#and astarion = halfling

[larvalchimera]

race swap au doodles

[chapachi]

Sorry the scene make me think about this meme -

[wellen-katze]

doodle gnome kisses for astarion haha tbh the animations for short races are just too cute

karlach bonus

[corelle-vairel]

So the playthrough as my halfling is going.. great

[berryless]

He didn't remember hugs.

Now, passionate embraces in the heat of the night—those Astarion had plenty of. Touches and squeezes during the flirty banter, limbs intertwined under the table, hands casually teasing the private parts in a promise to do more once they get to the room, or on the way there.

Any and all physical contact that people made during sex, Astarion had everything.

Hugs were different.

He saw them sometimes, from the corner of his eye. Rarely, since he wasn't frequenting the establishments that promoted this sort of pure interactions amongst its visitors. Sometimes he scoffed and laughed at fools cuddling together amidst the bodies rolling in the drunken swill. Jeered at them for being much too softhearted for being regulars of such sordid places.

Envied—though he was hardly comfortable putting the idea into thoughts.

It didn't stop him from wondering how that felt all the same.

Tav's hot hands cradled his back, lightly patting and stroking it. Her sigh ruffled his hair, tickling his skin, as Astarion froze, not moving, nothing in his head.

Tav chuckled and squeezed him closer, lightly rocking from side to side.

Astarion hesitated, but ultimately gave in, hugging her back.

It felt…nice.

Warm.

Not completely comfortable, since he was standing on his knees to bring himself to the same height, but Astarion strangely found this mild inconvenience reassuring, because otherwise it would've been much too perfect for him to bear the feeling. Having at least a teaspoon of nuisance in this honeypot made it easier to swallow. He still had the difficulty swallowing it, as they lumped together into a swollen knot. His hands shook—indiscernibly so, but Astarion was aware of the most minuscule tremors in his own body.

A part of him wanted to turn this into something more sensual, sexual, simple. Safe and known. If not that, than at least into a joke, to diffuse the suddenly heavy atmosphere.

He tried to, but couldn't speak properly through a lump in his throat.

He hugged Tav closer, breathing in her scent, and warmth, and life.

"Nice, isn't it?" she chuckled, patting his back.

Her cheek pressed against his ear, soft and squishy, perfectly biteable. Yet he ignored the itch in his teeth, and hugged her closer still, a sudden shudder running through his body—why, he couldn't tell.

"Good," Astarion agreed, his voice muffled and quiet, barely audible.

He had to wonder no more.

He didn't remember hugs.

He wanted to remember this.

[sorcerous-caress]

Companions with a Halfling Tav

[Fluff, kind reader, chubby reader, halfling reader, nb!reader]

[Wyll, Karlach, Gale, Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Astarion, Halsin, Minthara]

Wyll

Anyone seeing the two of you together wouldn't have believed that you were strangers who met less than a month ago. The playful teasing, the wholehearted smiles, and the comfort at being at each other's sides.

You really had a way to wrap every human you meet around your fingers, like you were an old friend they haven't met in a long time. It didn't take long for Wyll to feel at ease around you.

Your kind nature, your beautiful smile and your cheery demenour. You've always known how to brighten the mood and lift someone up even on their worst days.

Each meeting with Mizora left a sour taste in the aftermath, yet you've washed it down with each warm drink you handed to Wyll afterwards. Looking up at him from below, he felt his heart melt at the concerned look in your glossy eyes as you lifted the cup up towards him, a reassuring smile on your lovely lips.

A smile that said things will be better, that he will be okay.

He felt like the luckiest man in the world to have met you, met someone as precious and caring as you.

Karlach

And here she thought she'd be the only person in this camp who is looking to have fun and forgo the storm for rainbow.

The others are fine, but Karlach had what felt like a lifetime of misery already, of constant struggle and endless days to wallow in her sadness.

She has missed life, missed living and the excitement of it. The tenderness of a hug, and yours are absolutely the best she has ever had.

The way you fit perfectly into her arms whenever she gets on her knees to wrap you in her embrace. Your soft chubby body was brimming with love and care. Each warm hug reminded her of why life is worth living, of why she fights so hard everyday to stay a little bit longer.

