#spidersilk.
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#It must be acknowledged that I was wearing minthara' spidersilk armor I looted off her unconsciously body when I found her#Even ignoring the fact that I'm playing a good tav this rescue was awkward for everybody#minthara baenre#minthara#halsin#bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate iii#If you see a meme almost exactly like this on imgflip no you don't#Finding blank meme templates is harder then it should be
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Voradras in his usual more relaxed/sparring look, I imagine he does a lot of training with Wyll or Lae'zel
#my sweet son <3#oc: voradras#baldurs gate 3#bg3#bg3 tav#dungeons and dragons#forgotten realms#baldur's gate 3#drow#drow tav#dark elf#i love giving him outfits so much this is what i imagine the undershirt for the spidersilk armor looks like...#he's reclaiming his kin's armor but removes all the lolth symbolism lmao#really wanted to show that he does have some muscle definiton my boy is FIT (10 str + 18 dex lmao)#my art
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when you and ur friend accidentally make siblings in ur video game.. 😳
left: vaeril, my tav
right: veda, @hazelsnakes tav
#fuck the spidersilk armour fr#they’re in separate saves bc together they would be too powerful#baldurs gate 3#bg3#bg3 tav#bg3 oc#bg3 fanart#bg3 art#moociart
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Spidersilk please 👀?
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More Novak (Tav) doodles
#I love the spidersilk armour but damn its SO detailed to draw#baldurs gate 3#bg3#bg3 tav#Novak#dnd#my art#character design
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oh no theyre disastering
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Spidersilk Armor
It hardly weighs anything, but it takes all day to remove.
Artist: Scott Hampton
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sneak peek.
#bg3#astarion#bg3 astarion#baldur's gate 3#can’t show the full thing yet cause I entered it into a drawing contest but I can show this much#spidersilk armor why are you so hard to draw#crane sketches
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Orestes from my comic Spidersilk
#floral shibari#lgbtq comics#fantasy comics#queer comics#queer creatives#webcomics#shibari#Spidersilk comic#Alakotila
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The Bed I Rolled
Who ordered more Astarynne*?
AKA who wants to witness the girls fighting?
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Pairing(s): Astarion x OFC // Astarynne (Astarion and Brynne)
CWs: Blood, injury.
I think this technically counts as hurt/comfort?
Brynne screwed her stinging eyes shut and shook her head to rid herself of the next round of blood droplets threatening to course over her brows. She panted. The stench of battle - death, fire, magic, burned feathers, sweat, decay - it choked her with each breath. Breathing through her mouth wouldn't have helped matters, she swore she could taste it all. She slowly turned and noted which parts ached instead of that odd mix of warm and cold in turn that came with open bleeding. Karlach stood in the open door of Isobel's room, amber eyes wide. Her rage ebbed. Neither of them hung up their weapons.
Wyll's voice trailed out behind Karlach, checking on Isobel - those horrible, winged creatures had tried their best to surround her. The cleric sounded wrathful.
"You okay, pinky?"
Though Dammon had fixed Karlach's touch problem, Brynne still felt the warmth of that large hand before it landed on her shoulder. Lightly. Like Karlach was still afraid she was going to hurt someone. Brynne nodded, sucking the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth. The one-armed hug she received anyway made her stomach clench.
This had been her first fight without him.
She couldn't have known about the attack earlier, when she and Astarion raised their voices at one another only a few feet away from the spot she was standing now. Karlach and Shadowheart filled the cobwebbed, creaky mezzanine with unease and impatience. And Brynne had every right to be angry!
"I thought we were on the same page!" she had shouted, already on-edge from the curse surrounding the inn. "We agreed, we don't make deals with Raphael! You were very clear about that last time!"
"That was before I knew it wasn't bloody poetry carved into my flesh." He gave her that glare he used to flash when they first met, the one of disdain and disgust that came from the upper echelons of a city looking down on someone whose blood wasn't quite so blue or rich. Only this time, she recognized it for the wall it was. It hurt that much more. "I'm not sure who popped off this mortal coil and made you leader, but I certainly didn't give you authority over my choices!"
An empty beer mug had come flying over the railing from the bar below, shattering on the ground between them. Jaheira shouted at them to take it outside before she chose not to miss again.
The balcony hadn't made it better. They just… kept going. Brynne, dressing him down for offering himself up on a silver platter to a devil without knowing what he'd have to pay. Astarion, insisting that her solution of asking either Karlach or one of the myriad tieflings at the inn to translate his scars was the worse option. If the markings were, as he suspected, a note of bondage, then Raphael may help him out of it. What good would it do him to be free of one master if it placed him on the chain of another?
Something snapped. Brynne turned from him. She wanted to leave and she wanted to go now. Without Astarion. Without thinking, she jumped from the balcony to the cobblestones below, aiming for and missing a haybale. Cracking her knee felt like a fair trade-off. The next thing she knew, Karlach had jumped down and jogged after her.
No matter how much comfort Karlach offered, Brynne wouldn't talk about it. No, that wasn't it. She couldn't. Fear gripped her heart so tightly that she could hardly breathe, let alone form the words for it. Raphael's eyes when he looked on anyone from their party reminded her too much of hungry human men meeting elven women for the first time. Hungry. Not for their bodies, in Raphael's case, but for so much more. Karlach validated her feelings, tried to assuage her anger, and nothing worked. Brynne kept walking.
