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twi-liight · 9 months

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Hello gorgeous! I love the way you write Astarion :) could I please request a fic where the reader (female or non-binary your choice!) has a nightmare and comes to our favorite vampire for comfort? Love you work, I totally understand if this doesn’t spark inspiration!

Phantom Heartache ❣

Brave, sad Alfira. All she yearned for was to carry Lihala's legacy to Baldur's Gate, but thanks to the Dark Urge, the furthest she went was to Tav's camp. That was all she could ever amount to. Slay a thousand enemies. Be pierced by a million blades. Nothing ever compares to the pain of her loss at their hands. ❥ DarkUrge!Tav spoilers for Act 1. ❥ Astarion/Tav. ❥ They/them pronouns for Tav. ❥ Tav is the nickname for the oc/reader insert. Their real name is up to you!

At the crest of their slumber, when inky tendrils drag them gently into the arms of deep sleep, Tav comes home to her.

Dreams cannot fool them easily. Too many have come and gone with promises of power and blood for them to dismiss them as simple yearnings of the mind when they are fast asleep. They know, on a shallow, muted level that this is a dream, that this isn't reality. That none of this is real and it doesn't mean anything.

But there Alfira stands, nothing like the day she left this world. Her purple locks drift in the waters around them. Despite the depths of the ocean, sunlight pierces through the darkness and glitters on her.

"Alfira," they croak out. They speak her name into existence and their heart splits in two.

"Tav," Alfira whispers. Her brows furrow the same way she did whenever she thought too hard. Her lips pucker and set like she's recited these words too many times before. "You have to know something. Something important. I-... Please, just listen."

When they reach out for her, she takes their hands. They wander the ocean depths with no true purpose or destination. It hurts so much. The guilt could crush them before the inevitable dooms along the horizon. It takes all of their strength to say, "I'm so sorry, Alfira."

She shakes her head. Sunbeams catch tears welling up in her ocher eyes. "I know you are. I know you." Alfira clasps their hands tight, warm and comforting, filled with assurance. "You've done so much for us. Thank you, Tav."

Silence overwhelms Tav at that moment, crushing their neck in one fell swoop. They can't breathe. It hurts, and they can't breathe.

"I'm sorry, too. For all the love you gave me that I can't repay, I'm sorry." Alfira whispers, her voice breaking in too many places. The warmth from her hands disappears, and they realize she's letting them go.

"Tav," she says one last time, their last image of her reaching for them as the distance grows wider and wider.

Tav. Tav. Tav. Tav. Tav. Tav. Tav!

"Tav!"

Astarion breaks the connection. Suddenly and all at once, they've surfaced from the waters back to reality, where air is shoveled into their drowned lungs.

All at once, faces and voices. They heave, doubling over as they push themselves upright. Nausea hits them fast and hard but they don't care. Shadowheart, Gale, Karlach, Lae'zel, Wyll - a few paces behind them, Jaheira and Halsin gaze down at her with a somber expression. Closest to them, with his hands closed around their inner elbow is Astarion.

"Tav," he says, softer this time.

Tav, Alfira chokes out. Tav. I'm so sorry.

No. "No." No, no, no, sorry for what? Come back, Alfira. What are you apologizing for, I was the one who-

The vision tightens around their skull like molten iron. The tadpole squirms, receding from the shameful memory of Alfira's corpse, defiled and destroyed. In her eyes, they see themselves.

They were her friend. And they let her die screaming and alone.

"Away," Tav breathes out. It's so weak that it's just a whittled breath, but the strength behind them gives pause to everyone around.

Astarion's hands flinch back, but by then it's too late. It's too much. Their tadpole activates a defense mechanism and power crumbles from the depths of their mind. They struggle away from their companions, roaring out, "I commanded you!"

Waves of ilithid energy break through their portcullis - Karlach audibly yelps in pain, struggling against the barrage of mental energy. "Tav-- damn it, we're trying to--" Wyll's hand lashes out to steady her, only to recede as it flies back to clutch his head in pain. "-- Help you!"

"Gale!" Shadowheart cries, nearly buckling to the floor as the full weight of Tav's prowess pours into her mind, threatening to snap it in two. "Can you-- is there a--"

They lock eyes with Gale, who shoots them a pleading look. "Enough," he begs, holding up his shaky hands as a sign of surrender. "Tav, enough. It's alright."

"It's not," they whisper. It's hard to speak when their breaths are too fast, too raggedy, too stuttered to be anything but a cornered animal floundering for air. They don't notice it. They choke on lungfuls of breaths as they wrap their arms around their waist.

"It's not," they repeat again. Something shifts in the air. Power. Arcane power snapping to Gale's fingertips. Their tadpole twists with alarm. He's trying to hurt you. He doesn't want to understand. None of them understand, they're just using you.

Gale points his finger out, aiming for something behind them.

Enraged, they reach deep into the recesses of their mind for the reservoir of power. To sink their fingertips deep in it feels so alien but familiar. Like pushing their hands into a pool of thick blood, warm and fresh.

Wait. No. No, this is not the tadpole's power. This is...

Kill them, Tav. Before they hurt you. Before you hurt them.

Like what you did to me, Alfira whispers in their ear.

Something inside them breaks into two. It shatters into pieces and pulls out everything they have been hiding; the misery, the weight, the guilt, the howling wail that rings in the air as they crumble in on themselves. Hot, wet tears run down their cheeks, and it's too much.

They can't bear it. It's too much.

"Hey hey hey hey, shh shh shh," Astarion's hands cup around their ears. The remnants of Gale's magic outline him in a misty purple. When had he gotten to them so fast? They don't know. They don't understand. "Look at me, sweetheart."

They can't. Everyone around them is looking at them like they're a stranger. Shadowheart's shell-shocked expression sends a ringing ache down their spine; she is looking at them with pity and concern and fear.

"Let them breathe," Jaheira commands. When no one moves, her voice comes out sharper. "Go! Now. Ready yourselves for a long rest and give them space. You will only make it worse for them. Astarion-"

"I can handle this," Astarion murmurs. Jaheira nods, leading the companions away from the bedrolls.

"Please," Astarion pleads, rubbing circles into their cheeks with his thumbs. "Look at me. Why the tears? You know I hate tears. It is unbecoming of you to tarnish your otherwise candid expression with that face. You go from beautiful to an ugly little duck in less than a second."

"I can't," they choke out. Sobs push in between breaths and words, and they shake their head, suddenly just as afraid as the rest of them.

"You can," he murmurs. "What are you so afraid of, darling? It's just me."

It is just Astarion.

Tentatively, they lift their eyes. When they gaze into him, they find no fear or judgment. There is no anger, either, despite what they had just done and what they were going to do. His stare is forlorn and quiet. His noble brow furrows slightly, contemplative, trying to find something in their eyes.

"There you are," he says, his voice so gentle it could have been a trick of the wind. "Tav of mine."

An aching, dull pain spreads across their chest, and their body seems to understand that the only way to relieve it is to cry. Their shoulders shake, and their lungs are sore, but it doesn't stop the biting sobs from pushing out.

"Astarion," Tav begs, hands catching his wrists and holding onto them tightly. "I hurt her, I-- hah-- hurt, Alfira-"

"I know," Astarion croons.

"I killed her."

"I know."

