#original tav

[shadow-magpie-draws]

wanted to try the dunmeshi style with some bg3 guys, feat my tav (half orc) and a friends durge (tief) we play together.

[spicybardjj]

Life got really crazy for a sec there and it's been awhile since I posted. But I got an iPad a few months ago which has only intensified the BG3 fervour in my body- and somehow turned into a full blown Bg3 comic called Bard Song, centred around my Tav Juno and the tadpole gang 😵‍💫❤️✨

I'm hoping to start posting chapters soon on my Patreon– all tiers will have the full, long chapters (the main story) but uncensored smut chapters will be exclusive to the Spicy Tier. BUT Bard Song will also some mini chapters/snippets that will be posted here on Tumblr, so everyone can enjoy the gang’s escapades and I can keep working on longer chapters of the main story.

Thank you for following me up until this point- I hope you'll enjoy this next obsessive ride ✨

[autumn-sweet-fae]

Look at my beautiful boy!! He’s perfect! Thank you @crowberri, you’re the best!! 💕✨🥹

This is my Tav for Baldur’s Gate 3, the subject to my hyper fixation for many months:

Nyx, a Bard of Lore, and Warlock to the Fey.

Character Trivia below

His stats are where he was at by 12th level.

Nyx has the duel wielding feat so to carry both the Mace of Lathander and the Phalar Aluve long sword at all times.

Nyx’s father was a tiefling ranger who stumbled into the feywild and Nyx’s mother was a faun druid who promised to take the ranger home if he joined her for a feast. Next morning he woke up back on the material plane, left in the woods, very hungover and very naked. Nine months later, little baby Nyx was left on his cabin doorstep.

Nyx spent the majority of his childhood in the feywild, though the exact amount of time that he was there is impossible to tell. Nyx was taken from the material plane as a young child and returned as a young teen, but with memories between that seemed to span decades or more.

Nyx is a trans man, however he didn’t realize this until he was about 25. He had thought that his body dysphoria had been because he had spent so much of his life stuck as a child. He was so relieved to realize he was a man.

His voice is voice 6, and he’s comfortable with it usually. Not to fond of his own laugh though.

Nyx is a father, he has a daughter who lives with his fey patron, who is the girls fairy god mother and teacher. Nyx visits regularly and is more of a big brother to her.

At the time that he was picked up by the mind flayer ship Nyx had been renting a room down by the docks of the lower city. He’d only intend to stay in the city for a few more weeks before moving on again.

Like Astarions vampirism, Nyx was surprised to find that many of the ‘rules’ of the fey no longer applied to him thanks to the tadpole. He could touch iron without feeling pain and metal weapons without loosing his magic. He could lie as much as he liked, and had no trouble stepping across the thresholds of homes protected by horseshoes.

His love life was very messy in act 1, but settled on romancing Astarion, specifically because Nyx knew that Astarion was lying to him. Nyx preferred something casual and didn’t want to deal with any hurt feelings when they all inevitably went their separate ways. This, of course, did not go as planned and Nyx had caught feelings for the dramatic elf by the start of act 2.

Nyx stayed extremely tight lipped about his fey origins until well into act 2. Only truly opening up about himself and his past after Astarions confession.

[feedthepheasants]

BEGGED & BORROWED TIME: NEW UPDATE!

Chapter 10 has been uploaded! Here's a brief excerpt between some of the companions where we (unsuprisingly) get some snarky Astarion. You can read the full fic on Ao3 HERE!

We play a game of back and forth chase for a few minutes, and I grab a bit of rope from my pack that I’d braided into a pull toy for him. He runs off with it at first, baiting me into chasing him, but I’m quick and grab the other end of the thick braid. When I win, I take off, trying to keep the rope out of Scratch’s reach. As my braid loosens, I have to brush rogue strands away from my eyes and cheeks.

I come to a screeching halt when I see Astarion and Gale standing at the edge of our camp, watching me. Astarion looks as though he’s trying to hold back a laugh, and lets it out completely when I see him. “You look absolutely ridiculous, darling,” he says in between bouts of laughter. “Quite entertaining, though, I will say.” 

Gale’s expression isn’t in jest the way our companion’s is; instead, he looks a bit in awe, like a little kid. The warmth in my cheeks from running around burns a bit hotter under his gaze, and I suddenly become hyper aware of the fact that my hair has begun falling out of my braid and into my face; if the heat in my cheeks is any indicator, I must be completely red-faced. I’m also out of breath, and hard as I try to get control of it, I’m still panting like an idiot. 