She understands know why the goddess of halflings is also that of life, you're the embodiment of the one thing she was robbed of and god she never plans on letting you slip through her fingers.

The sound of both of your laughter can be heard in the early breakfast as Karlach sits next to you, her head laying on her crossed arms on the table while admiring you from the side. A time where everyone else is grumpy and sleepy, the two of you manage to be bundles of sunshine.

Your energy feeding into one another, returning the same effort and regifting the same happiness back.

Gale

Enjoys cooking food with you by his side. There is something to be said about the homely magic halflings bring with them wherever they may go.

Somehow, you sitting near him on the table and helping him chop down the vegetables for the stew, makes him feel at ease. Your smile is infectious, and Gale finds himself humming a song as the two of you make dinner together for the rest of the camp.

Your kind had a clear appreciation for the arts, for the many things humanity invented. Gale would invite you back to his tent after the meal, offer to read you stories as your small body curls on top of him. His blanket keeping the both of you warm.

Gale is sharing one of the most prestigious literature books, yet you've easily managed to keep up with the complex lore, identifying the many plot twists before they could happen. All while laying on top of him, letting him greedly cuddle your soft chubby body and speak his heart out.

Halfling and humans truly had a bond like no other, so similar and yet so distinct. To Gale, you were the warm home he'd come back to at the end of an adventure, the warm cup of chocolate during a rainy day.

Lae'zel

She doesn't treat you any differently. One day, you bring up the fact of being halfling, and she says she didn't really notice.

If you ask more then she admits that she judges and memorise people by their combat abilities, rarely by their looks or shapes. As far as she was concerned, she wouldn't have been able to tell you apart from a tiefling. To her, there are only gith and others.

While you do fall into others, you're not exactly like them. There is something special about you, the fact you take a step back each time the party fails or encounters something damning, let them recollect themselves and have some time to relax before embarking again.

She admits she has always looked down on those ways, thought they were meaningless and a waste of time. Yet you've proven her wrong many times, and that she admits.

To rest, sit back and stay in the current moment. She feels restless, gets more agitated the more she has nothing to do. What do you mean her sword is sharp enough and doesn't need more sanding? You don't know what you're talking about, there is nothing such as too much sanding.

But you hold her hend in your own, entangle your finger with hers. Guide her back to the fire with the rest of the companions, hand her a warm bowl of soup and tell her to take it easy.

She hasn't touched her soup, yet there is a great warmth spreading through her. Your hums of a melody, quiets her brain, your touches, relaxes her drumming heart.

She looks at the stars and longs for a home she has never seen before, a place where she should belong. But at this moment, nothing in her life felt more like home than sitting by your side.

Shadowheart

She's been taught to hold on to her sadness, to use it to guide her. That her suffering gives her purpose, that hear tears give her meaning.

The two of you have a lot to learn from each other, the moon and sun in an endless dance, chasing one another whilst avoiding the other.

She relives her sadness too much, reopens her wounds too many times. You bury yours, stretch your smiles too thin and downplay your injuries too often.

She returns your kindness and is there to see you at your worst of states. When you can't be the person who is expected to cheer everyone up, when you feel like the ground is crumbling beneath your feet, she catches you in her arms.

And you teach her forgiveness, of her self, current and past. Of her sins, current and future. You extend a hand of mercy and she in return offers an embrace of empathy.

The two of you share a special bond of mutual respect and understanding.

Astarion

He never thought he'd fall for someone shorter than him, truth be told. High elves were always raised on these less than ideal views for the smaller races.

And maybe this is the irony of the fate, that the single person to manage to steal his heart was you. Barely reaching his waist and easily lifting him up.

He was cautious around you at the state, after all the most chipper and goody two shoes people hid the darkest secrets behind that facade. You can't possibly be all smiles and rainbows, can you?

Yet no matter how many times he rummaged through your closet, not a single skeleton could be found, not even a loose tooth or a spine.

Astarion didn't realise how much he was starting to warm up to you, until that one morning you were helping him brush his hair while he sipped on a cup of a blood you've kindly prepared for him.

As he held the cup with the cute cow prints on it, the same one he stole from you, it hit him.

