wyll spoilers abound weâre entering the wyllenium here
wyll always felt a bit underwritten to me - i know thatâs partially because there was that big kerfuffle in the 11th hour with changing his whole story and personality on top of having to recast his VA, and frankly hats off to both original VA lanre malaolu & new VA theo solomon for their hard work - both brought tremendous performances, & i sincerely hope mr malaolu was paid well for his work & time even if his voice wasnât used in the final cut (i would also say warlock as a class itself felt a bit underdeveloped but im 100% OK with chalking that up to me the player not understanding how to play warlock effectively yet lol im more of a fighter barbarian Hit Stuff guy)
but honestly this feeling of being âunderwrittenâ combined with a character with a long history of heroism in his pocket made wyll really interesting to me even in my tav playthrough. for all his accomplishments he still feels like a blank everyman, or like heâs someone who fully believes heâs the main character who doesnât âneedâ to do any extra work on himself - and honestly he feels Very much like he could be The Main Character. once his backstory of the son of the duke was revealed too i immediately got the sense of like, rich boy trying to prove his worth beyond his wealth and status by striking out & becoming that hero, or that Prince Charming. basically that perfect happily ever after somebody. and im of the opinion that you donât get mixed up with a cambion in the first place unless youâre either the kind of naĂŻve âeverything will just work outâ immature that tends to comes with his status as the son of a noble, or youâre hungering for power. depending on playstyle heâs very easily both of these things
on the naĂŻve front (ie a good wyll playthrough) if anything he feels very believably immature, & from that perspective the events of the game feel as though theyâre the prequel to the actual start of wyll's story where he finally finds himself & learns what kind of man he really is. we just dont get to see it alas, but i really enjoyed the thought exercise of somebody still grappling with overcoming his own immaturity. he feels like someone who can still grow and that his tale is just beginning
Evil Wyll (meaning any time mizora shows up he drops everything to enact her instruction & hasnt once tried to find a loophole out of his contract) which ive come to be far more fascinated by is someone clearly vying for power, which is interesting because his noble status wouldâve given him all the power he wants had he Played Nice. to me it speaks of someone who wants to be able to take what he wants from life without it being handed to him, which contrasts in a really fascinating way with entering into a warlock pact at all. maybe he thought it was better that it be a decision he made as opposed to nobility given to him by his family ties, maybe thereâs still that pollyanna sentiment of âitâll just work out & ill live happily ever after.â again maybe both. maybe in a sense the fiend, as he calls himself, is a good excuse to shuck off any poor decision he makes or any genuinely heinous thing he does under mizoraâs instruction - an identity he uses as power fantasy (and very much in tandem/interchangeable with the blade of frontiers power fantasy) until it means taking ownership for any of his misdeeds, and then a scapegoat.
may be a bit incoherent but im only now hitting act 3 in my origin run & im Really enjoying this difficult characterization ive cooked up for myself lol
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Can I request dating headcanons for Gale, Wyll, Dammon, Rolan, Zevlor, Halsin, and Astarion with gn s/o?
say less!! It's been awhile since I've written headcanons or prompts with multiple people but LETS TRY
Bg3 chars x gn!Tav
warnings: (maybe) Ooc Zevlor,Rolan (I think I have a pretty good grasp on Dammon) not proofread!! Mentions of traumatic backstories
Zevlor definitely has some self worth issues due to Fall of Elturel and what happened with the Grove he cares deeply for his fellow kin and that care flows into you aswell. He is absolutely infatuated with you and has absolutely no shame showing it or others.
I feel like he's very big on PDA for an odd reason he isn't afraid to tell anyone off and he has a backbone that's for sure, that doesn't mean he's not vulnerable he absolutely is and he feels safest with you as his beloved. He shows his love with physical affection and acts of service in my opinionâ cooks you breakfast,lunch and dinner. Plans nice evenings, takes you nice places, whole nine yardsâ he's also surprisingly big on literature and he writes you poems and tells you the nicest most sweetest things ever. He's a very stubborn man though, so if you're also stubborn it can turn into bickering but never an argument, at the end of the day he just wants to see you smile.
EXTREMELY cocky, He's like a cat that'll keep eye contact with you when knocking a class off the counter. He does love big nonetheless! A heart of gold and an ego of steel but you love that about him
I think he'd enjoy quality time. Cooking or cleaning together, reading in silence or just holding each other in the morning juicing up for the day.
I also think he's also just absolutely obsessed with his Partner but in a more discreet way, Glances at you after he voices an opinion or telling a joke. Seeing what you'll do and think. Expanding on that he definitely takes what you think to heart at all times and always ask your opinion on anythingâ food,clothes, decoration how to style his hair so on and so forth
Also a HUGE cuddle bug. Cooking dinner? Hugs you from behind, Sitting on the sofa reading a book? Lays his head in your lap and looks at your gorgeous face, Walking in public? Hand on your lower back.
He's a little cutie patootie
OUR FAVORITE BLACKSMITH!!
He's actually so adorable and hes definitely into gift giving and physical touch.
He'll make you little trinkets and do-dads from scraps he has left over, You know those metal roses some people make for their partners?? He does that with you and they look absolutely amazing everytime (he buys you normal flowers aswell do not worry)
He's also no stranger to being the small spoon so just hold him sometimes, He's gone through some things with the Grove and the Shadow lands and he has nightmares on occasion when he will wake you up and you of course sit with him until he can rest easy again
He's no surprise to anyone very strong he's a black smith for crying out loud, he's 90% sure he can pick you effortlessly no matter how tall or big you are he will do it. No negotiating about that
He has the cutest puppy dog eyes I mean can you blame him? I'd use those gorgeous eyes to my advantage aswellâ he knows you love it and him so whenever he wants something from you he gives you a look anyone could coo at you fall for it everytime
In the city (or in general) he basically drags you around by your hand, he's also 10 steps ahead of you mentally and sometimes physically..at this point get a leash for him
He's still very emotionally intelligent and talking with him about something that bothers you is met with understandment and reassurance while he works on the issue and he expects it vice versa aswell where you happily oblige
He's sweet but he's not a pushover under any circumstances
The most gentlemen-y of Gentlemen.
Outside of Baldurs gate he will do his best to spoil you with food, flowers and protectionâ you swear to him you can take care of yourself but he doesn't listen to you
After you enter Baldurs gate however he's going full ex-Noble mode, Fancy dinners, Bouquets and whatever you'd like he's ready to get it for you at the basic snap of your fingers.
Gift giving is his love language, ontop of quality time. You tell him you do not need all of the nice things he gives you but he insists some Noble roots run deep, he often confides in you over his Father and Mizora and the guilt of what he would've potentially done to Karlach still lies in his head despite Karlachs constant reassurance ontop of your own
His favorite thing is honestly to look at you especially your eyes, The glimmer in them after a fight? Or the reflection of the fire from the campfire in your eyes? Absolutely breathtaking in his eyes.
To him you are everything, You're one of the only people he has left and he isn't planning on losing you, has your back if you ever need it. Physical cover in a fight? He's right behind you, someone's giving you shit? He'll defend you with every ounce of his being
Also a man that insists on carrying you anytime you even show an ounce of exhaustion, He might also be one hill away from collapsing but he's your knight in shining armor and you know it
Sometimes he wonders if you love Tara more than him honestlyâ
Please give this man some REAL love, pamper him, smother him and reassure him. The roots on Mystras abuse runs DEEP but he doesn't know that but you do.
