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My precious BG3 Tav Kostel Haze Mizzrym is a necromancer, but more importantly — a very unreliable person to know.
Breaking news!!! Scarlett gets plastic surgery (I installed some face mods lmao)
I'm still trying to decide between to heads rn but ig I'll change it again jf I want to later 🥲 IDK WHY I DIDNT GIVE HER THE MUSCLE MOMMY PHYSIQUE 😭😭 her being short is not Scarlett lore accurate !!
With Stars to Fill My Dream (10) - Let the Dystopian Morning Light Pour In
EVERYBODY!!! 🖤🖤 We've made it to Chapter 10!! I am so happy we've gotten this far! I don't think I've ever made it this far with my writing, and I'm really proud of myself and my perseverance- I care so much about this story and its characters, and I have so much more material written with no end to my inspiration and motivation in sight! I hope this train keeps rolling full steam ahead because I've made so many friends on this journey and I wouldn't be here without them! 🖤🖤
Anyway, I'll quit my yapping so you can enjoy the chapter! Please see some bonus screenshots below!
(P.S. The screenshots are meant to be enjoyed from afar because my editing stuff is not so good. 🖤🖤)
Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.
Word Count: 9,053
Opening under the cut!
Their group scatters to the winds to check out stalls and mill about as Ofelia and Alfira discuss a few lessons she can learn right away. Wyll and Lae’zel join Karlach and they descend to the blacksmith’s area, Astarion hangs off to the side, not quite in the circle with the two bards but not a part of it. Gale and Shadowheart head off to the apothecary and general goods vendor for potion ingredients and food supplies and in the meantime, Ofelia learns. She learns until her fingers hurt from overuse and twilight begins to overtake the evening sky. The ache is a pleasant reminder that she’s nailed a few spells, her delight overshadowing any exhaustion.
“Can I try one on you?” Ofelia attempts an icebreaker as she walks up beside Astarion, gesturing to her lute. He’s leaning against the weathered rock with his eyes closed, pretending like he hadn’t heard her. If she can free them from whatever rut it is that they’ve been stuck in, she’d like to try.
“I learned Bardic Inspiration, it might be a good idea to practice my skills-”
“Absolutely not.” He mutters sharply, lids still closed. She frowns.
“You’ve been nothing but cold to me all day. I’m sorry about Shadowheart, but whatever this-” She waves her hand in front of him though he can’t see it. “-is, it’s got to stop. The others are starting to notice.” Her voice is like a blade, slicing through his nonchalant demeanor. His eyes snap open and he glares at her- it makes her flinch gently, and it’s clear he notices.
“Let them,” He turns, walking down the ridge and she follows, anger boiling in her blood.
“What’s going on?” She shouts, grateful to be away from her tiefling teacher as he stalks toward the hillside. “What have I done to you? I’m sorry I almost killed you- I didn’t mean to! I couldn’t control it! What happened from when you left me at the river to this morning? What did I do?” She can’t keep the hot rush of emotion from pouring over her words to coat them in betrayal. What happened? They were conversing so easily yesterday- he’d been a bit bristly about her intentions to provide him with her blood, but she thought they’d at least come to an understanding…
“Nothing!” He growls, throwing his pack down on the ground to stake a claim on the dirt he stands upon. “All you do is suffocate me with your kindness- why? Do you like taking pity on a monster? I hate being treated like a charity case.” She freezes, stiff and stung. When she takes a soft step back, he glares at her and she feels herself shrink.
What spurred this on?
If anyone should be considering themselves a monster, it’s her.
With Stars to Fill My Dream (10) - Let the Dystopian Morning Light Pour In
EVERYBODY!!! 🖤🖤 We've made it to Chapter 10!! I am so happy we've gotten this far! I don't think I've ever made it this far with my writing, and I'm really proud of myself and my perseverance- I care so much about this story and its characters, and I have so much more material written with no end to my inspiration and motivation in sight! I hope this train keeps rolling full steam ahead because I've made so many friends on this journey and I wouldn't be here without them! 🖤🖤
Anyway, I'll quit my yapping so you can enjoy the chapter! Please see some bonus screenshots below!
