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pocket-dragon · 2 months
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Happy Valentines Patch 6 to one Miss Cliffgate (featuring my Tav and Durge making out)
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lazylittledragon · 3 months
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Please please tell me that Tara just loves baby dekarios
oh she’s invested from day ZERO
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top 10 pictures taken right before a specimen jar ‘accidentally’ falls off a shelf ^^^
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mo-mo-ru-art · 4 months
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There are sacrifices she is willing to make
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shirojikimattari · 5 months
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Yeah, Shadowheart worshipping Tav after a spiritual crisis is sweet but
Shadowheart being worshipped?
The only right way to love her.
[NSFW after cut]
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///okay so obviously coloring iand writing spice not my strongest suit but it’s my first time making an NSFW webcomic please don’t attack me or I will withdraw back into m underground burrow deep in the marshlands.
For the uninitiated, Tav is a Selûnite Monk with the intelligence of potato given free will.
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aurawra21 · 8 months
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"my heart is telling me I love you. it's about the only good news it's given me"
i am in shambles about her. i love Karlach sm so here's more of her and my Tav
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lav3nder-bees · 6 months
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Nothing like doing your goth gfs makeup before getting your ass handed to you on the battle field
i.e I wanted to doodle something between finishing schoolwork and it kind of got away from me
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crowlipso · 7 months
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Tryna slut him out and build a Lego set with him after.
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sorry-i-forgot · 8 months
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astarion: yeah my former master gave me these scars
my oath of vengeance paladin:
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araneapeixes · 27 days
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rare bg3 Tav moment coming from me to you with a doodle assortment. with a goth gf cameo of course
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orkbutch · 7 months
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Max setting only heated blanket gf
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pocket-dragon · 2 months
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lyriadark · 6 months
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Lucky
Chapter 1/? - 1,244 words
You'd think a follower of Tymora would have better luck.
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(she/her cleric tiefling Tav x Astarion, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers)
AO3 18+, MDNI. Chapter TW: implied/referenced domestic violence, implied/referenced past rape/noncon, implied referenced alcohol abuse/alcoholism, poisoning, tentacles, abduction
Notes: I won’t have a posting schedule for this, I will just update when I can. I have some difficult things going on in my life right now. There’s no sighting of our beloved elf yet, we are setting the stage. This takes place during the opening cinematic of the game.
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It was time. Octavia looked up at the ceiling from where she lay in the gaudy four-poster bed and took a deep breath, shaking. She gripped the coin at her throat and offered a silent prayer to her goddess. Please be with me now, Tymora.Everything rode on this. She didn’t take a single glance at the source of the snores next to her, not now. She couldn’t bear for her resolve to break again, or to miss her timing, like she had the first few times she meant to do this. She had been lucky last night, he had drunk himself into a stupor and fallen asleep, paying her no mind. 
Her heart was beating so quickly. She rose from the bed as stealthily as she could, drawing on what she had been taught. She placed one foot delicately onto the cold stone floor and rolled, then stood. 
Octavia stalked over to her wardrobe. Careful of every movement, she pulled out a knapsack she’d been slowly filling in secrecy. With coin, rations, clothes, stakes, holy water, daggers, her trusty old mace. Necessities. She shed her long silk nightgown and replaced it with a simple blouse, bodice, trousers, and thick leather boots, suitable for travel. The outfit was not tainted with bad memories like her other clothes were. It wasn’t given to her with expectations attached, or as a flimsy apology for wrongdoings. And it was comforting to once again be wearing things that were meant for adventure, for exploring, for fighting. She had missed being on the road. 
She then bent down, picking up a small vial she’d hidden in a pocket in her bag. She walked over to the bar at his side of the room. Her chest ached. She was so close.
He was still snoring loudly, peacefully. She lifted the lid of his decanter off gently. She expected the two glass pieces to clack together as she did, but, thank her goddess- they were silent. Her plan was going to work. Everything was going to be okay. He was going to die, and she was going to be free to adventure again as she wished. 
He was going to die. 
The reality of what Octavia was doing hit her like the swing of a troll. Even though she was being careful to make sure he wouldn’t drop dead while she was in the house, the city guard would be after her and asking questions. Everyone she knew now, in their high society life, would be trading gossip about her for weeks. Months, maybe. They would assume it was her. She heard the whispers they traded behind feathered fans and starched cravats when she walked past. 
