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artanissnow · 2 days
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Smoochie smoochie Saturday!
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the-song-of-avernus · 3 months
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PSA: Know how Mizora sticks around your Act 3 camp and refuses to leave? Know how Mizora tries to get Wyll's dad blown to bits by spiders if you refuse Wyll's contract extension? Know how she's ruined Wyll's life for 7 years and been a pain for Karlach and for everyone else too?
Flesh to Stone. Sticks even through teleport, and if she fails all three CON saves, it is PERMANENT unless you use Basilisk Oil on her.
This way she can never hurt anyone else again (at least for a while) NOR can ruin the next few months for my fiancé Wyll and I.
Enjoy being a permanent fixture of the Elfsong Tavern, arsehole. Can't KILL her, but technically this doesn't qualify as harm. :)
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(edit 2: Love that this is my most popular thing. Still works as of Hotfix 19. Please NEVER remove this Larian)
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silver-horse · 8 months
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moving into the elfsong tavern is hilarious because of the type of folks who decided to hang out at camp. Now the aasimar with angel wings and her resurrected girlfriend are looking at a devil with leathery wings at the other end of the room. That poor very scared cat Grub has to be in the same room with not only an owlbear but also a dog. There is a skeleton man in one corner and three of his undead vessels are standing around with their dicks out because I wanted their clothes and underwear for myself. If any maids are told to bring food, they probably rush to the exploding wizard and the vampire who are sleeping in the same corner. The woman who is on fire is sleeping nearby, but it's still the most normal location in the room.
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Smutty City Thots
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Thank you for getting my brain to work @clairetheflower
Be warned, fluffy spicy chatter ahead.
Halsin lay in bed at the end of the day, hair let down, next to you. He was still adjusting to the feeling of being in an actual bed with the wind wafting gently through gossamer curtains by the window. You had meandered about the room, preparing to sleep, when a thought had seized you; you sat with your legs folded beneath , brushing your hair.
“Something just occurred to me,” you began, distracted. “Most of our time together has been spent with me saving you.”
Halsin looked away from the setting sun to you, “Mm, is that how you see it.”
“Well, yeah. First, there were the goblins in the worg pen, then we met and you asked me to wipe out the three goblin leaders, which lead to the whole camp coming to an untimely end. I also saved your grove from shadow druids, then I helped save your cursed ‘kingdom’. If I didn’t know any better, this would sound a lot like an old nursery tale.” You paused, and looked mildly incredulous, “I might have seen you as the damsel in distress.”
A quiet chuckle, “If you didn’t know better, that is.” He sat up a bit straighter with a smirk.  The thin sheet tumbled further off of his chest, landing around his almost bare hips. “And what would that make you?”
“Your hero, obviously.” You caressed a strand away from his face. 
He pulled you closer by your lapel, making you sit up on your knees, “I can think of one thing that’s distressing me, at the moment,” his finger slid beneath your nightgown and grazed your inner thighs. 
Your hand shot to a place under his chin and seized the opportunity for a distraction; a well aimed tickle and suddenly, he was on the defensive. He recoiled back with a choked laugh. You jumped back up off the bed, avoiding his grasp, and walked to the only table in the room, laying your brush down.
“You know, according to the fairytales, the hero usually gets some kind of…” you waved your hand in the air, feigning to forget the necessary word. “Some kind of boon,” you began pacing to the window and drawing the shutters. You turned around to him, pretending to still be lost in thought, “Something to make the hero feel appreciated,” lowering the straps to your garment below your shoulders, “some kind of compensation,” you stood at the foot of the bed as the garment slid down off of you, “if you will.”
His chin lowered slightly as his eyes darkened, taking in the sight. He reached his hands up behind his head, stretching his arms so wide they almost matched the length of the headboard. “Ah, my savior expects payment of some kind. Unfortunately, I don’t believe l have much to give. I’m but a poor damsel, after all.” His thigh swept open beneath the thin sheet.
“Oh, don’t be so hard on yourself,” you began to crawl across the bed toward him,  “I believe you’ve got plenty.”
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themoonatmingitaw · 4 months
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'...and if all else fails, there's few situations you cannot solve with Eldritch Blast'
My girl Serilde (my bard Tav) and two friends characters making plans for the next day while the rest of the gang gets wasted.
The Baldur's Gate brainrot continues, I will be drawing the tadpole crew for a while I think :)
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finderedacted · 7 months
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my silly ranger kept forgetting you could rent the rooms at the elfsong so now we've finally set ourselves up at the tavern. here we are chilling out on the roof, considering the horrors
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soxendanso · 9 days
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why is nobody talking about the half-orc body guard Skoona that guards the elfsong tavern who wants to pet the cats in the kitchen??? i love her please please please please larian let me cheer her up.
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speed-demon-doodler · 18 days
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*fixed the missing pics
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If nobody got me, I know my book club buddies got me! 💪
It makes sense to me that if you're expected to live 100/120 years tops and you start to step into your 500s+, then you might start to forget your past a bit, especially on what year you were born.
(But we got the free elfsong tavern room in act 3, so a round of applause for this old persuasive guy!)
