#gale/tasha

[biowhore]

Sweet Things

hi i've been sad so have a comfort fic with my comfort couple

Gale/Tasha (Tav)

Content: hurt/comfort, no sex, bathing, headaches/migraines, brief positive mention of weight gain, short and sweet, post-canon

Word count: 2.3k

She was drifting when she heard his gentle voice in her ear, “You are so beautiful,” quiet and reverent.   Grinning she whispered back to him, eyes still closed, “You just like it when I’m under your spell.”   “A heady sensation to be sure, but,” she felt two fingers brush either side of her cheeks, tracing along the delicate scales there, “You have no idea how stunning you look right now.”  “Naked in the bath with the Hells knocking about in my skull?”  “Exactly,” he murmured, the feather-light brush of his soft lips against hers making her crack open an eye. 

Fic list, AO3

These times of hell within her own head haunted Tasha. She used to live her life constantly braced for the next episode, the next round of being chained to a bed in a dark room. Healers helped but did not cure, and she felt no long-term relief until she was ironically host to a terminal parasite.  

Long after being cured of the mind flayer tadpoles, those episodes started up again. She had hoped they were gone for good, but she supposed that she had to take some bad with overwhelming good that had come her way after everything. She and Gale had made a wonderful life together, her friends were whole and hale, and wrote to her often. What was a little illness now and then? 

This morning she woke to the usual citrus and salt fragrance of their rooms bombarding her nose, the lovely cast of the morning sun through their window piercing at her eyes, and the sounds of Gale through the house and the bustle of Waterdeep outside nearly deafening her. Loud and clear that warning had been. So, she darkened the room, crawled back under her thick covers, and cast a sound dampening bubble around the bed. There was sweet relief for a while, but then the pain came full force as she expected.  

Heat flashing through her skin, the muscles of her neck and jaw tightening painfully, the sludgy feeling through her mind, and of course the throbbing pain on one side of her skull. Her familiar demon. 

As she breathed evenly through the waves, she suddenly felt a blessedly cool hand on her brow, causing her eyes to flutter open.  

“Time again?” Gale asked in a whisper.  

All she could do was nod. She closed her eyes again, refocusing on her breathing as she felt him leave her side. The quiet sha sha of his clothes shifting with his movements told her where he was in the room. By the chest at the foot of the bed now, and next came the slow deliberate sound of him attempting to open it quietly. He was retrieving some of the potions she kept on hand from healers for these episodes. They helped with the pain, but her body would still feel wrong, sometimes for a few days when these attacks were at their worst, before the tadpole.  

Shuffling feet to her right announced Gale’s return to her side. “Here, love. Can you sit up?” 

Tasha propped herself up on her pillow, Gale’s arm hovering across her shoulders. He handed her a deep purple glass vial, stopper already removed, for her to bravely choke back. She shot it back like cheap liquor, grimacing and immediately reaching for Gale’s proffered glass of water to dilute the horrid taste in her mouth.  

“Really wish I could help them figure out how to make these taste better,” she groaned, sticking out her tongue.  

Gale only smiled at her, helping her shuffle back under the blankets. As she became settled again, closing her eyes, his forehead met hers gently. His fingers at either side of her delicately scaled temples provided magical coolness, a balm to the inferno building behind her eyes.  

Whispering still, he asked, “Now, before that kicks in, is there anything you need? Anything you’d like to do? What about a bath, or tea, or food?” 

She hummed as she took time to sort through her thoughts between waves of throbbing pain, breathing evenly, Gale’s touch grounding her. A bath did sound nice... 

“Maybe a bath first, then tea,” she sighed as his fingers began massaging in small circles, then a thought occurred to her. “Don’t you have classes today?” 

“Not anymore.” 

“You can’t cancel a full day of classes just for me,” she sighed again. He’d been teaching for a while with the Blackstaff and was quite accomplished.  

“Of course I can. Besides, I rather think most of my students appreciate the day off.”  

She huffed a tiny chuckle at that, causing a spike of pain in her skull. Sucking air through her gritted teeth, she grimaced, “As much as I love the way you make me laugh, better not for now.” 

“Of course my love,” he pecked her nose and pulled away, trailing his fingers along her jaw as he went, “I’ll make sure everything is set up in the bath and come back. Stay put.” 

No problems there. She sank into her pillow and let her mind wander a while, listening to the gentle splash of the water filling the tub in the bathroom. A tinkle of glass there, a shuffle here as Gale prepared the bath.  

Gale took her hands and helped her out of their bed. It was cozy, not overly large and made of dark wood. It had posts that were carved with vines - very useful when she was in better health, but those fantasies would have to wait.  

He led her across the carpets into their washroom. At her insistence it had been renovated when she moved in in order to fit a large and deep tub, kept magically warm for hours, of course. She could sit on a shelf that lined the inside wall and still be covered by the water up to her collarbones. This was worthy of a dragon.  

Now she sat with her head leaning on the rim, Gale brushing through her thick straight black hair with a bone comb. He had a slow and gentle pace, the teeth of the comb gliding through her untangled strands, softly scraping her scalp in the most wonderful way. She matched her breathing to his pace, grounding herself to his care. He always kept her tethered to earth when she needed it. 

“How are you feeling?” He whispered. 

“Seems to be working, but my head is still so foggy.” 

“Can I do anything else for you?” 

She sighed as she thought, eyes closed. “Hmm... talk to me? Tell me a tale, I love listening to you tell stories.”  

She couldn’t see Gale’s cheeks flame, but she’d surely set him off with that compliment. He’d have to behave himself. He cleared his throat, “Well, um. Let me think...” 

He continued his slow and methodical motions through her hair, pondering which of his many tales he might regale her with, when an idea came to him. He lowered the comb but his fingers still sorted through her silky tresses, until his hand came to the back of her head. His fingers kneaded the space where her skull attached to her neck, coaxing a small moan from her. Smiling broadly to himself, his forehead lowered to hers. 