Despite his very obvious love for you and the care he holds deep in his heart but he cannot help but feel like he's holding you back with the literal ticking bomb he is, everyday he fears it might be his last along with yours unfortunately. He's aware you'd insist on staying with him if his time ever came but he simply can't bring himself to think of you being gone even after he's passed
If you're out alone he asks Tara to keep an eye on you if you're out long that is
He's not insecure but afraid, anxious despite the fact he's one of the men with the least baggage he's worried you think you can do better
his biggest love language I think is physical touch, He wants to feel you, to know you're real and you're his.
If you're useless in the kitchen he does not mind doing all of the cooking and baking as neither do you. He's a powerful and talented culinary wizard, He also just prefers to spend his nights and mornings in your arms just taking a breather and loving you
Our most beloved spawn :)
Obviously very touchy and handsy but hes also big on words of affirmation and gift giving
He once brought you a head rat as a joke saying it was a gift
He needs someone to match his energy, either by being matching chaotic or laughing at his not so violent antics (or also at his violent antics that's up to you honestly)
He's not all sunshine and rainbows however, the wounds of Cazador will always be part of him and he wants you to know that.
He talks big but he knows he's alot with everything he's gone through and what that made him at the end of everything
He also knows you won't be around forever unlike him and he dreads the day he's alone again
You are his sunshine and he doesn't know where he'd go or who he'd be if you didn't stick with him and he loves you endlessly for your patience and understanding with him.
Halsin the big bear
Have a fear of bears or dont like em in general?
Ultimate deal breaker, he needs someone to love him for all of him, bear form included
He's a big sweetheart but like Dammon also not gullible or Naive
Definitely big on Marriage with you because he genuinely thinks you are the one and he wishes to never spend a day without you ever again
He becomes less subtle with his advances and flirting the more you date him, and it makes him laugh everytime you give him a knowing look and laugh at him
No matter how not pick up-able you think you are Halsin will throw you over his shoulder
HUGE cuddler anytime you guys aren't actively moving around? BOOM hands on you everywhere. Another man who loves giving loving words
A nightmare? He will whisper sweet nothings into your ear and hold you closely to his chest listening to his steady heart beat
He's also a great cook which he uses to make you some very nice meals
I can also imagine you can ride him in his bear form especially if you're tiny, Cuddling him in his bear form is also not rare between you both
Overall very big nice bear husband
OMG KILL ME I ACCIDENTALLY PUBLISHED THIS BEFORE I WAS DONE THATS SO EMBARRASSING
again I apologize for ooc npcs đ hope you enjoyed nonetheless
#bg3 x reader#bg3 gale#bg3 astarion#bg3 spoilers#bg3 tav#bg3 wyll#bg3 zevlor#bg3 dammon#bg3 halsin#bg3
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Sharing my Tav's playthrough đĽ°
She's a Seldarine Drow, sorcerer with Silver Draconic ancestry.
I have this headcannon backstory that Tav and Gale had met years prior while studying at Waterdeep? (I don't know exact details because I haven't dived too far into it yet, I'm still new to Baldur's Gate) her specialising in ice and storm magic and Gale specialising in, well, everything. When one evening, a group of drunken wizards were harrasing Tav, taunting that she was a Lolth in disguise , Gale stepped in and diffused the situation with a helping hand, even though she had already half frozen the wizards.
It's the reason why he falls so quickly for her and wanting to share what he's learnt. The chemistry from when they were younger still lingers, and he's hopeful she does too. Memories of talking into the early hours of the morning, creating illusions, and sharing secrets and dreams for the future.
And yes, they're matchy matchy đĽ°
Could say he's her Jorah, to his Khalessi.
He'd do anything for her.
Even though I'm an Astarion fan, Gale does leave a soft spot that I'd love to explore.
He is easy to like đĽ°
As much as he talks alot, he's a sweetheart. And best cook at camp đ
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To Burn in Desire's Name
I've been cooking up a Rolan fic for the last eternity few months, and I'm so excited to finally share a little snippet from it! It started out as a sex pollen one shot (and still will be), but it's gained sentience and grown into a series that will include a sequel following the growth of Rolan and Ruby's relationship with themes of religious sensuality (she's a cleric and I will be leaning into that đ); a fairytale-style one shot of Ruby's backstory as a child taken and "raised" by a hag; and a gothic horror story about Ramazith's ghost đ
Anyway, here's a bit from the first fic, To Burn in Desire's Name, in which Tav (Rolan won't learn her actual name until later) leaves a sending stone in Rolan's desk, and that's how they communicate after she leaves the city (snippet contains no explicit content; also please be nice this is my first Rolan fic and it's still an early draft tyđ
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Truth be told, he had come to live for these missives, to keenly welcome that most enchanting tingling in his mind, the firm, comforting weight of the smooth stone in his palm, the ghostly touch of copper filament, faint and delicate as a memory, and then: her voice, her laughter, clearer than his own thoughts, precious and intimate as a whispered secret.
This high, the air was as fresh as that in the gardens, the winds lending a slight bite to it. It had become a favorite place of late, a private, serene respite from all the goings-on about the tower. Up here, it was only Rolan and the falcons that wheeled above the city, their majestic wings forming a loose âMâ as they rode the winds. Up here, he could let the stress fall from his mouth in a sigh. He could close his eyes, and he could open his mind, let Tavâs words roam freely.
Selune danced before the sun today⌠my soul still resonates from it
blackest night, but for a ring of brilliant gold â quite like your eyes
Rolanâs eyes fluttered open, bemusement creasing his brow. Selune danced before the sunâŚ? What did it mean, and moreover, what did it have to do with his eyes?
He searched his mind. Other than what was relevant to his craft, cosmology had never been his strongest subject. Selune danced before the sun⌠Ah.
As a youth, heâd heard travelers spin tales of the moon passing before the sun, turning day to night. Back then, Rolan couldnât conceive of such a thing, with Elturel's constant daylight. Heâd known darkness, but only as something that occurred indoors.
The travelers had spoken of the phenomenon in hushed voices, their shuddering words suggesting terror and awe. But for Tavâand, likely, her fellow Selunitesâit was Selune herself. Dancing. Rolanâs mouth tilted into a soft smile.
Tavâs message had had a hushed quality to it, too, but not from terror and awe. It was reverence and awe that Rolan had picked up in her thought-voice. Sheâd spoken of it like a sacred event. A gift from her goddess.
âŚand sheâd compared his eyes to it. Not that that had to mean anything, of course, and truthfully, it had sounded like an afterthought. But⌠could anyone blame him if a blush blazed across his cheeks? Or if it called to mind that night at Elfsong a year ago? When Tav had paid him a compliment that made him smile any time he thought about it â which was often:
âI wish you could have seen yourself in that moment, when you rained arcane fury upon the bastard. You were righteous, incredible to behold, even fighting beside Dame Aylin.â
What came after, which he thought of just as often, also made him smile â and had provided Cal and Lia endless entertainment in the weeks that followed.
She leaned in close, and before he had time to recover from whatever alluring scent it was that she carried â honeysuckle? â sheâd placed a soft, quick kiss on his cheek.
A kiss between compatriots, a polite peck that meant no more than a handshake or a clap on the shoulder. A brief, platonic gesture, nothing more.
Nevertheless, the tips of Rolanâs fingers found their way to his blushing cheek, where her lips had so briefly and platonically been.
#rolan#rolan fanfiction#rolan fic#rolan x tav#oc tav#bg3 fanfiction#rolan nation#i love them your honor#holy rolan empire#ruby x rolan â¤ď¸#fic WIP#snippet#To Burn in Desire's Name#TBiDN
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Finally making an OC info post- by no means is this all of them, just ones that are most active and/or live in my head rent free.
