Wild Surge

Chaos Gremlin / Tiefling Wild Magic Sorcerer | Tav X Emperor | Tav x Tav | Tav x Bhaalspawn | OC x Durge | OC x Bhaalspawn AU Gallore (Val is my little treasure) BG3 18+

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☾⋆⁺₊✩ Masterpost ✩₊⁺⋆☽

Blog is 18+ and things may and WILL get weird sometimes.

☆Main Tav: Valeria Tremaine ☆Beloved characters by Erin ☆VP Tag☆Pose Making Madness☆I will make it work - Blender Edition☆Patreon☆Nexus☆Bsky ☆Discord Server: The TAVeller's Rest - a small 18+ Discord Server, just us nerding about our blorbos as if they were real people nips and dicks present

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☾⋆⁺₊✩ Ultimate Intro Young Lady Valeria Tremaine

Val. Just Val.

☾⋆⁺₊✩ Kind Shadow The Lonely Goddess

Just a silly little idea that would allow me to have my cookie and eat it too - so to have different Tavs and Durge's interact - with their parent's consent ofc.

Writing? | Misericorde - Val x Emperor Sometimes even you can forget than under her need to save and tendency to electrify everyone in her vicinity (oftentimes both things not being exclusive) with spouts of wild magic, the tiefling sorcerer is still so very young. TW/CW: Childhood abuse, unhealthy relationships, grooming, manipulation, violence, gore, sex, hints of suicidal ideation? Not beta read, writer is not a native English speaker. Once I finish it I plan to edit it, maybe try to fix some plotholes - maybe add some more story here and there, flesh it out. Alternating POV. | The Envoy - the fever dream that is all the content that I create for @erin-unknown's Spooky Deet-verse. Now, finally in chronological reading order: Act I 1 2 3 4 5 6(nsfw) 7 8 9

| Playing House Masterpost - The Bride just wants to love her happy little family.

| Snippets - short writings set in Misericorde but things that might not fit the flow of the fic itself.

| Prompts - mostly from the Astral Campfire community, unless I see something that will inspire me | Photo - photos and screenshots from the game I found especially pleasing and just want to add them. May or may not have additional snippets. Photo mode might be used to recreate some past "adventures" Val had and show people from her life. | Art - *ugly snickering* yeah I don't think there will be anything added here |OC Ask Game - just an excuse to ramble about my blorbo and pretend it's because YOU asked | NSFW Alphabet - a collection of simple references to how Val is in bed | The NSFW Tag - finally getting the hang of writing straight/xeno smut so this may as well be its own tag | Memes - "funny" things that are relatable

| tbc...

Heroes of another story - Other Tavs and Durges

Need to move all my gremlins to one spot.

Nomad | Intro Zephyr | Intro | Reference Sheet Aisling | Intro Talin | Intro Connor | Intro Narya | Intro Ky'mon | Intro Altair | Intro Huldra | Intro Riannon | IntroEli | Vicissitude | Fessiah | The Emperor | The Dream Guardian | Daisy

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Ignis

Magic lessons with big bro

The spark of fire glowing brightly in her palms cracks and fizzles out, leaving a tiny stain of soot, barely noticeable against the skin of her palm.

"Again," Ran's raspy voice - the one of the few real giveaways that pretty face did not belong to a woman - chuckles into the back of her head "A match'd give ya a bigger flame." She furrows her brows, fingers curling slightly before his own hands wrap themselves of her always too-big ones. "Again."

"I'm afraid." heat blooming her cheeks, embarrassed at admitting a weakness "What if it'll hurt?" What if the spell explodes in both of their faces? She rubs her fingers together, skin still tingling from the feeling of that one spark going off; the sensation of skin being pulled too tightly over callused palms. Life on the road was not the easiest and she was still trying to grow into the role; silks and confining dresses replaced with old leathers and bandages. A delicate quill of her writing lessons gathering dust at the house she left behind, in its stead a dagger or a sword or, nowadays more often, a quarterstaff in one hand and a spell in other.

A shrug against her back pulls her back from her memories, long arms pulling her closer; Ran looked a bit too lanky at first glance, it took a moment all those limbs were lean muscle and veins pulsing with raw magic. The older tiefling was a fighter even if all of that was hidden by wide smiles and loose clothing and an attitude that often ended with him being threatened with a punch to the face.

