#tav: inara

[meg-does-art]

Halsin & my tav, Inara, a moon elf ranger, sharing a moment together

[No reposts or use with AI]

[mothmans-left-buttcheek]

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

[ladytesla]

Breaking His Record (Gale x Tav)

(Mindless self-indulgent fluff featuring Mr. and Mrs. Dekarios. Usually my tav Medora is a Halsin girlie, but I do love an alternate ending in Waterdeep. No content warnings, just a couple of nerds being nerds. Be gentle lol)

it was one of the rare days in Waterdeep when the snow fell hard. It collected on the panes of the windows, and the balcony outside was unusable at the moment, the furniture nothing more than rounded lumps under a good three inches of snow. Glancing outside at the steel-gray sky made Gale even more content sitting where he was on the couch. He had a fire roaring in the hearth, the piano in the corner idly playing soft music as it always did, a glass of red wine and a plate of snacks on the end table within reach, Tara draped around his shoulders like a purring scarf, a cushion behind his back in just the right spot, and his new wife asleep beside him with her head in his lap.

Gods, Medora was his wife now. She had been for three months, but it still amazed him every morning when he woke up beside her, or every time he felt the weight of his new wedding ring. His family adored her, his friends welcomed her, even Tara tolerated her as much as a grumpy old tressym could. She had lost her home and her family. He had lost hope. And somehow, in their darkest days, they'd found it all again in each other.

That's a good line, he suddenly realized. Got to remember that one in the next chapter I write. His manuscript, chronicling what Medora jokingly called 'The Tadpole Adventures' only had a few chapters written out. Someday he'd finish it. He let his eyes wander drowsily over the sheets of parchment, the rich dark wood of the desk, the ink, the quills...

His lips suddenly curled into a small smile. It had been a while since he'd tried to break his record... and now was a perfect time.

He brushed the back of a finger over Medora's cheek to test if she was awake. She didn't stir. Perfect.

"Levitatus," he whispered, pointing to the jar of pencils and quills on the corner of the desk. It floated slowly across the room toward him and he gently caught it, wincing when some of them clacked together. It might as well have been a thunderclap with how quiet the room was. Still, Medora didn't move, not even when he took one pencil from the jar and gently, ever so gently, lodged it in the thick, messy bun of her hair.

He'd started doing it as a joke when they sat together at faculty meetings at Blackstaff Academy. She often had her hair tied back now in a careless half-knot at the back of her head, and she sometimes kept a pencil in it in case she needed to take notes on the fly. Due to the curls and thickness of her hair, it rarely ever fell out.

So what was one more? Her hair was so thick that it took ages for her to notice that he was slowly adding pencils to it. After that, she rarely let him sit behind her... but then their friends caught on and also began to try their hands at the pencil game. It became a joke among them, and Medora would always pretend to be exasperated, but she still laughed. The day she didn't was the day Gale would put a stop to it all, but so far it was still a mindless and silly little game. He still held the record of four, much to the chagrin of his friend Quill from the transmutation department, who had a wager riding on their other friend Inara who taught psionics reaching five. As nice as those numbers were, they didn't compare to how many he could get when Medora was asleep. That record sat at nine. And now here she was, bundled in a thick blanket, lulled into an afternoon nap by wine and the fire and the music (and, he hoped, the comfort of his presence), so it was unlikely she would awaken.

As he reached for another pencil and found a crochet hook instead for some reason, he felt small paws kneading at his shoulder. Tara was awake, and watching the show. He shook his head slowly, tapping a finger to his lips. Not a word.

She dug her claws in slightly, as if to say I can speak whever I very well please, thank you very much Mr. Dekarios, but stayed silent. Gale paused as he considered where to place the next (oh, it was a knitting needle this time). He couldn't go too close to the scalp, and also he couldn't dislodge any of the other objects as the accidental movement might wake her up. He wondered, as he slowly slid the knitting needle home, if this was what surgeons felt like during operations.

Gale held his breath as the ninth pencil (he'd moved on to quills now, actually) lodged in what was starting to look like a bird's nest. Still, Medora slept on. The song the piano was playing ended and he screwed his eyes shut and didn't move a muscle until another began. No unnecessary sounds. He was so close to breaking his record. He reached for the jar again, and his face fell. The jar was empty! He held it up for Tara to see, craning his neck to meet her eyes and pleading silently for her help. She rolled her eyes as only she could, then got up and with a tressym's grace leaped off the couch and silently padded out of the room. Gale sat and waited, hoping she'd hurry. He didn't know how long Medora would doze.