(P.S. The screenshots are meant to be enjoyed from afar because my editing stuff is not so good. 🖤🖤)
Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.
Word Count: 9,053
Opening under the cut!
Their group scatters to the winds to check out stalls and mill about as Ofelia and Alfira discuss a few lessons she can learn right away. Wyll and Lae’zel join Karlach and they descend to the blacksmith’s area, Astarion hangs off to the side, not quite in the circle with the two bards but not a part of it. Gale and Shadowheart head off to the apothecary and general goods vendor for potion ingredients and food supplies and in the meantime, Ofelia learns. She learns until her fingers hurt from overuse and twilight begins to overtake the evening sky. The ache is a pleasant reminder that she’s nailed a few spells, her delight overshadowing any exhaustion.
“Can I try one on you?” Ofelia attempts an icebreaker as she walks up beside Astarion, gesturing to her lute. He’s leaning against the weathered rock with his eyes closed, pretending like he hadn’t heard her. If she can free them from whatever rut it is that they’ve been stuck in, she’d like to try.
“I learned Bardic Inspiration, it might be a good idea to practice my skills-”
“Absolutely not.” He mutters sharply, lids still closed. She frowns.
“You’ve been nothing but cold to me all day. I’m sorry about Shadowheart, but whatever this-” She waves her hand in front of him though he can’t see it. “-is, it’s got to stop. The others are starting to notice.” Her voice is like a blade, slicing through his nonchalant demeanor. His eyes snap open and he glares at her- it makes her flinch gently, and it’s clear he notices.
“Let them,” He turns, walking down the ridge and she follows, anger boiling in her blood.
“What’s going on?” She shouts, grateful to be away from her tiefling teacher as he stalks toward the hillside. “What have I done to you? I’m sorry I almost killed you- I didn’t mean to! I couldn’t control it! What happened from when you left me at the river to this morning? What did I do?” She can’t keep the hot rush of emotion from pouring over her words to coat them in betrayal. What happened? They were conversing so easily yesterday- he’d been a bit bristly about her intentions to provide him with her blood, but she thought they’d at least come to an understanding…
“Nothing!” He growls, throwing his pack down on the ground to stake a claim on the dirt he stands upon. “All you do is suffocate me with your kindness- why? Do you like taking pity on a monster? I hate being treated like a charity case.” She freezes, stiff and stung. When she takes a soft step back, he glares at her and she feels herself shrink.
What spurred this on?
If anyone should be considering themselves a monster, it’s her.
LOOK!!! THEY'RE HUGGING!!! LIKE IN THE CHAPTER!!!
hehehehehe they're so cute 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 I made this 🥰
With Stars to Fill My Dream (10) - Let the Dystopian Morning Light Pour In
EVERYBODY!!! 🖤🖤 We've made it to Chapter 10!! I am so happy we've gotten this far! I don't think I've ever made it this far with my writing, and I'm really proud of myself and my perseverance- I care so much about this story and its characters, and I have so much more material written with no end to my inspiration and motivation in sight! I hope this train keeps rolling full steam ahead because I've made so many friends on this journey and I wouldn't be here without them! 🖤🖤
Anyway, I'll quit my yapping so you can enjoy the chapter! Please see some bonus screenshots below!
(P.S. The screenshots are meant to be enjoyed from afar because my editing stuff is not so good. 🖤🖤)
Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.
Word Count: 9,053
Opening under the cut!
Their group scatters to the winds to check out stalls and mill about as Ofelia and Alfira discuss a few lessons she can learn right away. Wyll and Lae’zel join Karlach and they descend to the blacksmith’s area, Astarion hangs off to the side, not quite in the circle with the two bards but not a part of it. Gale and Shadowheart head off to the apothecary and general goods vendor for potion ingredients and food supplies and in the meantime, Ofelia learns. She learns until her fingers hurt from overuse and twilight begins to overtake the evening sky. The ache is a pleasant reminder that she’s nailed a few spells, her delight overshadowing any exhaustion.