"She was my friend and I--"

"And you betrayed her." He kisses their knuckles tenderly. "I know. Shh, shh. Oh, gods below. I dreaded the day I'd see you cry. You know why?"

"Because I'm ugly?" They hic-sob, pathetically.

He scoffs, but it sounds oddly fond. "No." Pause. Slight amusement in his wine-red eyes. "Well, yes, in this moment, you are a travesty."

They sob.

"Oh, but don't take that the wrong way, you know I can't stand to see you so hurt. What am I supposed to do, hm? Hold you until the morning comes?" His hand guides their head to the crook of his neck, where he hides them from the rest of the world.

No prying eyes can find them, now. No judgment. No words to say about the hell that they unleashed. Into the shadows, where they're safe in his embrace, where he will keep them until they decide it is time to go.

"You know I will," he murmurs into the crown of their head. "I would hold you through it all, my love. You could become the most hateful monster, covered in the blood of the undeserving, your ledger as red as an apple..."

Astarion shuts his eyes.

"... And still, I would hold you and vow to never let go. Shed your tears for the wrongs you have committed. The blood you have spilled. I don't care. So long as are my Tav, that is all that matters."

They close their eyes, tears spilling down their cheeks. Their dreamless sleep is peaceful. It is empty.

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casterousaudrey · 9 months

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Healing Touch

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: Astarion/Cleric!Tav!reader

Theme: tooth rotting fluff, some religious themes due to reader being a cleric.

Note: I think I made the reader and Astarion too obsessed with each other.. but in a good way!! Also this was inspired by the time I gave offerings in the stromshore tabernacle and I just see the 'Astarion disapproves', what the flip man! Sorry to those who were waiting for this, It took a while because of my busy sched!

"I’m never going to accept any kind of healing that doesn't end with a kiss after"

Fighting with Astarion never escalated far. It was usually just small jabs at each other or teasing gone too far but then there are times like these when neither one of you would back down it just kept making the fight more heated.

"I bring you once. One time to the stormshore tabernacle, and you can't even hold your tongue when I'm trying to commune with my God!"

"I just thought that you weren't the type to bow down to anyone, my dear."

"I'm a cleric, Astarion! Yes, I'm a devoted worshiper to my God and they give me strength! Apparently, strength I need to deal with you!"

Astarion sneers and crosses his arms at you. Worshipping another being doesn't exactly sit well with him, he feels that it controls you and makes you too dependent on them. It was probably due to how Cazador treated him but in his mind, any being asking for worship was self-admiring.

"You have your own strength, darling. So pardon me if I don't think you need some God for that."

"It's not that I don't trust my skills, Astarion. I worship my God because I choose to. Was it too much of me to ask my lover to respect that holy place? If not for the Gods then at least for me!"

At this point, you were screaming your lungs out not caring that the others in camp were glancing at the commotion. This wasn't the first Astarion had expressed his distaste for your faith, it never escalated this far because you tried to understand his situation with Cazador and all. But the constant disapproving stare and look of disgust, whenever you would pray to your God or gather some offerings to bring to the stormshore Tabernacle slowly, got to you.

After all the times you saved him from life-threatening wounds, you thought that maybe he'd warm up to your faith- but he remained unshaken.

"I'm going to take a walk... It's better if you don't follow me for now....., dearest" Your heart jumps a little at the nickname but then anger eventually pops your lovesick bubble. Astarion gets up and leaves camp, his definition of laying off steam was to walk through the woods and terrorize whatever animal crosses his path. You were about to say something about how you were the one who was supposed to storm off but instead, you held your tongue and went back to your tent making sure to close the opening.

You loved Astarion- and there is no doubt in your heart that he loves you too, but you didn't want to have to choose between faith and love because you believed that they are the main pillars that keep your spirit strong.

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As Astarion was walking through the woods he reminisced about the argument you both had, he couldn't understand why anyone would worship a being without being sure that they'd get a reward in return. The only thing close to God he had in his life was Cazador- oh and how much he wanted to rip his face apart.

Astarion ponders all of this unaware he is dangerously close to enemy territory and suddenly senses another presence- maybe four around the trees. "If you're going to spy on me all day at least make it less obvious" Just then two goblins jump down from the tree, their weapons craving for blood.

"Hells, there must be quite a bounty on my head" Astarion smiles as he brings his weapons out. He strikes at the first goblin. "You fiends are making this stress reliever way easier for me. I can do this all day!" Astarion did occasionally love the thrill of the hunt, especially when he gets something in return. A thought comes across his mind that he feels rather... alone in this fight, although he could handle this on his own he couldn't help but crave your helping hand and your smile that shines when he saves you from danger.

Unfortunately, Astarion didn't realize how distracted he was until one of the goblins blew a horn, a signal for backup.

"Well, shit.."

Astarion killed the first two goblins but he sees backup quickly replacing them. The grip on his dagger tightened, this was supposed to be a nice relaxing walk to calm down or even hunt for other creatures. He guesses that trouble always did find a way to follow him.

The goblins fall one by one but not after Astarion gets injured by their bows, axes, and maces. As the last goblin loses, Astarion clutches his side. He was hurt and it's been so long since he's felt hurt in combat, his mind jumps again to your hands that always healed him at an instant or your ability to heal the entire team within seconds. God, he really missed you- he didn't even feel angry anymore, he just wanted to be in your arms as you kiss every part of his injuries after you healed it.

Just then he hears a footstep, and he groans in annoyance, more of this and he'd actually collapse- either from his injuries or his need to hold you again, he isn't sure.

"Look if you're looking for gold, you're out of luck..."

"Oh Gods.. what happened?"

He quickly glances to his side where the figure had approached from where he was sitting. Astarion half expected it to be you, The thought of you running after him made him smile but then it quickly disappeared when he realized the fact that the female human in front of him may be a cleric but it wasn't his beloved cleric.

"We should get you back to the church! They'll help heal your wounds!"

"As kind as your offer is, I'm afraid I have to decline. I can't these injuries for myse-" Just as Astarion tries to stand up, he feels pain in his side. He now just felt annoyed that he was displaying this kind of weakness to some stranger.

"Nonsense! I'll help bring you there!" The cleric smiles as she wraps Astarions arm across her shoulder. Astarion couldn't protest as much because of his condition but he'd be damned if he'll let himself get healed by some cleric.

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The sun was about to set and Astarion still hadn't come back to camp. You were getting worried, you weren't even mad at him anymore you just wanted him safe and back in your arms. You really did fall hard for this man.

"Hey soldier... are you okay?" Karlach has seen you pacing back and forth all over camp, fiddling your weapon nervously, and even stress-eating your favorite sweets.

"Yeah, sorry if I'm being all jittery today it's just.."

"Astarion, yeah I know how much you care about each other. I'm sure he'll come back safe!"

"Thank you, Karlach. You're the best"

You softly smile at her as she waves and walks back to her tent. Just then you hear Gale laughing walking towards you, he just came back from town to fetch new ingredients for tonight's meal. He always loved cooking for the group.

"Ok you won't believe what happened"

"Spit it out, Gale. What's gotten into you?"

"Ok, so I was walking around the city and I stopped by the church. Guess who I saw there sneering at every cleric on-site..."

"No..."

"Astarion! Gods, if you saw the furrowed brows of the clerics trying to help him you'd laugh too"

"He's hurt?!"

