#then i think the problem is with u not wyll
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a genre of bg3 posts that are like 'larian did wyll so dirty!!! here's what they should have done instead and that is basically change everything abt his personality bc i personally can't understand how anyone can find him not boring as he is! larian get ur shit together!'
#wyll ravengard#like. go away??#if u suddenly can't stand earnest and morally good aligned characters when it comes to wyll#but are perfectly okay simping for say. halsin. who's also earnest and good.#then i think the problem is with u not wyll#i for one want more content for wyll as he is bc i like him as he is!#bc for me there's nothing boring abt a person who doesn't lose the goodness of their heart despite the horrors#if yall like jagged morally gray characters go like them! then wyll is just not for u! don't disguise ur absolute disinterest in him#with the consern for the way larian treated him.#i want him to have as much content as astarion. simple as that#yall want to make him into a different character who appeals to u personally. we are not the same#bg3#this is brought to u by the post i just saw that was like#'wyll should have become more jagged during his travels. and there must have been smth dark inside him to begin with'#'bc why would ulder and florric believe mizora over him otherwise??'#as if there must certainly be smth wrong with a child for the adults to treat that child badly#what a great message for the abuse survivors!#sorry lol it's just. tiring. being a wyll appreciator in this climate
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I should be allowed as a tiefling to make obvious comments to wyll like ‘woag ur sharper than I am, cool’ and have him be like. I mean. I did. come about it by different means yes. Alas, I’ll just imagine t’evye staying the obvious to his companions and the just sorta blinking to try and figure out if she’s wanting to hear their thoughts or really only just noticing it
#nobody:#me making a character I’m gonna project on: and their gender is so [loud static]#t’ev came from tav but slightly off and I decided they needed a bit more name than that for the replay (bc running through the game is#somehow less intimidating than redoing the final boss fight lmao) and um. sometimes ur a tiefling. wake up a rogue and start barding bc of a#pretty tiefling. (she lives bc I likey her and don’t wanna b sads abt it later lol) and can’t remember shit and go hm. ok yeah my gender is#whatever. we have bigger problems. after it’s all said and done someone is like hey did u ever get a solid answer? bc u said u weren’t sure#and t’evye is like oh would you look at the time I need to go water my pet rock#also I think the game should’ve actually given wyll claws and forked tongue if they were gonna do those lines. but mayb that’s just the#monsterfucker in me. i love when characters fangs u see#bg3 posting#t’ev absolutely asks to feel wyll’s horns. to see if they feel different. sits him and karlach down one night to compare notes nodnod#ALSO#TEV STARTS WITH THE HORNS WITH THE GOLD JEWELRY BUT THEY GROW#and she’s sooooo sad when the gold bits don’t fit the same anymore nodnod#goes ‘it’s fine I’ll get them refitted in baldurs gate!’#and then they reach the city and um. there’s bigger problems lol#what’s a girl supposed to do when he can’t be extra shiny!!!#how’s ve supposed to be all prettyboy if she can’t shiny!!!
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as a doctor, where in the hospital staff would you place each of the bg3 companions? what would fit their characters the most?
Hahah oh this is great
Gonna keep this to doctors but let’s do different specialties
Ok so starting off strong: I think Karlach has big emergency medicine energy. She’s running the ED with an energy that nobody else can match, but especially that resus/trauma bay! Doesn’t shy away from the scary, gets stuck in. You know they don’t need security there to restrain the agitated when she’s on shift- all you need is Karlach and some ket.
Next I think Gale has the same aura as a senior ICM registrar (intensive care medicine resident). Probably dual training in renal or respiratory, likely has a PhD on the side. He has intensity when it matters but is an utter nerd. Likely the type who doesn’t like odd numbers on the vent settings. Precise, a little OCD, but fucking magical.
Wyll has to be a medical registrar (internal medicine senior resident). Probs in something acute like acute medicine or resp/gastro. Able to deal with vast quantities of shit and still put on a smile, graceful, caring, and properly holistic in the way he views patients. Quietly competent as the hells. Sacrifices himself for the good of the hospital.
Shadowheart is a tricky one. It would be too obvious to lean into the goth girl vibes and say pathology or whatever but actually I don’t think that fits. I think Shadowheart is an anaesthetist (anaesthesiologist to u Americans). Very very competent and always there exactly when you need her to save everyone else’s asses, but keen to retire to theatres after the fun is over and just crack on with a case by herself. Able to gossip like a pro. Likes taking the lead with her own problem solving. Would be catty as hell about her list overrunning or the surgeons doing something silly. probably overly reliant on caffeine.
Astarion. Cardiothoracics. Probably specifically cardiac surgery. No mortal human can stand for 12 hrs and perform like that. Also the most (justifiably) egotistical surgeons around. Would be bitching about his colleagues across the drapes with Shadowheart. Has had 200yrs to practice his techniques so the ego is probably really well placed. Those rogue hands were meant for complex cardiac surgery but that hair was made for the drama of it too. Easy access to blood products. Would do 30% NHS lists and 70% private practice to fund his lifestyle. Best dressed in the hospital.
Lae’zel is that really strange surgical registrar (general surgical senior resident) that you’re never quite sure if she’s joking or not when she makes threats toward you. Obviously very competent. Makes other surgeons cry but particularly the men. Has > 300 publications in major medical journals. Probably pioneered a revolutionary new technique that she came up with one rainy Saturday. Can get an appendix out in 5 mins max.
There is only one woman for trauma and orthopaedics and that is of course Minthara. A woman who dominates what is well known to be the most male dominated field in medicine. Lowest complication rate in the country. Every single one of her male juniors is terrified of her and for good reason. Will operate on things other surgeons would be too scared to touch. Complex poly-trauma patient with ‘unsurvivable’ injuries? Watch them walk out of hospital 3 months later.
Honourable mentions:
Durge- you know what, it’s so tempting to put Durge as a surgeon or even a pathologist (people who do autopsies), but that’s just too obvious. I think the murdering would be kept on the side. One thing Durge would love though is blood and carnage, maybe even a little high octane drama. For that reason- obstetrics. A little poetry to a killer bringing new life into the world too.
Jaheira - that incredible Professor who only works part time clinically now but when she does everyone is reminded of how brilliant she is. Gives me the energy of a ‘seen it all’ medical consultant (internal medicine attending).
Minsc- he should be ortho. Everyone thinks it- he has big Ortho lad energy. But he’s not. Minsc is a paediatrician!!!! It shocks everyone when they first meet him, this massive guy with a hamster on his shoulder. The kids love Boo. He’d be obsessed with Prof Jaheira too.
Halsin- can see him as a psychiatry professor actually. Probs does dabble in a little of the cooler types of therapies on the side (and tries them for himself) eg LSD for PTSD. Mixes medicine with non medical therapies. Very soothing to listen to.
Withers- palliative care consultant that should have retired millennia ago.
Volo- ophthalmology. 👁️
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#bg3#bg3 shadowheart#bg3 lae'zel#bg3 astarion#baldurs gate 3#bg3 durge#bg3 wyll#bg3 fanfiction#bg3 karlach#bg3 gale#gale dekarios#astarion ancunin#shadowheart#wyll ravengard#laezel#does this make the emperor a neuro surgeon? and perhaps orin can be a trainee neurosurgeon for her efforts with durge's skull lol
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I have a prompt in mind… if you can’t do it tho that’s ok!! My brain has been rotting with scenarios of reader fighting with Astarion and The Gang™️, reader gets gravely injured and Astarion has to choose between letting the love of his life die in front of him or turning them. What happens and how reader reacts is up to u 😉
Of course!! Sorry if astarion is a little ooc....I tried my best. Also requests are open!
