#ilithid tav

[mooreaux]

A pair of sketchy full body commissions for @sorcerervaati ! Thank you so much for commissioning me 🥰

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[wisp-of-chaos]

So ... are we calling the ilithified Tav/Emperor ship "Nautiloid" or what? Because y'know it's an mind flayer ship

[space-blue]

Live footage of me finding Zevlor in Thorm's basement:

[unclefaust]

The day after the rescue of the city :D

[kirain]

Finally doing a Gale-mance this playthrough (I've done Shadowheart and Karlach and had to gently turn Gale down both times) and while I initially mildly turned off by his grand gestures and flowery prose, it's rapidly growing on me because he's just so... earnest? Like yeah, he's theatrical but its all genuine. (And after reading your meta I've become suspicious that Big Grand Gestures are all he knows because what's a small, sentimental gesture to a goddess? I didn't go with the Astral Sex scene because I wouldn't have been able to handle it but now I'm glad I did for narrative reasons too.)

I'm happy for you! Many of my friends have also fallen down the X companion to Gale pipeline, but they didn't regret it. 😆

I also didn't choose the astral sex scene, but as an asexual, it doesn't bother me. I know a lot of people are 50/50 on it, but I think it's just another beautiful expression of love. The good news is I don't think it impacts Gale's decisions. You can try it and still tell him you prefer him as a man, and he'll be grateful.

Gale is theatrical, but you're right—it's what became expected of him. He was in a constant state of trying to impress a goddess. It's honestly heartbreaking, because I have a feeling he wouldn't have explored such grand gestures if not for Mystra, who according to both the game and D&D lore loves unconventional sex involving the Weave. I can't even imagine being under that kind of pressure.

Personally, I also found Gale's sex scenes to be painfully telling, because he doesn't make it about what he wants. Like you said, he's earnest. It might be his last night alive, but he focuses solely on your pleasure. He does all the work, he offers different methods, and he conjures a bed for your comfort. While he certainly is seeking support and doesn't want to be alone, he wants to spend what little time he has left making the one he loves happy.

He's also one of the few companions who will fully embrace your ilithid form, admire you for your sacrifice, and actively search for a cure and magical means to feed/protect you. He sets boundaries (like not allowing you to cheat on him), but you becoming a squid isn't one of them.

That's why I think Gale is one of the most loyal and devoted companions in the entire game, second perhaps only to Minthara, if you play as the Dark Urge. They're both very ride or die, but Gale is a soft, wholesome romantic who proves his love in everything he says and does.

Plus he cooks and has a cat. You can't go wrong. 😉

[thefloatingstone]

I was doing the "Just one more thing" style of gaming where I was at a point to finish off for the night but kept skulking around and such when Tav called me the fuck out

Moonstone: can we fucking go to BED already???

[spiritproductionsart]

"Fear not my friend, I mean you no harm. I am not like other mind flayers." -

Meet Mycah, a deep-sea inspired mind flayer. I came up with the idea for him a while back thanks to BG3.

He is a "failed" mind flayer, in the sense that his ceremorphosis was flawed, leaving him incapable of being enthralled by the elder brain. His psionic abilities are far weaker than most mind flayers, but in exchange he doesn't have to follow the grand design.

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In many ways I see the advantages of being like this. I can fly, I can speak to any creature in the language of the mind... But I fear for my very soul...

I was, and I suppose still am, still a man of my old faith. The gods came to me in a time when I needed them - and my clerical service did not go unnoticed.

Where now I hear the voices of all mortal beings, I once heard the voices of gods. The world is filled with so many songs, but... Ever since I became this - the gods' voices have been eerily silent.

I sometimes worry if I've somehow angered them... Angered them with a condition beyond my own control. Are they silent because they cannot reach me, or because they refuse to?

No matter. A cure will be found someday, I hope... I pray.

-Mycah, to one of his companions.

[maemil]

So I just hit act 3...

[floofsqueak]

my Tav :) former dragonborn realizes turning into an eldritch tentacle creature makes you less charming ?????? wow who wouldve thought at least how i WISH they would look like because the player mindflayer model ingame looks abysmal and too Cutified and it Upsets me greatly

[altades]

The adventurers’s diary

With the end of our adventure finally crossed I have decided to find an empry book and quill among the piles of junk we’ve picked up along the way to string my erratic thoughts into some sort of sensable paragraghs. If only to use up all the ink I have stacked away in camp, though even a full chest of empty pages won’t be enough to depict all the troubles we have weathered.

