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cranity · 3 months

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tell us about Santos :3c...

My tav Santos!! He's a fighting x rogue class tiefling who's a bit worn out in life, but doesn't stop him from being the rock of the party. He's 143 years old and a seasoned weapons maker, tho it's been a few years since he's kept up with the craft. He dabbled a bit as a mercenary in his 90's, but ultimately ended up as a bartender in Baldur's Gate yearning to go back to guildwork. [Which is when he got abducted, after a shift]

Personality wise he's not the loudest nor quietest of the group (choosing to be the listener a bit more than be the talker). He can seem quite serious, but is relatively easy-going and is known to give some of his own snark back when need be. He's a realist with a good heart, but won't hesitate to lie himself (and party) out of situations and attempt questionable persuasive maneuvers to at least avoid some unnecessary bloodshed. (Tho sometimes he goes a little too far with the snappy remarks at enemies that leads to greater bloodshed)

He has a well of unwavering patience for his party members in the emotional sense, but gets incredibly exasperated by their antics and rivalry (looks at Shadowheart & Lae'zel, Gale & Astarion). He doesn't know what he's gonna do after they defeat the Absolute, but for now he'll just try and make sure that everyone in his party makes it out of this in one piece.

[Santos' tent, he collects enchanted weapons and borrows Lae'zel's grinder often]

Character Relationships:

He gets along very well with Jaheira since they have a very similar sense of humor, their friendly jabs turn into some very confusing flirting for the rest of the party. Likes to poke fun at Gale, who has a bit of a crush on him. Santos has some propensity for magic and spellcasting, but it's unrefined and he never bothered to do much with it, tho he does like to ask Gale to teach him a thing or two when they have the downtime and he has access to a wizard with knowledge that loves to talk. He rebuffed Astarion's advances quite quickly, especially since he realized why he was doing it, but they remained good friends regardless, which it seems Astarion really needed. He lets Astarion feed off of enemies since they're gonna kill them anyways, but offers himself in case if emergencies. He's really good friends with Wyll and Karlach and can be found sharing a drink often in their downtime, both of them having Santos barking with laughter. He's not much of a meddler, but he'll leave their hang outs to leave both of them alone in hopes it'll inspire something.

He and Lae'zel have an unspoken camaraderie as fighters and weapon masters, and she likes that he'll give her bullshit right back. He likes sparring with her bcs she has him eating shit and landing on his ass, but he learns a lot. He butts heads a bit with Shadowheart and Halsin, but they eventually remain on friendly terms and respect each other. Santos killed Minthara and has yet to meet Minsc.

#Here's my guy!!!!!!!!! i am too attatched to him idk if i can make another tav LOL #i technically made him in like highschool bcs me and my friend wanted to play dnd but didnt know anything about it #so we watched youtube videos for dnd character creation and left it at that bcs we didnt know anyone else that played it to make a party #i'll play dnd one day... after years of yearning to play #santos #ocs #my art

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arrow90-art · 8 months

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My bg3 oc Lockar (he/him)!

He is a half-dragon, created from a stolen dead silver dragon egg and violent stormy elemental essences. He was enslaved by the Dragon Cult wizard who created him. When he got the chance he broke free. Sheltered by Bahamut faithful. And then decided to go out and do good deeds to make up for whatever evil he was forced to do before. He lives like a Robin, steals from those who are powerful/rich but aren't kind, and gifts treasures to those in need. Most ppl know him as Stormclaw. He wears a mask when he goes out to do business.

I designed him to be softer on purpose, so those scales won't hurt his partner :3

after the wyrmway in act 3 he ascended as a silver dragon, lost his natural advantage on lightning magic, but the icy part is stronger.

My ocs never follow canon strictly and none of them are "playable" race. Someone I care about very much miss their dragon guardian so here is another one for them, not that powerful but not that stubborn either. That's the point I created him!

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halsinsheart · 4 months

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a/n: act 1 scene...but different, mild spoilers?

summary: astarion asks for a pick me up from reader but discovers much more in the process

tags: NSFW, MDNI, vag owning!reader, blood play, wound infliction(r), oral(r), manipulation, implied no aftercare(it's a lie), sarcasm

w/c: ~1.6k

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A disturbance close to you jolted you awake, and you braced yourself to attack whomever it was that tried to take advantage of your vulnerable state. Your mind raced with worst-case scenarios about your assailant’s identity until your eyes adjusted and registered that Astarion was who stood above you. Several emotions are processed on your face in rapid succession until you settle on a mix of confusion and anger.

The pale elf was quick to try and excuse himself as he stammered and breathlessly clarified his actions. His reaction reassured you that you weren’t in any imminent mortal danger and you relaxed ever so slightly as you listened. Without much prying and pushing from you for answers, he explained everything you were curious about and more.

