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cambion-companion · 4 months

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Lost daughter of the Morning Lord.

#altheara #aasimar mod #my tav #game: baldur's gate 3 #bg3 oc #lathander

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blighted-elf · 2 months

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Re-creating my favourite Wrath of the Righteous party in BG3

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saveuswhitegirl · 2 months

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"Unshackled from shadows, she will rise in moonlit glory and carve a path of brightness to the accursed one's second death."

- Alaundo the Wise

#dame aylin #aasimar #isobel thorm #half elf #cleric of selûne #baldur's gate 3 #virtual photography #pc games #pc gaming #pc mods #larian studios #lesbians rejoice #it's moon bitches day!

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oathkeeper-of-tarth · 3 months

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Followup to this post. While the Whispers of the Divine aasimar mod has a really cool scourge aasimar-ish option for making your character look like they're being torn apart by burning inner radiance, I wanted to replicate Aylin's endlessly-put-together-again kintsugi vibe. So I messed around with Blender, Substance Painter, bumbled about figuring out Larian's texturing, all the unwrapping and mirroring and seams and whatnot, and ended up having quite a great time, all told. And I'm quite pleased with the results!

The "heart" bit is inspired by her concept art and the scars on the back are of course from the wings. Some more WIP pics and screenshots under the cut.

Starting point was the game's default "Nightsong" body. First Blender experiment before I decided to just freehand it:

Getting some nice gold going in SP, to later separate into the normal map and the "body tattoo" mask:

I ended up using the Unique Tav framework to get this all in the game once it was done and the Body Tattoo Switcher with some parameter tweaks to get the colour and metalicness of the cracks right. Big shoutout to this BG3 Normal Map converter that saved me so much time and the documentation from Volno's Texture Toolbox. Figuring out what goes where exactly and how to really get it all working together was... a process. I am so sorry for all the indignities, Aylin.

Interestingly enough, her default NPC head does have the kintsugi details all over, even though it's not visible because of her hair. Both her canon hairstyles are default PC options (called, iirc, Partial Eclipse and Bardic Inspiration), which is a nice bonus and saves some time.

For Aylin As A Player Character purposes I prefer the "Nightsong" prison hairstyle because you can actually see her face with the camera angles you're going to have 90% of the time. But I mean... you can also give her a cool undercut. She looks good in anything.

And here we are! I played just long enough to recruit Astarion in order to steal his outfit, pull a guy out of a rock, and then get some blue dye.

Time to get robbed by some kids again.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #mods #dame aylin #aylin kintsugi mod #aasimar #texturing #nudity #figleafed because tumblr but eh #and i guess this falls under #my art #oathkeeper draws things #anyway one of my big takeaways from doing this was: sure hope balthazar and his boss are both having a very bad time wherever they are :)))

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itsafreetrialofdeath · 2 months

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my collection of tavs ranging from:

- a paranoid cleric who forgot which god they worship and compensates by wearing talismans of every god

- an apathetic druid who thinks that when she eats people in wildshape it doesn’t count as cannibalism

- a flirty ex-paladin who can’t stay dead to save his life

- a socially inept ranger who has just now realized that his actions have consequences

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stars-and-branches · 10 months

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Manifesting an aasimar dlc for baldur's gate 3

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#i want to play an aasimar so bad let me have this #i would also be happy with a mod for this #bg3 #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate iii #baldurs gate 3 #dnd #d&d #dungeons and dragons #larian studios #aasimar

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rhysofcourse · 6 months

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Back on my bullshit :3

Meet Erikel, my aasimar paladin of devotion ^^

#bg3 #baldurs gate #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur’s gate 3 mods #aasimar #paladin #i love him already

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fuckitwebhaal · 9 months

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might i present you all with rasmus morningstar - aasimar and sword of Lathander? he/him - paladin+cleric - finally not a durge ❤️

#yeaaaahhh baby #got the aasimar mod to work #and HOO BOY #work it did. amen #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #oc: morningstar #bg3 screenshots #Aasimar #bg3 aasimar

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thedragonagelesbian · 2 months

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I’d love to hear about new growth!

WIP Folder Game

halsin finds durge!cyrus after he's been forcibly transformed into the slayer :,))))))) another wip i've barely started (kind of a theme with my durge!cyrus wips asdpfiojaf i get a Vibe, i crank out a couple hundred words, then i get a different Vibe, and i move on), but the broad strokes are that halsin helps him calm down & transform back into himself, then invites cyrus to help him plant a seed he took from the region before the shadow curse hit and had preserved with the hope that he might be able to return it to its home one day. cyrus discovers his love for gardening and realizes that growth, like many good things, takes time, and that he may take time too, and that the people who love him will be patient.

