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tfw you fall for the True Soul but he's a chaotic fuck
#Raphael bg3#Raphael x Tav#raphael the cambion#bg3 memes#bg3 shitpost#bg3#baldur's gate 3#evil tav#OC: Reign
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your hands around my heart, you're in control
you're the only one I keep so close
Possession and devotion...or destruction?
Thank you once again to @sinizade for this lovely art of Gan and Astarion!!!!!!!
#Ilina Gavren#Gan#Astarion#Astarion Ancunin#Ascended Astarion#Ascendant Astarion#Astarion x Tav#BG3 tav#BG3 OC#evil tav#BG3#Baldur's Gate 3#otp: hand in despicable hand#sinizade#razrogue commission#blood#they deserve each other: affectionate and derogatory#a hot mess of a couple but they are compelling to me LMAO
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Brb, laughing my ass off.
New save, decided to try the Dark Urge. Didn't want to mix it up with my "Tav" save. I can't stop laughing.
"I'm in quite the state, but I think I'm Evil Tav--"
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Au where the evil tav breaks mintharas mind and keeps her as their drooling pet
#art#my art#minthara baenre#evil tav#mindbreak au (?)#mindbreak minthara#minthara baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate 3#bg3#bg3 minthara#bg3 tav#baldurs gate fanart#fanart#lobotomized minthara
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The innocent face of a woman whose murder body count is so high, it'll take at least 3 pairs of hands to count them. At least.
Drawing I started right after I had a family tragedy strike but I finally went back and finished it. 💜 I love Efenity's face in-game because she always just looks cutesy and a bit mischievous when she's actually like the Worst Person™️
Also, the screenshot I was referencing:

#efenity#my art#bg3#bg3 tav#tav oc#storm sorcerer#dnd oc#half elf#baldurs gate tav#evil tav#elf art#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate iii#bg3 fanart
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"You could easily rule through fear. But just as easily through love."
i'm enjoying the new evil endings and this one felt super fitting for Avernele
#my art#bg3#baldurs gate 3#bg3 tav#oc: avernele#evil tav#patch 7#bg3 spoilers#girl's got a massive ego aint no way she's taking over the world without a giant statue#and twisting people's desires to build her evil empire is exactly the sort of thing avernele would do given the chance
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BG3 Durge run: casualty list, sunmary etc. Durge spoilers.
I absolutely loved this run. Durge is like playing a completely different game! The plot is fantastic, and the dialogues are hilarious and very clever.
My Durge looks almost exactly like this! Love this tattoo design.
Party: Durge fighter, Astarion, Shart, random hireling sorcerer. Picking Duergar was a Choice, their movement is dogshit and they keep getting stuck on jumps 😭
Act 1
Gale: maimed, presumed dead. Unless Mystra took pity on him.
The Grove: bloodbath. Stole everything that wasn't nailed down.
Wyll: dead
Goblin leaders: dead. Minthara tried to shiv me when i picked Astarion over her, should have rerolled just to see her romance scene but it was late and I was tired.
Karlach: dead. Attacked me on sight yelling about the Grove massacre, which was weird but cool. How did she knowwwwww.
Laezel: dead, because she tried to shiv me when i was sick. Otherwise we were besties 😭
Act 2
Oliver: squished
He Who Was: openly likes me, headcanon dating.
Last Light Inn: bloodbath
Jahira: dead
Isobel: dead
Yurgir: freed from contract because i couldn’t trick him into yeeting himself
Nightsong: dead
Shart: Dark Justiciar mode.
Durge plot: think I'm figuring it out. Orin is getting slapped later.
Daddy Thorm: dead. Surprisingly easy to kill when everyone has misty step and range.
Githyanki plot: pretty much ignored.
Romances: dating Astarion, flirting with Shart.
Durge has slayer form which everyone else in the camp thinks is gross, but Durge absolutely loves it.
Act 3
Picking and choosing quests is fun! I'm already level 8 so can easily ignore stuff that feels too "good" to be of interest.
Somehow my general terribleness has made me Chronically Single. So I had to bang drow beef without the offer of a foursome. Sigh. Choosing the "kinky" options was hilarious.
Kissed and made up with Gortash. He's a good guy really, very swauve. Looking forward to killing him later.
Ascended Astarion. Went at level 10, fight was surprisingly easy now I know the mechanics of the power boosts. Also having Turn Undead is big and clever. Watching Cazador scuttle like a cockroach was very cathartic.