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3lenorec · 1 month
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New chapter of The Underdark Chronicles is posted!
Warning: this chapter is nothing but pure Tav x Astarion x Halsin SMUT!!! Enjoy!
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artanissnow · 7 days
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A little hello from this little dude
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the-song-of-avernus · 2 months
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Confirming that YES, as of Hotfix 19 both Flesh to Stone and Flesh to Gold still work on Mizora. Hadn't actually tried using Flesh to Gold before. Not sure Mizora deserves the gold treatment tbh. Is there a "Flesh to Deep Rothe Dung?" scroll?
Reminder that the only rules are that she has to have taken up permanent residence at camp (Act 3 only) and she still has to fail THREE CON saves in a row. (Edit: also tested and verified, it persists after long rest)
(ps can you tell I romanced Wyll and have a personal vendetta against Mizora?)
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adharaphoenix · 5 days
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I did the thing and DREW A BACKGROUND 💪 but also because I can't choose my battles I drew it for a nsfw piece so here it is, just the background 😂😂 I will probably reuse it for a complementary sfw at some point
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adventuringartist · 6 days
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Elodie and Ryn at the clubbbb (The Elfsong Tavern)
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ivys-valentine · 6 months
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Hi! So I thought I would try to write some Astarion fanfic since BG3 and the pale elf himself have been latched onto my mind. However, I have never written fanfic or really anything before. Apart from some cringey entries in my diary when I was younger.
Anyway, I kind of just jumped into this out of nowhere. I intended for it to be about one thing but then I got so focused on what I had so I hope it isn't too messy to read. Potentially would like to write more in the future but just thought I would at least try this out yk. I reallyyyy hope that I didn't trail away from Astarions personality too much and that I did him/the game justice.
If you have any suggestions etc. I would be happy to hear them. Right! Enjoy!
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Bittersweet Escape
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Established relationship|Non ascended Astarion|Possible spoilers|After Cazador|Lotsa sad feelings|Astarion x f!Tav | 600+ words
Even as a Baldurian, Lower City can be intimidating and exhausting. Chaos runs rampant across the city. Tensions soar so high, in anticipation of the Absolute, that one feels as though they can almost see it in the air.
After defeating the bastard Cazador Szarr, Tav contemplates the turmoil Astarion must be experiencing. The loss of a life once known; Of a life once controlled and the loss of a life that could have been.
Tav knows that persuading Astarion to not ascend was the right decision. That if he had, Astarion would never be himself or have the opportunity to be better. The seven thousand souls sacrificed could never make up for the destruction of his own. But even so, her mind was plagued with guilt.
Constant “what ifs” battled around her illithid-infested brain. Her beloved would perhaps be soon unable to feel the loving warmth of the sun against his pale elfish skin. He may be cast into the shadows once more. Her heart hammers in pain for the life they must mourn. Amongst these feelings, Tav internally declares she be damned to the Nine Hells if she doesn't try her hardest to do everything and anything she can to help him.
A click of a tongue, “You're so adorable when you're thinking what to say.”
Tav, startled and momentarily confused, glances up to notice a soft smirk on an observant Astarion. A brief moment passes as Astarion awaits Tav to fully re-enter reality. “Would you like sharing what's invading that wonderful mind?-” A now cheekier smirk, “other than the illithid of course.”
Tav shakes her head whilst the faintest smile creeps atop her lips. Their eyes meet and a look of adoration is shared between them both. With this, Tav manages to temporarily shove these thoughts to the back of her mind while focusing on the most important thing she knows to be true at this very moment. - Astarion is here. He is free from any additional cruelty of Cazador. And he is safe. Or at least as safe as they can be in their rented room at the Elfsong Tavern.
The faint smile slowly fades. “It was terrifying seeing you in that ritual Astarion. I was so afraid I was going to lose you and I was also slightly angry at myself for entertaining this idea of confrontation.” Tav pauses, deeply breathing in and attempting to relax her muscles, “I know it had to be done but Gods Astarion, what if I had lost you forever? What if-”
Astarion furrows his brows thoughtfully before interrupting her, “Darling, I appreciate your concern - truly. However, I am eternally thankful for your help and belief in me. Regardless of the outcome, this was something I needed to do. For the first time in 200 years, I had the opportunity to face the man who stripped away my life. The man who took away my autonomy. A man who doomed thousands of others and used me to help. Had that encounter ended up much differently than it did - I believe that I would still be grateful for that final opportunity to face him with the freedom I finally had. An opportunity I would not have had, if not for your help and trust. So please, my sweet, allow those worries to rest, even just momentarily, but long enough that we can appreciate our victory and decimate some gods awful wine.”
She dryly swallows and nods before coming to stand before him. Their eyes meet again, interlocked with understanding. Hesitantly, Tav reaches for his hand, planting a timid but ever-loving kiss upon it. Quickly, she glances up at him to gauge his reaction; when she sees his body relax, she reaches up to cup his face with both hands. Once again, eyes intimately interlocking before she sweetly smiles and rests her forehead against his.
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skiitter · 9 months
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it's always astarion hours here in the elfsong tavern
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coreene · 7 months
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The song that plays in the tavern
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