Finally, Tara reappeared, and oh gods yes he'd buy her as many fine treats as she wanted. She'd found the soft case with the rest of Medora's knitting needles inside. He took it gleefully, carefully unrolled it and withdrew another needle.

And... ten. The record was broken! Gale turned to silently celebrate with Tara, but she'd left the room. Of course she had. Not satisfied with simply breaking his record, he grabbed an eleventh knitting needle. Then a twelfth. And reached for a thirteenth.

"Get them out, Gale."

"Ah!" He hadn't been expecting Medora to speak, and the knitting needle fell from his hand in surprise. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, a wry smile on her face.

"I broke my record," Gale grinned, tapping her nose with his finger before starting to remove the various objects from her hair.

"Did you now?" She asked airily. "Or did I wake up midway through and let you think you were winning?"

"No..." he breathed, looking down at her in dismay. "You wouldn't!"

"Oh, I would," she grinned back. "Your record is invalid, my love."

"When did you wake up?" Gale asked as more pencils and quills clacked back into the jar.

"I'm not telling," she said simply. She sat up and stretched, then reached for the wine glass on the end table. Her own sat empty on the other end table, and his was still quite full.

"Oh no you don't!" Gale triumphantly held it out of her reach. "You're not telling because you don't know because you're lying through your teeth!" He grinned. "You slept through the whole thing and you know it! Admit it!" He leaned away, keeping the wine still out of her reach. "The record stands!"

"Wishful thinking!" She laughed, trying to climb over him to get the glass. He finally let her have it with an exaggerated sigh of annoyance, and she curled up closer to him with her prize and examined the contents of the jar.

"I was wondering where that knitting needle went," she mused, plucking it out of the jar and adding it back to her needle case.

"You need to stop leaving them all over the place," he chided as he settled an arm around her shoulders, twining a loose curl of her hair around his fingers. Once the wine was gone, she got up and went to the kitchen for the bottle to refill both off their glasses. They huddled together under the blanket, staring into the fire and listening to the music from the piano and the wind howling outside.

"The record still stands, though," Gale said after a while. Medora smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.

"We'll see," she murmured.  Gale turned and pressed his lips to the top of her head... mindful of the single quill he'd still left in her hair, just to see how long it would take her to notice.

[darephi]

@sunderdust : ❝ can't we just pick flowers and make friendship bracelets? ❞

rachel angles a side-glance at him so dry, it sucks all the moisture out of the air around them. ❝ sure, and after that, why don't we go get our faces painted and all fall asleep in a big cuddle puddle together? ❞ she snorts at the very idea. though she's not seen eye to eye with everyone in their party at one time or another –– hells, the first time she met astarion, he'd suggested killing her to tav –– it's different with inara. perhaps because the aasimar is made of a pure, concentrated evil that has nothing to do with her bhaalist lineage and everything to do with the rotted lump of coal she calls a heart.

and prophecies aside, rachel doesn't need her gift to divine that one way or another, solomon will be left with his broken. she wishes she could scrounge up the appropriate anger on his behalf, but her ire has turned to a weary resignation. how exhausting it is seeing the future before it has even arrived. how tiring to know his choices are all his own, not hers to command –– something his winged lover will never understand.

❝ I don't think so. I can play nice for now, but you'll have to excuse me if I don't want to rub elbows with your gleefully murderous girlfriend, vega. ❞

LIGHTNING THIEF STARTERS : accepting.

