#wood elf tav

[lucklessrat]

New ref sheet for my baby Haysel 🌾

[thechaoticdruid]

Hello BG3 elf lovers, what kind of elf is your Tav?

[savs-creates]

Little comic I did in between commissions.

Cynric was kidnapped by Cazador and he can’t not run his mouth

[ilibit]

Karlach and Shart--

Old Baldur's Gate art I did during my first playthrough

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[goldenhallas]

my girl has a new outfit <3

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Pancakes

Set post-game. Thea Dekarios wakes from her trance to smell pancakes and investigates. SFW.

Based on this art.

When Thea Dekarios ended her trance, the first thing she noticed was a very distinct smell.

Pancakes?

PANCAKES?!?!

While she knew Gale was an excellent cook (as good as Mum, and that’s saying a lot), she did not know how utterly delicious his pancakes were. When she asked about the recipe, he mentioned it was a secret Dekarios family recipe. And winked. I’m a Dekarios now, so tell me what makes those pancakes so damn good. She tried as quietly as possible to sneak down the stairs and into the kitchen without alerting him, but a particularly squeaky floorboard made her husband aware of her presence.

“Good morning, my darling girl!” he said happily, flipping a pancake with every bit of flair she had come to expect from Gale. To say that he was a changed man was a gross understatement. For the first time in his life, he’s truly happy and at ease with himself. He loves teaching. He…loves. So much. “How did you rest?”

Leaning against the doorway into the kitchen, she smiled. “Good. I relived the night we told each other how we felt, and before you ask, it was just as lovely the second time around.”

He barked a laugh. “Well thank gods for that, eh? That was such a magical night, my love. Sometimes I can scarce believe that we found each other in the first place…and that by some miracle we are married and making a life together here in Waterdeep.” His attention went back to the pancakes. “I made you chocolate chip, sweetness. They’ll be done in a moment or two. And coffee,” a mage hand appeared and began to pour her a cup. “Will be done in a second.”

Thea shook her head, still smiling, and sat down at the table. The mage hand brought her the coffee in her favorite mug. It has me in my cat wildshape painted on it. “So much doting this morning, Mr. Dekarios. Have I done anything to deserve it?” She teased, the corners of her mouth quirking into a grin. “Or will I be doing anything to deserve it in the future?”

He flipped the pancakes onto a plate. “Mrs. Dekarios, you should know by now that the answers to those questions are ‘yes’ and ‘yes.’ And this,” He turned towards her, a look of merriment on his face, pulling at his robe slightly to expose a hairy leg to his upper thigh, making her squeal with laughter. “is only a taste of your reward.” As he laughed (the most wonderful sound in the world), he brought her plate of chocolate chip pancakes to her with a bow. “My lady’s breakfast. Hot and fresh.”

“So, like you then, love?” Hot. Fresh. All mine as I’m all his. She wrinkled her nose and giggled as she sliced into the first pancake. Oh fuck me, these smell amazing.

He rolled his eyes playfully, pouring three large globs of batter on the griddle. “I’m in too good a mood to protest this time, dearest. I’ll simply take your word for it that I am, indeed, hot and fresh. Speaking of which, I did take a shower, so by that logic, I am fresh at the very least—”

“Gale?”

“Yes, my love?”

She brought the first forkful of pancakes to her mouth. “You’re the hottest and freshest man in my life, now please come here and give me a kiss.”

His eyes widened, and he rushed towards her. Cupping her face in his hands, he gently kissed her lips. Perfect. He’s perfect. “Forgive me. I was too taken in by you. You see, darling, you’re somehow more beautiful when you wake from your trance…” He shook his head, kissing her once more. “Pancake duty calls. Don’t want them to burn.” He hurried back to the griddle and hummed a song Thea recognized from their wedding.

As she lifted the first forkful of pancakes to her lips, she sighed happily.

It was worth it.

All the pain.

All the misery.

Having to share my head with a damn tadpole.

It was worth it for this.

“Sometimes the little things are worth more than kingdoms.”

My darling Gale was absolutely right.

[crowetesque]

Since the official launch of Baldur's Gate 3 is around the corner I thought I'd share test scribbles of my planned Halsinmance druid, Maeve. Aka the wolf wife.

[grandmother-goblin]

Omfg Cas's face when the Emperor starts flirting with her. I'm dying 😂

[karlachsicepack]

Faerûnian 29 Day Writing Challenge

aka el tries to get back into writing after like 3 years this writing challenge inspired me a lot so i'm going to make you all suffer for it. i'll be doing a mix of the sfw and nsfw prompts, but starting with sfw for today! i'll also be mixing and matching my tavs/durges, so there will probably be little to no continuity. please be nice i haven't posted any writing in like 5 years ;~;

(SFW) Day 1: What was Tav doing when they were abducted?