“Have I told you about when we met?” 

“I was there, wasn’t I?” 

“Hm, yes, but you weren’t in my mind, even with the tadpole.” 

“True... did I stun you with my beauty?” 

“Exactly that,” he chuckled, speaking softly, “I thought my prayers were answered, that if anyone could save us it would be you.” 

Tasha huffed in response, clearly unconvinced. It was then that she felt his other hand slip into the water and trail down her arm, a loving light caress. 

“I thought,” Gale continued, watching her closed lashes flutter, “This contradiction of a creature, with her warm brown skin, icy eyes, and tempest disposition... Well, she knows what she’s doing.” 

That brought a full laugh out of her. She shook her head and opened her eyes as Gale lifted his head and dragged his hand back up her arm, resting it gently on the side of her neck. Her eyes always mesmerized him; she had a reptilian pupil and black sclera in the left eye, more of her draconic heritage coming through along with her opalescent scales. Both eyes were a stunning green-blue, icy being a truly apt description in most lights, but when one deigned to look closer, they would find a startling blue flame there, a sure sign of her warm-hearted nature that lay buried under her hard exterior.  

Her eyes lit up when she laughed, but then quickly collapsed into a grimace as she touched two fingers to her temple.  

“Ah, why must mirth be punished so?” she sighed and sunk lower into the tub. A sharp pulse of pain ricocheted through her skull, overcoming the potion she had taken earlier. After a moment it began to subside, but she was left even deeper in malaise.  

“Have you thought of seeing Halsin?” 

“No,” she blew out a breath, “My family and I went to many healers as a child, none of them Halsin, mind, but they could not fix this. They only help ease the symptoms.” 

“Still, I’m curious what Halsin would have to say.” 

“I’ve thought about it since these attacks have come back. You and he together might have interesting theories, I’m certain, but I also think fixing it would involve some sort of meddling in my brain that I’ve had enough of for one life.” 

Gale chuckled at that, “No arguments there, my love. Rest now, let me take care of you.” 

She dipped her head below the water to wet her long hair, staying under for a moment. The warmth relaxed the muscles in her face and scalp, a welcome relief as the earlier pain ebbed away. When she surfaced again Gale was there with soap and nimble fingers, digging into the roots of her hair and massaging her into a limp mess at his mercy. Her head lolled against the rim of the tub, her jaw slack, arms floating limp. 

 She was drifting when she heard his gentle voice in her ear, “You are so beautiful,” quiet and reverent.  

Grinning she whispered back to him, eyes still closed, “You just like it when I’m under your spell.”  

“A heady sensation to be sure, but,” she felt two fingers brush either side of her cheeks, tracing along the delicate scales there, “You have no idea how stunning you look right now.” 

“Naked in the bath with the Hells knocking about in my skull?” 

“Exactly,” he murmured, the feather-light brush of his soft lips against hers making her crack open an eye. 

When he pulled back she grinned at him again, “Dry and oil my hair then take me to bed, wizard.”  

“Yes my lady,” he did not miss a beat and gave her a quick wink before helping her rinse the soap from her hair. He guided her to lean her head back, letting her hair drip down the side of the tub. With a soft cloth he patted most of the moisture out, then used a simple spell to create an air current between his palms. The air tickled the tips of her ears as he worked and she let her mind wander. Again, the bone comb was meticulously run through her strands as he applied oil to the bottom half, leaving the dark curtain of her hair soft, shiny and smelling of roses.  

Finished, he guided her up out of the water with small touches to her shoulders, her hips, her hands. She stood on a woven grass matt as he dried her skin with a linen sheet. His hands never ruffled, never lingered, but continued his methodology over her body. He kneeled before her, eyes upturned, as he moved the cloth over her legs, even between her toes. Tasha was ever moved by his careful handling of her at her weakest, but never making her feel weak. A soft smile stretched her lips, her hand reaching out to trail down his cheek and jaw, following the old path of the magic that once doomed him. Her fingertips passed through the transition from textured skin to neat scruff, ending at his chin and falling away back to her side, their eyes never leaving each other.  

She felt his hands glide like wings upward to the space behind her knees. Her left knee had a dusting of scales that he passed quickly on his way over her thighs up to her hips, where more grew in a pattern that painted a V shape over her abdomen. He paused there, roaming over the softness that had widened her hips and rounded her belly since they had saved the world and taken up academics. Gale seemed to love that about her, that his food and their new life together had helped her “bloom” as he liked to say. She simply gained weight, but she wasn’t about to stop him from describing her in such flattering flowery language.  

The slight callouses on his palms tickled her soft umber skin as he leaned forward and rose up from his knees. His arms encircled her and lifted her up with him, fulfilling his agreement to take her to bed. Legs wrapped around his waist, arms over his shoulders, and head tucked into his neck, her heart melted to the floor as she was brought back to their bed.  

The satin bedclothes were a siren song as her skin brushed against them, and she scuttled further beneath the thick batting-filled blanket. Gale was there beside her as she finally got comfortable, reaching out and taking her fingers in his.  

“I’ll likely sleep all day but I’ll be fine,” she assured him. “What will you get up to today?” 

“Keep an eye on you.” 

“Not much to keep an eye on when I’m asleep.” 

“You’ve got to eat, don’t you?” He slipped his fingers from hers and lightly tapped the tip of her nose, “Besides, I’ve got a lot of reading to catch up on. No reason I can’t do both.” 

Tasha shook her head at him, eyes beginning to flutter. 

Gale grinned at her warmly, “Rest, love. Don’t worry about me and let me worry about you.” He reached out again to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ll be right here.” 

She sighed and did as she was bidden, slowly drifting off in the comfortable silence between them. Eventually she felt his weight lift from the bed and his soft steps fade into the background, her mind traveling with him as she sank into pleasant rest.  

