#princess ravengard

[monsterlimbs]

I think whoever wrote the responses to Wyll actually fucking hated him with a burning passion because he'll say "I will be severely punished come nightfall" and all of the responses are "GOOD you deserve it and also I hope your dad hates you and also? I hope you never get laid ever again and you're in a permanent state of worry" after he's been nothing but nice to you.

Every conversation is like

"My father and I... we really didn't have a good relationship. When I was young, I tried so hard to live up to the expectations he set for me. But in the end, it wasn't enough. ...I wasn't enough. He abandoned me when I took on a devilish patron to save the city he so cherished."

1) GOOD.

2) Lol. Skill issue.

3) Kill yourself.

"I've caused every illness in the world I think actually, when I only saved 79 out of the 80 children in need."

1) Yeah. You definitely did.

2) That child suffered because of you. What was one more child saved? Come on. You could've saved ONE more child.

3) You monster. How could you abandon that child?

"I think I deserve everything coming to me.... I try to do everything right but it's never enough. Even my father didn't think I was a child worth loving. But I suppose that's what happens, when you live a life like mine. If my pain is what is needed to relieve others, I will serve without complaint, I swear on my heart and soul."

NO FUCKING RESPONSES AVAILABLE. Why can't I comfort him when he talks to me? Anytime he says something sad, you can either make fun of him, brush him off, or wish eternal suffering on his bloodline. Or when he's like "I deserve all this pain" you just have to say "Onto other matters." or LEAVE. And he so sweetly goes "Understood. These matters are a bit... difficult to hear about. I'm so sorry I burdened you with my history." AHHHHHH

Or when he says something like

"When I was young, the frontiers called and forced me into a line of duty. I'd have it no other way, I live to serve the people and protect the weak." and the responses are

1) Lol nerd.

2) [Durge] I bet I can kill them faster than you can save them

3) I bet the children cry when they see your horrible face.

4) You are so fucking cringe. Did you know that? You talk like a damn book. Get a fucking life.

[albaharu]

bg3 the princess bride au ⚔️ no idea who vizzini would be

[morrithal]

The thing about Wyll is that he Gets It. He knows the story. He knows the kind of man his father is and the kind of man he was supposed to be. He knew what Mizora was when he made the pact. He knew what it meant. And he was just a kid, and his city needed saving, so he did it, and he paid that price, and even knowing all of that he still tried to appeal to his father for understanding and forgiveness.

He sold his soul to do the right thing. And he was cast out. And he knew what character that should have made him.

He knows the story he's in, and every day he chooses who he wants to be instead.

[foxish-draws]

@albaharu had a brilliant Princess Bride idea and I desperately wanted to contribute hopefully that's fine;;;

[pigeon-princess]

I'm thinking about them CONSTANTLY. I'm turning these into keychains and stickers soon so keep an eye out!

[tis-i-dezzi]

You know what my favorite thing about Wyllstarion/Bloodpact is? Astarion trying to seduce Wyll to get on his good side, but he fails so spectacularly that months later he's in love with the princely man he told himself doesn't exist and has a fat wedding ring on his left hand. He's either a Duke's consort, traveling the roads with the Blade of Frontiers, or is in Hell fighting Devils.

Basically what I am trying to say is at some Point Astarion had to cue the clown music you guys.

[sparkspropaganda]

A young Wyll reading his adventure books, loosely based on this Rockwell painting!! Drew and inked this months ago and just now had the opportunity to finish it :D

[pro-evil-henchman8222222]

Wyll and Vervaine carrying each other: a series of diagrams

[incorrect-bhaalspawn-quotes]

Wyll: You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you.

Karlach: You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die.

[moonselune]

Heyo!! How about a shadowzel and wyll x astarion playfate with their respective kids (Xan for shadowzel, Lily for Wyllstarion)

yesyesyesyesyes i actually loved writing this so much i rewrote it about five times ahaha

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Shadowzel + Wyllstarion | Little Dragons

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The meadow outside Rivington was alive with warmth and sun, each blade of grass bending to a gentle breeze as it wove through the group, carrying laughter and the faint, high-pitched roars of Xan and Lily. They were playing nearby, crouching low and scampering through a patch of wildflowers that had become their makeshift lair. The two five-year-olds dashed around, imitating dragons with all the ferocity their small bodies could muster, “breathing fire” and casting spells of their own invention as they clawed the air and roared.