That vulnerability he showed you made your heart ache in sympathy for his predicament. What it must have been like to live a life so fraught with a need to kill that you couldn’t resist… And so, you offered your neck to him, convincing yourself it wasn’t out of pity but out of concern. He was right, you needed him strong.

“Is it… is it going to hurt?” you questioned in last-minute reconsideration as you laid back down on your bedroll, turning on your side to bare the flesh for him.

“Well it’s not going to feel like sunshine and rainbows, I am drinking your blood,” a harsh sarcastic tone left him that you hadn’t heard him use before he cleared his throat and changed his tonality, “but I will make it as pleasurable as possible for you, darling.”

You nodded and mumbled your thanks as you shifted into the fabric on the ground to find an ounce more comfort to prepare yourself. One of his hands rested gingerly on your hip, his touch soothing your nerves as his other hand brushed your hair out of the way. As he leaned closer, you held your breath in anticipation. Smooth, cold teeth brushed across your pulse sending a shiver down your spine before they punctured through your skin.

His hand on your hip tightened as you squirmed and the other wrapped around your neck from the side opposite being drained. It felt so cold. You could feel your veins throbbing throughout your body. The sensation was dizzying, electrifying, painful yet blissful; you lost yourself in the contradicting feelings as he drank from you. Your mind was fuzzed and tingling, not fully comprehending when you let a rather obscene moan past your lips.

The moan was unmistakable to the point where Astarion separated himself from your neck to glance down at you with a devious inquisitive look. A drop of your blood dripped from his mouth onto your hand and again, you moaned, albeit softer this time. Laughter chimed out from the vampire as he took amusement in the reaction.

“Are you actually deriving pleasure from this? And to think you were worried it would hurt. Please,” he rolled his eyes, a wide smirk still plastered to his crimson-dripping mouth, “I bet you wanted it to hurt, didn’t you? You wanted to writhe in agonizing pain as I took the one thing more precious to you than sanity itself. Didn’t you?”

Your chin was gripped roughly as he made you look at him, expecting an answer. His words made sense to you; despite them being true, you wanted to refute them. But when your mouth opened to try and form words around the woozy bloodless feeling, all that came out was another pathetic noise. Another fit of laughter overtook the vampire as he guided you to your back so he could hover above you.

“Gods, you are one sick little freak. I love it,” his eyes darkened to a point that would probably instill fear in anyone who wasn’t you, who got off on how intimidating and helpless you felt in the situation.

He leaned down and licked the blood that had dripped from the wound when he pulled away, grinning when you moaned for him again and arched your back off the bedroll. Oh, this was just too easy! Teeth brushed against your skin again, further down past your collarbone now before they pierced the flesh, earning a shocked gasp and pitiful plea from you.

“Astarion…,” his name escaped you as a euphoric sigh and he struggled to prevent it from affecting him.

Biting you again, he aimed to recreate the sound and once you did he bit you a fourth time. By the time he was panting himself, your entire front, now free of clothing, was littered with his bite marks and your smeared blood. Yet still as he breathed heavily against your abdomen, his eyes were blown wide with hunger of a different nature. His cold, deft hands left no inch of your torso untouched and further spread your blood.

“You look absolutely divine like this, darling,” he leaned back to admire his work while also allowing you to do the same to him, who had also long been shirtless and was almost equally as covered in your blood.

If you could form coherent sentences through the constant pang of being bit and the cloud of blood loss, you would have told him the same. You would have told him how ethereal he looked illuminated by the moon overhead, his pale skin glistening with your blood, with you. Still, he wasn’t done with you. He had lost himself to the moment but rationalized that this licentious liaison would only solidify his place within the camp and your thoughts.

Slowly, teasingly, he slid your pants off and his eyes raked over every new piece of flesh he exposed, envisioning how it would look peppered with his bites. Fingers brushed along your sensitive spots and made you shiver as he parted your legs, biting into the flesh of one thigh and then the other. His teeth dragged along your skin, scraping and tearing ever so slightly before digging in again and again until he circled back to the apex of where your thighs met. With his eyes level with your cunt, you felt embarrassment warm your cheeks and you attempted to close your thighs only to be stopped by the firm grip of his hands.

“Ah, ah, ah, you’re not hiding from me now. It’s far too late for you to run,” his voice was lower than usual with an undertone of warning should you try to conceal yourself from him again.

Exposed and at his mercy, you watched as Astarion licked up your pussy and you silently prayed he wouldn’t tease you about how wet you were. His tongue stopped to pay extra attention to your clit, flicking against it while he maintained eye contact with you. Lithe fingers moved to join his mouth’s ministrations, teasing as they circled and prodded at your entrance but never entering. You huffed in protest and hung your head back while his lips wrapped around the bundle of nerves, earning another sweet moan from you.

“Stop teasing me… Astarion ple- ohh,” he interrupted your sentence with a softer nip of a bite right above your cunt.