[sideshow-cellophane-blog]

Flirting With Pranks

Because I wanted these two to laugh and be happy together

"Gale!" 

"Astarion!"

The pale elf doubled over in his bout of hysterical laughter. He dropped his book on the ground in favor of holding his abdomen, which was tingling as his nerves were toyed with. He tried to fight the bubbling laughter before giving in to the urge - it was too strong. The tingling was turning into invisible yet solid touches, pinching up his hips and sides. 

Astarion collapsed to his knees. "Whahat the FUCK Gahahale?! It tihihickles!"

"It does? Good! It's supposed to."

Astarion slapped a hand over his ear as some invisible soft instrument flicked over it. "Whyhyhy?!"

"I wanted to hear you laugh, darling. And I wanted it to be fun for you." He put his hands on his hips with a satisfied grin. He had never seen Astarion so out of control - the elf had flopped face-first to the ground and was writhing. "It lasts about as long as that laughing curse you keep casting on us in camp."

"Yohou're awful!" Astarion squealed as the tickling moved into his armpits, and his legs kicked out in wheels. 

"I can't help but notice you aren't begging for it to stop, darling. Where does it tickle most? I want to know so I can focus the magic there."

Astarion was not about to tell Gale the magic all seemed to jump around his worst spots, making him spasm and twist in his giggle bouts. He couldn't, and didn't dare, imagine what it would be like for all of his worst spots to be tickled at once. His arms went up and down as his hands tried to soothe his tingling skin. "Fuhuck you!"

"More experimentation it is. I don't mind! You had me cackling like a damn loon yesterday, you know? Wyll and Karlach got the best cuts of meat for dinner and I got bone broth. Clear. Bone. Broth."

"I'm sohohorry!"

"Well yeah, you are now."

"Aha! Heh. Heheh…" The tickling slowed and disappeared, leaving Astarion panting hard on the ground. He was not left alone for long though - Gale sat himself down on the other's thighs and wriggled his fingers into the exposed stomach lying before him. "GAHAHALE!"

"I had no idea you were actually ticklish dear, I simply must try this for myself."

"Oho no you dohohon't!" A struggle ensued, or started to, because Astarion was still a panting mess from the magic tickle attack. He tried to grab Gale's hands as they snaked up his sides and to that bottom rib, but he was too clumsy and panicked to stop the wizard from making him cackle. He squeezed his eyes shut and caved as the other played his ribs like some instrument. "Nohohoho! Gale, haha, GAHALE, stahp! NAHAT THERE! THAT! HAHA! FAHACK! Yes, yehehes, gohoho bahahack dohown! Get awahay FROM OHAHAHA! THEHERE!"

Pinches turned into loops and swipes, then stopped, and Astarion's cackling slowed to gasping giggles. He managed to open his eyes and give Gale a pleading look. 

"Your real laugh is adorable, you know that?" He said fondly. 

"Yohou're an insufferable asshole."

"Are you going to stop casting that laughing spell on us around camp now that I perfected one of my own? Because I can tickle you all day long, darling."

"I…" His smile faltered as he thought, and it returned as a playful and practiced smirk. "As awful as that was, darling, I think it is awfully strange that you created such a playful spell just for me. That wasn't designed to be a one time use, was it? I mean, here you are, on top of me-"

"Oh my gods Astarion."

"And you know? I rather like the attention. And I think you want to make me laugh. Keep making your teasing, playful spells for me Gale, it makes me feel special. Now get off of me so I can exact my revenge when you least expect it."

"It makes you feel- oh you do want another round is what it is? Projecting your feelings onto me, like you aren't the one making us laugh first, I see right through you," His hands began to glow, but the vampire had time to recover. Astarion twisted and threw Gale off, and they wrestled for control. "I'm not giving in!…NO!" Giddy giggles filled the air as they jabbed at each other, and Gale found himself weakening to protect his sensitive stomach. "I'll blow you up you ass, you get that finger OUT of my AHA! SHIRT! "

"Found the tickle button," Astarion had gained the upper hand, literally, and kept wiggling his finger in Gale's navel. The wizard's hands fell to protect himself. "Now we…are…on…the saaaame page. I may be ticklish, but you seem to be far worse off than I. Is that why you felt the need to cheat with magic?"

Gale was giggling too hard to answer. The tables had turned and he was drained from his earlier magic use.

"This is fun dear, and now that I know you're enjoying yourself here too," Astarion paused to admire the man below him. He ran his hands over Gale's stomach to soothe his nerves. "Well," he chuckled. "I prefer being the one to make you laugh. Remember that next time you start a fight I will always finish." He collapsed beside Gale on the ground. They caught their breath together, and Astarion broke the silence once they were quiet again. "So can you teach me that spell? I want to see if Lae'Zel is-"

"No."

"But-!"

"I hate wasting a revival scroll, dear. If that power were in your hands this whole camp would either be at your mercy or I would have to keep bringing you back after they kill you."

"What if I only use it on you?"

"Even worse. If you want to tickle me you have to be brave about it."

"A challenge…I accept. Now cuddle me, if the group isn't back by sundown we can keep playing."

"Gladly, darling."

[bloodweavefangnatic]

Astarion: I bet nobody can make me laugh— people have tried for centuries. It can’t be done

Gale: *casts Tasha’s Hideous Laugh*

Astarion: THAT’S — HAHAHAHA! *he lies prone rolling on the floor* - CHEATING!

Gale: You never said anything about magic being involved

Astarion: IT WAS — HAHAHAHA - IMPLIED!

[imperator-titus]

Favorite Party Banter [Gale Edition]

[Astarion (Ascended)] [Halsin/Jaheira] [Gale] [Karlach] [Lae'zel] [Minsc] [Minthara] [Shadowheart] [Wyll]

I often miss party banter because of party comp (and sometimes just straight up can't hear??) so here's a collection of my favorite bants while going through dialogue files. I know the wiki has the banter (most? all?) but I added the file names and dev notes.