"Not badly, I came to tell you about it. Figured the only cleric he'd let touch him was you"

You started to flush but quickly remembered that your partner was hurt. "Oh Gods, I need to go there Gale before he loses his mind. We'll be back for dinner!" You grabbed a few of your belongings, as well as some healing ingredients, and sprinted out. You wave quickly at the others before reaching the path to the church.

You have no idea why you were nervous to see Astarion, you see each other every day and sometimes even every night. You were scared if you got there and he was still mad at you. You push those thoughts away because all you wanted was to see and help him (maybe to also give him a little smooch but you won't tell him that).

As you open the door you hear the clatter of equipment being thrown to the ground, You greet the other people you know at church as you hear another glass breaking. You already know who would be acting hysterical in a church so you followed the sound and opened the door to reveal your one and only lover sitting up on a bed and a cleric who had been trying to help him.

"Oh sorry ma'am but this section is strictly forbidden to outsiders"

"It's ok I'm a cleric, and he's my husband"

"Oh well... if that's the case I can hand his case to you!"

The female cleric quickly picked up her equipment and left the room, she seemed a little too eager to finally leave. You turn to face Astarion whose eyes are already on you, his lips curled to a smile- at least you know he isn't mad.

"Husband? You could at least take me out for dinner first, darling"

"Oh hush, that was one of the only peaceful to get her to leave us alone"

The other beds in the room were surprisingly empty, leaving the both of you alone. You walked towards his bed as you set your bag on the side table. You place yourself in between his legs as you softly caress his face with your hands.

"How's my favorite vampire doing"

"Better now that you're here.... look darling, I just wanted to apologize for my actions earlier. It was completely uncalled for. The closest thing to a God I knew was Cazador... you saw firsthand how much I hate the beast.. but I also understand that it wasn't like that for you, I can live with you being faithful to a God and it also makes you kind, sometimes too kind"

"Too kind, eh? Maybe I should just leave your injuries unattended then"

"I would appreciate it if you won't"

You laugh softly at him as you place a kiss on his lips and at his lashes. You've always loved his eyes and how easily you could get lost in them. Astarions hands were on your waist as you lifted his shirt to finally tend to his wounds.

"I'm also sorry for screaming at you. Wasn't very kind of me to do... but also you were an ass"

"What an apology, my dear"

"Only the best for you"

Still in his hold, you grab a few medicines in your bag and quickly healed him with your magic. In no time Astarion was all healed, all that was left was to clean his bloodied clothing. You loved times like this- intimate and calm, You thank your God for the power to help him because he does get into trouble quite often.

"And there, you're all set. We can go back to camp now if you want"

"It still hurts right here, love"

You glanced at where his fingers were pointing only for it to be pointed at his lips. "Want me to kiss it better?"

"I wouldn't want nothing more, my sweet"

You chuckle as you kiss him on his lips. Even before you got together he always had this flirtatious attitude, you could argue that it only became more frequent when you got together. Always the charmer.

"Now let's go home before the others get worried" He released his hold on your hips as he stood up and stretched a bit. "Anything you say, darling"

"Why didn't you want to get healed by the other clerics?"

"Oh well they aren't as attractive, strong, smart, and quick-witted as you.... besides"

Astarion turns to you holding both of your hands in his as you look him in the eye.

"You're my one and only cleric. I’m never going to accept any kind of healing that doesn't end with a kiss after"

"You could ask Shadowheart next time"

"Ughh don't even get me started, I was trying to be romantic..."

Taglist: @severusminerva, @sarahskywalker-amadala, @ghostinvenus, @veethewriter. Hope you guys enjoyed this!! xoxo

#astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion #astarion x mc #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 #bg3 tav #baldurs gate iii #astarion x tav

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justporo · 3 months

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My peeps, I think it is about high time for some emancipation for my homegirl Tav here. She needs a nickname.

As I've explained before: her name is Tav, for real. I didn't know back then what would come of this game and then well, I wrote... a lot. Now I'm kinda sad because I feel like she's not as unique. And I still like her just being Tav, it has a nice ring. But it's hard to have her be a real OC when her name is... unrecognisable.

So I will keep it in her lore that her name is Tav, but I thought: what if Astarion gave her a nickname, so she can be Tav but she can also be more unique.

Help me pick a (nick)name for my Tav!

So here's the poll - some short explanations for the options under the cut. Also ofc I'll make the final decision but I like to hear your thoughts.

So we know Astarion wouldn't probably be super creative with nicknames (so am I - yes, this is my cover up to hide how I have no super good ideas for this?). But here are some quick thoughts behind the options this far:

Kat: Astarion calls her his little street cat. She grew up on the streets, can be a little grimy and doesn't take super good care of herself. So Cat, but Karlach would throw in to write it with a K because "just like Mama K!" Astarion rolls his eyes, Karlach laughs.

Fox: Because she has reddish brown hair (really more red tbh). And Astarion loves how vibrant her hair looks especially in the direct sun.

Silv: Her eyes are silver, but "Silver" sounds stupid, so Astarion has the very good idea to scratch off the last two letters.

Fien/Devy: both relate to the same idea that she has horns tattooed over her eyes - to look a bit more intimidating?? She did it out of an act of rebellion when she was younger, now she rolls with it. So the idea is to cutesy-fy "fiend" or "devil".

I'm happy to hear your thoughts and ideas! Help me give her a good name!

#tav #oc #poro rambles #bg3 tav #bg3 oc #poll

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precious-little-bhaalbabe · 2 months

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Inspired by @kelandrin

Tav Question

If Karlach gave your Tav a unique nickname, other than “Soldier,” what would it be?

(i.e. “Fringe” for Shadowheart and “Fangs” for Astarion)

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newtabfics · 7 months

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Could I ask for a drabble with drunk Astarion? It was adorable how he got drunk from a bear. I wonder what would he do if he got even more drunk later in the story? What would do his female Tav, would she make fun of him or get drunk too? Thank you in advance!

In my personal headcanon: Absolutely would get teased for it. But I'm feeling a type of way today :3

Basically, they're all at an inn for this.

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Triggers for I guess drinking, mild angst. basically going into astarion's thoughts and fears about not being a sexual being.

His stumbling into her arms made her sigh as she helped him to his room. "You're drunk again. What happened?"

"Some...guy...he was drunk first," Astarion slurred, leaning into her. He nuzzled against her hair and gently pressed a kiss behind her ear. "Gods, you're so sweet to me. Makes me love you so much."

Her cheeks warmed at his words as she helped him to his room. They were lucky they could afford separate rooms. After the camping, it felt needed for everyone.

Though, as she helped him into his room and gripped her hips, she felt that desire building again. "You're drunk, Star," she said gently, guiding him to his bed.

"You're drunk, Darling," He giggled out as she helped him sit. "Ooh. Gonna take advantage of me?" He joked. His eyes flickered a slight as a panic rose in his chest.

Tav smiled gently and knelt down, carefully removing his boots. "Let's get these off," She said softly.

He watched her through rosy vision. It was startling. She was so careful with him, not letting her touch linger too long. He could see it in her eyes, how much she wanted to be intimate with him again...

"Do you hate me?" He mumbled out.

"No, Astarion," She said firmly as she set his boots aside before reaching up and helping him out of the padded overcoat. "Let's get this off. You can't sleep in armor. You'll be fussy in the morning."

