#muse: karlach

[wisterias-in-bloom]

Karlach open starter.

Everyone was getting ready for sleep as Karlach instead reached for the post to keep watch. She could see Rivington and the lower city from there. While the lights of the city slowly snuffed, she was the only left awake with the insomniacs and the creatures of the night.

[misc-fatty-muses]

MY CAGE BARS ARE BEING SHAKEN RAAAAA!!!

Mamaaaaaa K!!! 🥰🥰🥰🫠🫠🫠

(Go check out this lovely piece on Twitter! By Mr Crowbar!)

[multidimensionalbedandbreakfast]

“HOLY SHIT, KARLACH!?”

Wool had just walked in, the tall rogue waving at Lucy with his typical bright smile and silent step, preparing to ask for some milk before spotting the tall tiefling. See, Wool knew Karlach, it wasn’t much of a bond but Wool once visited Faerûn and went to Avernus with the goal of adventuring, got dragged into helping Karlach kill some demon thing, though the details are largely lost to memory. Not that it matters, he always assumed she was dead

“You crazy motherfucker, you’re alive!?”

(I saw Karlach and my neurons fucking flared)

“Oh my gods, I don’t believe it! How the hells are you doing, soldier?!” Karlach is always thrilled to see an old friend. She never forgot a face. Names, however, were a different matter. Thus her ubiquitous use of ‘soldier’ as a term of endearment instead of using names. Nobody could get mad at her for forgetting their names if she never used them in the first place, right? “What are the odds we both visit this funky little pocket dimension at the same time?!”

She pointed at Lucy, and demanded a round of drinks for her and her friend. The Proprietress was all too happy to oblige, then kindly excused herself to give the two old friends the opportunity to reminisce.

[midnightactual]

[ Closed Starter for @avernusfuries ]

Humans feared the dark—a logical disposition to maintain given their inferior default low-light optics. Logical, yet insufficient to be of aid on this night.

Scattered clouds floated above the Mojave, their passage obscuring stars and sometimes the waning crescent of the Moon. Yoruichi stood atop a low bluff, observing the uninteresting hamlet below while making no effort to hide her presence. This timeline had transistors and integrated circuits, but few microprocessors of any great sophistication. It was statistically unlikely any of the sentries possessed night vision capabilities, let alone infrared.

None of them had shown any sign of detecting her as she logged their number and patrols while cycling between appropriate vision modes. She couldn't afford to wait until the new moon, but she could at least observe them long enough to finalize her approach methodology. It was already clear their weapons and available sightlines meant neutralizing as many combatants as possible was necessary to ensure safe exfiltration. Drawing them toward her position by making sufficient noise would be expedient.

Weapons, at least, were not something which this world lacked for, so there was no reason to use her own. A massive Rockwell CZ57 Avenger minigun hung from a shoulder strap on her right side, and an equally bulky hotwired Winchester P94 turbo plasma caster hung from her left. An FN FAL assault rifle was slung across her chest, and a .223 pistol was holstered at her hip. She looked like a petite goddess of war in generic NCR fatigues, although she wore only a few token armor pieces and a light backpack chock-a-block with ammo.

She would have to advance while firing rather than snipe. Once she was satisfied with her observations and the Moon dipped behind another cloud, she methodically made her way down the hillside.

Yoruichi opened fire as soon as she was on level ground. The Avenger spun up and swept to and fro, disabling those who were visible to her while she discharged the P94 into non-vital structures until it needed a new microfusion cell, setting many ablaze. She switched the latter for the FAL to take precision shots while now suppressing with the former. It surely sounded like a whole posse was raiding the place. In the immediate chaos it would be easily missed that no shots were lethal. Tending to the wounded would soon hamper any follow-up efforts.

All the while, she relentlessly advanced on the sheriff's office, which she had already ascertained to be the location of the singular mission-critical individual in the little town.

Her only real current priority was locating, freeing, and protecting Karlach Cliffgate.

[mintytealfox]

looool I hadn't noticed this in game before but Astarion looking at her like 'damn gurl, you're more openly thirsty than I am right now'

[thefangdomcryptid]

So apparently besides assuming every Tav is a self-insert because gods forbid people don't want to play as themselves for whatever reason, we are now gatekeeping which characters' trauma we are allowed to relate to??? I naturally blocked this person because the question was apparently not asked in good faith but to start an argument, but it just doesn't sit right with me.

Like, fine, we get it, you don't like Astarion. Fine. You don't get why he's so popular, also fine. You don't have to understand why people like a character, because sometimes you never will.

What isn't okay is to talk down to people because they find Astarion's trauma relatable and through his journey find a sort of closure of their own, because we all have our own Cazadors to deal with, but we can't always confront them, so this is the next best thing.

Yes, all the character have their own trauma, Karlach, Wyll, Gale, Shadowheart, Lae'zel. But I can't relate to them. Do you know why?

Because in the height of my C-PTSD I was not nice. I was not helpful. I was a shitty person that made shitty decisions and treated people around me and myself like shit. I was NOT a good person. So yeah, I can see right through Astarion's mask. Just like him I felt alone, and no "heroes" came to save me either.

It's also why I don't really enjoy Ascended Astarion because he feels like me at my worst. I mean obviously not exactly the same, but hurt people DO hurt people. It doesn't mean everyone does, but some do.

