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I really enjoyed drawing Cazador

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Office au 👀

I gathered the courage and decided to draw Cazador's brother. Sorry, haha~

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Oh my gods!!! AAAAAHHHHH. Thank you!!! Thank you so much!!!! I LOVE this story💕 It's so beautiful😭 I have so many feelings about this right now🥹😭💕

First of I must say you captured Lavera's character perfectly. The way she acts and speaks is on point!!! Especially when she gets upset as Halsin seemingly makes fun of her question. That was so perfect!!

The setting is wonderful. This is exactly how I imagined Lavera would feel and behave before reaching Baldur's Gate. Waking up early and needing a moment to herself, reminiscing the past journey.

And then Halsin. Oh my heart fluttered just as Lavera's when he made his entrance😊💕You conveyed her feelings for him so well. How smitten she is with him and yet so anxious about his feelings for her.

I adore how you described them watching the sunrise together. It's so cute and romantic and wonderful. The scene was so vivid.

I love their entire interaction. The way they are both kinda reaching for each other so shyly. There is so much hope and sweetness.

Your writing is wonderful. I really really love your style.😍 I practically devoured this fic. And will do so again many times.

Thank you for this incredible gift. You made me very very happy💕

Dawn of a New Day

My gift for @danyaselmar for the BG3 2024 Fandom Exchange hosted by @zevlor and @carlosoliveiraa! This fic features their tav Lavera and Halsin enjoying a sweet morning together! Art from official BG3 book. Warnings: None

The world trilled with a welcome melody mixed with the loud snores of her companions. Lavera opened their eyes. Above them, the stars twinkled against the dark backdrop, turning her head they saw the various tents and fire that had burned out hours ago, lit by the fading moonlight. 

It was early morning, judging by the cicadas still awake, and their companions still hidden away. All giving her a few moments of peace before they continued their journey.

Their journey. Lavera brought their arm up, placing it under her head to rest on while she stared up at the stars, yet not seeing them

How far had they come? 

From her time on the Nautiloid, meeting with the Druids, saving the tieflings. Then through the Shadow lands and Moonrise Towers. Lavera had faced every battle head on, maybe a bit too head on Wyll would say (Karlach was more than appreciative of their antics at least!)

How far they had come.

Lavera was proud of them all. Each one of them had started out terrified when they realized what had been done to them. Terrified and angry. Yet none of them had wavered in following her through each battle, through each new area. 

But what awaited them at Baldur's Gate filled her with a sense of dread. 

Lavera sighed and sat up. They moved slower than normal, trying to not make too much noise as they made their way out of the camp. With this being their last night in the woods, the last thing she needed was to let the weight of what came next ruin their peace now.

They didn’t walk far before finding an opening that gave them a clear view of the land. Mountains and trees to her right, buildings and cobble roads with smoke stacks from the city further in the distance to her left. Lavera turned back to their right and took a deep breath, soaking in the crisp, sharpness of the woods, the dark aroma of the soil mixed in with the faint scent of salt and sulfur.

Lavera wrinkled her nose and blew the air out. The city, important but not where they wanted to go. She tried to turn her thoughts to more calming moments, the rush of adrenaline in a fight, the warmth of a campfire and one of Gale’s meals. Those were the moments she wanted to remember.

So caught up in their thoughts, Lavera didn’t hear that someone was approaching.

“Peaceful morn’.”

Lavera’s head snapped up, turning ever so slightly to look over her shoulder. Adrenaline coursed through their body, ready to attack if necessary. Darkness cloaked the figure, concealing most of their features except for their large form. It took Lavera a moment later to recognize the voice of Halsin. Just knowing he was there sent her heart pounding and she hoped he couldn’t hear it as he got closer.

“Either come out from the shadows and join me, or leave.” Lavera called out, turning their attention back to the horizon. They winced at the harshness of her words, but compared to the pounding of her heart, it was all they could do to not betray their true emotions.

The sound of muffled footsteps, a soft chuckle, and then a large presence sitting down to her. Lavera didn’t turn her head, instead sinking her fingers into soil beneath her. It was cool to the touch, the gentle heat of the sunshine not yet warmed it up.