“Can I try one on you?” Ofelia attempts an icebreaker as she walks up beside Astarion, gesturing to her lute. He’s leaning against the weathered rock with his eyes closed, pretending like he hadn’t heard her. If she can free them from whatever rut it is that they’ve been stuck in, she’d like to try.
“I learned Bardic Inspiration, it might be a good idea to practice my skills-”
“Absolutely not.” He mutters sharply, lids still closed. She frowns.
“You’ve been nothing but cold to me all day. I’m sorry about Shadowheart, but whatever this-” She waves her hand in front of him though he can’t see it. “-is, it’s got to stop. The others are starting to notice.” Her voice is like a blade, slicing through his nonchalant demeanor. His eyes snap open and he glares at her- it makes her flinch gently, and it’s clear he notices.
“Let them,” He turns, walking down the ridge and she follows, anger boiling in her blood.
“What’s going on?” She shouts, grateful to be away from her tiefling teacher as he stalks toward the hillside. “What have I done to you? I’m sorry I almost killed you- I didn’t mean to! I couldn’t control it! What happened from when you left me at the river to this morning? What did I do?” She can’t keep the hot rush of emotion from pouring over her words to coat them in betrayal. What happened? They were conversing so easily yesterday- he’d been a bit bristly about her intentions to provide him with her blood, but she thought they’d at least come to an understanding…
“Nothing!” He growls, throwing his pack down on the ground to stake a claim on the dirt he stands upon. “All you do is suffocate me with your kindness- why? Do you like taking pity on a monster? I hate being treated like a charity case.” She freezes, stiff and stung. When she takes a soft step back, he glares at her and she feels herself shrink.
What spurred this on?
If anyone should be considering themselves a monster, it’s her.
With Stars to Fill My Dream (10) - Let the Dystopian Morning Light Pour In
EVERYBODY!!! 🖤🖤 We've made it to Chapter 10!! I am so happy we've gotten this far! I don't think I've ever made it this far with my writing, and I'm really proud of myself and my perseverance- I care so much about this story and its characters, and I have so much more material written with no end to my inspiration and motivation in sight! I hope this train keeps rolling full steam ahead because I've made so many friends on this journey and I wouldn't be here without them! 🖤🖤
Anyway, I'll quit my yapping so you can enjoy the chapter! Please see some bonus screenshots below!
(P.S. The screenshots are meant to be enjoyed from afar because my editing stuff is not so good. 🖤🖤)
Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.
Word Count: 9,053
Opening under the cut!
Their group scatters to the winds to check out stalls and mill about as Ofelia and Alfira discuss a few lessons she can learn right away. Wyll and Lae’zel join Karlach and they descend to the blacksmith’s area, Astarion hangs off to the side, not quite in the circle with the two bards but not a part of it. Gale and Shadowheart head off to the apothecary and general goods vendor for potion ingredients and food supplies and in the meantime, Ofelia learns. She learns until her fingers hurt from overuse and twilight begins to overtake the evening sky. The ache is a pleasant reminder that she’s nailed a few spells, her delight overshadowing any exhaustion.
“Can I try one on you?” Ofelia attempts an icebreaker as she walks up beside Astarion, gesturing to her lute. He’s leaning against the weathered rock with his eyes closed, pretending like he hadn’t heard her. If she can free them from whatever rut it is that they’ve been stuck in, she’d like to try.
“I learned Bardic Inspiration, it might be a good idea to practice my skills-”
“Absolutely not.” He mutters sharply, lids still closed. She frowns.
“You’ve been nothing but cold to me all day. I’m sorry about Shadowheart, but whatever this-” She waves her hand in front of him though he can’t see it. “-is, it’s got to stop. The others are starting to notice.” Her voice is like a blade, slicing through his nonchalant demeanor. His eyes snap open and he glares at her- it makes her flinch gently, and it’s clear he notices.
“Let them,” He turns, walking down the ridge and she follows, anger boiling in her blood.