Either Gale is the main speaker/subject or I think his reaction is good shit.

Not in any particular order.

[PB_Laezel_Gale_ROM_Act2]

Gale: So, Lae’zel - have you ever been tempted to use psionics in your, erm, romantic endeavors? {Devnote: Curiosity winning out over awkwardness}

Lae’zel: Only once. Did you know, in low-gravity settings, githyanki can maintain aerial suspension for hours at a time? {Devnote: cheekily}

Gale: Fascinating - I think the archmage Tasha described a spell with similar effect. I really must look that up… {Devnote: latter part almost to self}

[PB_Gale_Astarion_ROM_Act3_Spawn]

Gale: If you’re feeling faint after your bout with Cazador, Astarion, I don’t mind donating some blood. {Devnote: Sincere/Genuinely trying to help}

Astarion: When you’re still full of that Netherese bile? I’ll pass, thank you.

Astarion: Besides, I have someone else to nibble on. And they are delicious.

[PB_Gale_Shadowheart_Morgue]

Gale: Look at this place. Such horrors defy descriptions…{Devnote: In very bleak/grim surroundings}

Shadowheart: Silence can be best. Give it a try sometime. {Devnote: A little cheeky, though they’re in a grim place}

[PB_Gale_Shadowheart_ROM_Act3_Selune]

Gale: I must tell you, Shadowheart, the bathing waters here leave much to be desired. {Devnote: a bit know it all}

Gale: The ablutions offered at the Temple of Beauty in Waterdeep are far superior. And they have the most excellent soaps. 

Shadowheart: Hmm. I was wondering why you always smelled like a wealthy dowager. {Devnote: teasing}

[PB_Wyll_Gale_ROM_Act2]

Gale: I’ve heard that in Baldur’s Gate, ‘wizard’ is also a term used for one who eschews their more, ahem, carnal desires. Is that true, Wyll? {Devnote: Fishing for info, a bit annoyed about what he’s heard.}

Wyll: Where are we going with this, Gale?

Gale: Oh, nowhere. I just think it a rather cruel misnomer. Not at all reflective of the glamour wizarding life affords. {Devnote: A bit sulky/sensitive about it}

[PB_Gale_Astarion_ROM_Act2]

Gale: I fear I've been rather hasty to judge you, Astarion. {Devnote: sincere/sympathetic}

Gale: One heartbreak was quite enough for me, but to experience it as many times as you have must change a person.

Astarion: Thank you, Gale. Let us both hope that broken hearts are a thing of the past.

[PB_Karlach_Gale_BlushingMermaid]

Karlach: Man, it's good to be home. First round on who?

Gale: She who thirsts buys drink the first. {Devnote: Like it's a well-known saying}

Karlach: You won't pin me down with a rhyme, wizard! {Devnote: jockeying with Gale}

Gale: She who declines gets the worst of the wines.

[PB_Laezel_Gale_ROM_Act3_001]

Lae'zel: Gale, I've heard you talking in your sleep. Your mate needs better rest for our journey.

Gale: And deprive them of the pleasure of hearing my nocturnal postulations? I'd never be so cruel.

Gale: The mind absorbs much while we believe ourselves dormant. To lie beside Gale of Waterdeep is positively educational.

[PB_Karlach_Gale_ROM_Act1]

Gale: Karlach... a hypothetical question for you.

Gale: If someone - not me, of course - detected a hint of romantic interest in them from another, unnamed individual, what might that someone do about it?

Karlach: Whoever it is, just talk to them, Gale. And leave out the hypotheticals.

Gale: Talking. Right. I'm good at that.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Names with Cute Nicknames

Girls' Edition

Sometimes we just fall in love with a cute nickname for our characters. So here is a list of names that you can name your characters, even though you will only call them by their nickname.

Abigail - Abbie, Abby, Gale, Gail

Adaline/Adalina - Ada, Lynn, Lina

Adriana - Riana, Addie, Drea

Alexandra - Al, Alex, Alexa, Allie, Ally, Lex, Lexa, Lexie, Sandra, Sandie, Sandy

Amelia/Amelie - Millie, Lia, Mimi

Anastasia - Ana, Stassie, Stassy, Stacey

Antoinette - Ann, Annie, Toni, Netta

Ariella - Ariel, Ari, Ella

Aurelia/Aurora - Auri

Beatrix - Trixie, Bea

Berenike/Bernice - Berry, Bernie, Nikki, Neecy

Calista/Calliope - Callie

Cassandra- Cass, Cassie, Cassy, Sandra, Sandy, Sandie

Cassidy - Cass, Cassie, Cassy

Cordelia - Delia, Deli

Danica - Dani, Dannie, Niki, Nika

Dorothy - Dot, Dottie, Doro

Eleanor - Elle, Ellie, Lea, Nora

Esmerelda - Esme

Evangeline Evie, Evi, Eve, Lina

Evelyn - Evie, Evi, Eve, Lynn

Felicitas/Felicity - Feli, Fliss, Lis, Lissa

Francesca - Fran, Frannie, Frankie

Frederike - Fred, Freddie, Freddy, Rike, Kiki

Genevieve - Eve, Evie, Genna, Gina, Ginny, Viv

Jasmine - Jas, Jazzy, Mina, Minnie

Josephine - Josie, Joe, Phin

Leonora - Leo, Nora

Madeline - Maddie, Maddy, Lynn, Ada, Addie

Marigold - Mari, Goldie

Matilda - Tillie, Tilda, Mattie

Melissa - Liss, Lissa, Mel, Mellie, Missy

Natasha/Natascha - Nat, Nattie, Sasha, Tasha

Olivia - Livia, Liv, Livy, Ollie, Olive

Penelope - Penny, Poppy, Nelly, Polly

Philippa - Pippa

Rosalie/Rosalia - Rosie, Rose, Sally, Lia

Rosemary - Rosie, Rose, Mary

Veronica - Vero, Ronny, Nic, Nica

Wilhelmina - Minnie, Mina, Wil, Willa

Winifred - Winnie, Win, Freddie, Fred

More names!