First up- Rhys (DnD 5e - Rime of the Frostmaiden)
20 years Old, Half Orc, Half Elf (sweet baby angel) , He/Him
Fighter- Echo Knight
Absolute Ray of Sunshine; Rhys is from Icewind Dale; more specifically the Nomadic Reghed Tribe of the Elk.
He's unfamiliar with the outside world and even includes settlements in his own country
He's a Himbo basically a big dog.
This campaign lead him to leaving his tribe for the first time after an unfortunate accident which turned him into a small 'painted child' and searching for his missing sister. (both these are sorted now!)
*Rhys found an old oil painting of this child, blacked out and next thing he knew he was that small elf child. Her skin and clothing having the texture of painted canvas, and bleeds paint.
For a good chunk of the campaign he was just a totally normal elf- whose shadow didn't match with the body
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Dhalas (DnD 5e Annalor)
36 Years Old, They/Him, Triton
Drunken Master Monk
Chill surfer dude vibes
Part of a travelling circus, They're a balancing act
Extremely laid back, Dhalas talks like they fight- dancing around, seemingly without rhyme or reason and occasionally clumsy.
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Foxglove (BG3)
138 Years old (tweaked her age a lil), She/They, Drow
Arcane Trickster Rogue
Guild Artisan Background- Locksmith & Apprentice Finesmith
Chill and sassy, that Tav who talks their way out of shit.
Skews Towards Chaotic Good
Presents Androgynous most of the time
Must lockpick everything- she's not actually super interested what's inside, she just wants to see the workmanship of the locks and trashtalk how bad they are.
Yeah she's smooching the vampire. (and Halsin)
Naturally cares for others, even at the cost of her own wellbeing.
Has a Phobia of anything touching/going near her eyes- so the start of the game is A Time for Fox.
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Arslan Dhoro (FFXIV)
21 Years Old (as of ARR), He/Them
Xaela AuRa
Dragoon - White Mage Main (All healer classes tbh)
Stoic, Resting Angry Face Himbo
He struggles to show emotion but he's just pretty shy and cautious about opening up to others.
From the Azim Steppe, he left in his early teens with his father after the death of his mother, to explore the world beyond the Steppe.
His Father Died in his late teens, attacked in Coerthas thinking he and Arslan were Dravanians.
He's extremely soft and protective for the Scions/his friends
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Shiv (DnD 5e Saltmarsh- campaign completed)
Awful, terrible lesbian
68 years old, She/Her, Halfling
Celestial Warlock - Unicorn Patron w/ a Baby Phoenix familiar, Toby
A piece of shit. Is an absolute asshole and wont let you know she cares.
Lowkey magical girl
Ex-smuggler, who's patron is literally 'I can fix her', 'she can be a better person'. Part of the 'Beyond Skeletons' Pirate crew, she's the medic of the crew.
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Pymmyr Tathnel (DnD 5e)
Pym
85 Years Old, He/They, Drow
Gloomstalker Ranger
Emotional Support Blink Dog, Princess Liquorice
This boy is scared all the time
Doesn't talk much, but speaks in a soft voice
Has disordered 'Sleeping' and Eating :)
His plague mask has tinted lenses to help ease the strain with how bright the surface is
I wont tell too much about them as a lot of their info is spoilers to other players. But this sad Drow just rocks up in my head on the regular.
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Erebus (Anima Beyond Fantasy)
AKA- My first TTRPG character! circa 2011-2 I think???
Real name Sho Yoshimitsu
22 Years Old, He/Him
Duk'Zarist Nephilim
Assassin
Textbook 'strong silent and intimidating hot man'
But basically a big soft boy if you break past the mile thick ice
Tragic backstoryâ˘Â , used to using his body for the job
He really enjoys cooking!
Also hopelessly in love with a small soft summoner, Caelum (the one hugging him), They're RedxBlue gays
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I think I'll leave it there for now!
I may add more later, I hope it was interesting?? and I'm still pretty shy with yelling this much about my characters haha.
Thanks for reading if you made it this far! đ
#gees ocs#oc info#oc art#my ocs#bg3 tav#ffxiv warrior of light#dnd character#sketchbook#my characters#art
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Our own starlight
A SFW Modern AU Halsin x Tav/Reader ficlet
âWhatâs something small you miss? From living in the forest I mean.â
âStarlight. It was one of the first things that really threw me off about this⌠place. Night is unbearably dark, yet somehow unpleasantly bright at the same time.â
TWs: Family death, grief, spoilers abt Halsins backstory.
Reader is gn and undefined besides working in a greenhouse.
AN: waugh this is just kinda word vomit following me having a really good idea. Itâs entirely unedited so if you see any errors no you donât <3
Also I am fighting for my life trying to find a voice for halsin bear with me please.
Halsin remembers being a kid in the cabin his family lived in. His mother teaching him how to cook alongside his younger siblings.
He too remembers sitting outside with his father, the chill of fall nipping at his face while he was taught how to pick good sticks for firewood; along with the promise that next year heâd be old enough to help split up logs with his father.
He remembers a thick book shared between him and his eldest sister while she taught him Druidic magic, and the terror on his mothers face when he gave himself fuzzy little bear ears (and his sister laughing because couldnât figure out how to get rid of them.)
He remembers being sick, just a little sick. A stuffy nose and a sore throat he caught from falling into the stream in late November when the frost set into snow.
He remembers burying them all that spring.
He didnât want to, but he knew that disease clings to corpses long after the flesh chilled. He thanked Silvanus that the illness came in December and not one of the warm months that wouldâve forced him to bury them immediately lest he meet the same fate.
He remembers the following winter being warmer than usual, but little else of the year.
Halsin knows now that he had gotten lucky, unbelievably so. The gentle winter allowed him to live despite being unwilling to split his own firewood, it allowed him one year to prepare himself before he was truly forced to acknowledge the finality of it all.
He remembers finding his balance the following year. Their garden took quite of bit of work to recover after being abandoned for a year. But he managed it, along with making himself some traps based on some diagrams in an old book and the odds and ends he remembered learning about how to make them more effective from his mother.
âSo⌠why are you here?â
They look up at him, visibly confused.
âNot that I donât like talking to you- but it seems like you were managing fine past the first year.â
âThe expansion of the city drove the animals away. Then men in suits appeared at my door asking for documents I didnât have. Proof of ownership and deeds to the land our cabin was on. They threatened to arrest me for squatting if I didnât leave.â
He sips his tea, it was brewed far too hot. Leaving it bitter even with sugar, but it was something he could afford, which seemed few and far between lately.
âI only recently learned what squatting actually is. Theyâd looked at me like I was a fool for askingâ
âThatâs⌠Gods Iâm sorry. I canât even fathom how shit that mustâve felt, Iâve always lived in the city soâŚâ
âIt isnât all awful; being in the city. Living is a much more manageable kind of tiring.â
He was lucky to be as strong as he is, heâd manage to land a job as an unskilled labourer. As much as he resented the title he knew it wasnât a slight, he didnât have any of the certifications or diplomas required to hold any other station at the greenhouse he worked in. Even if he knew more about many of the plants they grew from his own personal experience working with them.
One thing of many heâd yet to get used to. Your experience doesnât matter in the city unless you have a piece of paper proving it.
