#la'zel bg3

[taygra5shaon]

how it should have happened...

Fuck cazaldor.💀

[redwolf272]

Starting to wonder if someone at Larian has a secret ship...

[mindoveranti-matter]

I feel like I'm on to something here

[altirin]

Baldur's gate III - "Who broke it?"

Tav: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.

Karlach: I did. I broke it…

Tav: No. No, you didn’t. Astarion?

Astarion: Don’t look at me. Look at Gale.

Gale: What?! I didn’t break it.

Astarion: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?

Gale: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!

Astarion: Suspicious.

Gale: No, it’s not!

La'zel: If it matters, probably not… Shadowheart was the last one to use it.

Shadowheart: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!

La'zel: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Shadowheart: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, La'zel!

Karlach: Alright let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Tav.

Tav: No. Who broke it?

Gale: [whispering] Tav, Wyll’s been awfully quiet…

Wyll: Really?!

Gale: Yeah, really!

 …

Tav: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

[ofstardustanddreaming]

forgotten date - pt. 1

summary: in which they forget your anniversary dinner date.

warnings: none

fandom: baldur's gate 3

characters: dammon, rolan, zevlor, astarion, gale, halsin, wyll, shadowheart, karlach, lae'zel

gender neutral reader

anon request

Dammon:

Rolan:

Zevlor:

Astarion:

Gale:

Halsin:

Wyll:

Shadowheart:

Karlach:

Lae'zel:

[mai-nonsense]

A Totally Normal party.

I spent 30 minutes on this bullshit, enjoy.

[pendragon1400]

Bad weather

Do you ever think how funny the campsite would be in bg3 if they had bad weather.

Gale quietly reading in his tent while it’s raining. Looks up to see Karlach playing in the rain, while Astarion complains loudly from his tent, and Tav/wyll desperately trying to get Karlach to go to her tent before she gets sick or hurts her engine. While Shadowheart is cuddling with scratch and the owl bear and La’Zel is sharping her sword still

Imagine snow. Imagine the snowball fights, and Astarion being wrapped in every blanket imaginable. Astarion taking literally everyones blanket and becoming a blanket lump until he is hit with rouge snow and almost kills who threw it.

Everyone sits around Karlach, bc she is space heater.

[mysticalpotater]

I pre order both the standard and deluxe of the BG3 vinyls.

I was so happy when I got this in the mail.

I am heading to Colorado next week for the Denver Fan Expo and plan on having Neil sign it

[spirits-n-giggles]

Now, I don't do much fandom deep dives these days, but I think it's feckin funny to hear of ANY unapproving ships in Baldurs Gate 3 of all things... A fandom that is FILLED TO THE BRIM with pan-sexual/romantic (and asexual/romantic) partners to choose from (if not more than one at time) so if anyone ever gets on to you about how you might enjoy a dark and twisted toss in the sheets, simply give a lil giggle, banish them to Raphael's succubus, and go about your day.

Life is too short to give a single shit about some dumbfuck opinions that are trying to ruin your day. So ruin their day by having a good one and go enjoy your ascended vampyres, your murderous drows, your literal sexy bear (my personal fave), your special connection to Withers, your spunky lil threesomes-- or even no romance at all, if thats what appeals to you. That's why this game is so awesome. There is no "right" answer.

This game is just that: a game. Go enjoy your game. And enjoy the story YOU choose to tell. That's what this game was made for, after all.✌️

TL;DR - if someone's ugly to you, block their ass. Simple as that. They exist to waste your time and your time is valuable, so if they don't pay your rent pay them bitches no mind. (thanks RuPaul)

Besides.... if you were a REAL BG3 fan, you'd ship 'em all together in one big dysfunctional orgy. 🥰

[rose7420]

BG3 G/T Astarion Story Part 4

Here it is part four!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4(this one)

Tav feels conflicted and hurt when Astarion dismisses her and then yells at her, leaving her without shelter for the night. She ends up cold and soaked, nearly succumbing to the elements until Karlach finds her and helps her. Astarion eventually shows concern for her well-being, but Tav is still unsure about their relationship dynamics. Despite the turmoil, Tav finds solace and support from her companions, grateful for their care and friendship amidst their dangerous journey.

