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a-cabin-in-midgard · 2 days

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Commission completed for @ leithan_dekarios on Instagram.

Models and assets were extracted from Baldur's Gate 3

#daz3dart #a cabin in midgard #dazart #render #gale dekarios #tav bg3 #tav oc

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justcallmefox89 · 23 hours

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Gale and the Gith: Chapter Eighteen - Voyeur

A worried Gale searches for X'aa'nath after he takes too long to clean up/watching someone bathe trope.

TW: masturbation, voyeurism, Gale proving just how much of a switch he is, m/m sex acts, it's just filth honestly.

Gale glances towards the shoreline and nervously worries the sleeve of his wizard’s robe.

He’s been gone a long time, surely it wouldn’t hurt to –

“Darling, I’m sure he’s perfectly fine.”

Gale jumps, startled by the vampire who has suddenly crept up right beside him. He places a hand over his thundering heart and scowls at Astarion.

“But if you were to go check on him, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. Maybe he needs help washing those hard to reach places, hm?” The vampire grins at him suggestively, fangs glinting in the fading sunlight.

Gale hesitates, worry for X’aa’nath warring with his desire for propriety, but worry eventually wins out. “I’m going to go check in on him. But only because I’m worried! Not for any… other reasons.”

“Of course, darling, of course.” Astarion smirks, entirely unconvinced.

Gale picks his way towards the water, weaving through the trees and rocks that line the water’s edge. His worry spikes when he’s unable to spot X’aa’nath, and he halts, listening for telltale signs of the sorcerer. Faint splashing has him changing course, meandering further to the west. Gale eventually spots X’aa’nath’s belongings on the shoreline, clean towels and clothing scattered about but no sign of the gith himself. Just as he’s prepared to charge into the water and search for the other man himself, X’aa’nath surfaces, breathing in deeply and shaking his damp hair out of his eyes.

Gale knows he should announce himself, gods he knows he should, but something urges him further back into the shadow of the trees, wanting to observe X’aa’nath for just a little longer. Gale’s breath quickens as X’aa’nath stands, water sluicing off his body, and moves towards the shore. The sorcerer’s body is whipcord lean; lithe, firm muscles forged by years of battle training and hardship bulge and relax as he walks through the water. His stomach is concave, his ribs visible through his skin. Gale’s hand wanders over his chest and trails down his stomach as he takes in the graceful arch of X’aa’nath’s neck, the smooth lines of his throat and jaw, the erotically alien curves and serrations of his ears. He hesitates at the waistband of his trousers, groaning as X’aa’nath licks strays droplets of water from his full lips, a flash of sharp teeth as his lips part. The very thought of those soft lips and sharp teeth against his skin causes Gale to come undone, and his hand slips below the thin fabric of his trousers and closes around the heated skin of his rigid cock.

In all of the times Gale had imagined X’aa’nath, all those nights alone in his tent palming himself and silently asking for forgiveness for conjuring such vivid, salacious imagery of the sorcerer, his fantasies are nothing compared to the reality of finally seeing X’aa’nath bare before him.

The wizard moans quietly, squeezing the base of his cock in an effort to stave off the orgasm that is rapidly approaching. His eyes stay focused on X’aa’nath, drinking in the way his skin seems to glow in dusky sunlight, how his hair flows down his back and caresses his skin. The fingers of Gale’s free hand twitch, yearning to stroke X’aa’nath’s skin, to feel the firmness of his muscles, to tease and pleasure every inch of X’aa’nath’s body until he cries out and begs for release.

Gale strokes his cock slowly, using his thumb to spread his oozing pre-cum over the sensitive head, shuddering at the intensity. He studies X’aa’nath’s long, muscular legs with the concentration of a lover and a scholar, imagining them wrapped around his waist as he slowly rocks into X’aa’nath, burying his cock deep inside him, kissing his throat and basking in his lover’s ecstatic cries. Gale’s eyelids flutter and he fights back a throaty sigh as the muscles in his thighs tighten and heat begins to build low in his belly.

X’aa’nath turns, exposing his back, and Gale bites his fist to silence a guttural moan as the hand around his cock begins to move faster, pre-cum oozing steadily now, the sound slick and obscene in the silence of Gale’s private hiding space. Gale imagines biting X’aa’nath’s shoulder and digging his fingers into his back as X’aa’nath fucks into him rough and fast, praising him in Gith as his cums deep side him. He fantasizes about kissing the two dimples at the small of X’aa’nath’s back, before shoving him against one of the many bookcases in his tower and slowly pressing his cock in the sorcerer's firm, tight ass.