“I thank you for letting me join you,” Halsin said after a moment. “It is not often we get a chance alone. I wanted to thank you for your assistance with the Shadow Curse, all my years, and everything I tried after what happened there…”

He trailed off, but Lavera didn’t need him to finish. The pain of what had happened in the druid’s grove, in the Shadow Cursed lands, had been evident from the moment she had met him. Even when he smiled and had been carefree and relaxed at the tiefling celebration, Lavera had seen him looking off to the distance, his shoulders sagging slightly.

But she also remembered the way his eyes had stayed on them throughout the celebration as well.

“What else could I do, Halsin?” Lavera leaned over and nudged him with her shoulder. “I promised you I’d help and the land needed saving.”

But seeing you hurt broke my heart more, Lavera thought but didn’t dare say out loud. They were reminded of being back, back at Last Light Inn where Halsin had traveled through a portal to save part of the land.

The battle had been a rough one. So many shadows had come sulking in to stop him from his goal. Lavera fought with all their might until finally the last wave fell and with it came Halsin’s return. Lavera couldn’t forget the joy they felt in that moment, seeing him alive, and still carrying the young boy that was meant to be the life of the land.

The battle was over and the change of the land soon followed. Lavera was taken away by the beauty that was revealed when the Shadow Curse was lifted.

Beauty they was staring at now. With Halsin right there next to them.

He had been quiet as Lavera thought of their most recent events. Such a kind man, even with the spirit of the animal within. How much he seemed to understand of them, even when she remained so reticent about her life. Trust was hard to come by, especially with them still learning the events that led to them being tadpoled.

Now they were here, multiple accomplishments under their belt and yet so many more to come. Too many unknowns. What could she do, to not dwell on what might occur?

At that moment, the golden rays of the sun finally reached where they sat. The golds and reds were breathtaking to look at and on Halsin, even more so.

“It’s a beautiful morning, now that we can truly see its glory.” Halsin echoed their thoughts. He was looking to the horizon, a soft smile on his face.

To look at him caused both a raging storm and calming ease inside her, the twists too much to bear and yet Lavera didn’t want to leave. Halsin had been so kind and gentle with her, his laughter music to her ears and ferocity in battle, a force that spurred them on. Nothing compared though to the way he would look at them, after a battle, in the late evenings, and even now in the early morning light. 

How long had it been since someone looked at her like that? With such kindness and interest? And every conversation was so genuine. There was no denying the truth in his words, though she had wondered just what he would do now.

“Yes it is,” Lavera finally said, looking back to the sky and watching the final fading of violet as the world burst alive with the fiery orange to the softest pinks that connected the sky. All still contrasting with the dark edge of the horizon. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

Halsin turned to her, giving Lavera his full attention. He reached up with his hand, playing with the strands at the end of his braid before realizing what he was doing and pulling his hand back. His cheeks darkened as he smiled, not quite meeting their eyes.

 It made them almost not ask the question that was now on her mind.

Almost.

“Now…” Lavera licked her lips, then met his gaze, “Now that we’ve lifted the curse, what will you do?”

“What will I do?” The laugh that followed both elated and unnerved her.

“If you’re going to make fun of my question, then don’t bother!” Lavera made to move, but a strong hand stopped them.

“Lavera, I mean no offense. Please,” he looked up at them, brown eyes warm and gentle, as he pleaded with her. “Stay with me. I’ll answer your question.”

Lavera huffed and rolled their eyes, but their heart beat faster than ever before. Just what would he say? Lavera gulped and sat down, forcing themselves to not break eye contact with Halsin. His usually warm, brown eyes looked dark and mysterious now.

After a moment he turned away. The light from the rising sun was brighter now, casting a warm glow on his features that held her in such rapture they almost missed what he was saying.

“Meeting you was like something out of a dream. From the moment you rescued me, from the goblin’s prison, to helping me save the lands from the Shadow curse, and saving Thaniel. You have accomplished more than I would have ever imagined. Certainly, more than I have done,” Halsin chuckled, then turned and grabbed her hand.  “You have my eternal gratitude, Lavera.”

