#tav: kira

[dwarfsized]

yeah babe we can take control of the cult of the absolute, whatever you want. can i finish my coffee first

based on this tumblr post

[dwarfsized]

hey did you know I cried real tears upon seeing this

commission i got from @rashemon of @dwarfsized's tav, kira, and auri. girls of all time. to me. :3

[galaxiabunny]

Just their morning stretch and breakfast ✨ ԅ(‾⌣‾ԅ) Referenced: https://x.com/emtfira/status/1743710646922084458?s=20

[mybrknhrtt]

sh: i cannot allow your misguided beliefs to posion my mind.

[kittycornsiri]

some silly doodles featuring my newest tav, a dragonborn oathbreaker paladin Kira, whom I'm playing in mine and my friend's multiplayer campaign :3 he's also kind of a dragonborn sona :3 additional silly doodle with him carrying Ari and Wyll, because of course I'm doing a Wyll romance, but I also think all 3 of them should kiss maybe perhaps

[dwarfsized]

I have been staring at this with hearts in my eyes for ages ❤️💕❤️

Sketch of @dwarfsized’s Tav, Kira Tavena

[No reposts or use with AI]

[coreene]

Happy BG3 One Year Releasiversary!

Hello I am once again late to this thing - and this is the most shameful of them all but I can celebrate my one year anniversary with this game as I didn't start playing it until the end of August last year.

Thank you so much for the tag @my-favourite-zhent <333

Annoy and delight your followers by posting 10 screenshots you haven't posted before. Tag your friends and tag me!

10 screenshots I have not shared before is gonna be hard to find but here we go

Really love that shot of Baldur's Gate over the mountain, following Chionthar

Lorelei cosplaying Ezio Auditore - too bad there isn't a hay pile she can swan dive.

Huzzah, for Valeria! 🥂

The REAL lady of the house - Kira

roasting Petras - a recipe

Lorelei pressed x to doubt

Lae'zel's babygirl eyes 🥺

What do you mean your neck is not free real estate?? 🥺

Astarion shocked and intrigued Lorelei knows him well

Not tagging anyone again other than (@alpydk hehe) but anyone is welcomed to share their screenshots and steal this tag from me!

[potatoesandsunshine]

just... the 'kira comes back to neverwinter ten years later to throw herself into the succession crisis there as a cover for whatever leverage-style con the party is running (and realizes oh, i'm really good at this, actually)' idea i outlined a million years ago is so much fun actually

[bottomseareef]

Tav Heights

Felt like making a sorta reference sheet for all of me and my friends’ ( @sorcerous-caress and @gith-zeri ) Tavs

I don’t know why Bayarmaa looks different than the others, I think they change the model when it goes past a certain height and it wouldn’t let me change the color which is weird

These heights are honestly perfect I always saw Khal’ian as being almost exactly that height

[dwarfsized]

no horns, so we're calling this the "there was no tiefling transformation au" for my tav Kira-- thanks for the tag @starryheavenstos !

I will tag @aevallare and @rainbowslinkyy and @softrevvy annnnd anyone else who would like to participate!

Yay another OC picrew tag game

picrew linked yoinked from @elinorbard

Asmodea my beloved. This is pretty much a perfect representation of her post-game.

(to clarify for anyone who reads my fic - for all intents and purposes that is NOT a vampire fang. ...or IS IT?)

Tagging @brabblesblog @spacebarbarianweird @mj-bites @grandmother-goblin (you pick which OC(s) lol) @tragedybunny

@snowfolly @bhaalbaaby @tallymonster

I'll stop there, you know what to do.

[dwarfsized]

wip wednesday!

tagged by the wonderful @lyzelky thank you so much!

snippet below the cut because its. uh. nsfw. kira/astarion menstrual kink oral sex. also idk who to tag im so tired, show me your wips and tag me i wanna see 'em. mwah!