Gale’s breathing grows ragged as X’aa’nath begins to towel off, and he finds himself jealous, wishing to lick away every stray drop of water on his body. He wants to fall to his knees before the sorcerer and beg him to use his mouth as he pleases, to grip his hair and force his hard cock past his eagerly waiting lips. Gale wants to feel X’aa’nath’s thighs shudder beneath his hands as he spills into his mouth. The imagined taste of X’aa’nath’s spend is what propels Gale over the edge and the ferocity of his orgasm darkens his vision for a moments as his spills into his hand.

He continues to watch X’aa’nath as he dresses, leisurely stroking his still hard cock, now sticky with his own cum, teasing out the aftershocks of his orgasm, still lost in his fantasies.

The sun has full set once X’aa’nath has finished and Gale is finally able to emerge from his hiding place, sticky and vaguely shameful. The wizard makes his way to the water for an impromptu bath of his own, unable to chase thoughts of X’aa’nath from his mind. Any hope that this is fleeting attraction has been utterly banished, but he’s still unsure how to proceed. The orb is dangerously unstable, the tadpole is an ever present threat, the Absolute endangers all of Faerun but in the moment, all that matters is finding a way to call X’aa’nath his.

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taveliara-as-in-tav · 2 days

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Happy Birthday

to myself I guess, haha.

I randomly came up with this idea and just had to draw it xD.

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dysfunctional-cryptid · 2 days

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My height and body type comparisons for Zante and Astarion.

Zante is a tall enby tiefling, built for cuddles.

I swear I’m drawing more, I’ve just got some commissions I’m working on!

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tadpole-apocalypse · 2 months

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Make sure to keep your vampire happy! They are delicate creatures🩸

#baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion x tav #bg3: morgan #tav oc #my art

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mintytealfox · 8 months

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Sometimes you need alone time in self-made luxury (sandcastle you made) lol

Gale was dumbfounded until he decided why not and then pushed babysitting duties onto the bf Astarion

#bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate #minty art #gale #bg3 gale #bg3 tav #tav oc #oc: enver #minty doodles #let to stupidity continue lol #some times you just gotta zen out with Enya on BLAST

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akdrpa · 6 months

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True story

#baldur's gate 3 #wyll ravengard #astarion #myart #tav oc

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my-maehem · 8 months

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Every time he smirks like that I just start ascending

#he is the best girl #gale dekarios #bg3 #bg3 memes #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 gale #bg3 tav #bg3 astarion #astarion #Gale #tav #tiefling #bg3 shitpost #bg3 oc #gale x tav #tav oc #oc: hemera tav

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thechaoticdruid · 4 months

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Winnie refuses to die y'all.

Edit: Just leaving a note for some of y'all. My Tav is a human so short lifespan but she still refuses to die.

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion my beloved #astarion x reader #astarion romance #bg3 tav #my tav #astarion x oc #tav headcanons #female tav #tav oc

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tealfling · 5 months

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So, all us Tav F/Body Type 1 peeps were all "Awe, look! Tav has to get on tippie-toe to kiss Astarion! How cute <3!"

Meanwhile, camera mod people: "Ugh, y'all know he's grabbing a double handful of that dat ass and lifting them up to him, right?"

We did not. May you never role a 1 and your clerics always have you #Blessed

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ju-liczka · 5 months

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Squid flootin

Or at least he tries...

How long would it take a skilled bard to relearn how to play the flute with tentacles instead of lips???

And I think that with some more practice it could be possible 😤

Original sketch~

#I wasn't sure if I should make the emperor call him 'my little bard' but I couldn't stop myself #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #illithid #mind flayer #mind flayer bg3 #the emperor #the emperor bg3 #the emperor x tav #mind flayer tav #tav oc #my art

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kelandrin · 4 months

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Tav Question

Is your tav taller, shorter, or the same height as their love interest?

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spacebarbarianweird · 5 months

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Heartbeat

A short fluff for BG3 Winter Holiday Challenge.

Prompt: Snow&Ice

Tags: fluff, pregnancy

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Astarion gasps as the freezing grasp of the nightmare lets him go. He doesn't remember what exactly decided to torment his mind this time, but it wasn't anything pleasant, that's for sure.

For a few seconds, Astarion can't understand where he is. It's a dark room with a low wooden ceiling. The blizzard howls, threatening to freeze to death anyone who dares step outside.