Edging closer, he sees it: encased in a hollow beneath the tree is a monster. It is crouched, its many spine-laden limbs folded in on themselves to fit in such a tight space, and it reeks so strongly of death that Halsin’s hackles raise instinctively. Not undeath, like everything else in the Shadow-Cursed Lands, musty and dry, but pure carrion, wet and metallic, and the tide of revitalizing magic is not washing it away.

The bear in Halsin wants to lunge, take it by surprise, deliver unto this harbinger a most ungentle of reposes… but Halsin knows his own appearance can be intimidating at first blush.

He cannot move stealthily in this form, but he waits, and he watches, and he listens to the creature keen. It is, he realizes, holding itself. One set of arms grasps at its skull, obscuring the shape of its maw save for a pair of wicked tusks arching out at the sides. The other pair hugs its torso, and when Halsin tilts his head to the side, he can see the scratches on its back. Dozens of wounds, ranging from scrapes to gouges, mark where it has dug its talons into its own flesh, whether to hold itself together or tear itself apart, Halsin cannot tell, but it has bloodied itself like a rabbit twisting against a snare, the wire cutting deeper into its throat with every thrash.

Predator or no, this thing is terrified.

#durge!cyrus #cyrusXhalsin #fun fact when i first started drafting this fic i had an issue coming up with a way for halsin to intuit that the slayer was cyrus #and then the aasimar mod updated with mandatory glowing eyes and i was like '....well! problem solved!'

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dragonologist-phd · 4 months

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oops my hand slipped and i downloaded the aasimar mod to remake Lilith

also changing her to sorcerer/warlock bc she wasn't really vibing with paladin

#ch: lilith #bg3 #the aasimar mod is very cool this was a good choice #shame paladin didnt work for her tho. it *could*.#just not in bg3 #tbh every other paladin system just makes me miss PoE paladins. nobody does paladins like PoE

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soupandsorcery · 9 months

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In the morning, her neck hurts. It's like a bruise, throbbing and irritated, and whenever she turns her head, it flares up, reminding her of what she let Astarion do last night. Probably not one of her better ideas, but it worked out in the end. Which was for the best, because it would have been a pity to have to stake him. Astarion's funny.

Vesper stretches and then winces, getting dressed quickly. She checks her appearance in the little mirror she keeps on her, and there on her neck are two little fang marks. They're dully red and neat, evidence of the clean bite. When she presses her fingers to them, they feel warm, and the pain flares just a bit.

Hopefully they'll behave like any other scars. They'll trouble her for a bit and then fade away in time.

"Good morning."

Astarion's voice makes her turn. There's a brightness to his eyes that wasn't there before, but there's something guarded too. Like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Good morning," Vesper says back. "How do you feel?"

"I was going to ask you the same question."

She shrugs. "My neck hurts. How do you think I feel?"

His eyes look her over from head to toe, but for once, it lacks all the flirtatious teasing he's been pulling for the last week or so. It's just...curiosity. A different sort of interest.

"There's something...different about you," Astarion says. "About your blood."

Vesper raises an eyebrow, keeping her face neutral. Now that is something she didn't consider. It's been easy enough to hide her true nature from her new companions, and any slips she might have made have gone unnoticed with the tadpoles and the ticking time bomb they represent taking priority. But Astarion has been closer to her than anyone else. Intimately close, one could say.

"Different from rats and boars you mean?" they ask, affecting lightness.

Astarion picks up on it instantly. Takes a liar to know one, Vesper supposes. "No," he says, lifting an eyebrow. "Well, yes. But that's not what I mean. Your blood was...intense. Almost spicy in a way."

"Spicy?"

"Well, I don't know how else to describe it! It burned, but it wasn't an unpleasant heat. In fact, it was downright delicious. But definitely not normal."

"And how would you know? You said yourself you've never fed on a person before. Maybe this is just what humans taste like."

It's a poor attempt at deflecting, and Astarion brushes it aside easily. "It isn't. I can smell it now that I know what I'm looking for. You don't smell anything like Wyll or Shadowheart or even Lae'zel. A bit closer to Lae'zel, now that I think about it, but still. You're hiding something."

He sounds almost gleeful to say it, one hand on his hip, the other pointing at her with all the sass at Astarion's considerable command.

And all of a sudden, Vesper is tired. Tired of hiding, tired of the subtle disguise spell that changes certain parts of her. This far from Waterdeep, no one's heard of her, and while she'd been worried about Gale knowing, even he hadn't shown any sign of recognition. They'd relished the chance to shake off the mantle of their old life and be someone else for once, but she hadn't considered the burden of hiding so constantly.

She sighs and rolls her shoulders, the bite on her neck twinging with pain again. It keeps her head clear as she regards Astarion and makes a snap decision.

