#tav ran

[milich96-ocs-blog]

Last sketchdump!!!

[everchased]

half orc flirting next level

[deathflare]

my bg3 charms! i'll have them at anyc and online soon~

[voltaical-art]

part twooo!!! less sad on this one :)

[ryuichifoxe]

Back from PopCon with con funk but, hey, I finally let myself have bg3 and this is my tav, Malphas.

[johnny-depplyloveyou]

When Gale uses the orb with Tav by his side during the final battle...

· We might still have a chance.

· It's been an honour.

· Do it, Gale.

😭😭😭

[a2zillustration]

I FINALLY FIGURED OUT WHAT NON-LETHAL DAMAGE WAS FOR-

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[shungieshrieks]

Who would win, a summoner or a necromancer? Starring @janearts's Roisia because I adore her character so much!

[demiesop]

you get poisoned for 10 turns eating rotten food it's an educated answer

[pecoraisa-archive]

Archfey Warlock🦚

[spin-birdie]

kinktober day 11: praise kink

prompt list

word count: ~410

pairing: tav (oc)/astarion

rating: explicit

additional tags: transmasc tav. this came out less like praise kink and more like just really lovesick gushy affectionate sex. ah well

"Gods, you're precious."

Astarion's voice is a soft, low murmur; as if he barely considers the words leaving his mouth, more focused on maintaining the rhythm of his hips. He kisses Thorn the same way he's making love; deep, slow, sensual, unhurried. Magnificent.

He shifts Thorn's thigh slightly, finding the perfect angle to force a gasp of pleasure from him, muffled by Astarion's lips. He parts the kiss with a smile.

"You sound amazing when you moan like that." Astarion kisses him again, thrusting just slightly faster. "I'm almost glad you don't sing in public… Your voice is too beautiful to waste on the rest of the world."

Thorn's heart skips and stutters, his breath escaping in an embarrassed scoff. "Don't say that…"

"Why not? I mean it." Gods, who gave Astarion the right to sound so earnest, so loving? He gives Thorn a peck, stealing kisses as he continues: "Not just your moans. Your laugh, your little sighs, the way you say my name… I could listen to your voice for hours. I don't care what you think, I love your voice. I love you."

Thorn whines in the back of his throat, fighting the urge to hide his face.

"Where is this coming from? What did you do with my real boyfriend?" he titters. He wraps his free leg around Astarion's waist, bearing down on his cock. Anything to shut him up. Anything to curb the feeling of his heart trying to explode.

Astarion doesn't fall for it. As he picks up the pace of his thrusts, he traps Thorn in another deep, passionate kiss. They moan into each other's mouths, almost losing themselves in the lust before Astarion pulls away.

"I love you," he whispers. "You're so good to me. You're amazing. There's never been anyone like you, Tav."

The sound of his real name - his chosen name, the one almost no one alive remembers - draws a gasp from Thorn's throat.

"And there'll never be someone like you again." Astarion just keeps talking, like the floodgates have broken and he can't stop himself anymore. "I never want to leave you. I want to be by your side, for as long as you'll have me. You make life worth living. I love you. I mean every word. Gods, I…"

Thorn drags him into another kiss, mewling into his mouth. His heart is full to bursting; it's too much, but gods, he doesn't want it to stop.

[milich96-ocs-blog]

Have some low effort sketches

[red-dead-sakharine]

Raphael x Tav/Reader (gn)

Dinner plans - Part 1

whump, hurt (no comfort yet), pining

Raphael fully intended to take you on that dinner he had promised, but...

He should have been happy. Centuries of scheming had finally come to fruition; his little mouse had delivered the crown to him as promised, and he was ready to start his campaign against the dukes of hell. A celebratory dinner felt more than reasonable right now. You, him, food, drink - perhaps other activities... everything was prepared to perfection in his House of Hope. The debtors sent out of the way, Haarlep banished from the House for the night, Korilla given a day off; Raphael had even put on his finest suit for the occasion.

And yet, here he stood, not too far from your camp.

When he left the House of Hope to fetch you, he had felt confident as always. Ready to be his most charming self and invite you to take his arm and come with him.

But when he reached the outskirts of the camp, and saw you with your friends - who, he knew, all very much disapproved of him, as well as your decision to hand him the crown - he couldn't get his legs to carry him any closer.

He would never admit it, but his fondness for you far surpassed anything he had ever felt for anyone. Hope might have come close, but that thought was far from comforting. It frightened him.

In his mind, he saw you turn down his invitation. He heard your voice tell him, that you both now had what you wanted, and that you don't want to see him again. "Begone, devil" the words echoed through his mind. You had never spoken them, but still he heard them in your voice, as clearly as if you'd been standing next to him.

It wasn't really a conscious wish but deep down, more than anything, he longed for you to like him. To accept him the way he was. To tell him that you truly meant it, when you said he'd make a fine archdevil. To accept his dinner invitation and tell your friends off for scoffing at the idea. To tell him, that you'd want to see him again, even though your quest was over. To tell him, that you liked him too.

But you wouldn't, would you? It would be just the way it was with Hope. You would laugh and scoff and tell him that for no deal in the world, would you be at his side.

He frowned. He would not do this to himself again. He will start his war and conquer the hells, and then he'd come for the mortal realm and make sure there'd be no more Hopes and no more Tavs to ever make him feel this way again.

Movement in the distance catches your eye. It is hard to make out in the dark, but you think you spot Raphael not too far away from camp. But he is turning to walk away. Do you...

▶️ Call out to him. (continue reading here)

▶️ Let him leave. (continue reading here)

Partially inspired by these musings.

[a-heart-of-kyber]

Celine: *talks Yurgir into offing his guards, his pet and himself*

Gale:

[queenmuzz]

Imagine a Tav who has a rough family life as a child. Their parents are constantly bickering, fighting, sneaking behind each other’s back. The love in their marriage (if there ever was) is completely dead.

Imagine Tav’s mother becoming happy out of the blue as she confides to little Tav that she’s finally met someone new, someone who makes her feel loved and appreciated. She plans to leave the marriage, and is excited to have Tav meet this wonderful man.

One day, she leaves… and never comes back. Tav and their father come to the same conclusion: She’s abandoned the family. Tav’s father is angry that she’s not there to do her wifely duties and badmouths her to everyone. Tav is… devastated. They’re angry that she left them, despite her promise. They hate her almost as they hate themselves, blaming themselves for her abandoning them.

Imagine the man Tav’s mother ‘ran off’ with all those years ago… was Astarion.

[wyzteri]

I literally refuse to take his hat off. Even if you gave me a helmet that grants invincibility with zero repurcussions I would not use it because he looks so good in this hat. I do not care about winning battles I care about winning hearts (Gale's) lol