"Hm?", he hears a sweet sleepy voice. Gentle hands wrap around his body. "Nightmares again?"

Astarion turns his face to you. The warmth of your body returns him to reality, washing away the dirt of the cruel visions.

"It's all right", he whispers back. "Sleep."

You adjust yourself to his body, intertwining your legs with his and placing your head on his chest. You are so close he can hear blood streaming through your veins.

Before, he could ask you for blood. But not now.

Your rounded belly rests on his stomach. Your half-elven body easily betrays your pregnancy - it's visible to everyone with eyes.

And Astarion is scared. That is probably what came to him in the nightmare. Something about this thing that's so natural for mortals and so unnatural for the undead.

Pregnancy.

He caresses the belly trying to concentrate on something else. On something good.

But, gods know, it's difficult.

"Astarion, you are starving. You need to go on a hunt", you whisper to him, finally opening your eyes.

"I didn't know you were so eager to become a single mother", he chuckles. "It's too cold even for me"

"Maybe you will ask someone in the town? They will gladly share animal blood with you."

"Trust me, they tolerate me only because not once in these five years I've tried to feed on something that belongs to them. Vampires can live without food for years, love. I can wait at least a day before the blizzard ends."

You sigh and tug him closer. He can see your freckles, these gorgeous sunmarks. Red hair. Half-elven ears.

He still can't fathom this idea. It's something abstract, unreal. Just a word without a meaning. Your body is changing. Sometimes you have such insane mood swings he has no idea what to do. And you feel so delicate in his arms that he is afraid to hurt you.

"Are you afraid?", you finally ask.

"Yes. I am."

A pleasant silence falls once again.

"Me too. Considering how shitty my own mother was, it's not like I have a healthy maternity example. On the bright side, I have a very clear idea of what I am not supposed to do with an innocent child."

"It will probably be a dhampir, love. Aren't you afraid of that? That it's just a monster inside you?"

"I willingly went to bed with you. What else would I expect?"

You hug him tight and he is lost in your breathing and the heartbeat. So alive. So kind. So brave.

He willingly went to bed with someone whose weapon of choice is a two-handed axe he can't even lift. Someone who could easily pet a dragon. What else did he expect? Of course you aren't afraid of monsters.

But it doesn't mean he isn't scared of the future to come.

"I am cold", you suddenly say.

"I am sorry", he tries to pull away - his cold body isn't a great source of warmth.

"Don't move!" you tighten your muscles not allowing him to go.

"I will make you colder."

"So what?"

He gives up and keeps enjoying your warmth. Does the baby have this warmth, too? Or it's more undead than mortal? It bugs Astarion that he hasn't found any information on how the pregnancy is supposed to progress if the child is a dhampir.

Does it even have a heartbeat?

It seems like you have fallen asleep once again. He smiles, studying your face in the dark.

The sound of a blizzard lulls him so is your breathing. Nothing to be afraid of. The past is past, no matter how horrible it was.

And then Astarion hears another sound.

He can't understand what this is and is surprised that your heartbeat feels so weak.

Then he hears yours, loud and stong.

And the other one, weak and hardly identified by his sharp senses.

It seems like he flinches because you are awake again.

"What is it?"

Astarion sits up and puts his hands on the belly. The tears flow down his pale face and he doesn't try to wipe them away.

"My love, what happened?" you reach out for his curls and touch the tip of the right ear.

"I-", the words are stuck in his throat. "It's the heartbeat. I can hear our child's heartbeat!"

Astarion tugs you closer for a kiss. He laughs joyfully, muttering words of gratitude in Elven as if forgetting how to speak Common all of a sudden.

You spend what looks like an eternity in each other arms. Then, you pull away a bit.

"Astarion. I am so sorry to ruin the moment but I am dying of hunger, too. Can we go downstairs? I will fetch something for myself and the baby."

He chuckles. "Don't be ridiculous, darling. You stay in the warmth under the blanket and I will cook for you."

"You?" you laugh innocently. You've been together for twenty years and Astarion rarely has to cook only if you fell so sick he has to feed you.

"Well, I suppose our child won't drink blood. So, I have a few more months to learn how to prepare food."

"At least let me help you before you burn the house", you reach out for him and he lifts you in the air. "Will you get me back on my feet?"

"No, why should I?"

You put your head on his chest. "All right, then. Carry us downstairs, my beautiful husband!"

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