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[whimsii-cal]

gale enjoyers I have a treat for you. here is 43 incredible seconds of gale’s laughing voice lines before they changed the “confused” condition to “befuddled” and apparently made it the same voice line as when a character has tasha’s cast on them.

I will forever be upset about this change. not only are the more dumb silly high-sounding chuckles more fitting for the befuddled condition than the unhinged cackling of tasha’s bUT JUST LISTEN TO HIM??? WE WERE ROBBED. ROBBED. HE SOUNDS SO CUTE HERE I WILL NEVER GET OVER IT OKAY

credits to this person on youtube for compiling these lines before they got changed!!

[casualya]

My BG3 Modlist

I made my modlist for BG3. It's mostly mods for visual character changes and adding different armor and clothing. I hope this information will be useful to someone. Please don't forget to read the descriptions to the modifications and download additional required mods ⬇️

APPEARANCE MODS

Heads | Face | Eyes | Makeup & Tattoo

Unique Tav Custom Appearance (You must also download and install this mod to work correctly) Vemperen's Other Heads Repaired Tasha's Cauldron of Faces New Character Creation Presets WIP Themia's Sister Preset Mari's tattoo Mari's makeup Astralities' Skintone Expansion - Natural Tones Astralities' Fantasy Skintone Expansion Eyes of the Beholder Aether's Half-Illithid Begone Gale's Wizardly Updo

Hair | Horns | Hair Collections & Colors

Tav's Hair Salon Icon and Race Patches for Tav's Hair Salon Tav's Hair Mixer Astralities' Hair Color Supplement Astralities' Hair Color Collection Vanilla (and NPCs) Hair Mixer Vessnelle's Hair Collection Tasha's Cauldron of Hairstyles Tasha's Cauldron of Hairstyles Pack 2 Horns of Faerun Alternate Horns for Tieflings De-Accessorized NPC Hairstyles Yves Hair Gallery Angel Wings And Halos __ By Ren Angel Wings and Halos _ Solar Race Patch P4 Bangs Bangs Everywhere (a Fringes and Extra Hair mod) Shibariwaluigi's NPC Hair Edits Ghouls Customization Compendium - Custom Heads Horns and Beards Ghouls Simple Braid and Ponytail Hairstyle Long Hairs Silver's Hair Pack Silver's Hair Pack 2 Silver's Hair Mixer REN'S DIVINE HAIR GALLERY Tepkunset Hair Collection Shadowheart Alternate Hair - Updated for Launch Fire Keeper's Hair and Mask

Body (Scars)

Bhaal Scars for All Darker Bhaal Scars for All Vampire Bite Scar

ARMOR AND CLOTHING MODS

Basket Full of Equipment. NSFW version Basket Equipment to Camp Clothing Basket Underwear to Underwear Slot Modular Equipment Citizen Outfits as Camp Clothes Professor's Suit Fancy Camp Clothes Fancy Dresses Epilogue Camp Clothes More Mage Gear Rose Bard Outfit Cambion and Gith Armor Extra Gear Extra Gear as Camp Clothing Druu's Clothes and Armours lokelani's lavish livery Ascendant Astarion Epilogue Clothes Witcher 3 Armor (Keira Ciri Yennefer Margarita) Yennefer's wardrobe Triss' wardrobe Astarion's Wardrobe Astromancer robes Custom Item Pack IO's Outfit Collection Slutty Menswear

Astarion's Gear Nox Male Outfit from Elden Ring Mythral accessories

EARRINGS | ACCESSORIES | GLASS

Mythral accessories Ghouls Custom Piercings Piercing Improvement - Physics Piercing Edits Astarion's Earrings Kylin's Piercings Ellian's trinkets Weeviljester's Accessories Trips' Accessory Collection P4 Blooming Circlets and Piercings - a Valentine Inspired Mod

Dyes

TC Dyes

OTHER MODS

Races

Half angel ( Aasimar 5E ) Aasimar - xx's New Female Head Preset patch Astralities' Tiefling Compendium

Gameplay | Interface

ImprovedUI ReleaseReady Appearance Edit Enhanced Transform into companions and NPCs - Ring of Metamorph Tutorial Chest Summoning Hugs

Misc | Utilities

Norbyte's Baldur's Gate 3 Script Extender (from github) Baldur's Gate 3 Mod Fixer Trips' Old Shader Pack (for Unique Tav Custom Mod)

VIDEO AND SCREENSHOTS TOOLS

Otis Camera (Baldur's Gate III photomode tools) IGCS Connector IGCS Depth of Field ReShade

[rinwellisathing]

I had another fic ides but this one being Rolan-centric, trans masc Rolan because this is me writing so of course, but in his studies as he reads about famous wizards while he's still young, he discovers Iggwilv's Demonomicon and learns how Tasha gained knowledge, power, and influence from dealings with Grazz't and decides to try it for himself and just writing a really kinky monster fucker fic where Rolan spends a bunch of time cloistered away in his room negotiating with Grazz't for power and forbidden knowledge through kinky sex. I might also frame it as a Rolan/Ilya/Gale fic and add bits where Ilya talks about sex with devils during his time in the hells and Gale talks about weave sex.

[sophiasharp]

It’s probably because of how deeply tied to their identities the Tadfools’ backstories are (and also how the fuck does Tav fit into anything) but I’m kinda surprised by how I haven’t seen much, if any, role-swap stories for Baldur’s Gate yet. Which is a shame cause I think there could be a lot of potential there, cause none of these guys would respond to each other’s circumstances the exact same way.