Tav used: Develya, Wood Elf Rogue

The tavern wasn’t busy, given that it was the middle of the morning. The sun was still in its climb, offering the long fingers of nearly-midday sunlight to the bustling streets and buildings. Although… Most of those in the tavern hadn’t seen the bustling of the city in a long while. Especially not Develya Aldervale.

“Mornin’, sunshine.” If the bartender’s gruff voice didn’t wake her, the loud slam of the tankard onto the counter certainly did. One green and one blue eye, shadowed by last night’s charcoal, opened blearily, trying desperately to blink away the headache. “Mrrrnn.” Came the half assed response, long fingers reaching almost desperately for the tankard before her. Tankard half emptied in a single swig, the Elf woman pushed herself to her feet, finishing the rest of the drink on the way up. She strode to the latrine, making sure to fix her make-up and ensuring that her hair was perfectly styled to look messy before she returned. Moving back to her usual seat, she took the opportunity to glance at the tavern’s occupants. Two of the other usuals, one asleep at the bar and the other asleep on one of the tables, and one other man at the end of the bar, seeming to be nursing a pint of his own. No good marks, then.

She should wait until later. Most of the coin in her pocket had not been hers originally, almost all of the jewelry dangling from her ears and placed gently around her neck and wrists were not purchased by her, either. If anyone ever asked, she had won them fairly, but her opponents might disagree. The only ring she wore was her own, the silver ring inlaid with vines that wrapped around the band. She would have to leave this tavern soon, find a new area of the city to scalp. There were too many familiar faces, too many men that she had skimmed from already that she couldn't really risk finally sobering up long enough to two and two together.

But fuck it.

Waving to the bartender for another tankard, she sauntered to the end of the bar. This stranger with his hood up was just too tempting to ignore. Swaying her hips as she walked, she watched him as he watched her approach, a satisfied twinkle in her eyes. "Good morning, stranger." She purred, planting herself on the stool next to him. "What's a handsome devil like you doing in a tavern like this at this hour?" The man chuckled, lowering the hood, revealing the pointed ears and blonde hair that hid beneath. “Looking for an old friend.” He murmured, leaning back to giver her an unashamed glance up and down. A wood elf, like herself. An accent that was far from Baldurian, and the fresh scent of the woods still lingering on his cloak. Easy pickings.

“What’s your name, sunshine?” The man asked, offering a hand. “Elya Firepetal.” She answered, shaking his hand. They were calloused and strong, he clearly worked with a sword or other weapon. He responded with some line, the same that they always do - about how her name matched the fiery shade of her hair, or how the vine like tattoos upon her face were unusual this side of the Gate’s walls - and gave her his name. “Well, Ilikas,” she murmured, gesturing for their drinks to be refilled, “It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you.”

The morning passed swiftly to afternoon, drinks flowing almost constantly. Ilikas had proven to be a fierce opponent clearly no stranger to alcohol, but Develya was no lightweight either. They found themselves taking part in a card game, up against three men who had been strangers a mere hour before. Develya sat with riches before her, already toying with the necklace around her neck that one of the men had bought his wife just that morning. Her blouse strategically unbuttoned over the course of the game, revealing just enough cleavage to distract. And distract she did. Leaning forward as though to scratch an itch on her ankle, she slipped a card into her palm from the pocket sewn into her trousers, readying another winning hand. Slamming her win onto the table, another chorus of swears and noises of disgust sweetening her ears, she locked eyes with Ilikas across the table, noticing something in his gaze. Raising her tankard to her lips, she considered. He was attractive, that was sure, and there was nothing stopping her from emptying his wallet and fucking him.

“Gentlemen, I think I’ll cash out for the day.” She murmured, offering the table another flash of cleavage as she swept the gold coins into her pockets. “Me, as well.” The wood elf man agreed, picking up the few coins he had left on the table. Hook, line and sinker.

The man’s hand snaked around her waist as she walked to the exit, and she pushed closer to him. This day had gone textbook perfectly. She was about to get everything she could have wanted from a good score.

Stepping out into the warm afternoon air, all excitement about the coming pleasures disappeared at the sight before her.

Five men, armed with spears wrapped with vines and silver inlays, the blaze of the Aldervale house proud on their chests, stood in the way, all weapons pointed towards them both.

“I’m sorry about the dramatics, Ms. Aldervale.” Ilikas murmured into her ear, pressing some sort of hidden blade into her back. “Your father wants you home.”