Tav and Shadowheart wait outside for the group to continue scavenging. Tav hears Gale scolding Astarion to stop looting so much followed by a groan when the vampire ignores him and continues to stuff his pockets. Tav looks away from the open door, gaze settled on the ground.  An unfamiliar tightness starts in her chest and she knows exactly why.

 A part of her is upset and even betrayed that Astarion had laughed at her and then walked away without even asking if she was okay. Was she delusional to think she meant anything to him?

“Everything alright?” Shadowheart asks. 

Tav sighs. She wants to get this feeling off her chest but isn’t ready to admit her feelings for Astarion yet. The way he’d cared for her after she’d shrunk, protecting her while she slept, bathing with him… His actions tore down the walls she held toward his questionable characteristics and views. He’d let her be open and tender. The perfect victim. 

Before she can mutter an excuse the group comes out with bags slung over their shoulders. She unintentionally searches for a white head of hair, but being so close to the ground she’s closer to their boots. She starts to become anxious when the ground trembles from the multiple beings heading her way. But it's Karlach who reaches her first and takes a knee to check on her. 

“Hey tiny soldier, you ok? A big run-in you had in there and I know spiders aren’t really your jam.” Tav looks up at her friend and nods. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Tav shivers thinking of the spindly, furry legs that had chased her. 

She’s touched that the tiefling cares so much about her, but that’s just how Karlach is and why Tav would do anything for her.  The rest of the group approaches and asks her if she’s okay, to the point she has to shoo them away for some space. All but one person. 

Astarion’s sitting on a rock inspecting his stolen goods when Tav slowly approaches him. She unhooks the needle he gave her but doesn’t immediately look down at her, even though she knows he hears her. She shoves down the pain that arises from that fact. 

“Astarion…I uh have your needle thanks for letting me borrow it.” She says holding the needle out to him.

He doesn’t bother to even look at her when he says “Keep it”, then stands up stuffing the loot in his pockets. She flinches at the sudden movement and is even more shaken when he purposely steps over her. The tremor he causes is so severe she falls. Her body curls into itself, protecting her head with her hands and eyes squeezed shut until the tremors fade. 

She doesn’t even realize she’s crying until a hot tear slips over her cheek. 

Quickly she wipes it away, smearing dirt onto her cheek right before another set of tremors starts. She realizes she’s still holding onto the needle so she tucks it away. She lifts her head seeing a tall, broad-shouldered figure approaching. Wyll’s kind face comes into view, his dark skin glowing in the midday sun. She can only imagine how pathetic she looks when his gaze locks on her. 

He kneels, his mismatched eyes locked onto her. “Hi, the group is moving on. Figured I come to check on you. Need a lift?”

Even without him saying it she hears the implied point of “We saw Astarion and not you.”

 She sniffles and nods. “Thanks.”

 His hand unfurls in front of her, long fingertips extended. She berates herself when she starts to compare his hand to Astarion’s as she climbs aboard. Wyll’s fingers and palm are shorter but broader, his skin obviously warmer, and even the layout of his palm feels like a new landscape. 

She holds onto his fingers as they fold around her and she starts to rise as he holds her to his chest. “Are you okay?” he asks.

Tav doesn’t know what to say. Why did Astarion suddenly act like she didn’t matter? She tries to control the trembling of her limbs, her body still reacting to Astarion stepping over her. 

“Give him some time…he’ll come around Tav,” Wyll says raising her to his eyes. Tav sniffles again. “Did I do something wrong? I-I know I didn’t exactly help-”

Wyll cuts her off. “Tav you’ve helped this group so much already and were happy to help you. This is a team. Even if you did something wrong we have your back, just like we know you have ours. Astarion is a being with much complexity just give him some space and let him know you’re there for him.” 

“Thanks, Wyll.” Tav sighs, patting the nearest finger. 

“Of course,” He lightly squeezes her hand between two fingers.  “You ready to catch up with the group?”

“As long as you're walking, these little legs aren’t good for long distances.”

Wyll laughs, the corner of his eyes crinkling. 

“Good point, I suppose I can get us both there Little Legs.” 