Shadowheart, lounging on the blanket beside Lae'zel, cast an amused glance at the children, their fierce game of "dragons" already filling the air with shrieks of delight. With the kids occupied, she let herself settle back, stretching her legs out as she watched Xan dash across the grass, his arms stretched out like wings, while Lily chased after him. Shadowheart gave a small, incredulous laugh as she looked around at their makeshift family.

“Hard to believe we’re here,” she mused, fingers lacing through the sun-warmed blades of grass, “keeping track of… our children. Do you ever stop and think how surreal it all is?”

Wyll, seated beside Astarion, leaned back and gave a wistful smile. He followed Shadowheart’s gaze to Lily, who was now roaring and jumping in an attempt to mimic some form of "flying," with Xan giving pointers on how to land. “Surreal? Absolutely. There are times I can’t believe it myself. I mean, Astarion teaching her archery lessons every morning so she can ‘be more dangerous than daddy’? I’d say that’s when it hit me.”

Astarion chuckled, reclining in a way that seemed to bask in Wyll’s teasing as he cast his partner a sideways smirk. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, Wyll. I’d hate for Lily to go without proper survival skills. Besides,” he added with an arched eyebrow, “she’s nearly better than you at this point. Do try to keep up.”

Wyll gave him a playful shove, rolling his eyes as he muttered, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say she already does…”

Lae’zel, observing the children’s play with a mixture of amusement and pride, joined in, glancing at Shadowheart. “Speaking of ‘survival skills,’ Xan’s latest obsession with mimicking my every move has resulted in… let’s say, a ‘small’ dent in the training grounds.”

“Oh?” Shadowheart turned, brow quirked, and Lae’zel gave her a grin that was almost sheepish.

Shadowheart let out a knowing sigh. “Yes, I think I heard about his ‘innocent slip’—you know, the one where he tried to swing your sword in the sparring circle and ended up toppling half the weapon racks?”

Lae’zel couldn’t hold back her laughter, shaking her head. “The boy has spirit. I’ll give him that.” She watched as Xan pretended to charge a powerful spell while Lily crouched low, ready to jump like a dragon pouncing on its prey.

Each of them was already so deep in shared stories that they missed the quieter tones of Xan and Lily’s voices drifting from a few feet away. The two had gathered a pile of sticks and leaves, their heads close together as they whispered, faces lit with a conspiratorial gleam. Xan, brows furrowed in intense concentration, recalled one of the simple incantations Shadowheart had used to summon a spark of light. He didn’t know exactly what words she’d used, but he knew the feeling—and that was enough, right?

Meanwhile, the group continued their exchange of lighthearted mishaps and laughable parenting moments.

“So there we were,” Astarion was saying, eyes glinting with his characteristic playfulness, “searching high and low for Wyll’s prized cloak, only to find Lily had ‘borrowed’ it to wrap up a family of mice she found near the cellar. When she told me, ‘they looked cold, Papa,’ I nearly melted on the spot.”

Wyll let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he leaned into Astarion. “It’s true. It’s almost impossible to keep her from adopting every creature she finds. If it were up to her, we’d be living… well—probably at your cottage, Shadowheart. Room for every mouse and stray in Rivington.”

Shadowheart groaned but couldn’t hide her smile. She picked up a nearby bread roll and tossed it at Wyll, which he caught with a mock-salute.

Lae'zel just buried her head in her hands, shaking her head as she pleaded with them.“Stop. You’ll give her ideas. Last time we had guests, she wanted to invite the barn cats inside for ‘polite company.’”

Wyll and Astarion both laughed, their amusement rippling through the group as each story became more outrageous than the last. It was only when a faint crackling sound interrupted their conversation that they paused, glancing around in confusion.

“Did you all hear that?” Wyll asked, squinting as he turned back toward the children.

At the same time, Shadowheart gasped, her eyes widening as she spotted the source of the noise: a small blaze flickering and spreading from the pile of sticks and leaves Xan and Lily had crafted into a 'dragon’s lair'. The two were staring, transfixed, as small flames began licking up the branches, casting a small ring of smoke into the air.