Shit.

Heartbeat thundering in her ears, she searched desperately for some way out. The men were in a perfect semicircle, no way through them. Her only chance was back. She raised her hands with a sigh. Ilikas chuckled. “There’s a good girl.” The blade moved from her back, giving her exactly the space that she needed.

Twisting around, she tossed a handful of sand from the pouch sewn into her pocket, causing the man to drop weapons and protect his eyes. She darted around him, disappearing back into the tavern once more. Bounding over confused patrons and their tables alike, she made a beeline for the back door, hearing the six Aldervale men entering loudly. Shouts of “seize her!” and “stop that woman!” roared over the crowd, but the awkward arms that reached out for her were no match for the woman’s athletics. Leaping and writhing through the crowd, she pushed through the kitchen’s doors, barreling past cooks to reach that final door that would lead out onto the street and to her freedom.

Catching one of the staff with her shoulder in her haste, she stumbled, crashing through the doors and landing on her knees in the alley. She barely had time to notice the other people fleeing, all running in the same direction down the street before something caught her eye. It lowered from the sky, reaching its long tentacle towards her, but she didn’t have time to panic further. It touched her shoulder, and a strange sensation washed over her. Like a feeling of flight, or maybe falling. The darkness covered her vision, and the Nautiloid claimed yet another victim.

[mayhasopinions]

very quick sketch and a kinda-official introduction to my tav Falufii !!

bonus: girl sillied too close to the tadpole in act 3 and got turned half-illithid :(

[lucklessrat]

Now that the con is over i can finally go back to self indulgently drawing my bg3 ocs again 😌 i think im gonna replay my first tav Haysel. You know. Instead of the 5 new characters i wanted to play.

[coyoats]

Why is she like that

[rainbowd00dles]

"I rather like your musk."

"Don't be weird.."

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I just think every LI should have a river scene

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Stars

Thea is always happy to have Gale's company. SFW.

“May I join you?”

The second Thea heard Gale’s voice she felt her cheeks burn. Oh gods, why does he do this to me? “Of course! Always happy to have my favorite wizard with me.” He sat next to her on a large rock, his expression lighter than she had seen from him so far. Except when he gave me his “lesson” on the Weave…which ended with imagining me kissing him…which he then did nothing about.

“Your favorite wizard? Madam, surely you jest!”

She wrinkled her nose and giggled. “I’ve traveled with many wizards, and yes, you are my indeed my favorite.” It’s not hard considering the others were all annoying know-it-alls, but he doesn’t need to know that.

Chuckling softly, Thea could swear a pink blush appeared on his cheeks. “It’s heartening to know that I’m your favorite in anything, though I wonder if you make it a habit of traveling with such motely crews such as ours.”

“Not quite.” She glanced at Gale, her green eyes meeting his brown ones. His focus was solely on her, and unlike what she felt when Astarion spoke to her, she felt like Gale truly was interested in her. I never know what is really in that head of his. “After my eighteenth nameday, I traveled to other druidic enclaves to learn and further hone my skills. I also did some adventuring as I went, met all sorts of people.” Don’t you dare tell him why you returned to Baldur’s Gate. Keep it light. Keep it happy. We’re dealing with enough as it is…he’s dealing with enough as it is…

“It sounds like you’ve led an exciting life so far.” he said wistfully. “And while I’m enjoying our little adventure for the most part---minus the multiple threats of death daily and our friends up here---” he pointed to his head. “I can’t help but miss Waterdeep. Home. My tower. How I wish I was there now with you.”

Her heart skipped a beat, and all she could say was, “Oh?”

He tentatively reached for her hand and gave it a small squeeze. “Oh yes. We’d be on my terrace, having watched the sun set and the moon rise. A bottle of wine. Something sweet, perhaps? I could make some chocolate souffles. Regardless of our refreshment, you and I would be there together, savoring the stars shining brighter than nearly everything,” he brought her hand to his lips. “Except your smile.” Oh. My. Fucking. Gods. Is this a dream? This must be a dream, right? This isn’t actually happening to me, is it? It happens to everyone else except me. “And then, if you decide that it’s what you want, I will take you to bed.” It is happening. It’s actually happening.

“That’s exactly what I want.” She says without even thinking. “All of it.” Leaning her head closer to Gale’s, the heat from her face spreads to the rest of her. “Why didn’t you kiss me the night we were connected in the Weave?” Her voice was barely a whisper. “I had hoped you would.” If you won’t make the first move, sir, then I will. Thea’s lips were tantalizing close to Gale’s.