“What’s going on?” She shouts, grateful to be away from her tiefling teacher as he stalks toward the hillside. “What have I done to you? I’m sorry I almost killed you- I didn’t mean to! I couldn’t control it! What happened from when you left me at the river to this morning? What did I do?” She can’t keep the hot rush of emotion from pouring over her words to coat them in betrayal. What happened? They were conversing so easily yesterday- he’d been a bit bristly about her intentions to provide him with her blood, but she thought they’d at least come to an understanding…
“Nothing!” He growls, throwing his pack down on the ground to stake a claim on the dirt he stands upon. “All you do is suffocate me with your kindness- why? Do you like taking pity on a monster? I hate being treated like a charity case.” She freezes, stiff and stung. When she takes a soft step back, he glares at her and she feels herself shrink.
What spurred this on?
If anyone should be considering themselves a monster, it’s her.
With Stars to Fill My Dream (11) - Try to Keep the Truth From Showing Up
Hi!! Sorry for the delay!!! I've been having fun learning how to make gifs and things for this fic! It's been a blast, but that's why it's taken so long!
✧˖ Please remember, the update schedule has been adjusted to every other week - Chapter 12 will come out on 10/20! ˖✧
Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.
Word Count: 9,535
I have some screenshots below, as well as the non-spoiler version of the art at the end of the chapter on AO3! Please enjoy and happy October!!!
Behold! The spoiler-free version of this artwork! Just in time for spooky season!
+Blighted Village shenanigans and sucky, angsty stuff.
✧˖Tag List: @khywren
Opening under the cut!
“Won’t you try? She likes you.” Astarion scowls at their annoying half-elf cleric, going back to sewing.
“While it feels good to hear you say it, Shadowheart dear, I’m afraid she isn’t taking visitors. She didn’t even bat an eye when young Wyll’s patron turned him into a devil. I’m sure seeing my face wouldn’t cheer her up much.”
“Ugh, you’re such a prick, you know that? Imagine just trying,” She turns heel, complaining the entire way back to the fire. He snickers, finishing up the filigree near the edges of the piece. It’s adequate, hardly his best work, but it’ll do. It’d surprised him that he’d even started the project, to begin with. He’s hardly ever been one for sentimentality but… well, he’d never been given the choice before, had he? She may think it’s shit craftsmanship, anyhow. Either emotional reaction would be satisfying.
“Knock, knock, darling.”
“Go away.”
“Please let me in, everyone’s worried about you and expects me to do something about it. Nonsense, I know, I told them you hate my guts and wish I’d die.” She flings the flap open, her hair a wild mess winding around her head. Furious eyes glare daggers at him, dark kohl smeared beneath them.
Quite a sight.
“What? I never said that!” Her high-pitched voice makes him snicker and she rolls her eyes. “Right, a joke. Very funny. Look, I told Wyll I was sorry about what happened to him. I gave Karlach an air hug. I told that blue-winged bitch to take a long walk off a short pier. Not that it’d work, she can fucking fly...” Her expletives make him smirk, watching her wave her arms around her head as she turns back to look inside her tent. “Now can’t I just brood in here about what stupid Raphael said, in peace, without everyone trying to butt in?” He smiles, thinking she looks rather ridiculous, before stepping inside and making himself at home atop the little stool she keeps in there. She doesn’t protest further, meaning she’s begrudgingly happy he’s here, and won’t shoo him out.
“You know, when a devil tries to get me to take a deal by dangling things in front of me they’ll know I would want to hear, I don’t take it too seriously. He was only offering it to see if you’d take the bait.”
“Gee, you don’t think I didn’t know that?” She grimaces after she says it, eyeing him apologetically as she sinks down onto her messy bedroll. “Sorry… I just… how else would he have known those things to even offer that?” Astarion waves a hand dismissively.
“They know all, but it’s only to get you to accept their offer. They’ll provide, but once that’s done you’re indebted to them for eternity. Never forget that.” She looks down into her lap, gaze troubled. When she looks back up at him it’s with those wet round eyes that he abhors.
Perhaps they’re starting to grow on him, however…
With Stars to Fill My Dream (11) - Try to Keep the Truth From Showing Up
Hi!! Sorry for the delay!!! I've been having fun learning how to make gifs and things for this fic! It's been a blast, but that's why it's taken so long!
