#tiefling kids bg3

[smolgloves]

Fairytales

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Summary: Freya gets help from a unique person

Tw: Mentions of death, grief, mishandling of a tiny, trafficking mention, and dehumanizing language

There were stories about beings as tiny as a borrower that Auntie Ara would tell, beings that lived in the feywilds where they could fly and use their magic to their heart's content, only venturing out to Faerun to cause mischief. It always seemed like a fairytale but Auntie insisted she was telling the truth; hells, even her father claimed the stories were true but she never believed them. That was until she was staring at a pixie who stood right before her.

The first thing Freya noticed was the curious look that the pixie had. Her silver eyes reminded her of a tranquil lake that reflected the moon's soft glow, a major contrast to her hair, which exhibited wild green dreadlocks that just brushed over her shoulders. Freya had heard this was a style meant to mimic gorgons but she had once heard Astarion and Shadowheart snicker to themselves once, claiming the look resembled a rat's nest.

As the pixie inched closer, Freya could see a comforting light radiating from her powder blue skin. Her skirt was like wilted rose petals, the color had been drained from time, Freya wondered if she had been stuck in the shadow cursed lands for some time now.

“What happened?” She asked.

“Oh, you just fell from the sky while I was relaxing by the lake; you're lucky I was there, otherwise you would have gone splat!" She giggled.

“You were just ‘hanging out’ by the lake, in these lands?”

“Why not? The shadow-curse doesn't affect me.” Despite her casual tone, a smirk formed upon her lips. “Unlike you, I don't need a shoddy ring to travel around here.”

Freya ignored the insult when she was reminded of the ring, her hands immediately began patting her hips, lifting up the brown shirt to only find a deep bruise wrapped around her waist. “What happened to the ring?”

“I threw it into the lake.”

“What?!” The aching pain in Freya's body was ignored as she jumped up to her feet. “I needed that!”

The pixie just rolled her silver eyes. “You wouldn't last a minute with that rusty excuse for jewelry, it barely had magic left in it.”

“It was better than nothing!” Freya snapped back, staring back at the pixies smug face that rivaled Astarion's only fueled her anger more. “Go get it, so I can find my group!”

“Group?” She bounced over to Freya with wide eyes. “There are more borrowers in the shadow cursed lands?”

“They're not borrowers, they're larger beings.” Freya huffed out.

“I thought your kind hid from the big ones?” The pixie stated. “How'd that come about?”

“It's a long story.”

That smile on her face only brightened. “You know, I know a place that they could be at. If you want, I could help you.”

Stories of pixies warn about making deals with them, to say Freya was suspicious was an understatement. “Why help me?”

“Call it an apology for throwing that ring in the lake. Besides, I'm curious about your group, perhaps you can tell me about them while we travel.”

“Alright, fine.” Freya could tell this pixie was hiding something, the last thing she wanted was a fey going near her friends, but what choice did she have. Right now, she would just keep her guard up and hope she can part ways with this fairy before she could do something.

“Great! We just need to get across the lake.” She yanked her by the arm and rushed towards the burrow’s exit before stopping. “By the way, what's your name?”

“Freya.”