Any response Lavera had immediately left their mind when Halsin touched them. His words were so welcoming and kind, starting to beat back the gnawing thoughts of if he would stay or not. If he would stay… with her.

“Let me travel with you, please.” The shadow that had previously darkened his eyes was gone now. They were gleaming now, filled with longing and hope, and a little trepidation as he continued to speak. “You are beyond amazing. Being by your side has given me a new purpose and I wish never to lose you. I desire to remain with you, if you will have me.”

Lavera stared up at him, a smile spreading across their face.

“Yes, of course!” Lavera exclaimed, squeezing Halsin’s hand tightly. “There is nothing more I would want than you.”

Halsin beamed at them and Lavera felt the heat rise in their face. Had they just said that outloud?

“I…I mean, next to me.” Lavera stammered out. “By my side. How could I face the city and all those enemies without you?”

Halsin laughed, a deep genuine belly laugh that stirred deep inside her. When was the last time she had felt this way? Whatever it was, Lavera only knew that they didn't want it to go away.

“Let’s head back. The others are probably waking up and will wonder where we are.” Halsin started to stand, but Lavera held onto his hand tightly. “Or not?”

Lavera shook their head, giving him a cheeky grin and tugging him back down. He landed with a soft thud on the ground,  so close now they were touching shoulder to shoulder.

The two of them sat there, continuing to watch the sun rise. The dawn of a new day.

And neither was in any hurry to leave.

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This is my gift for @carlosoliveiraa for the Baldur’s Gate 3 exchange organized by her and @zevlor <3

Serenade for Three

Rating: T; no warnings (teeny-tiny bit suggestive if you squint) <1k

Her fingers expertly caressed the strings of the lute. The trusted instrument vibrated in her arms, wooden body humming in harmony with the bard’s angelic voice. 

Amity Brightwater sat comfortably on a tree trunk, enfolded by the warmth radiating off of the campfire and illuminated by its guttering glowing light. Her hair swayed in the soft evening breeze. As if the loose strands were dancing along with the tunes. 

The song she had chosen for tonight held more meaning than she pretended to know. A deeper message hidden from the grasp of her tadpole-ridden mind but just within reach of her aching soul which yearned infinitely strong to proclaim proudly how she felt. 

Her tail flicked beside her like a metronome while she sang. 

"Moonlight gently lay your might,

down on my oh bleeding heart.

Darkness will be forced away,

until we meet and dance again." 

Shadowheart caught herself tapping with her foot to the rhythm of the song. The tender melody brought her comfort and managed to ease away most traces of the bitter reality. It felt as if all her worries were a million miles away, buried on a different plane. Here, in this exact moment, she didn’t need to worry about tadpoles or the Absolute. She felt safe. And warm. Within her usually wintry heart something stirred. Stronger than ever before.

Above her the moon smiled behind a gossamer veil of clouds, silver light dripping through the carefully woven cover, pouring down chastely on the intimate moment shared between the two companions like the impalpable tears of the Dark Lady herself. 

Shadowheart allowed her mind to recall the other fateful night where wine, calmness and kisses were shared under the ever loving and undiscriminating gaze of the firmament. A memory, albeit still fresh, she cherished deeply like every fragment of her splintered remembrance. And despite the pain she felt piercing through the scar on her hand she refused to suffocate the small flame that kindled in the very center of her body. For it provided more and more warmth every day. A tiny glimmer of hope that carefully snuck around the guardians of her predetermined destiny, providing an equally tiny insight on a path she never considered before. 

A path of companionship opened up by the tiefling bard whose music always managed to touch her in the right place. 

Not far from the campfire another elven creature was haunted by similar trouble. In his tent Halsin was still lying awake on his bedroll. Too many thoughts kept him from finding much needed rest. The grove was saved thanks to the effort and bravery of the fierce leader of the group of misadventurers. Amity. The bard had impressed him on multiple occasions. Mostly through her compassion for her kin. The refugees from Elturel. 