Dreadful thing, isn’t she? Those horns, those tattoos, that scar? And such a blank expression on her face. So quiet, so stupid. Poor thing. She ought to leave and go back to fighting monsters. And she can’t even bear him a child. I wonder when Lord Alden will trade her in for a new, pretty wife. 
And. She would be killing her husband, of course.
She thought of the boy she had trailed behind as a young girl. He had curled black hair and warm brown eyes, and laughed at the smallest thing. When they had grown a little older and closer, he spoke of the life he would give her. Comfort and beautiful jewelry. Her dreams would come true. The romantic tales she loved to read would become her everyday life. She’d have all of the love she could ever hope for, she’d be cherished and powerful and protected and at his side forever. 
He had kept his promise about the jewelry, sure- but none of the rest. That little boy she loved was long gone, if he was ever real at all.
She then lifted the vial, her fingers fumbling a few times with the cork. She poured half of the contents into the alcohol inside the decanter, and then padded to his bedside table to pour the rest into his mug of water. She tipped the last bit of the liquid in. 
Octavia couldn’t help but take a glance at him after it was done. It seemed as though time stopped. He looked much different while he was asleep. She could almost imagine he wasn’t a threat to her, like this. As though she had imagined it all, and the person before her was not to blame. Mouth wide open, spit dripping out the side. Hair tangled and stuck to his face in places. The snores echoing loudly through him, shaking his nostrils. The stench of yesterday’s alcohol emanating from his mouth. Her stomach turned. No matter how elegantly he presented himself in public, Octavia was still so often disgusted by him. His touch. 
She couldn’t pinpoint the moment that it happened. But over time he fell from the pedestal she’d placed him on. She realized that he never deserved to be above her at all. That his honeyed words were not who he really was. That if she did what she was told just well enough, he wouldn’t, in fact, begin to treat her with the love and kindness he promised. Soft words she wanted to hear were only used sparingly to get what he wanted from her. His true form was something slimy and grotesque and more monstrous than anything they’d fought together. 
I’m making the right choice, she told herself. When I leave, he will just find someone else to take my place. Someone else to use. And by doing this, I’m sparing them. 
And then the silence was shattered. She heard a rumble in the distance, from above. Chimes ringing from the church towers in alarm. The sounds of screams reached her ears from outside. 
Shit. 
Her husband’s eyes opened and he blinked, rubbing them in a stupor. “What are you doing?”
Octavia didn’t wait to see what would happen next. She bolted around the bed for the door, stooping to grab her knapsack on the way out. She leapt down the hallway, tripping a little over a vase, which shattered as she accidentally knocked it down the stairs- Oh well, I fucking told him there was a better place for that- and she continued sprinting. Past their maids, past her husband’s faithful manservant, who uttered a bewildered, “Madam?” 
She ignored them all, including the sound of pounding footsteps now chasing her from upstairs. She unlatched the door and sprinted onto the street, not caring that the door was left open behind her.
The city of Yartar was in an absolute panic. The noise was intense. Buildings were demolished, bricks falling everywhere. Horses pulling carts and carriages galloped past, some without drivers. People were running. The majority were fleeing to her right, so she looked left. Just in time to see massive tentacles reaching down from above. They were larger than any she’d ever encountered, and flailing out toward the people behind her. She saw one of them reach toward an older dwarf and touch the back of his head. As soon as it did, he was transformed into a black mist that quickly faded away. 
This was so much bigger than anything she’d ever faced before. 
She turned to run, and then she heard a loud swoosh above her and to her left. She ducked, grimacing- and felt a thump as something connected with her back. She hadn’t been fast enough. 
Her reality dissipated. Everything went black.
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lazylittledragon · 3 months
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new tav just dropped!!! her name is cyra and she’s gale’s pocket gremlin
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antiqua-lugar · 7 months
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tav being canonically so attractive that people just throw themselves at them is super funny as a galemancer because like so many people in-game (and the game itself at times) call gale either annoying or pathetic straight up to his face but tav is turning down all of faerun for him. everyone desires them carnally and they are busy getting ready to be introduced to gale's cat over dinner.
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zellk · 8 months
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Githyanki doodling on post-it notes that I cleaned up a lil bit Lae'zel from memory on the first (im only happy with the profile tbh), and Anma and Mitas on the second (It was SO easy to fit them in BG3 lore it's insane... I even have a whole storyline roughly figured out for them and it came together in like 30 minutes on my walk home from work.) I don't have any energy to draw nowadays except on post-its, but it's better than nothing.
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andsylphy · 6 months
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she can say whatever the fuck she wants- her kids aren't here!
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