“I'm Lilia, now stay close to me!”

~~~

There was probably no fairy tale in the world to prepare Freya how bloody annoying Lilia would be! She buzzed around her head like a mosquito; if it wasn't for her light, she would have attempted to swat her away! Why did she insist on flying?

“So let me get this straight,” Lilia hovered in front of the borrower, looking at her instead of keeping her guard up. “You're traveling with a bunch of big ones but they all have mind flayer parasites in them?”

“All but one.”

Lilia plopped down on the ground, giggling as she spoke. “Are you worried they'll turn and eat you?”

“At this point, no.” Freya replied as she continued to march past the pixie.

For the first time since meeting her, Lilia did not giggle like a schoolgirl, but instead let out a heavy sigh. “You do know that conversations aren't supposed to be so one sided?”

Stopping in her tracks, Freya whirled over to Lilia. “No offense, but I’m not very forthcoming to random fey that are living in cursed lands.”

Instead of lashing back, Lilia trotted over with a smirk on her face and a hushed tone in her voice. “Oh, that's what it is, you think I'm going to do something with your friends, gonna lead them to their dooms?” She threw back her head with a cackle. “Trust me, I have no intentions on dealing with soon-to-be thralls!”

“Good.” Was all Freya could say as she kept walking; the familiar sound of buzzing came behind her, Lilia was at her side in a flash.

“So tell me why a borrower and big ones are traversing through the shadowlands?”

Freya pinched the bridge of her nose; there was going to be no end to her questions. “They think they'll find a cure at Moonrise towers.”

The flutter of her wings took an immediate halt. “Moonrise?”

Freya studied the shocked expression on the pixie’s face. “Is there a problem with that?”

“Just that Moonrise is heavily guarded by the curse.” Lilia stated. “They would need more than magic and torches to get there.”

“All the more reason to get back to them.”

~~~~

“Here we are!” Lilia exclaimed.

A soft glow radiated from a quaint little inn, swallowing up the surrounding area, time had faded the brick building, yet it still stood tall amidst the world around it. As they entered the area, Freya felt the lingering curse slip away, it was like coming up for air after diving into water. They made their way down a rocky path, taking in the tranquil setting. That was until the sounds of sobs came shuffling their way.

Despite her travels with the larger beings, the borrower's instincts did not die easily; every nerve stood on end when the tremors shook the ground.

“Oh, Danis!” A woman's voice cried out.

Instead of sharing her fear, Lilia glanced over her relaxed shoulder to Freya. “One of yours?”

Absolutely not! Freya almost snapped out, but her words were replaced with actions, quickly shoving the pixie into a nearby bush as the woman wandered over.

Ducking into the Foliage, Freya was met with the wide eyed stare of Lilia. “By Titania's grace, what was-!” Was all she could get out before Freya practically slapped her hand over her mouth. She could feel her lip curl against her palm, as if she wanted to bite her but thankfully decided against it after Freya pulled her closer.

Her breath was still as the woman sobbed for this Danis, those steel eyes locked onto her, while her face was buried in her palms, Freya could make out black horns protruding out of her lightly colored hair. A tiefling, but something seemed familiar about her. She wouldn't have been one of the refugees would she? It didn't matter, she wasn't part of the group, she couldn't know about Freya.

Eventually, the crying woman wandered off; with the knot in her stomach becoming undone, Freya let out a sigh. Her shoulders relaxing, she was safe, for now.

Gossamer wings flicked against Freya's arm in an attempt to burst free, she glanced over to meet the glare of the pixie she still had locked in the most awkward hug of all the realms. With a sheepish grin, Freya loosened her grip, letting the pissed off fae break away.

“What was that about?”

“She wasn't the tiefling I know, trust me.”

“But maybe she could have helped you.” The look of pure disbelief plastered on her face.

Freya had to suppress a scoff that threatened to slip out of her mouth. “Look, if I don't know a larger being, I don't make myself known. Besides, that woman seemed to be dealing with her own problems, better to leave her be.”

Lilia's eyebrow raised up like Freya's reason was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard. Her mouth opened ready to argue until the tremors returned.

“Are you sure we should steal from Bex?” A child asked.

“Yeah Mol, she seems very upset.”

“Don't tell me you two are going soft!” Mol snapped. “Now’s the perfect time to strike while she cries over her lover.”

Okay, now that voice sounded really familiar. Freya stalked over to the edge of the bush to get a better look at the youthful voices. She saw three tiefling kids: A nervous one who bore a brown cap; a curly haired boy; and a little girl who had a bandage over her eye leading the pack.

“I know those kids!” Freya breathed out.

The pixie scampered over to Freya's sighed, a smile etched on her face. “Really?!”