He barely had any time to process what had happened before you had fallen to the ground, incredibly injured. They had come out of nowhere it seemed just as you were setting up camp to rest, what seemed like hoards and hoards of goblins. It wouldn't have been a problem usually but you all had been low on supplies recently from all the fighting you've had to do. Not to mention how exhausted you all were from it. Wyll killing most of the ones near him and shadowheart, shadowheart trying to keep him healed.
You and astarion on the other side, fighting as well however taking more damage with no healer. That's when he had heard it, the painful gasp of breath coming from you as your armor had broken and a goblin had been able to stab a sword through the hole in your armor straight into your stomach, into some of your organs. You stabbed the goblin in front of you before falling to the ground yourself from all your injuries.
Filling with uncontrollable anger he quickly killed all the goblins around him before rushing over to you. Calling out the rest of the team as he went over to you. Shadowheart and Wyll rushed over still focused on killing the rest of them while protecting the two of you now. Making sure he's covered, astarion softly held you in his arms trying to not let the tears start seeing how bad you were. You were already unconscious barely breathing and turning pale, he could hear your pulse slowly dying.
He didn't know what he could do, you were bleeding too much even with him keeping the weapon in so you didn't lose more blood and wrapping the other wounds you had. He knew he could just turn you but would you be happy with that, is that what you would want? To become what he is? Would you be upset at him if he did? He didn't want the choice forced on you like it was to him. However he also knew he couldn't go on without you and the rest of the team would need you too. He had to make a decision quick and fast before you did die and it was too late to even turn you...
Caressing your face softly before finally deciding he leaned down and bit you before pulling away, cutting his palm, putting it up to your mouth making sure you drank some of it. Quietly hoping it would work, not even sure he was doing it correctly. You had already stopped breathing as he finished, he pulled the sword out of your wound before picking you up. All speechless still of what had happened they quietly went back to camp. Finally in your tent astarion set you down on the bedroll as shadowheart followed and broke the silence that had been hanging in the air, "Are you sure this is what she would want?".
All astarion can do is look down at you while thinking of what he had done was right before looking at shadowheart, "What would you have done?".
All she could do was sigh before using her magic to hear the wound on your stomach through still leaving a big scar since she had used most of her magic in the battle. As she leaves, astarion stays not leaving your side just with his book trying to distract himself even a little bit, feeling worried and guilty for what he had done....
It had already been a while since the sun had set when you had finally opened your eyes, feeling tired and for some reason very thirsty.... Seeing you finally awake astarion became nervous about how you would react. Astarion sat back down near you as you had sat up, holding your throat, "Astarion, what happened?"
He seemed nervous and very hesitant before grabbing your other hand, holding it softly, "My love, you got greatly injured, shadowheart was out of magic I didn't know what to do...".
You looked confused before you finally felt it, what more now than before permanent bite mark. As you were processing astarion handed you his mirror, confirming what you thought. You had only made astarion more nervous than before with you not saying anything, he quickly tried to explain himself, "I- I'm sorry darling, I just needed-," before being interrupted by you cupping his face softly.
You sighed softly trying to process everything before talking, smiling at him softly, "I don't blame you, you did what you thought was best and to be honest if the roles were switched I would've done the same....if I had something to stop you from dying I would've done it.".
As astarion tears up, knowing you're not mad at him, you pull him into a hug, running your fingers through his hair. Whatever happened next you two would get through together no matter what.
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thinking about ursula and gale's dynamic they hate each other so so so so so much 🫶🫶🫶
#to go into detail a bit#ursula thinks he's needy and outspoken and pretentious and he talks WAY too much#gale thinks she's malicious and manipulative of wyll and contemptibly evil and beyond all help#(the wyll thing isn't true she is genuinely fond of him but he's right on the money about the rest)#ursa doesn't exactly resent that she needs to give him magical artifacts but she is like.. so fucking over it#she doesn't buy his sob story which is inch resting bc u would think of all ppl she could understand him?? she knows what love can do??#but i think it just makes her feel even more annoyed by/frustrated w him. she would never have put herself in his position after all#however !! she doesn't start fucking with him on purpose until HE throws the first stone#bc he initially looked at her as maybe redeemable but after seeing the shit she does..... yeah why would he keep being civil w her !!#and it becomes almost a game to her to see just how easily she can poke and prod and piss him off#she instigates a lot and she's so coolly evil about it and he hates her guts for it he cannot find ONE thing to like abt her#it's very much a case of two very powerful ppl having barely a pinch of respect for one another#but that pinch is enough to keep them from killing each other for the sake of their goal#they both think they have each other figured out bc they both have an ego problem#will they find common ground at some point?? maybe !!#i think for that to be possible it would require gale to learn some Ursa Lore. though she would never tell him. she's aloof like that.#i'm excited to see what i could explore w them once the full game comes out#anyways.txt#ch: ursula
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Ur so pretty
A/n: HAI OMG- its been...a while...if anyone read it, I posted the WIP of this like all the way back in November last year. other notes are that there is no use of Y/N, and it is kept gender neutral, but it is implied to be WLW. but since it is no longer in my hands, take it as you will keke hope u enjoy!!!
Upon waking up, you already felt that it was going to be a long day, one that was longer than usual. The sores from numerous fights and hours of walking were ever present from the moment you opened your eyes; the feeling of the Astarion’s fangs wringing your neck numb. You mentally check off the numerous problems before you get out of your tent and set off for the day. Upon leaving the dimly lit tent, you were blinded slightly by the morning light. The smell of breakfast filled the air as idle chatter continued. You take a moment to look at your companions. Gale was the one cooking, making idle chatter with Wyll and Karlach, the latter who was most likely the one who started the fire. Lae’zel was by herself, sharpening one of her many swords. Astarion emerges from his tent, also having just woken up. You continue to scan the camp looking for someone in particular.
‘No sign of her…’ You think to yourself, pouting slightly. From the corner of your eyes, you see Astarion approaching you. Sighing, you reiterate the fact that although the day had just started, you could tell it was going to be a long day.
“Glad to see you didn’t die last night.” He greets you with a smirk. You look at him, already feeling the regret of letting him feed and an oncoming headache. You pinch the bridge of your nose, hoping it will relieve some tension.
“Well if someone didn’t take any more than he should have, I wouldn’t have passed out.” You quip, to which Astarion lets out a laugh.
“I did not take any more than I normally do. You just lost a lot of blood yesterday.” He says as he crosses his arms and shifts to the side. You look at him blankly for a moment, thinking if it would be worth it to put a stake in his heart. Listing the pros and cons, it seems that keeping him alive has more pros, shockingly. Sighing once more, which was something that happened a lot when Astarion was around, you cast lesser restoration on yourself and begin to walk towards Gale, Karlach, and Wyll. However, before you can even approach the trio, you see Shadowheart emerge from her tent.
Your heart skips a beat as you look at her from afar. From the moment you had seen her while on the nautiloid, you had some sort of feelings stirring for her. Just a glance at her tells you how much of a beauty she is. The way her onyx hair framed her face, her braid that swished and would often rest on her shoulders, and the soft makeup that furthered her beauty in a way that felt almost godlike. Not to mention her eyes. The soft hazel green stood out with her darker eyeshadow, luring in the very person who looked into them. In your mind, she could rival the beauty of the gods and goddesses. However, it wasn’t just her physical beauty that lured you in, it was the subtle beauty that seemingly showed when she wasn’t paying attention. The soft smile that creeps up her face when you were swarmed by children at the grove, or how she plays with Scratch when she thinks no one is paying attention. You would often find yourself looking forward to fights, just to get injured so she could heal you, watching how her hands would tenderly cover the wound. In essence, her mannerisms, voice, and beauty have bewitched you, terribly. Often you were left lying awake late at night, thinking back on any conversation or memories you have of her.
