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tired0artist · 18 days
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tired0artist · 3 months
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Are there any bg3 fandom discord servers?
I’d love to join one and talk about the game and other bg3 things. Like fanfiction, art, headcanons and stuff like that.
If not, then I’m down to co-create one, because that’s too much work for just me to do alone 😬
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tired0artist · 3 months
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| the drow |
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another day, another tav! this time it’s tavriel, she’s a half high elf/half drow, although physically she favours her drow side.
she’s also from my post about astarion’s spouse from before he was killed.
after writing some things from that idea, i sat down and this came along.
i really love her 😩💜💜
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tired0artist · 3 months
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Okay, but how funny is Tav’s dynamic? If they’re romancing Astarion, while being/ trying to be a good person?
Karlach: Tav? Oh I love them! THEY’RE THE SWEETEST PERSON AROUND!
*glares to the side*
Karlach: Unless he’s in the party with us…
*camera turns to Astarion, who just grins and waves with his bloody dagger, all while Tav quietly sobs in the corner, regretting their choices*
Karlach: Then they turn into an absolute menace…
Basically.
HE WAS THE BEST GUY AROUND
What about the people he murdered?
WHAT MURDA???????
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tired0artist · 3 months
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What if Astarion was married before getting killed? And what if his spouse was Tav?
Like Tav could be a high elf or at the very least a half high elf. So by the time of the game, they would be 230 something, which would still make them appear younger. (Late 20s, early 30s maybe? Elves live up to a 1000 so they would still be young)
Add an amnesiac vampire spawn, to a spouse that never got over their lover, and you have a beautiful and depressing story on your hands.
I might write this when I’m done with other things 👀 (I already have some scenes written down)
I would just love to explore this dynamic of Astarion just being frustrated and denying even being Tav’s husband, and Tav just being patient but not buying into any of his bullshit.
Also Spawn Astarion and Past Astarion would be almost completely different people. So Tav would have to navigate through years of trauma and very different experiences that Spawn Astarion went through. But still find pieces of their husband among them.
I’d love to have them just fall in love all over again, and find their happiness again.
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tired0artist · 3 months
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| the sun & the eclipse |
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(tav) tavèlia from my ascended astarion fic inspired by "Burn (Ascended Astarion animatic)" made by Vesper on YouTube.
>>•<< TW/ abuse, slight gore, >>•<<
For four hundred years all that remained was a doll, locked away but not forgotten. Never by him.
The grand doors opened, revealing Astarion as he dragged in a whimpering man.
“My darling!” he greeted, coming closer to where Tavèlia sat like a perfect statue. Her figure was draped in golden silks and opal stones, making her look almost like a personification of the sun. Especially with her too long honey hair, curling on the floors around her, gleaming in the candlelight.
“Oh, my darling. You’re a vision, as always.” he admitted, taking her in with greedy eyes, before snarking cruelly to the human he held “Not that you’d see.”
Not only did he bring Tavèlia the perfect victims to feed on. Astarion also carved out their eyes and tongues.
Eyes so that they may not lay a single glance at Tavèlia’s beauty. As it was only reserved for Astarion… no other being has seen her for a long time now.
And their tongues so that they couldn’t even think of sputtering insults at her, or worse. Least they’d try to kiss her… as if that would be something that happened.
“Come, come, don’t be shy.” he coaxed her, making Tavèlia stand up without a word and come closer, her red eyes empty and lost.
She didn’t even feel the thirst… she didn’t want to drink from them this way. At the beginning, Astarion provided her with glasses of blood, then once she got confident enough, she asked for it. There were no victims so to speak, she drank from those who let her and that was it.
It was after she was confined to this room that Astarion started to bring her fresh prey.
And as much as Tavèlia didn’t want to admit it… blood tasted and filled her up best, when it came from a living target.
Astarion of course knew that…
“There we go, my darling.” Astarion said as he forced the human on his knees, before leaning forward and kissing Tavèlia.
Even though her numbness Tavèlia felt her dead heart clench in her chest.
She loved him.
Oh how she still loved this monster that took her beloved’s form. She loved him like a flower loves the sun. How it needs it to flourish, to grow and to bloom.
Tavèlia loved him with all that was left. It wasn’t much, but it was all she had…
Read more here: | i want to live |
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tired0artist · 3 months
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tired0artist · 3 months
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you taught me the courage of stars before you left
how life carries on endlessly, even after death
with shortness of breath
you explained the infinite
how rare and beautiful it is to even exist
(-Saturn, Sleeping at Last)
Yes I’m completely fine why do you ask
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tired0artist · 3 months
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*Signing off an email*
Astarion: ‘Yours truly (and beautifully), Astarion’
Ascended Astarion: 👍
‘sent on iPhone’
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tired0artist · 3 months
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| ascended astarion x tav |
okay so, @themoonatmingitaw animatic rules my brain. and so here's a little wip, that i did in these past few days. it's not finished and i have no idea if this will become a fic, but i'd love to hear your thoughts!
also english is not my first language! and so there might be some mistakes, as it's also a raw version.
Tav = Tavarra (gave her a name, cause I've seen people do that)
WARNINGS: dark astarion, slavery, abuse
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Tavarra had a porcelain doll once. It sat on a bookshelf in her room, with shiny cheeks and pretty dress in a perfect condition, as young Tavarra did her best to dust her everyday. Throughout the years, the doll remained on that bookshelf and as Tavarra grew, she stopped dusting her as often.
She still loved her dear porcelain doll, it was hers was it not?
So as the years passed, the dust lingered and the doll was no longer as beautiful as it once was. Then, as Tavarra left her home, the doll’s fate became nothing but a stray thought, as it sat on the shelf, all alone. Forgotten with only dust and other pretty things from the shelf to keep her company…
Tavarra once envied the doll, it was so pretty. It didn’t have to study or do any chores… It was a simple task. 