The soft muffled snicker didn’t slip past your notice and you reached down to tug on his hair, attempting to put the gorgeous face where you needed it most. In a rare moment of obedience, Astarion moved with your guidance and focused his attention on your throbbing core. Two fingers pressed into you, exploring your insides and just exactly what made you tick, what made your bloodied thighs twitch, and what made your breath hitch.

To your agony, when he did find a movement of his fingers you enjoyed, he changed it in favor of seeing if the next movement would also have the same effect. You could feel yourself winding up and getting close, only to have it ripped away with each variation he tested. Astarion was more than aware of what he was doing, just toying with you one more time tonight.

He realized when your anguish crested and right before you were going to whine, his experienced tongue began to work at your clit again. This time, he teased it with added fervor all while finally keeping his fingers in a consistent movement. The hazy filter over your mind only became heavier as your body throbbed with pain and pleasure. The two became indiscernible as the knot in your stomach tightened until it snapped into numbing bliss.

Your thighs shook as they pressed against each side of Astarion’s head. He more than welcomed the feeling as he aided you through your high and back down. When his mouth parted from your cunt, he made a show of licking his fingers clean and smacking his lips as your juices mingled with your blood. Sitting up, he looked over his final work on your now battered body with a smug accomplished look.

All of the pain inflicted upon you throbbed in recognition after the pleasure faded and it left you squirming slightly on your bedroll. Though even squirming subsided quickly as the fatigue set in. Come morning, you would wake covered in bites and bruises, but somehow clean. For now, Astarion had the decency to at least help you cover yourself before you began to slip into a sweet sleep.

“Thank you, darling. I do so look forward to exploring your twisted pleasures further. And perhaps next time we can cover you in even more bodily fluids.”

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palipunk · 7 months

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New Durge! Hi Ayat <3

#shes so purdy #im mad bc her skin is the dryad tone and it only really seemed green in character creation...pain #well imagine it more green #baldur's gate #bg3 #tav #ayat #me? making another arab oc with dark hair and dubious morals? more likely than you think

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ahahnopenope · 1 month

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Hyacinthe (Tav), Bard College of Lore Romanced Astarion

Around 210 years old. Strong fey ancestry.

#my art #sketch #traditional art #fanart #dungeons and dragons #bg3 #bg3 fanart #baldur's gate 3 #tav bg3 #original character #alcohol markers #color pencils #queue #the wave mother dress>>>#posting each one of them in order of creation

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alls-fair-in-pride-and-prejudice · 10 days

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You're Not Versed in Magic, Are You?

(A/N: Consider this an introduction to one of my BG3 OCs, though anyone who has followed my other works may recognize her as a reflavoring of another OC, longer post about her to come but for now enjoy a scene between a Warlock and a Wizard)

“You're not versed in magic, are you?"

The question from Gale comes as they're entering the druid’s grove, having dealt with the goblins at the gate. Lyra blinks, taking a moment to realize that Gale is speaking to her, then chuckles. “Of course I am. Did you miss me casting Eldritch Blast at that worg two minutes ago?"

“Oh, I do apologize, I meant to ask ‘are you studied in magic?’ Namely, ‘are you a wizard?’ which you are not."

Lyra feels both the heat of shame and anger rise to her cheeks, and pokes at the wizard's chest with an accusatory finger. “Alright listen here, I may not be a wizard but I'll not have you insult my studies! I'll have you know that before all this, I was studying arcane mathematics as a Quandrix student at Strixhaven academy! I was studying the very movements of the heavens and the impacts a mere degree of misalignment from the stars might have on various rituals! I was among the top in my class!”

Gale quickly realizes the error he made and holds his hands up in surrender. "My deepest apologies, I seem to have offended you. I certainly did not mean to cast aspersions on your intelligence or accomplishments, I merely have a, uh… delicate matter, of a specific nature, with which I would like to discuss with a fellow wizard. You had given me the impression for a moment that you were one."

Lyra’s anger subsides at his apology, but the shame is still there at the surface, which puts an extra bite in her voice. “I, I might have been, once, in another life, but you're right that I'm no wizard." She turns away from him.

"Your studies do sound most intriguing. I… I do hope I have not ruined my chance to discuss them with you?" He looks up, attention drawn to the fight between the mercenary and the paladin, which appears to have nearly come to blows. “Perhaps though, at a later, more opportune time."

Lyra runs up to them, quickly diffusing the situation with a charming smile. A few years ago she never could have imagined being so social, but the benefits of an archfey patron go beyond just having certain spells at her disposal.

She doesn't catch how Gale’s eyes are repeatedly drawn to her throughout the day.

#baldurs gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #bg3 oc #bg3 tav #bg3 fanfiction #alls fair creations #my bg3 oc #lyra the astronomer #oc lyra #weaving constellations

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