My name is errelavant, so is my past, for I have lost them in the end. And I will not mention them for the fear that skummy bard decides to steal it, though I do not belive he holds much favor for the truth. But if any adventurer finds this message, forgotten in a place I have long since abandoned, or stacked away in a corner of a dusty bookshelf and be curious enough to read it, you are welcome to share the last shreds of humanity I can conjure up.

I have been no hero, no warrior, no chosen when it all began. But I had a desire that has been etched into my soul, so deeply a thousand scars couldn't carve it out. To be loved, but more so, to deserve to be loved. It was what made me so eager to help anyone and everyone I've met. Just so they would look at me kindly, just so they would stay, just so they would keep their words and hands gentle when they brushed against mine.

By a twist of fate I was granted an opportunity to serve as a savior not to a few, but to thousands, maybe millions, of souls. I was the beacon of light to the whole of Faerun, and even to those beyond it. My journey is sure to be immortalized in countless ballads, my heavy footsteps followed by bards and historians alike. They will sing in awe, yet they will never know the cost of their salvation.

"We own you our lives!" They said in unison. "We'll never forget you." They promised. They didn't know the person they cherished was already dead.

Their body was dismembered, consumed and twisted into a new form, disgusting and vile.

Their soul was devoured by the very creature they sought to destroy.

Their mind… Is still there. Shreds of consciousness, beliefs and ideas, slipping away with every passing day.

Now I stand where they stood. They haunt me like a ghost of you as a child. Like somebody you used to know, somebody you used to be, but through time and change no longer are. When your hair was sun-bleached blond, only to darken with age. When your voice, light as a fairy bell once, got deeper and stronger. When your skin, smooth and pure, got covered in scars big and small. My changes are… more dramatic. It makes it hard to believe I was ever myself at all.

Perhaps my love saw it too. After all of our companions went their separate ways, we went together at first. But it didn't last long. I sensed it in his voice, saw the disgust in his eyes, felt in his touch before he said anything. He did not want to be with me anymore. I cannot blame him, for my new appearance would only attract either the bravest, or the insane, and he is neither. But it still hurt. At least, I think it did.

It's getting harder to grasp the sway of my emotions. What was a living ocean of feeling is now but a puddle in a desert, quickly drying up. I know I should've been heartbroken when he left, after all, it is what is expected of a person when the life of their life leaves them. But it's hard to feel broken when you no longer have a heart.

Maybe I should end this, while there is still something left of me to end. But he has taught me that I am more than what I am willing to sacrifice, so let my last act of devotion to him be to act selfishly, and to live on no matter what I may become.

I wish my companions were here with me. Maybe they could guide me, as I've guided them, to a better future. Bring out the best in me, believe in good in me, show me the way. But I am alone, and the hunger grows. I envy vampires, for they can consume without killing. And they have the privilege of never seeing the reflection of the monster they have become.

Fortunately, we will see each other soon. I only hope to keep the shreds of my identity together long enough to be able to bask in their company, for they hold the parts of me that cannot be lost.

The rest of the pages are stained with blood, unintelligible.

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It's Friday yay!! Have a great weekend😘

[wisp-of-chaos]

Anyone out there writing cute ilithid domestic stuff with the Emperor & Tav or do I have to do that myself?

[bluedotjpeg]

using yourself for reference for art projects means that when you decide to go with a different pose you can turn your study into your Tav getting wormed

[unclefaust]

And this person will refuse to eat brains because "they are nasty."

[kirain]

[Tav buying supplies from Omeluum.]

Tav: You know what? You're pretty great, Squishy!

Omeluum: Squishy?

Tav: Yeah! Squishy.

Omeluum: That is not my name.

Tav: It is to me. There is no Omeluum, only Squishy!

Omeluum (sternly): Do not call me that.

Tav: Oh...okay. Sorry, Omeluum. I didn't mean to upset you.

Omeluum: ...

Omeluum: ...

Omeluum: Fine.

Tav (smiling): Thanks, Squishy! See you later!

[Tav runs off.]

Blurg (chuckling): You're going soft, "Squishy".

Omeluum: Don't you start.