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30 Questions for Your Tav! [ Ask Meme ]

[ Send in a number for a question to be answered! What is your Tav like? Who are they as a person? ]

Your Tav as a Companion

1. What would your Tav’s greetings be (at different levels of approval)? 2. Describe their tent setup! What’s on the outside? The inside? 3. What would their character quest be titled? Why? 4. What would your Tav’s romance scenes look like? How many would they have? 5. Describe their idle animations! 6. How would the player go about meeting them in Act 1? What is their introduction? 7. Describe their arc. How would a player help resolve it? What choices can be made? Can your Tav be turned down a dark path, or pulled to a lighter one? 8. After Act 3, what does their life look like? What are they talking about at the reunion party?

Back to Basics

9. What’s the significance behind your Tav’s name? 10. Does your Tav have a last name? Is there a meaning behind it? 11. What is your Tav’s go-to comfort food? 12. Does your Tav have any tattoos or scars? Why? 13. What is your Tav’s main color palette? Why do they choose those colors? 14. Where are they from? What was home like? 15. Is your Tav more likely to fight/flight/freeze/fawn? 16. What do they do for fun, when not adventuring? What are their hobbies? 17. Do they have any enemies outside of the main plot? Any friends? 18. Where/with whom do they feel safest? 19. What is their MBTI Type?

Deep Dives

20. What is their relationship to touch? Do they shy away from it? Do they need it to feel present? 21. Describe a defining moment from their past, which makes them who they are today! 22. How is your Tav’s relationship with their family? Their parents? 23. How does your Tav act in situations of stress? In moments of peace? 24. What does your Tav consider to be their own biggest character flaw? 25. What is something they would die on a hill over? 26. Give us one of your Tav’s secrets! 27. What is the worst thing they’ve ever done/said to someone they love? 28. Describe a smell that reminds your Tav of childhood. 29. What fears keep them up at night? 30. What does your Tav want more than anything?

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The Nightmare

In a world without cookies there is only pain, corruption and decay. Claws grasping and tearing the mind. Welcome to the unending Nightmare.

I had the pleasure to work on this piece as a commission for the wonderful MorphieBlossom . Vector cutouts are quite fantastic projects and I'm always looking forward to work on a new one. I hope you like how it turned out. Thank you for commissioning me!

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Another portrait and lighting study!

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Here’s some of the options!

I’ve opened up my Etsy! Please consider getting a vinyl decal from me. I’ve got a whole bunch of BG3 items and adding more each day. I will be adding more nerdy items soon as well.

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I’ve opened up my Etsy! Please consider getting a vinyl decal from me. I’ve got a whole bunch of BG3 items and adding more each day. I will be adding more nerdy items soon as well.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #etsyshop #my work for sale

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I loved that you drew this so much, that I had to give them color 💜💜💜 Thank you, @devsash

🎆"To know you love me for the man I am, and not the magic I command... None have loved me so purely before." 🎆

Gale and @tindomielsilverthorn 's Nadani share a tender moment 💞

#baldur's gate 3 #gale #nadani #fan art #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #I had to color them because I love them so much.

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fuck it, I'm posting this tease as a standalone as well, not just hidden under a read-more. be blessed galemancers

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Birthday time again, and I guess that's when it's nice to have a timeless, ever-youthful elf to draw. Thanks for joining me for another year, everyone.

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I can’t wait to share more of this world with you all! 💜💜💜. Thank you, Galder, for bringing my idea to life. It’s gorgeous.

The Spire

On the coast of Eyrinburn, the waves lapped against stone. Ancient obsidian from a long dead volcano that had spilled its soul onto the surrounding hills and down to the shore. Once it may have glittered in the sun, but centuries of salt water battering it had built up a thick, dull crust. It was from that ancient glass a tower rose. Eternal Reverence Spire.

