#jaheira tbt.

[bitterseadrop-a]

also still don‘t have a bg3 verse but some lil tid bits while i‘m still in act 2

assassin rogue with a criminal background. grew up in the streets and therefore had a very high proficiency in deception, sleight of hand & charizzma

was on the mindflayer ship as well and played herself off as a stranded defendless young maiden when she met mc 😔 can become your companion but when when you decline her, she WILL find a way off that ship and hold a grudge against you :/

has an absolute blast deceiving absolute cultists, gain their trust and then ends up stabbing them in the back (literally)

believe it or not she‘s… very cautious abt using the tadpole. if you want her to use its powers, you‘ll need high approval with her and it definitely takes some coaxing

[bardchoices]

i'm in act 2 of my monk run and i'm emotional catching a bunch of stuff after finishing liana's playthrough, and one of the big things i'm thinking about is how she just can't resume her normal life once the absolute is defeated and the tadpole problem is resolved. as much as she'd need and welcome a break, she wouldn't be able to take one for long without going stir crazy and losing her head a little bit.

her next step would most likely be joining the harpers. her moral compass and modus of operandi aligns so well with the harpers, it's just a very natural fit for her.

[harpershigh]

"I know," Jaheira said, her voice measured, steady, although her hands paused briefly in their task. She looked up, meeting Astarion's curious, almost guarded gaze. "I traveled with a vampire once."

Her words were light enough to tempt a question, heavy enough to deter one. She paused, letting her gaze drop to the laundry again before continuing, the faintest smile tugging at her lips. "Well, more than once. The Harpers tend to attract... a wide variety of individuals. Truth be told, we have an assortment that could make even the gods raise an eyebrow."

There was a flicker of humor in her tone, but it dimmed quickly, her expression shifting into something more contemplative. Her brow furrowed slightly as memories of Athkatla stirred, the city's shadowy streets and the peculiar bonds forged there. Astarion hadn't asked — not explicitly — and she wasn't entirely certain he would want to hear the tale. But perhaps offering a sliver of it, just enough to show him her perspective, would be worth the risk.

After all, druids were not known for their leniency toward the undead. She could only imagine how many had looked at Astarion with nothing but scorn or hostility. It wasn’t her way — no, not anymore — but she understood how deeply those judgments could cut. "I've known quite a few of your kind in my life."

Jaheira’s hands continud the methodical work, scrubbing and wringing pieces of her clothing as she spoke, her tone casual but the quiet nostalgia was very clear. "One of them was named Hexxat. A thief by trade, wits sharp as a blade, and a tenacity that was hard not to admire. She could slip through shadows as though they were an extension of herself. Had a knack for unearthing treasures — things even their owners had long given up on. There was something... relentless about her."

Her gaze lifted briefly to Astarion, a sort of dry amusement playing in her eyes. "I can’t say I ever saw her turn into a bat, for that matter," she added with a wry smile. "But her talents... peculiar doesn’t even begin to cover them. She could project her mind, take over another’s body entirely. A gift her creator himself didn’t seem to have. It was unsettling, I won’t lie. To watch someone lose themselves in her control. But it was effective, and Hexxat wielded it with an unnerving precision."

"Hexxat used this ability to lure us to her creator’s lair — a vampire named Dragomir. He’d locked her away with him, buried her deep in his tomb like some cursed trinket. As if she was his thing." She spat the last word with contempt, her voice bristled with anger, fury flickering in her eyes. "Killing that bastard? That was a pleasure. There’s no place in this world for anyone who steals people's freedom like that."

Jaheira’s movements slowed as she recalled the last memory of the vampire thief. Her voice softened, more contemplative now. "When we rid her of her creator, she took his cloak. A magical item enchanted to shield him from the sun. That’s how she managed to travel with us, without needing to scurry off and hide at every sunrise. I wonder sometimes where she’s wandered off to now."

Jaheira paused, eyeing the pile of clothes — that finally seemed to be close to its end — with a mix of triumph and exasperation. “By Silvanus’ horns, I swear I’ll never let my laundry stack up like this again!” she declared with dramatic flair, letting out a huff of sheer determination. It was, of course, an absolute lie. She knew full well that in no time at all, an even larger mountain of dirty garments would be waiting to ambush her back in her tent.

@harpershigh || continued

Three human lifetimes in a half-elf. Perhaps four, if luck was kind.

But luck had never been particularly kind to those who lived by the sword.

In silence, Astarion paid heed to Jaheira recounting tales of old, her voice coloured by the echoes of memory. People who once mattered more than life itself… People that, either by skill or a grim twist of fate, the half-elf had promptly outlived. Not because of her nature so much as the fate of a warrior, the kind of fate that always exacted its toll.

Unblinking crimsons remained locked on the old druid. The distant light in them unreadable, a star far too removed for warmth or guidance. He looked not at Jaheira but through her, at the spaces her words carved into the air. He wasn’t listening so much as cataloging, filing away each name and story, though not out of care. It was focus without pretense and, for once, Astarion forgot to feign the humanity he’d spent centuries honing to perfection.

Jaheira shifted the subject with the ease of someone well-practiced at steering conversations. A small detail– naught but a nudge away from the lingering shadows of her past.

“Hmm?” Astarion blinked then, the sound faint and automatic, as if catching up to the moment. A beat later, his tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, followed by a flick of the wrist— a gesture as dismissive as a wave scattering smoke.