Astarion felt his throat tighten as he reached up and touched her hand. He couldn't grasp it still. She was so careful. Her hands stopped, letting him do what he needed. It was like she refused. to move now without his permission.

"Why...not?" he asked softly. "You could...whatever you wanted."

Tav looked up at him from her kneeling position as she gently took his hands into hers as she rested them on his thighs. "Because you keep asking that," She said. "Astarion..." She blushed a slight. "You mean so much to me. You're the first to...to really look at me. And you didn't have to. You said you wanted us to be real. I want us to be real too."

His heart fluttered when she gave a gentle kiss to his knuckles before resting her forehead against them. "I'm not going to do anything, because that's not what you need. and I think you know that too, My Shining Star."

Astarion's face went red at the nickname. "W-Why do you keep calling me that?"

Tav smiled and shook her head. "No particular reason," She giggled.

"What? But I wanna know," he whined.

Tav's soft laugh made his heart melt as she carefully got off the overcoat, leaving him in his loose shirt and pants. He gulped and looked at her, eyes flickering with anxiety as he studied her. His eyes glanced to her neck, seeing the familiar fang bruising on her flesh.

"I feel like I owe you," He sighed, gently tracing the marks. He watched her shiver and still. It was like she was reigning herself in for him. His heart dropped as he thought about how he was neglecting her. How he could do better or--

"Astarion," She said firmly, reaching up and cupping his face as she adjusted. She stood and his hands tenderly found her hips as her lips pressed against his forehead.

He shivered and hugged her close, burying his face against her stomach as he sighed heavily. "I'm sorry I'm a mess," He muttered.

"Don't be sorry," She sighed, running her fingers through his hair as she held him. "I just want you to be comfortable again. I'm never going to make you do anything you don't want."

Her words stopped. She almost wanted to think of something else to add to the statement, but even unsaid, she had spoken volumes more.

Tav smiled as she watched him starting to fall asleep against her. "I'm going to tuck you in now, alright?"

"Don't go..." He muttered into her stomach. His hands clutched the back of her shirt, almost cradling her close to him. "Just...stay?"

She smiled and kissed her head. "I can do that." She hummed as she lay with him in the bed, watching him cling to her. "next time, you're not going out for blood alone though," She told him with a gentle look. "Or at least, maybe don't grab a drunkard."

Astarion smiled softly as he felt the alcohol already clearing out of his mind. He couldn't tell her that his vampirism made him process alcohol so much faster and that it was a buzz. Not after it meant he could be wrapped in her arms and feeling her hands through his hair.

maybe he'd tell her in the morning once his mind stopped reeling.

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writing-all-the-time-2 · 6 months

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SFW Alphabet: Astarion

CW/TW: SPOILERS Word Count: 1.2k

Activities - What are their favorite things to do with you? How do you spend your free time?

He doesn’t have a favorite thing to do with you. Honestly, he likes to do everything with you.

Boo! - How do they feel about surprises, giving and receiving?

Astarion likes to surprise you, but he doesn’t like to be surprised.

Comfort - How do they comfort you when you’re upset? When the tables turn, do they come to you, or do they try to handle it themselves?

It takes Astarion time to learn how to comfort you. Comfort isn’t something he’s used to so he doesn’t have a frame of reference on how to comfort someone that is upset. All he knows is that he hates seeing you upset.

It took him a while to open up to you about his emotions but once he did he started to crave your comfort. Just your presence can be enough to comfort him since it reminds him that he isn’t alone anymore.

Dance - Do they like to dance with you? How good of a dancer are they?

He’s willing to dance with you if you ask him even if he is a bit rusty at it.

Excitement - How do they act when they’re excited? What excites them?

When he gets excited he does that higher pitched giggle that he has.

Future - What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?

Astarion gave up planning for the future a long time ago. Until Cazador is taken care of he refuses to get his hope up for any kind of future.

It’s only after Cazador is dead and that tadpole situation is taken care of that he even starts to believe he actually has a future.

He doesn’t know what the future holds or what it’ll look like, but he knows he wants you there. After everything that happened, he can’t imagine a future where you’re not at his side.

Gifts - What do they give you as presents? How often do they get you gifts?

What gifts he gives you depends on what you like. If you like things like jewelry then that’s what he’ll give you or if you like weapons then don’t be surprised if he gives you a pretty looking dagger.

Just don’t ask where he got it from…

Hold - How do they hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding hands…

He really likes hugs. It makes him feel safe and he hopes it does the same for you.

Ideal - What’s their ideal date like?

He doesn’t really have an ideal date per se, but he does prefer dates when it’s just the two of you alone without other people around.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they handle it?

Yes. Just look at how he looks at Tav when they talk to literally anyone else.

His jealousy comes from a fear of abandonment. He’s so worried that one day you’ll find someone better, someone that isn’t so “high maintenance” as he puts it.

Kisses - How do they like to kiss you? How frequently do you kiss?

Every time he kisses you he wants to make sure you can feel how much he loves you.

Love - How do they show you that they love you?

He makes it a point to protect you no matter what.

Melt - What do you do that absolutely makes them melt?

You see him as a person and not as a monster. You accepted him even after finding out he was a vampire spawn.

Nicknames - What do they call you, and what are their favorite things to be called?

He’ll call you things like love, darling, my sweet, etc. He has a plethora of pet names he can call you, but he pays attention to which ones you seem to like best so he can use them more often.

He doesn’t really care what you call him, but he has taken a liking to you calling him darling.

Obvious - How obvious do they make it that they like you?

With Astarion, it was complicated. He was quick to flirt with you, but you’d eventually find out that was just a ruse.

When he did confess his true feelings for you, that he was falling for you, he was worried you’d never believe him or worse. That you’d just take advantage of his feelings to use him.

However, you did believe him and you even felt the same way about him. Now he’s the happiest he’s been in 200 years.

Pets - Do they have pets? Do they want them?

He would adopt the Owlbear cub that you find.

Quiet - How are the calm, quiet moments with them?

He doesn’t like the quiet since it just leaves him alone with his own thoughts.

Romance - How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?

Romance is a complicated topic for Astarion. He’s used to “romance” as a means of seduction and manipulation. Not as part of a relationship. It takes some time and a bit of trial and error, but he figures it out.

Safe - What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?

You accept him for who he is and you’re willing to stand by him no matter what.

Tend - How do they act when you’re hurt or sick, and vice versa?

If you get sick, he hates it because there isn’t anything he can do about it except wait for you to get better. He hates when you get hurt too, but at least with that he can kill whoever hurt you.

If he were to get hurt or sick he would be a bit dramatic about it, but that’s just who he is. Plus he loves the extra attention you give him even if he doesn’t always admit it.

Unique - What’s an unusual thing about them that’s oddly charming?

It’s not really unusual, but you do find his dark sense of humor rather charming.

Variety - Do they prefer to keep things the same, or spice it up?

He actually prefers to keep things the same. Mostly because he hasn’t had stability in his life in a long time.

Wash - What’s it like taking a bath with them, or helping them wash up after a fight?

Whenever you try to help him wash up after a fight he’ll insist that he doesn’t need your help and can do it himself. If anything he should be the one helping you wash up.

XO - How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?

When the two of you are out adventuring he’ll always link his pinky with yours that way he can keep you close but not be too overbearing.

Yearn - What do they do when they miss you?