No one had ever been able to ascertain its origin. The tower had been there for as long as recorded history, perhaps longer. It stretched up to sky, the top lost to the clouds. The pale white stone sat in sharp contrast to the volcanic rock that supported it. Hundred of arched windows dotted the side in a curling pattern to the penultimate floor. Spikes protruded from the walls in a few places, terrifyingly dangerous. Occasionally along that path, a curved balcony stretched out into the open air. And why, even on exceptionally clear days, did it appear that the highest reaches were surrounded by dark clouds that made the unusual structure feel like a grand tree?. Though none held the answer, all who gazed upon the tower felt the power and grandeur of it.

The Spire had been the seat of the local arch magus. The seat of magical power for the entire region. This held true until roughly one hundred years ago, when the last magus eschewed the ancient guidelines of “balance in all magic, neither Glimmer, nor Gloom, else it will spell your doom.” He delved too deeply into dark magics that consumed his mind. His attempts to create defenses for the tower turned against him, bringing him to his tragic end. Since that time, the tower has been off limits, locked through arcane magics to protect visitors from falling to the same constructs that destroyed their creator. Yet those from the local village swore lights still appeared in the windows at night after all this time.

I had the pleasure to work on this piece for the wonderful TindomielSilverthorn who has entrusted me with painting a very special location - The Spire. I had enjoyed the entire process greatly and hope that you like how it turned out!

Thank you for commissioning me.

#not my art #art for me #Saaret #The Spire #the clouds pulling in above are wonderfully chilling

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Serenity

Lance's troubled youth has turned into troubled teenage years, filled with things people her age should most likely avoid. Her family tried to intervene, but the situation has resolved on its own. During one of her wild rides, Lance was confronted by an unlikely inn patron - a veteran Brewmaster monk by the name of Lorien. A few drinking contests later and several attempts by the worgen upstart to deal with the pandaren 'menace' and 'teach him a lesson!', lead to Lorien actually adopting Lance as his young apprentice, seeing certain qualities in her others could not. 

A few short years later, and Lance has made strides, turning her life around. The old Brewmaster initiated her into his martial art secrets and taught her how to control and use her former vice to become an unconventional and feared sight on the battlefield, becoming a promising member of the Brigade's younger generation and the first of the Worgen monks of Westbrook. I have finished this piece at the end of the last year, but never got around to posting it, thanks to all the holiday uploads and commission rush. I have greatly enjoyed the colors and the feel of this one, as well as painting a Worgen, which I don't do nearly as much as I'd like to. I hope you like how it turned out. Mhm, I wonder, getting kicked by the huge powerful Worgen paws has to hurt, right?  Do you have a Monk OC? May we see them?

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Thinking about this line from Cazador and what implies:

I keep thinking about how strange and new must have been for Astarion to finally be surrounded by people who actually listen to him and no one there to punish him for speaking up. 

How it must have felt for him to be able to freely joke around and find that Tav actually laughs at his jokes and even joins in the fun. How new it must have been to be able to express himself and have people who actually listen to him and don't treat him like he is a nuisance, but truly listen to what he has to say. 

I imagine a Tav who just listens, even when he is complaining and whining on purpose, they listen and maybe smile a bit between themselves because they've seen through him, and they never tell him to shut up, they let him vent, they listen to his stories about Cazador, they laugh with him at his jokes. 

No wonder he falls so hard for Tav or becomes very fond of them in a friendship route.

After 200 years where even the Gods didn't care to listen, he has found someone who sits down with him and hears him out.

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This was so fun to color 💜

Art trade for templarkarshana over on twitter. I really enjoyed drawing Kallai for them! He’s such a handsome character 😍 Colours by the ever amazing @tindomielsilverthorn 💖

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A memorable beginning.

This is a sex piece. If it’s not your cup of tea, keep scrolling.

The bed he had conjured beneath her was softer than any she’d experienced before. And yet, somehow firm enough that she didn’t sink in, even as he climbed in with her.

Nadani had patted the bed, welcoming him in. Years of experience had kicked in, her mind both with him, and yet, not fully present. As his lips met hers, she tried to savor it, to fall into the bliss she’d heard about in the bard’s songs. She focused on his face, tracing the curves of his eyes, taking in the warm, comforting brown that made her melt. Her fingers worked swiftly to undo the lacing of her corset, not wanting to make him wait. Horny men were impatient much of the time. That much she could say with certainty. And making them wait was unwise.