Through the opening of his tent he could see the night sky above camp. Cloudy yet auspicious.

Besides the chirping of crickets there was another pleasant sound being carried into his tent. The voice of his savior accompanied by a melodically played lute.

"Oaks and bears protect my love,

from harm beyond the realm of nature.

Fools will try and try again,

to hold the hands of beasts within."

He rose upwards to lean on his elbows and to shoot a quick glance in the direction of the words that permeated his entire being like his druidic magic. And of course, his eyes found her form immediately, drawn to her like bees were drawn to fragrant blossoms. The bold words made his heart flutter.

Halsin envied the moon for she could always caress the bard’s skin without consequences. 

He longed to feel the softness of her chest pressed against his. He longed to feel the rough ridges where her tail met her lower back against his lips. He caught himself instinctively seeking out skin contact whenever possible. And even if it was just the mere brush of her, from years of playing the lute, calloused fingertips when she handed him a bowl of stew. He cherished every second.

Halsin envied the wind for he could always kiss her cheeks without consequences. Whenever Amity returned to camp with prominent remnants of the latest battles still on her face he wished nothing more than to wash the blood and grime off her skin, to clean her wounds and to press little kisses on the small cuts littering her cheeks. But this privilege was not yet his.

And Halsin envied Shadowheart for she could always be closest to her without consequences.

Or so it seemed.

He had observed the two women interacting. And he knew they were close. Of course he had noticed them slipping away from camp the night they celebrated their victory. And he still felt the slight sting in his heart when he remembered rejecting Amity’s sweet advances during the party.

But he had also noticed the stolen glances directed at him. The bard’s gaze would linger on him often. And whenever he saw that Shadowheart noticed as well, he could never find any traces of jealousy in her eyes. Only soft fondness directed also at him.

Halsin hoped that perhaps when the shadow curse was lifted he might be able to find time for himself again. And that perhaps the two women would welcome him with open arms. 

"A bard alone with just her song,

saw twice the hurt each night to come.

One dawn will draw bring peace within,

sweet slumber in the arms of three."

Amity poured her soul into the song hoping that the only two recipients who truly mattered would hear her. Hear her gentle proclamation of affection and yearning for them both.

[danyaselmar]

So, here are the finished pants and the current state of the boots. The pants were pretty easy to sew. Although they’re not as accurate as they could be. But they’re super comfy and designed to be also worn out of cosplay context.

I made the boot covers from fake leather and glued them to a pair of shoes. I kinda regret not giving him heels. I feel like Cazador deserve them. Also it would be nice to gain a bit of height while in costume. How tall was he again? 🤔 Anyway, perhaps I’ll redo the boots later. For now I’m pretty happy 😊

(Please excuse the dirty mirror🙈)

I..I made it. I finally reached act 2 😭

Had to take a 3 month break from playing Baldur’s Gate due to reasons. And now that I dove back in head first I can’t wait to see what’s going to happen next. It’s a great feeling. I’m so curious😊

Perhaps now I can also finally work on all those neglected sketches again🙈 There are a dozen unfinished artworks of Lavera and a particularly challenging project.

And yes, the Cazadork cosplay is still happening. I acquired a gorgeous wig and am gradually collecting materials. The pants are actually finished now. But at the same time I want to upgrade my Astarion cosplay. The process is slow but steady. Pictures will follow soonish.

Now I’ll stop rambling an get back to work.

💫 Danya

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Opens tumblr. Sees a seething hot take on a beloved character. Takes a deep breath. Closes tumblr before bad things can happen.

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no multi option, agonize and choose, no results option, pick one to find out or scroll onward

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To the person who lost a d6 in the parking lot: you rolled a 4

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Okay here is another one! Anyone who knows me from twitter will recognize the renders I assume.. but yes. Care to share a dance with him?

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Baldur's Gate 3 locations 19/?

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I..I made it. I finally reached act 2 😭

Had to take a 3 month break from playing Baldur’s Gate due to reasons. And now that I dove back in head first I can’t wait to see what’s going to happen next. It’s a great feeling. I’m so curious😊

Perhaps now I can also finally work on all those neglected sketches again🙈 There are a dozen unfinished artworks of Lavera and a particularly challenging project.