“Oh, I couldn’t care less about that.” Light and airless, Astarion’s voice rang like a dagger that didn’t seem sharp until it cut. Then his head cocked sideways just a touch, an eyebrow perked in a way that was almost playful, almost cruel too. “But you do realise that’s not exactly accurate, don’t you?”

Then that smirk grew, like the sun setting over a battlefield. It wasn’t kindness, but it wasn’t malice either. “Vampiric spawns don’t normally inherit their master’s shapeshifting abilities, after all.” Intrigue. How much about vampires did Jaheira even know for starters? His gaze lingered on her, gauging, waiting for the reaction he knew would come.

Around them, the amber lights seemed to dim, shadows stretched toward the pair as if even they were drawn to whatever interplay of words and history, life and song took place. Astarion couldn't blame them. Jaheira truly was fascinating, wasn't she?

[lynnlovesthestars]

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Hi, welcome to my work in progress page, where I'll update with the status of the current pieces I'm writing, and to give a sneak peak on what's coming up.

When im mentioning OC, im always referring to my oc @wisterialynn

Status: I (Idea), W (Writing), E (Editing), B (Beta reading), T (To post), P (or strikethroughed, posted)

Genre: DDDNE (Dead dove), A (Angst), F (fluff), S (Smut), H (Hurt no comfort), C (hurt with comfort)

It includes requests

Astarion:

Untitled (Astarion x reader), where reader gets gravely injured and Astarion doesn't like it. W C F

Pretending pt. 3 (Astarion x reader) After a night of cuddles, waking up in an empty bed feels oddly wrong. W C F

Pretending pt. 4 (Astarion x reader) the shadowcurse is way more dangerous than what it seems H W

Little bump (Astarion x reader), dadstarion headcanon T F

request (Astarion x A Tav who rides a very large wyvern, with them having a bond similar to Daenerys and Drogon or Daemon and Caraxes from GOT/HOTD??) W

request (Could I ask for a Astarion x Durge!Tav I've done 2 Durge playthoughs and wish , which ever companion you romance has a reaction when Durge rejects to be bhasls chosen and gets killed but brought back to life by withers [...]) E

Untitled (Astarion x reader) teaching magic to Astarion F I

Bloodshift (Astarion x oc):

Untitled (Astarion x OC) Dddne, oc has gone through some harsh things for the past 4 years, and he has doubtful ways of coping. DDDNE, H, I

Untitled (Astarion x OC) where oc has a gift for Astarion, but he didn't think it through, featuring the couple rings you find in the graveyard near moonrise towers. C W

Untitled. (Astarion x OC) modern au, where Astarion has had a crush on oc for a long time, but does the wrong thing and almost fucks it up. W C

Untitled (Astarion x OC) college au, Artist !oc and best friend! art model! Astarion C W

Rooftops (Astarion x OC). What if they met after the fall of the netherbrain? C T

Nightmares. (Astarion x OC), study of their nightmares and their backgrounds, written in parallel. T C

Untitled. (Astarion x OC), where one can't hide anymore that they have to be caught in the middle of compromising moments, ft. oc background mentions S T

Untitled (Astarion x OC) Guardian angel au. I

Untitled (Astarion x OC) Background study of OC's trauma, ft smut. S E

Untitled (Astarion x OC) study of oc trauma, ft. hurt comfort. C W

Untitled (Astarion x OC) Miniseries walking through their relationship and rewriting scenes from the main game based on how oc would react. I

Holidays (Astarion x OC), for the holiday challenge on ao3, where the two lovers confront the fact that they have lost a lot since the last moment of peace they had. (W C

Karlach:

Untitled (Karlach x reader) finally you get to touch Karlach how she deserves. Inspired by the dialogue in act one- which is bugged in my run so i can do it over n over again) S W

Letters (Karlach x Dammon) title is self explanatory. F W

Untitled (Karlach x ??) Karlach has a twitter gossip account in anon and plays matchmaker. Modern au, socmed au, (Current plan for next milestone to recruit one reader's oc?) I

Wyll:

masquerade (Wyll x reader) meeting at a masquerade and falling in love I

Gale:

Untitled (Gale x reader). The netherbrain has been defeated and only the gods know if you'll survive the fall. W C

Untitled (Gale x reader), you are low on magic items, so you look for alternatives to help your wizard crush. W S

this kiss https://youtu.be/d-QO55xmS5A?si=8Zup_Dgz0iroNNgt W F

Jaheira:

Untitled (Jaheira x reader) sequel of dinner is served. S I

Shadowheart:

Untitled. (Shadowheart x reader) there's only one goddess in the shar temple until you kneel betweet her legs and the Lady of Loss is forgotten. S W

Laezel:

Shattered. (Lae'zel x reader). Vlaakith broke her heart, and it's you that has to pick up the pieces. C W

Halsin:

tbt

Minsc:

tbt

Other:

request (Could I request headcanons for Harleep, Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor with kind and patient gn s/o? This is quite self-indulgent of me because I have been told I'm too nice & so patient so I'm curious how they would react XD) W

request (Could you do a separate scenario thing with the companions(Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Karlach, Shadowheart, and Lae’zel) The scenario I was thinking of is Tav who’s married to the companions(separate) is arguing with their child in another room about Uno.) W