#werebear halsin

[soundlessroom]

A collection pile of Halsin's Family Adventures with Ceres. Pose from the last picture I am also a degen on patreon if you are interested in those picture. patreon.com/soundlessroom

You will find the single comics circulating from my old blog, so I appreciate it if you would reblog this version ♥

Under the cut, you find In Game Gifs of those babies:

[alpaca-clouds]

Another thought about Halsin

I really do love my friends, who - even without having played the game themselves so far - will indulge my hyperfixation with this game and these characters.

However, one of my friends has given me another brainworm regarding Halsin. And I got to share this one with you.

Said friend asked this: "Wait, from all you say Halsin will put his cock into every consenting hole. And the man is over 300 years old, rigth? And he does not have a single child? Is he infertile?"

My initiate reaction was: "Nooooooo!", but then I was: "Hmm, but is he?"

Because while the words are not quite used like that, when you ask him about family, it does sound as if there are no kids either. And while I will assume that there are some magical means of birth control in the Faerûn, but again... Halsin does seem to be someone who has slept with a lot of people, and has done so many times. And one would think that over the course of it at least two or three children would have been created.

And sure, given that it seems that a lot of his encounters might have been one night stands, you could make the argument that there are kids around that Halsin might not even know about. That would also be a possible explanation.

Admittedly, given that I am a firm believer in Werebear Halsin, there is the fact that it is not quite how werebear procreation works. We know that if the mother is a werebear then the kid is a werebear. We do not know whether a werebear father + a non-werebear mother would make werebear kids, or can even procreate at all. Because tbh, official lore is generally kinda random when it comes to "who can procreate with whom".

One way or another: It could make for a really sweet angst/whump, especially with some Halsin/Tav ships.

[revyn-moonfox]

Okay, come on, look at this picture I found when searching for Werebear on Pinterest and tell me that isn't just Halsin.

[roguegrove]

halsin has to be a werebear. i just made him reclass and he can still transform into the cave bear only.

he DOES need a wild shape charge but it’s curious that it’s still there. i happen to have that helmet that gives him an extra wild shape charge but when i remove that, the option to transform is still THERE just grayed out. that’s definitely something.

without and with the shapeshifter hat

[powdermelonkeg]

The Monster You're Told I Am

Rated: T

Fandom(s): Baldur's Gate 3, The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt

Ship: Halsin/Lambert

Summary:

The first time they meet, Lambert is on a hunt. Halsin doesn't know the silver sword's meant for his throat. He doesn't know the devil-eyed man can tell what he is at a glance. And he doesn't know, not until much later, that the witcher killed a man for him before the tenday's end.

[dr-demi-bee]

Bear fangs for Halsin may be my favorite completely superfluous mod. Werebear truther.

[thebawdybaldurian]

Halsin/Tav Week Day 5

This is a continuation of the werebear ficlet I wrote during the eclipse. I wanted to dip my toe into monster fucking and Tav and Halsin are the ideal pair to do it, especially once Tav shares his curse. They are ride or die from one another. The bondage is fairly mild because I don’t really write the pair in the BDSM realm and more of the primal/feral one and the cuckholding is consensual with their lover Astarion. Also, I blame this movie and my unsupervised childhood for this entire thing.

First werebear scene: Total Eclipse

Cuckholding/Bondage

Content and Warnings: PIV sex in a shared tent, involuntary transformation, werebear oral and PIV sex, rough sex, jerking off to werebear sex, were-blow job.

Tav, Halsin and Astarion arrived at Shadowheart’s farm a few days before the eclipse. They weren’t certain what help her father’s journal would be at solving the mystery of Halsin and now Tav’s memory loss during eclipses, but they were also eager to see their friend. The owlbear, no longer a cub, greeted them first, hooting happily from the hole of his large burrow. “Hootles! How are you?” Tav cast her Speak with Animals spell and ruffed his large feathers.

“I am wonderful, my friends. Shadowheart calls me Darkwing now,” the creature answered, nudging his beak against Halsin next.

“That makes more sense,” Tav laughed, as he was now a fully grown adult.

“Are you keeping out of trouble?” Halsin asked, also using his speaking spell.

“I ate a cow the other day that didn’t belong to us,” he lowered his head slightly. “She was a little upset about it.”