To simply exist and be pretty… 
Tavarra no longer envied her precious doll. 
Not as she sat in a luscious room, surrounded by pretty things, all alone and forever waiting for someone to come and look. To come and dust her off…
She became Astarion’s precious pretty little porcelain doll. Forever chained, not to a shelf, but to a luxurious room. Dressed in the most beautiful of dresses, adorned with the wealthiest of jewellery and with her long hair brushed out. 
It didn’t used to be like this.
In the beginning, Astarion and her walked the same path. Tavarra might’ve been not but a spawn, but oh, she was much more than that. Astarion’s power extended to her, for a while at least…, he shared with her the beauty of immortality and the joys of being a daywalker. 
They danced during the day and fed at night, forever together.
Oh… but how quickly that forever came to an end…
Only roughly over a hundred years, it lasted. Then one by one, changes came. 
It started small, with words of adoration for Tavarra’s light blonde locks. 
“Truly magnificent, my darling.” he whispered that night, as his fingers brushed through her grown out curls. 
Tavarra had been meaning to cut it for some time now.
“Oh you musn’t, my sweet.” he purred, his lips dragging up her tan arm and finally settling against her jaw “I like it long… different from how you wore it before. It makes me appreciate the colour far more, like this.” 
She didn’t cut her hair. Not ever since then, not even when it started to drag behind her, joining the train of her dresses.
Then bit by bit, Astarion took from her. Not only what he gave, but what she herself had.
Her longbow and sword.
Now they hung above his throne, like a prize.
Her throne.
Back when she was allowed to walk amongst the halls freely, she sat beside him. Then a step down. After that it was all the way down the small steps to his throne. And finally she was perched upon his lap, as his hands travelled up and down her body.
Her lute.
It was put away in a crystal display in Astarion’s art gallery. 
Her armour.
Much like the lute, it met the same fate along with Astarion’s old armour. 
Her days in the sun.
Astarion worried for Tavarra’s safety… he wanted her off the streets, and so why should she need to be allowed out in the sun?
Her freedom…
“No!” she screamed, clawing at his shoulders as tears ran down her cheeks.
“No?” he chuckled, cupping her face in his palms “My love. This isn’t a discussion, I only want you with me. Always. Forever—”
“Astarion—”
His face twisted in anger, as his hands moved down, holding her neck “You wanted to be mine. And so you are mine. So why should you want to leave? Hm?” he shook her slightly, his grip tightening “Do you want to leave me?! Do you not love me, my darling?!”
Tavarra sobbed, unable to break the hold he had on her. Still, her nails clawed at his hands as she whispered.
“You’re hurting— me.”
Clarity that rarely came these days washed over him, as his hands retreated, coming to gently embrace her instead “Darling… oh, I am so very sorry.”
She cried against him, not having much of a choice, as the chains he put on her wrists and neck stole her strength.
“I only want to keep you safe. Safe and sound, like you deserve, my sweet Tavarrra.” he whispered, petting her hair slowly “All of this is for you… for us.”
Tavarra just cried, taking whatever moment of comfort that she could from him. 
Stealing from him, just as he stole from her.
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tell me what you think and please go watch the animatic that inspired this! it's so freaking good!
although i don't think that i'd quite follow the ending... no matter how perfect and beautiful it is. i'm too weak for that :(((((
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tired0artist · 3 months
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| astarion |
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small sketch from starbucks 👀 i am loving this small sketchbook i swear!
also astarion brainrot is REAL
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tired0artist · 3 months
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It's been centuries since Astarion ascended. Tav cannot do this anymore.
The Baldur's Gate brainrot is real.
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tired0artist · 3 months
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“ have we met before ? “
Goodness i dont know what to call this au 😭 Maybe it’s hundreds of years in to the future? Maybe Astarion meets Tav again after so much time has passed
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tired0artist · 3 months
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Going back and rewriting your own fic, that was like the second biggest thing you wrote… it makes you lose brain cells 😐
Like, I can see that I grew as both a person and a writer (it’s been like over 4 years so it’s good to see that you’re not stuck in one place). But it’s tough to read it and not cringe lol
Also, it’s a lot of work. I honestly think that I would have been easier to just start over
But I guess that I just love to work harder than I need to lol
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tired0artist · 4 months
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| freya |
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hi! i recently bought a small sketchbook, but i haven’t used it much, until today! so here’s a small sketch of freya that i made while i was out!
honestly, the world needs more freya content 💗💗💗
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tired0artist · 4 months
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| daughter of war |
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“Just off the shore was an island. Atreus reached out with his senses, and … Yes, there was a single soul there. Young and … sad in a hollow way. As though it was weary of grief, but didn’t know what else to do without it. And it was lonely.” —“Chapter Two: Daughter of War” from “Of Atreus and Calliope”
me again 🙋‍♀️ i wanted to try making a background, so while i’m fixated on @arleniansdoodles work, i figured that i can just draw something from it. and so, here’s depressed calliope in the elysium 😶
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tired0artist · 4 months
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| you’re not alone now |
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once again @arleniansdoodles new chapter was just perfect and i couldn’t help myself but draw a scene from “Of Atreus and Calliope”
i am obsessed with them. i am just shsnbskemsns—- i love their dynamic and just how soft atreus is with calliope 😭 these two hold my heart and soul 💗
THEY’RE A SET. DO NOT SEPARATE 😡
i also just know that kratos would be so proud of his boy and so so happy that his daughter has someone like atreus… DAMMIT this makes me want to cry 😭
as always, i want to thank the writer and urge everyone to RUN and read this beautiful piece of work 💗
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