Think of a noble-borne Astarion, who might not have been the best person but still would give anything to see the city he loves safe. This time, it is not infernal machinations that threatens Baldur’s Gate, but the long-standing rot of the Faewild that promises to bring about its ruin. The binding of his mortal soul is made all the more bitter by his family’s formal disowning of a child who conspires with the Fae. Making himself into a hero is not done out of a genuine selflessness but out of a necessity to try and reap SOME reward out of sacrifice, to make it MEAN something other than losing all he once knew.

Think of Lae’zel, stolen from Selune’s Tears during a Githyanki training mission and brought up in the Sharran cloister, damned to forget herself while always and forever remaining OTHER compared to the rest of the acolytes. Shar bids one live their lives in the shadow, but she figures one must sometimes bring the shadows forward more forcefully if they are to further their cause. As a war cleric, she promises to become the sword-arm to the Nightsinger that might one day banish the light for good. And yet, she still wonders some days where she comes from and why her hand sometimes burns so fiercely.

Think of a young, bright-eyed, and curious Karlach, raised on tales of swords and sorcery, who more than anything wants to become one of those heroes one day. She wants to be the next Elminster, or Tasha, or Mordenkainen- no, she wants to be BETTER than them, to outshine even the greatest of spellcasters and use her power to protect those she loves. Mystra sees her determination and feeds it, letting her enthusiasm grow to obsession as she gets older, leaving behind her friends and family in favor of her greatest passion incarnate. But it’s not enough. How could it ever be, when the woman who claims to love her, the one she’s built her life around, continues to hold true mastery of the arcane just out of her grasp? Surely there is some way she can prove her worth. Surely, with her Goddess’s favor and her own deft hand at Abjuration, she will be able to gift Mystra the one thing she wasn’t able to take on her own.

Think of a Gale, a scrappy young man with so much arcane potential and yet none of the money necessary to have it be honed properly. Still, mouths must be fed, and so he pushes himself to become stronger, strong enough to support his single mother in the City of Splendor. Indeed, he grows strong enough to catch the attention of an up-and-coming politician from Baldur’s Gate who may have some shady dealings on the side, but the money was good enough for him to look the other way. Just as long as he could keep sending money back to Waterdeep, he didn’t care much what his boss did. Until, one day, everything changed. He was sent to the hells, his heart ripped out of his own chest and replaced with a searing hot contraption that threatened to burn him from the inside out. Ten years he spends down there, fighting a war he never signed up for, and a rage begins to take form. Through his anger, the magic inside him finally finds a conduit, wild enough to let him survive through everything.

Think of Jenevelle, kidnapped during her Selunite rite of passage by mindflayers and later “saved” by Githyanki raiders. She is offered the chance to prove herself more than a slave, and grabs on with both hands. She trains among them, fighting not only to survive but to be the BEST at it, to justify her existence amongst their ranks. By the time she is grown, her past life is but a distant, painful memory. She earns the title of Shadowheart, her mettle as cold and furious as the dark side of the moon. For her own safety, she can never let herself stop fighting to be better. She will become Vlakith’s champion if that’s what it takes for her to finally, finally be enough.

Think of a Wyll Ravengard born two centuries earlier, nearly killed and left for dead by one of his father’s political rivals when a cold hand offers eternal salvation. Later, he wishes he had perished in the alley as intended. He spends years, decades hoping that his father and the rest of the flaming fist would find him, only to be crushed when rescue from his living hell never comes. He outlives all that would have known the face of Grand Duke Ravengard’s late son, becomes a ghost of himself as he learns how to lead countless to their deaths in the hopes of saving his own skin from more pain. And yet, somewhere deep inside him, there lays a part of him that still holds hope for the happily ever afters of the old stories he clings to despite everything he’s gone through. By day, he sharpens his claws, remembers his training from before his life was thrown away, re-teaches himself how to strike hard and fast before anyone can react, and bides his time. Maybe, just maybe, the gods would give him the chance to be his own hero. The monster and the hunter both.

[biowhore]

Even now

Have another prompt drabble, this time featuring Tasha and Gale (of Credentials and Distraction) in an alternate ending scenario where Gale becomes a god.

For context, Tasha is a white dragon draconic bloodline sorcerer.

His back looked different. 

His scapula sharper than before, his shoulders straighter. No softness, no easy bend to his head, just straight and determined. Cold. 

“Even now? After all we’ve been through?” she asked.  

His chin turned slightly toward her, the only indication she would get that he was listening. She could see the faint marks of his Netherese orb on his cheek from this angle, a terrible reminder of the future he was marching toward.  

“Yes. Everything we’ve been through should be evidence enough that I need to do this. But we’ve exhausted that conversation,” He answered her, steel in his voice.  

“We have,” she whispered, nodding to herself as her eyes bore into his back. 

She would let him go, let him sink into the cold well of his own fate. She was no stranger to cold, was not afraid of it, but once he froze the blood in his veins the man she knew would die. The warmth she fell in love with, the heart she held in her hands, would cease to exist. Only the shell would remain.  

“You can still join me,” he said, his chin turning forward again, as if he already knew her answer.  

Nothing needed to be said. There was nothing left, except goodbye.  

“Gale...” she began, closing her eyes, unable to speak to his back like this. And doubly so, when she opened her mouth to tell him, to speak all the pain in her heart at losing him, she found she could not. In truth, all had been said that needed saying. Nothing would sway him now.  

She was not enough.  

He knew as much, and was already walking away when she opened her eyes. His back broad, his spine straight, and a jagged crown in his hands.  

“Goodbye Gale,” she whispered to no one.  

--- 

Nearly a year later, she sometimes felt a cold snap within her magic as she cast. She was ice itself, but this was the primal cold needle of something other. It felt proud, it felt steely, it felt... lonely.  