“Understandable,” Halsin nodded. “You should be hunting for wild things and not picking an easy meal.”

“I know,” Darkwing sighed, scratching his claws into the dirt. “But…I want to get big and strong…and find a mate.”

“Ahhh, I see,” Halsin grinned at Tav. “I can teach you a few things to get better at it.”

“You’re going to teach him how to mate?” Tav teased, widening her eyes.

“To hunt, Clataedre,” Halsin sighed, shaking his head with a grin.

“What’s the point of having a spell where only you can hear the animal you are speaking to? It’s like having a one-way conversation!” Astarion moaned from inside the covered carriage they’d travelled in.

“Sorry you are feeling left out,” Tav grinned, peeking inside.

“Is that Astarion?” Darkwing asked, buffeting his wings slightly. “Tell him hello.”

“He says hello,” Tav translated, climbing back into the carriage to give Astarion a kiss. “And that he’s looking for a mate.”

“Apparently everyone is these days,” Astarion teased, pulling her close.

Their kiss was interrupted by Scratch, who had bound out of the farmhouse and jumped straight into the carriage. “Hey there!” Tav rustled his fur as his tail slapped against the side of the carriage.

“It’s good to see you all!” Scratch nudged Astarion for more pets, which he happily obliged.

“It’s just a big, hairy and feathery reunion!” Astarion smiled.

“Speak for yourself,” Shadowheart replied from outside, her hair cut short for the moment.

“Another dramatic hair change?” Astarion joked, tossing his longer curls aside. “You haven’t switched Goddesses again, have you?”

“Just wanted to try something different,” she remarked, as her tiefling lover El joined her side.

“I think it looks nice,” Halsin remarked, finding a ball for Scratch and Darkwing to chase.

“Thank you!” Shadowheart ran her fingers through it. “Shall we go inside?”

The farmhouse was small, but fairly open, the group of five able to all squeeze in at the dinner table to chat. They talked about the past year since last seeing one another at Tav and Astarion’s wedding. They had dinner together and then Shadowheart let Tav and Halsin see her father’s journal, detailing his life as a lycanthrope. “Your father was able to control his transformations, with the blessing of Selune,” Halsin noted, looking over the neat handwriting. “Have you ever heard mention of only isolated transformations? Like only during eclipses?”

“Not that I can recall,” Shadowheart shook her head. “I’m still easing back into being a wandering cleric so my knowledge is limited. Why?”

“I have been experiencing memory lapses during eclipses for as long as I can remember. Last year, during the most recent one, Tav seemed to have the same. We had gone out for a picnic and awoke naked and unable to recall what we had done.”

“I told them it sounded like a perfectly normal afternoon for them,” Astarion smirked.

“What about the torn clothes?” Tav smacked his shoulder with a deep blush. “Yes, we sometime get a little too…amorous…but Halsin’s were almost completely torn to shreds.”

“Most lycanthropes lives’ are dictated by the cycles of the moon, perhaps yours has something to do with the sun as well. Or…something to do with your Druidic powers. I can only speculate at this point. We can certainly be sure in a few days, if either of you transforms.”

“Will that be safe?” Tav wondered. “For all of you? I know neither of us could forgive ourselves if we hurt everyone.”

“It might be wise to restrain you. Just in case.”

“Sounds kinky,” Astarion purred.

“Sounds like a good idea,” Tav smacked him playfully again. “And you can watch over us and report any changes.”

They began to make plans for the eclipse that would be occurring in a few days, setting up a spot in the back of the barn where they would be bound for the duration. Tav and Halsin grew more anxious and amorous as the day drew near, sneaking off into the woods several times each day to make love. On the day of the eclipse, Astarion awoke to find them quietly rutting beside him in their shared tent. “You two are insatiable,” he rolled onto his side, watching their bodies hump against one another.

“You’re welcome to join,” Halsin huffed, Tav’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

“I’m happy to watch,” Astarion purred, brushing some of Tav’s hair out of her face.

“Maybe…uhmmm…Shadowheart is onto…hhhhnnn…something with this…sun…and…moon thing,” Tav moaned, her eyes lolling as Halsin fucked her hard. “We’ve both been…fuck…so horny…the part few days.”

“Bestial,” Halsin growled, seizing her bottom lip between his teeth.

