#baldur's gate headcanons

[thewritetofreespeech]

We love a subby subby Gale 😩

Do you also like this side of him and what do you like about him as a character?

I do! 😍

I like the trope for a variety of reasons:

When you first meet Gale he's all peacocks & high tea. Strutting around. Making several comments on his acclaim and skill as a wizard. Just being a right (but loveable) prick and I want to humiliate him in the best/worst way. Take him down a notch.

When you find out that's all a lie and he's actually just a poor wounded bird, you just want to comfort him and tell him everything is alright. Take the pressure off him for a while of being "Gale of Waterdeep" to just Gale for a while.

This one is probably the most left kilter one but Gale's religious side also plays a factor. Being abandoned by his goddess, only to be relifted by another, would be awe inspiring but also a sense of reverence for Gale. At this alter I worship now, kind of vibes.

[fourraccoonsinacoat]

Astarion: Gods below, what is Gale cooking this time? I can smell the disappointing odor of melancholy and nutmeg from here.

Gale: *From across the camp.* YOU AREN'T GOING TO EAT ANY OF IT, ANYWAY!

Lae'zel: His food does lack daring and confidence. Perhaps some spices could salvage it, but I am not optimistic.

Astarion: Well, what do you expect from a man whose diet consists of moldy trinkets and old boots.

Gale: *From across the camp.* YOU KNOW I DON'T ACTUALLY EAT THEM!

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BG3 Incorrect Quotes Masterlist.

[legacyshenanigans]

Kalrach: *stood there, fuming, grinding her teeth, flames all over her body as she stares off into the distance, trying to calm herself down*

Astarion: *wanders over with a marshmallow on a stick, using karlachs flames to toast it, with a smile on his face*

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[killerpancakeburger]

All dividers by @saradika-graphics

Fics:

Outpace the dawn, Spawn! Astarion x Reader (rewrite of the ending) (<1k)

Baby it's cold outside, Dammon x Reader (going on a date with Dammon in the snow) (<1k)

The wizard is dead, Rolan x Reader ("Who did this to you? I'll kill them" trope over his bruises) (5k)

Headcanons:

- Catching Rolan and Dammon by surprise

- Attending a wizards soiree with Rolan

- Attending a wizards soiree with Rolan - ANGST VERSION

Other fandoms:

MIGUEL O'HARA MASTERLIST

CALL OF DUTY MASTERLIST

[parvulous-writings]

can i request karlach, jaheira and shadowheart x dhampir bard gn reader headcanons? maybe also platonic headcanons for astarion.

Warnings: Mentions of blood/gore/flesh, descriptions of eating blood/gore/flesh

Notes:  So I didn't want to go entirely with like, typical dhampir straight off the bat, so I rolled a d8 to see what reader would hunger for! The reader thirsts more for flesh/raw meat than blood, but can be sated with either! I was SO stoked to write this! Sorry if I focus more on the Dhampir side of things, I just... LOVE the idea <3 They might be a bit uneven! My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!  Original character list - please request for these too!

Karlach

Initially, Karlach didn't really notice anything out of the ordinary with you. Sure, you had a... slightly offputting aura to you, but who in your little rag-tag team didn't? You seemed so funny to Karlach - your dark humour complimented her own very well, and she loved that about you. The fact that you were a bard made it all the better; when you weren't regaling the group with various tales, Karlach was making suggestions for insults you could use against opponents. You also taught her an insult or two, mostly because her delivery is always amusing to you.

She knew that you had a few... better than average abilities, but you often dismissed them if anyone tried to bring them up; your speed, your strength - and especially your rather uncanny ability to charm almost anyone to your cause. It's a very helpful skill for you to have, and since you don't want to talk about it, Karlach leaves the topic be.

As you spent more time on the road together, and grew closer, Karlach began to notice a few things about you. Your songs would often dwell on the gore of a tale, and even add it in - like it was something that you couldn't take your mind off of. She brushed it off though - bards always seemed to have something that they would focus on in their songs, perhaps the violence was just your thing, rather than the victory or the romance that other bards tried to emphasise. Even if you weren't the typical lovey-dovey bard that she was used to, she was definitely not complaining when you serenaded her in the evening.

That was her perfect evening - quality time with her lover, snuggled together in her tent, with you quietly playing and singing to her. Even if your songs can be a bit morbid, she loves hearing the sound of your voice.