[sunderedazem]

Tavs! - or my OCs in BG3 (left: Corrain. right: Inara)

(this is the ONLY game that's gotten Corrain's face and hair both almost completely accurate! oh my god bg3 beloved character creator)

[realmbound]

❝ and yet, in spite of everything ⸺ we persevere. ❞

𝐈 . . . 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

name . . . . inara octavia nicknames . . . . tav age . . . .26 sexuality . . . .pansexual gender . . . .cis-female pronouns . . . .she/her species . . . half elf class . . . druid sub class . . . circle of roots and nature proficiency

𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

positive traits. . . .determined, compassionate, resourceful negative traits. . . .overly trusting, naïve, reckless, overprotective, bad habits . . . .picking up every natural resource she can find, struggles to accept help hobbies . . . .making flower jewellery fears . . .loosing the ones she loves

𝐈𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 !

faceclaim . . . .poppy drayton height . . . .5'6 hair colour . . . .ginger hair length . . . long down to her waist, often in two plaits eye colour. . . .green scars . . . .none skin colour . . . . sage green

𝐈𝐕 . . . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

to be updated

𝐕 . . . 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 !

inara octavia, or 'tav' as she's affectionately called, was born under the shadow of the ancient forests of silesia, a land where the whisper of the trees and the song of the rivers echo through the ages. her lineage was a tapestry woven with threads of elven grace and human resilience, granting her a unique perspective on the world around her.

from a young age, inara felt the call of the wild coursing through her veins. she would spend countless hours exploring the depths of the forests, learning the language of the creatures that dwelled within and forging a deep bond with the land itself. it was during these formative years that she discovered her innate connection to the primal forces of nature, a gift passed down through generations of her ancestors.

guided by an insatiable thirst for knowledge and a profound reverence for the natural world, inara sought out the wisdom of the elders, studying under the tutelage of the revered druids of silesia. under their guidance, she honed her skills in the circle of roots, mastering the ancient arts of herbalism, shapeshifting, and elemental manipulation.

but inara's journey was not without its trials. as she delved deeper into the mysteries of the wild, she encountered threats both mundane and supernatural, testing her resolve and challenging her beliefs. yet, with each obstacle she faced, she emerged stronger and more determined than before, fueled by a sense of duty to protect the fragile balance of thereda's ecosystems.

her greatest threat was when she was captured by a group of mind flayers aboard their nautiloid ship. the ship crashes, allowing inara and several other captives to escape, but not before they're implanted with an parasite called a "nautiloid tadpole." this parasite grants inara certain powers but also poses a threat of transforming them into a mind flayer if not dealt with. inara navigates the lands, encountering various characters, factions, and challenges, while also contending with the growing influence of the tadpole within them. inara's ultimate goal was to find a way to remove the tadpole and prevent its transformation, all while helping her friends along the way.

since that fateful day, inara has become a legendary figure in thereda, her name whispered in awe and reverence by those who have witnessed her feats. yet, despite her growing renown, she remains humble and steadfast in her mission, a tireless guardian of the wilds and a beacon of hope for all who call thereda home.

𝐕𝐈 . . . 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

shadowheart, astarion and wyll: a ragtag group of strangers that became acquaintances and then finally friends when captured by a group of mind flayers aboard their ship. the group worked together and created a strong bond that inara believes can never be broken.

[theredahq]

Welcome to THEREDA, INARA 'TAV' OCTAVIA

Please turn in your account off anon or through IMS, go over our checklist, and send an IM if you wish to join the ooc discord.

POPPY DRAYTON is now taken

[BALDURS GATE 3. POPPY DRAYTON. 26. SHE/HER.]

thereda welcomes INARA OCTAVIA 'TAV' the HALF ELF DRUID from SILESIA. i hear their talents extend to CIRCLE OF ROOTS & NATURE PROFICIENCYand most people recognized them by THE SCENT OF LILAC IN EARLY SPRING, A LEAF CIRCLET STAINED WITH BLOOD & BLUSH FILLED SKIES IN A MOMENT OF PEACE and their DETERMINED & RECKLESS. thereda is a large and mysterious land whose glad to have INARA roaming the lands.

[ LEONA. 27 . SHE / HER . GMT ]

[stillsimpingforaymeric]

Thinking about BG3 and thinking about Firefly.

I remember how the crew of the Serenity were all aspects that Malcolm lost. Shepherd Book was his faith, Kaylee his zest for life, Inara his love...

And it makes me think about my Tav and how she slowly starts to change, grow, absorbs something of all her friends.

How she prays to Selûne, for Shadowheart and herself.

How she starts to enjoy dancing, once Wyll teaches her how.

How she finds magic within herself, thanks to Gale.

How she speaks up for herself and others, like Karlach would.

How she wears silver, to remember Lae'zel.

How she sees beauty in herself for the first time, thanks to Astarion.