Since the tiefling party a few nights ago, you have had numerous things to think of. Truthfully, you were elated that you had agreed to a drink with her, since in your mind it showed that she had a fraction of attraction towards you. While it was hard to tell how she truly felt since she was sharran and they were sworn to secrecy; you did not need words to know that she enjoyed the moment you two shared. The kiss you two shared, the talking and looking into one another's eyes until either the sun came up or sleep overtook you both. The morning after you two had talked about it, she agreed that there was something between the two of you. However, soon after she began to withdraw herself from you, she would avoid being alone with you, cut the conversation short, and even volunteer to stay behind at camp. It hurt to see her detach herself from any social interaction with you. You even knew that she was avoiding only you, catching glimpses of her talking to the others, chattering with Lae’zel even though they both differed. Rather than getting upset and confronting her, you kept it to yourself. Finding that it was better to give her space, something that she appreciated in the past, though it was turning out to be harder than you wanted it to be.
“You know, it is rude to stare.” A voice cuts you out of your train of thought. Blinking, you look at the voice and see that it is Astarion. Confused as to what he is talking about, you give him a look. He rolls his eyes and smacks his teeth. “You have been staring at Shadowheart’s tent for a good while, my friend. A bit too long, might I add.”
Quietly, you let out an ‘oh’ before you turn towards your tent. You decide to start getting ready for the day, no longer hungry. Stripping your camp wear and donning your armor, you mentally summon all your courage so you can ask Shadowheart to accompany you, Gale, and Karlach. Finishing the knot of your boots, you equip your weapons and leave your tent, the blinding rays of the sun stinging your eyes for a brief moment.
‘Moonmadein please guide me.’ You utter in your thoughts before you make your way to Gale and Karlach. Even though you were nowhere near them, Karalach seemed to notice you were heading their way. Turning her head from her conversation with Gale, she makes eye contact with you. Her face seemingly lights up as small flames rise out of her skin.
“Mornin’ soldier!” She hollers. Gale says something to her in a quiet tone, one that you can’t hear. Whatever he told her caused the flames on her to diminish. Looking back at you, she gives a slightly nervous chuckle and says, “Sorry about that. Just excited to get on the road again.”
“No worries, and good morning to you Karlach. You too Gale.” You reassure Karlach quickly before you greet the wizard. Gale smiles in return and greets a quick ‘morning’ before leaving, presumably to get his stuff for the road. You look back to Karlach and ask, “Have you seen Shadowheart?”
“Oh, I think I saw she went with Scratch into the woods,” Karlach says, her mood seemingly more down. She hesitates for a moment, before asking “Why?”
“I just want to see if she wants to join us on the road. It has been a bit since she left camp.” You explain, hoping you weren't evident in your real reason for talking to her. While it wasn’t a complete lie, it wasn't the whole truth. The half-truth was that you did want her to accompany you and walk around for a while; you did want to know if she wanted to leave camp for a while. You also just wanted a moment alone with her; for when there was a moment where everyone was walking, no direction in mind. It seemed that Karlach bought what you said, as she began to perk up a bit after your answer. However before anything else could be said, the bushes rustled slightly. You and Karlach turn to the noise, however, you don’t need to go and investigate since Scratch jumps from the bushes and runs toward you. He jumps onto your chest, tackling you to the ground before he starts to lick at your face. Laughing at the slightly ticklish feeling, you try to move him off of you, not too keen on smelling like dog breath or even having slobber on you so early in the day. Thankfully he gets off with ease and goes to bother someone else. Still chuckling, you get up from the ground, with the help of Karlach who is laughing with you. The rustling of leaves happens once more, catching your attention once more. This time it was Shadowheart who emerged from the woods. You briefly make eye contact with her, your heart skips a beat, and you move towards her. Though it seemed she noticed you moving, since she looked away first and headed back to her tent, not even uttering a greeting or looking back. Your shoulders sag, clearly dejected at her avoidance. ‘I can’t be like this all day. We have to move forward.’ You think to yourself, quickly shaking the feeling and standing up straighter, putting on the front that you were not bothered by it.
“It seems like she has no intent on leaving today. I suppose we could drag Astarion with us.” You jest lightly to Karlach. Wanting to leave sooner, you readjust your pack and look for Astarion. Thankfully, he seemed to have read your mind and was already in his gear. You look for Gale briefly and see that he is equally as ready. With a nod, the four of you leave camp and begin the day.
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“Ugh, I feel I can sleep for days,” Karlach groans as she stretches her back. Letting out another exhausted sigh, she falls back. You nod in agreement, the weariness in your bones causing them to ache slightly more than they already were. While trying to stretch your back, you find it more difficult than normal, as you are in your armor. It was a long day, numerous battles and hours of walking. If there were only a handful of fights, you could handle that, however, it felt like it was battle after battle. The mere thought of the battles caused the bruises on your body to feel more prominent. Plopping down on a nearby tree trunk, you let your body relax as much as it can while sitting up. You look to Gale was already cooking, somehow already in his evening wear. The smell of the food made its way into your stomach, causing it to rumble. Looking around, you notice you can’t find Astarion. Assuming that he is relaxing in his tent, you sigh and lean back, still trying to find relief.
However, you begin to become restless. Somehow through the aches and pain, you feel the need for fresh air, which is odd for being outside. Not being able to sit and just wait, you get up and begin to head to your tent. Before you head inside, you turn to Karlach and Gale.
“You two can stay at camp tomorrow. Take the day to rest. I could bring Wyll and Lae’zel instead.” I say to Karlach and Gale. Gale doesn’t comment, rather focused on the meal he was making than what I was saying. I hear a faint groan, which you assume is Astarion. You begin to feel slightly bad, that he can’t get a day of rest, however with the avoidance from Shadowheart, there is bound to be one person who has to travel a little more.
‘Hopefully, she will get over whatever hindrance she is dealing with…hope I didn’t do anything wrong.’ You think before shaking the thought. ‘I shouldn’t think about it too much.’
You rid your thoughts altogether, of what happened, what is, and what was to come; choosing not to think on it too much, you begin to take off your armor. It took you longer than normal, the aches in your body causing you to slow down. Eventually, you were in your evening wear; sitting on the floor, staring at your feet blankly. You didn’t notice how much the day had affected you, to the point you just wanted to seek the warmth of another person and just fall into the deepest sleep you could. However, the person’s warmth you wanted seemingly wanted nothing to do with you. You let out another deep sigh, kick off your boots, and turn to your bed, not wanting to eat.
It seemed that no one noticed that you decided to turn in early for the night, or if they did no one came into your tent. You felt a tad grateful that no one came, feeling that no one's company would be enough. You lie in your tent, trying to sleep. However, no matter how much you slowed your breathing and kept your eyes closed, your body could not find itself to relax. With a sigh, you decide to give up on sleeping and leave your tent. Hastily throwing on your boots and mentally wishing it was late enough, you emerge from your tent and see that the camp is empty. The fire from supper was completely burnt out, and the large pile of dishes piled up near the lake camp was showing that everyone had indeed turned in for the night. Turning your head once again, you see Scratch and the owlbear cub huddled next to one another, sleeping soundly. You smile softly, your heart melting that they are bonding so well with one another. Trying to be as quiet as possible, you leave the camp and head into the nearby forest.
In a moment in time when there were so many new feelings and unfamiliar things around you; from being abducted by illithids, seeing the hells, waking up in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere, and having an uninvited guest in your brain, the forest provided comfort. No matter where in Faerûn, trees will always be trees, the dirt path made by countless feet that trekked forward in their journeys, made you feel less alone and confused. Walking over bushes, you decide to mindlessly wander, not worrying about the pain in your feet or where you end up. There weren’t many sounds in the dead of night, other than the wind that shook the leaves and bushes, the distinct animal noises of nocturnal animals, and your footsteps. You don’t pay much attention to it, however, rather you choose to blank entirely. The traveling and battles from earlier in the day left you mentally exhausted, as well as physically but that was neither here nor there since you were always physically tired or sore, your mind was left both restless yet still. An internal paradox that you found yourself in recently. Much of how your relationship with Shadowheart was a paradox in itself. While it was difficult to say that you were in love with the mysterious woman, especially since it had not been too long since you two had met, it wasn’t hard to conclude that a part of you consistently yearned for her. Desired to hear the sound of her voice, to feel her gaze upon you, to comb her hair as it rested upon her shoulders, to have her touch you in ways that no other before has. A part of you dreamed that she could one day let you into her mind, into the deepest darkest parts of her mind, where you would find solace there as just she wormed her way into your mind. A constant plague that you could not rid of, not that you wanted to.