She also noticed that you didn't often eat with her and the rest of the group - in fact, it was more like you never did. She didn't understand why, though - you always seemed so eager to eat. It was like your appetite was never really satisfied. It took her having to stalk you out into the woods one evening to discover your rather... Unsavoury appetite. The shock she felt at first made her freeze; how would someone rationally react to the sight of someone they loved eating flesh? How would someone react at all, let alone rationally?

Karlach ended up just standing there, unable to take her eyes off of you as your teeth tore into the meat in your hands. Things were starting to make sense to her - your songs focusing on gore was like the mind of a hungry person focusing on food. You were halfway through your meal when you saw the barbarian standing there, and you couldn't help but freeze too - your hunger, or rather the sating of it, was one of the only things that you had actively tried to hide.

"You'd seen us with Astarion - why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you tell me?" You thought Astarion's affliction was... Rather simple, in comparison to your own. A vampire, people knew about - a mortal, turned undead by another vampire, fed by blood. When you thought about that, you felt... Worse - your hunger couldn't be sated by blood alone. You had to have flesh as well, you craved it.

And, furthermore, your origins weren't exactly conventional; perhaps for Dhampirs, yes, but in general, not really. Having one vampire parent wasn't brilliant when talking to, well, anyone.

Thankfully, Karlach just about takes it in stride - though she doesn't appreciate secrecy between the two of you, she can kind of understand why you'd wanted to keep it that was for a while; no more secrets though. Lovers don't keep secrets, in her book.

Jaheira

Jaheira's wisdom had immediately set off quiet alarms about you after knowing you for a little while; seeing how you act around people, your constant noticeable hunger, the lot. She never brought it up, however. When your back is against the wall, you need as many allies as you can get, and you were certainly a favourable one, despite your oddities.

She had further inklings when you decided to entertain those taking shelter at Last Light. Your playing was divine - but that wasn't what irked her. What is was, was the more prominent canines that she could quite clearly see when you sang. She tried to blame it on the wine, but deep down she knew it wasn't so. She just didn't want to think that one of her currently most trusted allies was undead. Another reason she pushed it aside for the time being was because she knew it would be foolish to push away what seemed to be her best hope of getting out of the Shadow Curse alive. It was more than foolish, it was downright stupid - in times such as this, you must take every little blessing that you can.

It was during the battle at Moonrise that her suspicions started to be proven correctly. Your speed was unmatched by all but your pale elf companion, your blows hit just as hard as your barbarian friend. Not just that, but she had seen you bite one of your foes whilst in a frenzy of hits.

During the night-long celebration that followed the battle and all it entailed, Jaheira decided to confront you. You had stalked off to some mildly secluded area, just out of sight of the campfire, and Jaheira pursued. There she found a sight, that despite her suspicions, she had not expected. What she had expected was the amount of blood that had managed to smear itself round your face; what hadn't crossed her mind was the sheer amount of flesh that accompanied it. The way you tore into it, fangs first, was near feral - it was certainly a gruesome sight, and the druid was at least glad it was her who had found you, and not anyone else.

"I understand the necessity to hide such a secret from the masses, however, you're not exactly subtle with, well, any of it." Her words were not meant to chastise, but more to guide - she actually wanted to help you a little bit. You were valuable to her - both as an ally and a companion, and she would do near anything to help you. The world was unkind to many beings, dhampirs of course being one of them. She knew she couldn't shield you from all of the adversity you may face, but she could try and help you.

And so she does - or she tries her best, as you all head to Baldur's Gate. She doesn't exactly approve of your tastes now that you've entered the city, but understands that sometimes, needs must. She encourages you to resist if you can, and only take those who truly deserve death if you need to feed.

Shadowheart

Shadowheart didn't think there was too much out of the ordinary with you at first. To her, you were... Just a bard. A bard who mainly sang about violence, battles, and gore. Though, every bard has their gimmick, so she didn't think much more about it. She supposed it was a nice break from the norm of love and ancient legends.

Despite being fairly learned in things that lurk in the night, it took Shadowheart a while to figure out that you were a dhampir - though, she blamed part of that on her memory suppression. But, when she did finally figure it out, she wasn't entirely surprised. The fact that there was also a Vampire and a Warlock in the party... There was little left that would surprise the Sharran.