[petit-etoile]

Astarion goes to the cat shelter to get a sibling for His Majesty, Tav is the worker who helps him out and it’s history from there

cat  &  mouse  ( back  &  forth )

pairing: astarion/tav wordcount: 2,505 content warnings: set in baldur's gate but i mention designer brands, other than that,  nothing other tags: alternate universe - modern setting, pre-relationship, developing relationship, getting together, fluff, astarion is rich, gender neutral tav archiveofourown: here.

tag list: @azrielshadows1nger, @pandimoostuff, @faevi, @microskies, @foreverthemaraudersera, @queenofthespacesquids, @claryvoyantfray, @6doodlaang14, @anne-isnotokay, @itshimbotime, @yeeteth-the-raven, @sessils,@8-opossums, @worryknotdear, @abirdaboxandachippedcup, @ghosts-and-ink, @b4um3pfl4um3, @gunslingerorchid, @hypopxia,  @m0ssytrees, @erysione, @odette-attackattack, @catching-fire-in-the-wind, @ashrio20, @wills-mental-illness, @queenofcarrotflowers-s be added to the taglist here

summary:  ‘But you see, I travel for business and His Majesty holds grudges,’ Astarion explains. ‘If I leave him with a sitter, he’s a true terror. If I leave him alone, he eats my Brunello Cucinelli cashmere!’

‘Hello! Is there anything I can help you with?’

The man is currently kneeling down, humming to himself, while he looks between a bundle of elderly cats and his phone. You’re surprised. Normally people who come to the shelter are looking for kittens as presents, but the sight of him giving attention to anything but kittens makes you feel better about his intentions. He looks at you, startled by the sound of your voice. His phone clammers to the ground.

‘Oh my gods, I’m so sorry!’ you say frantically. ‘I didn’t mean to startle you!’

‘  — my gods, no, I mean it’s quite alright, heavens above,’ he breathes out. He drapes a hand over his heart dramatically. ‘Perhaps you should wear a bell around your ankle. You’re…horrifically quiet.’

He huffs out a sigh of relief before picking his phone back up. He stands up, knees creaking as he does so, and shows you his screen. Thankfully, it’s free of cracks.

‘I’m looking for a companion for His Majesty,’ the man explains.

The picture he shows you is an offensively hairless cat who seems to be somewhat older as well, though it’s hard to tell due to all his natural wrinkles. You’re not sure how it’s possible, but the cat seems to be judging you through the phone. You once heard Mr. Withers say that all pets take after their pet owners' looks, and when you glance at the man before you, you can kind of see it. He’s not hairless by any means but he certainly looks at you with an air of accidental arrogance, and that makes you nervous.

‘What a cute cat!’ you say instead.

‘His Majesty is rather adorable,’ the man agrees. ‘Oh gods, I just realized he isn’t even wearing a sweater in this photo… Please look away, he is indecently exposed!’

You laugh, covering your mouth and closing your eyes as instructed. You can hear him frantically scroll through his camera roll for a picture of His Majesty that would have all his hairlessness expertly covered.

The next photograph you’re allowed to see of His Majesty shows the sphynx cat in an adorable sweater which matches the sweater his owner is wearing. Seeing the two side by side confirms your earlier suspicions. They seem to belong together. Smug, but not as if it isn’t warranted, and proud, like their happiness is something they’ve earned. You hum, nodding.

‘But you see, I travel for business and His Majesty holds grudges,’ the man explains. ‘If I leave him with a sitter, he’s a true terror. If I leave him alone, he eats my Brunello Cucinelli cashmere!’

‘He definitely sounds like he needs a friend!’ you agree.

‘But he hates kids,’ the man stresses, sniffing delicately. ‘So I doubt kittens would fare any better. He bit my sister’s niece once.’

‘I see, I see,’ you say, trying not to laugh. ‘We have a few cats here that I think could be a good companion. Right here is Kira and she’s quite the refined lady. I think she likes to gossip.’

‘Oh my,’ the man says. ‘She would fit right in.’

‘But there’s also Myshka. He’s a bit more playful, but he has gorgeous eyes,’ you say.

