#oc tav ranger

[ladiemars]

nor doodles 🤎

[voltaical-art]

some judge and bishop doodles from a bit ago

[seahagart]

Úlfur, Son of Drífa

If you reunite mother and son, you’ll get a 12yr old mama’s boy who flosses for his idle animation and takes care of the camp pets. He’s liddol (compared to mom)

Still working on his design, not sure if I wanna give him white hair like Drífa’s or design his dad….

[sharoscylla]

I feel like…….. Ratboy Tommy would be so intimidated by @meanbossart ‘s DU Drow but also the mental image of them running into one another at some sort of function made me laugh so hard I wanted to draw it. Poor Tommy lmao. Poor DU Drow frankly that guy has enough problems without a self-loathing half Drow going “oh my god my dad’s right about Drow being scary as hell”

Maybe there’s a tavs and durges bathhouse… that would be fun lmao

[gothicspork]

“Stick around if you wanna find out how low these freckles go”

Pre-tadpole Locust. That line doesn’t work often but that’s why he’s in Sharess’ Caress.

[mybrknhrtt]

bahmik, my bg3 dwarf guy! ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[katsigian]

ᴄᴀʟʟɪꜱᴛᴜꜱ ᴍɪʀᴇꜱᴛᴀ // ᴍᴏᴏɴʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀᴛʜ, ʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ── ☾⭑*

↳ ʜɪɢʜ ᴇʟꜰ ☼ ꜰᴏʟᴋ ʜᴇʀᴏ ☼ ɢʟᴏᴏᴍ ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ ʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ

ʙᴀʟᴅᴜʀ'ꜱ ɢᴀᴛᴇ 3 ➳ 11/∞

[aldcaldos]

baldurs gate 3 original characters (pt. 1)

[justporo]

A Night of Song and Laughter

Well, Baldur's Gate and Astarion have me by the neck, more than I'd like to admit... So I wrote fanfiction to get my love out for this vampire. It's about Astarion and Tav settling down in Baldur's Gate, trying to enjoy some domestic peace as couple but also getting into some trouble that always seems to find them. And also I thought, wouldn't it be nice if they showed each other their favorite spots around town? So they go to a tavern, drinks are had, lots of fluff and some smut happens, knives are held to throats, exes (Tav's) are met... A whole lot of fun. Read here under the cut or directly on AO3!

Rating: Explicit (especially for later chapters)

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

Summary: Set some time after the events of Baldur's Gate 3 Astarion and you (Tav) decided to settle down in Baldur's Gate and see what the city has to offer for you. You enjoyed some domestic peace but you didn't seem to be able to shake off the trouble that surely always came looking for the both of you - and maybe you delighted in that as well.

One night you decide to show Astarion one of your favourite places in the city hoping to enjoy some drinks, maybe dance; just have some fun. Fun comes in very different kinds of flavours though as you two should know: from being twirled around endlessly in your lover's arms or stealing naughty kisses and maybe even more in dark hidden alleyways to holding a knife to someone's throat who's threatening what you love the most in this world.

Spoiler warning! (Gif from here)

Part 1: Down, down the cobblestones...

You convinced Astarion to stop the ritual so the vicious cycle of heedless and cruel power might be broken. You believe you two can figure out whatever life may throw at the two of you, you’ve already had come so far, haven’t you? So you settled with taking everything you could gather from Cazadon’s estate and liquidate it to kickstart a new life together in Baldur’s Gate. You bought a small but quite luxurious town house in the better part of town which you'd probably gotten criminally under it’s market price, but the two of you could be quite the convincing duo.

You’ve spent the weeks after your long and exhausting adventures with the mundane aspects of life. Since Astarion has yet again become a creature of the night you decided to adapt to his daily cycle. After all you also once were very keen to keep to the darker times of day when survival for you meant a quick sleight of hand and even quicker feet even you didn’t mean to get caught.

You decorated your new home with an assortment of different things: thick brocade curtains for every one of the tall windows to keep Astarion safe and dark, a bed of course – the largest one you could find - , books, trinkets, more furniture. For the time being the two of you were perfectly fine with being settled down and just enjoying slow and relaxing days, making love every night. As long as the gold from your adventures lasted you were more than happy to just focus on the two of you.

You also made a habit out of it to show each other your favourite places around town, since you had such different experiences – even though both pretty dark and traumatizing – living in different areas of the city. It could have been two different cities altogether. So this night you decided to show Astarion your favourite tavern in the city.

You were walking down the cobblestone roads of the upper city. It was a pleasant night in late spring. Summer hadn’t really grasped the city yet, but it was already delightfully warm but the nights still long: in other words, perfect for a night out for you and Astarion.

You had your arm hooked into his and your head leaned on Astarion’s shoulder.

“So, tell me again please, darling, where exactly are you taking me?”, Astarion said while softly patting your hand you had nestled in the crook of his arm.

