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okay, lemme go on a tiny rant here that might piss some people off..

I’m a tad bit annoyed at the way pronouns for Tav are used in the BG3 fandom, because the more I look through BG3 related posts that mention Tav, it’s just like IMMEDIATELY assumed that Tav is female and therefore most of the time, Tav is referred to with she/her pronouns and it’s just like HUH??

you guys do realize, that men and nonbinary folks play this game, right? and that the concept of Tav IN ITSELF basically means “player insert of no specific gender that lets the player choose which pronouns and name are used for them”

and you just assume, that everyone has a female Tav?? What??

it’s just really frustrating to me, that we have this character in the fandom that is BY ALL MEANS entirely unspecified in basically ALL DETAILS apart from the fact that they go through the story of BG3, in however shape or form they may do that

maybe only I personally am pissed off by this, since I’m a person that only uses they/them and he/him pronouns and gets pretty strong dysphoria from imagining myself as female, but I’ve noticed that I’m not the only non female person that gets annoyed at this

sure, if the author of, for instance a fanfic, clarifies, that Tav is specifically female in the scenario that they wrote, then I (and everyone else that feels this way) don’t have any right to complain about that, it was specified

but very often, the she/her pronouns and all kinds of feminine features are just randomly thrown at the reader, without the gender of Tav ever being discussed before and that just frustrates me

I’m not saying that I have anything against people writing fanfic or scenarios with a female Tav in mind, but it would just be nice if they could clarify that in the description of it, before I go and read it only to be disappointed by the fact that they were writing about a female/afab Tav the entire time

yeah sorry this became really long, but it’s just something I’ve noticed recently and it’s been annoying me quite a bit, so here you go

again, I don’t mean any disrespect towards any writer, I just personally think that it would be way easier to either 1. just use they/them pronouns for Tav or 2. specify the gender of Tav in the description of the fanfic beforehand

"I no longer dream, only nightmares of those who died”

Howdy! I've finally had time to work on the next part of the story about my friend and I's tavs from BG3! This is part 4 and it is going to broken into smaller parts just because of how big I am planning this part to be. Hope you enjoy! WC:728 Previous part here!

Astarion rolled his eyes after Wendigo, or Nyx, walked away from them. Honestly, it was confusing trying to keep up with everything that has happened in the weeks he has traveled with Creed. He loved the display of power from the female wizard, but if this was the same woman Creed talked about in camp, he wasn’t amused. “You gotta be joking...that's the Nyx you've told me about? This—this person that you talked so highly about that would take a blade for you in battle?” Creed was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t even hear what Astarion was saying. He thought he knew who his sister was, but did his memory betray him? Was she truly gone? Creed refused to believe whatever Nyx did was just a pure display of power. She would never just kill people without a reason. “There’s something else happening here...besides the obvious—Nyx isn’t like this I-” “It’s been months since you’ve seen her. People change, darling.” Astarion interrupted Creed. Deep down, Creed knew that already. He knew people could change because he had seen it within the group he travels with, but it didn’t change the fact that this was his sister. He wanted to know why she turned so cold and heartless.

“You're right…” It was hard to admit that Astarion was right, but there was no point in arguing about it right now. They had to meet up with her at some point, finish their journey here, and continue the road to Baulder’s Gate.

They restocked on supplies and tried to avoid talking to many people, so they didn’t run the risk of blowing their cover. Then they went to meet Nyx outside, where she told them she would be. When Creed saw her, he noticed how easy it was for her to blend in with the others. She didn’t even look phased by everything going on here, and the way people would look at her with fear was rather a beautiful sight, but Creed would never admit those thoughts out loud. He had his own secrets and holes in his memories, so maybe now that he found his sister, she could give him some form of closure; maybe make him realize he’s not much different than her. Maybe once this is all over, she will be willing to put those pieces together, but there’s always a fine line between hopefulness and naivety. Before Nyx saw Creed’s party approaching her, she quickly put a dark violet fabric into her pocket. That didn’t go unnoticed by Astarion, but he wouldn’t bring it up. They were all ready to head out on their mission to help Nyx just keep up the appearance of True Souls. Creed saw how she picked up a lantern that glowed with a beautiful light. Almost like a full moon. “You’ll need this to protect all of you from the shadows.” Creed took the lantern while still trying to resist the urge to ask why they needed it, but quickly remembered that anyone who doesn’t have the Moon maiden’s blessing, or anyone who is a follower of Shar, couldn’t walk freely in the shadows. He could see how Nyx quickly gave it over. Did she feel so disgusted by how Creed changed, or was she afraid of him? This seemingly powerful woman being afraid of him was never a thought that had crossed his mind. “Where exactly are we going?”