You kneel down where the man was sitting before, gesturing between the two cats you pointed out. Kira frowns at you disapprovingly, and Myshka continues to chirp happily. The man gasps at the adorableness and wiggles his fingers in front of the kennels. Myshka shouts like you’ve never heard him shout and bounces, shoving his nose against the doors and sniffing aggressively. He’s perhaps the least ‘civilized’ cat you have at the entire shelter, but from the way the man’s eyes light up, you wouldn’t even know it. Part of you is thankful. Myshka deserved a good home.

‘Ugh, he’s perfect,’ the man says.

‘He isn’t as old as some of the other cats, but most people overlook him because he isn’t a kitten,’ you explain. You wiggle your fingers too and Myshka forgets about the man and starts yelling at you instead. ‘He’s a little odd but I’d take him home in a heartbeat if I could.’

‘Oh? You want him too?’

‘Yeah, but my home is a bit busy,’ you say with a shrug. ‘I have a cute dog named Scratch, who is a rescue, and I’m currently helping rehabilitate a baby owlbear.’

‘A baby owlbear!’

‘Yeah! Do you want to see some photos too?’

The man grins crookedly. He’s so handsome it makes your heart stutter. You look away from him and focus on fishing your phone out of your back pocket. You find your photo album titled ♡ family ♡. You show him Scratch first. He coos over the dog, pointing out how pretty his coat is. You purple shampoo it every once in a while so that it stays sparkling and shiny and white. Compared to what Scratch looked like before, he’s so happy now.

It only goes up from there when you show the man the picture of the baby owlbear. He’s so chubby it’s cute with big, hopeful eyes. You tell the man about how Jaheira had found him one night in the woods and how you were the first person she thought of to help rehabilitate him. That seems to earn you some recognition. He looks at you like he’s really taking in the look of you.

‘You may as well be an angel in disguise,’ he says approvingly. ‘Although… Jaheira… I think I know her.’

‘You might! She owns the rescue.’

‘I think I took on a case for her once,’ the man muses, rubbing at his chin. ‘Yes, that sounds more like it. If you know Jaheira, then you must be a phenomenal person.’

You laugh nervously. Now he’s just flattering you, you’re sure of it. Either way, you try to change the subject as quickly as possible before your nerves get the better of you.

‘Mm, yes, I think I’ll take this one,’ he says, referring to Myshka. ‘But no need to put him in one of those awful boxes. I have a Prada carrier in my car. If you’ll only give me a moment.’

Prada… Brunello Cucinelli… You almost wish you were Myshka instead!

Still, now that you watch him go in and out, everything starts to add up. He’s an expensive magistrate with expensive cat carriers and expensive cats… You stare agape as Astarion Ancunin walks back in with his bright red Prada bag and offers it to you. He smiles once you realize who he is. The awe must show on your face. Not that it matters, he’s here to get a cat and you happen to have been one of the only ones working today, but you still feel ridiculously honored. Without saying anything, you coax Myshka into the bag and show Astarion the way to the counter so that he can pay.

“We take cash…or credit…’ you say faintly. ‘Or checks…’

‘Cash will have to do,’ Astarion says with a shrug. ‘Anything for little Myshka. What a little baby!’

You don’t even know what to say half the time, busy trying to get the paperwork together and not stare. It seems like Astarion has hit all your weaknesses in one go. Attractive, loves animals, adopts and doesn’t shop, and goes out of his way to wear ugly matching sweaters with his cat. You ring him up as slowly as you can out of your own desire to stare at him more, and then once everything is signed and paid for, you reluctantly slide Myshka’s carrier forward. You don’t mean to pout. You can’t really help it.

‘You’ll tell Jaheira I stopped by, won’t you?’ Astarion asks casually. He’s running his fingers over the zipper of his carrier instead of picking his new cat up. ‘We used to get into trouble together back in the day.’

‘You know,’ you say conspiratorially, ‘we’re actually having a bonfire out at my place this weekend. It’s a little bit out of the city, but Jaheira will be there. She’s bringing kidney pie.’ You leave out the part where it’s supposed to be an employee’s only bonfire.