âThatâs fair I suppose⌠I would give damn near anything to be able to be self-sufficient like that⌠Alas Iâm doomed to forever be a slave to capitalism.â
Halsin wants to tell them that theyâre not.
He wants to say that if enough people stopped thinking that they donât have the option to rebel the entire system would fall apart.
He bites his tongue, figuratively and literally. Wincing as the sharp taste of iron settles in his mouth.
Well, itâs not like his tea couldâve gotten much worse.
âWhatâs something small you miss? From living in the forest I mean.â
âStarlight. It was one of the first things that really threw me off about this place. Night is unbearably dark, yet somehow unpleasantly bright at the same time.â
They nod, and ponder their tea for a beat.
âDo you have any plans tonight?â
âHow forward.â
They scoff, but it lacks venom.
âJust answer me you dork.â
âNo I do not.â
Their smile widens considerably.
âYou do now, assuming you donât mind coming over to my apartment.â
He nods in agreement, and they beam.
Another thing thatâs definitely not awful about living in the city is them. He had met them through the greenhouse they both worked at, and had kept contact after they had quit.
The afternoon passes by as it usually does during their little dates. They would talk about their job and their cats, he would reply in kind. His tea went cold long before he finished it, and heâd thank the barista as he handed their mugs across the counter.
The walk to their apartment was nice. He realized as they spoke about the bus they missed how much he missed not being alone.
It was a long walk, he silently thanked Silvanus.
Their apartment was almost identical to his on the outside. Grey building, black doors, painfully sterile.
The inside however, was not. Almost every flat surface was plastered with posters and prints, the shelves full of knickknacks and candles more so than actual books.
âOkay so, I donât have a couch obviously because I have a studio apartment but my bed doesnât have the best view of the thing I want to show you.â
They push some things haphazardly out of the center of the room, before pulling a blanket off their bed and laying it out.
âGods this is so sketchy Iâm so sorry- Lay on this and close your eyes.â
âItâs alright. I trust you.â
The blanket is soft, but thin. The linoleum below digging into his shoulders as he lays down. Thereâs a soft click and the lights turn off, they settle beside him after a moment.
âOkay. Open your eyes.â
It takes him a second to put together what heâs looking at.
Stars. Painted on the walls and ceiling between the posters and tapestries, glowing in the dark of their apartment.
âItâs obviously not as pretty as real stars but⌠I dunno Iâve never been far enough out of town to see many real ones so I made my own starlight.
âItâs beautiful.â
He doesnât need to be able to see them to know theyâre smiling.
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Tav Origins
So, I'm curious. What origins have ya'll made up for your Tav's in BG3? Cause if you're anything like me you constructed elaborate fucking backstories for those bitches.
I'd really like to know 'em! Reblog this post with yours!
And, as a show of good faith, here's mine.
First off, my Tav's name is Invi. He's a Tiefling Paladin, Oath of the Ancients, and how he came to be a member of that order is a bit of a story!
So, Invi was once an urchin living on the streets of Baldur's Gate. His family had been displaced by a greedy slumlord and his parents had died of the plague, leaving Invi all alone. Invi turned to thieving to avoid starving, but by all accounts he wasn't very good at it, escaping by luck more than skill.
But one day, Invi's luck ran out. He pickpocketed what looked like a wealthy man and was caught by the watch, who dragged him back tot he man for judgement. Turns out the man in question was a Paladin of Tyr, Sworn to the Oath of the Ancients.
Desperate, Invi lied, saying the man had given him the money. The guards didn't believe him, but when they asked, the Paladin looked at Invi for a good long while and said: "Of course! But, my young friend, you left so quickly! Did you forget I gave you this as well?"
And the Paladin gave him the Golden Ring on his finger, carved with the symbol of his order. The Paladin, named Cirion, bid the gards leave, and walked Invi to a safer place. There, Cirion said, "Now you be careful now boy. And if you're ever in need, let that ring guide you. And it may do far more than that."
Invi went on his way. He used the money, but he never dared part with the ring. He puzzled and puzzled over Cirion's words. Eventually it became too much for Invi, and he sought Cirion again, seeking answers for his strange behavior.
Invi tracked down the Temple of Tyr and showed the ring to the Paladin guarding it he was let in with a smile. Unfortunately, Cirion was away, but the Paladins were more than happy to allow him to stay.
So, Invi stayed, waiting for Cirion to return. But as the days turned to weeks, the Paladins offered him things other than food and board. They offered to show him sword work. How to sew and cook and other things. Before long, Inni felt at home there, terrified it would end when Cirion returned.
And return Cirion did. His cloak dusty from the road, his sword well-used from hunting demons, Invi was brought before him, and Invi asked his question.
"Why did you give me this ring?"
"You were a child in need, I believed you needed it more than me."
"I could not sell it. And it... it brought me here."
"Just as it brought me here, all those years ago."
And so Invi became Cirion's apprentice. He trained and grew and learned. He laughed freely. He brought aid to his fellow urchins, the ones he'd grown up with, providing them aid and succor and pulling them out of the streets when he could. The order was more than happy to provide. Gold, after all, is useless when hoarded like a dragon.
And on the day Invi took his Oaths and became a Paladin in full, he embraced the now old and worn Cirion and called him father, and never had either man felt more love and pride than they did in that moment.
And, years later, a Mind Flayer Tadpole in his brain and the gaze of a False God upon him, Invi is in The Grove, trying desperately to save the refugees there. When, in the midst of it, he's robbed by a pack of young tieflings.
Invi catches them, of course, he still remembers the old tricks. Some are annoyed, others are unrepentant, but the girl, Silfy, crying in shame and fear, that he sees something... familiar in.
Invi smiles, consoles her, and presses a familiar ring into her hand.
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BG3 Tav Backstory Bash by Kelandrin
This is a challenge to help people flesh out their Tav's backstory by exploring their past. It is organized into four sections with seven prompts. You can treat this as a monthly challenge or a general project. You can write headcanons, fics, or share art based on the prompts! You can interpret the prompts however you want. If you want to share use the tag #bg3backstorybash
thank you for the tags @rolansrighthorn @charmedcleric @jessfromouterspace @lolthslover @auspex-author âźď¸
I asked you guys who I should feature in this post and my girl Mythrae got the most votes! She is my first durge so she's a bit special to me and I'm very glad she was chosen :) some of these questions might have slightly alternate answers bc they donât exactly fit in her timeline but Iâm excited to participate either way! there are a couple triggering sections that have been labeled, so please read with caution!
(Iâm too scared to tag anyone in this lol)
Part One: Baby
Parent(s):
Being the child of Bhaalâs own flesh and blood, she is a Bhaalspawn. But as far as who raised her? Well, that would be none other than Luaânna Helvitlar, a Seldarine drow wizard who fled from Menzoberranzen many years ago.
She fled the city and Lolth due to her brotherâs wrongful death, and she found employment with Ramazith Firesinger in Baldurâs Gate.
Birth:
Not much is known about Mythraeâs birth, but in the year 1353, Luaânna found her as an infant in the sewers of Baldurâs Gate with a piece of paper with just her name (yeah I did this with Salome too Iâm unoriginal). Not wanting a drow child to get in the wrong hands and become a servant of Lolth, she rescued the infant and brought her home.
First Word/Tantrum/When They First Walked/First Sickness
Her first word was âmama,â which Luaânna was overjoyed with. Definitely cried happy tears for hours on end.
She was a well-behaved toddler, who was also very inquisitive and ask a lot of questions. The tantrums she would have would usually be because she got an answer she didnât like (ex. âMummy, why canât the sun stay up all day?â âWhy does it get cold outside?â).