But gods do not regret, and human hearts like hers do not forgive. 

Even now, after all they’d been through. 

[clericofgale]

Gale: So, Lae'zel have you ever been tempted to use psionics in your uh romantic endeavors?

Lae'zel: Only once did you know in low gravity settings Githyanki can maintain aerial suspension for hours at a time?

Gale: Fascinating! I think the Archmage Tasha described a spell with similar effect! Really must look that up...

Reminder that Gale may be old fashioned in the dance of courtship but definitely not in the art of dancing "betwixt the sheets".

[raviolirash]

Gale: What is my purpose?

Tav: You bully Raphael in his fight with Otto's dance and Tasha's laughter every turn.

Gale: Oh my god

[blackjackkent]

Weirdly, even though we agreed to look into the murder of Father Lorgan (and Hector even got an inspiration for it!), there is still nothing about it in the quest log. Hm. Hopefully this doesn't mean it's bugged out.

Chatted a bit with some of the other priests in the temple - two of them are arguing because one thinks Lorgan was stupid to trust the refugees and the other thinks it is their responsibility to help all.

Hector puts a word in on the side of compassion. [MONK] "To offer alms to all who need it - that is the sign of a noble soul."

This didn't do anything to resolve the argument, but we did get an inspiration from Shadowheart for siding with the open-minded priest.

Another interesting thing that the grumpy priest mentioned was that Duke Stelmane has also been murdered recently. This is interesting primarily because, according to the Emperor's story, he and Stelmane were business partners running the Knights of the Shield. Something to keep an ear to the ground about.

Headed back downstairs in the hope of finding more clues now that we've talked to Yannis. No real luck, but we did find Shirra's grave.

Without any prompting from me, the spirit then came out of the amulet and looked in the grave.

"Gone thou might be, alas!" the spirit wails. A long pause, and then....

"AND YET THY SHELL WILL RISE!"

The corpse lurches upward out of the grave, surrounded in the pale purple aura which marked the laughing spirit of the amulet.

"Oh, ho ho ho, honored Shirra!" it chortles maniacally. "Her spirit hath fled, and her body but merely a husk. Heh heh hee-hee-HEEEEE!"

It takes a moment to recover enough of itself to continue. "Swear, I did," it goes on gleefully, "to shed this foul mania and bestow it upon Shirra! She was to endure, to suffer, as was her god Ilmater's wont! Who now shall bear the madness Shar has wrought on me, so I might no longer suffer?"

The corpse's glowing eyes focus on Hector and its mouth twists in a horrifying impression of hilarity.

"He-ho-hoo-hahaHAHAHAHAHAHA! Shall it be THOU?!"

Hector has watched this unfold with considerable bafflement, but with the sudden pointed question, he snaps to wariness at once. He has already felt the influence of the monk's laughing curse once, and it was hard enough to fight off the first time.

"Careful, Hec," Karlach mutters in an undertone.

[ARCANA] Ponder what you know of the monk's affliction. What are the consequences of accepting it?

Narrator: The monk himself holds your answer. Tasha's Hideous Laughter is a powerful skill - but earning it may come at the cost of wisdom.

It's an unappealing prospect at best. Hector has not only seen the amulet's curse but has also witnessed Gale using Tasha's Hideous Laughter himself; he doesn't really want anything to do with what this spirit is offering. Then again, leaving Shirra's corpse to wander around giggling maniacally forever doesn't really seem appropriate either.

Nevertheless, the answer feels clear enough. "Gods, no," he says wearily. "I don't want to inherit your curse."

The corpse's laughter takes on a menacing air. "HA! HO! Hee-HEE! Well, if laugh I must, let our alliance end on a lark."

Every corpse in the immediate area immediately springs to life around them and charges at Hector without hesitation.

[wetcatspellcaster]

If Rosalie could have the meal and drink of her dreams what would it be? Secondary question, if she could have three people living or dead in all of FR at dinner with her who would they be?

I think tbh Rosalie would just be nostalgic for home-cooked food, so the meal and drink of her dreams would just be the encapsulating memory of like, the best dinner party she had with friends, or her mother's cooking, or the first meal a loved one made for her (in the case of astarion, the food they ate at a restaurant afterwards when the food he attempted to make was... dire.) I don't do very well with picking out favourite foods, but if I was to make a guess she probably loves fried streets foods, and lemonade in the park.

your second question made me trawl through the D&D lore I know lmao, bc all my games are in homebrew settings! The answer I came up with was a bisexual girlie's dream:

Ezmerelda D'Avenir, monster huntress, vampire slayer, stone cold hottie.

I think she'd want to meet a god. Mystra is out of the running out of loyalty to Gale, so I went with the Raven Queen just because she's a similarly mysterious figure with unknown magical practices and ties to magic. Also, hot.

Iggwilv/Tasha, just bc I think she'd want bragging rights and all the other famous wizards are men :') also, ho-

She would consider inviting either Jander Sunstar or Drizzt to give Astarion a complex, but I think this would be the meal she'd actually enjoy x

[riddlerosehearts]

BG3 Tag Game

thank you to @nerdalmighty for tagging me!! 💖

tagging @smooti @the-blue-wraith @werevampiwolf @lockescoles and anyone else who wants to participate! no pressure, just tagging a few mutuals who i've seen post about the game.

Favorite romance: well, the only one i really know anything about is gale's romance (i know a few details here and there about most of the others but i haven't actually seen how they play out) so it has to be him. but i love gale so much i would be incredibly surprised if any of the others ever surpassed him. he's so funny but he's also such a gentleman, and all of his romance scenes are just beautiful. every time he calls my tav "my love" i feel like i am going to melt into a puddle.

