#justice for dammon

[csphire]

"Larian Studios, what do you mean there is no Dammon romance?"

"Well fine then, I'll do it myself!" :p

If anyone else wants to romance him reblog or start posting your own thirst to boost this to Larian's attention. We need to speak up now while the idea of a DLC is still fresh on the table.

If a DLC drops two wishes Larian:

(Pretty please!!!)

Dammon has more hp than eight. Yes, he's got a grand total of 8 hp and it causes us fans of his a lot of anxiety.

Introduce some non-follower romance options. The thirst for Alfira is real but there is also some for Zevlor, Rolan, Larkrissa and Dammon too. Many of us won't mind a few extra people about camp or at the inn room. Nor do we expect Dammon or Alfira to be warriors. Dammon just being our wee forge husband that still charges us is fine and fair for all of his hard work. Tight budget? Why not reuse animations from other romances and just use different angles? (Hey, I'll take it-anything really-no seriously)

Gives more poly options. We don't want to exclude or break up cannon romances. Like, let us third wheel or more with say Dammon x Karlach x Astarion x Wyll x PC or Alfria x Larkrissa x PC.

Why are his eyes not glowing? In Early Access the human and elf eyes would still glow if one was a tiefling. Sadly in full release of the game, this is not the case. So this was the closest I could get to Dammon's eye color so far without mods. Sorry, but those dreamy eyes of his are unique to the real Dammon for now unless you use a mod. ;_;

[lilyslemonadestand]

Hi! Can I request tieflings with touch starved Tav? 💫

touch starved.

a/n: this probably /definitely/ should've been an actual fic. i like... mixed an actual plot with headcanons IDKKK i'm new alright. at least i finished a blog for once. pat me on the back for that! also, i've never written for any of them, so lmk if you have critiques!! AND LEAVE MORE TIEF BOYS ASK I AM OBSESSED. loved this request btw!!! hope i did it justice!

warnings: nothing this is so fluffy and innocent.

rolan.

• out of the three of the tieflings, he's definitely the most touch starved.

• i mean he's literally never been touched by anyone besides his siblings, and that's mostly just them smacking him.

• after a long day of getting your ass kicked /and maybe accidentally walking into your own moonbeam once/ you decided to visit sorcerer sundries alone to check up on your old friend.

• evidently, rolan had a equally horrible day. well, it was the same as usual, but rolan was more bitchy.

• when he saw you though, all of his irritation and annoyance flooded from his body, and it seemed like he completely lit up.

• "new bruise?" she asked, watching as the corner of his lips turned upwards. a genuine, non-snarky smile was rare from rolan. he rolled his amber eyes at you, nodding regardless.

• "new scar on your nose, hm?" rolan retorted, and your hand went up to rub at the bridge of your nose. you hadn't even realized that you'd been bleeding there. huh. at least it'd be a cool place for a scar.

• before either of you realized it, rolan's hands were clasped around one of yours, his thumb rubbing circles onto your palm. you froze. who even knew how long it'd been since you'd been touched like that--- if ever. even gale brushing shoulders with you made you tense up, let alone a touch by a really cute tiefling.

• he notices your reaction and can't help but laugh, making the tip of your ears flush pink, and you glared at him. rolan's freckled cheeks are just as warm as yours.

• "i've been worried about you, you know." he blurts out, and for a second he pictured cal and lia teasing him for hours on end. they all knew he liked tav, and had ever sense their brief encounter at the grove, her fierceness leaving him staring with wide eyes and a blushed face. ever since then, they never shut up about his little crush.

• "i know." you whispered, and you finally relaxed into his touch. rolan kept looking down at your shared hands. "but i'm not the one with fresh bruises."

• rolan clicked his tongue in annoyance, wishing he wasn't completely marked up by lorroakan, but he had no say in the matter. he figured you knew why he had these marks.

• "lorroakan isn't the best teacher in the world, i'll admit. don't worry about me though." rolan grumbled out. ah yes, this tone was the rolan she remembered. the grumpy one.

• your hands move to tuck a piece of hair behind his ears before brushing your knuckles gently across the fresh bruise on his jaw. rolan turned his gaze to the ground, and you heard him whining out some form of insult as your hand grazed his skin.

• "your skin's warm," you mumble regardless. "i could always kill him, y'know. well, i'm going to anyway. but i could speed it for you. and uhm--- i know a pretty decent wizard. gale, the one you met? much better than that asshole. he'd love to train you." you slightly ramble, and rolan watches as you fidget with your left hand, so he squeezes it gently. "i mean, i'd like you to... join too."

• "thank you, tav. i'll think about it." rolan's already made up his mind. he'd work for anyone as long as it wasn't lorroakan. he pressed a few kisses along your knuckles before dropping your hand.

• rolan can guess by the way you react to his touch that you're as touch starved as him and after that, it basically becomes a competition to see who can fluster each other more. /he does not win./

dammon.

• dammon is naturally very touchy. he talks with his hands and with his tail, so usually one of two will end up on the friends he talks to.

• with you, he's a little more shy, though. more careful, one could say. anytime you spoke, his sharp blue eyes were on yours, and he concentrated more on making sure he wasn't practically wagging his damn tail at you.

• today, you had your arms folded as you sat on one of the crates in the corner of his forge. dammon was finishing up a dagger for you, /his work too heavy for your liking, but you needed an excuse to talk to him, so you'd give them to astarion/ and you had been talking his ear off about your latest adventure.

• dammon didn't mind at all, humming in acknowledgement while he finished wiping the oil off of the blade.

• "here. crafted with love and care." the teifling teased, handing you your new weapon to inspect. and it was beautiful, perhaps one of the finest daggers you'd seen, with a lovely intricate design. dammon had made you plenty before, but each weapon and armor was just as beautiful. your eyes marveled at it, smiling before rummaging around your belt for your bag of coins.

• "it's lovely as always, dammon. thank you!" you beamed and you noticed his tail flicker from behind him. "and how much do i owe you again?"

• "you brought all the material's, my friend. and you brought me company today. how about you let me take you for a walk and we call it even?"

• his words felt like he'd just asked you on a date, but you jumped up from your place on the box, nodding enthusiastically.

• the heart of baldur's gate was much more relaxing in the evening. it wasn't god awfully hot, and the sky muted to a warm fuschia. and you couldn't help but admire the way dammon looked with his work sleeves rolled up, a content smile on his face as he led you through the streets.

•honestly, it was obvious to everyone besides you two that you two liked each other. dammon was oblivious, and, well... you just figured it wasn't safe enough to get into a relationship.

• little did you know, someone named karlach accidentally shared to dammon that you may have a thing for him.

• "so... are you going to continue that story about wyll?" dammon asked sweetly and you felt his tail move up towards the small of your back. like he was holding it while you two walked. at first you tried to ignore it, but the small act of touch made your face heat up.

• dammon must have noticed because he dropped his tail, instead moving to intertwine your fingers together.

• thankfully, the story of wyll was too good to keep quiet, so you were able to lean into his touch, dammon's eyes twinkling as you started to ramble on.

• also, once dammon notices just how touch starved you are, he will literally not be able to keep his hands off of you.

• massages, hand holding, wrapping his tail around your calf, rustling your hair when you say something silly--- definitely the touchiest out of the three.

zevlor.

• zevlor is also extremely touch starved, maybe more than rolan, he's just not as obvious. unlike the two younger boys, he feels like he's too old for feelings, especially for warriors like yourself.

