#Bg3 Karlach

[azari-the-enby-geek]

"Hello, my name is Astarion Ancunín. You killed me, prepare to die"

bg3 the princess bride au ⚔️ no idea who vizzini would be

[firstknightvulion]

It’s them.

[baldurs-gape]

Astarion: You'd be held in contempt of the court.

Karlach: I don't know what contempt is but I'd love to be held.

[swordsbardkat]

After this conversation takes place, I like to think a mildly horrified Gale - taking her completely seriously - rummages through every stack of books he comes across to find the perfect book for his new friend.

[callmelyrus]

Yesss, Karlach the Riveter ❤️

The first Baldur's Gate print I did, Karlach as Rosie the Riveter! I actually got this signed by her voice actor, while I was cosplaying Karlach! I'll post some pics of it here soon, but it's also already on on insta! Also, this poster is available on my Etsy!

Etsy: https://molleybart.etsy.com

Insta: https://www.instagram.com/molley_b_art/

[karlachismylife]

Johnny's dead on the ground.

Correction: Johnny's dying on the ground. Time warps and stretches out, his last seconds dragging for ages long enough for galaxies to be born and die in blindingly white sparkles before his wide open eyes. His limbs grow cold and stiff, akin to pork legs hanging down in smelly rows inside a butcher's freezer - meat that went through a slaughterhouse, his temple stil throbbing after a bolt gun aimed at the fine cattle.

Slaughtered in a blink of an eye, no higher aim or meaning. Simple as that, just a young lamb down.

It burns, this spot, fevereshly hot, something steamy and moist leaking down his cheek and jawline. Feels like a branding iron stuck to his skin, warmth spreading around it through otherwise cooling off body. White pain so bad that hot and cold start to mix up, creating a stagnant, sickly burial shroud of warmth around him - it hovers, but doesn't touch him.

Leaves him without his last consolation.

His chest is compressed, barely able to move for another wheezing breath. A considerable weight pressing down on him, preventing from filling his lungs properly for what may be his last time - steel hoops stacked flush to each other tighten around his ribs. The fire that was burning through his temple finally eats through his flesh to his eyes.

His lashes flutter and he loses sight, stinging white finally replaced with a comfortable black.

Johnny's dead on the ground.

The weight on top of him shifts, relieving some of itself from his chest, and a blow of cool air hits the damp side of his face that was branded by that scorching heat, immediately making his skin prickle. Uncomfortable, Soap scrunches his nose and unwillingly opens his eyes.

There are two yellow feline eyes staring right back at him in front of his mug, and the moment they spot him move, a Cheshire cat smile spreads on the handsome face above, sharp fangs flashing. Something whips at his freezing knee.

"Hey, soldier," coos Karlach in a hushed tone, brushing the tip of her nose along his. "Got ya, eh? You're dead."

"Aye. KIA, bonnie. Ye'll havtae tell mah Mam."

With a sigh, now that the whole mass of a beefy tiefling isn't crushing his ribs, Soap wipes the temple she kissed and left the wetness of her breath on, and drops his wide spread arms in a dramatic gesture - or preparation to make a snow angel. The legs will probably be all fucked up after he got ambushed by Karlach and tumbled into the thick winter crystal blanket with her in a wrestling embrace.

"You'll tell her yourself. Come on, get up, it's your turn!" Karlach snorts, wrinkling her nose in an adorable snicker, and Johnny blinks at her as she rises to her feet with a grunt. There are rogue snowflakes stuck to his eyelashes, and they fracture the light in a way that creates a holy rainbow halo around her devilish horns.

"Hm... nae, Ah'm comfy 'ere." He grins and immediately gets rammed into his side, rolling over with a pained "oomf!" - the push Karlach gives him is softened by the thick winter attire, so Johnny needs to play up the ache. "Och! Did na yin teach ye nae tae kick who's already doon?"

"Get yer arse up, Johnny. Don't want ya freezing yer bollocks off, eh? Gonna need 'em later." Snow seems to forget it's crunchy and squeaky under heavy boots when it's Ghost walking up to them. Before Simon can scruff him, Johnny's already up and shaking wet white chunks off his ass with a huge grin plastered on his face.

"I'm not waiting for you, mate. You're it!" - is all they hear before Karlach turns into a bright red smudge on a snowy slope, her heavy footsteps sinking into the pliant cover on the ground.

"Well?" Simon raises an eyebrow and nods in the direction of the fleeing tiefling. "Your bird's flyin' away."

Good thing he's almost finished with his ciggy, because in the glossy blue eyes Johnny squints against the reflective brightness of the snow reads clear as day - Ghost is getting tagged next.

[reyl0ct]

The fact that all your other companions are upset at the fact that Mystra asks Gale to blow himself up does something to my heart 😭 the bond they all share ahhhhhhh

I'm gonna replay the cutscene bc the absolute saddest face my Tav has ever made when Gale is talking to him at camp after the convo with Elminster. My heart 💔

[n0ahsferatu]

scooby-doo ass gang fr

[ozumii-fucking-wizard]

The girlies of BG3

[adactaaries]

First set of portraits - done ✔️

[hekuuu]

a little self-indulgent comic :>

[hellions-heart]

putting bg3 point and click voicelines together to sound like a conversation has brought me great joy, so. here's gale, karlach, shadowheart, and astarion doing a terrible job of sneaking around

[amaamaranth]

Sometimes you've gotta dress your barbarian up real fancy, even if it makes her blush <3

[shivawalkerart]

"Because the person I trusted the most gave me away to the devil! "

[kaenellec]

[shadydruid]

Baldurs Gate 3 Origin Characters Oracle Cards! Almost all of them have been updated since I first posted them. The last one is my Durge Amaranthine 💜 Which card do you like the most?