However, that was the lingering problem that shifted the foundation of what could be. The beliefs that you both hold make you enemies by default. The very belief that a sharran and a selunite even being friendly was unheard of. Nevertheless, you befriended one, hell you even kissed one, something that younger you would stress about, wondering if you were turning to the Lady of Loss. Not that you would, you find that the beliefs of your dear moon maiden held were truly a resonate of your own, and you weren’t saying that since you grew up with it. From your very limited understanding of the Lady of Loss, you found the very idea of wallowing in the dark with no hope seemed very unhealthy. From what Shadowheart told you, which was also as limited since her memory was removed, it seemed that Shar was lying to her followers, saying that she was easing their pain when in reality she was just adding to it.
‘How could she worship a goddess that causes her to be left in the dark and pain,’ You wonder, looking at the ground as you walk and begin to pursue your lips. Eventually, you begin to slow down, coming to a full stop at the texture change from under your shoes. You look up and see a lake, one that is possibly connected to camp, as the moon dances on the water, light ripples distorting the image. Breathing in the sight, you consider undressing and wandering into the water, before shaking the thought. While it was tempting, you find that it would be a hassle putting your clothes back on. Instead, you kick off your sandals and roll up the legs of your pants, and wander to the water before seating yourself down, just far enough to where your butt won’t get too wet. There you sat for a while, taking in the sight, smell, and sounds of the area around you. You feel your mind slow down, your eyes getting heavy at the comfort of the water as it rocked and kissed higher on your calf. Just as you were about to leave yourself completely vulnerable to the wilderness and let your mind wander into the night sky, a voice rang through your ears.
“Well, I certainly did not expect you to be so far from camp.”
Your eyes shot up, startling you awake. You don’t know who you were expecting when you turn your head, however, the last person that comes to mind is Shadowheart. Her hair was down from its chain and braid as it rested over her shoulder and draped to her mid-back. With that being the only outlier, Shadowheart looked the same as how she did the night before. Even though you wanted to say something, your mind was too slow to react, so you just looked at her. Embarrassed that you could not utter a sound, you turn your attention back to the lake. She chuckles, a noise that reaches your ears and tickles them ever so slightly, and you feel your ears and face get warm. Focusing solely on the lake and the reflection of the moon, you could only listen as she shuffled behind you. Far too nervous to catch her gaze, but still nipping with curiosity at what she is doing, you look at her from the corner of your eyes.
Not paying you any mind, she sat next to you, albeit a bit away from the water, which you assume was because she was not in favor of getting wet. Nervous that she will catch your gaze, you look away once more as the wind starts to softly blow. The both of you sit there in silence, unaware of what Shadowheart is thinking and you are far too nervous to break the silence, lest you say the wrong thing.
‘Truthfully, what is the wrong thing to say?’ You mentally quip to yourself, ‘Rather…what is the right thing to say…Should I break the silence? Does Shadowheart have something to say? Why is she also out here? Did she foll-’
“Was..there any particular reason you left camp?” Shadowheart asks, her voice stopping your thoughts. You look at her, a stunned look on your face. You were astonished at the fact that she was actively engaging in conversation rather than avoiding it. She is facing forward but looking at you from the corner of her eyes. Feeling your face get warm at her stare, you turn your head once again.
“I just..wanted some fresh air…” You murmur, bringing your knees closer to your chest and hugging them. You didn’t think to elaborate further, finding your reasoning sound enough. If you were completely honest with yourself, you were being slightly petty due to her avoidance. Shadowheart, who seemingly accepted the reasoning, sighed to herself, in a way that could be depicted as relief. Although you found it odd, you didn’t bring attention to it, rather resting your head on your knees. You both sat in silence, the sounds of the surrounding area being the only thing that stopped the moment from being dead quiet. Once again, content with the peace, you feel your eyes drooping once more.
“You didn’t come out here to meet anyone?” Shadowheart asks, breaking the silence and waking you up once more. Confused by her question and unsure if you even heard her correctly, you turn your body and look at her. She was actually looking at you, her head turned in your direction. Although it might have been your mind playing tricks on you or wishful thinking, it seemed that her eyes were a green of jealousy. Nonetheless, she blinks and it seems that she hid whatever emotion she was harboring.
“What? Why would I come out here to meet someone?” You ask her, as she shrugs and turns her head away from you, looking at the lake again. Thinking you weren’t getting an answer in response, your mind begins to wonder with various questions. Trying to make sense of your thoughts, you let one slip past the barriers of your lips.
“Why have you been avoiding me?” You ask, your voice much softer than you wanted it to be. Sounding much more hurt than you wanted to reveal, your mind and voice wanting to show her how her avoidance pained you. Though you hate to admit it, you are sure your face is showing that pain just as much as your voice did. She doesn’t move, mimicking that of a statute; Neither do you, not to turn to look at her, in fear of her seeing your face and you never getting an answer. You both sit there for a moment, your question leaving you feeling like you just shouted into the void and expecting an answer back.
After a moment, she lets out a breath, seemingly holding it in. As if she was not expecting that question and didn’t want to answer it.
“I do not think we can be together.”
Upon hearing her words, you feel as if your very soul was de-rooted so violently, that it took the very foundation of who you were down. The void answered, with a truth that you avoided and did not want. The truth that haunted you after you kissed her under the moonlight and the stars away from the party. Plagued your mind when you would think of who you were and who she was. It seemed to have shattered every thought, every wish, and every dream you had of holding her and that she hold you in return. With all of the shattering going on in your mind, you cannot utter anything else other than a simple, “Oh.”
“It’s just…” Shadowheart trails off, trying to find her words. She seems to struggle for a bit, so you decide to make it easier for her and leave.
With the hurt of your body and heart and the threat of tears in your eyes, you stand up. Not wanting your not-lover to see you cry, you quickly wipe the tears that were threatening to fall out and sniffle. Washing off your feet of any sand, you place your sandals on and head back to camp, not caring that you are leaving her behind. Not noticing Shadowheart pulled her knees to her chest, as she rested her head into her arms. Unknowing of the inner turmoil that was going on between her mind and her heart; the war between her sprouting care and affection for you and the dedication she has to her faith.
The way back was agonizing, your heart heavy with hurt and your mind yelling for sleep while also overthinking every bit of interaction with Shadowheart. The more you walked, the feeling of more tears threatened to fall and let you shed every ounce of heartache and misery. Picking up the pace, you cannot help but think about your reaction.
Surely you could have handled this way better in theory, but in practice? Was Shadowheart so deeply rooted into your mind, that the mere rejection shattered you whole? Did you crave her affection so badly that even the cold sharp end of a knife stab would have felt better than this? No matter how frigid and distant she was, how did you not lose an ounce of interest in her? Would you betray your goddess, just to be within Shadowheart’s gaze?
It seemed that as you asked more questions to yourself, the lack of answers seemed to spiral into more questions. However, you knew that you would never be able to answer the questions that spiraled in your mind. Eventually, you stumbled upon the camp, seeing Astarion was the only one up and about. His eyes turned to you, gaze softening at the sight of you rather than a rabid animal or an enemy trying to attack in the night. Upon seeing your expression, one of anguish and with tears already falling, his face morphs into concern for a moment before blanking.