They finished quickly, groaning together during their shared climaxes. Astarion finally nuzzled in for some post-cum kisses, watching them both closely. “So you really think you might transform this afternoon?” he asked.

“Maybe,” Tav caught her breath, snuggling between the two of them as Halsin climbed off her. “Or maybe we just came so hard last time it reset our memories,” she laughed. “I know you two have sent me to another plane before with those amazing cocks.”

“You’ve certainly made me forget myself a time or two with that mouth of yours,” Astarion smirked.

“Oh…is that an invitation?” Tav grinned.

“Perhaps later,” Astarion smiled, nipping her ear between his teeth. “I intend to make sure you two are tied up nice and tight in a few hours.”

“Is that a promise?” She purred.

“Of course, my darling.”

They lazed in the tent for a while longer before getting up, each giving Astarion a little nip of blood before they headed to breakfast. They traded off swapping the magical rings that allowed Astarion to walk in the sun, transferring his affliction to the wearer of the matching ring who would be safely inside the farmhouse. Shadowheart gave Tav and Halsin small moonstone charms to wear around their necks, hoping that the gems would at least grant them some recall if they happened to transform. They did another ring swap as they headed to the barn before the eclipse, getting settled inside.

Astarion bound them each with a set of manacles, wondering if they were leftovers from Shadowheart’s days as a Sharran interrogator or for kinkier reasons. They were both sat around a thick post that was buried deep into the ground. “Comfortable?” He teased, adjusting the heavy blankets they were sitting upon.

“This robe is itchy,” Tav wiggled her body, trying to get the loose cloth off her skin. “We could’ve just gone naked if we are going to burst out of our clothes.”

“Naked and tied up might have been too much for me,” Astarion grinned, reaching under her robe to gently rub her skin.

“Can I please blow you now?” She grinned, closing her eyes as he relieved her itch.

“The eclipse will be starting soon enough,” he pinched her nipple playfully. “I don’t want you biting it off.”

“Thank you for watching over us,” Halsin smiled, rubbing his back against the post like a bear to relieve his own itchy skin.

“Of course, darling,” Astarion gave him a good rub as well.

He settled on a bale of hay across from them, opening a book to occupy the time. The sun began to dim slightly as the eclipse began, darkening the barn slightly. “It looks like it started,” he put the book down, looking the pair over. “Do you feel anything yet?”

“Just itchy…and horny,” she teased, shifting again to scratch herself. She and Halsin began to grow increasingly more uncomfortable, moving around a lot.

“It’s getting hot in here,” Halsin panted slightly, feeling sweat beginning to bead down his neck. “Could you open the barn door slightly…get the breeze in?”

“Sure,” Astarion got up, pulling the door open a little.

“Fuck!” Tav gasped suddenly, her body writhing and twisting like she was in the throes of a climax.

“My love…are you?” Astarion lingered by the door, watching them shift and groan.

“Gods!” Halsin growled, the hair on his arms seeming growing.

“Ahhhhh!” Tav growled back, her voice deeper now and her long, golden hair beginning to cover her entire body.

Astarion watched in horror and amazement as the pair transformed, their bodies growing and becoming well furred. Their voices were no longer comprehensible, coming out as only growls and roars. Their ears had curled into soft rounds atop thick heads covered in brown and golden fur. They had short muzzles full of sharp, angry looking teeth. They looked slightly confused, pulling at their manacles, making the post groan slightly. Astarion was worried they’d pull the entire barn down on top of them and quietly stepped out of the door, peering around it to continue watching them.

They calmed slightly when they discovered one another, chuffing and licking each other’s muzzles. The chuffing turned to growls as they licked and nibbled on one another, seeming growing more aroused. The golden werebear, who Astarion could only assume was Tav, began to shift slightly, sliding her manacled wrists up the post so she could seat herself in Halsin, the brown werebear’s, lap. “Dear Gods,” Astarion whispered to himself as they writhed against one another, a thick red cock slowly emerging from Halsin’s fur. Tav strained her thick neck to reach it with her long tongue, making Halsin roar with delight.

“Is everything alright?” Astarion head Shadowheart call from the house, the sky now quite dark.