“One kiss. For now. Then I must explain my…my…” Seemingly in slow motion, both his hands cupped her round face and kissed her as if she was made of glass. Which I’m not. I’ve been called built like a brick shithouse before, and it’s accurate, if I’m being honest. His beard tickled her face, and she smiled as she kissed him back. Slow. Gentle. With passion trying to bubble to surface. Let go, Gale. He ended it, much to her disappointment, and his forehead rested against hers. “I-I’m deeply afraid if I get too…passionate…then I may lose control of the orb. That being said,” his thumbs caress her freckled cheeks. “I’ve been wanting to do that for some time now, my dear.”

“Me too. Honestly, the second I pulled you out of that rune I thought, ‘Oh no, he’s handsome and charming and very kind!’” Thea, you sound nuttier than one of Mum’s fruitcakes.

Gale laughed and kissed her again. Short and sweet just like him. I mean, he is shorter than me and very sweet! “’Oh no’ generally isn’t the reaction I hope for when I meet someone, especially before all those adjectives.” He teased, wrapping an arm around her thick waist. “Why not ‘Oh yes, there’s a well-groomed, witty gentleman!’”

She chuckled, one of her long arms going around his shoulders. Leaning her head against his, she smiled as she looked towards the sky. “I was thinking that too, if you must know.”

His fingers danced along the hem of her top. “May I?” He whispered.

Thea thought in that moment, with the way the moon and starlight lit his features, he was never more beautiful. “More than anything. No one’s ever wanted to touch me there.” Why did you add that?!?!? He doesn’t need to know how pathetic you are!!!

He hummed softly, his hand now barely under her top, caressing her soft flesh. “Their loss. My exceedingly good fortune.” They sat in silence for a few moments before Gale spoke again. “I’m truly sorry we cannot do anything more tonight, my love. It takes a lot of out of me between keeping the orb stabilized, the pain, and our travels.”

Wait a second… Her eyes widened. “I can help!” Nearly knocking him over, she raised her left hand and closed her eyes. A golden glow surrounded her like when Halsin examined her at the goblin camp. Gale thought she never looked more beautiful. Muttering something, he then felt warmth.

“The pain is much less than it was a second ago.” He whispered in awe. “By the gods, it’s almost as if the orb isn’t even there. How—”

The glow dissipated as her left hand dropped to hold one of his. “It’ll keep the pain down for the night, so at least you can get a good night’s rest, love.” Anything for you. Everything.

He nodded, tears threatening to fall. “Thank you. You are brilliant, marvelous, lovely, perfect in every single way, and I love you.” He kissed her freckled cheek, and Thea’s heart nearly skipped a beat. “I utterly adore you.”

Okay I can’t take it anymore.

Thea hugged him, very suddenly and hard. THE BIGGEST HUG FOR MY GALE! “I love you too!”

“Darling…I’m so very happy, but I fear I cannot breathe so easily as I did a moment ago…”

She released him, grinning sheepishly. “Oh oops, sorry. I just really like hugs, and it turns out I really, really love hugging you, love.”

As he stood (I think I heard his knees crack, oh dear), Gale’s smile was brighter than she had ever seen it. “Ah, so does that mean you’d quite like giving me a…bear hug?” He winked, holding up his hands like claws.

Thea rolled her eyes, groaning. “Fucking hells, I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

He laughed heartily and held out a hand. “Yes, but it was an elegant walk. Perfectly executed.”

“But I bet you didn’t see this coming, Gale of Waterdeep.” She smirked, practically beaming at him. Her green eyes glowed golden as she wildshaped into a bear. Her parasite reached out to his.

I could give you a bear hug now, love.

I adore you, dearest. Truly. However, I think I’d rather keep the claws away from any robes and arteries. How about this instead? He scratched the soft fur of her ears and hummed. There we go. How’s that, my love?

Amazing. So, um, do you want to come back to my tent to sleep? If not, that’s completely okay, I don’t want to impose—

Please do impose upon me whenever you wish, including tonight.

Bear or no bear?

Gale’s face turned crimson. Ahem. Perhaps another night we can explore your bear form in intimate settings.

She wildshaped back into her usual form, giggling. “I look forward to it, my handsome, beautiful man.” Spinning around, she walked backwards a few steps, a freckled arm reaching for him. “Shall we, love?”

Gale felt tears in his eyes as he took hand and brought it to his lips. “Always…always, dearest.”

[deathlywounded]

A short pause in their main story to show the first camp flirting attempts of my lil necromancer Druid 🤲🏼🍯🍓🐝

[feyspeaker]

lover's caress commission for the lovely @/milcish of their character Verin feat. Astarion's hand haha. ♥