“Did something happen, o’ fearless leader?” He asked, using the nickname he used to tease you once you were bestowed the mantle of leader. Maybe calling you your nickname was his way of comforting you. Not that you stood around long enough to find out. Rather than answering him, you decide to go straight into your tent. He makes a noise, one that sounds like he wants you to stop, but he doesn’t move from his spot.
Once inside your tent, you head to your sleeping bag and tuck yourself under it. Not wanting to wake everyone, but also needing to let out your emotions, you opt to cry silently into your hands. Trying whatever way to muffle your sobs as they wracked through your body. Curled up into yourself, you eventually fall into a dreamless sleep.
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Upon waking up, you immediately notice the sunlight is more prominent through your tent's fabric. Finding this odd, you immediately sit up and try to leave your tent as fast as you can. Crawling to the tent flap, you squint your eyes at the bright light of the day, noticing that it is far past the normal time you awoke. You look up to confirm your suspicions and see that the sun is most definitely showing it was later in the day, almost to the midpoint of the sky. As you crawled out of the tent, emerging from the cocoon of emotions you barracked yourself in last night, you saw Wyll making his way to you. It took you a bit to stand up fully, while your body was mostly recovering from the longer-than-average rest, it was still sore from the battles and wandering you and your party had been doing these past weeks. The horned man was already in front of you by the time you stood tall, patiently waiting.
“Good morning,” He smiles softly at you. You nod back, your mood still somewhat in shambles due to your previous night's adventure. Rather, you had more pressing matters to attend to, such as-
“Why did no one wake me up?”
Wyll doesn’t say anything but stares at you with the same look.
“Astarion told us what happened last night,” He starts. Afraid of where this was going, you feel your heart and stomach plummet through the ground, possibly landing in the Underdark somewhere. Wyll seems to take notice of the mild panic on your face and corrects himself. “Rather, he told us you came back to camp a wreck. He told us he was unsure what could have distressed you so. Karalach and Gale were the ones to suggest that we leave you to rest.”
With his explanation, you start to relax a little bit. Of course, Asartion would tell everyone. Though you know you couldn’t be too angry at him, rather fond of the fact that he was worried. It warmed you a bit that even though the vampire elf kept his emotions to himself for the most part, he ditched that belief for just a moment and expressed worry. You make a mental note to thank him and work towards a better friendship with him. Pushing that thought to the back of your mind along with any residue of yesterday evening, you smile softly at Wyll.
“I appreciate that, thank you.” Your voice sounds way more stable than you thought it would be. “Though, in the future, I would appreciate being woken up, even if there is concern for me. After all, we don’t know how much time we have before the whole tadpole thing turns us into illithids.”
Wyll doesn’t say much, just hums and nods, before being called by Lae’zel. He whips his head before turning back to you with a shy smile, one that you return with your smile and shoo him away. He scampers to Lae’zel, leaving you alone still standing in front of your tent. You sigh and relax your body a bit before you head to go to the stash of food the camp keeps. After not eating much throughout the previous day, it was starting to catch up with you with your stomach growling. At the stash, you begin to look for something quick to fuel you before you attempt to cook anything. Finding nothing that piqued your interest, you decided to head into the forest to see if there was anything edible. As you were heading to leave the camp alone, you passed Karalach, whose back was to you. You step towards her and begin to call out to her, however before you can utter a sound you step on a branch, alerting her to your presence. Turning to the source, Karlach seems to move away from what-who she was interacting with. Just beyond Karalach was Shadowheart, with a look you cannot describe. You spend a while looking at her, so many mixed feelings rushing to you faster than anything you can describe. Before you got swept away in the tidal waves of emotions, Karlach’s voice snapped you out of the trance you were in.
“Hey, soldier! How are you holdin’ up?” While her face had a big smile on it, it also had a look of concern. Turning your attention to the buff tiefling, you put on a strained smile before answering her.
“Better now that I’ve had more than 4 hours of sleep.”
“Really?” Her shock was evident, as she shifted slightly so the front of her body was facing you. She makes a glance to Shadowheart, something you feel you cannot stomach to do at the moment. You nod and respond.
“Yeah…I was just about to head off.”
“All alone?” Shadowheart says for the first time. Her voice rings in your ears as you feel your knees go weak for a moment. You cannot help but want to ignore her, to give her a taste of how she has made you feel; however, you decide against it, being in front of someone else.
‘That doesn’t mean I have to look at her.’ You reason to yourself before looking to the forest, trying not to make it obvious that you were avidly avoiding looking at her. “I wasn’t going to go far. Just wanted something light.”
Nothing is said for a moment before Shadowheart speaks again.
“I’ll go wi-”
“There is no need. I can go alone.” You cut her off, your voice coming off more harshly than you expected it to. However you couldn’t find it in yourself at that moment to apologize, rather you say your quick goodbyes and leave. In your absence was a puzzled Karlach at the thick tension between yourself and Shadowheart. She doesn’t say much, still feeling the tension, quickly making up an excuse before leaving. In her wake was a Shadowheart who was staring off in the direction you took off in. Left in the shadow that she herself had cast upon you.
However this time, the reason for it was known, and she had no one to blame but herself.
#shadowheart x tav#shadow x reader#im going crazy#this took forever#anyways#shadowheart is bad a feelings#like really bad#angst???#at least it's my attempt at it#☾adoniswrites
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Wyll ravengard is a very funny character because he literally just. Has no idea the terrible things wrong with baldurs gate
Hes like BALDURS GATE IS A JEWEL. It WOULD HAVE WELCOMED REFUGEES 10 YEARS AGO!
Maybe thats true. Ten years ago. I doubt it. But maybe. TEN YEARS AGO. (Tbh I hope it isn't bc that means ulder made the city actively worse LOL)
But descent to avernus is a canon and it takes place the same year as bg3
There were HUNDREDS of refugees from elturel. Even more than are outside the gate now from the absolute
And they ALSO were not allowed in. In fact, some of them are beaten in the streets by the very flaming fist that wyll's dad is in charge of. For the crime of being refugees, I guess.
If u read the 5e stuff about baldurs gate its clear that baldurs gate is a truly terrible and unsafe place to live if ur poor. Even if ur rich its unsafe, but then at least u can stay in the upper city and gamble all day long away from The Poors.
Its a place defined by inequality and crime but also culture and magic and pride
Wyll sees the best in it, he sees the pride and the people and the magic. He was privileged enough to see only the best in it
As much as I love the idea of wyll as a fairy tale prince returning home and everyone loves him---ulder being from the lower city and going versus the nobles is HARD and he has had to fight to keep his power and fight to keep the lower city safe from the guild and make bad deals and lbr to work with the flaming fist, to work with the evil ass patriars, he had to let some things slide
Wyll has his work cut out for him! Just as his father did!
And I think being grand Duke would present an interesting challenge for him as a character, in that he would not be able to solve problems by fighting monsters or killing devils. He has to deal with evils of injustice, even within the people who work for him who protect him and who he may have at one point looked up to
And that's extremely difficult
There is political intrigue and frustrations and tragedy to be had
Wyll genuinely has the compassion and empathy and charm to help baldurs gate.
BUT.
The point of wylls narrative and the stuff with balduran and ansur is very much a wake up call that the fairy tale of his fathers hero balduran is built on lies and there is no one great man that can save baldurs gate. Just like there wasn't one great man that built it
Gortash himself is like, a foil to this because he believes he's the one great man who can fix every problem with literal mind control
It is MUCH easier for wyll to just step away from baldurs gate after all this. And if u let HIM choose, that's what he does
If he becomes grand Duke and his fathers heart of the gate, he becomes responsible and beholden to things we can't imagine
And tbh? Wyll doesn't have that many of his own allies like his Father had. He has to rely on people like florrick, people like the flaming fist. People who respected his father, people who will talk over and take advantage of the 26 year old who stopped his education at 17
His story doesn't really end here, u know? It's really just beginning
In fact with an evil arch Duke everyone genuinely seemed to believe in dead, so many patriars dead, Duke Stephane dead, who knows what happened to vanthampur, the flaming fist had sided with gortash, who knows what happened to the actual upper city watch.