Favorite class to play: i really need to try more of the classes but i've had so much fun playing my bard!! i love using tasha's hideous laughter/otto's irresistible dance on everything. imagine being a famous bard who's also hailed as a hero that helped defeat the chosen of the dead three, and when people ask how you did it, you get to say you just concentrated really hard on making ketheric thorm fall over in a fit of laughter while everyone else beat him up.

Favorite NPC: oh my god this is such a hard question... i honestly loved ketheric's story, and i also love alfira and rolan!! i'm actually so attached to the tiefling refugees in general, it's always a delight to see any of them again. and raphael is an incredibly fun villain.

Favorite song off the soundtrack: hmm, probably either raphael's final act because it feels so much like a classic disney villain song or wash my pain away, because it's just a beautiful song that makes me emotional.

Tell us a little about your Tav: my tav is a half-elf lore bard named elenion who pretends to be super confident and outgoing but is actually a shy nerdy anthropologist. they're very much high INT low WIS and will make ridiculous decisions if they think they might end up with interesting knowledge or a good story to tell (this is the entire reason they let astarion stick around at first even though he was obviously a vampire, btw). they also fell in love with gale within 5 minutes of meeting him and are best friends with wyll.

Something you wish was in the game: i'm in agreement that i wish there were more interactions between the companions at camp!! they talk about each other a lot, but not to each other so much other than the banter you get while walking around, and i'd just love to see them all bond more. i also wish there were more body type options, so you could make more androgynous-looking characters without having to mod the game.

Do you create fanworks? Share something with us: not currently but i would actually love to make gifs of the game!! and i probably will start doing that sometime later this year, whenever i'm able to get a new graphics card for my PC.

[greyias]

At long last...

baby girl has finally fell ass over tea kettle asleep

A non-comprehensive list of things Ari has accomplished on this longest of days:

Started investigating the Open Hand Temple murders in earnest including interviewing everyone, speaking with the dead, and generally doing 1000x better as a detective than a flying elephant

Located the crypt underneath the temple

Freed the soul of a cursed monk by personally breaking Shar's laughing curse by pure willpower

Found the hidden tunnels underneath the temple and fought a bunch of shapeshifters on the trail of the serial killer

Got drug into the middle of a turf war between two criminal factions

Gave herself the alias Daisy Dewdrop Fluffington to try and outwit a Steel Watchman.

Nearly got arrested and was saved by the Ironhand Gnomes

Found Barcus again! Whose boyfriend tried to rope them into some light domestic terrorism

Ran into some of Astarion's "siblings" who fucked off before we could talk to them

Found another victim of the serial killer, found out it was the serial killer's mama

Visited a brothel, where everyone came onto Ari, and the incest twins tried to convince her and Gale to have an orgy while Gale nearly expired on the spot

Talked to the most useless flying elephant ever and got a pass into the lower city

Accidentally wandered into fantasy!ao3, aka the Elminster's Sexy Library

Astarion kept rolling nat20s on locked doors in a brothel, one of which contained a nymph and a surprise!mindflayer

The nymph gave Ari a +d6 buff to all ability checks, saving throws, and attack rolls for the rest of the day

Talked to Raphael who perved out over the Crown of Karsus

Went with Jaheira to talk to some Harpers and got jumped by more shapeshifters

Did battle with an evil blob disguised as a cow

Got invited to Gortashs's coronation where Wyll had to confont some Daddy issues, Karlach had to not do a murder, and Ari learned they have a spy at camp

Talked to Counselor Florick who we're totes def going to break out of prison any day now (but surprisingly not this day)

Got ambushed by Mizora who decided she's going to just hang around our camp now just because

Went into the Lower City and was immediately beset by a newspaper lady who let them know the National Enquirer was going to to print a smear piece on us

Got banned from the National Enquirer

The one man vampire elf wrecking crew snuck into the National Enquirer to sabotage the presses, and in a fit of petty pique, stole everything not nailed down in the basement.

And then the editor's office for further measure. We're running dangerously low on spell slots at this point.

Talked to the thus far only non-useless member of the Flaming Fists who deputized us to find the serial killer

Talked to a bunch of murdered corpses (some quite sassy) all around the city, investigate some really sketchy ritualistic murders in some basements, and warned several still living potential victims to watch the fuck out.

After all that hard work went to a wine festival to unwind (and warn another murder victim) but PSYCH -- the wine of the intended victim was poisoned and we found our serial killer who dimension doored out leaving us to fight a bunch of his shapeshifting duplicates. Astarion is nearly one hit killed with a sneak attack (now he knows how it feels). The group survives by the skin of their teeth (and burning through scrolls and potions because we REALLY should fucking sleep now), but successfully save all the civilians at the wine festival

But now they have to run across town to a very sassy tailor who we already warned to close up shop but apparently he didn't listen. We arrive literally just in time to stop him from getting his throat slit (and save our Flaming Fist partner) from the serial killer and this seemingly endless well of shapeshifting accomplices

After a long and harrowing fight where every last spell slot is burned, and Ari has to actually use that extra Tasha's Hideous Laughter I was making fun of earlier for crowd control, the serial killer and accomplices are finally defeated and it seems the victims are safe

Ari & co stumble back to the Elfsong Tavern and rent a room, ready to collapse. Ari finally hits the button to long rest

EXCEPT SURPRISE -- Mizora says it's still plot time and tries to get Wyll to sell his soul forever and ever amen in order to have a shortcut to find his dad. Ari's like "we can do this without her" and encourages Wyll to break his pact.

Everyone acts like this is somehow the absolute worst thing and that Wyll has done the absolutely unthinkable and resigned the city to flames and death, and how could you do that to your father Wyll??? Your father would totes want you banished to the hells for eternity my god where is your moral center Wyll??? -- except for fucking Jaheira who was like "I'm pretty sure Wyll's dad wouldn't want his son to sell his soul in exchange for his safety"

Ari falls face first on a pillow in an actual bed for the first time in the game, and sleeps for an eternity. Who knows what the next day will bring