✧˖ Please remember, the update schedule has been adjusted to every other week - Chapter 12 will come out on 10/20! ˖✧
Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.
Word Count: 9,535
I have some screenshots below, as well as the non-spoiler version of the art at the end of the chapter on AO3! Please enjoy and happy October!!!
Behold! The spoiler-free version of this artwork! Just in time for spooky season!
+Blighted Village shenanigans and sucky, angsty stuff.
✧˖Tag List: @khywren
Opening under the cut!
“Won’t you try? She likes you.” Astarion scowls at their annoying half-elf cleric, going back to sewing.
“While it feels good to hear you say it, Shadowheart dear, I’m afraid she isn’t taking visitors. She didn’t even bat an eye when young Wyll’s patron turned him into a devil. I’m sure seeing my face wouldn’t cheer her up much.”
“Ugh, you’re such a prick, you know that? Imagine just trying,” She turns heel, complaining the entire way back to the fire. He snickers, finishing up the filigree near the edges of the piece. It’s adequate, hardly his best work, but it’ll do. It’d surprised him that he’d even started the project, to begin with. He’s hardly ever been one for sentimentality but… well, he’d never been given the choice before, had he? She may think it’s shit craftsmanship, anyhow. Either emotional reaction would be satisfying.
“Knock, knock, darling.”
“Go away.”
“Please let me in, everyone’s worried about you and expects me to do something about it. Nonsense, I know, I told them you hate my guts and wish I’d die.” She flings the flap open, her hair a wild mess winding around her head. Furious eyes glare daggers at him, dark kohl smeared beneath them.
Quite a sight.
“What? I never said that!” Her high-pitched voice makes him snicker and she rolls her eyes. “Right, a joke. Very funny. Look, I told Wyll I was sorry about what happened to him. I gave Karlach an air hug. I told that blue-winged bitch to take a long walk off a short pier. Not that it’d work, she can fucking fly...” Her expletives make him smirk, watching her wave her arms around her head as she turns back to look inside her tent. “Now can’t I just brood in here about what stupid Raphael said, in peace, without everyone trying to butt in?” He smiles, thinking she looks rather ridiculous, before stepping inside and making himself at home atop the little stool she keeps in there. She doesn’t protest further, meaning she’s begrudgingly happy he’s here, and won’t shoo him out.
“You know, when a devil tries to get me to take a deal by dangling things in front of me they’ll know I would want to hear, I don’t take it too seriously. He was only offering it to see if you’d take the bait.”
“Gee, you don’t think I didn’t know that?” She grimaces after she says it, eyeing him apologetically as she sinks down onto her messy bedroll. “Sorry… I just… how else would he have known those things to even offer that?” Astarion waves a hand dismissively.
“They know all, but it’s only to get you to accept their offer. They’ll provide, but once that’s done you’re indebted to them for eternity. Never forget that.” She looks down into her lap, gaze troubled. When she looks back up at him it’s with those wet round eyes that he abhors.
Perhaps they’re starting to grow on him, however…
With Stars to Fill My Dream (11) - Try to Keep the Truth From Showing Up
Hi!! Sorry for the delay!!! I've been having fun learning how to make gifs and things for this fic! It's been a blast, but that's why it's taken so long!
✧˖ Please remember, the update schedule has been adjusted to every other week - Chapter 12 will come out on 10/20! ˖✧
Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.
Word Count: 9,535
I have some screenshots below, as well as the non-spoiler version of the art at the end of the chapter on AO3! Please enjoy and happy October!!!
Behold! The spoiler-free version of this artwork! Just in time for spooky season!
+Blighted Village shenanigans and sucky, angsty stuff.
✧˖Tag List: @khywren
Opening under the cut!
“Won’t you try? She likes you.” Astarion scowls at their annoying half-elf cleric, going back to sewing.
“While it feels good to hear you say it, Shadowheart dear, I’m afraid she isn’t taking visitors. She didn’t even bat an eye when young Wyll’s patron turned him into a devil. I’m sure seeing my face wouldn’t cheer her up much.”