More than once, the threats came for Valeria herself. Though, as she learned with quite a bit of pride, she could pack a mean right hook if having the advantage of surprise.

"Well," a hum "We do have some healing salve for the burns," Another chuckle and she tenses, curls shoulder around her head.

"What if," she starts. Pauses. Licks her lower lips. "What is that happens again?" That. The Surge, explosion of wild magic; a current of energy threatening to swallow them whole and spit out who knows what.

Valeria didn't understand the expression at the time, but she still remembers her Mother's chalk white face, wide eyes, and brows furrowed in anger.

Ran is quiet for a moment, before giving a quiet sigh and pulling her closer against him, pointed chin resting on her shoulder.

"These are the cards we've been dealt." he starts, slowly "I'm all about fighting destiny and all that crap but some things about ourselves cannot be changed," his useless wings give a flutter in agreement. He pauses again, arms reaching out again, hands wrapping around hers "This magic is part of you, it is you; wild, loud and an acquired taste," he ducks his head with a chuckle to avoid the headbutt "Accept it; work with it. Let it flow with you and if push comes to shove - ride that fuckin' wave."

She closes her eyes, loose hair falling down onto her face but there is no hiding the small smile that plays around the corners of her lips.

"Now," he smacks his lips "Again."

She closes her eyes, scared, to ground herself. Ran might have had the aura of someone who had not one worry in his life but she knew better - and she knew how demanding of a teacher he could be.

Sighing, she curls her fingers slightly, almost feels how they tingle from the inside from the Weave swimming through her veins. She takes a deep breath; the smell of burning wood and smoke washing away as a new scent tickles her nostrils - sharp and metallic with an undertone of cleanness that comes only from using strong concoctions.

"Ignis,"

The spell comes out quieter than Valeria would like, but she doesn't have time to be embarrassed about it as a new spark blinks into existence between her cupped hands. There's a crack not unlike that of burned wood and it bursts into a small flame; not but not burning, dancing happily.

"I did it!" she utters with a gasp "Ran, I did it!"

"So you did," Val turns her neck to stare at the man; her bright smile reflected on his face "The weave is as much part of you as your horrible singing voice," he chuckles at the offended look "It is you, Val. To be ashamed of it, to hid it... It's as you were to hide yourself. "

"Don't ever hide yourself Val," Kieran pulls her closer again "And fuck those who want to make you feel like you need to."

She should say something to that. Years later will be angry with herself for never talking more. Never thanking him. For being too quiet when she wanted to be loud and alive.

But in this very moment, she could only stare amazed, as the flame danced at the tips of her fingers.

*

The pungent stench of ozone burns at her nose, metallic and too clean, chemical.

The lighting crackles in the palm of her gloved hand, agitated. Release me, it seems to scream, licks at the worn leather. She squeezes her hand into a fist, extinguishing the spell. Gale is talking in the other chamber, Astarion picking at a chest stained with blood and guts. Smells like iron. Everything here smells like iron and rot.

Her hands, once again covered, are dirty, the changeling's meat stuck under her claws. Her body a twisted, mangled, half burned mess even if her dying laugh still echoes in Valeria's head.

Samuel is alive again, remaining wounds tended to by Shadowheart. They will need to get going soon. Take care of the tyrant, one last push and the Stones will be reunited. Just a little bit more and this all will be over. One way or another.

She clenches her fist, the spell cracking and breaking apart as if it were a physical thing; an empty eggshell too delicate to withstand the assault.

"Let's get going."

[the-red-drow]

Malathass, in Hlondeth

the other day i thought i'd try to see if i could turn the Bare Moon Bath House into somewhere in Hlondeth? there's a lot of green stone there and this map already uses green marble, so I tried to apply some green tinting with LL and still have some strong sunlight coming in. i think it turned out pretty okay c:

the second shot of Mal was really just because i didn't get to take a nice shot of them up close or from the front in the bath house; it was nice to have them dressed in something other than long and layered robes (because they aren't used to the weather further north), so i wanted to make the most of it

the second shot wasn't taken anywhere specific; i just filled a corner of camp with assets because i was looking for some interesting textures to put behind Mal

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honestly, building my little sets is half the fun

i'm torn between learning how to make my own maps and keeping them forever, or if these ephemeral sets that get ruined or deleted are better (for my creativity and for my computer's memory... >_>)

and, like, naturally these can only exist thanks to like half a dozen mods. i should put together a list maybe (not that anyone's really looking for that, or to me for any kind of advice, but i can try)

[ilinarie]

The fearsome culprit of the 1477 murder spree in Baldur's Gate. Tremble before her

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I did a thing c:

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Listen here you little shit...

