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cosmicaeons21 · 2 days

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It’s still cooking… (sneak peak) 🤫

#work in progress #artists on tumblr #baldurs gate 3 #halsin silverbough #promarkers #bg3 fanart #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 tav oc #nsft ish #mature art #steamy #thunder and lightning #JH (my) Art

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jeeaark · 3 months

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do you have any screenshots of greyg ingame? it's rlly fun to see how tavs look vs. how they're drawn :o

You're in luck! Had to grab some armor refs a short time ago, so ye!

(Always wondered if anyone was curious about Greyg's actual appearance, ahaha)

So Here's Greygold in all their Grey and Gold Glory~

Have some micro-expressions of Greygold too.

Furrowed-Frowny-Face Greygold (90% their expression):

Lae'zel got drenched in blood due to fighting a few (not nice) people to get dat sweet crisp lighting for the picture (surprisingly a lot of bad lighting around here).

Pondering-Pout Greygold:

Talking-to-Lae'zel Face:

And Up Close Faces~:

#Bg3 tav #my tav #bg3 tav oc #greygold #and here I thought I was gonna get away with never sharing Greygold's actual face HUAH #That dawning horror when you finally look back at Greyg's real face after months without refs #and realize you've been drawing them INACCURATELY HUAH OH WELL ajdflajdf #now you too can design Greygold as your guardian so that they can finally wear dat dream armor ahahaha

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teratomart · 8 days

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a little rockstar Alduin AU. as a treat. based on Peter Steele from Type O Negative!

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nyda-the-tav1 · 3 months

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A lil Ophelia & Enver

Ophelia's a Tav from a fic on Ao3 called Sleep Deprivation. It's about a short lil elf that can't sleep cuz of Orin and has the crazy idea of sleeping in the bed of the only person Orin can't touch.

Anyways, here's Wonderwall:

Fic details below cut

Here's the fic <3 It's rated E, just so ya know >.>

(Also, I'm now a co-creator on it! I help with editing and stuff, so that's fun <3)

#gortash x tav #enver gortash #bg3 #bg3 fic #tavtash #tavtash fic #lord enver gortash #baldur's gate 3 #lord gortash #BG3 fic: Sleep Deprivation #bg3 tav oc #named tav #Tav OC: Ophelia #gortav

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leondoodlezart · 3 months

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Karlach didn't survive Tav'Ryl's run. Tav was there for her in the end, as they promised.

Tav and Gale talk about Karlach (and the others) around Mina as to keep her memory alive. Mina knows the others from their adventuring party to various degrees.

Also I just love drawing older Gale.

#baldurs gate gale #artists on tumblr #nonbinary artist #lgbt artist #queer artist #digital artwork #clip studio paint #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 tav oc #baldurs gate tav #bg3 tav #Tav'Ryl #nbpreg

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nyda-the-tav · 2 months

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Introducing my Tav OC Raina! She's in a fic I haven't posted yet but I think she's pretty neat.

Bit about her before I start the prompt:

she's an elf

an arcane trickster

she's young for an elf (like maybe 70? Haven't nailed that down yet)

Now the prompt! (linked here)

Baby

Parents: mum's a courtesan in Beregost and her dad she's never met. She knows he's a semi-famous wyvern hunter though.

Birth: She was unplanned and her mum was pretty bitter raising her solo. She was named Raina because of her mother's fondness of the rain. Haven't worked out a birth date yet.

First word: Fuck :) (thank the kitchen staff at Feldepost's)

When they first walked: In the back kitchens of Feldepost's Inn. The cooking staff would take turns minding her. They were like family to her.

Tantrum: When she was 2 one of the cooks gave her her own little ale mug for drinking water. It had a dented corner and was her favourite thing in the world. She named it Aloun, mistakening her mother's Elvish lessons as the cup's name. Any time someone else used Aloun, Raina would throw a fit. She was very possessive of that ale mug and even took it with her when she left home.

First sickness: She was almost never sick, though when she was about seven she had a really nasty fever. Her mum dropped her clients and stayed with her at all hours till she was better. It took a few days for the illness to pass. It was the only time Raina remembers her mother being worried.

Thunderstorm: Raina has fond memories of storms. The harder the better. During bad storms the courtesans would call it a night since no one wanted to go out in the bad weather, so they'd all pitch in for mulled wine and sit beneath the veranda watching the storm together. The other courtesans were very much her aunts and uncles despite no blood relation. Sometimes they'd sneak her a sip of wine and her mum would pretend not to notice.

Some of these are more childhood than baby but oh well! It's where the prompt ended up.