Astarion is sassy and has a bit of an attitude normally but that gets turned up to 11 when he misses you.

Zzz - How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?

Since Astarion is an elf he doesn’t really sleep so he’ll just wait until you’re ready to go to bed before he does.

When in bed together, he likes to cuddle (he’s the little spoon).

#baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 headcanons #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin

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The second chapter of The One That Got a Thay: A Semichronological Guide on Breaking Free of Your Dread Father and Removing Illithid Parasites is up if anybody wants to give it a gander here, there's a snippet of it under the cut!

(Also thank you guys for 700 hits on the first chapter when it hasn't even been out for a week yet)

“Did anyone know?” Tavaris looked from the water to him, Astarion had stopped searching for his reflection and instead turned his attention to the stars.

“I-” His brow furrowed, “No... no one knew.” He was searching the sky as if looking for something, perhaps a constellation she couldn’t imagine the name of.

One of the annoying things about having almost no memory until circumstance or a line of thought called for it to resurface was that Tavaris couldn’t choose when it happened. This was one of those moments.

Traditional elven naming conventions, at least that of the high elven variety, meant that a name changed several times throughout one’s life. Someone would keep the name their parents gave them until they were about a hundred. Despite the way he spoke sometimes, Astarion didn’t seem that old. Tavaris couldn’t imagine him being any more than fifty at most and even that was pushing it.

He died a child.

He died a child with a child's name: Astarion. A rough translation into common of it would be ‘little star’. The man beside her was once someone’s starlight. Did his mother mourn him? Was she still alive? Did she exist somewhere on the Sword Coast grieving her son who still walked amongst the living? Had there been moments when he was stalking the streets of Baldur’s Gate where he looked at her from a distance, or had so much pain befallen him that her existence slipped his mind completely? Did Astarion have her eyes once upon a time?

What of Tavaris? Were her parents alive? Did she have family somewhere?

Karlach and Wyll had taken to shortening her name to Tav. Was that a nickname she had before? Her own age wasn’t known to her, she looked around the same as Astarion, around forty. Did that mean she also had a drow child’s name? There was no sweet meaning she could find within the name she was calling her own, the very first thing she remembered when she woke up. Tav meant omen and aris meant ruin - slaughter. But they also had reverse connotations if context was changed. Omen became truth and ruin became best.

She sighed, tossing the train of thought aside as the quiet between the two of them stretched on. “It’s quite a sight, isn’t it?”

“What is?” Astarion looked at her confused from his seat on the pillow.

“The stars.” She clarified with a gesture towards the night sky.

#baldur’s gate 3 #the one who got a thay #bg3 #baldur’s gate iii #bg3 fic #astarion #the dark urge #bg3 dark urge #tav/astarion #please read the tags on the fic before opening the story #this is a dead dove do not eat kinda story #bg3 fanfiction #baldur's gate fanfiction #bg3 writing #writblr #ao3

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sweeter-innocence-fics · 3 months

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You Brought Your Worst and I'm Right Here - Chapter One: Prologue

Pairing: Gale of Waterdeep x female Tav

Work Summary:

After an explosive falling out between Gale and his academic adviser, Mystra, Tav is left to pick up the pieces.

Modern/College AU.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Epilogue

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 790

Read on AO3.

Masterlists.

Taglist: @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye

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Notes:

Hi guys, I can't stop playing BG3, please send help.

I'm planning on updating this fic every Monday <3

Major major warnings for grooming, suicidal ideation/suicide attempt, mental health problems

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In retrospect, Tav should’ve seen it coming. As it was, she was woefully unprepared for what was about to become to worst day of her life.

She had spent most of her day at the university library trying to finish up a lab report, and she felt like her brain was about to drip out of her ears.

What she really needed was a pizza and a stiff drink. As soon as she’d submitted her report, she was planning on eating herself into a food coma and then sleeping for eighteen hours.

She had re-read her report three times, and every single time she’d caught more typos. Normally, she’d get Gale to check it for her before submitting but she hadn’t seen him today and she didn’t want to have to wait around for him to respond.

She really should read it over one more time. That was precisely what she was thinking as she pressed the button to upload the report to her uni portal. As soon as that was done, she relished the feeling of closing down all of the tabs that had been bothering her for hours and then logging out of the library computer.

She checked her phone to see if anyone else had responded to her message from earlier where she’d suggested they get a takeaway.

Gale still hadn’t responded, although all the rest of her flatmates had. That wasn’t all that surprising. He could be a bit of a hermit, particularly recently. He was never one to say no to pizza though. She was sure she could tempt him when she got home.

Astarion was out this evening, but her other two flatmates had seemed keen as well.

The bus home was predictably crowded. Tav squeezed herself into a corner against the wall and willed her eyes to stay open for the duration of the journey. It was raining when she stepped off the bus.

By the time she’d made it to her street, cold rivulets of water were running down from her hairline to her chin. She shivered, glad that she had opted to leave her laptop at home today because her rucksack was getting worryingly damp.

It took her three tries to get her key to turn. The lock was stiff. Their landlord had advised them to put Vaseline on it to prevent this problem. Tav thought that if the lock was stiff enough to need Vaseline, then the landlord should’ve replaced it. He didn’t agree.

Finally, mercifully, the door opened, and she stepped inside.

A movie that Tav didn’t recognise was playing on the TV. Jenevelle, affectionately nicknamed Shadowheart because of her emo tendencies, was stretched out on the sofa, fast asleep.

Shadowheart was a medical student. Tav considered her workload to be slightly insane, and it wasn’t the first time she’d come home to find her passed out on the couch. Luckily, Tav knew her order off by heart, so she didn’t have to wake her until the food arrived.

Wyll was nowhere to be seen. She supposed that maybe he wasn’t home yet. Her stomach gave a loud grumble as she hung up her coat and deposited her rucksack on the radiator to dry. She shook out her hair and made for the stairs.

Gale’s bedroom door was closed. She knocked on it gently, and when she got no response, more forcefully.

“Gale?”

She had the strangest sinking feeling in her gut. Something was wrong. There was no light coming through the crack under his door. If Gale wasn’t home, why would his door be closed? None of them ever left their door shut when they went out (except for Astarion).

Maybe he was sleeping?

“Gale?” she called, louder this time. There was still no response. She rattled the door handle, and was relieved to find that it wasn’t locked. The door opened. She hoped he wouldn’t mind her intrusion, but she could handle him being annoyed if it meant quelling her anxiety.

It was very dark. She could just about make out the shape of him on his bed.

“Gale?” Even to herself, her voice sounded strange, too loud in the quiet of his room. “Gale?”

She took a tentative step towards him. Her eyes were adjusting to the light, and that’s when she saw the empty bottle of pills, lying discarded beside his bed.

She rushed to his side, grabbing his arm, but he didn’t react at all. She shook him, but his body was limp. Even in the dark, she could see the traces of vomit around his mouth. An inhuman scream ripped through her as she continued to shake him.

Somewhere far behind her, she heard the front door close.

“SHADOWHEART!” she screamed. “JEN? JEN!”