"I suppose I should have seen it coming... Your ballads about the innards of your foes, your sneaking off during supper... Not to mention your preternatural speed and strength, and those sharp canines of yours... All the signs were there, even if somewhat contradicted by the fact that you're alive. A pity I couldn't see it sooner. Then again... I suppose having two supernatural allies is better than having one, hm? That being said... No more secrets. I can't trust you if you hide things from me."

Despite your... Condition, she's actually very comfortable around you. She was quite perturbed when she caught you mid-feed- "I thought Dhampirs only fed on blood?!" You had to try and explain that in fact, there were many kinds of dhampirs - some had sanguine hunger, similar to their undead counterparts, others like yourself fed on the flesh of a victim, but there were even those who fed on more abstract energy, such as dreams. It was quite a shock to Shadowheart, but she kept her questions to a minimum.

As your journey continues, she asks you to sing to her more and more - often requesting to hear about your favourite things; your home, where your favourite haunt was before the mindflayers, but often, she likes to hear of your finest kills, and the feast that ensues after. She'll often jokingly muse, "Do you ever wonder what my flesh would taste like?" "Sometimes... Though I try not to dwell on the thought for too long... I think you'd taste sweet - aromatic, even... A true, refined delicacy."

She'd laugh quietly, and then ask you to sing to her again as she leans against you. The longer you spend journeying together, the more she comes to trust you. She finds it easier and easier to open up to you, knowing that despite your neverending hunger, you would never turn your fangs towards her... Unless she asked, of course. She likens your struggle to resist to her struggle with her faith to Shar; it's a long, inner struggle that often, you cannot speak to anyone about.

When you get to the city, she does make jokes akin to "I'm sure no one would miss him... Do you think he'd taste good enough?" And wouldn't say no to the idea of you potentially eating members of her cloister, now that they are somewhat after her.

Astarion (platonic)

This man nearly outs you on more than one occasion. He says each time that is it "Merely an accident, a slip of the tongue, if you will... It won't happen again..." But, I can guarantee, it will. It's a near daily occurrence.

This is because that, being a vampire himself, Astarion knows what to look for, when it comes to being around someone like himself. Sure, you don't have the trademark paleness that a vampire often possesses, but you have nearly every other feature. After one full day of travelling with you, observing your behavior, seeing your prowess in battle, and hearing your ballads of blood, guts and gore... He knows. He saunters right up to you, and says it nearly loud enough for the whole camp to hear. You clasp your hand over his mouth, begging him to stay quiet. The last thing you need is to be ousted to your party, when you have no idea how to react.

To begin, Astarion tries to give you tips on how to hide your true nature. After a while of staring at your frankly disinterested face, he realises that there's no point. So, instead you start to discuss the... Finer points of your diets - what tastes good, what doesn't; it's a brilliant bonding point for the pair of you. It's what a lot of your friendship is built upon, and you can't complain about it - it's nice to finally have someone who can understand the insatiable hunger, the need to hide, all of it... Even if he does constantly criticise your ballads for being "inaccurate" when it comes to the descriptions of the blood and the gore. He truly can be a stickler for being right, sometimes. You eventually learn to ignore him, though.

[angelltheninth]

Karlach Eating You Out + Temperature Play

Think about how hot Karlach's mouth and tongue feel when she eats you out

The temperature difference is already there but it's different when she's inside of you

Cause you'd already be sensitive and wet from the teasing and grinding against her strong thigh

"Be a good girl and come before I eat you out like you need me to."

She doesn't hold you down because she doesn't have to, you're doing everything you can to grind against her face more and she wouldn't dream of stopping you

Karlach kisses your clit as she feels your legs shudder around her shoulders

As you grab her hair and her run your fingers across her broken horn she groans against you, a warm puff of air making your hips twitch as it passes over your sensitive pussy

Her mouth drags a slow path from one thigh, across your pussy, briefly licking her tongue into you and then to the other thigh before you can even moan her name

To her it's both amusing and very flattering how much you want her

"Such an impatient one. I think you've earned it. What to you think, sweetheart? Tell me where you want my mouth. Tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you."

The slick from your pussy heats up as Karlach presses her tongue and mouth against it and licks it up from your dripping hole

She could stay between your legs all night if you needed her to, she will gladly demonstrate the stamina she has

"I don't think you can take that much. You might want to but trust me, you need a bit more before you can keep up with the likes of me."

[hyperfixationstation128]

Another headcanon for our dear Gale! I think Gale has a habit of running his hands through his amazing hair as a nervous tic. So much to the point where eventually, in his old age, he develops a bit of a bald spot.