[ellaria]

Tags I use

Games

Final Fantasy XIV - Fire Emblem 3 Houses - Fear and Hunger - Warframe - The Arcana - Baldur's Gate 3  - Fear and Hunger Termina - Elden Ring - Gale Dekarios - Halsin - Astarion - Durge - Enver Gortash - Baldur's Gate 3 Rolan - Baldur's Gate 3 Tav - Emet Selch - G’raha tia

Shows + Movies

Stargate SG-1 - House of the Dragon - Studio Ghibli - The Legend of Vox Machina - The Expanse - Doctor Who - Stargate Atlantis - Epic the Musical - Hannibal - Twin Peaks - Interview with the Vampire

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m-writer things - m-OCs - m-thoughts - Gresham - Inara - Vasillica - Tristan - Curiosity - Natalia

NSFW

lewd - vulture culture - body horror - blood

[stoupax]

@catacomb-chaos tagged me in a good ole OC dash game. choosing my top 3 video game babes starting from left to right; Tav, then Evrion and Inara under the cut. I’m gonna tag @lavalampelfchild, @spiritbladed, @mapeslyrup, @biotic-boshtet, @ineffablewitch, if they like. feel free to do this even if you’re not listed, and tag me so I can see! (edit: unintentional, but they’re gay, bi, and lesbian respectively, happy Pride)

Tav Fenway (Baldur's Gate 3)

SEASONING: sea salt and turmeric WEATHER: sunny with intermittent cloud cover, light breeze COLOR: rusty reds and oranges, gold, browns, olive green SKY: starry night with partial cover, new moon MAGICAL POWER: invisibility HOUSE PLANT: aeonium Mardi Gras succulent WEAPON: shortsword and dagger SUBJECT: history, current events SOCIAL MEDIA: none MAKEUP PRODUCT: nude concealer/toner, mascara CANDY: caramel, fudge FEAR: losing autonomy/being at the mercy of others, torture ICE CUBE SHAPE: knife METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: walking, climbing, misty step (his own shitty car in modern au) ART STYLE: surrealism, dada (stoner shit) MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: kitsune PIECE OF STATIONERY: fold-worn parchment stained with coffee and sweat THREE EMOJIS: 🗡️🔑🩸 (dagger, key, drop of blood) CELESTIAL BODY: Mercury

Evrion Cousland (Dragon Age)

SEASONING: truffle salt WEATHER: thunderstorms and lightning COLOR:  blues, greens, silver SKY: evening orange and purple giving way to oncoming storm clouds MAGICAL POWER: high endurance, protection HOUSE PLANT: blackthorn WEAPON: sword and shield SUBJECT: entertainment (books, music, theater) SOCIAL MEDIA: twitter, instagram (he’d be online a lot) MAKEUP PRODUCT: subtle contour and highlight, eyeliner and mascara, colored or metallic eye shadow if he's feeling flashy CANDY: any (huge sweet-tooth) FEAR: betrayal, loneliness, being unlovable ICE CUBE SHAPE: dog METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: horseback, griffon (someone else driving him in a luxury vehicle in modern au) ART STYLE: art nouveau, romanticism, neoclassicism MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: werewolf PIECE OF STATIONERY: vellum stamped with a silver laurel wreath THREE EMOJIS: 🌊🐕💸 (water wave, dog, money with wings) CELESTIAL BODY: Mars

Inara Silentstep* (The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim and Forgotten Realms) *image is her drow self from BG3/Forgotten Realms; in TES she is a dark elf

SEASONING: garlic and rosemary WEATHER: blue skies, calm and undisturbed COLOR:  black, gray, purple, red SKY: moonlit night MAGICAL POWER: silence and telekinesis HOUSE PLANT: spider plant WEAPON: bow and arrows SUBJECT: anything topical SOCIAL MEDIA: instagram (lurker) MAKEUP PRODUCT: smokey eye, liquid eyeliner, warm blush, dark lipstick CANDY: chocolate-covered berries FEAR: pain, dying alone ICE CUBE SHAPE: heart METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: walking, public transit ART STYLE: post-impressionism, fauvism, art deco MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: nymph PIECE OF STATIONERY: imperial ink on buckskin leather THREE EMOJIS: 💋💎🌌 (kiss mark, diamond, milky way) CELESTIAL BODY: Jupiter