Creed asked the question they all wanted to know. The only information they were given was that Nyx needed to find this guy named Baltazar. “There’s a Grand Mausoleum located about north-west of here; there’s an entrance to the Temple of Shar, where supposedly Baltazar last was ordered to go.” “Temple of Shar? Shadowheart would’ve had a field day if she were here…” Creed thought to himself. Shadowheart was told to stay in camp by the others until they found information about the Nightsong, but after finding Nyx, plans had to change. He can handle Shadowheart being mad at him, but working with someone who is supposedly on the enemy side could lead to some complications. Shadowheart would’ve tried to talk Creed out of even doing all of this, and maybe she would’ve been right, but he needed answers. He needed to know what happened to the sister he remembered.

“Alright… lead the way.”

“...Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves.”

Howdy! this is the continuation of "When does a man become a monster" Hope you enjoy WC : 981 (It is shorter than the previous Sorry >.<) Reminder : I do this for fun and will upload as I finish each part!

The weeks she had spent at Moonrise were what she would call uneventful. She wasn’t able to find any information about how to kill Kethric, minus the information that he is using some form of relic to keep his immortality. Where this relic was located, she hadn’t figured out yet. At least it wasn’t completely boring. She was able to have some form of authority alongside Kethric to keep some order throughout Moonrise, but there was no sign of her brother. He became merely a memory during her time spent in the shadowlands. She accepted the fact that he was gone forever. Deep down, she believed she deserved to be alone. Neither friends nor family. She was alone in this abyss of darkness, and she allowed it to consume her. Every creature that walked through the doors of the tower was at her and Kethric’s mercy, and that gave her the feeling of what power could be. She thrived off the fear people would have when they were told they had to answer her before Kethric found out anything. It was almost like a high that she did not want to come down from. As long as she could forget everything before she came all the way to this region, she was happy. She didn’t have to think about Bhaal, she didn’t have to worry about Orin, and she didn’t have to remember all her failures here. She was finally getting a taste of what it was like to be like her brother. He was the right hand man for everything, while she always came in second, the last resort if he failed. However, she would be better than him. She wouldn’t let the power get to her head. She would do this the way she was trained to do it. 

Wendigo and General Thorm were in the throne room. There were goblins there that failed to bring a 'true soul' here, and along with them, just not following orders. The goblins were pleading, trying to make there case, as Wendigo stood there at attention, waiting for her next command for what she needed to do. Standing there by where General Thorm was sitting on his throne, Wendigo commanded the three goblins before her to speak about how they failed to do such a simple task that was supposed to be carried out. A simple task that a child could've handled on their own. 

"I did as I was told! Followed every order that was given-" 

"The facts suggest otherwise. You were ordered to retrieve the artifact- you failed to do so."

Wendigo cut off the goblin that was trying to plead her case. She sounded cold, commanding like a solider. All she knew, based on the information given to her, was that these goblins failed to carry out a task given by the Kethric.

"Take that up with Minthara! She was the one who-"

"Enough!"

Wendigo stepped forward from where she was standing, still holding her place near the General. It looked like she was daring the goblin to continue speaking. It would be satisfying to see their tongues cut out of their mouths, or maybe ripping out their vocal chords would be a better punishment

"You failed to retrieve the artifact; you failed to protect your True Soul-"

"NYX!!" 

A familiar voice echoed throughout the throne room. Wendigo saw a man stepping forward as she was about to continue to tear into the goblins about their failures, only to see the man stopped in his tracks by a pale elf with white hair and red eyes.

“A vampire? Way out here ?”

She thought as she looked at the group that just interrupted what was happening. She looked up at the person who spoke her name. Only one person would know it unless-

"Creed..."

She whispered under her breath. She just wanted to run up to him and hug her brother, but she didn’t understand why he called her by her birth name. Was this a trick ? Is he just playing one of his stupid games to make everyone doubt her? She was confused by everything in this moment. Who were the others he was traveling with outside of the pale elf ? Who was the human traveling with him? Were there others? She hesitated to speak, but her hesitation didn't go unnoticed as she saw Kethric rise from his throne.

"Is there a problem, Wendigo? "

She took a deep breath in, and soon enough, her facade was replaced by the cold, heartless person she was moments before. She straightened her posture and held her chin high.

"No, General."

"Good. We are too close to the ending and the new beginning. I can coddle failure no longer. Kill them. Quickly."

Kethric commanded, and with that, the goblins started getting mad. How cute they think they can take him Soon enough, with all the yelling, one of the goblins threw a harbringer at Kethric. Wendigo had to hold back a laugh because everyone who didn't know Kethric's little secret was about to witness that he couldn't be killed. Not that easily, but of course Wendigo knew the source of his power. 

Once the harbringer made contact with Kethric’s chest, he fell back into his throne, but he soon got back up and ripped it out of his chest like it was nothing. He walked over to the goblin that threw the weapon at him, dropped it at his feet, and with a blink of an eye, the goblin was dead. The room fell silent for a moment before Kethric spoke up once more.

"Dispose of the rest as you see fit, or take advantage of our surprise guest. Regardless, I'm sure the results will send a clear message to the troops on the importance of discipline."

He looked over at Wendigo to make sure she understood.

"Of course. It will be handled."