[sucksinlosers]

My Beauty and the Beast wires got crossed with my BG3 wires because I saw that one show where Josh Groban was the prince and thought 'oh that looks ever so vaguely like a wizard I like if I squint at him' (just stick with me for a second)

What if the prince's fatal flaw is not vanity, but ceaseless ambition. The ambition to know everything at the cost of even himself. Is approached by a poor old lady who offers him an apprenticeship but she doesn't impress him; her magic is basic, he's seen it all before, he already mastered all of this ages ago.

Syke! The poor old lady is Mystra! She curses him with something as sure to destroy him as his ceaseless ambition if left unchecked: a ball of volatile magic buried deep in his chest where his heart should have been, clawing and tearing at his insides as sure as any beast. It will eat him from the inside if he does not learn how to humble himself, share his knowledge instead of hoarding it like a dragon hoards gold (or something, I don't want to make Mystra the good guy here, but this is the best I have for now. Bear with me).

The prince searches endlessly for a way to quell the volatile magic inside him, but his knowledge does not offer him a solution. He locks himself away in his tower for years and slowly begins resigning himself to his fate. His loyal tressym still ventures out into the world on occasion, searching for a way to slow the decay of her friend's body.

Until one day, a curious sorcerer visits the tower. They've heard tales of the Prince of Waterdeep and the knowledge and magical power he is said to possess and wants to become his apprentice. The villages warn them that the Prince hasn't been seen in forever, and even if he had, he had never taken on an apprentice before, too ambitious and arrogant to share his wisdom and knowledge with anyone else.

But the sorcerer is nothing if not stubborn.

The prince hates them, at first. How dare they do magic so swiftly and easily, how dare they just innately know how to do any of this?! Don't they know that true magical mastery needs to be cultivated over years and years of study, of gathering knowledge, honing your skills?

But the sorcerer shows them that, uhm, no? There's a wildness and majesty in magic that you can't learn from study. Maybe you should try it sometimes. Get your nose out of a book and live a little.

They come together through finding balance because while the sorcerer is happy, their magic is also wild and dangerous. The prince teaches them, at first reluctantly, then out of necessity (the sorcerer nearly blows them up, or agitates the orb, or something), and later happily. Sharing knowledge is fun, actually, and the prince learns there are things he... can't really learn. Things he needs to feel and experience, instead.

Dramatic misunderstanding happens; the prince sends the sorcerer away, knowing that his time is at an end and the orb will soon consume him, but the sorcerer comes back and offers to share the burden, to split the orb between the two of them, or finds some unconventional means of quelling it.

And then they live happily ever after yaaaay

[ebonysword0]

Has anyone heard of a community-driven free-to-play narrative browser game called Blood in Baldur's Gate? It's set 15 years before the start of the Baldur's Gate 3. The reason I ask is because I have a headcanon of my own involving two certain characters. It will contain a spoiler if you haven't seen it. If you don't want to know because you don't want to be spoiled, then don't read.

Spoiler Warning

Ok the in the ending The Dark Urge is the culprit of the serial killings and killed the Detective at the end. What's odd is that the detective name is Tav. Is Tav in Baldur's Gate 3 and Tav in Blood in Baldur's Gate the same person? You know how in Dragon Age: Origins you pick what race and background you want for your Warden and the ones you don't pick end up dead (like if you pick a Mage Warden, non-warden Coulsland, Tabris, Mahariel, Brosca, and Aeducan end up dead), Is it like the same for Tav and The Dark Urge? Like the reason they can't be on the same group together. Like Tav is killed in Blood in Baldur's Gate and The Dark Urge can be the leader in Bladur's Gate 3, but if you pick Tav as a leader then The Dark Urge is killed by Orin (You can find his corpse in Orin's quarters when you get to the Temple of Bhaal.)?

Or do you think both Tavs are not the same person and Tav is a common name?

Headcanon-wise I would think the Amnesia!Dark Urge took Tav's name as his own (Dark Urge as a name is a mouthful and terrible) and maybe the Dream Protector's custom form is based on Detective!Tav's appearance. Because maybe Detective!Tav can stands out to the Dark Urge because they amuse them for trying to catch them persistently. Even after The Dark Urge killed Detective!Tav and lost their memories, echos of the memories of Detective!Tav (like the name and the Dream Detective's custom appearance) live on even if Amnesia!Dark Urge doesn't understand it.