"You're right," they say. "And I suppose fair is fair. Come with me." They turn on their heel and start walking, pacing away from camp.

"I--wait!" Astarion calls after her, then scrambles to catch up. "You can't just say that and then walk away."

"I'm not doing this here," Vesper hisses. "Not where everyone can see."

"See what?" Astarion asks.

Vesper doesn't answer. They just keep walking with purpose towards a little cluster of trees, far enough away from the camp that they don't have to worry about anyone seeing this. She can only imagine what Shadowheart would have to say, if she knew. No, that's a bridge to be crossed later. Maybe much later, depending on how this goes with Astarion.

Astarion, who is waiting, tapping his foot with impatience that seems at odds with the rampant curiosity in his eyes.

"Well?" he drawls. "What have you dragged me out here to see? Oh--is this where you reveal that you've been in disguise all this time? Because I did wonder, you know."

"You...wondered?"

"Naturally. No one is that beautiful. Except me, but that's different."

Honestly, Vesper can't help but laugh. It tickles her down to her bones, and she goes with it, letting the spell she's had up almost constantly since being abducted finally drop.

It feels like breathing. Like taking the first true, deep breath she's had in days. Her wings spread out behind her, shimmering iridescent and white in the morning sun. She flaps them once, twice, and then lets them fall closed against her back. Her eyes shift from the plain, muddy brown they were magicked into, glowing silvery pale with radiant fire. Everything else, her face, her hair, her stature, remains the same.

Some people, apparently, are just that beautiful.

Astarion stares at her, mouth slightly agape. It's the most stunned she's ever seen him, and she grins, feeling suddenly, incredibly amazing.

"I think this is the longest you've gone without saying anything, Astarion. No witty quips?"

"You're an aasimar," Astarion breathes, and he sounds well and truly shocked. "Gods below."

"It's not as exciting as it seems," Vesper tells him. "I'm not some celestial messenger or anything. I'm from Waterdeep, and I was snatched out of a fighting pen by a bunch of mind flayers. The wings are the coolest part, honestly."

"They are quite impressive." Astarion is still staring, but he shakes himself, letting some of the wonder retreat behind his usual haughty pout. "Well, well, we are an interesting group, aren't we? At least that ship full of tentacled freaks had taste in their victims."

Vesper snorts. "Small comfort, but I guess you're right."

"My question is why trust me with this?"

"You trusted me."

Red eyes roll as Astarion scoffs. "That's different. You caught me in the act, and I got something out of it. What do you get out of this?"

"Last night you said you felt happy after feeding on me. Was that just because of the blood?"

There's a pause as Astarion thinks that over. "Mostly the blood, I suppose. Although, there is something to be said for not having to hide it anymore."

Vesper inclines their head to him. "Exactly. I just want to be me."

"It would be hypocritical of me to argue with that."

"It would," Vesper agrees cheerfully.

"I don't suppose you're feeling in a sharing enough mood to explain the fighting pen thing?"

She laughs at that, shaking her head. "Not right now. Maybe next time I let you feed off of me, I'll tell you."

"I'll hold you to that. Am I right in assuming you don't want the rest of our cohort to know about this just yet?"

"You are. I'll tell them eventually, but for now, you're the only one who can know."

"Dangerous, trusting the vampire spawn with a secret."

"Why, Astarion, just last night you told me I could trust you," Vesper says, pressing a hand over their chest dramatically.

He rolls his eyes again. "And I don't think you believed me for a moment."

"Not true. You're here, aren't you? Seeing this." She spreads her wings once more, enjoying the freedom to stretch them out while she can.

Astarion blinks and then glances away. "So I am. Well." He doesn't seem to know what to say to that, and Vesper figures she's pushed him enough for one moment.

She sighs and works her spell once more, hiding the wings, turning her eyes back to mundane brown. It feels worse now, than it did before, and she resolves that she's going to tell the rest of the group soon. And anyone else they encounter will just have to deal with it.

She's free of the pens now, and she doesn't plan to spend the rest of her life hiding. However long that might be. But for today, they have things to do. A druid to find, goblins to kill, and who knows what else.

It feels good to have someone know, though. To have at least one person see her. Vesper would not have assumed it would be Astarion, but somehow it works. It feels right in an odd way.

They're not going to delude themself that this is going to be some kind of turning point where she and Astarion become best friends and start sharing all their secrets, but...it's a start. It's something.

And Vesper has learned to take what she can get.

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #astarion #tavstarion #eventually anyway #noah oc: vesper #noah plays with words #the fantastical multiverse mod dropped and vesper got a whole new glow up #now they're a she/they aasimar #and yeah i know most aasimar can manifest their wings in the game mechanics #but i'm taking some liberties for the feelings

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cambion-companion · 4 months

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