Gale’s fingers covered hers and pulled them away. “Nadani, my love, let me show you what this can be. Do you trust me,” he asked, with all the tenderness she’d dreamed of. He smiled as she nodded at him. With practiced ease, he loosened the garment and drew it gently from her. His lips pressed to her neck, working across her skin until he reached the neckline of her blouse. He slowly peeled the fabric back, trailing kisses along the newly exposed flesh.

Nadani’s skin pricked, an almost electric sensation shadowing his lips. Was he using his magic, or was it simply that his actions thrilled her in a way she’d not known? In that moment, she didn’t care which, only that she didn’t wish for him to stop.

He made his way to the small hollow beneath her throat and kissed, then licked the spot before tugging the lace at the center of her blouse. The fabric parted and more kisses came. Worshipful, intoxicating attentions that he placed down her sternum and between her breasts. His hands slipped beneath the bottom hem of her shirt and slid it up, thumbs pausing to very lightly trace her nipples before continuing on their path to remove the garment entirely.

Nadani gasped, a thrill running through her. She moved to tug at the lacing on his shirt, again being stopped by him. “But, I thought you wanted to-” she began.

“Not yet,” he murmured, his smile disarming her fears of rejection. “You wished to be with me, just as I am. Allow me to show you what that means.” He set her shirt aside and continued to trail kisses down her stomach. His hands, impossibly soft despite the hardships they’d been through, cradled her sides. His attentions moved him to the waist of her pants. His tongue slipped out and somehow, to Nadani’s amazement, unbuttoned them slowly, deliberately, as he stared up at her. His eyes shone at her fascination.

*If he can do that with his mouth…* she thought, brought up short by his apparent expertise. Her fingers wound into his brown locks, urging him to continue.

He chuckled, but rose to kneel on the bed. Lifting her left leg slightly, Gale slipped off her sandal and lightly massaged the arch of her foot. He placed her ankle against his shoulder and repeated the same with the right. His hands worked up the back of her legs to the waist of her trousers. Lifting her up, he swiftly removed them and they were added to the pile.

Nadani couldn’t help but notice the front of his pants straining with the effort to keep him contained. Yet he made no move to adjust, so much were his attentions focused on her. “Gale..” she breathed. She stifled a moan as his lips planted kisses from her ankle, to her knee, up the inside of her thigh until he reached the warmth of her sex.

He nuzzled into the soft curls, breathing in her scent before pressing his lips to her folds. His tongue began to explore, causing her hips to roll under him. His hands took her waist and held her firm, allowing her to do little more than fist the bed clothes. Her tail and her toes curled as his tongue flicked her clit, sending ripples of sensation through her entire body. He kept her from twisting as his tongue darted in and out of her, humming at the pleasure of her taste.

Nadani ceased to move, her muscles tightening in anticipation. “Gale…gods…”

He drew back a moment, grinning. “No. Just Gale. As you requested, my love.” He slipped a finger deep into her, the knuckle of the next rubbing her clit as he lapped at the juices that ran onto his hand. A second joined it and he began thrusting them in, driving her to her first climax of the evening. Her voice rang out across the glade and neither cared at this point that the camp was quite close.

“No one has ever done this to me,” she panted and he moved his face between her legs to relish in what he had wrought.

“Then I must do so again,” he said, smiling. His fingers moved in her again, spreading wider, opening her.

“Gale, please, let me do the same,” she whispered, trying to lean up.

He gently pushed her back down onto the bed. Pulling his jerkin over his head, he tossed it aside. “Not tonight. Let me do this. You chose the pleasures of our mortal selves, our physical flesh. Let me show you how you’ve stirred mine.” Somehow his pants were off before she was able to argue. His cock sprang upward, bumping against his stomach lightly. A trail of deep brown hair speckled with grey worked up his belly the length of which matched his shaft. The scar on his chest that marked the entry of the orb seemed to pulse with an unexplained glow, drawing Nadani to trace around it gently with a talon. He winced lightly, worried over what she might be thinking in that moment. He wrapped his fingers around hers, silently drawing them to his lips and kissing each in turn.