• and unlike the two younger boys, zevlor's much better at hiding his feelings. his tail doesn't swing behind him, he doesn't flush like rolan, and he doesn't really speak on feelings like dammon.

• zevlor does admire you though, that much is obvious from his flaming rust eyes watching you carefully as you sneaked from conversation to conversation. you were strong and a leader just like him. it made you two have a lot in common.

• zevlor was tense when you approached him. most of the younger tieflings were laughing away, dancing even, all drunk as can be. the paladin had a chalice of wine in his hand, shoved forcefully by a certain large druid, but he had not yet even taken a sip. how could he? he had much on his mind.

• "drinking tonight?" you asked brightly, your smile enticing as you peered up at him while taking a swig of your own wine. your nose scrunched in disgust at the taste; tiefling wine wasn't most people's preferred choice for alcohol.

• zevlor chuckled and shook his head, tilting his glass slightly, so she could see that it was still full.

• "i've got too much to deal with--- tomorrow's trek will not be a simple task, tav." zevlor replied, setting down the glass on the table next to them.

• you frowned. that couldn't do. if you could relax, so could he. even leaders deserve their chance to have fun.

• "you deserve one good night of fun before tomorrow." you smiled. the teifling nodded his head slowly, tiredly rubbing his eyes.

• "that'd be nice... if i'm being honest. i just can't let them down." he mumbled, the stress from the journey showing in his face.

• "and look around zev. they're all drunk anyways. nobodies watching you tonight, so just relax."

• you were right. nobody was looking at either of them. most were drunk, and the ones that weren't were chatting away with halsin. it didn't take long for a small smile to creep up to his mouth. zevlor took the cup from her, and took a drink out of it. he mirrored her nose scrunch. wow. it really was cheap wine.

• with a fleeting moment of confidence, /or alcohol/ zevlor pulled you into a hug. at first, you didn't hug back. you were shocked. you hadn't had a hug in... what? weeks? months? years? and clearly, he hadn't either. you both seemed to really have needed it, too, because you instantly melted into his arms, and his grip only tightened. you could hear his heart thumping against his chest. yours was equally loud.

• "you've done great by them. i know you'll keep them safe. but in the meantime, you need to take care of yourself too."

• zevlor laughed against your hair, your encouraging words enough to make the old paladin's eyes water. he hadn't heard words as soft as yours in a very, very long time. and it was enough to keep him going.

• he wiped the forming tears quickly away with his sleeve, not wanting to burden you any further with his emotions.

• from then on, zevlor is very comfortable hugging you. whenever he sees you, whether it's in the mind flayer colony, in baldur's gate, or anywhere else, be prepared for a very bone crushing hug. when he feels fancy, he'll even spin you a little.

• all of his touch is very polite and romantic. you both deserve and need it.

[forgeofthenine]

Jumping on the transmogrification bandwagon.

How would the three bachelors react when they find out their s/o is a dragon? Maybe their draconic s/o can let them experience flight in the form of their s/o letting them ride on their back? (Go with whatever you think works best in terms of what kind of dragon they have as an s/o!)

I have to admit, I spent so much time reading about dragons on the wiki and I couldn't decide on just one type of dragon 👀

Believe it or not, I'm low-key obsessed with dragons, I have so many more ideas for the bachelors' and their dragon lovers too. Thank you for the request!

The bachelors finding out their lover is a dragon

Dammon

Getting closer to Dammon is something that happened naturally

As with many other steel dragons, you'd made a successful life living among humanoids within baldurs gate

After years of building your own personal treasure hoard, a collection of buildings and businesses, you were approched by a tiefling refugee

He'd come to you with the proposal of using your long abandoned forge, a home you'd always had trouble keeping filled

It was an easy decision to rent the building to the charasmatic tiefling, even offering him a small discount

You'd find yourself at the property much more often now, popping in on your way past to check in on your new favourite blacksmith

Dammon himself was always excited to see you, happy to set down his tools and keep you in conversation for an hour or two

However, it was only when you and the tiefling were in that uncertain position between friends and dating that you decided it was time to reveal your true nature to him

It was out in the mountains near baldurs gate, where you'd originally grown up, that you spread your wings again and showed Dammon who you really were

It would be a lie to say he wasn't surprised, Dammon was close to a heart attack when he saw your wings and tail unfurl as you grew to tower above him

You both had a very in-depth conversation after the revelation, discussing the lifestyle and expectations a dragon has compared to a 'mere' tiefling

It doesn't scare the blacksmith away though, if anything he's excited to learn more about you

Dammon will definitely gift you lots of pretty jewellery he's made, including pieces that fit you while in your true dragon form

Zevlor

You first met Zevlor when he was still a general within the hellrider ranks

Like many bronze dragons, you never knew when to leave well enough alone, so joining a humanoid army seemed a good idea

You had been with the hellriders for years with them being none the wiser, you and Zevlor bonding over shared ideals

You both had a strong sense of camaraderie and justice, often finding yourself in each others company and soon in a romantic relationship

When Elturel fell however, you had been in your lair, only able to hope and pray that your darling paladin would be returned to you safe

And he was returned, but you'd hardly been able to reunite with him before the tieflings were driven from the city

It only made sense in your mind to join them, despite appearing very human to the naked eye

It was honestly hard to hide your true form as the group travelled

The water tempted you to swim or make a new lair, the endless fighting would've been easier if you'd let yourself spread your wings

It was when you'd reached the grove you also made it to your breaking point

Soon, Zevlor found himself standing on the sand of the Sword Coast watching as a bronze dragon appeared before him in your stead

He really has no words, hardly believing his own eyes as his lover reveals something from his wildest dreams

Zevlors also seen many things and met many people within his life, but this takes him some adjustment

There's also a few discussions that happen between you, and you greatly flustered the poor man when you revealed bronze dragons mate for life

It's certainly a self esteem boost for the older tiefling to know such a noble and loyal being has chosen him out of any possible suitors

Zevlor is also the type to insist on helping you clean and polish your scales, taking care of you even when you're ten times his size

Rolan

A small part of Rolan had always been surprised by your interest in him

The two of you meeting when he and his siblings were in their teens, despite you being seemingly the same age you'd always come across more intelligent and poised than others

He'd always found himself drawn to your company, the two of you easily engaging in conversation for hours at a time

The fact you always smelled like a fresh, rainy morning didn't hurt either

When Rolan and his siblings were driven from Elturel, you were all too happy to join them

Anyone who dared to try and harm the trio instead found a furious silver dragon in human form

The group of you were inseparable, and you'd spent so much time together that you were almost scared to reveal your true self to Rolan

It'd been so long, and anyone could tell that the fledgling wizard was a fussy man

It was only when your group had reached the Shadowlands that Rolan discovered your true form

The mere thought of the three tieflings being taken from you was enough to enrage you to the point of stretching your wings and desperately taking hold of the closest one to you, Rolan

He himself was in absolute shock, between the giant dragon fighting against the ambushers that managed to make off with Lia and Cal

The wizard was distraught, and spent much of his time in the last light inn drunk and angry, even you were a victim of his temper

He was hardly pleased at the secrets you'd been keeping from him

It was only when Cal and Lia were returned, the two fawning over the fact you're a dragon, that Rolan actually pays proper attention to his best friend and crush being a dragon

He has endless questions, knowing you're a long lived species with a great array of knowledge, it's like a neverending interview

He appreciates having a study partner, and then later lover, that can keep up with and even surpass him

Having you around keeps things interesting for Rolan, and you provide him with a sense of security little else can

[tacticalhimbo]

TRANS DAY OF REMEMBRANCE 2024

Don't have the spoons to make a spiel about how solidarity in and out of the community is important, but wanting to highlight that as is. We need to speak out and show up for those who fight alongside us, and for those we've lost*.