“Maeve’s”, you answer, lifting your head up and smiling brightly at him. You knew exactly you were at this terrible lovebirds stage of your relationship where everything in the world is pleasantly pink and warm – except everything in the world was possibly very grossed out because of your lovey-dovey demeanor. Neither of you could have cared less, this was the first shot both of you ever got at just being happy in life.

“Oh, please spare me with all the details, my love”, Astarion replied, sarcastically raising his voice and leaning his head to one side. Humour glinted in his ruby eyes.

“It’s a tavern”, you replied dryly and shrugged your shoulders. You untangled yourself from him and walked backwards while facing him. Then you tugged at the sleeve of his dark shirt he picked out this evening and dragged him along to move quicker. “Come on, we’ll be late.”

“Late for what, darling?”, he asked mockingly getting more desperate as you pulled on his arm. You just grinned at him more broadly and shrugged your shoulders again.

Astarion sighed, lifting his gaze to the clear night sky. The moonlight reflected in his light hair. Sometimes you still felt overwhelmed when you looked at him – like getting to be with him in this way was still a dream you could only wish would become true.

You stopped walking and just looked at him. So did he, his sharp rogue senses not wasting a split second to react. You put a hand on his chest, lowered your head to one side and said: “It’s ‘Maeve’s most exquisite drops and pops’. Me and the crew hung out there a lot when we had the coin for it and got shit-faced.” Astarion lifted his eyebrows and smiled appreciatively at you, having finally bribed you to answer his questions.

“Ah, so I am to learn something of your past tonight, hm? Delightful”, he replied and smirked at you in his signature way. You stole a quick peck on his lips before you turned and entangled your arm once more with his and started walking again. “Pops?”, he simply asked then, raising a single eyebrow.

“Yes, pops – you know, as in popular songs?”, you answered. Astarion just looked confused. “Ugh, I forgot I am basically with an ancient relic. Get with the times, Astarion”, you joked and then laughed as he frowned and mumbled something about the youth and their useless need to shorten perfectly good words.

“Are the many words meant to make it seem more… exquisite? Because I don’t feel like it is working”, Astarion chuckled. “It might just be. I can assure you it is not though. The beer is cheap, and the wine is even cheaper. And keep away from anything edible there unless you wanna be sick for three days straight. And that” – you point a finger at him – “includes necks, my dear. But that’s how you know it’s a great place”, you kept on explaining.

The vampire raised a pale eyebrow at you: “Help me see the reasoning here, my love.” A shit-eating grin split your face once more: “Because no one’s going there for the drinks or the food but the entertainment makes more than up for it.”

Astarion looked at you as if you might have gone slightly insane but simply let you talk and lead him on in the darker, meaner, and much poorer parts of the city.

“It’s quite a famous place where travelling bands and bards come to play for a night or two. And not the talentless yappers, like Volo and the such, but the ones that really know how get a room full of grumpy and mean Baldurians going: singing, dancing, getting their blood pump. If there hasn’t been at least three fights at closing time it was a dull night”, you kept on as your eyes glossed over for a moment as you remembered days long gone by. Not exactly happy days but happy little memories, nonetheless. A slight smile danced on your lips while you remembered.

The vampire looked at you warmly and put his hand over yours on his arm once more. His heart filled with warmth at the sight of your easy smile and honest joy. His thumb slowly brushed the back of your hand: “That indeed sounds like a lot of fun, my love, maybe I’ve been to quick with my judgment. Let’s see what the night may offer to us tonight. As long as it ends with you naked in my bed, I shan’t complain.”

“Our bed”, you corrected him and teasingly poked him with your other hand.

“Of course, our bed, beautiful”, he repeated correctly. His smile grew and you led him further down the streets of Baldur’s Gate.

[baldursgrave69]

I love them, your honor 🥺

[marquisecubey]

hello tumblr may I introduce you to my tav and durge because I think about them a normal amount

[ladiemars]

I love Nor and her giant sad puppy eyes, I would love to know more about her

thank you!! have a hastily drawn nor ft. her giant sad sopping wet puppy eyes:

+ a giant nor lore dump below the cut જ⁀➴

➸ her whole character was inspired by that one textpost that’s like, “characters with both the abject terror and desperation of an animal that knows it is cornered and destined to be eaten. you just can't get that kind of angst out a successful hunter” and this quote by james harriet: “if having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.”

➸ she’s is the product of a union between a drow woman and a deep imaskari man. for those who don’t know, the deep imaskari are a human subrace (from 3e) that have stone-like skin and hair that’s white or black. because that’s nor’s human half, most people assume she’s completely drow upon meeting her, since did not inherit any features from her father that would make her look less like her drow mother.

➸ the deep imaskari live longer than other humans—up to 550 years—so nor ages at a rate more akin to drow and elves than half-elves or humans. nor believes she’s currently around seventy years old, though she could be off by a decade or two. she’s not sure when she was born and has long periods without human contact. she really isn’t sure how much time has passed.