Did the Dark Urge even have a name before? I mean they are basically a clone born from Bhaal's own blood instead of being made through procreation. So no mother, I think. Since they're basically Bhaal's clone, Why did Bhaal choose a Dragonborn as the Dark Urge's race (Dragonborn is The Dark Urge's 'default/Canon' race)?

I'm getting a little off topic... Sorry. Anyway what do you think?

[chaoticsleepygremlin]

Headcannons for druids in bg3 (and the other bg games)

When they've gotten far enough in their training/ connection to the earth and oak father, druids will end up growing plants/ flowers/thorns/vines around them and on their body of they experience strong enough emotions

Naturally, due to this ability, druids are incredibly fluent in the hidden language of flowers and plants and can thus immediately know how a fellow druid is feeling.

However it's most common to find druids with vines decorating their hair or on tails/ horns compared to flowers or fungi sprouting in their heads.

Nsfw headcannon under the cut:

Sometimes,but not very often, druids have been known to also release pollen/spores when experiencing an incredibly sensational orgasm

[thewritetofreespeech]

I made a mistake in my request so please delete it! Can I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, and Halsin reacting to his gn crush telling him that they're not worthy to be with him please?

Astarion

“Worthy? Pft. When is anyone worthy of anything darling? Who decides who is worthy? We simply have to reach out and take it! And I’ve already grown quite fond of you.”

In truth, bile rises in Astarion’s throat when you say those words. He knows what it means to feel unworthy. To feel unworthy to live. To breathe. To exist. For you, the only person he’s ever cared for & truly cared for him in return, to feel this way makes him sick. Unfortunately he’s the worst person to fix this problem. He’s never felt ‘worthy’ of anything in his whole life.

Wyll

“There is no possible version of a story where you are not worthy. To or for me. You have seen me at my lowest. My most humbled. A time when it would have been easy to turn your back on me, yet you stayed. If that does not make you worthy, then there is no one worthy.”

In truth, Wyll’s dejected that you feel this way. To fail someone else so important to him. To lose your trust and respect. He has always tried to be the most upstanding version of himself & to do right, but if he can make even the person he loves feel unworthy, he is not fit to call himself the Blade; or a man.

Gale

“How could you think such a thing? If anyone is ‘unworthy’ in our relationship, it’s me. I ask so much of you, yet give so little by compare. Your courage. Your compassion. Your love for me has made you more worthy than anyone else I have ever known. I aspire to be half the man you damine me to be.”

In truth, Gale feels heart broken that you feel this way. How was it that he was failing another lover again? Clearly by his own selfishness once more. He resolves to make you feel as worthy as possible for the remainder of your time together; however long or short that may be. This wrong must obviously be rectified.

Halsin

“Don't sell yourself short. I have tried all my life to be worthy. Worthy of the title of Arch Druid. Worthy of Oak Father's blessing enough to end the Shadow Curse. But I always found myself wanting. When I am with you though, I find myself finally worthy of some of the praise in my life. You bring more worth to my life than words can imagine. It is no small thing."

In truth, Halsin knows what it is like to feel this way, as mentioned above, and he cannot stand the thought that he made you, even for a moment, feel this way. He has always gone with the way nature intended, but perhaps he could try to be a little more nurturing to his relationship with you. He won’t have you feel this way ever again.

[macaronniart]

putting astarion's sewing skills to worthwhile use

[julientel]

That's what friends (and cats) are for

(not a ship)

[legacyshenanigans]

Gale: *ready to go to some event in the city*

Astarion: *looks him up and down*

Gale: ...What?

Astarion: Those trousers? Really?

Gale: What's wrong with them?

Astarion: Nothing..If you feel great, Gale, then I'm happy for you *judgmental smile*

Gale: *sighs and goes to get changed*

(A few minutes later)

Gale: *comes back out*

Astarion: That shirt?

Gale: Oh for f-

Astarion: *clicks his tongue in irritation* Show me your clothes, let's see what we're working with.. If its complete disaster wardrobe I shall ALLOW you to borrow something of mine.

Gale: You really think I could pull off your style?

Astarion: No..But it'll probably be better than whatever *waves his hand over Gales outfit* THIS is.

~

[saffron-rays]

Nightmare

HC: even though he doesn’t require sleep, if tav is human, Astarion picks up the habit as a means to spend as much time with them as possible… since humans have one of the shortest life spans of all the races in Faerûn.

[hekuuu]

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