‘It does sound phenomenal,’ Astarion hums. ‘Give me the address. I’d love to drop by. You can leave your phone number too if you’d like.’

It goes without saying that for the next three days, you do nothing besides prepare for the bonfire, go to work, and text Astarion. He sends you updates about his new family  —  Myshka is freshly spoiled with a Louis Vuitton collar, His Majesty wears a new Gucci sweater that matches Astarion’s, and Astarion himself takes ridiculous selfies at bad angles while looking ridiculously attractive. It’s almost unfair. 

Sometimes you send him pictures of Scratch chewing on his favorite toy, but mostly, Astarion seems to enjoy videos of the baby owlbear sitting in the silliest ways possible. You managed to get him to wear a hat one day and Astarion was so delighted by it he allegedly set it as his homescreen.

You’re the only one not surprised when Astarion shows up to your humble farm in his Mercedes-Benz. You might have forgotten to tell Jaheira about it. Everyone crowds around you instead of the bonfire trying to get a peek at the hot-shot magistrate, but if the attention was overwhelming, Astarion says nothing. He strolls in carrying a pot of something that Gale immediately begins fussing over. Now with empty hands, Astarion throws his arms around Jaheira and kisses her cheeks over and over. It’s lovely.

Astarion begins fussing over Scratch as though he were an old friend after that. Scratch has brought over his ball to play, and even though it’s covered in spit and roughly three years old, Astarion delights in playing fetch. You sneakily grab a plate of kidney pie to feed Scratch and sit on the ground so you can watch them play games. At one point, Scratch refuses to bring Astarion the ball and makes the elf chase him around the yard. When he’s done, Astarion sits next to you laughing and gasping for air.

He helps you feed Scratch the meaty bits from the pie, cooing all the while. ‘What a delightful beast!’ he says.

‘He really gave you a run for your money for a moment, didn’t he?’ you tease.

‘Well, he has two more legs than I do,’ Astarion snorts, sniffing delicately. ‘It’s only fair he wins.’

It makes you laugh more than it should, and you wipe the leftover pie crust and juices on your jeans before standing up. You’re surprised when Astarion does the same on his jeans, but he laughs at your expression and follows suit.

‘Do you  —  Do you want to see him?’ you ask.

‘See who  —  ’ Astarion’s eyes widen immediately. ‘The owlbear! The baby! Oh please, you must let me see him, darling. What a delight!’

‘I must warn you,’ you tell him, leaning forward like it’s a secret. ‘He may be asleep. And he’s extremely cuddly. Beware the claws.’

‘Beware the claws, yes, yes,’ Astarion repeats, waving his hand impatiently. ‘Let me see the little man!’

You lead Astarion away from the bonfire and everyone else to a quieter, fenced off part of your property. You had it passed down to you from your grandfather who wasn’t deceased as much as he was that much of a recluse who decided Baldur’s Gate was becoming too large. Inside, tucked into a cute little bed, was the baby owlbear who had picked up the habit of snoring from Scratch.

Everyone else liked the baby owlbear as well, but you weren’t expecting Astarion to gush at the sight of him. You lead him into the enclosure and very carefully sat next to the owlbear. As if trained to do so, he wakes up and blinks his large orange orbs at Astarion inquisitively.

‘Do you want to hold him?’ you ask.

Astarion almost quivers at the idea.

‘You have to be really careful!’ you tell him, probably for the hundredth time. ‘He’s just a baby so he can’t control his strength yet. He has big boy paws. They hurt if he smacks you in the face by accident.’

Astarion is the picture of serenity. He sits, cross legged, and waits for you to slowly coax the baby owlbear into his lap. He’s clearly delighted by the whole thing, visibly trembling, and watching the owlbear with the kind of reverence you only see at a temple. Astarion sits very patiently and gently pets the top of the owlbear’s head, and it only takes a minute or two for the baby to fall back asleep. Every snore is a hoot, and his feathers fluff out occasionally as he continues to make himself comfortable in Astarion’s lap.

‘This might be the best thing ever,’ Astarion tells you earnestly.