“Well, not personally, but I know they were refugees that Tav helped out.” Her mind flooded with all sorts of scenarios, if the refugees were here then Freya can breathe a little easier knowing she isn't walking into a trap. Hope finally began to pump through her veins, if the refugees made it to this point then surely the others would stop here! Maybe they're already here!

“So if your friends helped them out they must be good.” Excitement laced Lilia's voice.

“Good enough to not be a major threat at least.” Freya corrected.

“Then you should ask them for help!”

“I don't think-!” Freya’s words were cut off with a hard shove to the back, thrusting her out of the safety of the bush and at the feet of the tiefling kids!

“What's this?” Mol snatched Freya up before she could scramble to her feet, keeping her arms pinned in a loose fist. No amount of squirming and fighting was going to get Freya out.

“What is that?” Asked the curly haired tiefling.

“It's one of them borrowers!” A wicked gleam caught Mol's eye. “Word says they're worth a few coin.”

“You can't!” Despite the futile attempt, Freya kept trying to break free. “I need to-!”

A red thumb pressed into the borrower's face, sealing off her protests. “Save the sob story for someone who cares, blondie.” She turned to her friends with a smirk. “We need to get back to Mattis, someone will buy a borrower here.”

As the children headed back to the building, Freya let out muffled screams that were a mix between calling out for help and cursing at the dimwitted pixie who got her into this mess!

[saturdaysky]

fun times at the Emerald Grove

featuring Mayhew, my gnome Tav who was a hit with the tiefling kids (perhaps because they don't have to look up to him heheheh)

I learned this run that the kids will SPRINT ACROSS THE GROVE to admire your bird familiar if you summon it there, which was cuter than words could describe

[taygra5shaon]

"AU meeting cute" between Jacq Durge and Gortash

just an idea about hypothetical first meeting between our beloveds chosen ones🌟

[ryuichifoxe]

Back from PopCon with con funk but, hey, I finally let myself have bg3 and this is my tav, Malphas.

[greseadraws]

also not sure if i ever posted this here but since larian studios isn't planning on making a bg4, future arabella and mol!

[beecreeper]

Wow Wyll I wonder if there’s a group of people who can relate to the feeling of being wrongly assumed to be evil and allied with the hells.

(I love Wyll so much but he is very silly for this)

[5mcsinatrenchcoat]

So Sam said in an interview that the perfect boring ending for Karlach would be owning a tavern and that lives in my head rent free.

Every now and again Mol tries to convince Karlach that she's tooootally big and cool enough to drink the strong adult stuff already. Regulars are making bets on how long it takes Mama K to cave.

[bareee]

If you thought I wasn’t going to doodle the dad with the actual kids in the game, how dare. I just took this long to figure out a way I was content at drawin’ Mirkon’s hair…I wanted to do so much detail that would kill me… So take a few of the kid doodles I managed to be happy with.

I’ll never be able to start an evil route in the game all cause of these fuzz balls, anything happen to babies a murder rampage with trigger that would never end.

Arabella and Mirkon are my absolute favorite,screw the companions(just kiddinnnn,maybe). I got so happy when Arabella stayed around more,and the moment Mirkon gave me his little story I died and it never left my inventory. Dad mode, just immediately, so proud. AHHHHHHHHHHH

[csphire]

Tiefling kids' horn headcannons

(Blame Dammon for this rare moment of baby fever and this comic.)

Horns don't emerge and break through the skin fully until around age two. The whole process is similar to teething, and it makes the little ones just as fussy and irritable.

A signal when it's about to start is the child starts to nussle and rub their forhead on anything and everything while grunting.

Do they cry in discomfort over this? Sometimes, yes, but most parents do all they can to soothe them. They use anything from numbing oils to cool compreses.

Some might start head butting things, mostly playfully too. This sometimes worrisome behavior usually goes away by age three once the irritated skin about their horns heals up and calms down.