In her heart, she knew she needed to cool off, but she overcorrected. Ice formed a barrier around her when they found the door to the inn's cellar and went exploring. She stayed silent and let Karlach take the lead. Smashing crumbling walls, directing Astarion to pick locks. It wasn't until they found a strange, underground grotto filled with meenlocks that she pulled ahead. Crouching on a high ledge, she pulled the party into battle with a well-aimed bottle of alchemist's fire. She hadn't realized how offended the meenlocks would be by the gesture and soon found herself surrounded by the teleporting crab-things. Thunderwave. Push them. More took their place. They slashed at her with their claws, paralyzed her with their twisted magic. Frozen in place, she heard another set of boots clamber up on the rock formation behind her.
But after the meenlocks lay dead in smoldering heaps on the ground, neither adventurer spoke to one another. They were still hanging on to too much resentment. The other needed to offer an apology first, of course.
"This is my dinner, you filthy little Blidbdoolpoolpspawn! Back off!"
Thank the gods for the paralysis because Brynne would have forgotten to be angry with him and laughed at his flawless pronunciation of the kuo-toa goddess. In spite of his phrasing… she knew. And it helped her buck the hex holding her hostage.
It came to a head when they returned to camp and Brynne asked Astarion to stay behind. She hadn't thought anything of it, only that Wyll wanted to speak to Mol and he and Gale both needed new gear from Dammon, anyway. But Astarion looked gobsmacked. Then, of course, as if he didn't care. He went back to his book and waved her off without a second look.
They would make up later when the party returned to camp, the fire roared, and the wine came out. After all, a little thing like an argument wouldn't keep him from feeding when she'd already offered.
Divine Melira so loved to laugh at her bards.
It felt as if Marcus attacked the moment they were apart.
She didn't know how Wyll liked to fight, or how to coordinate spells with Gale. They all stepped on one another's toes. Or, at least, Gale and Brynne did. Unaccustomed still to his new infernal body, Wyll either missed or hit one of his teammates. Isobel was particularly unhappy with being on the receiving end of a Wounding Ray and Karlach yelled at him when he accidentally caught her with a whip. Meanwhile, the other magic users kept accidentally surrounding themselves in clouds of daggers and fire.
Astarion had fought with her so long at this point that it felt as easy as a lyre chord. They stalked their prey like jungle cats, hidden in the shadows, hand signals and mouthed words in perfect harmony. Like the Zhentarim hideout heist. The githyanki stashes. The druids' treasures. She distracted, he disarmed. Brynne even managed to impress him with her own slight-of-hand once or twice.
Now he wasn't here. Even with Karlach, she felt… exposed.
Somehow, they managed to make it out alive. Between the healing spells Brynne kept hurling around (one of Shadowheart's usual jobs) and Karlach making it her personal business to fell Marcus, the entire inn had but one casualty and one person carried off by a demon. Generally, a success. But it didn't feel right.
The world tipped off-balance and the blood dripping from the brim of Brynne's hat to the tip of her nose brought her back to the present moment. She looked up from her thoughts and saw her party watching. Ever-concerned.
Gods. She'd become one of her own awful love songs. Her heart ached, wounded, vulnerable, for the one she'd left behind.
So when they trudged once more back to camp, injured and filthy and exhausted, Brynne let her feet carry her the familiar path to that overly fancy tent where Astarion stood, still reading. His eyes gazed impassively at her. Bored. Uncaring. False.
"You look like you had fun, darling," he drawled. "Why the long fa-?"
Brynne flung her arms around him so hard that she knocked the book out of his hands and her hat off of her head. He hesitated. Then he hugged her back even harder.
#astarynne#astarion#brynne of harlow#baldur's gate 3#bg3 fic#astarion x oc#astarion x ofc#been thinking of referring to brynne by the epithet 'brynne spidersong' because she's got a fancy spidersilk lyre#*absolutely no one LOL
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𝔖𝔭𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔴𝔢𝔟𝔰 𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔇𝔯𝔬𝔴-𝔐𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔯. 𝔖𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤- 𝔐𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔠𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔘𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨
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A commission for @/fluffybuttarts on ig!!
#gothic art#illustration#art#digital art#drawing#vampire art#fanart#baulders gate 3#bg3#spidersilk armour
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malicious gay faggotry
#z.gen#they are so silly#i dont know what their ship name is yet#astarion is a gloomstalker rogue multiclass thats why he is not wearing spidersilk btw
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Human character death: :(
Horse character death: barely keeping it together in the library
#fic writing#our samurai souls#Samurai Dream ch 14 got me more than Spidersilk Samurai ch 70#It was for the plot
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i think my game bugged out?? i randomly got these two really good armour pieces and i dont remember n definitely didnt pick them up? im not complaining tho lmao
#jupiter.speaks#🎮.bg3#> one of them is that spidersilk armour that astarion looks gorg in u know shdhdjdm
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the fact that taylor made her whole costume entirely out of insects (+ some swim goggles) and was SURPRISED people assumed she was a villain her first night out really says something
#love taylor but she is such a freak#this girl is genuinely unhinged#'oh my all black spidersilk costume with armor plates made out of bug exoskeletons? this really screams heroic'#she's so smart but so off the walls insane she doesn't see the simple shit coming#worm#parahumans#taylor herbert
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araneus au 2/2
#rottmnt#cw child abuse#cw dehumanization#rise raph#rise mikey#araneus au#can you tell i cant draw tutus#spidersilk
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