Mythrae took her first steps after living with Luâanna for 10 months, while they were playing together. Luaânna most definitely cried the rest of the day over it.
She got a cold when she was a toddler, and her mother was worried sick she would pass from her virus. She was sick for two weeks, but with Luaânnaâs thorough care, she made a full recovery.
Part Two: Childhood
Friends:
Mythrae was born with heterochromia (one grey eye and one red eye) and was bullied for it (also for being a drow â they have a bad rep on the surface after all), so it was hard to make friends in school. There was one other drow boy in her class, Kalandrin, who would defend her from these bullies. They became fast friends and stayed close even into their teenage years. (Kalandrin would become her dream visitor later down the line)
Siblings:
Mythrae did not have any other siblings, the only family she had was her adopted mother (and Bhaal plus his spawn ofc but itâs not like she knew that at the time)
Getting Into Trouble:
For the most part, Mythrae was a very well behaved child. But as she began to discover her affinity for magic, especially storm sorcery, she would sometimes pull pranks on Luaânna that would result in her being punished (ex. putting a cloud over momâs head and causing it to rain while she was in the garden, using a lightning bolt to help speed up cooking, etc). Sometimes she tried to do these out of a genuine desire to help around the house, but other times⌠not so much
Birthday:
Though Luaânna doesnât know Mythraeâs actual birthday, they celebrate her âgotchaâ day on the 7th of Eleasis (equivalent of August in Earth months)
Games/Learning Something New:
Mythrae wasnât huge on games (unless it was something thought-provoking like chess lol)
Being an inquisitive child, she enjoyed school and learning. Luaânna, being a studious wizard, helped Mythrae with her schoolwork and also taught her about the many intricacies of magic. She also taught her about the history of drow, which was left out of schoolbooks, because she did not want her child to fall down the wrong path and become a servant of Lolth.
Trauma:
In her dreams (or night terrors?), a large skeleton head or ghastly creature would visit her and tell her to kill everyone she knows and anyone that gets in her way, for her fatherâs sake. These visions scared her greatly, and made it hard for her to want to fall asleep. Usually, Luaânna would have to sleep in the same bed as her so that Mythrae felt safe.
Part Three: Teenager
â ď¸ TW - mentions of canon-relevant violence and suicidal thoughts â ď¸
First Love:
Over the years, Mythrae developed deep feelings for Kalandrin. Looking back, she suspected he may have felt similar feelings for her, but they never acted on them and thus were never romantically involved. But they were very close, and they even got matching tattoos on their face and neck.
Rebellion/Running Away:
Not long after her thirteenth birthday, the nightmares consuming her were all too powerful, affecting her mood and thought process. She became very anxious that these urges would soon take over, and she would hole herself in her room, away from others. Sometimes she would find herself arguing with Luaânna, too afraid to confide in her about the visions she was having. This did drive a wedge in their mother/daughter relationship, and Luaânna tried to chalk it up to typical teenaged hormones.
Otherwise, there wasnât any specific rebellion or running away that she would do.
Reckless Behavior:
One fateful night, the urges finally took over and she had her first killing spree. First, she stabbed Luaânna to death while she was sleeping in her bed. She then left their house in the Upper City, electrocuting any passerby that crossed her path. She snuck into Kalandrinâs house by climbing into his bedroom window. She had planned to stab him as well, yet he was awake in his room, reading a book. He thought that she was finally confessing her love for him, but instead, she cut his head off, keeping it as a prize for herself.
Her urge faded as she held Kalandrinâs head in her hands. Appalled by the grotesque scene, she quickly dropped his head, fleeing his bedroom as fast as she could. She didnât stop running until she was at the docks of the Grey Harbor, debating whether or not she should let herself drown for her crime.
Peer Pressure:
While she was debating whether she should jump into the harbor, Sceleritas Fel arrived, telling Mythrae that everything would be fine, that she was destined to become a cold-blooded killer for her father, Bhaal. He pressured her away from committing suicide, and instead, starting her life anew in the Temple of Bhaal. Knowing that her reputation would be tarnished come morning if she didnât go with him, she accepted, following him back into the sewers where her mother found her so many years ago.
Taking Responsibility:
In a way, Mythrae never publicly took responsibility for the lives she took that night. If anything, she was encouraged to continue her slaughtering, which she did to please Bhaal. But internally, she knew that she had wronged them â and so many people after â and she hated herself for it. She secretly wished for her old life back, and that her urges could fade away into nothing.
Part Four: Adulthood
â ď¸ TW - mentions of rape/sexual assault â ď¸
BEFORE THE NAUTILOUDâŚ
Serious Relationships:
Her first and only serious relationship was with Lord Enver Gortash, who had approached her about hatching a plan between the Chosen of the Dead Three. He had a charm about him that immediately drew her in, and they fell for each other quite quickly while working together to enslave the Elder Brain. He had even proposed to her with a ring she wore throughout most of the game events.
Their âFirst Timeâ:
Mythrae has pledged herself to celibacy until Bhaal instructed her to sire a new Bhaalspawn, originally planned to be with Gortash. However, Orin had disguised herself as the Chosen of Bane and attacked Mythrae, taking her virginity in the Temple of Bhaal before knocking her unconscious with her blade.
Work:
Up until Orin had attacked her, Mythrae was the leader of the Church of Bhaal, acting as the High Priestess over the congregation, preaching her father's word and leading various rituals.
Leaving Home:
A bit unique for Mythrae, considering it wasnât her choice to leave home in the first place. She had no intention of ever leaving Baldurâs Gate or the Temple of Bhaal. So, when she woke up on the Nautiloud flying through the Hells, she knew something wasnât right and that (at bare minimum) she was not meant to be here.
Aging:
Mythrae never really gave much of a thought to her age. She was young for an elf (around 139), and since elves can live for hundreds of years past that, she knew she had plenty of time to live a full life (devoted to Bhaal).
Finding Your Place
Mythrae was made to believe that the Temple of Bhaal was her place. That she would spend the rest of her days here, following every command her father gave to her. Thought she thought that maybe, just maybe, she was destined to do more with her life.
Starting A Family (Found or Otherwise)
She found family with the other Bhaalspawn in the Temple, however, her relationship with her siblings was very strained. They all wanted to be their father's favorite, especially Orin, who did not think Mythrae was worthy of her title.
Of course, she had planned to have Gortash as her husband when he became Archduke of Baldur's Gate so they could rule together, and also produce as many Bhaalspawn as father desired. Then, Mythrae was to kill Gortash, and become the rightful ruler of the city.
DURING GAME/AFTER THE ELDER BRAINâŚ
Serious Relationships:
After she escaped the Nautiloud, Mythrae didn't even give any thought to a potential serious relationship, as she was just trying to survive. However, she and Astarion grew very close, sharing similar traumas and feelings about the world. She didn't judge him for being a vampire, and he didn't judge her for the murderous urges, even after she tried to kill him. Their relationship further blossomed into a deep bond and they helped each other become better throughout their journey.
Their âFirst Timeâ:
Her first time (that wasnât part of a planned attack) didnât even happen until Act 3 with Astarion, after they had defeated Cazador for good. He had tried to seduce her before (Act 1 romance scene), but the trauma of her previous attack prevented her from moving forward, which the memory of it was explicitly shown to Astarion via tadpole connection.
But by the time Cazador was defeated, both of them felt comfortable and ready to share their first time with each other at his gravestone (and it was great. might write about it someday)!