The group finds a campsite next to a stream, surrounded by trees with leaves bigger than Tav. Wyll lets her off his shoulder to stretch her legs as he sets up his tent. The ground is wet and earthy. Tav has already had to get out of a few earthworms' ways in the few minutes she’s been down. Creatures that aren’t too pretty up close. Tav gets ready for bed after a late dinner and washing off in the stream. She finds her way to Astarion’s tent to wish him goodnight, hoping that the bed he usually makes for her is still up for the night. She’s grateful when her feet no longer sink into the damp ground but find themselves on the rough carpet of his tent entrance. His intricate pillows are meticulously placed as she walks by the path they make to the inside of his tent. It’s quiet but she knows he’s settling in for the night with a book. He doesn’t have to hunt for the night Tav knows thinking back to the unfortunate bear who’d crossed their path a few hours earlier. 

She rounds the corner of a pillow and sees him propped up with a heavy book held in his large hands. She admires his form, how long and graceful he looks. How his pale hair settles effortlessly which she knows is not quite as effortless as it seems. Her entire body flushes just looking at him. She reaches his bare foot, stopping a few steps away so she can still see his face.

“Hi… I just wanted to say goo-” 

“Get out.” Astarion cuts her off. 

“Wh-what?” Tav stutters her eyes wide. Her hands start to tremble. 

“I said get out. I need my rest.” Astarion says staring at his book.

“B-but my bed? Where am I to sleep? I’m sorry-” Tav tries again

“I said GET OUT!” His voice is loud and she covers her ears as her bottom hits the ground. 

This time she doesn’t hesitate to stand and scurry back outside. 

She only allows herself to relax after she steps off his rug and goes near the campfire. She’s dumbstruck he was so upset with her. And she has no clue why. She’d given him space all day like Wyll suggested. And now she doesn’t have anywhere to sleep. Ambling around she spots a small tree and walks over to it. 

The trunk is smooth against her back as she slides down it. The hollowness she feels is soon turned into sobs. He’d yelled at her. Tav tries to control her breathing but it comes out in pants. She’s crying so hard that eventually, she can only gasp for air when the pain in her throat is too much. Soon, she's so tired from crying that she passes out.

She wakes up to the wet splash of something on her head. She looks up when it splashes her again. It’s raining. The leaves above her are good shelter but the smallest one can’t bear the weight of all the water. She scooches back knowing the reasonable thing to do is find better shelter but she can’t bring herself to be around anyone currently. She drifts off again shortly. 

“Tav?” 

“Tav where are you? Dammit doesn’t anyone know where she is?” 

Tav barely rouses to the loud shouting. It takes all she has to open her eyes, and even more to keep them open. The sky is grey and it’s still raining. 

She shivers violently. Hell, why is she so cold?

She tries to stand but can’t even feel her legs. And when she tries to sit up straight her arms and fingers are numb. 

Tremors head her way and she prays they’re not from a predator. God why had she been so stupid to sit out here all night?

“Tav?” A voice shouts again, closer this time. 

“Here.” Her voice is weak and barely above a whisper. 

“I-I’m h-here!” There. Almost a shout but that’s all she has. 

Tav watches a black boot plant itself in front of her. “Oh, little soldier…”

Karlach hands instinctively reach towards her but the tip of her claw stops a hairsbreadth away. “Shit, I-I can’t touch you.” 

Karlach looks around hoping someone is close but finds herself alone. “I’m afraid if I go get someone I’ll lose you.” 

Another set of tremors starts, but Tav doesn’t care. She’s too cold and keeps drifting off. 

“Tav?” The familiar and smooth voice is weak yet still fills her with dread. 

As if a fire had been set under her she begins to cry out. All she can think about in her disoriented state is to get away. 

“No..no..” She moans just as the second pair of boots fill her vision. She weakly pushes up on her arms but slumps down just as quickly. 

“Not sure it's you that she wants leech,” Karlach spits.

Astarion growls, Tav watches as he pulls a thick handkerchief from his pocket, then hands it to Karlach. After she determines it won't burn in her grasp she faces Tav again. 

“Hang on soldier, we’ll get you taken care of.” The tiefling’s words are soft as she scoops Tav into the cloth. 

“Watch your fingers.” Astarion snaps.

“Back off, I know what I’m doing.” Karlach snaps back. 

Tav feels her eyes slowly closing again, lulled by the immediate warmth Karlach gives off. Soon she’s off to sleep. 

