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Zevlor [of 'Baldur's Gate 3'] Indie RP Sideblog [mainblog: @infernalmechanic] - muse & mun 21+, open to NSFT - AU, crossover, & OC friendly [DON'T REBLOG MY RP POSTS IF YOU'RE NOT PART OF THEM.]

[devotionreforged]

This is an independent roleplay (RP) blog for Zevlor , a canon character in the video game Baldur's Gate 3.

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I am not the most well-versed in Baldur's Gate or DnD, but I will be making use of wiki pages & other searches.

My rendition of Zevlor is my own, bolstered by my own headcanons. Any resemblance to other people's headcanons is coincidental.

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[mipeltaja-art]

Love this wet cat of a man. Can't believe it took this long for me to draw him.

[yelenhol]

It’s getting hot here😳

Commission for @duckie19 Thank you for commissioning me❤️

[hirodraga]

Zevlor art for @duckie19! Thank you so much for commissioning me, I cant express how happy I get everytime I have the chance to draw Zev!

commission info - kofi - patreon

[mooreaux]

A very cutieful commission of Zevlor for @duckie19 💖✨💖

[duckie19]

I wonder what Zevlor is up to…

Thank you to @purpledngnoodle for this delicious artwork! 🥰

[zevlordickrider]

Chibi Zeblor ❤️‍🔥🥺

[devotionreforged]

The thought of a fight was, for now, distant in Zevlor's mind. Were he faced with any attempt to wheedle him into a deal or contract of any kind, that thought would return quick as a thunderclap. But when there was no hint of it, no sensation of an outside force pulling at his mind or body, no sudden turn to violence or realization of lies, Zevlor thus saw no reason to draw his blades. A baseless outburst against an imagined threat would not be vigilance, but cruelty. It was enough for his view on all this to remain unclouded.

That certainty eased his small smirk in return, after Haarlep gave a winking reassurance about his age. "Put that way, I suppose it does." Though the incubus remained an exception, as Zevlor doubted most of any age would look at him and think - much less say - 'cute'.

He welcomed the shift in topic with Haarlep's offer. Flush fading a bit as his smile broadened just slightly, Zevlor adjusted to turn round where he sat and leaning crossed arms on the bath's edge. "Just as pleasant?" Zevlor echoed with a light, clearer laugh. "Then I'll thank you now, while I can still form words."

[dvilsdesire]

For such a creature of justice and passion for protecting others, it was rather endearing to see how easily Zevlor flushed. Insecurity was an interesting thing that Haarlep did not experience--though he witnessed it very often. It made for a great manipulative tool, and an even better weapon at times. With the devil he shared a bed with, it was a wonderful way to get Raphael spilling his deepest secrets, and what kind of an incubus would Haarlep be if he wasn't stealing secrets?

Whether or not he passed those onto Mephistopheles was to be decided.

Zevlor, however, was not a victim to Haarlep, merely an encounter. An encounter that the incubus had greatly enjoyed, and would enjoy to experience more of.

When the tiefling turned, Haarlep's eyes drank in the view of his toned shoulders, where he would wield a sword and slay his enemies. That made his skin prickle with delight and arousal, despite having just slept with the hellrider.

Lathering his hands with the oils, he drew his claws skilfully through Zevlor's loosened hair, massaging his scalp. One could never claim Haarlep did not know how to use their hands, whether that was with seduction or otherwise.

"Just as pleasant," he confirmed with a wicked little whisper. He made sure every strand was covered. "Tell me, Hellrider, did you fall into Avernus with Eltural? Have you witnessed the first layer of Baator?"

[devotionreforged]

Some might call him foolish for willingly facing away from an incubus, but what he knew of their kind - and of his recent agreement with Haarlep in particular - gave him enough confidence to relax. Zevlor even closed his eyes at the skim of claws through his hair and the gentle pressure of that massage. The other's answering echo of the phrase garnered a soft, low, sighed-out hum.

Zevlor hadn't anticipated the silence being broken so soon after. Equally surprising were the questions themselves, turning his thoughts in enough of a quiet melancholic direction to ebb away his smile. He didn't tense up nor open his eyes, but the weight of memories hung in every word.

"I did, yes. Though, rarely far beyond the bounds of Elturel, unless we chanced a rescue. Our first duty was to any civilians sheltering in the city." Avernus' atmosphere had itched at Zevlor under his armor like a sunburn; the very air had gripped his lungs with each breath. His horse at the time, Willow, hadn't fared any better, though she'd managed to endure it just the same. The only thing any of them could do, really. "But what I did see wasn't exactly appealing, to put it diplomatically."