Next Chapter

#bg3 tav #bg3 gale #gale x tav #bg3 fic #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #gale x female tav

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sorcerous-caress · 5 months

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I’m glad you mentioned about Sean viewing Randgrid differently after his bad ending because I have definitely thought about how he’d be around his fellow Merry Men after his bad ending. Bad ending Sean would be very hateful towards anyone who doesn’t agree with him or anyone who even ever had a past of selfishness and greediness. He’d take low shots at people’s background “Zarek wasn’t your mother so consumed by greed they turned you into one of those statue actors on the street?” Stuff like that. Him hating Randgrid because she is the spawn of a dragon would also show how far he’s fallen because I always imagined him believing that there are no naturally evil races. “All goblins are evil? Nonsense those guys just suck.” He’d turn on the companions too even if they had their good ending, Astarion and Gale for being power hungry, Wyll just for having a noble background, hell maybe even Karlach for fighting for a devil and working with Gortash even if it was against her will. If Sol was a companion he’d probably turn on her for her dragon heritage.

But enough about that the last Merry Men kid is Alfred Nikolas a goblin Artificer nicknamed Fun-Sized Fred. He is based on Tiny Tim from A Christmas Carol. He was taken in by Lord Marion (genderbent Lady Marian) as more of a protégée than an adopted child given his parents are still alive and still on good terms unlike the rest of the kids. He became a well-known artificer using the money of his version of Scrooge after he gave all his money to Fred’s family when he passed. Fred uses modified crutches to get around but they double as his weapons. Really wish they had Goblins as a race in bg3 so I could make him in it. I’ll just have to make him in Hero Forge at some point.

Okay, wait, I'm obsessed with the potential for Sean and Sol interactions. Let's play barbies with our OCs for a hot second.

Let's say by some miracle the two of them end up kinda friends in act 3. Maybe a series of failed bullying attempts from Sol that just strengthened their bond instead.

Now bad endings! Sean gets hyper-vigilant and vindictive with his judgment. Everyone is put under the microscope and all their hearts are weighted on a scale against a feather just so they wouldn't end up on his list of enemies.

What if, Sol gets their bad ending too. But since Sean bothered to befriend them, they think "oh. Maybe he belongs to my hoard."

It's basically about 2-5 years of life before they die. Might as well make the most out of it yk? So eventually after amassing all the gold and gems they want, they think it's time to round up the people they care about.

Romanced Tav tied up in gold chains in their chambers? Check.

That one druid who was nice to them and restored their flower? Check.

That dog who didn't bite them too hard when they tried to pet it after he smelled dragon on them? Check.

Now, time to get the friends.

Ascended Astarion and God Gale would be too hard for Sol to manage with their short lifespan so they'd skip them. Sharran Shadowheart would hide too well for them to find and Lae'zel is on another plane of existence serving Vlaakith.

Halsin is there, free to grab. They pass by his village and don't look back. He can stay, he's not on the list.

Minthara IS on the list however. Although they have no idea where she is in the underdark or how to get to her. Did she get killed? They'll pay some drows to search for news about her and wait.

Now Sean, he would be fun because Sol is on the list of his enemies. He would seek them out himself. Afterall it is his fault for being kind to them to the past, now they see him as a part of their hoard.

And oh they'd be so delighted, he spared them the trouble of hunting him down, how kind of him, now off to the cage.

But he just keeps escaping, it's driving them crazy how time after time he comes trying to steal from them or kill them, and they throw him in a pure gold cell and the next day he's gone.

Do they have to pin him down with magic? Curse him with a tracker? How does he keep managing it? They follow him in their dragon form and take back their gold, pick him up with their claws and return him to the hoard.

It's a constant cycle of playing tag, except it is murder and steal tag.

If it's their good ending they'd just be confused, there is as much dragon in them as there are wings in a fish, even their scales fell of buddy. They're fully human.

If he brings up their past, it would anger them. After all, they sacrificed? After all the effort they've put in to change? Now he brings it up? Sol would call him a hypocrite for befriending their awful self before and coming to hold them accountable now.

I doubt it would work or convince him but honestly words is all Sol has at that point. They're a low level human fighter who lost all their powerful magic, not even a family left to hide behind. They're weak and defenceless and an experienced rogue could easily take them down.

So they'd keep attempting to use their high charisma to convince him or at least distract him from their trail. They might be able to overpower him with strength, but he'd be too tricky and slippery.

Him coming after them even after their half-frienship would hurt them but they'd never show it. It wouldn't anger them.

But him going after his own family? That'd infuriate them so much because he definitely talked the whole camp's ears off before about his family and moms and how much he loves them. They'd take more offence to that than him betraying them

At least Sol knows themselves, they were shitty and deserved it, but his family weren't shitty to him. Especially if he brings up Sol's greedy family after condemning his own. They'll dig at him for being just as rotten and greedy as the rest of them.

But also, that is all hypothetical bc I'm not even sure if Sol would bother kidnapping anyone but romanced Tav, yk? Like platonic Tav wouldn't interest them and they'll just increase their security against Sean instead of putting him in their hoard.

Man Jaheira has her work cut out for her, first Ascended Astarion neighbour, then vigilante Sean lurking the streets and now a dragon-human mutant flying over the city and stealing everything.

Not mentioning corrupted Arch-Duke Wyll and the Shar cult just below the city with Justicier Shadowheart.

Anyway goblin guy let's goo!! When I read fun-sized-Fred, I thought of scooby doo Fred ngl. And omfg modfied crutches that actually shoot bullets? It's like that one meme with "call the hospital call the hospital...but not for me" and Fred lifts his crutches and starts firing and it's glorious.

The only one on good terms with his parents, if he is adopted I wonder if he ever thinks about his bio parents. Sol would probably encourage him to, because they feel a special connection to their kin, be it another draconic being or their actual family and would think that Alfred needs to experience it too.

#♡Sol #♡OthersOCs #♡myocs #♡anonstavs #♡Sean #♡Alfred

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Tav questions! Nabbing from @findingtarshish , take if you wish!

Name: Tavias. He's not sure which 'family' gave it to him (foster? The cult? Was magically embedded into him by Bhaal?) but it was the first thing he remembered, so he sticks with it. If he has a surname, he wouldn't have the foggiest what it is.

Nickname(s): He's definitely got 'Tav' a few times! Really enjoys the affectionate pet names he gets from his lovers, and did go all 🥺 when Omeluum called him 'Sun Child' (he is extremely sun-coded).

Pronouns: He/him

Star sign: I would not have the foggiest :D What corresponds to the 28th of Eleint? That's his new birthday!

Height: Okay in-game he appears maybe an inch shorter than 5'9" Astarion, but I definitely see him as more like 5'5". Also objectively hilarious next to Halsin, who's like seven feet tall.

Orientation: Part of the Pansexual Menace Squad, although he does lean more towards men.

Race: On paper, he's a wood half-elf with draconic bloodline sorcery, so some gold dragon in there. Given the whole… pureblooded Bhaalspawn made of a sliver of Bhaal's own dead flesh thing, though, that gets a bit. Uh. Messier, and he tries not to actually think about it too hard or it gives him a headache.

Romancing: Astarion and Halsin. Wrote a bunch on their relationship dynamics here!

Favourite fruit: Loves himself some grapes. If he sees any somewhere, they will end up in his hand, being nibbled on as they make their way through wherever they happen to be.

Favourite season: Summer. He craves being warm. Probably a fire dragon thing.

Favourite flower: I feel pre-brain surgery he would have said something edgelordy like foxglove or oleander? Pretty but lethal, just like him~. Now, he's learning to appreciate other flowers - he'd probably say something like balsam at this point (pretty and healing tyvm), but Halsin would love to teach him more.