Murder tribunal: Met Saravok, he was fun! Chatted about the old days, killed an elephant, bathed in some blood. Good times.
Nightsong redux: Robbed Lorroakan while he sulked about the Nightsong being dead. Astarion can now summon Ghouls. (Genuinely, just hopped on downstairs and cleaned out the vault. Not a single combat reaction from anyone. Bugged? Or just wizarding hubris? Didn't try to take anything from the main tower tho as I didn't need the robes or staff.)
House of Grief: Shart turned about 1/4 of the adds to our side, so it was a surprisingly easy fight. Shart is now God's Extra Special Princess.
Orin: died in 3 turns, just went Slayer on her and ripped her apart. Fun! Astarion has a new sword.
Saravok redux: Durge has a nice new sword and hat. Although he did one-shot me at one point. Don't know why I expected anything other than a fight, honestly.
Gortash: roasted by the Netherbrain. Saves me killing him I guess. Bit annoyed that I couldn't loot him.
Ignored Raphael and Orpheus completely. Gave the Emperor the Netherstones. Pretty much zero Githyanki plot on this run, as it seemed pointless with Laezel dead.
Netherbrain: much harder with only 2 sets of allies! Blinding the dragon helped, and for some reason the mage got stuck and glitched, so I consider the fight Cheesed By Accident.
Ending: murdered the Emperor, dominated the Netherbrain, turned my party into thralls, ruled the world as Bhaal's Chosen. Epic end scene, absolutely brilliant. IN BHAAL'S NAME!
#bg3 durge#durge#bg3#bg3 spoilers#durge spoilers#durgetash#durge tav#durge run#bg3 bhaalspawn#bhaal babe#bhaalspawn tav#bhaal#evil tav#if evil why hot#astarion#shadowheart
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Some more unique Banite lines from the restored Bane mod! You can be grossed out by Selune's radiance,
torture a fairy for fun,
delight in more pain,
be really sadistic when torturing He Who Was' prisoner,
be totally cool with Shar worship,
dismiss Selune's daughter and get mad about being tricked (tricks probably lend power to Cyric and that's not on...)
and best of all, try to get Ketheric Thorm to work for you 😂
(also this tickled me for some reason)
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#shitposting brought to you by mind flayer tadpoles#BG3#Baldur's Gate 3#BG3 critical#Larian critical#BG3 spoilers#Baldur's Gate 3 spoilers#evil tav#evil!tav#Batstarion almost made up for it but getting to join Minthara on her quest would have totally been worth it 😩#if you saw this post before no you didn't lol
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NEW EVIL TAV???? YESSSSIR
she was raised by goblins and is nothing but power-hungry. At the start, she tries to be diplomatic and manipulative but in the end; she'll always side with the more bloody and entertaining option hehe
#art#fypage#sketch#trans artist#doodle#bg3 tav#tav#digital aritst#new artist#young artist#fanart#foryou#artists on tumblr#fyp2023#bg3 fanart#bg3#baldurs gate#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate tav#evil tav#evil route#video games#art wip#current wip#my wips#wip#wip art#work in progress#evil#evil oc
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Baby, You're The Devil I Know (Ascended Astarion)
Ascended Astarion x Tav
Tags: Evil Tav, Post Rite of Profane Ascension, Canon Divergence, Light Angst, A Little Hurt and A Little Comfort
Chapter Summary: Astarion finally makes it back to their camp, hopeful that he would be able to make things right with the only person he wanted to share his future with
Notes: The music is winding down and we're finally at the last chapter! These two are flawed but so devoted and romantic, they deserve each other. I appreciate every one who has enjoyed and engaged with this small glimpse into the relationship of the Spawn turned Ascendant and the Assassin he fell hopelessly in love with 🫶🏾
Read what happened immediately after the ritual on AO3 Read all 4 chapters of what unfolded in that aftermath on AO3
Camp wasn't particularly lively but there seemed to be a buzz in the air nevertheless. He knew Gan had definitely returned judging by the mostly relieved looks on almost everyone's faces. He wasn't sure what she'd said to everyone, if she'd even said anything about their argument in the tavern. Minthara had not greeted him by smiting so maybe Gan had kept everything to herself.
When he'd stopped by temporarily the other day to drop off the staff and let everyone know they were okay, he could sense a change. Shadowheart had run over, her expression beset with worry when she didn't see Gan with him. Gale stood outside his tent, a faint smile dragged across his lips when he heard Astarion say Gan was fine, but his eyes wore a hint of sadness.