You've been coddling him and making him feel at home without him realising it for so long! And like an idiot he absolutely ate it up. God, is this why his ancestors warned him about Halflings? They really sneak up on you when you least expect it, and the next thing you know, you're spending hours making friendship bracelets for each other.

No, of course, he'll never take it off. Are you crazy? Anyway, you sneaky traitor, it's his turn to do your hair, so come sit on his lap so he can leech of your warmth while hugging your plump body and stomach. No shush, he has earned this. Look, he even has a friendship bracelet as proof.

Halsin

He is very gentle with you, aware of his size, and makes sure never to make you feel uncomfortable or take too much space around you.

Halflings are one of the many gifts of nature, their kind souls and inviting homes have been written about in many elf history books. The best friends of the infamous humans.

You ground him back into reality whenever he gets too lost in his head, worrying about the shocking reality of the modern cities, or the forgotten essence of nature. Your tender touch against his cheek and invitation to sit near the fire and talk it out is everything he could've ever asked for.

You bring home with you wherever you go, be it amidst the misty shadowlands and withering trees, or inside the basement of an abandoned building the party sought cover in from the outside rain.

In fact you'd be the type to embrace the rain and dance in it, barefoot and all. Reigniting Halsin's connection to nature by reminding him of all the beautiful gifts of these earths.

Minthara

Just who do you think you are? Waltzing in here like a drop of sunshine, all cute and small, making Minthara question her sanity.

You stand for everything she has been raised against, the loud laughter that'd get you killed in the underdark, the friendly kind nature that'd get you taken advantage of by the drows, the lovely smile that you flaunt around so easily.

And yet, you're the hero of her story. The person who saved her, let her keep her identity when they tried to erease her existence.

Your light never dims no matter how grumpy she is, your smile never falters no matter how deep her frown gets.

She respects you, admires you and is enthralled by your beauty. The way your thighs look so mesmerising whenever you walk, your chubby fingers that look so short in comparison to her larger hand.

Minthara have pressed the edge of her sword against people's necks for simply thinking they get to pick you up without permission. Have threatened people's lives over some insensitive comments about your own kind and how halflings don't belong in the battefield.

You're brave, truly brave. It takes true strength to remain kind in the face of a harsh world, to remain soft inside. And Minthara knows that, for it is the one thing she couldn't amount to.

[notsohappynotsosad]

[y-rhywbeth2]

'Shorter options never get content because nobody plays them.' While admittedly part of that is because a lot of people dislike being short (and I certainly note in myself the strong urge to kneecap 99% of the characters in any given game while playing dwarves or smaller), it's also because of the vicious cycle where nobody plays them because they barely ever get any fucking content. The plot might involve elves, but it never has some world ending event hinged on halflings, or where your being Hin adds to the story, does it. Like in the original Baldur's Gate games, where all the characters - including the other halflings - treat my girl as a human, because clearly nobody was going to pick anything but human or elf and the urge to turn into the Slayer rises.

I do remember a unique dialogue option between halfling Tav/Durge and Lae'zel about how she'll never make friends if she keeps beating people up that amused me though. Which is even funnier if it's Durge.

[medra-gonbites]

The way my Halfling Ulysses punched Astarion is sending me!

So I failed my saving throw and Astarion drank me dry on the night of his confession. I had Wyll resurect me in the morning and then went to confront the leech.

My dude really did a Mario jump to punch him and then was looking like 😠

I love that little guy ❤️

[rosecoloreddaggers]

How to troll your players 101: don’t tell them how the door opens

[geeneelee]

Thank you so much to @ukstls for this gorgeous commission! I highly recommend keeping an eye out for when their commissions open back up to get some gorgeous art.

(Yes, I’m guilty of romancing Astarion :P)

[milich96]

It's starting to be cold where I live

[velvet-apricots]

If my DND Characters were in Balder's Gate 3. Featuring Astarion.

Varussk may not be a Villain... But he's not good by any means.

[avas-poltergeist]

I don't know if anybody cares. but I'm writing a sequel to my arcane fanfiction. this is a threat. this is the mood board right now.

[corelle-vairel]

Cuddled together Commission I did for Emily Savarese

[croix-meridies]

Shadowheart has grown on me