Favourite scent: Wood smoke, which he suspects is also a dragon thing. Also blood.

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: He goddamn loves hot chocolate. Anything sweet, really - his favourite drink is Amnian dessert wine and his favourite treats are cinnamon rolls.

Average sleep hours: Not as much as he should. He has the sadly common Bhaalspawn trait of restless sleep and nightmares.

Dogs or cats: He loves all animals and was goddamn distraught to learn that he had mistreated Steelclaw in the past. Animals represent innocence and trust to him. Sees Scratch - "Oh, I'm a dog person now." Meets the cub - "My favourites are owlbears and this is my son." Has the good fortune of crossing paths with Boo and surviving - "Can I interest you in some Miniature Giant Space Hamster propaganda?" He doesn't have a lot of personal experience with cats, but he knows Astarion loves cats, and Halsin loves all animals, so he's pretty sure he'd love cats too! (At some point he's going to go back to Moonrise - Astarion has to go to the Last Light to properly adopt His Majesty - and he's going to grovel for Steelclaw's forgiveness.)

Dream trip: He'd love to see the Feywild. It sounds, well, magical. He'd also love to visit two cities that cross over into the Feywild, Evereska and Evermeet, but while his lovers are full elves and would have no issue there, he's a bit uncertain what reception he'd get as a half-elf. He's brushing up on his elvish just in case (he can read and write in Espruar, but his spoken elvish isn't great. Astarion and Halsin are both fluent, so they've been helping him out, and Halsin also knows the Wild variant, and since Tavias' elvish background is wood elf, he'd love to learn it).

Amount of blankets: All of them. He and Astarion more or less have a nest.

Random fact(s): One day Halsin is going to work out the precise combination of herbs to treat a) his anxiety disorder and b) his chronic headaches from his brain injury, and it's going to be one of the best days of his life (I mean, following stuff like 'being resurrected as an independent person by Jergal' and 'losing all those icky memories of being a cult leader/serial killer' and 'meeting his new found family' and 'saving the world').

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #the dark urge #oc: tavias

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Get to know my Tav Durge

🥀 Taffan Deathbane 📿

Way of the Four Elemenents Monk | Mestopheles Tiefling

Commonly known: Taf | He/him

What are their

1. favorite weapon?

- Preferably none, fight mainly unarmed.

2. style of combat?

- Quick and efficient, not above shoving everyone down chasms.

3. most prized possession?

- The little decors on his horns. It is the small gifts that people and children decorate on his horns as he pass by their villages.

4. deepest desire?

- To leave the world better than he found it.

5. guilty pleasure?

- Shedding blood.

6. best-kept secret?

- He's a Baal-spawn. Originally kept as a secret to his fellow monks but after the nautiloid, he doesn't remember and often sucks in his urges as best he could.

7. greatest strength?

- Fundamentally kind.

8. fatal flaw?

- Fundamentally kind against his fundamentally cruel urges.

9. favorite spell or cantrip?

- Fire fists.

10. pet peeve?

- Being tail-yanked.

11. bad habit?

- Tapping his feet or shaking his legs when nervous/ansty.

12. hidden talent?

- Surprisingly good at instruments.

13. leisure activity?

- Meditating.

14. favorite drink?

- Plain water or something with little texture and taste.

15. comfort food?

- Bread.

16. favorite person?

- Astarion. After him are his siblings, even Tav who he cussed out as a child.

17. favored display of affection (platonic and/or romantic)?

- Hugs. Burrying his face into people's hair.

18. fondest childhood memory?

- When he caught a particularly big bug in the back of the house where he grew up. He remembers another kid was there who technically caught it but gave the credits to him, hence his immense joy. He doesn't remember who the kid is.

19. free-response! Is there anything else about your Tav you'd like to share?

- Though he is the one to denounce his siblings and chase Taph away when he was at his worst, he grows to be extremely protective of them both. Despite this, the difference in world view and Tav's anger towards Taf still causes explosive fights that thankfully doesn't end in another bloodshed.

Get to know Taf's siblings: Tav, Taph

Last names are title/nickname given.

#get to know my tav #dark urge #bg3 durge #bg3 oc #bg3 tav #my tav #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #male tav

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OC Name Meaning

Hi, I'm about two weeks late to this - thanks so much for the tag, @sillyliterature! :D

Rules: google and post the meaning of your OC'S name (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! bonus if you can find something for their last name too.

I'll do my BG3 Tavs (+ my Durge) and also some of my Shepards! <33

Laurel: My first, and main, Tav!! They're a Seldarine drow warlock with the Folk Hero background (I went in blind and didn't realize Wyll has the same class & background, oops). They've always tried really hard to forge relationships with all kinds of people to 'prove' that not all drow are evil and/or Lolth worshippers. Since their mom raised them to be a selfless hero who would improve public perception of drow like she does, they were named after the crown of leaves that would be given to heroes and victors in our world... which has been a heavy burden to bear. In meeting Lae'zel, they learned that it's completely possible to not care what others think of you or how you 'represent your race' - and it's taught them to be themself, instead of some ideal of a 'perfect' drow.

Estelle: My tiefling sorcerer that I made specifically to romance Astarion with! Estelle was born to a tiefling general and a marid (evil water devil). Their mother, the general, wanted a child who would have strong powers and an even stronger mind - that's how she chose Estelle's father. However, Estelle had a soft heart and no mind for strategy. Their parents abandoned them on the streets as a result. This made Estelle grow angry and cold, and they vowed to tap into their own strength, join the army, and get revenge on the parents who saw them as worthless. The Nautiloid got them before they ever made it off the streets though. I borrowed their name from a character I love in Arslan Senki - she disguises herself as a boy to join the army and fight for what she believes in, so I thought it was fitting.

Tharien: My sister told me she had a dream where I made a D&D character and called him Tharien, so I made a BG3 character with that name, hahaha. He's my little murder freak who's going to destroy the grove and romance Minthara!

Valiska: My first, and so far only, Durge. I really wanted to play with the contrast between the monstrous and the beautiful, so I chose a race that's seen as monstrous (half-orc) and gave her soft, beautiful hair. She's also a bard because she wants to add loveliness to the world, and hates the violence within her very much. 'Valiska' as a name kind of just came to me, I think it rolls off the tongue nicely and thought it suited her appearance somehow.

Seren: The githyanki cleric I made for my co-op pt with my bf! They're a cleric of Tyr with a strong moral code that leaves little room for subtlety or nuance. I named them after a character I like (again), this time from Magi: Princess Serendine. Magi's Serendine is brave and stubborn, and she learns that the country she believed in so strongly is actually rotten on the inside. I wanted my Seren to go through a similar arc, and they share a lot of Magi's Seren's traits, so I found the name very fitting.

Aria: My first Shepard!! I once again went in blind - imagine my surprise when I got to ME2 and met Aria T'Loak...

Aria Shepard is Earthborn, and was found on the steps of an orphanage in the middle of an opera performance at the nearby theater. Her caretakers heard the music and named her accordingly. She's always shut away the more poetic, soft side of herself in order to survive her harsh realities. That changes when she meets Thane, who draws out her most vulnerable self almost without trying. I'm still in the middle of writing a long (very long) fic about her and Thane that I'm hoping to maybe start publishing soon.