*Remember: Any concrete numbers you see statistics wise are not 100% accurate. The violence against us, especially our BIPOC siblings, are majorly under-reported.

Here are some organizations and resources to share around, with attributions and pronouns (as of writing the post). I'll section this off based on what type of resource/org they are... more or less--

Archival.

2600 Pages of Hate: Transphobia and Fascism by maia crimew (It/She)

Black Trans* Oral History Project by Blu Bachanan (They/Them) and Naomi Simmons-Thorne (She/They)

Digital Transgender Archive by K.J. Rawson (He/Him) et al.

LGBT+ Intersectionality, a Google Drive full of Resource Books

The Mirror Memoirs by Amita Swadhin (They/Them), Jaden Cervantes-Fields (He/Him), and Bilen Berhanu (She/Her)

NYC Trans* Oral History Project

The Trans* Library (Carrd)

University of Victoria Transgender Archives (Canada)

Varied.

Baltimore Safe Haven, established by Iya Dammons (She/They).

Bklyn Boihood, established by Black masculine-of-center queer and trans people of color.

Black Trans Femmes in the Arts, established by Jordyn Jay (She/Her)

Black Trans* Travel Fund, established by Devin Michael Lowe (He/They) and Morticia Godiva (Her/Shey)

Brave Space Alliance, established by trans and gender non-conforming individuals.

FedUp Collective, established by Zain Lugay (They/He), Sam (They/Them), Cody (He/Him), Ian (He/Him), JO Walduck (She/They), et al.

For the Gworls, established by Asanni Armon (They/Them; Sources Vary)

The Gender Affirming Letter Access Project, established by transgender, nonbinary, and allied mental health and medical providers.

"The Gender Binary" is a Misnomer; Gender Has Always Been a Hierarchy by Talia Bhatt (She/Fae)

Privilege, Power, and Pride: Intersectionality within the LGBT Community by Kittu Pannu (He/Him)

The Okra Project, established by Gabrielle Inès Souza, Max Rigano, and Celyna Jackson (Pronouns Unknown).

Organización Latina Trans in Texas, , established by Anandrea Molina (Ella/She, Rigoberto Reyes/Monika Adams (Él/Ella/She/He), Gia Pacheco (She/Ella), Danny Lopez (Él/He), Noemi Garza, Barby Ledesma, Vanessa Garcia, and Kassandra Rivas (Pronouns Unknown).

Princess Janae Place, established by Jevon Martin (He/Him) and Dani Farrell (He/They).

The Transgender Education Network of Texas, established by various BIPOC trans community members.

Trans*, Gender Variant, and Intersex Justice Project, established by Janetta Johnson (She/Her), zy'aire nassirah (He/Him), zen "zee" mills (She/Her), van dell (They/Them), Valentine McClain (They/She), eli b. (They/He), et al.

TransgenderNI (Northern Ireland) / Belfast Trans Resource Centre, established by trans community members.

TransInclusiveGroup, established by Tatiana Williams (She/Her/Goddess), Krys Gordon (She/Her), Adrianna Tender (She/Her/Diva), Mei-Lan Diaz (They/Them), and Na'stacia Buchanan (She/Her).

Trans Latin@ Coalition, established by Paolo Coots (She/Her/Ella), Arianna Inurritegui-Lint (She/Her/Ella), Alexa Rodriguez (She/Her/Ella), et al.

Trans* Needle Exchange, established by Oliver (Pronouns Unknown).

And remember, community is what keeps us alive.

It is important to call out bigotry in our spaces; important to let those here know we value them and their existence. Do not solely fight for those who are gone, fight for those who are living with us here and now.

Let the folks in your lives and in your communities know you care about them. Listen to them. Learn from them. None of us are free until all of us are free.

Which is why I'm also going to drop broader-focus organizations and resources for the global community:

alQaws for Sexual & Gender Diversity in Palestinian Society

Canadian LGBTQ+ History

India's LGBTQ+ Movement

LGBTQ+: A Troubled History in Mexico

LGBTQ+ Orthodox Jewish Education (PDF)

LGBTQ+ Narratives in Pakistan

LGBTQ+ Rights Ghana Support Fund

Nigeria's Queer History

Queer Activism in Africa

Queer Nigerian Emergency Fund

Feel free to add onto this (preferably with more grassroots kinda stuff/individual spotlights; anything goes long as it's vetted really).

[hawkinshorror94]

Can I request headcanons for Wyll, Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor reacting to gn s/o telling about their suicidal thoughts please?

I left out Harleep because I didn't feel like I could do him justice. That being said, I hope you enjoy this! Also anyone reading this just know that my inbox is always open if you're having these feelings yourself. I felt myself reflected in some of these situations and that's why this request touched me so much.

TW: Suicide Ideations

You were going through the motions again, eat, sleep, fight, repeat. What would it be like to just end it all? Take a vial of Wyvern poison with your evening wine and just go to sleep? Or the Rosymorn Monastery cliffs would be a beautiful place for your bones to lie forever because you flung your body off one of the high cliffs there. Or die a hero’s death at the end of a silver sword and people would just say you were reckless, not that you minded to feel the sword pierce your heart. Because in those last stinging moments before death at least you would feel something other than mind numbing sadness. 

Wyll

“I saw you down here by the lake and I thought I would join you.” Wyll says as he sits down beside you, elbows barely brushing his as he does. You don’t mind the company but you’d much rather be wallowing in silence and not bringing down the mood of your other companions. 

“You can go back.” It comes out a little colder than you mean it too, but Wyll doesn’t bristle. He just turns his eyes out to the lake. The waters, dark and still in the night, it was hard to tell where the water ended and the night sky started. 

“I know how you feel.” He said softly, pulling a knee up to his chest as he kept his eyes trained out towards the water.

“You can’t possibly know how I feel.” You say softly clenching your fists in your lap, he looked over at you with a smile curving his lips.

“Try me.” He says softly and you tell him because it’s all you have been able to think about. It’s consuming your brain, ending your own life, snuffing it out like a candle. And he

listens, he doesn’t interrupt and when your body is wracked with sobs, he reaches out for you. 

“You know we are here for you.” He says softly into the crown of your head “I am here for you.” His thumb strokes your cheeks gently, smearing the tears away. “You come to me anytime you need me, I’ll listen. Or I’ll talk. I’ll do whatever you need me to do that keeps you here with me, okay?” 

“Okay” You agree softly as he continues cradling you against him. He was warm and grounding, maybe he would be the end of this blinding darkness and numbness.

Dammon

The heat of the forge is inviting as you watch Dammon work the billow, the smell of smoke and iron filling the air. He moves away closer to where you sit on a workbench and he begins hammering away at the piece of armor beside you.

“Have you ever thought of ending things?” You ask Dammon who nearly drops his hammer at your words. His ice blue eyes meet yours in a near panic, how easily you had admitted something so trivial to him. 