➸ she has no given name, but eventually ended up going by the name ratcatcher, which is what the locals in baldur’s gate called her. halsin is the one who names her nor shortly after they meet, which is the elven word for “passion” and also “run.”

➸ this excerpt from one of my fics sums up her urchin/orphan to urban ranger/beastmaster pipeline pretty well:

➸ around the age of twenty, nor grew to resent humanity so much that she decided to leave baldur’s gate and live in the forest with only animals for company for half a century. (this is when she lost track of time completely.) in the forest, she became an expert in survival, attuning her ears to the slightest twitch in the air, to every noise and smell. she lived in a cave and slept curled up beside velvet on a bed of willow leaves. the events of baldur’s gate 3 is the first time in decades that she’s had social interaction.. and it shows.

➸ she has a little wolfdog companion named velvet. (i’ve drawn him and her and halsin and scratch here). he was another half-breed who didn’t quite being anywhere, so they bonded very deeply. (fun fact: velvet killed the elder brain in my first playthrough as nor. he’s a legend in faerun now.)

➸ laezel is her bestie. they are ride or die. neither of them understand a damn thing about faerun or its inhabitants. but that also means they don’t judge each other for anything, cause they both just kind of assume what the other is doing is normal

➸ a big part of her character is her dynamic with the emperor. she gets manipulated by him so bad because he tells her everything a forgotten, unloved creature wants to hear: i need you, i’ll protect you, you’re not like other people, we’re a team, you can trust me, i want you to join me, you aren’t alone. it’s not until he begins to pressure and compel her to become illithid against her will she starts to fear him and his power over her, and after certain revelations she realizes he was using her and turns on him altogether.

➸ obviously she romances halsin. i love the dynamic of beastmaster/druid. they’re extremely well suited because they’re both such inherently good people and they bond a lot over their love for nature. they are also the only two people who can really understand each other’s animalistic quirks.

i’ve written some fics with her that you can read here if you’re interested. >:3c

[animated-thought-bubble]

My first Tav, called Raynes. They are committed to the Quothe/Ursa combo 🌿

[whitegoldtower]

“The Most Level Sunken Chapel” - Fineliner on paper

I finally finished the big, detailed Kar’niss piece!!! It took me two whole days but I got there eventually. Calling this one “The Most Level Sunken Chapel” since it’s based on the lyrics of ‘Black Milk’ by Massive Attack (because I think those lyrics are what’s going through Kar’niss’ head the first time my ranger plants one on him and their brains connect). Also included moonflowers in the border because in my headcanon, these are what Tam’lin associates with Kar’niss.

My Tav is a gloomstalker ranger and a szarkai drow named Tam’lin. He was raised in Menzoberranzan to be ‘planted’ on the surface as a spy and an assassin, but he legged it at the first opportunity and used his ‘training’ to become a folk hero named ‘The Nightwatchman’. He’s got a soft spot for the outcasts and downtrodden, and thus fits right in with the other party members. 🕷️🖤🕸️

[vatyrie-avaris]

Vatyrie Avaris has always been a willful man. This rebellious streak was scorned in the diabolic aristocracy he was born to, a race of tieflings whose loyalty and pride in their infernal blood has allowed them to maintain some of the hellish features and skills of their heritage. Tired of the unforgiving order of demi-devil society and of being a tool for his tyrannical family, Vatyrie sought freedom from the restraints of his nobility. But the price of freedom was greater than he could have imagined. Stripped of his prestige and the infernal magic in his blood by his father’s lash, he was banished. Prejudice and fear taught him to hide his more devilish features, and he has spent the years as an average tiefling, working as a mercenary, bounty hunter, anything to get by. Now he wanders Faerun, never settling for fear of being driven away again.

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Commission work by the incredible @darpart of my beloved first DnD character and recent BG3 Tav, Vatyrie Avaris. I am blown away by her work in capturing this bold bastard of a ranger! He is a homebrew tiefling subrace (Demi-devils or purebloods) who have retained more diabolic features and abilities through strict preservation of their infernal bloodlines. As a banished noble, he became a gloomstalker ranger who uses an enchantment on his necklace (depicting the Avaris House crest) to blend in as a normal tiefling.

More in depth explanations of his appearance can be found here!

A fic featuring Vatyrie in the world of BG3 (mostly with Astarion) can be found here!

More art: More Art; And More; And Look, even More!

More Character lore: House Crest; Love Chart; Astarion x Vatyrie relationship meme; Nautiloid Abduction; Camp/Relationship Dialogues; Scar History; Voice Barks/Quips; Vicious Vatyrie Mockery; OC Info

Follows, likes, and rb are greatly appreciated! Thanks for stopping by!

[gothicspork]

Locust faces