#bg3backstorybash #bg3 prompts #bg3 fic #bg3 oc #tav oc #bg3 tav oc #Tav: Raina

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corrodeheaven · 1 month

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Day 6. An Intimate Moment

Platonic OC x Canon moment for @theocxcanonweek

Bhaal, Lord of Murder and his favorite child, Lysander (OC). They're father and son you guys! (they're horribly fucked up.)

CW: Thinking about murder in semi-detail and blood mentions!

This is the first time Bhaal has held one of his children in his incorporeal palms.

Such a tiny thing, infants, and mortals of all ages. So small, so fragile, his ethereal blood sings with the urge to crush it while it rests soundly. Ignorance, the making of all mortals, but especially of the little ones.

Even if made entirely from the Lord of Murder himself, that does not change. The infant, small and squishy and so easy to snuff out in an instant, rests soundly in his grasp.

So unaware, not trusting, for he can’t understand the concept yet, having just been created. But unaware, completely unaware, and oblivious to the world. How easily he could be killed, that his own father is imagining it now. It’d be like bursting a bubble, or crushing a bug.

Effortlessly. But unlike bubbles or insects, this death would make a mess. Coat divine fingers in blood and sinew.

Bhaal passes on the urge to his spawn, but that does not mean he is not affected by it. A passing of genes, as all parents do. This babe will be no different, perhaps it will possess an urge as strong as the God himself.

How wonderful that would be, to see blood spilled in his name by one just like him. More so than all his other spawn could ever hope to be.

Were he to ever hold another spawn in his hands, he harbors no doubt about their fate. Their skull would cave with the barest bit of force, and blood would pour through the gaps in his fingers down to the mortal plain in a crimson rain.

But not this one.

Though Bhaal wants to, feels the urge to kill and maim, he resists. How foreign the mere concept is to him now, let alone the action itself. For now, he is gentle, fingers relaxed and splayed.

In his palms, is the creature of his own design, appearing humanoid at least at this early stage. No pointed ears, no horns or tails, and no scales. Perfectly ordinary, perfectly nonthreatening, perfectly perfect.

A prince of murder he will soon be.

“Now… what shall I name you?” This is another first, for the Lord of Murder. Naming his own spawn.

When the blood of Bhaal is diluted with the that of a lowly mortal, there is never a need to name them himself, to bother remembering its existence until it proves itself worth remembering.

The naming, the rearing, the caretaking, all of it is left to the other parent. But now, there is only Bhaal and his little prince. His to name, but not his to rear or care for.

He cannot.

How he’d love to shape the infant every moment of his short life, guiding him with a gentle hand on his back down the right path. But he cannot. Incorporeal hands cannot guide anyone anywhere, can they?

Unseen and untouchable, that is Bhaal’s fate, one his prince does not share.

Parenthood. Bhaal never considered it, being a parent, showing something so weak and troublesome anything close to affection. Affection, yet another foreign concept, one he intentionally forgot long, long ago.

No Bhaalist would dare associate paternal instincts with their god. Insinuating he is capable of love of any kind, a cardinal sin, one that could only be appeased through self-sacrifice. Begging for one’s forgiveness with the sinner’s blood and soul as an offering.

In his current state, unable to touch, only able to watch, there is no way for him to father his spawn. He has never wanted to in the first place, and starting now is pointless. There is no point desiring something that can never be.

But he can name this spawn. Where all others were left to find their way to him as a show of worth, where all others are mere spawn in his eyes, hardly different from one another, this one will have a name.

One Bhaal gave him, personally, thoughtfully, willingly.

“Lysander.”

As if his silent voice was heard, the infant stirs. While all other infants cry and scream, this one is silent. So silent it’s unclear if it’s awake, asleep, or dead in his grip.

The infant stares up into the vast void of death, black holes swallowing stars and planets until it inevitably swallows itself and detonates, and he laughs.

Yes, he is perfect.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 #bg3 tav oc #bg3 dark urge #bg3 durge #the dark urge #bg3 bhaalspawn #durge #bg3 durge oc #Lysander Rose #bhaal #oc x canon week 2024

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verbosemoth · 7 months

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full of necromancy yum!

#my art #needlestitch tag #bg3 tav #bg3 tav oc #tav oc #bg3 #wizard #necromancer #body horror #they did their own top surgery btw #being experimented on has its perks

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wisecrackzach · 8 months

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Anyway here's my Tav, Meadora cause I'm obsessed with her and need others to know 💐🤪

#bg3 tav #tav #bg3 #bg3 oc #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate oc #oc #bg3 character #bg3 tav oc #tav oc

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teratomart · 5 days

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little a slayer design WIP!!! he's on his way!