“No, no, I haven't, why would you ask me that?” He asks softly, laying down the hammer and removing his gloves laying them down beside your hip. You crack a half smile pretending like you're talking about something funny.

 “You don’t think about those things?” You ask and the genuine concern on his face nearly makes your facade break. Tell him, tell him, he could help you. 

“No, I couldn’t imagine leaving you behind like that.” He said taking your hand in his own rough one, squeezing it “Do you think about things like that?” He asked and you felt a lump in your throat and the confession came out like vomit, rushed and nonsensical, but he got the point.

“I’m sorry Dammon.” You apologized for worrying him with your complex feelings and he swatted your knee gently.

“Don’t apologize. I’m glad you told me.” He squeezed your hands in his own, the tactile stimulation grounding you both. “Please, never shut me out. You are a fire that needs to keep burning, even if it needs a little coaxing.” He muttered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

Zevlor

“If it scares you, I can assure you that I am terrified.” You mutter as the older tiefling looks over you in the bed, you know you look awful and you smell bad, but you also don’t seem to care.

“Why would I be scared?” He asks brushing some of your tangled hair out of your face, looking at the tears that make your eyes look glassy.

“Because of this.” You muttered softly, gesturing to yourself, his face softened as he looked at you.

“I see someone who needs help.” He says softly. He helps you from the bed and into the tub, working his lithe fingers through the knots and helping you scrub your skin clean. While you

dry off, he changes your bed sheets and gets you clean night clothes. Some warm food and water and of course something a little sweet to make it a “balanced meal”. Zevlor watches in quiet silence as you tell him everything, the dark thoughts that have swirled around in your mind and how alone you felt. 

“I would like to think that my love is a cure to the darkness inside of you,” He starts as he lays a hand on your knee “But I’m also old enough to know that my love isn’t always enough. No matter how happy you are, those tendrils of darkness still choke out that happiness. But that’s why I carry a sword.” And you can’t help but laugh at him, something warm that makes him smile. 

"For the darkness?" You ask softly

"For the darkness." He answers

[galeorderbride]

Could I request headcanons for Raphael, Haarlep, Cal, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor with GN Tav who is a martial pacifist please?

Got you anon! I did my best with Haarlep and Dammon, I hope you like them all! Also, I admit I had to google what a martial pacifist was lol, I live under a rock. Pray I did it right!!

More requests are going to be rolling out!! Keep an eye out :)

HC under the cut!

Headcanons for Zevlor, Cal, Rolan, Dammon, Raphael, Haarlep (in that order) with GN!Tav

Zevlor:

This type of person has to be Zevlor’s favourite (or one of them). While calling him a pacifist is a stretch, given he’s a hellrider and sort of a solider at heart, but he isn’t arbitrary with his violence. He leaves it as a last resort. For example, in the grove, his consideration to kill Kagha is not taken lightly and framed as a last resort. While he’s willing to do that to keep his people safe, he seems rather reluctant and even a little worried about things coming to that.

To see Tav in all their peace, prioritising discussion and talking disputes down rather than with force is incredibly admirable to him. He’d strive to be like that every day, and it seems to come naturally to Tav! While his utmost respect would be quiet, he’d never want to make you uncomfortable by overstating how he feels, he’d smile a bit every time he’d hear or see you resolving an issue with words alone. Convincing everyone involved that they all won out in the end.

But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think about that punch Tav threw at Aradin, right before the raging adventurer struck Zevlor himself. And even more when you returned with your companions to announce they’d finished off every goblin they could find. Knowing now that Tav could dole out punishment as much as they could peace, if it meant protecting the vulnerable. His affection for Tav would definitely sprout from this practical, moral approach to conflict, as it’s something he’d try to emulate if he could.

Cal:

Cal would feel similarly to Zevlor, maybe even more! He’s always trying to calm the less cool heads of his siblings when they argue, although he definitely isn’t always successful. Cal strikes me as someone who wants to avoid violence and confrontation in general, even if he may be a bit more capable of fighting than some other tieflings at the grove.

He’s gentle at heart, so of course he’d be drawn to Tav with a similar energy! Though, unlike Zevlor, he might feel a bit nervous when he first sees them throw a punch after they see an injustice. Maybe a Druid bullying one of the tieflings, or one of Aradin’s adventurers spewing the word ‘hell spawn’ loud enough for Tav to hear. A panicked heartbeat within Cal as he witnesses Tav socking someone in the face with the fury of Avernus.

After the first time seeing it, he’d come to love it! No longer worried that the pacifism was simply a mask for a bigger darkness, but rather a strong sense of justice that Tav hates to be compromised. Not to mention, the two of you as a team works best when one of you can at least be forceful!

Rolan:

Might see Tav’s pacifism as an ‘act’ initially. Seeing how popular and trustworthy they became to the rest of the tieflings. Rolan, as with everyone he meets, approaches them with a hint of cynical suspicion. Look at them, he’d think, traipsing about like a bloody folk hero! He’d question their reason, see that they had no material benefit to just being…decent. Yet they do, every time. How puzzling. How frustrating.

At least Tav would have some flaw. Their peaceful nature juxtaposed with the lack of a backbone, maybe. Something to make them a little less perfect. Only to find Aradin skulking about with his posse in their little hideaway. Bruised on the side of his face from what appeared to be a rough punch. Lakrissa told him that Tav intervened in a conflict between him and Zevlor, swinging at Aradin before the human could do it himself. No wonder he was packing up quickly, mumbling tiefling slurs under his breath as he declared himself ‘done with this hellhole’. So, not only was Tav a much-too-good Samaritan, they also fashioned themselves a paragon of justice.

He wished, at first, that they didn’t need someone like Tav to stand up for them. But even he isn’t immune to the charms of someone with such natural kindness. Especially at the celebration after the goblins were dealt with. When he performed a small incantation for Cal and Lia, and Tav watched behind them. Waves of lavender weave dotted like fireworks above him, and they clapped with an enthused smile. Rolan joked with his siblings to stave off the tingling warmth in his stomach when Tav applauded, embarrassing little butterflies that told him he’d have no choice but to warm up to this folk hero adventurer.

Dammon:

Excitement, through and through. Of course, Dammon appreciates Tav’s kindness and patience with others, a natural desire to help. What a rare thing to see anywhere, he’d think, especially for Tieflings. But with that appreciation comes a vexing feeling when he sees them in action, standing up for the ‘little guy’ as they say, ready to go in swinging when they’ve been wronged. A heat around his cheeks and chest to rival Avernus. He was never a fighter himself, how odd that he still had a thing for danger.

For Dammon, a moral pacifist is a match made in heaven. Senseless violence and carnage is not only unacceptable, but a reminder of his time in Avernus, no matter how nostalgic he can be for his access to infernal metals down there. Tav isn’t confrontational for the sake of it, but chooses their battles carefully, and always with a moral justification. Dammon enjoys the sight of them in their combative element, knowing he doesn’t have to feel guilty about it because it comes from a good place.

He’d ask Tav for infernal iron where they can find it, hoping they give him a little extra so he can forge a weapon for them. A token of his appreciation, he’d say, to stay coy about the real reason he so affectionately worked on this piece. A growing crush and fascination that comes to a head at the celebration when he presents you with a new sword or dagger forged from the fires of the hells themselves. A gift to ‘slay the unjust’, he says to Tav, as they ponder the future obstacles of their journey. He doesn’t wish to part from them so soon, but he’s glad to remember that they carry something from him the whole way.