Work:
After she rejected Bhaal, Mythrae found herself with nowhere to go. So, she and Astarion begin life in the Underdark together as mercenaries for hire. With her powerful spells and his sharpshooter skills, they become infamous throughout the land, with some Lolth-sworn drow ending up on the hunt after them. But as long as they have each other, theyâll be more than happy.
Leaving Home:
It wasnât the easiest decision, but Mythrae's biggest concern is Astarion living somewhere where he did not have to worry about the sun scorching his skin, so she told him that she would be willing to leave Baldur's Gate to be with him in the Underdark, where he would be safe.
Aging:
Nowadays, the thought of her aging comes up a bit more often. She knows that she can still live for hundreds of years with Astarion by her side, but at the same time, one day she will die, and he will live on without her. But she doesn't want him to think about it yet, so she tells herself it's a conversation they'll have further down the line.
Finding Your Place:
At first, Mythrae was cautious to move to the Underdark with Astarion, truth be told. Luaânna had never taken her there, though she shared her stories of her adventures down there. The only time she had gone were with her other companions on the way to Baldurâs Gate, and it was⌠a bit much, truth be told. But with her love by her side, they are able to find a home to make their own, getting into the routine of mercenary work and traveling through the lands to find any vampires that might need their help.
Starting A Family (Found or Otherwise):
To her, the party members sheâd grown so close to over so little time had become her found family. Sure, she and Astarion may not be able to see them as often as theyâd like, but they continue to gather every six months so they can catch up on their lives and remember the good (and bad) times. Mythrae also kept correspondence with Gale often, as he is researching the cure for vampirism at Blackstaff Academy.
Mythrae and Astarion know the risks that having a dhampir child could bring and the potential of bringing about another Bhaalspawn to the world, so they decide to not have children. They do have a sphinx cat, named Fluffington, that they treat like their own child, though. Theyâre the kind of cat parents to dress their pet up in cute little outfits for holidays and festivals!
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BG3 Fanfic Highlight: A Fighter at Heart
Bailey wakes.Â
Wakes to sand in their hair, blood on their clothes - their work clothes nonetheless, the only nice vest and trousers they own - and the taste of iron in their mouth.Â
The wide expanse of the blue sky hovers above them, rays of sunshine beating down on their face, it's the only thing aside from their loud, shallow breaths to remind them they're still alive; and it would be beautiful if that blue sky wasn't blemished by metal and pink flesh groaning above them, beside them - all around them.Â
The Nautiloid.Â
Bailey remembers.
A Fighter at Heart by compendiumcal (110,998 words, 38/60 chapters, Mature) Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Contains occasional explicit depictions of gore Pairings: Karlach/Tav, Shadowheart/Tav, Astarion/Tav, Halsin/Tav, Tav/Karlach/Shadowheart/Astarion/Halsin Top Tags: Named Tav, Plus-sized Tav, Tav is Described, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Polyamory, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Mostly Canon Compliant, Dialogue Heavy Summary: A look into how an otherwise unseeming cook at the Blushing Mermaid gets mixed up in the affairs of Gods and their chosen. A chronicle of them finding friendship in unlikely places, falling in love with even unlikelier people and saving the world.
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Reccer #1: I love that Tav is nonbinary, for starters; that their OC is poly too is icing on the cake- so many aspects that you don't see as often as I'd like to. Bailey's background is narratively compelling and expertly woven into the storyline following the events of the game. The way the author fleshes out scenes and characters, the way they write their party banter- all of it paints such a vivid picture of what they want their story to be. They do a dynamic job of exploring emotional depth, hurt, angst, comfort, pining, fear, and want all in one. It's a story you can't help but keep wanting to read and find out what Bailey is going to do or say next.
Reccer #2: This entire read has been fun from start to finish (still in progress, but at least to where I've read!). I fell in love with Bailey immediately, their backstory so far is thrilling. If you want to see incredible party banter that transforms into the sweetest little polycule then I can't recommend this fic enough. The story has a great balance of angst, fluff, hurt/comfort and great backstory for Bailey. Everyone in this fic is so well written, but I cannot stress enough how amazing the writing for Karlach is! Her voice is captured perfectly, and the sweet moments between her and Bailey have been my favorite so far.
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Hello! Since my main acc has been shadowbanned, I dug up this one only to tell you how marvellous your writing is. I haven't read all of your Rolan/Tav pieces yet, but oh my god, you are my favourite Rolan/Tav writer. You portray him and Tav so well, my heart beats faster every time. I am so lucky to have found you. Holy Rolan Empire is so lucky to have you! If your imposter syndrome ever shows up again, tell them to shut up because what you are doing is drop dead gorgeous, and beautiful, and wonderful, and remarkable... :D Thank you for sharing your talent with us. That moment with the flower in 'Kiss the Cook' almost made me cry. Can't wait to read more, please don't stop <3 P.S. Is it possible to see your druid Tav, or your other Tavs?
THIS IS THE SWEETEST EVER OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU. i'm working on a few new bits but ive had like no time i promise there's more coming <333
yes i would love to show you my tavs <3 just a note that i dont play with any mods so theyre all vanilla hahah. pics and brief descriptions are below the cut, if you want more details like their backstory or their stats etc lmk!!! i love talking about them <333
this was my first tav, raelia!!! she's a high elf wild magic sorceress and she romanced halsin. she's chaotic good.
this is fern!! she was my second tav, she's a wood elf druid. she's my fav but don't tell the others that. she romanced gale and she's lawful good.
this is nocturna, she's a joint tav my partner and i made because cross platform doesn't exist yet. she's a lolth sworn rogue. we haven't done much with her yet, so far she's true neutral but knowing my partner she'll end up chaotic evil.
finally this is zarra! she's a lolth sworn fighter and she's my dark urge. she's very new so i haven't made much progress with her yet. she's neutral evil but perhaps that will change throughout her journey who knows.
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For the Tav Ask (if you wanna do it)
Elspeth - 13 and 30
Sable - 11 and 14
Phaer'na - 15 and 18
Eeee yay thanks!!! đ
Left to right: Elspeth, Sable, Phaer'na
Elspeth
(high half-elf, cleric)
13. What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it?
She definitely doesnât enjoy it. Even when the party came upon the mindflayer at the crash site, she couldnât bring herself to kill it, and instead left it to die. The first few days of adventuring and having to kill enemies was rough for her. Eventually she realizes itâs a necessary evil.
30. Whatâs your favorite thing about your tav?
This is hard! I love so many things about Elspeth. If I had to narrow it down to one word, itâs her duality. Sheâs proper and noble and kind, but sheâs also fierce and intimidating when she needs to be. I love that she almost always has resting bitch face, but once you get to know her, you realize she truly has a heart of gold and wants to help anyone who needs it. Sheâs selfless, often taking a smaller portion at dinner so the other companions can have more, or giving Gale the only magical item she had at the timeâthe amulet of lost voicesâwhen he revealed his condition to her. Even though it would have been incredibly useful, she didnât hesitate to hand it over if it meant easing his suffering. I just love her so much.
Sable (resist Durge)
(wood half-elf, circle of the land druid, gloomstalker ranger)
Iâve only briefly mentioned Sable a couple times, so hereâs a short backstory:
Sable is a Bhaalspawn and was adopted by half-elf parents when she was a baby. When she was a childâprobably around 8 or 9âshe was traveling with her family when the carriage was destroyed by a freak accident. They were on a dirt road with no one else around, and Sable crawled out of the wreckage screaming for help, only to realize her mother, father, and the horseman of the carriage were dead. She mourned, she grieved, she ran her hands through their blood and felt something awaken in her. She shook it off, unshackled the horse from its bearings, and retreated to the woods, where she lived, alone but with many animal companions, until her Urge took over and she mindlessly wandered to Baldurâs Gate, driven only by insatiable bloodlust and whatever thing had control over her.