He hid behind the door, hearing the werebears growl at the noise and waved her away. When he returned his gaze to them, Tav was riding Halsin at a furious pace, her thick, furry hips moving in a familiar way. As much as they had changed during the transformation, he still saw his wife and lover inside of the beasts, and found himself growing a little aroused at their feral lovemaking. Tav was as loud as ever, growling and roaring with each powerful thrust of her hips. Astarion began to gently rub himself, intently watching his bestial lovers going at it.

For Tav and Halsin, things seemed much different. They had each been confused after their transformations, finding themselves restrained and unable to recall how they gotten into this barn. Their last memories had been falling asleep in the woods with their beloved mate. “What’s happening?” Tav cried, struggling against the manacles, sniffing the air for any clues to her location.

“My heart, is that you?” Halsin peered around the post, seeing his beloved she-bear bound next to him.

“Halsin!” Tav roared, pressing her nose against him. “How did we get here?”

“I don’t know…it must be another eclipse…I…I’m so glad you’re still with me.”

“You’ll never be alone like this again,” she licked his face, nuzzling against him.

They kissed and nuzzled after their long separation, their ardor for one another quickly growing. “My beloved,” Tav panted, shifting around the post so she could straddle him. “I need you.”

“Come to me, my heart,” Halsin pulled at his manacles, trying to get free so he could ravage her.

She sunk against him, rubbing her sex against his and letting his musk fill the air. It only stirred them on further as his cock began to emerge, which she strained to lick hungrily. “Yes…my love…that feels so good,” Halsin whimpered, his jaw slavering to taste her. Before he could request to, they heard a distant shout, growling and turning in that direction. They could only see the empty barn around them, and soon resumed their lovemaking.

Tav lifted her hips slightly to mount his slick cock, eager to have him inside her. “Gods���you feel so good,” she cried, bouncing atop him with vigor.

“I need you more than anything,” he roared, straining against his manacles, finally snapping the chain between them and freeing his arms from the post. “I must taste you,” he lifted her hips off his cock for a moment, standing her up so he could nuzzle into her slick, hairy slit.

She roared loudly, straining against her own manacles to free herself. As she broke free, she pulled his face deeper into her cunt, demanding a climax from his tongue. He was more than happy to oblige his she-bear, licking up her sticky arousal with hunger. She dug her claws into the post as she came, leaving deep scratches in it. She ignored the quiet whimpers from beyond the barn door, focused only on her mate at the moment. She backed away from him, daring him to dominate her, letting out a challenging bellow. He crawled towards her, acting as if in supplication before pulling her down to the ground.

They wrestled and fought one another in a rough, but playful manner, their teeth gnashing into fur. Halsin eventually pinned her down from behind, mounting her again as she accepted her defeat with a hungry growl. “Fuck me like never before,” she moaned, digging her claws into the hard dirt floor. He obeyed his mate’s request, fucking her with such fury that she was scrabbling to keep her hands on the ground, digging deep into the dirt with each hard thrust. Through the musk of their lovemaking, she began to smell another scent, her eyes searching the barn for the source.

Astarion was quietly jerking off now, peeking through a crack in the door at his feral lovers primal fucking. They were wild and untamed, fighting one another for dominance. It was strangely beautiful to see them so unbothered by the rest of the world and solely focus on one another. “Shit!” Astarion tensed up when he caught the eerie purple eyes of Tav as Halsin fucked her hard from behind. He wasn’t sure if she could see him from the other side of the door, but she could certainly smell him. Her nostrils flared widely as Halsin continued to pound her, panting loudly. She began slowly edging towards him, pulling herself along with her claws. Halsin had been holding her back with his hands dug tightly into her hips. As he caught the familiar scent as well, he allowed her to move towards it, pushing them closer with each thrust.

Astarion had quietly shut and locked the door from the outside, hoping to keep them at bay once they’d freed themselves of their manacles. As they crept towards the door still tied in their amorous embrace, he found himself unable to run. He wasn’t sure if it was fear or lust that had frozen him in place, but he remained there as they reached the door. Tav clawed her hands up the door, sniffing through the wood to take in his scent. There was a hole in the door that she snaked her tongue through, desperately trying to taste the bead of pre-cum that lingered on Astarion’s cock. “Tav…is that you?” Astarion asked quietly, his cock held protectively in his hand. She made a low noise in her throat to indicate that it was, continuing to lick through the hole. “Are you trying to suck my cock?” He laughed, amused that even in this form, she was demanding of his cum.