When she wakes up again this time she’s warm and not drenched with rain. She hears the soft crackling of a fire nearby. Her eyes open to a nest of blankets around her and her head supported by a pillow. She sits up and tries to gather who’s tent she’s in. The soft throw falls down her shoulders, leaving her bare-chested. She gasps and quickly pulls it up to her chin, wincing at how her muscles ache. 

“Oh come on darling it's nothing I haven’t seen before.” A smooth voice says. A voice she knows from the first word he breathes. 

She hates how her body tenses up now in his presence. How she seems to shrink into herself and stare wide-eyed hoping he doesn’t yell again. 

Astarion notices all of these minute reactions and his teasing halts, face falling in shame. Her temper flares at his wounded look. He’d been the one to yell at her! But she’s too weak to tell him off. 

For what feels like forever they sit there in silence, avoiding each other’s gaze. Thankfully Shadowheart walks in carrying a small bowl and a cloth. 

“Tav thank the goddess you're awake. I have some soup and a cloth for you to wipe off with.” 

Astarion takes that as his cue to leave, standing and walking out without a word. Tav watches him leave, her body slouching when he’s gone. 

Shadowheart kneels, her dark braid swinging over her shoulder and eyes sharp as she offers Tav the soup. Tav sits the rest of the way up with some help. She takes the bowl and carefully blows on the spoon until it doesn’t burn her mouth. 

“So… Astarion and you?” Shadowheart starts.

“Ugh, don’t ask I have no clue. I went in his tent last night to say goodnight then he yelled at me to get out.”

“Ah, so that’s why you camped under a tree last night.” She smirks 

Tav winces, “Yeah sorry about scaring you… I just didn’t…” 

Shadowheart sets a slender hand in front of her. Tav looks up at the cleric. “You don’t have to explain… I'm just glad you’re ok. But for future reference, if you ever need a place to crash silently my tent is always open.” 

“Thanks,” Tav says, knowing that offering trust to her can be difficult to do for Shadowheart. Tav finishes off the soup and cleans off with a damp cloth. 

“Uh where are my clothes, and who took them off me?” 

“Here and that was me. Sorry, it was me seeing you naked or freezing to death.” 

Tav puts on the shirt and pants. Two things that Astarion made for her. The thought sours her mood even more. 

“How long was I out?” 

“Only a few hours. We’ll head out tomorrow to find some leads on this whole situation.” Shadowheart gestures towards Tav. 

“She’s awake?!” A loud voice says before Karlach barrels in through the tent flaps. The tiefling’s eyes are glowing when they spot Tav sitting there. 

“Tav! I thought we lost you! Hells I’m so glad you’re alright. I’d hug you if I wouldn’t set you on fire you know?”

“Honestly go ahead. I’m sure Astarion would be pleased to see me gone.” Tav pouts. 

“You’d be surprised to know he was in here while you slept. Didn't leave your side once.” Shadowheart offers gently. She takes a seat, criss-crossing her legs. 

Tav’s heart warms at the thought until she remembers how he yelled at her to get out and ignored her the whole day. “Yeah well, it would be nice to know if he even gives a damn about me.” She crosses her arms and sighs. 

“As much as I hate to defend the leech, he did seem pretty messed up when he saw you slumped against that tree.”

“I was not slumped!” Tav huffs.

“Oh you mean not slumped like-” Karlach imitates how Tav had been “slumped” over earning an eye roll from her. 

“Rude! Tav shouts pointing a finger. Her mood sombers, “Thanks for saving me Karlach… I don’t know if I would have made it. I seem to be getting myself in all sorts of crises don’t I?”

Karlach waves her off. “Nah don’t mention it. And honestly, I’m surprised you’re not dead yet.” 

“Karlach!” Shadowheart scoffs.

“What? She’s so itty-bitty! I’m sure other people would have conked out by now. Not you though tiny soldier.” She winks. 

Tav can’t help but laugh at the trueness of that statement. So far a stream, spider, and now rain had tried to kill her. She sighed and hoped a cure would fall into their hands soon. 

[taygra5shaon]

THE DRESS💦

The motherwave dress is hand down the most stunning armor of BG3

I'm still aliveeeeeee, it have been hard few month, I needed a break

[mahiiimahiiii]

Ok hear me out: once the crew gets to bauldurs gate they have mini funerals ala good place.