11. Weapon of choice?
Sable is a bow and arrow girl for sure. When she was Bhaalâs chosen before the events of the game, Iâm sure she enjoyed watching someone squirm under the sharp edge of a dagger, but resist!Durge Sable prefers to strike from the shadows.
14. What hobbies does your tav have?
Pre-Bhaal activating her Urge, Sable spent most of her time foraging in nature, tending to the animals, and mixing up tinctures and potions from the ingredients she found. She also enjoyed cooking and target practice.
Post-game, I think Sable has to figure out what her new hobbies are. She still finds cooking enjoyable, but feels selfish when she cooks only for herself and not Astarion. Heâll taste it, of course, but he takes no pleasure out of food, and has no need to actually eat. She still loves nature and animals, and spends as much time as she can in the forest. With Astarion unable to go out in the sun, theyâve started taking walks through the forest at night, and she has a good time seeing her familiar surroundings in the dark, noticing the nocturnal life that she normally doesnât get to see.
Phaerâna
(seldarine drow, college of swords bard)
Phaerâna is my newest tav and I donât know a lot about her yet! Sheâs a Seldarine Drow (worships Eilistraee), a bard, loves to dance, and sheâs romancing Wyll.
15. What NPCs do they like? Which ones do they dislike?
Phaerâna is my only tav who likes Volo. Elspeth finds him annoying and Sable finds him just absolutely insufferable. I, personally, fall somewhere in between the two of them. But Phaerâna freaking loves Volo. She knew exactly who he was and was so excited when he joined them at camp.
18. What would your tav be doing if they werenât kidnapped on the Nautiloid?
So I havenât figured out yet where Phaerâna is from or how she got kidnapped, but she worked as a tailor/seamstress/fashion designer in her motherâs clothing shop before the events of the game. She enjoys it, but sheâs always wanted to branch out and be an adventurer, so she would probably be either still working or on an adventure of her own.Â
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Shamelessly sharing this again.
This series is moving right along, and I am honestly so proud of it. 18 yr hiatus, and I bust the door open with this? Makes me so happy ngl. Part 10 is READY, but I am debating on if I should post it now, or after Christmas. Part 11 is gonna be kind of a wild ride, and will need more time to cook. If you're new to the series, I do hope you enjoy it. This is not only a Gale-based romance fic, but it's been largely responsible for how I have fleshed out my Tav. Her backstory is rich, tragic, and I have never put this much thought into a character before...and I play D&D! I am a sucker for character creation. But this? It hits different. I'm discovering her as much as she is, and that is such a cool thing to me. Anyway, read and enjoy. If you feel so inclined, please consider sharing this with anyone you think would like it! **OBLIGATORY 18+ ONLY MESSAGE. DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR**
#The Weave and the Vines#galemance#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 gale#baldur's gate gale#gale#gale romance#gale x tav#baldurs gate#gale bg3#tav x gale#baldurs gate gale#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic#ao3 link#fanfic#fanfiction#ao3 stuff#archive of our own#sagora x gale#Sagora Crefort#fem!tav#They are so fucking cute and tragic together I can't even#I am very proud of this#I was so scared to share it but I'm glad I did
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Get to Know my Tav!
Thank you to @sporeservant for putting together this ask game! Behold, my Tav!
Silence | Tiefling Monk | She/Her
What is your TavâsâŚ
favorite weapon: Silence uses her master's old staff, when she's not just punching, kicking, or using elemental ki attacks. Or explosives.
style of combat: Fast and chaotic. Silence was a tavern brawler before her master took her in and taught her the monkish arts, and the more she progresses in her adventure, the more her old "win at any cost, no such thing as a fair fight" comes out. It was a bad day for the Absolute when Silence discovered smokepowder bombs.
most prized possession: Her master's collection of notes. Travel notes, recipes, remedies, poetry... The old man wrote down everything, and Silence regrets not taking more in when he was alive to teach her.
deepest desire: At a surface level, she believes it's revenge for her master and lover's deaths. Underneath that, though, it's the peace and belonging she felt with them.
guilty pleasure: Drunken brawling. She can only keep up the zen act for so long...
best-kept secret: She's afraid of never being loved, and dying alone
greatest strength: Determination
fatal flaw: Insecurity
favorite smell: The tea blends her master taught her to make
favorite spell or cantrip: Either Fist of Four Thunders, or Ride the Wind (in my head she absolutely has a wuxia-esque scene of soaring over the rooftops at some point)
pet peeve: People being casual about demonic/infernal forces. As a tiefling born to human parents and abandoned, she knows the consequences of dabbling with the infernal
bad habit: Taking on other people's problems without thinking things through
hidden talent: Tea-blending. She thought it was a stupid hobby when her master tried to teach her. Now that she's turned her mind to it seriously as a way to remember him, it turns out she has a talent for it
leisure activity: Either qi gong style exercises, or, if she's feeling more energetic, climbing the nearest tall tree or building, as high as she can go
favorite drink: Either tea or wine, depending on her mood
comfort food: Hearty, slow cooked comfort foods like soups and stews. And peaches.
favorite person: In the past, that was her master, and Veldryn, her lover. In the present, it's Astarion (even when he drives her mad)
favored display of affection (platonic and/or romantic): Hugs! She's strong, and a hug from her is the tightest you'll ever get. Will even wrap her tail around you to get as much hug as possible!
fondest childhood memory: Climbing onto the rooftop of the monastery where she was dumped. Staying there all night, knowing no one would miss her until morning, and almost feeling free
Is there anything else you'd like to share?: Only that I haven't felt so fond of an OC for a very long time, and she broke a horrendously long writer's block for me. I haven't included her full backstory here, but feel free to ask more!
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A Distant Past- Gortash x My Tav
Rating: Mature Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Pairing: Enver Gortash x OC Tags: Slightly suggestive, a bit of angst, Gortash spoilers, BG3 spoilers, pre-events of Baldur's Gate 3, Gortash backstory, OC backstory A/N: I have no idea when I'm going to get around to writing my fic about my Tav, Orlando, but I'm coming up with all sorts of content for it. It's just completely out of order. So, here's a little mini-fic which will be featured in my eventual fanfic. For context, this occurs after Gortash and my Tav have escaped the House of Hope, but years before the events of Baldur's Gate 3 :) Want to know more about my Tav? Check her out here
Lifting his head from his cluttered desk, Enver pinches the bridge of his nose, willing the pressure of a nascent migraine to dissipate. Heâs been working for hours, maybe even days, with little to show for it. Unfinished, half-baked ideas litter his workspace and heâs certain his five oâclock shadow has progressed into full beard territory. His dark eyes flick over to where Orlando is scratching away at some parchment, the grip on her quill irontight. The Tieflingâs forehead is crinkled in concentration, as she is no doubt absorbed in formulating some new potion derived from her luminescent tears. Recently, she made a bit of money selling a vial to a scientist of middling renown, who hopes to turn them into a viable light source. But that one sale hasnât been much in the way of funds, hence her dedication to expanding her little business.