“Ugh, you’re such a prick, you know that? Imagine just trying,” She turns heel, complaining the entire way back to the fire. He snickers, finishing up the filigree near the edges of the piece. It’s adequate, hardly his best work, but it’ll do. It’d surprised him that he’d even started the project, to begin with. He’s hardly ever been one for sentimentality but… well, he’d never been given the choice before, had he? She may think it’s shit craftsmanship, anyhow. Either emotional reaction would be satisfying.
“Knock, knock, darling.”
“Go away.”
“Please let me in, everyone’s worried about you and expects me to do something about it. Nonsense, I know, I told them you hate my guts and wish I’d die.” She flings the flap open, her hair a wild mess winding around her head. Furious eyes glare daggers at him, dark kohl smeared beneath them.
Quite a sight.
“What? I never said that!” Her high-pitched voice makes him snicker and she rolls her eyes. “Right, a joke. Very funny. Look, I told Wyll I was sorry about what happened to him. I gave Karlach an air hug. I told that blue-winged bitch to take a long walk off a short pier. Not that it’d work, she can fucking fly...” Her expletives make him smirk, watching her wave her arms around her head as she turns back to look inside her tent. “Now can’t I just brood in here about what stupid Raphael said, in peace, without everyone trying to butt in?” He smiles, thinking she looks rather ridiculous, before stepping inside and making himself at home atop the little stool she keeps in there. She doesn’t protest further, meaning she’s begrudgingly happy he’s here, and won’t shoo him out.
“You know, when a devil tries to get me to take a deal by dangling things in front of me they’ll know I would want to hear, I don’t take it too seriously. He was only offering it to see if you’d take the bait.”
“Gee, you don’t think I didn’t know that?” She grimaces after she says it, eyeing him apologetically as she sinks down onto her messy bedroll. “Sorry… I just… how else would he have known those things to even offer that?” Astarion waves a hand dismissively.
“They know all, but it’s only to get you to accept their offer. They’ll provide, but once that’s done you’re indebted to them for eternity. Never forget that.” She looks down into her lap, gaze troubled. When she looks back up at him it’s with those wet round eyes that he abhors.
Perhaps they’re starting to grow on him, however…
Introducing my tavs!
Out of my 6 completed play-throughs only two of my characters are tavs haha. But I love them both very much!
Antigone - High Elf, Oathbreaker Paladin
Antigone grew up in a humble home in Baldur’s Gate with her older sister, mother and father. When her father disappeared her mother was bedridden from the heartbreak, and her sister, Ismene, ran away with the son of a nobleman.
To keep her mother and herself alive, the young Antigone found employment with a criminal guild in the city. Over her years in their employ she worked her way up the ranks and became notorious for her crimes, but remained anonymous always. From pickpocketing to murder, she gained the fear of citizens and ire of other criminals.
Her mother detested Antigone’s work and, although Antigone was the only one keeping her alive, she didn’t speak to her daughter for years. Regardless of her mother’s animosity towards her, Antigone continued to provide for them both (even though the unsavoury work weighed heavily on her).
One day, a letter arrived at the house. It was from Ismene. She wrote that her husband inherited grand property in the upper city and so they will be returning to Baldur’s Gate to raise their newborn son around his family. She goes on to say, however, that upon her return to the city she has learned of Antigone’s lifestyle and is disgusted. She wants nothing to do with her. The letter ends with Ismene inviting their mother to live with her in the upper city. Antigone was alone.
Distraught, she wandered the streets for days and nights, hoping some low-life would slink out from the shadows and end her life. She wished her family would take her back, so she made a change. Instead of praying on the unlucky, she swore an oath to protect them. Her goal was to prove to her mother and sister that she deserves their love.
Her plan was quickly upended when she found herself on a nautiloid with a parasite in her head.
This unexpected journey taught her that she need not seek the affection of those who disregarded her so quickly, and that her oath was founded on a futile hope. It is neither family nor god that fuels her now, just her own ambition.
Nulliira, or ‘Constantine’ - Lolth-Sworn Drow, Monk/Rogue
Nulliira was born into a fairly influential family in the Underdark, and is the youngest of seven sisters.