You aren’t quite sure what possesses you in the moment, but you straighten up a little bit and glance at him as coyly as you can manage. You put your hands in your lap and twirl your thumbs around one another nervously.

You say, ‘It really does seem like he likes you. Maybe  —  Maybe you could come by more often. If you want to.’

Astarion glances at you knowingly. ‘Oh, perhaps every once in a while,’ he says ‘Maybe I could teach him how to play fetch.’

‘Like Scratch taught you how to?’

‘I knew how to play!’ Astarion complains. ‘He wouldn’t give the ball back! And he’s so fast, it’s ridiculous. His Majesty would never treat me this way.’

‘I’d like to meet His Majesty too,’ you say casually.

Astarion’s eyes light up. Had they always been that shade of red? The light of the evening seems to make them glow… You try not to think about it too much, but you haven’t been very good at focusing lately. Astarion seems equally as interested in your eyes. He chases after them, intent on looking you in the face as you chat.

‘You’ll have to come over,’ he says encouragingly. ‘I cook a mean Lheshayl steak. It pairs nicely with a Silverymoon white wine.’

‘I don’t ever think I’ve had a Lheshayl anything,’ you say, and Astarion laughs. It isn’t a mean laugh. ‘Do I bring a dish to something like that?’

‘Oh no, darling, you don’t bring anything but your gorgeous self,’ Astarion says, nudging you with his elbow. ‘I wasn’t inviting you to get together with friends, you know. If I wanted that, I’d have it catered. I was asking you on a date  —  ’

‘A date?’ you repeated stupidly.

Astarion laughs again. It’s a whimsical, unpracticed sound that doesn’t go with his usual countenance but it sounds nice. It makes you want to make him laugh more. You’re not quite sure what you’ve done to warrant his attention, but the affection is nice… You nudge him back, fighting the smile, fighting the butterflies dancing dangerously in the pit of your stomach.

‘Okay,’ you say softly. ‘It’s a date.’

[spawnastarion]

Some of my recent Tav’s and their significant other, I have an unhealthy attachment to a certain pale elf. I have completed all the romances on a poly run… it was too hard otherwise. I’ve lost count on how many runs I’ve played and completed, more than any game ever. 1,200 hours in and I’m still romancing my pale boyfriend. This isn’t even all of my runs as I could only add ten!!

Name: Violet Bhaalspawn, nickname Violent.

Race: Tiefling

Story : Chosen of Bhaal, vampire spawn, in her name.

Class: Rogue/Bard

Partner: Ascended Astarion, vampire lord. Just let them destroy the world together.

Name: Tamsin Greentree

Race: Wood Elf

Story: Druid with no circle, loves nature but has a soft spot for the unnatural.

Class: Moon Druid

Partner: Spawn Astarion.

Name: Paige Morningstar

Race: Human

Story: Teacher at a sorcery school in Baldurs Gate.

Class: Sorcerer

Partner: Spawn Astarion

Name: Py’ra

Race: Githyanki

Story: Cast out by her Creché, exiled for saving a human child from a Gith blade.

Class: Fighter

Partner: Spawn Astarion

Name: Liliana Szarr

Race: High elf / Vampire Spawn

Story: Sold to a vampire by her uncle Cazador as a slave for being against his ambition and bloodshed. Vampire for 202 years. Had met Astarion multiple times at annual vampire balls held by true vampires.

Class: Oathbreaker Paladin/Fighter

Partner: Spawn Astarion

Name: Kira

Race: Tiefling

Story: Was part of the refugee group from Elturel.

Class: Warlock/Sorcerer

Partner: Ascended Astarion.

Name: Akta

Race: Tiefling

Story: Slave of Zariel, escaped hell on the nautiloid.

Class: Gloomstalker/Fighter/Assassin

Partner: Spawn Astarion

Name: Crimson Bhaalspawn

Race: Seldarine Drow / Bhaalspawn

Story: Kidnapped by Sceleritas Fel as a child, reborn again as a Bhaalspawn. Redemption arc.