Raphael:

Treats Tav’s nature as a game, like with anything. He’d want to see just how deep that peaceful nature runs before it inevitably snaps in two. And he’d relish over the thought of Tav losing themselves to him, to show just how much he could have an impact. More than he’d ever care to admit, Raphael comes up with ways to push Tav’s buttons, strategies for sowing cynicism into their pure, little mind. All the reason for them to draw over to him, become more than a reluctant ally.

The fire that latently crackles within them is like an infinite-act play. He watches them and their companions from afar, waiting to see the next person to suffer the unexpected ire of the golden folk hero, ready to help the next unfortunate sap they come across. Laughing to himself when he sees them let their rage consume them. He wonders where that inner turmoil came from, what tragic event occurred to have them so on guard all the time. If only he knew…the ways he could use that information.

Still, the inimitable kindness is rather…twee. There is something endearing about Tav’s ability to constantly see the good in things. In a sickeningly sweet sort of way. Most mortals break after a day or so with the arrogant musings of their fellow human (or elf or otherwise). Ultimately, Raphael believes mortals are all selfish at heart, even if they spend their limited lives trying to deny that. Tav has a certain resilience he hasn’t seen before, he should give them that.

Haarlep:

Wants more than anything to unlock that less-than-moral side of Tav. Haarlep wishes to lock into the baser desires possessed by all mortals, even the most decent ones. That constant need to settle scores with peaceful dialogue and compromise can only go so far before the desire to ‘let go’ becomes too strong to resist. How irresistible it would be to convince them to lose themselves in him, so he could leave a wicked little piece of himself within them as they go on their moral crusade. Knowing that even in the lightest, most benevolent of deeds, his pointed, forked tongue would still whisper in their ear.

Choosing battles requires strength, the mental fortitude to not fly off the handle when things get too stressful. And Haarlep takes the most enjoyment out of making the strong fall weak to his influence. And he’d shower them in adoration for giving in to that constant ecstasy he could give them if they just say the word.

This isn’t to say he’d want to strip Tav of all their moral righteousness. No, that’s part of the fun, if he can convince them to let him please them. A dangerous, erogenous selfishness left only for him to experience. The idea of being the one creature in the realms Tav doesn’t have to assist with anything, he’s perfectly capable of doing all of that on his own. As long as he can still pepper those little parts of him within their soul, embedded there forevermore.

[ihatetheinternetandeveryoneonit]

Karlach and Dammon fixing her engine and getting married and having tons of strong babies and starting a family business of being soldiers for justice.

[whataboutmysanity]

Hey people making Etsy stuff for BG3

WHERES THE WYLL REP???

After literally 5 minutes I found MULTIPLE sets of pins, stickers, and charms that featured all origins EXCEPT Wyll

He just

Not

There

THIS PERSON MADE DAMMON BEFORE A WYLL LIKE HUH??

AND THEY COULDNT EVEN MAKE DAMMON THE RIGHT COLOR

If course, not all sellers are like that. Plenty are doing Wyll Justice by including him in there sets

Oh?

Oh wow… who’s that bronze fellow with shiny flowing locks that have never seen a braid before? Surely that’s not the Blade of Frontiers and KNOW BLACK MAN Wyll Ravengard?!!!?!!!?

I don’t normally make a fuss about this kinda thing but umm….. if Wyll was a white man people would love him more and that being true in many cases is sickening

LEARN TO DRAW BLACK PEOPLE IF YOURE PLANNING TO SELL CHARACTER SETS THAT FEATURE BLACK MCS

[stuffforthestash]

Modern Academic AU pt3

All this because I couldn't stop thinking about what kinds of classes Professor Raphael would teach... He's laughing up at me from hell, I just know it.

part 1 and part 2

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Kagha (by request!) - Environmental Science. Will only teach courses about political lobbying and activism. She's also a militant vegan and active member of PETA, and won't shut up about it.

Dammon - College of Engineering. Teaches "Advanced Manufacturing Processes" and "Finite Element Analysis", and runs the machining shop. Also teaches a metal sculpture class when there's room in the Art School's budget. He's one of the faculty liaisons for several LGBTQA+ orgs on campus as well, and is completely oblivious to the fact he has a fan club (which is for the best, really)

Zevlor - Campus Security. A retired Green Beret who refuses to talk about his time in the service, he's well liked by most faculty and known to be a bit of an old school charmer. LOTS of rumors and speculation about what kind of injury got him discharged, and how he got it.

Barcus - College of Engineering. He teaches classes on Thermodynamics and Process Design & Safety. Has no idea how popular and well-liked he is by both students and staff.

Wulbren - Chemical Engineering Dep't Chair. He's brilliant, but also an asshole, and is constantly trying to weasel more grant money for his research into ethically questionable chemical compound modifications. Also makes his TAs teach all his classes for him.

Lorroakan - English Dep't Chair. Thinks he's hot shit for it but really no one else wanted the job. He makes his TAs teach all his classes AND do all his admin work, so he can spend all his time (and the department's money) on schmoozing with alumni and donors.

Blurg - Environmental Science. Isn't that great of a teacher but it's required for keeping the research grants coming in. Thankfully his passion and enthusiasm for topics like Sustainability in Agriculture make up for his shortcomings.

Omeluum - They're actually Bluurg's research partner and not technically a member of faculty, though they also act as his unofficial TA because otherwise Bluurg's course work interferes with their research timelines.

Nine-Fingers Keene (by request) - School of Business. Her classes are all advanced level and titled things like "Gaining The Competitive Edge". She also runs an entrepreneurial outreach program for young women seeking to start their own businesses.

Dame Aylin - VP of Diversity and Inclusion. She's very passionate about her job and a VERY vocal advocate for social justice issues like inclusivity, diversity, and accessibility. Completely incapable of keeping her personal life separate from her professional one, as she's a devout believer in leading by example.

Isobel - School RN. Is fiercely protective of students right to medical privacy and access to judgment free care, but is much better known on campus for being Dame Aylin's wife.

The Emperor - Board of Trustees. Outwardly just an ordinary Trustee, generally pleasant to interact with and actually rather good at rubbing elbows with students, faculty, and admin alike. There's just something off about them, enough that they've had multiple audits and inquests over the years despite nobody ever being able to find any actual signs of misconduct.

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Sorry this set took a bit longer to figure out. A bunch of these characters were a real challenge to fit into roles that actually exist in reality, and I had to do a bit of research to find out wtf kinds of classes or departments certain fields of study even have. Ah, the things we do for the blorbos, amirite?

[daisyofwaterdeep]

"I didn't stop to think much of this, rather I'm going purely on what my gut is telling me"

Hello! Hi! I'm the anon who sent the ask in and your gut is right.

Zevlor is dedicated to protecting others and was a commander for a REASON, so he could and would lay out such a creep with zero hesitation.

Rolan would absolutely make sure EVERYONE knew exactly why the wretch he was verbally tearing apart deserves it and would also make sure said wretch knew that they so lowly that they weren't worth the effort of even being blasted by a cantrip.