And yes, the Cazadork cosplay is still happening. I acquired a gorgeous wig and am gradually collecting materials. The pants are actually finished now. But at the same time I want to upgrade my Astarion cosplay. The process is slow but steady. Pictures will follow soonish.

Now I’ll stop rambling an get back to work.

💫 Danya

[danyaselmar]

Astarion 21/?

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cazador is so fucking milfcoded i need him to mommydom me

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HIIIIII this is your bg3 exchange gifter!! Super excited to be working with your Tav, she's so pretty! I would love to hear more about her and their background/personality to really make the gift extra special to them?

Oh hi, sorry about the late reply. I’m drowning in work at the moment.

Thank you so much for the ask. That’s so sweet of you 🥹 I’m glad to give some more info on my Tav🤩

✨ Lavera 'Tav' Tavja’al ✨

She has the background acolyte. She was raised in a temple and took her duty very seriously. Tho I haven’t decided yet which deity she served.

Although she’s rather small and thin (body type 1) she’s much stronger than she appears. At first glance you wouldn’t assume she’s a barbarian.

She’s impulsive and often acts on her emotions. She’s hotheaded, gets angry rather quickly but will cool off almost equal fast if given space to retreat.

She can be reckless at times. During combat encounters Lavera will charge into battle head first. Attracting the enemy’s attention so that her companions can strike from the shadows.

You know the saying about having a hard shell with a soft core. That’s basically her. It takes time to reach that soft side of hers. She will only show her vulnerability when she really trusts you.

When asked she will deny liking romantic gestures but deep down she really would love to receive a flower or love letter sometimes.

Or a hug for starter. Especially at the beginning of the events of BG3. During act 1 she’s especially reserved and aggressive. Like Astarion she carries quite the trauma baggage.

But despite being gruff she truly cares for her companions. And she does everything to protect them from harm.

Lavera has a big heart for people in need and is almost every time eager to help. For example she gave money to Oskar and promised Zevlor to help the refugees. Her selflessness causes her to bump heads with Astarion and Shadowheart sometimes.

She loves nature and spending time in the forest. It calms her down and helps with the anger issues. Being in the city for long periods of time makes her uncomfortable. A possible reason would be that the sanctuary she grew up in was located somewhere far away from the loud city.

In her Durge version all negative traits are more prominent and she is a lot less caring (except when it comes to Gortash xD Durge!Lavera likes him a lot.)

💫 some random things about her:

-She carries a number of scars all over her body from various battles from her past.

-She loves the colors turquoise and purple.

-Her favorite time of the day is the sunrise. Probably because it symbolizes a new beginning. A theme that’s important to her and her story. But also because she finds the light of the first sun rays very pretty.

-She’s a vegetarian but will make exceptions when in a survival situation. Or when she doesn’t want to bother others with her needs and preferences. So it’s quite possible that she would eat the rabbit stew Gale made for dinner. (I like to think she picked the meat from the stew and smuggled it onto another companion’s plate xD)

Her favorite snacks are dried apple rings. But she likes dried fruits in general. And everything sweet. Take her to a bakery in Baldur’s Gate and she’ll leave with ten different kinds of sweets xD

Durge!Lavera has a rather different taste in food tho. She prefers a diet of raw red meat lol

-In the evening when the group is at camp and the companions are preparing for the night she can be found by her tent meditating and praying. Similar to Shadowheart.

-She keeps her hair in a bun for practicability. If worn open it reaches her hips. During the evening at camp she sometimes wears a simple braid.

I hope that wasn’t too chaotic. If you need more info please feel free to reach out again💕 And thank you so much for creating something for me🥰💕

[danyaselmar]

Dose anyone else absolutely hate that they have aggressive abs?

It really bothers me

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Frog.

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April Fool’s Day is in a few days, and I just wanted to make this clear. This blog is safe, and I can promise you no screamers, nothing emotionally abusive, no fake posts, and nothing to intentionally trigger dissociation. You are safe here.