Ares: A renegade Shepard is something that can actually be so personal, as I learned when I made Ares. She's a tough career soldier who's wholly dedicated to the Alliance and its ideals, so ME2 has been a fun ride so far. I wanted her name to be equally tough and not too feminine, because she's nonbinary. When the idea hit me to name her after the god of war, I couldn't stop thinking about it until I sat down and completed her character creation.

Tobi: The Shepard I made so I could finally romance Tali! Tobi is a Colonist who has spent years hiding behind false identities. When the Batarians came and took his family, he ran until his legs gave out and his cousin Tobias had to carry him to safety. Tobias was then caught and killed. The incident shook Tobi up so badly that he kind of lost his sense of self, and instead took on Tobias' name and identity. He joined the Alliance under that false name, two years too young to be legally allowed to do so. Hackett figures out what happened eventually, but by that point, Tobi Shepard is an indispensible part of the military and is already of age. No one's called Tobi by his given name since his family died, and he prefers to keep it that way... though he's told Tali his story in private.

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goddness-lunafreya · 6 months

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Philrath Headcanon - As the Companions Come My PoV

So, after seeing many people doing this, I had the courage and desire to do it too. Inspired by the posts Write your Tav (other characters' POV edition) and My Tav (Tyrael) Headcanons, I decided to make this post. Let's see what the Companions think of our Half-Dragon? Meet more about Philrath

Shadowhear

"Philrath is...Curious. But not in a bad way. Of course, when I met her I thought she was strange, but she was kind to me, to all of us. Sometimes I think we didn't deserve it. Her being the daughter of a dragon was strange to accept, but I soon got used to it. In the end I think I understand her, she was alone for so many years, away from her family... I hope she feels good where she is now."

Lae'zel

"The dragon hybrid exceeded my expectations. Maybe they weren't tall, but Philrath proved to be more than just a pretty face. She fought bravely! When I saw her fly in her direction, spitting the end of her enemies onto the ice, I understood why she was hiding, and I admired her. But she doesn't need to hide, she'll be the dragon when she needs to be, and we'll be here to make sure no bastard locks her up again! I may not agree with everything she does... she's still a sentimental fool. But I see a warrior in her eyes."

Gale

"Philrath is unique. What can I say? I would love to study her magic more calmly. I understand exactly how dragon magic flows so well in a hybrid's body, but I'm afraid of getting bitten! Well... I wouldn't just get one..." (Referring to the vampire) "Anyway, I'm glad she trusts us enough to expose herself. It's difficult... Explaining when you have something dangerous in you. I confess that looking at it from this angle, damn, it makes sense that she ignored me... A dragon is a little too much for me..." (He takes a goddess and still says that...). "Better to leave her with someone who understands these wilder things."

Karlach

"She is amazing! Seriously, she, like, even tried to touch my hand when I asked. We almost gave her a thermal shock, poor thing, but did she accept it? Serious. She's crazy! But... I adore her. I would hate to see her arrested, when she told me I... I was devastated. I'm going to kick those hunters' asses! She protected me... I must do the same. It's almost as if she were a little sister... A little sister who turns into a fucking dragon, but a little sister."

Halsin

"Philrath... Sometimes I let slip from my lips a nickname, 'Little Dragon'. That's what she is. She's small for a dragon, but she must have her heart in the right place, more so than most of them... When she asked me to train her, I was embarrassed. I didn't see myself in a position to do that, but she opened up and said how scared she is of hurting people, transformed... I know what that's like. Even I, an experienced person, I feel fear when I transform into a bear over unstable emotions, imagine her, a dragon. But she is safe now, in our arms, with Silvanus and protected in the embrace of her soulmate. I will be here if she needs extra arms for the hug ." (A not so innocent joke)

Astarion

"Oh, Philrath? My Darling? What do I say... I don't want to expose her too much, but she's a delight. But I think that before I talk about how wonderful she is carnally, I should say how much she... Trusted me. See, you let me bite you. She gave me company at night. It was a sweet voice for when I got nervous. She did crazy things, oh how crazy things, for me! And... I never wanted anything in return. She just... loved me. Honestly, I don't want to break up with her! I don't care if she has scales, or if she turns into a dragon, or if she's hunted by maniacs? But so what?? I have my own maniac to kill. So what?? I'd love to do this with her... And I'd love to return the favor." (Post Cazador, they will apparently have no rest.)

Wyll

"Philrath... She's not a monster. I know it's weird to start like this, but everyone says that! She says this about herself. And she's not a monster. It's just a... Person who has suffered his whole life and wants to live! Damn, if it's difficult for me now that I have this pair of horns, imagine she's had them since birth. I feel sorry, but I want to help her. The Blade of Frontiers has promised to protect those in need, and she does. Philrath could only abandon everything and everyone, live in seclusion, feel angry. But look at her here... Making us happy with songs and dances and saving little children. She is not a monster. Monsters are those who gave her that title."

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oh-my-hubris · 7 months

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Doing some thinking about archetypes, abuse, and media I like. In particular here, we're going to look at Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3) and Fenris (Dragon Age II) .

So first, the similarities: White haired elf boy from an abusive background controlled, manipulated and used by someone with both political and supernatural power over them. Both are smart, gave a penchant for bad wine, and are romanceable with the romance having a darker bend than many of the others in the game. That is, honestly, about where it ends.

First, let's look at the abuse and reactions to it. Astarion was used as a lure. He was tortured, both physically and emotionally, and shaped into a people pleaser. Astarion immediately tries to ingratiate himself to Tav and we *know* that fucking Tav is first and foremost for his own safety. He doesn't live them, he might not like them, and he is not attracted to them. At this point Astarion doesn't even really like sex it's just what he *does*.

Fenris, however, was a flex and a weapon. His markings are bold, meant to both catch the eye and intimidate. We also know, or at least are told, that he agreed to them in order to free his mother and sister and that he was proud at first. He wears his distrust of Hawke openly, loudly, and does everything he can to push the party away. Varric nicknames him Broody.

Secondly, how do they relate to others? Astarion is selfish. He cares for his own safety and own desires because two hundred years of enslavement have taught him that he is all he has. Ultimately, until the end and depending on choices you've made, Astarion neither cares about, nor wants to help, others.

Fenris is a spiky, likely alcoholic ball of hate, but he does try and help. He doesn't like mages, but he likes killing slavers and we know that post-2 he is off murdering them because revenge and baking the world a nominally better place. *See entirely different tirade about Shartan, Solas, and Elf-wolf-rebel symbolism in Dragon Age.*

Thirdly, while it's tempting to lump them both I to "white haired elf boys" it's important to remember that elves in Dragon Age and elves in D&D are *fundamentally* different.

High Elves in D&D are a long lived race well respected in society. They are inherently magical, they are broadly upper-crust, and Astarion himself was a Magistrate. The Gur attacked him over policy. Policy that he probably deserved to be attacked over.

Elves in Dragon Age are a displaced and oppressed minority. They are treated as second class citizens everywhere but Tevinter, where Fenris is from, and in Tevinter they are enslaved.

Fenris was born into slavery, Astarion was born into privilege.

These are not the same thing and these two men would, in fact, have wildly different reactions to stimuli in background and social standing alone.

So, in short, no, I really don't think they gave that much in common but the similarities are enough that contesting them is fun, fascinating, and worth doing.

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