Class: Storm Sorcerer/Tempest Cleric

Partner: Spawn Astarion

Name: Nova

Race: High Half Elf

Story: Attended the school of magic, loves astrology.

Class: Lightening and thunder witch.

Partner: Spawn Astarion

Name: Sparrow Starsinger

Race: High Elf

Story: Playing music in a Baldurs Gate Tavern when he was taken by the mindflayers, enjoys Sharess’s Caress more than most. Petras tried to pick him up in Rivington a few years back, was clearly unsuccessful.

Class: Bard

Partner: Spawn Astarion

[galaxiabunny]

Saw this thread and wanted to sketched it out, very much what my Tav and Astarion would be together. Tried to make a comic out of it but I have no idea how to make one, enjoy my thread of sketches 😭💙

[alpaca-clouds]

NaNoWriMo 2023 - You Decide

Okay, you know what? I cannot decide what to write for this NaNoWriMo, so I am letting you decide this time. I have four different ideas I could theoretically write. And it is up to you which one I am gonna write.

Let me quickly introduce the four ideas.

Sonata of the Dawn (Castlevania)

It's been eight years since they killed Dracula and life is good for Trevor, Adrian, Sypha, Greta and their kids. They still got to save people from time to time, of course. But when two mysterious men arrive at the castle, introducing themselves as Magnus and Lyudmil, Sypha already has a feeling that something is off. Yet, the man named Magnus promises, that he has the knowledge to fix the castle. [This would be a Gretrephacard plotheavy thingie, loosely based on the Nocturne of Recollection Audio Drama]

His Story (Castlevania)

For the longest time, Hector and Isaac had thought - like everyone else - that Dracula had died ten years ago. But they know by now they were wrong. When the old vampire visits the castle in Styria to make ammends with the men he has once exploited, Hector offers him a way to make up for it: By telling them the story he has kept a secret from the world. The story of how Vlad Dracula Tepes came to be. [This would be set within my post-canon Styria stuff and focus on the relationship between Dracula and the forgemasters, obviously featuring Hector/Isaac and Striga/Morana, as well as Dracula/Lisa as ships.]

Thick as Thieves (Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves)

Half a year has passed, since the merry band of thieves saved Neverwinter from Sofina, the red wizard. Being pardoned and free, Edgin, Holga and Kira have settled down. But somehow Ed cannot quite be happy about it. Then, one night, Xenk appears in front of him. [What can I say: I should finish this Xedgin story, I know it Q-Q]

Voice of the Voiceless (Baldur's Gate 3)

While Tav puts a lot of value on rescuing the innocent, Astarion is very happy just spending his nights stalking the streets of Baldur's Gate, thank you very much. Still, the bard manages to convince him to get involved when his little band of bards tries to bust a trafficking ring smuggling sentient beings through the port of Baldur's Gate. Of course things are not as easy, as Tav imagines them to be. [What is there to say? I have this whole story about how my Tav was always kinda a vigilantee. So, this is about chaotic good Tav and some assorted bards trying to save innocent people - and Astarion getting dragged along. (Will definitely also feature Karlach, Wyll, Shadowheart and Halsin.)]

So, yeah. Which one would you find the most interesting?

[covenscribe]

11, 13, and 15 for amour!

Thank you so much for sending an ask my inbox was so lonely ;A;

For the bg3 Tav asks here!

11.Weapon of Choice? Amour's weapon of choice is their daggers, the quarterstaff is mostly just for show. (rip sorcerers limited weapon choices)

13. What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it? Amour has worked at the Sharess's Caress for many years and unfortunately sex workers are often targets of the worst kind of people so Amour is used to having to 'take care' of sordid people. Not somethey ever enjoy but views it as a necessary evil for thier own safety and of their friends.

15. What NPC's do they like? Which one's do they dislike? Every cat npc, no exceptions, Amour adores cats and cat like critters. They get along best with people from the Sharess's Caress, particularly Hoots the bartender. They often worked as arm candy for fancy parties so they have connections but wouldn't call anyone in Baldurs Gate a friend. Aside from Kira the cat, who only gets the finest fish from the market.