She smiled, pushing her hips up towards him. “Gale, if you don’t let me pleasure you as you did me and you just sit there, I’m going to take matters into my own hands,” she urged.

Gale chuckled and leaned down over her, capturing her lips in his own. “If this is my last night, my one chance at the wonder that is you, I intend to make every effort for it to be memorable. This is my fervent desire. That you should want for nothing this night.” His cock rubbed against her, so hard she could feel it throbbing.

“What I want is for us both to enjoy this. This will not be our one night. But I will make you see stars you haven’t created,” Nadani promised.

The wizard couldn’t help but kiss her even more passionately. Reaching down, he guided himself into her. Moving achingly slow, he slid in, drew out, then back in as he inched himself down to his root. Once there, he held them together, pulling her legs around his waist. He began a slow, tender pace, kissing her lips, her jaw, down to her neck finding her breath quickening as he did so.

Nadani gripped his waist tightly with her thighs, her hands moving between his hair and his back, touching, feeling everything she could.

Their first joining was what Gale hoped, memorable and passionate. It was also not their only one of the night. Hours later they collapsed into one another’s arms and drew the blanket over them. Waking that way should have been a dream. Unfortunately, Astarion is a gremlin.

#bg3 #my writing #my tav #smut #Nadani #gale of waterdeep #their first time together #Gale is very conscious of her troubled history with sex and makes it all about him pleasuring her #gale dekarios #nsfw

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reading more about waterdeep and waterdhavians explains so much about gale:

class & station

Instead of the fragmenting and distinct splits based on income or birth, Waterdeep has nullified such differences almost entirely. "Social level" and "class" are far less important in Waterdeep than in other cities of the Realms (and elsewhere) any prejudices against folk due to race, creed, or coin are brought in by visitors from outside the walls, and are not tolerated to a large extent. The crossroads nature of the city and the up-and-down fortunes of those who make their living in trade keeps the inhabitants of the city tolerant of a wide variety of peoples, with widely varying customs, religions, and incomes. [...] In Waterdeep, low birth or station is not a recipe for rudeness from one's betters, beyond what one's actions would earn from one's equals in any case—if you are ridiculed in Waterdeep, you brought such treatment upon yourself!

character & temperament

"Live and let live" best describes most Waterdhavians' attitudes; everyone is far too busy in the pursuit of wealth and happiness. [...] The cosmopolitan nature of the City of Splendors makes its natives very tolerant. They tend to be talkative, friendly, easygoing, and outspoken, but do not expect others to be. [...] Natives of the City of Splendors are notoriously slow to take offense. A Waterdhavian will plainly state his or her feelings as a warning before showing anger. One is more apt to hear "I don't find that amusing, friend," said pleasantly to a stranger before an angry voice is raised. Some visitors misinterpret such behavior as cowardice or ignorance ("he was too stupid to know I insulted him!"); if they act on such misjudgments, however, surprise and regret are the usual results. 

other races

Most Waterdhavians are slow to take fright unless facing magic or monsters. Beings of almost all races may be seen in the city, too. A typical Waterdhavian would react with hostility and fear only to a drow, an illithid, nonhuman natives of the Lower Planes, and, of course, "monsters" such as beholders and dragons; with all others, it's generally "business as usual." [...]

smalltalk

Waterdhavians do not discuss the weather, unless in a profession governed by it like farmers or sailors. Small talk and idle chatter normally centers on matters of commerce, and secondarily on warfare elsewhere in the Realms. Waterdhavians take a sporting interest in such happenings as the constant minor strife in the South, the recurring unrest and bloodshed in Tethyr, and traditional and long standing shipping discord between Ruathym and Luskan. [...]

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The best butts in all of Faerun XD🍑🔥🍑🧛‍♂️

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Gift art for @maatdraws of their Tav, a druid named Iorek! ⚡

Drawing the horns was definitely a fun challenge!

#such a great pose #pencil sketch #baldur's gate 3 #iorek #not my art #not my OC #but he’s really cool