Dammon is 1,000% making sure his partner is okay before casually putting the fear of the Gods in the offender (friendly reminder that Dammon basically apprenticed under Carixim "... the fiending titan whose flesh squirms with twenty-thousand trapped souls, ..." so this humble blacksmith has certainly seen and been through some serious 💩).

hghghgh IM GLAD THAT I DID THEM JUSTICE IN YOUR EYES

god i love our tiefling bachelors (✿◡‿◡)

[csphire]

Larian, fix this already! Hells! *sobs* So yeah the Ox Bug In Act 2 is still a thing grrrreat. *sighs*

I loaded up an old save to watch Karlach get her heart fixed again and welp... not happening. Unbelievable! As of January 7, 2024 Larian has still not fixed the Ox Bug. It's been months now and it's unacceptable-at least by what I thought were Larian's high standards.

Can't fix it? Oh bullshit! A simple fix is to simply give Dammon MORE than 8 hp so he can take a few hits. Nothing crazy, maybe 25 hp at least like Afira should be plenty. Another thing that would help is turn-based combat is triggered. Anyone who can mod out there I'm begging you to make this happen if Larian won't. Even in this case, when I was right outside the stables there was no time to save him. As soon as I loaded in Dammon was on that thing trying to kill it. Of course, he got squished. So I took the opportunity to try and cast speak with the dead on him. Because I thought, "Ah yes since I've already been traumatized today by this what's a little more?"

He had nothing to say. But what I did not expect was Anna to actually sob afterward. See the image below: the player character actually gets upset about Dammon dying!!!

Oh goodie, a new little detail I wish to NEVER see again. *groans* This bug alone is why I'm dragging my feet when it comes to reaching Act 2 since it became a thing. I did NOT want to see or be traumatized by this! Don't they realize this stupid bug is hugely impacting our enjoyment of the game? And we're talking about life or death for Karlach too! So to Larian Studios...

[dutifullylazybread]

Would you write female reader or gender neutral reader? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? Do you do poly ships x reader? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex? Would you do NSFW requests? Would you mind if we don't specify the race/class to leave it ambiguous or if we ask specify the race/class like human/healer? What kinks would you accept for requests? Thank you in advance!

Hi anon!

I'll do my best to answer all of these as clearly as possible. ❤️

Under cut because it got long, and there is some mention of stuff I don't want to write (no detail provided beyond specifying what I do not wish to write).

-I don't mind writing f!reader or gn!reader. My preference is to keep headcanon request gender neutral, but like you saw from the Zevlor as Father-Figure headcanon, I typically write in the second person for these requests. Mention of pronouns can definitely happen though (like for the Cal crush headcanon request).

-I can absolutely do the same prompts for different characters. I'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure to write a rut headcanon post for Rolan, Cal, Dammon, and Zevlor. 😂

-I really appreciate you asking what prompts I wouldn't feel comfortable writing. That means a lot. 😊 I left this fairly vague on purpose. My plan had been to tackle the prompts I was uncomfortable with when I received them (quickly turn those around to requestors so they knew within 48 hours of sending in their ask to let them know I wasnt comfortable filling the ask). That idea still stands for me, but you did pick up on two right away--I really don't want to write rape or suicide. Nor do I want to write domestic abuse (spousal/child/etc). I don't really want to write a headcanon post where any of the characters have cheated on their significant other either. I'll have to think a bit more on this part of your ask. If it isn't something I'd want to write for now, I will turn the ask around and let you all know. ❤️

-I'm all for poly ships x reader. I haven't really dabbled in alternate universe AUs, but I'm not opposed. 😊

-I'm all good with suggested/implied/mentioned/explicit.

-i don't mind not specifying race/class, but I'm also fine if the ask does go into specifics like human/healer.

-Ya know, I haven't figured out where I stand on the kink question. I can't think of any I might not want to write, based on the kink requests I've seen filled by other headcanon writers in my niche of the fandom. The only one that comes to mind is an incest kink. This kind of refers back to the section above, where if I get an ask that I don't feel comfortable writing/don't think I could write and do justice, I will turn it around in 48 hours to let all of you know. ❤️

I hope this helps!!

[forgeofthenine]

Could I request headcanons for Dammon with a male Tav who’s never dated a guy before?

Thanks Anon for the request, hopefully I do it justice. I'd also just like to add that @underdark-dreams got a request for the same sort of prompt a few days ago and I'd highly recommend that people go check out their work! It's both on their blog and reblogged on mine under #ficrecommendations.

I'll admit that I was a little hesitant to do the request considering that they're the same sort of prompt and will be posted fairly close in timing, but I've decided to write it anyway as it is a very sweet prompt and I was excited to see it in my inbox :)

Dammon with a male reader that hasn't dated men before

I feel like Dammon wouldn't be too different around a male love interest than he would anyone else he's interested in, other than being a bit more cautious with his affections

In saying that, once he catches feelings he is so adorably awkward when trying to talk to you, he has no clue how to flirt but he tries his best. Expect plenty of interesting compliments and lovely dark blushes spreading over his cheeks

Dammon takes both his feelings and attempting to court you seriously, even if it isn't too obvious at first. He's always checking your weapons and armour are okay, or giving you little gifts he's made, even if you just need someone to chat to Dammon is always happy to be there and makes himself available

When he does all these things it's definitely not with the expectation you'll reciprocate, he can see if you're a bit hesitant and if Dammon ever feels like you might be uncomfortable then he'll stop completely for a bit before testing the waters again

Once it's revealed he's the only man you've ever felt this way about he's honestly just so overjoyed. Dammons very touchy feely, and after the confession he'd love nothing more than to wrap you up in a big hug. You can expect his tail to tentatively loop around your leg too, in his excitement

Dammon is all for taking things slow if you need to, no matter what he just wants you to be comfortable. He'll still do his usual things of checking in on you, but he'd also add in some casual physical affection if you're up for it

There's plenty of him taking your hand while talking with you at his forge, or gently pressing his hand against your lower back as the two of you walk through crowds, and when you're both tucked away somewhere private Dammon loves to sneak a little peck on the cheek

Speaking of kissing, the first time you guys kiss Dammons heart just stops. It doesn't matter if you initiate or if he asked to kiss you, this man is a goner as soon as it happens

Once you've opened the flood gates kisses just aren't going to stop, unless you or the situation call for it. After a while it's not something he's as shy about, even if the two of you are in public he'll lean in for a quick kiss if you'll let him. He's more than happy to shower you with affection once you're together, and the way Dammon holds your hips while kissing you is truly magical

Dammon is easily the best person to fall for in this situation, with his endless patience and easygoing nature. Every day that you're with him he'll make you feel like the most amazing guy in the world

[blackjackkent]

Quick camp chats before heading out on the road again. (I'm thinking about making straight for the creche actually, since Rakha definitely thinks it's the most important thing to do right now, and then circling back for final nautiloid map stuff on the way to the Underdark.)

Rakha questioned Gale much more thoroughly about Karsus and the fall of Netheril; even though it happened a long time ago, she's still hungry for any new knowledge, more pieces in her picture of the world. I think this is probably not the last time that he ends up just discoursing to her on some random subject or another; if there's one thing Gale can't resist, it's an attentive student, even if it's one fully capable of ripping his throat out in the wrong moment. He also explained, much to her disappointment, that there's no way she would be strong enough on her own to channel the Weave as they did together - that it requires intense study even for someone with a natural magical gift like her. She's quietly bummed about this; she was taken with the idea of showing it to Wyll.