“Oh, no, no, no!” Wyll dashed over, his cloak already in his hands as he swatted at the flames, gritting his teeth against the heat. Shadowheart was right beside him, muttering a water incantation under her breath that caused a light rain to pour down over the blaze, extinguishing the flames just as they started to spread toward the base of a tree. The kids, however, only looked up in mild surprise, as if they’d just been interrupted from some perfectly innocent game.

Lae’zel scooped up an awe-stricken Xan, whose eyes were round as saucers, still dazzled by his accomplishment.

“We did it, Ma,” he said, half-pouting, half-beaming as he stared up at her. “We made real dragon fire!”

Lily, meanwhile, was scurrying toward Astarion, her small hands gripping his cloak as he lifted her with a bemused smile, despite the exasperation in his eyes. “Little one, what did we say about ‘playing with fire’?”

“But Papa,” Lily pouted, pointing down at the charred remains of their ‘hoard,’ “we were dragons. And dragons have fire.”

Wyll shook his head, his stern expression softened by a reluctant smile as he ruffled her tangled hair. “Yes, they do, Lily. But dragons are very careful with their fire. So we must be too, alright?”

Xan looked up at Lae’zel with wide, imploring eyes. “We just wanted to be real dragons, Ma. Like the fierce red ones you talk about at bedtime!”

Lae’zel’s face softened, and she gave him an approving nod, a rare look of tenderness in her gaze.

“You are indeed fierce, Xan. A true warrior. But next time, we keep the fire pretend, understood?” She lifted him with ease, setting him onto her shoulders, and he let out a triumphant roar as she paraded him around like a victorious soldier.

Finally, Wyll shook his head with a chuckle, folding his arms as he watched them, a glint of pride in his eyes.

“We might not be the best examples of parenting,” he admitted, scratching the back of his head.

“Oh, nonsense,” Astarion quipped with a smirk, his voice teasing yet affectionate. He glanced over at Lily, who was now happily playing with a strand of his silver hair, a satisfied smile on her face as she hummed to herself. “We’ve taught them resilience, at the very least.”

Shadowheart snorted, shaking her head. “And pyromania, apparently. Can’t forget that one.”

With the fire extinguished and the children thoroughly chastened, they finally settled back down on the blanket, a bit more wary of their little ‘dragons’ but equally charmed by the fiery spirits that reminded them of their own.

As they continued sharing stories, their children nestled between them, each of them aware that while parenthood was full of unexpected challenges and near-disasters, these small moments of chaos were the ones they’d cherish the most.

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Just stab me in the heart already because i died at how cute this came out. Hope you guys enjoyed it ! - Seluney xox

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[amaberisamanda]

... there are a lot of thirsty people around here

[monsterlimbs]

Cannot wait to give Wyll a massive girlfriend when the new barbarian class comes out....

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

I refuse to elaborate.

[rhysnolastname]

[rohanrider3]

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[matchapancaekes]

Honestly, if they were that desperate to rewrite Wyll after EA, they should have just modeled him after Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride.

Walk with me.

A charming, dutiful son of a blacksmith who, after witnessing the murder of his father, makes a pact with a devil to seek vengeance, rapier in hand.

In between his hunt for clues and chores for Mizora, he gains the title, “The Blade of Frontiers,” as he defeats monsters and protects those in need, becoming the hero he didn’t have when he was younger. The business of vengeance doesn’t pay well, after all.

Sure, he hates Mizora, but he made his choice and he has but one goal: To kill the one who killed his father. He’s heartbreakingly young, he can only see the finish line and nothing beyond it, his life is a candle slowly melting away into nothing.

Of course, having a tadpole is a bit of a setback. He needs to fix that, obviously.

Then, he’s told to kill Karlach. That wasn’t what he agreed to, to become a murderer like the one he’s trying to kill. It hurts, having his body twisted, his mother’s eye taken, the face that looks like his father morphed into something different. He’s distracted from his goal, Mizora tells him, a promise broken, a price paid.

How his father’s soul must be writhing at his failure.

But, life isn’t so cut and dry anymore. He has friends, loved ones, new perspectives on life. The world could end, but—but—if it didn’t…

He wants to live.

In the end, he finds his mark and has his vengeance. But now, he has to decide: fulfill his pact with Mizora and descend into Hell to be her warlock forever, or…break free.

Larian, Larian, it was all right there. You could have kept the gritty part of his original character and combine it with the honor and sweetness we see in Inigo Montoya.