She growled lowly, scratching desperately against her door. He slicked his hand over the dew of pre-cum, pressing his palm over the hole. She greedily licked it up, tickling his hand. “That’s my girl,” he laughed as she made a mournful noise, begging for more. “If I put my cock through this hole…are you going to be a good girl? Are you going to be gentle with me?”

She bellowed again, gently pawing the door. “What about Halsin?” He asked, peering through the crack to see him still fucking her, though agonizing slow. He growled in response, licking his lips.

“Dear Gods, the things I do for love,” he took in a deep breath, shifting to slip himself inside the hole. “Easy now,” he flinched as Tav licked him immediately, her tongue larger but still strangely familiar. “Oh fuck…even like this you are still amazing,” he moaned, sinking against the door as Halsin began to huff harder again. “That’s it…fuck her nice and hard for me,” he groaned, gripping tightly to the door.

Tav licked Astarion hungrily as Halsin fucked her, eager to come inside her and join her mouth at the door. “Ahhh…no teeth!” Astarion groaned as the feral pair reached their climax, bellowing loudly and leaving themselves panting for air. “Okay, a little teeth,” he grunted as he felt Halsin’s tongue join hers.

They worked in tandem to bring him to his own end, greedily licking up his cum as the eclipse waned and their forms began to shift back to their elven ones. Astarion opened the door and collapsed into the pile of sweat-drenched bodies, nuzzling against them.

“Mmmmm…Astarion? Is that you?” Tav murmured, beginning to come back to herself, but exhausted from the transformation and vigorous lovemaking.

“Hello, my she-bear,” he laughed, wondering if they ever remembered the last hour.

“Do I even want to know?” Shadowheart asked from beyond the door, the thick scent of sex creeping out of the barn.

“Probably not,” Astarion grinned, snuggling between his lovers.

[abyssalaerlocke]

Was curious what happens to Halsin's special cave bear wildshape, if he's not a druid, and if he keeps it, that would be a major point in werebear!Halsin's favour

Conclusion: he became a druid so he wouldn't have to wear a hat to unleash the beast inside

[plethomacademia]

how about Shadowheart and Halsin (maybe with Lae’zel?), something about scent

I think this one is going to be its own thing but I uh got obsessed with the idea of werebear Halsin eating out maybe werewolf(?) Shadowheart so here is part of it. Brace for this to be 1.2k on ao3 at some point probably :|

After jump bc it starts uh right in the thick of it.

Halsin tastes the wild in her when he drags the flat of his tongue along the seam of her cunt. He smells the beast underneath her skin when he buries his nose into the dark of his curls. He roots in it, nuzzles at the coarse hair to coax the scent of it from her, as if he is preparing for hibernation and this is what will sustain him. She puts her hands in his hair and drags his tongue higher and he follows her lead, lets her direct his tongue to her clit. She grinds against him and he pulls her hips to force her still, force her steady so he can take her clit between his lips and suck.

Shadowheart keens and it is almost a howl.

He has warned her before and she has seen it on the battlefield, when he loses control and slips into his bear form. She made a joke at the time, the same joke he always hears when he takes a new lover, how they can’t wait to see him unleashed, see him wild, see him feral. He watches for the same signs of it in her when he puts his fingers inside her, he keeps his nose close in case her scent changes when he feels her shudder against his mouth. When he crawls up her body and begins the process of acclimating her body to his oversized cock, he watches her eyes, watches her face.

He is not sure if it is a trick of the light, but he imagines her green eyes turning yellow.

[themindarchive]

Of Bear Claws and Wolf Fangs

Of Bear Claws and Wolf fangs is a fanfic about My main Tav RazzikelxHalsin in a Lycanthrope AU that takes inspiration from popular head cannons in Halsin Truther spaces and lesser known DND lore.

I have the first chapter all but finished and this post is to help me keep the info straight because ADHD.

This fanfic takes a more twilightish spin on the werecreature lore where those born(Lycans) instead of turned (The Cursed Ones) have a base animal form(Bear, Wolf, Elk etc.) that they can turn into whenever they want and some of that base forms abilities bleed into their natural abilities regardless of which form they're in.

And for some more powerful variants such as those crafted by deities like Silvanus, Milikki, or Selune, they can take on a pseudo form that allows them to borrow other traits they normally only have access to in their primal form. A power best used only for emergencies because of the chance they may go feral if they loose concentration.