(part 1)

I'll give you a taster (+ my beautiful redeemed bhaalspawn):

Gale:

Gales "funeral" would be at a library. He would pile books together as a makeshift coffin and wear a bright pink night robe with fuzzy slippers and curlers in his hair, as well as a dusty pink eye mask. Everyone would be wearing some sort of robe, his flowers of choice for the event would be lilly of the valley.

"gale died doing what he loved, learning."

"some might say this would be the ultimate fate for gale"

He would interject, eating the cucumber on his eye, "I do not think the best outcome for me would be turning into an ilithid. But I must admit- it is fitting."

Later events would be a wine tasting and going shopping for new books.

Shadowheart:

I feel like hers would be a moonlight bonfire, lots of ring dancing and setting her old sharran armor on fire.

"I think-" karlach would start up "a lot of us would be dead if we didn't have our cleric. So shadowheart has earned her props.. not only is she reliable- she is resilient, she is strong."

"despite our quarrels, I am glad to fight with you. I have watched you bloom into a magnificent warrior, for what force? We will see soon enough. May your death be glorious." La'zel quipped.

Her flowers of choice would be night orchids. she would then insist on learning how to swim and manage a doggie paddle.

Karlach:

I feel like hers would be on the beach with a fruity drink in hand as she floats around in the water. The fish around her have probably boiled, which is more incentive for a fish fry.

Everyone gets like a back breaking hug. Lots of physical activities party games wise, be drunk and merry. Most likely people get a bit sunburnt and burnt burnt.

There is no speeches as Karlach is too busy expressing her gratitude about everyone else.

She gets withers to do limbo with her

Her choice of flower is sunflowers.

La'zel:

She would like to opt out of this. a simple "thank you la'zel, may you die horribly in battle. May your wounds bleed out and may you suffer immensely" will suffice.

(her choice of flower is snap dragons)

Jaheria:

Hers would be a touristy walk of bauldurs gate.

She talks about her life, a sense of oral history to pass onto others. The night ends with root veggies chips and cheese, and a generous donation to animal sanctuaries within the cities from the Harpers.

Her idea of fun is bastardizing the ballads that volo wrote via mad libs. Which immature humor ensues.

The mighty _____ o' noble _____ (noun *x2)

Found ___ and sent them back to ____ and ____ (noun, adj*x2)

She would rest in a fainting couch in a puddle of sun in the wildshape form of a big cat, tail swishing idily as people read off their bastardized poems.

Her choice of flowers are jasmine blooms.

Wyll:

His would be a picnic in the park, as people read their speeches to him in comfortable sun dresses and loose cotton clothing, he would hold a little bouquet of daisies resting on a soft gingham sheet with a crown of flowers.

He would insist of going to his favorite pastry shops in the city. Sweet wine, tarts and small cakes. A day of sweets to remember the sweetest person in the camp.

His whole funeral was about allowing everyone to experience the childhood he knew, which wasn't much, but was something he knew they needed.

The look of pure joy in everyone's faces was enough to sustain him for the rest of his days.

The goals were, teach karlach hopscotch, double dutch with Wynne, climb a tree with astarion, and show la'zel some human dances. The older people in the group were less inclined to indulge, taking the roll of the gossiping parents to the 20 something aged other members in the band.

The night ended with dances and fiddle music.

His choice of flowers are thistle blooms

[razzle-dazzle-13]

The BG3 crew are some horny bitches.

Unfortunately most of them just looked at my Tav, talked at length about how much they wanted sex, then said, "But ew, not with you."

Rude.

[oonalovesastarionssimpleplan]

There is no more controversial topic within the Astarion fanbase than ascend or not.

I wonder if the fanbase of other companions also discuss good and bad endings as much?

There are also like "You idiot, Gale always wanted to be a god..." or "Shadowheart wanted to become a dark justiciar..."

or do they understand that the character is making a change?

[darklyhandsome]

Watching a bg3 playthrough and the guy who's playing said La'zel looks like a who from whoville and now I can't unsee it 😅

[atomicfunnightmare]

I know little to nothing about dnd (I watched some critical role and that's it) and if someone saw how I play baldurs gate 3 they would probably point out all the things I do wrong

But I don't care

I have fun

My party is not balanced and that's why I keep getting killed?

Whatever, I am attached to the companions that I picked up first and I'm getting through it with them till the end