It wasn't lost on Astarion how almost everyone's behavior towards him had shifted. Shadowheart and Gale seemed weary and cautious, almost sad. Minsc was always in his own world while Boo seemed more prickly than usual. Jaheira's expression was her usual steeliness but she had made it a point to tell him how they'd be cozy neighbors after everything was dealt with. Lae'zel scoffed at his shortsightedness, as she called it, but she was behaving no different than before towards him.
Minthara though? She was a surprise. She seemed genuinely happy for him. Happy that he had seized the power and struck down Cazador. No chastisement, no sad looks, no veiled threats. Just congratulations and genuine happiness.
Sure these people weren't necessarily his friends but that moment in camp made him feel like the camaraderie they'd been building and developing over their journey had been conditional. Of course he was one of the gang until he'd done something they didn't exactly approve of. The ritual and its outcome seemed to bring out a side of nearly everyone that would have been devastating to him under his old circumstances. The spawn might have been hurt, lashed out at them, even shed a few tears over it when he was alone on a hunt perhaps. But now? Now it was merely annoying. Anyone who really mattered to him, they supported him. And their loyalty would be rewarded.
Her tent was empty but he figured she had to be in her little spot. The group had been camping near the port by an abandoned tower off the river. A tower that despite its dilapidated appearance, she’d claimed as her own. For thinking, for scheming, he wasn’t sure what for but she’d spent some nights there once they’d decided to lay low here. He carefully made the climb up, carefully stepping upon each rickety step, and found her perched on a precarious ledge overlooking the water.
She didn't even turn to see who'd come up after her, knowing it could only be him.
“So who am I talking to? The great and powerful vampire ascendant?” Her voice cracked a little as she tried and failed to mask the hurt she was feeling, “or has my Plum come to talk to me?”
Astarion sighed. She had supported him. Even when the rest of the companions were displeased he was even considering usurping Cazador's ritual, Gan stood up for and beside him. She never said to him he was wrong or right. She simply asked him if this is what he wanted and trusted him to do what worked for him. For the first time in a long time, he was free to really choose for himself. Astarion hadn’t had this sort of freedom in centuries and it was frightening at first. He’d even asked her outright what he should do. And Gan simply told him, you do what you need to do, I’ll be there whatever you decide.
So as he tried to push past the awful words Cazador was saying, deciding in that moment what he wanted, he turned to her for help. To help him reclaim his freedom and never have to live in fear, once and for all.
I can do this but I need your help.
She didn’t chastise. She didn’t mock. She did what she always did. Whenever they turned to her in their times of need, looking for guidance, she always asked if it was what they wanted. Some might have thought it foolish. Many would have said you should try to persuade your friends, especially when they’re faced with huge life decisions. But that wasn’t her style. Her style was always to leave their decision or mess making to them. It wasn’t her life to live, she'd told them and they’d have to live with their actions. She said the same to Wyll. To Karlach. To Lae’zel. To Shadowheart. To Gale. And now, it was his turn. He had to have faith in his choices and that was all she ever pushed anyone to consider. For better or worse.
She stood there, looking at him intently, only asking him one thing: is this what you want?
Cazador was in shock as he trembled on the ground, trying his best to get Astarion to walk away, foolishly thinking his belittlement would shake him like it had numerous times before. But he was different now. He stood there before him, dagger in hand, the same one Astarion recognized as the one he used to write the infernal on his back. Upon realizing what he held in his hand, Astarion knew exactly what he wanted to do.
The rest of their companions protested vehemently and their cries went ignored. He ignored everything around him, save for her.
Help me do this. Please.
Gan simply nodded and proceeded to let their tadpoles mingle until their minds intertwined. More than their minds really, their beings had become like one. Her eyes were his eyes. Their memories and emotions were one in that moment. They both drowned out everything but each other and began.
Astarion realized what he was blinded to earlier as they faced off in the inn. He didn’t need to compel her. He never did because she was always there. By choice. A choice he’d almost taken from her. Thinking about it, he knew where she stood. What she wanted. And for some reason, whether valid or foolish, she chose to be there with him.
Well he certainly didn't want to admit that to her just then. She was already giving him a look that he was beginning to waver under. Her eyes could melt him, probably literally if she put her mind to it. She trusted him and in a power filled haze he almost destroyed that.
"Yes, well there's no rush," he finally remarked, trying to appear nonchalant as he looked at his nails, "things can be sorted out after we've brought the brain under our control."
