#tav Ferelith

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Imagine angry Gale seeing Tav lick the spider. How pissed would he be on a scale of 1-10?

The thing with Fer is that she'd literally put anything in her mouth if she's curious. At this point he'd probably have seen it plenty of times and would just step in so that's an 11/10 angry gale on the meter

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Gale giving Astarion a run for his money...

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BG3 Tav, Monday

Aight I got a lot of ground to cover so here we go, this is Monday, circle of the Mood Druid, she hooked up with Lae'Zel, accidentally lead on Gale, and ended up with Astarion

Here's her playlist on both Spotify and Apple Music! If you like indie rock, folk rock, soft rock, family trauma, and witches then you'll love her playlist! And her Pinterest board for good measure <3 it's mostly memes but I think that's kinda cute!

Name: Monday Faelyn

Species: Zariel Tiefling

Gender: Female, she/her

Age: 24

Height: 5’5

Sexuality: Bisexual

Homeland: Baldur’s Gate in Faerûn

Family: Mother, Brilliance. Father, Keane. Oldest sister, Ferelith. Older brother, Sirius. Grandmother on mothers side, Inara.

Friends: Scratch, Baby (Owlbear cub), Wyll, Lae’Zel somehow, KARLACH MY LOVE

Enemies: That mother fucking bitch Kagha, Shadowheart some of the time, Orin but in like a fun sexy way, Rolan, THE GENIE THAT TURNED HER INTO A CHEESE WHEEL

Romance: Astarionnn

Alignment: Neutral/Chaotic Neutral

Personality traits: Honest, loyal to a fault, non confrontational but always gets into a confrontation, always joking, sarcastic and dramatic, complains a lot but hates when other people complain, persuasive, has good discernment

Cursed Eye Magical Effects: Darkness, sleep, web, hunger of hadar, summon spiders, darkfire

Backstory: This story starts with the elf druid Inara and her daughter Brilliance. Inara absorbed Brilliance’s magical abilities when she was young in order to defend her homeland from a great threat, so Brilliance grew up to be a Paladin. She fought in a party with the bard Keane and they fell in love. Keane had to make a deal with a questionable figure in order to win a treacherous battle, and soon after that they settled down. They had Ferelith who had her mothers lost sorcerer magic, Sirius who grew up to be a Cleric, and Monday who was born a Tiefling as the consequence of her fathers old deal.

Unbeknownst to them, Inara, who was thought to be dead, was scouting their children to host a powerful item she stole. She attempted to give it to Ferelith in the girls sleep, but it rejected her and turned her magic into wild magic. So Inara realized she had to acclimate them to fit the items magic. She visited Monday and posed herself as a magical witch and trained Monday to be a Druid until the day she was strong enough to be given the great gift. So she gave Monday an eye that held the stars. It’s power was indeed mighty, but unstable and would give off random magical effects with various disastrous effects.

Brilliance decided to ban magic in the house since it was safer if Ferelith and Monday didn’t practice it. So they grew up and entered the same guilds their parents were in, both dealing with the pressure to perform a certain way for their families. Ferelith grew up expected to be the perfect daughter but ended up the glass child, and Monday was under constant pressure to conform to the status quo since she already wasn’t representing her family well in their community. The tension between the two came to an all time high and Ferelith’s magic went wild at the same time that Monday’s cursed eye surged and their brother Sirius was hit by the blast. He was put into a coma that no medicine or magic could wake him from. So the sisters decided to venture out and find a way to fix Ferelith’s magic and return the stolen eye in order to wake their brother, but instead were swept up by the Nautiloid.

Drawing reference by Kalisami

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Commission for @dragonswithjetpacks. Thank you so much, it was a pleasure to work on Ferelith 🖤

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Just a nibble...

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"I've had enough of this..."

-featuring angry boyfriend.

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𝔉𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔢

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"Will you kill it?"

".... I fucking guess."

Stay angry bb.

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Ferelith Moondshade

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9 & 35! :3

I didn’t expect anyone to actually ask!

I’ll do it for you, babe. 🥺 (Also, thank you so much. I saw this at work today and it really got me thinking about writing. So I've just been listening to classical and I was really able to get into it. Honestly, you asking helped me a lot today. ❤️)

Because they are my muses, these will be Ferelith x Astarion.