[kathaletta]

I don’t know if my head is spinning cause I pinched a nerve in my neck while drawing in a shrimp pose or cause he’s so damn fine 🫠

[duckie19]

He’s eepy - an eepy old man 🥰

Thank you @llihell for this adorable piece!

[dustysalmon]

Well-earned rest for the commander.

[onlyancunin]

Zevlor portrait for the lovely @duckie19 . Thank you! 💖

[kalgarts]

thank you so much @duckie19 for the commission !! <33 what an honor this was aaaa ! i always get so hyped when i get a zevlor commission <333 ty ty tyyy

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i've been busy with academics, commissions, and life in general so it took me a while to finally post this since i finished it but here it is !! 🦭

[dustysalmon]

Shhhhh, he's thinking

[devotionreforged]

Brows raising a little, Zevlor tipped his head in acquiescence. Whether Haarlep's cautioning was sincere, or a playful jest, his answer was the same: "Fair enough." He himself had only been half-serious in his own 'warning' about his impulse for repayment. To be sure, he wasn't keen to owe a fiend - but the feeling itself was legitimate, itching at the back of his mind regardless of context.

At least it seemed, for now, Haarlep wouldn't be holding simple niceties like a bath over his head.

Propping his elbows on the stone edge as well, Zevlor considered the incubus' assurances. While he couldn't be certain of Haarlep's entire motivations, and wouldn't presume Haarlep had no ambitions or schemes at all, he could see how straightforward the other had been thus far. Not to mention, tension he hadn't realized he'd held between his shoulders was now absent. Gods, when was the last time he had relaxed this much?

Nor could Zevlor deny a little thrill at the assertion even this one time, as unremarkable as he presumed it was in Haarlep's vast experience, would be remembered. He watched the fiend approach, yet his breath still softly caught in his throat at the touch to his cheek. Darker red arose beneath Haarlep's fingertips, though Zevlor managed to hold the other's gaze.

"Not a term I tend to hear," he admitted after a light, flustered huff. "Most would consider me too old to be called such. But, I... can't say I dislike it." His eyes did flick sheepishly aside then, though only briefly. "And I admit I'm... flattered, that you'll remember this."

[dvilsdesire]

Fiends were dangerous creatures, even for the well versed. They were not only powerful in nature, but manipulative. It was smart to be cautious around them, and Haarlep was no different. Though he was no devil, and there was no need to toy with the ideas of legitimate contracts, he was still a creature of the Nine Hells. Evil, by default, though his kind were far better suited for jobs that didn't come down to battle, and Haarlep was also bedding a Paladin.

Zevlor, if he wished, could put up a fairly good fight against him, and may even have the potential to slay him in this realm. Luckily for Haarlep, he would just return back to Raphael's House of Hope. As they were, Zevlor's weapons were a rather large distance away, but why would Haarlep attack him if there were promises of such joy to be had once again?

"Old?" Haarlep laughed. "Darling, you're speaking to an incubus. I may look the youth of a devil, but I am over two thousand years old. So... that makes you the youngest person in this room." One of Haarlep's yellow eyes winked at the Hellrider.

"Turn, darling. I will wash the sweat from your hair. My aftercare is as pleasant as the lust-filled deed." He picked up one of the bottles from the side of the bath and poured the liquid into his palms, gently rubbing them together.

[devotionreforged]

The thought of a fight was, for now, distant in Zevlor's mind. Were he faced with any attempt to wheedle him into a deal or contract of any kind, that thought would return quick as a thunderclap. But when there was no hint of it, no sensation of an outside force pulling at his mind or body, no sudden turn to violence or realization of lies, Zevlor thus saw no reason to draw his blades. A baseless outburst against an imagined threat would not be vigilance, but cruelty. It was enough for his view on all this to remain unclouded.

That certainty eased his small smirk in return, after Haarlep gave a winking reassurance about his age. "Put that way, I suppose it does." Though the incubus remained an exception, as Zevlor doubted most of any age would look at him and think - much less say - 'cute'.

He welcomed the shift in topic with Haarlep's offer. Flush fading a bit as his smile broadened just slightly, Zevlor adjusted to turn round where he sat and leaning crossed arms on the bath's edge. "Just as pleasant?" Zevlor echoed with a light, clearer laugh. "Then I'll thank you now, while I can still form words."

[devotionreforged]

In unintended, reflexive contrast, Zevlor's shoulders tensed a bit in surprise when Halsin remarked on them. He hadn't thought he could loosen them any further, when this was the most at ease he'd felt since before Elturel was dragged down. He tried to unwind his shoulders more, though his hands remained behind his back for now - in part because he wasn't sure what else to do with them.