Literally and truly. The story of the absolute, and BALDURAN is finally over. But the story of baldurs gate? Baby thats just beginning
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have u seen the guitar hero bg3 edits. i think there's only two on youtube (astarion singing what ive done linkin park & gale singing boys are back in town w/ shadowheart & wyll & karlach on instruments iirc) but they seem like they'd go well with your band au stuff
Yes I have! I've seen both the youtube ones and there's someone on tiktok (monkemeeki) whos done a shit ton of em, extremely funny to watch def recommend 👌
My only problem is that everyone loves to put asstarion in the band when I know for a fact that motherfucker could not carry a tune to save his life lmaoo
#asks#also love that the one thing that everyone seems to agrees on is that if shart isn't on vocals then shes on bass#she just exudes bass player vibes
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btw his reaction made me so upset..... he apologized for coming on too strong noooo i should be the one apologizing ���😔😔 i hate to see him sad fr
king im literally so sorry there's this fucked up situationship going on so i cant rn
#starlight darling you BETTER know how much u mean to me...... this is so hard#im gonna be such a happy person when im romancing wyll fr#obv im really happy to be romancing astarion rn it's been my dream for months#but .... u get me......#this guy is treating the game of the year like a mere dating sim booooo#in fact im taking it very seriously im so serious abt this game#but im also so seriously in love with all the companions. what can i do#I'll have another breakdown when karlach romance scenes are triggered#i already said no to laezel and gale so no problem there i think#shadowheart and karlach tho..... i will suffer#ive also heard that astarion has a really cute reaction when you have multiple romances#but you choose to 'break up' with the others for him (🥺)#buuuuuut i cannot break up with wyll ravengard nuh uh#better to not start at all i cannot do it#same w the other characters too but especially true for wyll and karlach#so. yeah. haha what a game right#playing bg3
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I meaaaan the giilvas wyll meeting outside of the druid camp is always gonna be top fiction to me bc imagine u’ ve been doing this shit for a while , right ? You got a name for yourself and people think you’ re untouchable when really , ur just like them but more skilled when it comes to knowing how to fight . Until you get put on the nautiloid and all your skills and prowess and high level techniques and fight is replaced with a worm In your eye Socket . But you’ re being normal about it . Right . So the sun rises and you find yourself in another one of those situations . The good is at risk , the bad is at your door , and this whole ugly problem you got is put aside for a moment to try and protect the people-
Until you hear a voice , loud like yours . With words that peel off the story book pages like yours . And you look across the battlefield and lock with mismatched eyes like yours and there is not a Chance In Hell . IS THAT REALLY HIM ?
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Hey! I'm Nathaniel/Spiral/Fox and i write things sometimes!
You can find me @/spiralsystem on Ao3!
This blog will mainly be posting requests, as my main fics that I'm working on will be posted directly to archive, however I'll still post finished fics here!
For x reader requests I will likely use the pronoun "you" over "they" (I just think it's fun)
HOW TO SEND A REQUEST: please send the pairing you want, any tropes or whatever (not obligatory), and pick from one of 3:
- Headcanons: a quick page of headcanon points
- Drabble: quick blurb between 200-500 words
- Short fic: 1000-3000 words
Please don't be shy with requests!
IMPORTANT NOTE: IF YOU DON'T SPECIFY WHAT TYPE OF FIC U WANT, I CANNOT WRITE IT FOR YOU.
Request types I will take:
X GN!Reader
X Male!reader
X Trans!reader
Character x character
Main fandoms I'll currently write for:
Baldur's Gate 3
911/911 Lone Star
Dishonored
Ace Attorney
Vocaloid/Project Sekai Colourful Stage
Critical role seasons 1 & 2
Dc
Jujutsu Kaisen
Genshin Impact
All For The Game
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Merlin
& Many more!
More about my writing under the cut so this doesn't get super long :)
Views on shit for writing: I reaaallly don't subscribe to the whole concept of proship/antiship. I take requests on what I'm comfortable writing.
I DO accept nsfw requests, but only within appropriate age ranges. I am comfortable writing age gaps but please dm me and i'll write something on a different site, same with any other typically "taboo" requests. I will not release a "will not/will write" list because that's just inviting problems.
If you'd like nsfw x a minor!character, please specify in the ask if you are also a minor. If there is no age, I will deny the request. I won't write underage smut for adults. I also probably won't push it past an M rating.
Minors I write for:
ProSeka: Honestly realistically most of these characters are minors, but like we don't all know teenagers aren't celibate. Vocaloids don't canonically have ages but since they're all kinda minor-coded, I'll just stick to M max for proseka.
Genshin - Qiqi and Klee, Sayu, and Yaoyao. Diona is NOT a minor, she runs a bar 🙄. Bennett/razor/fischl/anybody who uses the "teen model" I consider 18 at least.
Ace attorney - pearl, trucy. If you want ema I'll write her as her older self unless specified, sorry.
9-1-1: I'll write any of the kids as a side accessory to their parents, unless you want a Gen piece about the kids. I love writing Chris & Denny :)
Dc: Ages are played with a lot in DC, so any characters that are generally accepted as minors/adults will be treated as such. I.e: Damian Wayne, Jon kent will be treated as kids unless you specify a universe where they're older (like when Older!Jon came to that one Earth)
BALDUR'S GATE 3:
The ONLY characters I won't write for this are LAE'ZEL and MINTHARA:
Minthara: killed her and saved the tieflings. No real interest in having her as a companion so I haven't seen any content with her.
Lae'zel: get back to me when she doesn't excuse slaughtering and colonizing entire towns lol. I'm native and the gith creche slaughtering the entire temple of lathander (as. As a cleric of lathander also) and she was like 🤷♂️ we live here now. I was not cool with that. I also really don't know how to write a romance for someone who is constantly combative towards the player.
BSD: I can only write for the ADA characters + aktugawa because. I have only seen season 1 :,) sorry
Muses & character's I'm great at writing for:
Bg3: Tav, Wyll
911: Eddie, TK
Dishonored: Corvo, Outsider (and Garett from Thief 2014)
Ace Attorney: Edgeworth, Klavier, Apollo, Clay, Simon, Diego
Vocaloid/Proseka: Len, VFlower, GUMI, Shiho, Toya, Mafuyu, Mizuki
Critrole: Percy, Vax, Caleb, Jester
DC: batfam, superfam, flashs & rogues gallery, teen titans, young justice
JJK: Gojo, Nanami, Itadori, Inumaki, Fushiguro
Genshin: Diluc, Zhongli, Alhaitham & Kaveh (and 4ggravate), Traveler twins, Pantalone, Wriothesley
AFTG: Neil, Aaron, Jean
#writing#writer#writeblr#x reader#bg3 x reader#fanfiction#fics#fanfic#911#911 lone star#ace attorney#proseka#prsk#jjk#dc#genshin impact#gale x reader#gale x male reader#wyll x reader#wyll x male reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#aftg#critical role#bg3#project sekai#vocaloid#male reader#call of duty#ghoap
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theres this bizarre response ive seen a few times to fans criticizing wyll for being too good and boring where ppl will almost swing in the opposite direction. theyll call wyll rude and mean bc of the rat diet comment and the one joke he made at gale's expense, and call him a "murder hobo" bc he wants to kill the goblins. and theyll say these things abt wyll as a way to defend him. its weird. going "um actually, wyll isnt a boring goody two shoes! look at how mean and violent he is!" is not the defense u think it is.
for one, its just not true, a couple offhand remarks dont make wyll rude and mean, hes more often kind and encouraging. the goblin stuff is uncomfortable, but its more of a problem w/ how the game chooses to treat goblins over all than a problem with wyll himself.
also off topic, but i hate the term "murder hobo" i know its a common term in ttrpg spaces, but come on now.