Enver listens to the harsh scratch of her pen on parchment and smiles to himself. Orlandoâs patience is endless. How long has it been since they slipped through Raphaelâs claws? A decade, at least. And how long has Enver been promising her safety, security, stability? Even longer.Â
Thus far, heâs been able to provide exactly nothing for her. Heâs resorted to thievery and scrounging around for whatever food and living accommodations he can find. It was Orlando that managed to secure the two of them a temporary home, albeit water damaged and reeking of brine. A hut on the beach in Baldurâs Gate isnât exactly prime real estate, but it serves its purpose for now. Shelter and somewhere to work is all Enver really needs. He is a man of unwavering perseverance, more so than he even realizes, yet, in his late twenties.Â
Even in this dingy shack theyâve commandeered as a workspace, Enver sees promise. He sees potential, if he can get any of his damn machines to actually work. Miniature prototypes of devices heâs given the temporary titles of, âSteel Soldiers,â (a name he plans to change one day) lay disassembled around his workspace. Blueprints for better designs, newer designs, cover his desk and spill onto the floor. Meanwhile, Orlando has laid claim to a small desk in the corner, comfortable in the dark and claustrophobic den sheâs built for herself. Sheâs always been more productive in small, shadowy spaces. She glances up for a moment, webbed ears perking up when she hears Enver sigh. She meets his gaze and beams gently.
Part of Enver wishes he could give Orlando the life sheâs always imagined, the one she wrote to him about in the secretive notes they used to pass back and forth in the House of Hope. Were she to stay with him, perhaps he could give her some semblance of that life, though it certainly wouldnât be the saccharine fantasy sheâd cooked up all those years ago. A fantasy she also appears to have abandoned. Years of struggling to make ends meet seem to have dashed any hopes she had for a cottage in the woods with a gaggle of children and flocks of sheep (or was it chickens? He canât recall).
Enver is certain he can give Orlando a life better than the simple one she imagined as a child. He is meant for greater, grander things, and so is she. Orlando is more lethal than she realizes. Were she to unlock her potential, were Enverâs potential to be recognized- by the gods, theyâd be unstoppable. Bane would no doubt be pleased. And whatever eldritch patron Orlando is bound to- well, itâs safe to say theyâd benefit from a union as powerful as his and hers.Â
Enver lets his mind wander for a moment. In another life, he stands at the grand window in a magnificent office. His magnificent office, one with mahogany shelves from floor to ceiling and space for him to fiddle with his machines. The deep blue waters of the Sword Coast shimmer brightly in his view, and Enver knows heâs made it. Heâs the top of the top, the cream of the crop. In this dream, in this life, he is beloved, feared, and standing victoriously on the pinnacle of the world. A portrait of him, powerful and commanding, hangs above the mantelpiece, with Orlando sitting elegant and proud at his side. Triumphant, he swivels back to the window, gloating over the city that failed him so spectacularly as a child. However, the dream suddenly shifts. Night descends on Baldurâs Gate and the stars twinkle softly in their heavenly bezels.Â
Enver still stands at his office window, a newborn son swaddled in his arms. The boyâs chubby cheeks are softer than velvet, his teeny, pink lips slightly parted in peaceful slumber. He looks like his mother, right down to the little horns sprouting from his head and the bioluminescent spots on his delicately webbed ears. But he has his fatherâs eyes (and possibly his nose, though itâs still a bit early to tell). He is the picture of innocence, cherubic and new. The world is a marvel to him still, the mysteries of which his parents will help him unravel in time. Mysteries Enver had to unravel for himself when he was a boy. Â
A surge of contempt wells in Enverâs chest. Looking down at the sweet face of his little one, he cannot fathom how a parent could sell their child. He simply cannot comprehend letting anyone wrench his precious babe from his arms in exchange for a petty amount of gold. His son- Mirak or Nikhil, he decides (he recalls Orlando daydreaming about naming a son one of these names)- stirs, wriggling restlessly in his blanket. When the boy yawns, the slightest squeak escapes his throat, and Enver feels his heart swell. Who could be so cruel as to assign value to that which is priceless?Â
In this other life, he feels Orlandoâs arms snake around his waist and pull him close. She rests her head against his broad shoulders and when she leans up to press a lingering kiss to Enverâs neck, he smells her sweet jasmine and musk perfume, and for a moment, Enver could convince himself this life is real.
âMy handsome men,â she affectionately hums, squeezing him tight. Enver shifts the baby to one arm, wrapping his other around his wife and drawing her near. The feeling that surges through him in this moment is foreign, utterly unknown to him. Is this what itâs like to feel unconditional love? Love without expectation? Love not as a commodity or something to earn, but something entirely inherent and guaranteed? Here they stand, a family of three. United, as they should be. As families ought to be.
But this life will never be. Enverâs trajectory has not allowed room for the comforts of settling down. This other life is a fantasy in every sense of the word. A ridiculous notion Orlando planted in his head over years of pining after a life that will always be out of reach. He must carry on, determined as ever. If life will not give him what he wants, then he must take it for himself.
A gentle touch draws Enver from his thoughts, ink-stained fingers carding softly through his jet black locks. Velvet lips press tender kisses to his cheekbones, scratching against his stubble and smiling softly against his skin.
âCome to bed?â Orlando tempts, her voice a drawl as her hands smooth along his shoulders. Meeting her eyes, Enver knows in his heart that they are on the cusp of something brilliant. Something life changing. He will stop at nothing to ensure a safe future for himself, for Orlando.
Enver grasps Orlandoâs hand, pulling her into him, letting her settle on the desk in front of him. Her startled gasp turns to a giggle, which is swiftly hushed when his lips crash hungrily into hers. Orlando returns his kiss with equal fervor. Enver doesnât have time for sleep, not if he wants to build the life heâs promised her for so long. But Enver wonât say no to blowing off some steam, refreshing his thoughts and losing himself in his cherished one for a while.
A/N: I don't intend for this fic to have any redemption arcs for Gortash. I want it to purely be a dual route fic: one ending with a corruption arc for my Tav and one ending where she will have to face off with Gortash. But I can't resist writing about what could have been in another life, if things had gone differently for them. Thank you for reading :) More to come.
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Hey! I am really enjoying your fic "Perfect Slaughter". You are such a great writer and I am always excited when a new chapter comes out :D
Do you have any other ideas for fics in the bg3 fandom cooking? Or hell, maybe even for other fandoms? I feel like there is so much potential ( especially with the flexibility of Tav-ships).
I feel like just for Astarion there are soooo many things I want to explore ( though I am terrible at actually bringing stuff to paper so I depend on cool writers like yourself)
Also, kind of semi-related, but in another ask you mentioned that you thought you were over vampires so I am wondering: did you ever play vampire the masquerade: bloodlines by any chance? That seems to be THE vampire game, or so the internet has me believe :P
~Regarding my fic Perfect Slaughter (Astarion x Tav, Astarion backstory-centric)~
Thank you so much anon!!
To be honest, my writer's mind is a bit consumed right now with the Perfect Slaughter tadpole, so otherwise I'm still just browsing recipes rather than cooking anything on the backburner yet đ I probably will write a couple self-indulgent Tyrus/Astarion one-shots based on my current playthrough, once I finish it, but we'll see if I end up posting them.
Once I finish the first draft of PS, though, this answer may change! I'm really enjoying the nontoxic vibes of the bg3 fandom thus far, so I'd love to set up shop here for a while đĽ°
In regards to VTMB, I have not ventured into that bloody world yet. I am mostly a D&D 5E girlie at the moment, though I'm a lot more interested now in doing a Curse of Strahd campaign one day and trying out VTMB....fingers crossed!
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