Gan closed her eyes, contemplating this “apology” he'd conjured up.
The two of them had really been through a lot, as far as their respective lives, and together with each other over the past few months. Both had done things and endured things in their lives that others wouldn't understand. When they finally started showing each other glimpses of who they really were underneath, they realized they'd found someone who could understand. Someone who saw the darkness and instead of asking them to come to the light or running away, they opened their arms and eventually their hearts. They embraced the messy, the bloody, the scary, and the shadows. They saw those raw edges and didn't say they needed to be sanded away. Instead they were all in for each other, ready to sharpen and hone, acknowledging the edges and that the world would just have to adjust to them or move out of their path.
She held up her hand, placing it gently in his open waiting palm, while he helped her up to her feet. He leaned back against the wall as she stepped in front of him, finally resting his hands on her waist.
As her brown eyes peered up at him, he cursed to himself that their argument was why her normally alert eyes were puffy and tinged with redness. Her cheeks still slightly damp from tears that he'd caused her to shed. He'd strike down anyone who brought harm to his Darling One but what to do when it was him. They'd both pushed each other but he didn't care who was at fault, he just wanted to make sure she was okay. He wanted her to feel better and red eyes and tears, no matter whether they were fresh or not, were far from that goal. Gan wrapped her arms tightly around him and rested her head against his chest.
"I don't like seeing tears in your eyes, love," he finally said as he gently stroked her back. She remained quiet, choosing to relish the comfort and closeness in this moment. He deserved to be slapped, maybe a small reminder of what Bloodthirst in the hands of an unholy assassin was capable of, but right then she just wanted his arms around her.
The two of them stood there embracing each other quietly for a few minutes until he stirred and raised her chin up so he could look at her. He needed to look her in the eyes. Needed her to understand. He did not like feeling the way he was right now and it unsettled him a little that this had affected him the way it did. He was the Vampire Ascendant, something new, something else, and he didn’t want to be burdened by this regret that was bubbling up in him.
"Do you hear me?" Though his expression and voice were stern, his touch was far gentler this time, nothing like the painful hold back at the tavern.
Her eyes searched his face, noting how his brow furrowed and his jaw held tension. He was remorseful, or at least she hoped he was, and for now she'd let things be.
"Behave yourself and you won't see them," Gan countered before closing her eyes and leaning into his touch.
"I guess that depends on you then, doesn't it," Astarion quipped before pressing a kiss to her forehead. Gan grabbed hold of his side strongly enough that he quickly uprighted himself, hissing loudly through gritted teeth as he glared down at her. His reflection in her brown eyes surrounded by a quiet ferociousness; that defiant side of her peeking through the sadness that had covered her face mere moments ago.
Astarion huffed and shrugged his shoulders, freeing himself from her grip and shaking off the moment. "Well now that that's dealt with, shall we descend this death trap of a structure and get back to solid ground?" With a swift smack to her ass, he released her and motioned towards the ragged stairs.
This partnership of two troubled souls who'd traversed the darkness alone before meeting each other was one of many firsts for both of them. By choice, hand in hand, they decided they would walk off into the future by each other's sides. A future they were seizing for themselves and woe to anyone who dared to get in their way.
#Ilina Gavren#Gan#BG3 tav#evil tav#Astarion#Astarion Ancunin#Ascended Astarion#Ascendant Astarion#Astarion x Tav#Tavstarion#BG3#Baldur's Gate 3#otp: hand in despicable hand#razrogue writes#divider by anitalenia#long post#I'm honestly surprised that song wasn't in my year-end wrap up because it was the main song I listened to while writing this lol
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Gods it'd been so long since I had the goblin party and it's only gotten buggier since launch. Minthara is so eager to send you to moonrise that if you've rizzed your way into multiple companions advances you don't even get to have your fun with them because the choice menu doesn't trigger.
Also it's so painful to watch Gale and Shadowheart struggle with their conscious and the subtle differences in Astarion are not lost on me either.
I think it's good my first run was evil durge rather than good Tav because it's so much harder doing evil now when I know what they can be with a kind leader.
#Rambles#Goblin party#Evil tav#It do be buggy#bg3#baldur's gate 3#astarion#astaribun#Gale#Shadowheart
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Linnea | Cleric of Lolth | Tempest Domain
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I RECENTLY FINISHED MY BHAAL'S CHOSEN ENDING
Y'know, the absolute ending is the first one I saw in my original non-durge playthrough, because I quicksaved before the final choice out of curiosity. My character was always going to end up a villain in some way.