9. falling

It was hot. And Ferelith could recall a few times she had been in a steamy situation. This was incomparable. The plan was straightforward. Jump across the lava. Be as quiet and as quick as possible. Unlock the chest. Jump back. The only real issue was the elemental patrolling nearby. It was going to take finesse to make it across, not to mention concealment. Something only Ferelith and Astarion could do. And something they had managed to accomplish many of times. She may not have been one with stealth as her companion was, but she was by far the luckiest of the group. And only Astarion outmatched her dexterity. She was light-footed and quick on her feet, an excellent candidate. The only issue was her ability to jump that far. But she reassured Astarion she could do it, despite his concerning glances to her before beginning his trek across.

Ferelith jumped once. All was well. Even the hair sticking to her neck and face couldn’t distract her. A second jump. Fine. Looking up, she could see Astarion had already made it across. Her hesitation was only holding her back. A rumble went through cavern, there was a shift as the footsteps of the elemental grew closer. Damn the heat. Damn the beast. Damn the Underdark.

Astarion saw how close it was, too. He turned to her, a look of panic passing into his gaze. The look of, well, oh shit. There were two options. The first being she could use the best of her abilities to stride across. Which, truth be told, was unlikely given her strength. Or… the second option. And the only option she felt was the right one. Astarion could witness the elemental turn his gaze upon Ferelith. He may not have seen her, but it did not matter. A cloud of mist shrouded her, hazing up into a thin fog as the heat caused it to dissipate. She reappeared suddenly in front of him… which was both accurate and unfortunately… a mistake.

“No, not here,” he heard him hiss just as she felt her body sway backward.

The rock crumbled beneath her feet, a step Astarion had avoided that he was too far away to warn her of before. For a moment, she felt her shoulders welcome the same heat as the back of her legs. As one does, all felt weightless tumbling backward. Until a hand grabbed her forearm. It pulled, twisted her around and skidded her across the ground. Not only had she nearly plunged to her death, but now she was being whisked above it like a slab of meat to be broiled. Naturally, Ferelith opened her mouth to scream. It was quickly silenced by Astarion’s other hand. Crouching down, he pulled her away from the edge and nearly into his lap. He looked out across the lake of lava. The beast suspected nothing. Just another pile of rubble lost to the cavern.

Ferelith pulled his hand from her mouth.

“Not my best moment,” she admitted, looking up at him with a playful grin.

“Not in the least,” he replied in a similar manner. “But we can’t have you falling to your demise just yet, can we?”

“No…” she felt her smile widen. “Not yet.”

35. filthy

“I’ve never bathed in a river,” he wrinkled his nose as he reluctantly untucked his shirt.

“You’ve never been able to before,” Ferelith said from the bank, her clothes already on the ground as her ankles were submerged in water.

“True… but I wouldn’t mind an actual bath.”

Astarion lowered himself to sit upon the ground. His fingers removed the laces from his shoes. His hands wretched his feet free from them. He rose up with a grumble and another complaint ready as he prepared to remove his trousers. It wasn’t until he could feel the dirt on his bare feet that he was able to take in the moment.

The rustle of the leaves above him. A soft breeze, brisk and cold against his bare skin. It skimmed across the water and caused more ripples to rush down along the stream. In it was Ferelith, her entire body illuminated by the moonlight. The curve of her neck. The wave of her dark hair. The profile of her face. The glint in her golden eyes.

“Come on then,” she turned slightly, her delicate hand stretched toward him. “You’re filthy.”

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Not one drop more. ❤️

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This was an old moodboard I did for Ferelith when I created her on paper. (I have better moodboards)

And these were some images I saved on pinterest for reference.

And now this is her (shot I posted last night)

Honestly... this is all I did last night. I searched and searched for a face that matched. I went through all the hair options. I spent hours on the fit. I really like the face. I feel like it isn't too far off from her original. The jawline was the main thing for me. Now I needs some new fanart. Hopefully I can make some more money soon and start doing stuff like that again. >.<

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*the exposed brain quivers in expectation*

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*Ferelith jumping up in down in laced up high heel boots*: Do you think they'll be okay?

Astarion: Yeah but why -

Ferelith: *takes off running in shoe store*

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This is a gift, you know ...

... I won't forget it.