Having talked to Dammon, we have the option to ask Karlach directly about the engine in camp. She's not willing to give the full story until the Paladins are dead, but does explain that it prevents her from touching anyone and how upset that makes her, that she can't have a hug. Rakha spends a lot of time thinking about this afterwards. She has had sex with Lae'zel and she has had Astarion's weight on her as he sucked the blood at her neck, but beyond this, her experience with physical contact of any sort is... limited. But Karlach's longing for it is obvious. It must be comforting, she decides. Like the blanket of the Weave around her. Like Wyll's hand on her arm was, last night.

Astarion is indignant about Gale's orb: "To think, Gale's had this devastating orb within himself the entire time, and only just mentioned it? Who'd keep a secret like that from his friends? You can't trust anyone these days." It takes Rakha a little while to work out that he is being ironic. His response to the question "What do you think we'll find at Moonrise Towers?" amuses me, because his phrasing feels deliberately calibrated for Rakha specifically: "Who knows? Drow? Mind flayers? Death? Hopefully not ours. But maybe answers, if we can convince the right people to talk." Death and answers are Rakha's two favorite things in the whole world.

Wyll is super cute and kinda shy. "Since the party, I've had a spring in my step, and I've got you to thank." Sadly none of the (positive) dialogue options quite fall in Rakha's blunt conversational wheelhouse, but we'll go with, "It was a lovely evening. I hope we can share even more." Because it's true - talking to him was the best part of the party for her by far. She doesn't fully understand her own feelings, but she is realizing she feels better near him than otherwise. He smiles. "I'm sure we will. And when the time comes... I've got something in mind." He raises a hand to forestall her as she opens her mouth to ask questions. "Now, now - no prodding. You don't want to spoil the surprise. But I'll say this... it'll be worth the wait." The odd sense of pleasant anticipation with which Rakha receives this information is a rather new concept for her. She isn't sure what he means... but she is curious to find out.

He also tells her a little bit about growing up as a Duke's son in Baldur's Gate. Most of his descriptions of court and nobility are somewhat lost on her-- more interesting is his description of the transition into becoming Blade of Frontiers. She asks if it was much of a change. "Yes and no," he answers. "Father taught me the four pillars of power - courage, insight, strategy, justice. He reckoned I'd follow in his footsteps, first as a Fist Marshal, then as a Duke. Vanquish evil, maintain order, save the world. But a duke makes bedfellows with more monsters than he slays. Father called it 'diplomacy'. I called it 'hypocrisy.' In the frontiers, there is no posturing, no diplomacy. I slay monsters; I don't consort with them, even if I might look like one." As usual, Rakha tucks away these foundational tenets of his philosophy to consider for herself. Courage, insight, strategy, justice. None of them mean as much to her as violence, hunger, survival, death. And yet they are, perhaps, something to aspire to, if she should ever learn to control the beast... She wonders about that last statement, though. Wyll claims not to consort with monsters - but he travels with Astarion. He travels with her. He travels with Gale and that bomb in his chest. There are many in their group who could be called monsters. What does he see when he looks at them? Does he see his presence here as just another sort of hypocrisy, deep down?

[fun-k-board]

OUTDATED MASTERLIST

ABOUT ME - RULES - TAGS I USE - WHAT I WRITE FOR NAVIGATION - QUEUE - MASTERLIST NAVIGATION - OUTDATED MASTERLIST - ANON LIST / TAG LIST

Note(s): This is for all of the works I've written before October 22 2024. Still in progress.

MONKIE KID

Macaque X Gn!Umbrakinesis!Reader

LIFE IS STRANGE : TRUE COLOURS

Alex Chen X Gn!Reader

DANGANRONPA

Mukuro X Male Reader

AVATAR 2009 / WAY OF WATER

AVATAR 2009 with a Human ! S/O who adores Christmas - Jake Sully, Neytiri, Tsu'tey

AVATAR: WAY OF WATER headcanons

AVATAR: WAY OF WATER with a Moth from Sky Children Of The Light - Prologue, Part one.1, Part one.2

Rotxo X Metkayina ! Reader

My Angst Avatar Way Of Water Headcanons

AVATAR : WAY OF WATER with a Human ! S/O who has psoriasis - Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri, Ao'nung, Tsireya

YOUNG JUSTICE

OG young justice team with a gn Ninja Reader - Kaldur'ahm, M'Gann, M'Orzz,

GENSHIN IMPACT

Genshin Impact general headcanons

THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL

Hort X Gn!Reader with a relationship like Morticia and Gomez Addams

Hort X reader romantic headcanons

Hester X Gender Neutral ! Reader Headcanons

LACKADAISY

Reader awkwardly confessing to Rocky and thinking it was a mistake until he gets all happy and does the Beam™

Teen reader who wants to be part of the Lackadaisy Speakeasy - Rocky, Mitzi, Ivy, Calvin, Viktor

Child rocky X child reader

rocky rickaby general headcanons with a gn!reader

Mordecai Heller GN dating Headcanons

SPIDER-MAN

Spider-Man Into / Across The Spiderverse Gwen Stacy Headcanons!

Dating headcanons for ATSV Ben Reilly

The Insomniac Spider-Men with a horror movie night

Spider-Man is... Peter Parker!? PT.1

MARVELS SPIDER-MAN - Black Cat kissing her gender neutral S/O

TMNT

TMNT: Mutant Mayhem X Gender Neutral Reader dating headcanons

TMNT 2012 with an AFAB s/o on their period

Leonardo X Fem! Reader who's short and busty

MORTAL KOMBAT

Tomas Vrbada / Smoke Friendship Headcanons

Syzoth / Reptile Friendship / General Headcanons

What type of Cards Against Humanity players would the Mortal Kombat X Kast be?

Bi-Han / Sub-Zero with a boyfriend who's his childhood friend

Johnny Cage X Gender Neutral Popstar Reader Intros

Mortal Kombat 1 Intros with a Spider-Man Reader

Mortal Kombat 2021 with a Platonic, Child reader

Mortal Kombat 1 With a Venom Symbiote Spider-Man Reader

LORD OF THE RINGS

Lord Of The Rings With a Platonic, Child Reader From Our World

MIXED MEDIA

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL how would some of my favourite characters be if their S/O loves Halloween?

X-MEN

Completely random headcanons that make no sense and are completely out of character for (movie) X-Men characters

The Brotherhood (X-Men: Evolution) X gender neutral crush - Quicksilver, The Blob, Toad

X-MEN '97 - Little reader who's fussy and tends to have tantrums - Rogue, Storm

BALDURS GATE 3

Dammon, Rolan and Zevlor If Their Gender Neutral Crush Accidentally Confesses To Him Headcanons

THE DRAGON PRINCE

Why Ethari grew out his hair headcanon

[leftoverdinosaurbones]

In Pursuit of Power

Series: F!Reader (Dark Urge), Astarion NSFW (minors DNI)

[Act 1 & 2 Spoilers. Set in-game]

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This is a new fic I'm working on, based on an evil* durge run. It's a slow-burn (sorry) but hopefully worth the wait. I will update warnings as needed! *As evil as I could personally handle (I'm a baby)

You can read it here or on Ao3 - whichever you prefer!

Content Warning: Mentions minor character death.

Summary: From the moment you fell out of the pod on the nautiloid, you were aware of three things:

1. Your name 2. Your frequent headaches 3. Your thirst for blood

These three things were your constants. But where did these come from? You feel a deep urge to find something beyond what you’ve experienced so far. For power beyond measure. You just need to figure out how to grasp it.