If their horns are sharply pointed, and there is a high concern of potential injury to themselves, and/or more likely others, parent(s) may opt to file them to be a touch duller. Or if they can afford it, safety cap them. The caps can be made with a variety of materials, usually hollowed carved wood or bone, and wrapped with the utmost care to maintain their structural integrity and allow continued healthy horn growth.

These horn caps are often kept as mementos like humans will sometimes keep their child's first pair of shoes.

Their little horns need nearly daily care compared to adults and are more prone to infections about the base of them.

They also need to be taught to leave their horns alone or wash their hands first as it's dirty hands, which lead to these infections. If they can't behave themselves, parents may need to cap or wrap them until their child learns better self-control.

Sometimes, a child will chip a tip of one of their horns at some point. There is no large cause for alarm unless there is a crack that looks to be running down the base. The horns are carefully filled to match one another again. The chipped horn is wrapped and/or splinted sometimes for a week or so. This is usually in an overabundance of caution to give any cracks time to fully mend.

Any filling down is usually similar to the feel of filing down one's nails. It should not hurt but there can be a sensation of catching the quick if a horn is filled down too much. Larger chips may need more time to correct any imbalance because of this.

Sometimes, one horn can grow a little faster than the other. Although common, this can cause some anxiety in some parents. It can usually be easily corrected, with careful filling of the horn that's growing quicker.

Feel free to reblog and add some of your own ideas. Add some of them to your fics if you want too! <3

[moghedien]

It’s so funny that Jaheira straight up admits that she knew Isobel is Ketheric’s daughter the whole time while Isobel clearly doesn’t realize she knows. Because it 100% makes sense for Jaheira to know if she was around and fought Ketheric when he was Sharran and she says she went into the Thorm family mausoleum herself back when Isobel would still dead and buried in it.

And like right when you’re having trouble with undead and Shadow Curses and Ketheric again, a random half elf cleric of Selune named “Isobel” who refuses to give a last name comes to help and spends all her free time yelling at a bust of Ketheric and also just doesn’t know anything that happened in the last 100 years and won’t say where she came from, you might suspect something is going on there. It’s like so funny that Isobel would probably have heard of Jaheira’s history and still be like “no one suspects my secret…”

like she’s so bad at being discrete, you probably coulda guessed without knowing Ketheric had a daughter or being around 100 years ago and Isobel would never know everyone knew. Jaheira probably casually called her “Isobel Thorm” once or twice just to see if she would notice or react and Isobel never fucking did other than to be like “oh you need something, Jaheira?”

[deadrabbits]

Felt like drawing Arabella and my druid Tav

[shewolfofvilnius]

hey, casual reminder for people posting HCs, stories, etc. about the tiefling kiddos from Baldur's Gate 3. Although the pair don't particularly resemble each other strongly (each likely takes strongly after one parent), Mattis and Silfy are siblings. (The only reason they're split up in Act 3 is because Silfy somehow landed a job selling papers so she's allowed into the city to do the job)

Just like anything that addresses Rolan or Lia or Cal is likely to need to touch on the other two, it's the same with these two. It's why Mattis is so nice to you if you go easy on her. Just something to keep in mind if you do creative w the tiefling kids

[lavendarr00]

[tealfling]

Both Arabella and Karlach give an affectionate, "Hey, you." Greeting to Tav.

So now I'm just convinced there's an Internal phrase for close people you care about that translates to, "Hey, you." In common.

[necroticyuzu]

Whelp, I'm now done for real this time. I swear every time I'm about to post I keep seeing more stuff to either add or change but now I have to tie my fingers and just let this be done as it is.

Again Rolan I love you but why did you just have to be so darn extra for with that shoulder piece??? Yes you look stunning in it but it also makes you a pain in the arse to draw too you know!!

[gmalaart]

Mandias is a big scary Elder One warlock and they have a soft spot for kids