Anyway, if you relate to Astarion because of your trauma, or even Ascended because it's a way to deal with yours, you are valid. If you relate to Wyll or Karlach or anyone else for that matter, you are also valid.

And if you can do one thing in Fandom, then be kind.

[wisterias-in-bloom]

What can I say except you're welcome

inspired by this post

[wisterias-in-bloom]

(To both Karlach and Lae'Zel), It's getting a bit cold at night, are wesure we'll be warm enough in our own tents?

"In crèche k'liir we are trained to sustain all sorts of weather, though if you are so worried, I wager karlach will be pleased to have you sneak in her tent" Lae'zel suggested.

"damn the frog is right, if you are cold you can always come n knock on my door, soldier." She grinned. "I definitely have heat to spare" She joked. "Zel, you are welcome to join too" She added at last with a wink.

[misc-fatty-muses]

Check out this beautiful Karlach commission I got from Skelesoda on Twitter! 🥰🥰🥰

(That's Meredith talking from Off screen~)

[multidimensionalbedandbreakfast]

“I’m going fuckin’ great, dude! How the hell are you alive!? I saw you get eviscerated!”

He happily took a seat by the tiefling, smiling brightly. He always had his suspicion that she wouldn’t die but c’mon, she was impaled! With a really giant rock!

“How’s your engine doing, still ticking away? Still kickin’ ass?”

A boisterous laugh escapes Karlach’s mouth, causing her to spill some if her drink as she swung the mug around. Now that she remembered! Some big fuck-off devil threw a stalactite (stalagmite?) at her like a javelin, and it pierced her right through the gut. “Yeah, that *really* pissed me off. I thought, ‘I’m not gonna die here because of this dick head!’ and I got *literally* too angry to die! As for the ol’ ticker, it’s still tickin’ on!” She pounded the left side of her chest with her right fist, which in addition to the dull thud of flesh hitting flesh also produced the sound of metal brushing together. “There were some… complications, but I got them sorted out… mostly…”

[wisterias-in-bloom]

3:)

Need Karlach to take out her sexual frustration on me, every position, anywhere, anytime. Literally she could treat me as free use.

[tinyhorror]

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[itshaejinju]

Random BG3 Headcanons (#3) -Touch Starved-

Like there are so many characters that are touched starved, just a few people that came to mind and thoughts.

Astarion doesn’t even realize it that he’s touched starved for genuine affection. Not the dalliances for Cazador the fodder he brought back to the mansion. He didn’t even recognize the touches when Tav and slept with him that first time. It wasn’t until they were inspecting the ritual on his back slowly tracing fingers over the thick gnarled scars. Their touch was soothing….healing the horror of what happened a little bit a start to a long journey. Astarion finds himself relaxing, leaning into the gentle strokes and fingers running through his hair as they relax for the night reading a book.

Karlach poor girl is stark raving mad for touch but the fear of burning someone alive with the touch will do that to you. She gets jealous seeing others being able to touch so freely but it doesn’t last long as instead of turning it to anger Karlach loves vicariously through them. She will ask whoever if it is okay to describe it just to help her remember and for private stress release times. When her and Tav finally can touch it’s overstimulating and can’t feel it always so because her system is over drive. Karlach is in such a daze unaware until one morning tangled in arms and legs of Tav that it is the best thing ever. She loves holding hands and will hug anyone willing.

Rolan touched starved because of a wall he put up keeping himself and Lia and Cal safe. There was not much time for personal relations when he spent all of his time studying learning spells and watching his siblings. He knew he would get around to finding a mate but one thing lead to another and he forgot about a spouse, a fling or even any affection that wasn’t platonic. One day Tav placed a flower crown on his head hands grazing over his horns causing a shiver down his spine startling him. Just a small gentle touch and he grew flustered why did that feel good? He didn’t need their affection with all the trouble Tav had caused him already. This bright smile amongst the doom surrounding them. Absolutely melts with fingers being dragged up and down his arms and back, his tail wrapped around Tavs leg.

Dammon didn’t realized he was touch starved until he received a hug from Tav after helping Karlach. That the more he saw Tav as they visited often to have weapons repaired enjoying their company enjoying their open nature. Carefree with their forms of appreciation patting him on the back making him lean into the touches. Throughly enjoys shoulder and neck massages after a long day at the forge.

[serendipizzy79]

Yes! Thank you! "Breaking the cycle" is Morrigna's middle name!

It actually wasn't as bad as I was expecting. I think it is worse if you're partnered with Astarion, but I fucked that up so, win-win?!

You guys. How. How am I ever supposed to do an Ascended Astarion run after this?!

I told him he wasn't himself in there while the ritual was going on.

Live reactions from the squad:

I love you Karlach 🤣

And not one person said we should have let him ascend to help us defeat the brain or some such. Excellent!

[wisterias-in-bloom]

somebody is playing with the thermostat here or am i feeling hot?!?!

👀 about karlach

@wisterias-in-bloom

“Darling, the things I’d do to you…the things I’ve already done to you.” Astarion smirked, fondly remembering previous encounters between himself and his fiery love.

“My biggest fantasy is rather boring, however. I’d like to be the big spoon and hold you, properly, while we make love.”

[decembersiris]

Karlach is pining for touch. Astarion would satiate her needs to ensure his safety. And by the time he can finally fulfill her need, he realizes it's not her protection he is after. Not any longer. His feelings have changed. It is her heart he yearns for. And it horrifies him more than Cazador ever could.