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HI HELLO I SAW YOUR POST ABOUT GIVING U A PROMPT AND I LEAPT TO SUBMIT THIS
so uhh is it ok if you write some fluff about my bard Tav, Severin (he/him) having Astarion as the muse for his music? except Astarion doesn’t know this until after he shows the camp a song he wrote (and i didn’t add gale because i didn’t think to, i got the other main ones in cano though lmao). also this is Severin
tysm for reading this!!
Okay, I sort of went overboard with this because I haven't written anything longer than a few paragraphs in AGES, and I've literally never written fluff, but I hope this is alright! Your Tav looks so cool 👉👈 I was kinda afraid to write about him too much cuz idk his personality eksjejsjj
Misunderstandings
Content style: angst, fluff (???), comedy, probably ooc
Content warnings: mild references to violence and problems with sexual boundaries
Astarion is used to people staring at him. The past two centuries of his life had been filled with wanton gazes; his life's purpose was to attract attention everywhere he went, and he did it very well. He knew he was beautiful, tempting and handsome. He even revelled in it.
...So why was Severin's stare sending chills up his spine?
It had been going on for a few days, now— this awkward little situation. Astarion would sit and read, or pretend to read and eavesdrop on others' conversations. This was the routine he'd adopted since he first arrived at camp. But, now, anything he did was accompanied by fleeting little glances from the camp bard. At first, Astarion figured the man had fallen head-over-heels for him, that he was hot under the collar and desperate for some attention. Now, he's not sure if Severin is crushing on him or plotting his murder. His gaze is too fiery, too trained on the features of his face to be lustful. He never directly approaches him, either; just watches from behind his tent flaps, crossed legged and only ever looking away when Astarion meets his gaze.
Confronting Severin about all of this had crossed his mind, but he'd decided against it. Avoidance, Astarion figured, was probably the best course of action, at least until Severin finally snapped and put a blade to his throat. After all, he couldn't exactly prove that the bard had murderous intentions. Maybe he was just shy. Maybe, he was working up the courage to ask for a fuck and had no idea how ridiculously creepy his staring was. He wouldn't be the first man to be so oblivious...
"Tonight, we feast!" Wyll's booming voice rips Astarion from his thoughts, head snapping around to see what the warlock was fussing over. Beside him, Lae'zel holds up an elk by the antlers, the creature's eyes lifeless and clouded. There was an arrow sticking into its neck, weeping blood fresh enough to smell on the air.
"Fuck yes! I'll start the fire," Karlach rubs her hands together, the heat generated between them enough to create flickering embers.
"I'll fetch our wine," Shadowheart adds.
All at once, everyone is bustling around the camp, grabbing pots and emptying baskets to find fresh vegetables. Everyone except Astarion, of course, who bristles in place. A camp get-together was the last thing he needed; declining the invitation would make him look sulky in front of his companions, and joining them would entail a night full of Severin's awkward stares. The Hells was he supposed to do?
"Astarion?" Wyll calls his name, pensive. He hadn't realised he was scowling, fangs just barely peeking out from under his lip. "I was going to leave a hunk of the meat raw, in case, you know..."
Aha! An opening!
"Oh, no, dead meat is of no use to me. I like my food... Very fresh. I'm afraid I'll have to hunt for my own meal tonight." He plays his best pout, eyes gleaming with insincerity. For once, his vampirism was a benefit; it was an excuse to hunt, to leave camp for a few hours while everyone else talked amongst themselves. Moreover, Severin wouldn't be able to chase after him with everyone else around him, watching. Most likely, he'd be the night's entertainment, strumming songs on his lute until his finger pads were raw and everyone was full of stew. Yes... Yes, this was the perfect excuse to get some peace and quiet!
"You're not joining us tonight?" Severin's voice is like honey, smooth and warm. There's a hint of... Disappointment? Sadness, perhaps, in it as well. Astarion regards him with a courteous nod, jaw clenching slightly. How could such an innocent face belong to a killer? Well— actually, that was a stupid question. Everyone in this camp was a killer; everyone had killed goblins and bandits and gods-know-what-else along their journey. Astarion mentally rephrased his sentence: how could such an innocent face, a face that had so openly welcomed his vampirism weeks earlier, be planning his demise? The idea seems preposterous now that he's up close to the other for the first time in days. Hells, there was no way it was true.
If he had the ability to, Astarion might've blushed in embarrassment. This paranoia was unbecoming of him; it was childish, something his siblings might've engaged in. Of course Severin wasn't planning on killing him!
"...not tonight," is all he manages before scampering away.
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A small boar and a few hares. The forest was almost empty tonight. Lae'zel, all brutish and ugly as sin, must have chased all the game away in her hunt earlier...
Or, maybe, he's just sloppy tonight.
Astarion can't think of much besides Severin. Like many a man and woman before him, he was enchanted by his looks. Unlike most, though, he wasn't direct enough to proposition him for sex outright. He was more like a blushing maiden, or one of those gruff, bearded Gur he'd find in taverns— too scared to approach a man for pleasure but clearly interested in the idea. Confessing his vampirism must've put him on edge, blinding him to reason. Guilt pools in his stomach. Not only had he made assumptions about an ally, but he'd been depriving him of a service he wanted. What a horrible person he was.
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The walk back to camp is more like a shuffle, his feet heavy and slow. Part of him hopes that everyone will be asleep when he returns, but he knows that chance is slim. And, sure enough, when the gleam of their campfire comes into view, he hears bouts of boisterous laughter and drunken conversation. Astarion steels himself, paints a confident facade over his face.
Before he can step into the clearing, Severin interrupts him.
"Alright, alright, I'll play it for you. It's not finished yet, though, so you mustn't judge it!"
Then, a gentle, melodic tune thrums to life through the strings of his lute. Astarion pauses, watching through thick tree branches. He sings gently, quietly— like he's embarrassed of his own work. The lyrics are hard to make out from behind the camp, but a few words make their way to his ears.
They make his jaw slacken.
Sanguine eyes, hair of silver, something something... Adventures, tales of legend, something...
Astarion kicks himself internally. He'd never been so wrong about someone. The tadpole in his head, clearly, was eating away at his intelligence and leaving him stupid. Of course Severin, a bard, was using his environment as inspiration for his music. The staring, the lack of conversation... It was all because he was observing him from afar. Every arrow he let loose, every book he nestled into after a long day— he was being immortalised in song, in poetry.
He releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. A deep dread, seated in the bottom of his unbeating heart, evaporates all at once and he feels a little lighter. Happy, even.
When Severin finishes, Astarion comes into the firelight and claps slowly, his usual confidence restored with a renewed vigor.
"Bravo, bravo! What an inspiring performance, darling!" The others seem to agree with him, nodding their heads and cheering with varying degrees of sobriety. "If I were a goblin, I'd lock you up like that Volo character and have you sing about me all day long." He makes sure to hold his gaze with those words, eyes radiating a sincerity he can't portray through words. Thank you, they say. Thanks for what, exactly, he isn't sure. But he's thankful nonetheless.
Thank you, Severin.
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i'm late to the party but if you're still doing the tav asks from yesterday: 93 and 94!
hell yeah thank u let’s go
full ask list here!
(only answering for Mythrae and Taversia bc they’re the only ones who even made it to Act 3 lol 🥲 under the cut bc it’s a bit long)
93. What do you think happens to the party, afterwards? Do they go for drinks? Do they go their separate ways?
Both Taversia and Mythrae want to keep the gang as close together as they can. After all, they’ve defeated essentially a false god, their bonds now are stronger than ever. They would definitely celebrate MULTIPLE times over (mostly at night so Astarion can join them), to the point where the owners of the Elf Song Tavern would have to kick them out for staying too long.