Val lecturing Vicissitude on road rage c:

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Apparently in my oral fixation era of VP

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friday screenies cunty durge kammon, feral half-fish man, and pirate deet with a sunburn

durge kammon and his cape need my attention asap and i need to take some real pics for the freaking pirate au and i should probably figure out what the hell is going on with ezra in this last shot. is this a... rash? is he sick? what's wrong with him? does anyone know...?

[the-red-drow]

they have somewhere to be...

i don't think they're going to make it

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[the-red-drow]

Celadon sorcerer, actor, self-taught bard, dock worker, Deet's best friend

one of those rings might be cursed

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Bhaal's Prophet

Redoing an old pose pack and decided to add BT4 compatibility. Some nudity after the cut.

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To be honest I really don't like it but it took me hours to pose these fuckers 9and the end effect is still shit) and it's not even all of them - opted out of the human redesigns and good because it was still done by 6am

Need to revisit it again, but honestly - just a bunch of alternative Val's in their tav and bhaalspawn forms, Aisling and Zephyr (only actual durge, huh)... And Eli&Likho as babysitters apparently.

And I guess this is what I meant when I was talking the other day how I'm beginning to see Valeria as gender fluid; all these characters are based on her, different but still feel like her at their core?

Valeria Tremaine and Victor Vicissitude; the tav and the bhaalspawn

Riannon and Likho watching over her; non tavs?

Eli and the Boy; necromancer and the lost Bhaalspawn

Victor Tremaine and Poppy; Bhaalspawn - the discarded one - and the bodyguard

Zephyr and Aisling; the resist durge and the only actual monster in the lineup the smuggler

Might do an actual lineup once I don't feel like deleting this blog.

I have the save with the outfits but honestly I am not doing them justice so tagging only if I ever get better pictures.

[doubledecks]

“While many people think fanfiction is about inserting sex into texts (like Tolkien’s) where it doesn’t belong, Brancher sees it differently: “I was desperate to read about sex that included great friendship; I was repurposing Tolkien’s text in order to do that. It wasn’t that friendship needed to be sexualized, it was that erotica needed to be … friendship-ized.” Many fanfiction writers write about sex in conjunction with beloved texts and characters not because they think those texts are incomplete, but because they’re looking for stories where sex is profound and meaningful. This is part of what makes fan fiction different from pornography: unlike pornography, fanfic features characters we already care deeply about, and who tend to already have long-standing and complex relationships with each other. It’s a genre of sexual subjectification: the very opposite of objectification. It’s benefits with friendship.”

— Francesca Coppa, “Introduction to The Dwarf’s Tale,” The Fanfiction Reader (via francescacoppa)

Someone put it into words. I gotta sit down

[queeranarchism]

(Why does this belong on my decidedly not-fan-fiction-related blog, you ask? Because this quote illustrates very well how assuming that anything where people put sex in it is debasing it, objectifying it, or simply ‘sexualizing’ it, etc. often misses a lot of the real picture of why people do that thing.)

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Communion

we do have nsfw friendly discord

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Despite everything, the good, the bad and the heartbreaking - the one thing Valeria would never be ashamed of is her wild magic. The one part of her that took years to grow comfortable with and even longer to not-fear, but she will freely say that this is the one part of herself that she truly loves.

Kieran taught her not to fear the magic, not to fight for control, to let yourself swim with the current and not against it.

It is due to his lessons, and his own comfort with the magic that Val does not hate it, despite the pain it has caused. Despite the fire cause by her powers going haywire after they got surrounded my mercenaries hired by her Mother; despite the stench of of burning skin and the memory of Kieran's body being consumed by the flames... She still loves her magic. Because it feels like hating it, hiding it away would be spitting on Ran's memory and she would never do that to him.

He taught her to love it and she will continue to do so, even if fire based spells are something she will steer away from for years.

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Day 1 ⋆ Red ⋆ Life

Blood is life.

So have it. Have all of mine.

For you, only

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My entry for #bg3pride2026

Vicissitude has a lot of issue, Bhaal is the least of them.