Zevlor waded a bit deeper as well, until the water was only an inch or so below the hems of his breeches. He kept his tail above the surface, curled further, lest any passing fish mistake it for bait. Though he hadn't expected Halsin's question, he saw no reason to refuse answering. The novelty had more to do with how rarely he'd mentioned his past to anyone else, especially given the inquiries that followed.

"It was my choice. I suppose rising in the ranks was mostly out of my hands, but joining the Hellriders was not." His gaze lifted again, lingering on the moon. Though it wasn't any direct parallel to the Companion, it still tugged a little more at Zevlor's bittersweet nostalgia. "I admired them since I was a boy, like many Elturians. Though, I suppose I play-acted at being an adventurer like my father just as often," he chuckled. "But I loved my family, and my neighbors and friends. I wanted to know they were safe, ensure they lived well, ease their fear... see them smile." His own lips quirked upward. "That was what spurred me to follow the Creed Resolute."

Looking to Halsin once more after a long beat, Zevlor added, "Perhaps something similar led you on your path? Your love and compassion are of admirable expanse." As if the druid sought to encompass the whole world in those broad, gentle arms; no doubt he could, though Zevlor still worried how the man might be hurt trying.

[honeydrvid]

Most boys did, Halsin thought. They'd watch their fathers become protectors, and wish to follow in their footsteps. Or perhaps their mothers, it didn't matter. Children mimicked and mirrored their parents, even when they didn't realise they were doing it. Halsin supposed he was no different in that sense, although he had always preferred to roam freely on his own. Until it came to a point where he could not.

Leadership was thrust upon him. He had been just as foolish as any young man in his youth. Just as rebellious. Leadership changed a man, though. Lives had depended on him, and consequences were great.

He supposed that even he was selfish in the desire to return to a life of simplicity and freedom. For there were many shackles in leadership, and no doubt Zevlor understood those as well. But Zevlor was also a man of deep honour to his god of justice.

A softened expression moved across the druid's lips before he chuckled. "Do not let my position as Archdruid fool you, I was quite the foolish young lad in my youth. Responsibility and caution was not exactly in my nature." He hummed a soft noise from his nostrils then.

"Like many young boys, I made a fool of myself to impress the boys and girls around me. I upset the balance and order. Let children be children, of course, but... we all must learn eventually." And at times, they didn't have much of a choice. Sometimes fate forced their hands.

He soaked himself deeper into the water, undoing his hair and letting it fall down his shoulders. "My father was a brave man, and a serious one. Naturally, I rebelled against his order." Like most children did. "Now, I am the last of my line. I did not know what that meant for many years, but now... I suppose you are never too old to learn."

[devotionreforged]

Zevlor couldn't say what the source of that momentary softened look might be, and wouldn't attempt a guess; he simply let it pass without comment, though not without being remembered. Another light laugh of his own arose, tinged with warmth, at the idea of Halsin as a bold and rambunctious lad. Zevlor himself was no stranger to the bravado, invincibility, and willfulness of youth. While he would never wish to return to those times, remembering his embarrassments too keenly, he did miss the security of a family and a place to call home most of all.

"Indeed we must," Zevlor nodded once, watching Halsin wade deeper. "It always seems so soon when it arrives, yet so late when we look back."

He didn't realize he'd been captivated by the fall of soft-looking hair around broad shoulders until the other spoke. With a silent swallow and a subtle straightening of his spine, as if to admonish himself, Zevlor strove to keep his focus on Halsin's words. The last... He couldn't help thinking of his parents, his younger sister, and how he hoped Halsin's father had passed more peacefully. But specifically how one's family was lost didn't matter near as much as the loss itself, that universal heartache, the worries and doubts forever unanswered.

It spurred Zevlor to wade in closer - he could dry his breeches near a fire later - and rest a gentle hand on the druid's upper arm, smile gone in favor of a quiet earnestness. "I didn't know your father, but I'm still certain he'd be proud of you. Last of your line or no. Even in the short time since your return, I've seen you balance responsibility with joy, indulging some of the children's games and whims tonight. I... envy that skill of yours, honestly," Zevlor admitted, sheepish with a small tilt of his head.

[wassidy-wanders]

It's been a minute since I've taken a stab at realism or done a study of Zevlor. Always a pleasure to stare at his face for hours (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I like the charcoal look but I'm debating coloring it. I'd want to keep the grittiness kind of like the Princess Bride one I did. Lets me keep it loose and the style reminds me of my old figure drawing illustrations.

Digital's more accessible for me but I'd love to draw them like one of my French girls (⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)

Oh and here's a version with less values