In Mythrae’s story line, they also want to band together once more to search for a cure for Karlach’s heart so she and Wyll can leave Avernus.
* this doesn’t happen in Taversia’s story bc I was dumb and couldn’t recruit her due to accidentally killing a bunch of druids🧍🏼♀️oops
94. Years after the game, what do you think your Tav is up to?
Taversia and Gale got married, with Wyll and Shadowheart making up the bridal party and Jaheira officiating the ceremony (Tara the flower girl, Scratch the ring bearer). There wasn’t a dry eye in the room when Gale gave his vows, even getting a few tears out of Astarion. It was a wonderful occasion, and Gale’s mother would talk about their wedding for years to come.
Tav moved into Gale’s tower in Waterdeep, but the two frequently travel to visit their friends in Baldur’s Gate. She now acts as a mercenary, usually sent on quests later in the evening to keep the city safe. Not problem, because she knows that when she comes home, her husband will still be up, writing his plans for his students that he tutors.
One of these tutors is Arabella, who the two have decided to take in as their own a few years post game. She is more than happy to have the people who saved her as her adoptive parents, and the four of them make quite the happy family. The best part of it all is that Taversia and Gale are both living the happily ever afters that they’ve always dreamed of :)
Mythrae and Astarion, on the other hand, are living happily together in the Underdark, getting into whatever adventures they can find. They make quite a dynamic duo, and have almost become infamous throughout the realm.
When they’re not out fighting the evildoers of the realm, you can find them in their cottage they built near the Mycanoid Circle. As much as the duo loves to be out and about, they both love it when they get to wind down and take some time together. They’re still healing from their previous traumas, but both have built up so much trust in each other, that their relationship grows more and more each day.
Whenever they’re not out on a quest, they’ll usually get visitors from their past party members, which their door is always open to. Mythrae and Astarion both love catching up with Shadowheart the most, as they’ve grown the closest to her. With a little help from Gale and Halsin, they work tirelessly to try and figure out a way to bring Karlach and Wyll from the Hells.
Not too long after moving to the Underdark, they eloped under the stars in Baldur’s Gate, with Selune and Shadowheart being their witnesses to their unity :)
#this was heartwarming#TO ME!!!#mythrae’s tavs#mythrae’s ocs#oc: taversia#oc: mythrae#bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3#bg3 spoilers#baldur's gate 3 spoilers#astarion#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep
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hey fang!
so i've loved reading your posts about bg3, especially when you go into detail about the companions - it makes me feel a though i have a better understanding of each of them.
i have a variety of different oc's i've been trying to pair up with the companions, but one of the things i've always had a problem with (no matter the fandom) is knowing if an oc would be compatible with the character i want to pair them with. it might seem dumb to be taking it this seriously i suppose, but making it 'realistic' is part of the fun for me i think.
i'm not actually sure there is any advice you could give me from what i've said, so i have a question instead - you don't have to answer of course! i know questions involving strangers ocs probably aren't that fun to answer
so i wanted to ask: what are some traits or things in general that would definitely NOT be compatible with the companions? so i know what not to include.
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hello my love!!!
first of all... i am glad u like when i talk abt bg3... i am hyperaware this is an anime blog so i feel a little bit bad. however. it has consumed me all the same so i cant do anything about it LMAO.
second of all - i understand!!! i also create readers / dynamics based on compatibility and what i think works with them. i don't often post like... what characters like or dislike. my brain is weird so i dont rlly see it that way.
like i do not often think in terms of compatible or incompatible but in like... specific dichotomies. and u can create any dichotomy if you understand a character at their core. i think a good place to start is by assessing what a characters greatest convictions are (or lack there of), how that conviction is shaped by their life experiences and how that effects them, then understanding how they apply that belief.
for example - wyll is a really upright and righteous character, and he has a deep desire to protect the sword coast overall. he disapproves generally of immoral acts and prefers heroics. but that doesn't necessarily mean that he dislikes people who break the law, even though he airs on the side of lawful and kind.
his life experience show that he is understanding of people who were put in difficult situations that caused them to act in specific ways. he's empathetic towards both astarion and shadowheart, and chooses to spare karlachs life after understanding whats happened to her.
so his conviction is protecting the sword coast, but he's willing to let certain things slide even though he prefers to air on the side of legal and morally good. so what is the application of that? what can he make exceptions for? what can he not make exceptions for?
to me these things read as wyll is probably more incompatible with someone who is willfully evil and generally self involved. like he could never get along with minthara lol
contrarily there is shadowheart who, ultimately, loses what she once thought was her greatest conviction. this is pretty common in bg3 among the companions. all of these characters tend to have these wild hopes and dreams and what comes out of them aren't always what they expect and elements of their truer deeper selves show this way. shadowhearts greatest desire is to serve her lady, and when that is ultimately ripped away from her - she is completely very lost on what to do
the effect of being a shar worshipper is that she naturally prefers disrection and privacy and open-minded people, even after she has let go of her worship. however, depsite being former sharran, she tends to like acts of kindness especially towards her character. her life experiences having a hardened childhood and probably being a selunite in truth, mold her into still preferring non-violence and kindness.
she is complex, so its less clear what she would outright dislike imo. but you can figure that she probably dislikes what she perceives to be naivety and people who are loud-mouthed and showy or otherwise close minded.
lae'zel and shadowheart so they r both similar and not.
every character follows a similar pattern. astarions conviction is killing his abuser. a life of enslavement and being taken advantage of gives him a specific dislike for acts of kindness - but its also shown that he cares a lot and is quite sensitive. when astarion loses his conviction, the other aspects of himself are more obvious. especially his nuances around the idea of goodness or kindness. essentially his dislike is not for kindness itself but for charity. his life experiences shape him in that he is always looking towards what gives him advantage and wants tav to act in a similar way.
but he doesn't actually dislike kindness in any way. what he hates more than that is being controlled. someone controlling and righteous both in personality and action probably irritate him. being righteous is not the same as being kind i should point out.
gale is unique in that his story revolves around finding new conviction almost to a point of obsession. his life experiences, specifically around being mystras chosen and a prodigy of magic, tend to prefer things that preserve knowledge or pragmatism. in general, i think gale could dislike someone who is ignorant and excessively unambitious / disorderly.
i can go on if u want. im very tired so i feel like im not making sense. my main point is that each character tends to have this main overarching thing that drives them. when that is taken away or enforced or smth like that - you get a chance to see a deeper and truer part of them. understanding what is compatible or incompatible with a character depends more on what stage of that their in and what parts of themselves they are crutching on most. in the case of bg3 these convictions are of great importance so when forming ocs you would want to take that into account and measure it out.
this is crazy long and kind of nonsensical. and took me an hour to write. im so sorry sfsdksd. if u want smth more direct pls ask me tmmrw morning lmao
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🔥 bg3 pls
taking full advantage of this bc it might be my last chance to talk about it but laezel is the best companion and romance in the game if you care about a meaningful character arc.
wyll and karlach are criminally underwritten, both have the set up to be interesting but dont have as much content as others
gale and halsin are both pretty one-dimensional, their romances are nice but neither of them really grow over the course of the narrative
i like astarion but find his plot soooo disconnected from then main story. also i think im the only one with this problem but when i romance him i never feel like he drops the manipulative act
shadowheart unfortunately suffers from too much character arc. if u like her in teh beginning of the story shes a radically different personality at the end, either in the selunite or shar direction
meanwhile laezel changes and grows without losing her originla personality, she's served good content and fits into the main quest, and because of the formal alien gith language she doesnt suffer from being as reddit as the other characters. MY OPINION
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