#Wyll/Everyone

[darthbloodorange]

Receiving Care

Rating: Gen Universe: Baldur's Gate 3 Pairings: Gale Dekarios/Halsin/Karlach Cliffgate/Lae'zel/Shadowheart/Tav/Wyll Ravengard Characters: Gale Dekarios, Halsin, Karlach Cliffgate, Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Tav, Wyll Ravengard Warnings: None Major Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship, Polyamory, Cuddling & Snuggling, Caretaking, Polyamorous Wyll Because I said so ❀◝(⁰▿⁰)◜❀, Unnamed Tav, Unspecified Gender Tav, Gale Cooks, Protective Lae'zel, Wyll Ravengard Needs a Hug, It's not really meantioned but I picture Selunite Shadowheart in this, Devil Wyll Ravengard, POV Wyll Ravengard Word count: 200 - Double Drabble

Summery: Wyll receives some care from all his lovers.

For the: ✦ Wyllmancer Week - Horn Care [Day 4]

Read below or on AO3 >HERE<

Wyll doesn't think he's ever felt this much happiness. This much calm and safety. Not since he was exiled, at any rate.

Halsin's nice, warm body lay under him. He buries his face into the crook of Halsin's neck, snuggling close. Trying to calm his breathing.

Shadowheart sits beside him, mixing herbs and oils. Preparing something that she assures him would make his horns feel much better. A recipe she'd searched for, just for him. She mumbles under her breath as she works. Every now and again, she'd look up from her work and smile at him.

Karlach's hands rub all over his body, soothing his aches with her hot touch. His muscles loosen and give under her ministrations. He was liquid in her hands. A happy goo.

Tav focuses on his horns. Scrubbing them gently with a steamed cloth that smells faintly of Gale's tea.

Gale cooks dinner, reading poetry aloud as he does so. He lets his mind wander as he listens, imagining the worlds the words paint.

Lae'zel sits off to the side, watching them all protectively. Not needing to watch his back- or anyone else's- Wyll drifts off, falling deeper asleep than he'd managed in months.

THE END

[weatherbane]

halsin: -mermaid hair flip- everyone else: pathetic bleating

[ribbonentrails]

Took a long time to complete my first run, so it's only right to celebrate it by doing an equally long piece of the companions 🫶

[sloshi]

Swamp Star | Baldurs Gate 3

[keperaz]

game of the year !

[tadpole-apocalypse]

Posting all these together…I just think they look nice

[elminster-big-naturals]

when its 4am and the whole squad is zooted out their gourds trying to read the overhead menu in mcdonalds

[raintides]

i wanted to draw the entire tadpole squad but forgot i am super not great at drawing group pictures. send help

[noctude]

just been figuring out how to draw all these guys

[whimperingwizard]

BG3 + tumblr posts III

[artist-rat]

return of the shenanigang! 🎪 no feature to let karlach win plushies at arcade games? shh it's canon anyways 💯🧸🧸 (wyll is being told bad puns to distract him from dribbles' fate. astarion has stolen back the entirety of their coin which they lost spinning the wheel too many times)

[dathen]

Know what absolutely kills me about Wyll is that his mantra is “it’s okay, the only person it’s hurting is me”

He’s forced into selling his soul to save the city: “I can’t regret it, it saved people and the only person it’s hurting is me”

Letting Karlach live knowing it will violate his contract: “The only person it will hurt is me”

Putting himself in danger endlessly so at least the powers he has will go to some use before he’s dragged to hell, knowing it risks him dying young and being trapped there early: “The only person it will hurt is me.”

I know for a fact that if he were given the power to make the decision re: selling his soul again to save his father in act 3, he would do exactly that. The only person it hurts is him, and over and over he’s marked himself an acceptable casualty in any situation.

[lovetositinsilence]

the duke’s son

prints available!! here

[fattylime]

the full piece for @bg3zine !

I also really recommend checking out everyone's pieces here, there's a lot of really amazing people that helped work on, and put together this zine <33 (also cheers that i finally got to work on a zine which i've wanted to do for ages so thank you for having me :'))

[blackjackkent]

More explorations through the parsed dialogue files. The nymph in Sharess's Caress (the one whose Fist client turns into a mind flayer) offers you a "moment of ecstasy" in return for saving her life - and apparently there are some character-specific dialog options for all of the origin characters (minus Lae'zel and plus Minsc) regarding their deepest desires. And I'm kinda having a lot of feelings about it.

Naoise Nallinto: The all-being. Here, there is no suffering. Here, you want for nothing. Here, you are anything. You have one word. Tell me: what will you be?

DARK_URGE: Sane. Naoise Nallinto: You are sane. Time dances on in sequence, the winding path of time evens, and becomes straight. With a quiet head, you can once again hear the song of the birds and the wind in the grass. You pluck a flower, and it does not bleed.

SHADOWHEART: Whole. Naoise Nallinto: You are whole. Within and without, free from expectation and the crushing burden of solitude.You are the entirety of you. Every path outward leads to adventures yet unknown. Every path inward leads to dreams eternally fulfilled.

ASTARION: Safe. Naoise Nallinto: You are safe. The winds of fate blow you to the warmest of hearths in the most cordial of inns. Your seething passions lead only to pleasure. The touch of the sun comforts your flesh, but never burns it.

KARLACH: Alive. Naoise Nallinto: You are alive. Your senses vibrate with sensation - smell, taste, touch, sound, sight. All alert to the beauty of now. The sound of your heart - your heart - beats a steady rhythm: Hello, hello, hello.

GALE: Wise. Naoise Nallinto: You are wise. The erudition of the ages flows through you and from you, illuminating the scholars who seek your counsel. You know yourself, for such is the beginning of all wisdom. When souls would drink the waters of learning, you are their font.

WYLL: Free. Naoise Nallinto: Then be free. You are an eagle, the most divine of messengers, soaring above the peak of Mount Sundabar. No man or woman, no devil or demon, no goddess or god dares confine you within one border or one creed.

MINSC: Minsc. Naoise Nallinto: Er - you are Minsc. You are the most Minsc. Wherever you go, there is only Minsc. Every step, every breath, every thought shall be - the Minsc-est. (DEVNOTE: Confused but making it work.)

[venusmage]

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