Except, the original ''absolute'' ending sucked ass? It was a Evangelion ''everyone claps'' ending. You'd enthrall everyone, sit down, say the words and everyone claps. Credits roll. Game is finished- It didn't feel that satisfying tbh.
Now I did the ''in the name of bhaal'' ending recently, and the cinematic changes are definitely appreciated. Your companions looking around as if they're happy with what you just did rather than clap with yellow glowing eyes.
I do like the idea of Astarion not being enthralled here, both of them walking into an uncertain future as Durge Loki is set on fullfilling daddy's wishes of ending the world no matter what. (The cinematic is a tiny bit longer and much cooler tbh.)
Perhaps a part of him hopes Astarion kills him as they sit at the seat as the absolute together, but he hesitates and doesn't end up going through with it. (More in the vein of, I thought ruling the world together would be more fun, rather than watching it burn below us while you suffer under your father's hold.) Bhaal refuses to let Loki rest or enjoy things beyond murder and destruction until all but he and Astarion are left. Centuries after the deed is done, they'll watch the stars of that universe collapse together before their death, spending decades in each others arms with no Bhaal, no foes, gods, heroes, or anything else to bother them.
''My sole endeavor now is making this world yours and mine alone.''
But turned up to a 1000..
Nah, angst is good but I prefer villains with some cozy domestic enjoying life side dish. I like a manor more than an empty post-apocalyptic world.
And this is why Locke/Loki is not canonically a durge, he has his own entire story and origin quest- most of which I drafted before I knew anything about durge or bhaalspawn. So when you eventually read more of his lore as it pops up in the comic, do know any similarities to durge are purely coincidental. I knew NOTHING about it cuz I worked on Loki's story while playing EA, finishing and altering the draft during my first full release playthrough way before any spoilers were posted online or epilogue was added. I explicitly avoided browsing social media and tags while playing the game.
My first playthrough as durge came much later, and I ended up deleting it and redoing it.
Loki's name changed a few times when I worked on him too, I even have old notes in my sketchbook reflecting how different his personality was at first. Might be funny to look back at it in a few years. Who knows.
#lord astarion#chosen of bhaal#ascended astarion#queue#queued post#male tav#durge#my tav#evil tav#bg3#baldurs gate 3
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Fucked up fade to black BG3 evil Tav/Aradin fic. I guess, like, maybe don't read it if you actually like Aradin? 😅
Up to you on AO3
Rated M; mind the non con warning and tags folks
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Within minutes of the initial altercation, Tav was more or less alone on the path with the unconscious mercenary. Slipping a vial from his pack, Tav downed a quick strength potion with a smirk, hoisted the man’s limp form off the ground, and set off to haul him back out of the grove.
Nobody seemed to care about two strangers leaving through the gate again. It didn’t take long before Tav had dragged the human out to a secluded nook of a cave he’d spotted on the way towards the grove community.
Just in time, too. The man was already starting to stir and mutter. Tav dropped him unceremoniously in the dirt and dug a length of rope from his own pack. Nimble, practiced fingers made quick work of several secure knots— and by the time the human was coming properly back into consciousness, Tav had him bound, gagged, and propped up against the damp, rough rock.
Crouching down in a comfortable squat on his heels, Tav smacked him across the face a couple times, just because he could, grinning to himself as he watched the man progress through the stages of coming to. First: flinching in groggy confusion. Next: bleary struggling as he blinked further awake. And lastly— always Tav’s favourite part— the scowl of angry confusion as some semblance of comprehension finally dawned.
“’hh uh’ huck?”
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My Lolth-sworn drow sorcerer Evil!Tav. His name is Weaver (pronouns he/it) and he is HORRIBLE <3333 he had just escaped a loath sworn devout cult he was trapped in and fled into Baldurs gate when the mindflayers took him, and now he wants the world to know the pain he felt
I’ve been doing an evil run in baldurs gate (it’s so hard I keep feeling so guilty 😭😂) and I’ve fallen head over heels for my Evil!Tav. Will be drawing him more lol
#evil!tav#evil tav#tav#bg3 tav#my tav#baldurs gate fanart#baldurs gate#baldurs gate 3#bg3#bg3 fanart#drow#lolth#cult#original character#fan character#digital sketch#art#queer#trans#trans masc#dungeons and dragons#blues sketchbook
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