Scratch runs up behind me and snatches the rope toy out of my hand, though he doesn’t take off with it. He sets it down right in front of my feet and sits, tilting his head at me. I smile down at him, scratching his ears again. “Good boy – now, go get it!” I tell him, grabbing the toy and tossing it for him to chase. 

“You know,” Astarion says, sauntering over towards me and dropping his pack on the ground. “He is a good boy, isn’t he?” When he reaches my side, Astarion looks between me and Gale briefly, before adding, “Going after exactly what he wants.” There’s a taunt in his voice, but it’s not for me. I’m about to tell him to cut it out, but Scratch returns with the toy and trots over to Astarion, and the two make their way further into our camp, leaving Gale and I alone.  

[weavemasters]

TAV Appreciation Post

Name: Eol'wyn Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Race: High Elf Sexuality: Pansexual Age: 104 Height: 5'1'' Hair Color: Auburn Eye Color: Brown Scars/Freckles: Light freckles on her face and shoulders. A small scar on her right cheek, and a larger scar on her jawline. Class: Sorcerer Alignment: Lawful Neutral About:

Eol’wyn, is a sorcerer from a long line of sorcerers. She was born with a strong connection to the weave given her fae ancestry. Her relationship with magic is like her relationship with breathing oxygen. It surrounds her at all times and ebbs and flows (and sometimes explodes out of her with no warning when she’s fighting). She finds comfort in the chaos and has grown comfortable wielding the beautiful but unpredictable weave. The first spell she ever learned was Fiat lux - her mother taught it to her as a small child because she was afraid of the dark. That gentle compassion and using the weave to help others is what inspires Eol’wyn to love magic. When she was younger Eol’wyn served as a magic user with a squad of Harpers as a consultant when traversing the Shadow Cursed lands. They were grossly underprepared and their squad fell to the curse. She watched in horror as nearly every single of the Harpers were taken, twisted, and began to attack each other. In order to survive Eol'wyn had to do the unthinkable and kill them all. Her friends. She was found days later clinging to a weakening light spell, huddled in the hollows of a tree. This experience left her scarred both physically and mentally, leaving her with occasional debilitating and violent night terrors and waking flashbacks. If I had to pick a handful words for her relationship with Gale they would be: Compassion, patience, empathy, and support. She tries to help him see the worth in himself, to support him through his journey, and provide a gentle unconditional love even as she deals with her own personal demons. Act 1, 1.5, & 2 Appearance:

Act 3 Appearance:

RP Rules/Requests:

My DM's are open for RP requests. Please be: Over 18 (Over 25 preferred but I'm flexible) Please provide a screenshot of your TAV and a short biography (if writing your TAV). Please provide a writing example Please be prepared to write at least 1-4 paragraphs, shorter posts are acceptable in certain situations. Please write in 3rd Person, Past tense POV, NO EXCEPTIONS (Ex:"He walked down the road")

Looking for: TAV/TAV or Gale Dekarios

[foxterra]

When the camp is quiet and everyone is fast asleep or deep in meditation she get's up from her bedroll. There's a mirror that seemingly follows the camp around and able to change everything about yourself. She closes the door quietly to not disturb her companions with the mirrors inner glow as she sits down in front of it.

"Harper." Harper whispers watching lips move in the reflection. Her reflection. She studies herself taking in every detail. Every freckle, every scar, every blemish, every silver scale that decorated her face. While the mirror offered to hide her scales she found the empty face... disturbing.

"Harper." She whispers her name again. Seeing how her lips formed around her name comfortably. Without any doubt that was her name. Silver eyes stare back at her with a tiny ring of blue around her pupil. Harper takes in everything wanting to commit herself to memory. How her dark hair was styled in a long braid that often comes undone in the heat of battle.

So why can't she remember anything?

Everyone else seems to have their memory intact, sans Shadowheart who seemed to have suppressed her memories intentionally. There was only so much that Harper knows about herself.

She knows her name.

She knows she's a sorceress with what looks like to be draconic blood in her.

That's it.

"Who are you?" Harper asks herself staring at herself well into the morning. She's able to creep back into her bedroll before Astarion rises out from his meditation. She pretends to sleep just a bit longer before rising up as Gale settles at the fire to cook breakfast.