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nyda-the-tav1 · 2 months

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Old pen doodles from the Dancing chapter in Sleep Deprivation.

(a throwback to ch 34. We're at 43 rn)

Ophelia is short. Halsin is tall.

(This is still very much a Gortash romance fic.)

As a bonus: a terribly proportioned of Gortash, Ophelia and Raphael!

Link to chapter on AO3 below cut~

#BG3 fic: Sleep Deprivation #BG3 fic #enver gortash #halsin #bg3 #tavtash #bg3 tav oc #Tav OC: Ophelia #tav x gortash #doodle #bg3 fanart #raphael the cambion #raphael bg3

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leondoodlezart · 3 months

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Tav'Ryl is a monk, so they don't get sick. Morning sickness is a whole other beast, though.

#artists on tumblr #nonbinary artist #queer artist #lgbt artist #digital artwork #clip studio paint #baldur's gate 3 gale #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #gale x tav #baldurs gate gale #baldurs gate tav #bg3 tav #bg3 tav oc #nbpreg #cw: morning sickness #cw: vomit

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foxisscared · 5 months

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A Meaningful Conversation

Gale Dekarios x Tiefling!Oc!Tav

A/N:Hi,so I have no idea what I'm doing, but I thought I'd give this a try with my Tav. His name is Amadius and he's a Tiefling Barbarian. Also I'm still trying to get a feeling for Gale's character so if you have any pointers please feel free to comment

Amadius was never one for idle company. He was not one for company at all, used to only relying on himself and not staying in one place long enough to forge meaningful relationships. Which is why this group unsettled him and the fact that he was automatically made leader further unnerved him. He was not used to having to care for this many people before and it showed. Even though he was considered their leader Amadius kept to himself, avoiding unnecessary chatter amongst party members, but there was one person who caught his eye.

The silly little wizard named Gale of Waterdeep who often chatted at him about things Amadius didn't quite understand, something Amadius didn't mind quite as much as he thought he would. He'd even come to expect the conversation, dare he say happily anticipated them. Today was no different Gale and Amadius sat around the campfire while Gale was cooking, Amadius looking brooding as always.

"Amadius, are you paying attention?" Gale asks as Amadius looked like he'd zoned out.

"Yes Gale, I am listening. I believe you were talking about certain incatricies of the weave, not that I understand any of it but I do find it quite interesting" He says, still not looking at the man. Gale looked surprised that anyone much less a barbarian such as himself was actually paying attention to him.

"I'd be more than happy to explain it to you. I can't remember the last time someone actually sat down and listened to what I have to say" Gale said with a chuckle but immediately quieted down noticing Amadius' far away look. "Are you okay Amadius?" He asked. "Far be it of me to demand you tell me what's wrong but I am here to support you" He said causing visible hesitation to form on Amadius' face

"Uhm... Its nothing, Gale. Its just very overwhelming going from living on your own for 20 years to leading a group of 6 people to defeat a world ending evil. I'm not used to this many people, much less leading them. I was never one for being emotionally invested and now I fear I'm more emotionally invested than ever" He says with vulnerability that seemed quite out of character for him

"Being on your own for 20 years sounds quite lonely" Gale says softly, looking at Amadius with a look Amadius couldnt quite place.

"Yeah well, that's just how things are. You go through life, prove your worth to those around you, and if you don't, you die alone. Once you disappoint enough people, you learn when to stop being a nusiance and just leave" Amadius said so casually it caught Gale off guard.

"Oh... Well... I am sure you'll prove more than valubale to our party, then there's no way you'll have to leave." Gale said awkwardly, causing Amadius to scoff and smile softly

"One can only hope." Amadius said softly glancing at Gale with an uncharacteristically soft smile. He really did hope he could prove useful, despite his best efforts he was growing quite attached to this little party and didn't want to disappoint them.

"Well... Enough depressing things for tonight, how about I finish up dinner and we eat around the campfire?" Gale says after clearing his throat as he went back to stirring the pot causing Amadius to chuckle.

"Yeah, lets do that... Then you can finally finish explaining the weave to me. Which by the way I still don't understand and I don't think I ever will understand" Amadius says causing Gale to laugh.

"Well that's what I'm here for, my friend" He said, and when the word friend left Gale's mouth, something melted in Amadius, causing him to tear up just the slightest.

"Yeah... I'd like that" Amadius said softly with a smile.

#gale dekarios x tav #gale dekarios x oc #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #tiefling tav #bg3 tav oc #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 gale #gale of waterdeep #gale of waterdeep x tav

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beeben · 4 months

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Drowjima bardic violence