Series Inspiration: for the ~vibes~

Chapter 1: A Tempting Proposition

From the moment you fell out of the pod on the nautiloid, you were aware of three things:

Your name

Your frequent headaches

Your thirst for blood

These three things were your constants. But where did these come from?

Who named you? This, you weren’t sure. You had no recollection of your parents or who raised you. Perhaps your devoted little butler would have some answers? You made a mental note to ask him about this the next time you saw him.

What caused these headaches? Of course, there’s the tadpole in your head. But your companions don’t seem to be plagued by the same bouts of pain. This pain that bores behind your eyes and gnaws at you, and sometimes even knocks you out cold.

What drove your thirst? At times, your bloodlust could be insatiable. But what drove it forward? Was it vengeance? Power? Compulsion?

You couldn’t deny the absolute and immeasurable joy you felt when you woke out of your stupor, hands covered in the blood of that poor bard girl. But you didn’t know why you killed her. Hells, you didn’t even remember doing it. It all just seemed so… simple. So crass. What was the point if you couldn’t even remember doing it? If you couldn’t decide who lives and dies by your hand?

You feel a deep urge to find something beyond what you’ve experienced so far. For power beyond measure. You just need to figure out how to grasp it.

For now, you’ve started to cultivate an…eclectic group of followers. Some of them even show signs of promise. Despite your gruesome, aggressive, and largely cold-blooded ways, you’ve managed to worm your way into their hearts and minds. Even your more kind-natured companions find ways to excuse their newfound tendencies toward violence. We couldn’t just kill the leaders of the Goblin camp - the rest would surely still take out the grove on their own! The memories brought a smile to your lips. How easy it has been to satisfy both your bloodlust and build loyal followers.

If your followers get too worked up over a decision you’ve made, you only need to talk them down with just a few gentle words.

Karlach, you’re looking like you’re running a bit too hot today. Mind staying back at the camp for today? Maybe I can try to cool you off later.

Wyll, sometimes we make terrible decisions for the greater good, right?

Gods, it’s just too easy.

But your personal favorites are the ones that lust after power just as much as you. How you can almost smell it on them - the desperation, the carnal need for it. They will simply do anything for you, because you’ve made them believe that you are critical to their success.

Even now, as you rest at the Last Light, your head is cradled in Karlach’s lap while she massages away one of your tension headaches. After her upgrade from Dammon this evening, she is thrilled to be touching you so easily. She doesn’t know that just earlier today, you demanded a goblin run into the shadows to fetch a bone he threw for a hyena - though in all honesty, you would defend that as an act of justice. You relax further into her eager touch.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Astarion with a deep scowl on his face. He is flipping through the pages of his book in a disgruntled huff, barely absorbing the words on the page before moving on to the next. Every now and then, he steals furtive glances your way before casting his eyes back towards his book.

You close your eyes and suppress a laugh. You’ve noticed how Astarion stares after you as you make your rounds to speak to each of your followers at camp. Sometimes, you wait to speak with him last solely because you know how much it bothers him. He whispers sweet nothings at you if you pass by too close. He flirts with you, outrageously, in front of the rest of the group. He will even invite himself into your conversation if you linger too long with Gale, Wyll, or Shadowheart.

From one manipulator to another - you assume that he is trying to get close to you for his own purposes, not because of any genuine feelings of his own. And so far, you’ve let him establish that relationship. He’s one of the most powerful followers you have, with the tadpole only magnifying his strengths. There’s also a part of you - a small part - that does find him particularly attractive. What could be the harm of a little self-indulgence?

“Thank you so much, Karlach, that was divine.” You sit up from Karlach’s lap with a grateful stretch. Karlach lets out a soft sigh, already mourning the loss of contact. You press a quick kiss to the crown of her forehead before smoothing down your ruffled hair.

“You’re welcome!” Karlach smiles, hands clapped together. “Time for me to go chat with Withers about his old eye…” She pushed herself onto her feet and bounded away towards the skeleton.

After adjusting your clothes, you turned to make your way towards Astarion, the corner of your lips turned up into a half-smirk.

“Oh, hello there." He pretends to be startled by your approach. “To what do I owe the pleasure of our great leader blessing me with the gift of her presence?” He rolled his eyes and looked back at his book.

You crossed your arms, leaning against the door frame of his room at the Inn. “Oh, come off it. She wanted to help with my terrible headache And it’s not like anyone else offered to help.” You raised an eyebrow in his direction, looking for his reaction.

Nothing.

“Plus, you know Karlach is long overdue for some skin-to-skin touch. If you wanted, I’m sure she would help you out with any of your needs, too.”

“Why do I get the feeling that Karlach would rather use her hands to break me in half? No thanks,” Astarion scoffed, snapping his book shut. “Anyway, since you’re here now, there is something I wanted to talk to you about.” Astarion set the book down and brought one of his hands to his face, index finger resting thoughtfully on his chin.

“I feel a connection between us. Like we are two souls walking the same path.”

Your eyebrows stitch together and you hold your breath - where is this going?

“Every step we walk trails blood. Killing is an instinct for us. I respect you for that. I would keep the murders in our own camp to a minimum, but otherwise we are very much on the same page.”

You release your breath. Of course this is what he means. What were you thinking??

“Why, thank you,” you respond in kind, hoping that you were able to successfully cover up the fleeting emotion on your face.

“I just worry that we’re not considering all our options when it comes to our uninvited guests. How many people are infested with them? Hundreds? Thousands?” Unaware, Astarion plowed forward with his monologue.

“And they are not all just goblin trash. There are powerful people in the worms’ thrall. Whoever’s waiting for us at Moonrise Towers controls it all. But if we can take that control from them, imagine the power we’d wield.”

Hmm. You hadn’t considered this yet. You’d been so consumed with the idea of what comes after getting rid of the tadpoles that you never thought of what could happen if you accept them instead, and use them for your own advantage. An interesting idea, indeed. Of course, you can see the greater advantage for Astarion - he can keep his ability to walk in the sun, cross rivers, walk into any home he’d like. But this plan isn’t without benefits for you, too.

“This is a tempting idea,” you conceded, uncrossing your arms to run your fingers idly through the ends of your hair.

Astarion brought his hands together, hints of excitement glittering in his eyes as you welcomed his idea.

“Isn’t it just? Imagine, the entire cult under our thumb. I’m just saying that there’s an opportunity before us. If we can control the tadpoles, we can keep ourselves safe and enjoy a little world domination on the side. Doesn’t that sound fun?” His mind had begun to run away with possibilities.

“It does sound fun…any ideas on how we could accomplish such a task?”

Astarion scrunched up his nose, brows furrowed in thought. “Well, I…hmm. I mean, I’m really more of a big-picture person myself. I haven’t thought of the details yet. I figured you would be able to get to all of that,” he waves your question off with an impatient hand.

“Anyway, I knew I was right about you. It’s so good to find a kindred spirit amongst this rabble.” He ran his hand gently down your arm, fingers dancing along your skin.

“Well, I must be off to bed. A long day tomorrow.” You cut the conversation off, turning on your heel. You notice the faintest, quietest of disappointed sighs from behind you. With a smile, you look back over your shoulder.

“Oh, you’re welcome to feed on me tonight, if you’d like.”

Astarion struggles to hold back a beaming smile.

“Then I will see your delicious self tonight.”

Chapter 2 here