Her sister closest in age was incredibly jealous of her and, knowing of their matron mother’s obsession with beauty and perfection, slashed Nulliira’s face with a sharp stone. Permanently scarred and no longer perfect, her mother tied rocks to her ankles and threw her in the Darklake.
Nulliira drowned. The strange plants on the bed of the lake crept over her body, preparing to devour her entirely. This lake was home to many other dead - those who upset the matron mother. As Nulliira’s soul was floating away another latched onto it, forcing them both back into her body. With a lurch, she awoke. A sudden surge of strength charged through her and she ripped herself free from the plants and swam to the surface.
On the shore a voice spoke to her, as though it was her own conscious. The voice introduced itself as an old monk who journeyed to the underdark in a naïve attempt to sow peace between its peoples. When he intertwined his soul with Nulliira’s he granted her his abilities, in the hope that she can finish what he started. He renamed her Constantine - she will be constant and steadfast.
Constantine could not care less about his plans, but she did let him train her so she can become strong enough to get vengeance on her family.
Constantine and the monk bicker constantly; he is continually trying to make her a better person. She would never admit it, but she has come to enjoy his wise quips and sage advice.
Antigone was my first ever bg3 character and Constantine was also my tav for my first honour mode run! So they’re both very special to me :,)
Introducing my dark urges!
Rosenrot - Half-elf, Gloomstalker Assassin
She was my first durge when I still played on ps5, hence the low quality pic… >_< She’s a cutie, resisted her dark urges and romanced Gale. They lived happily ever after in Waterdeep.
Fun Fact: I made her a rogue because I needed a reason to not have Astarion in my party so I could romance someone else lmao. Then I discovered the magic that is gloomstalker assassin and I’ve never looked back. I respec Astarion as one in every run now hehehe
Undine - Tiefling, Storm Sorcerer
Hot and super duper evil! Her goal was to ruin everyone’s lives and that she did. She romanced Astarion and fuelled his ascension dreams, as well as Shadowheart’s and Lae’zel’s before betraying them all and destroying the world. Whoops!
Here they are regarding a child begging for help. Not one single fuck to give between them. This pic makes me laugh
Saoirse - High Elf, Lore Bard
I needed something light after the Undine run lol. The resist durge x spawn Astarion romance was so so lovely I love it dearly. Saoirse was precious and I loved role playing her!
Blight - High Elf, War Domain Cleric/Vengeance Paladin
She’s so beautiful and cool I’m obsessed with her. Blight was my duo honour girl! The duo was with Astarion of course and they dominated every fight. Just two love-birds against the world.
She let Astarion ascend, thinking it was what was best for him, but was saddened by the clear change in the dynamic between them. She refused Bhaal and destroyed the Absolute and lives eternally with her silly vampire lord husband!
Let him out of my sight for one second and he steals a runepowder barrel smhhhh
They look so ridiculous. Like, yes, here’s a Bhaalspawn, a vampire ascendant and dark justiciar sitting together in the park. And Lae’zel, but she hates them all
New tav new tav!!
This is Serberine. She was studying to be a doctor, but her interests took a strange turn and she now practices blood magic…
She’s direct, honest and doesn’t appreciate sarcasm (and she’s going to fall in love with Astarion hehe).
I made her to be evil because I have yet to see the patch 7 evil tav endings but I’m already so attached to herrrrr. I do love a tragic betrayal, though.
The way Astarion looks at the player character early game just hits different I love it
The look on his face is like a mixture of curiosity and of gauging her character. He already knows what his plan is - he knows he is going to manipulate her, and he is trying to figure out how to do it.
I love her beyond words
visuals in Baldur are absolutely insane
I genuinely believe the sickle should be a valid combat weapon because
1. Look at the aesthetic???
2. I own one of these and oh my lord the power. You do not expect a sickle to be as sharp as it is. In summer when there's tall grass I'll make a followup and present my point.
Also can all of us Slavics gather round and reclaim the symbol of the sickle from those Russian fucks? Thank you.