In this AU My Tav Razzikel (In game a body type 4, seladrine drow beast tamer ranger/circle of the moondruid) is a Wolf of Selune, a Lythari half drow who was born with the ability to shape shift into a Owl Bear sized Black Wolf that became one of Mielikki's chosen Rangers to take the place of his mother whom had retired.

Halsin in this AU is a Bear Lycan who, unkown to him, is favored by Silvanus due to his bond with Thaniel, Silvanus's son. (A popular headcannon in Halsin Truther spaces.) His status of favored is what allows him to eventually free Thaniel from the shadow cursed lands and bond with Razzikel's family in their younger years because of his connection with nature.

Halsin and Razzikel meet each other about 20ish years after he escapes the underdark, due to Thaniel calling for Halsins help to save another Lycan who is lost, afraid and stuck in a cave injured and sick with no memory of how he got there.

This meeting sparks a 150 year long friendship pregame filled with laughter, heartache, mutual pining, one steamy night before the Shadow Curse fell, and learning the hard lesson of not knowing what you had until you thought you had lost it.

Then, during the game, once Razzikel goes on a warpath to get him back from the goblins and the two men have a fairly emotional reunion, old sparks begin to fly and they can't deny any longer what they have always wanted.

And once the Shadow Curse is lifted, there is not hesitation and as soon as the opportunity arises they seize it, claiming each other as nature and a few meddlesome gods intended.

[caffinedragon]

At Last! Chapter 2 is up!

Brought to you by: Trauma Bonding(past), Halsin enabling Razzikel infodumping at him, sudden "outfit" change, thirst,emotional confusion, platonic snuggles, sharing of some goods news, and Guest Starring Dame Aylin as Razzikel's adopted sister.

[soundlessroom]

"Why didn't you told me you knew before I knew?" "It was not that easy. " "Oh, my cute, little strawberry."

Halsin knew before Ceres what was going on, if you think it was easy for him to tell them. No. It was not. He was flummoxing all around. Also yes, Halsin is their strawberry

Pose on pinterest, reverse google images did not show the artist :<

[alpaca-clouds]

You know, I will endlessly rage on the topic of how BG3 does allow for so many ways to play the game - but not for a fullon pacifist run. You know, speaking as someone who often plays pacifist TTRPG characters. But I do understand that the game does not want to keep like 50% of its game mechanics from you - meaning all the battle mechanics and stuff. I still wish that at least some of the boss battles could be avoided through negotiations, but I understand that a fullon pacifist run is just not something that a video game intends to offer.

However... There really is one combat encounter that I just... It drives me nuts so much. And that is the "rescue Halsin" encounter in the first Act. Like, I get the entire discussion we can have on the topic of "Goblins are evil, and hence killing goblins is fine". It is not a believe that I subscribe to.

But really, my main issue in that encounter is... The goblin kids. I recently tried literally everything in my Durge run to avoid killing the goblin kids. Were they cruel to Halsin? Yes. But they are bloody kids. If you grew up rurally there is a good chance that you have at some point seen some kids throwing rocks at an injured animal. And responsible adults will reprement them, but they will not KILL THEM (hopefully)!

When I did my first Tav run, I had used up my daily charge for mind control, so I was forced into that fight either way. But now with my Durge I mind controlled the goblins and went like: "Hey, I am a True Soul, let that bear go." And they did. Only for Halsin go: "It's murder time!"

And while I can tell my team to use non-lethal damage in that fight... Yeah, Halsin is just gonna murder. And given he is closer to those kids, they will most likely die. After trying for basically ever, I managed to block Halsin from going after those two kids, and let them run. They left the room and are now gone. (No, they did not raise an alarm.)

And I am sitting there: "Halsin, you are supposed to be a good guy. Can we not at the very least agree on not murdering any children, whatever species they might belong to?"

Sure, it kinda makes sense under the idea that Halsin is a werebear. And as a werebear, sure, he might be a bit murdery when angry. But...

[revyn-moonfox]

Booyah! Halsin. I knew it. Love our autistic poly werebear. Just like me fr.

hmmmm i made a quiz y'all should take it and tell me what you got in this poll

reblog for reach!

[notrapsplease]

Werebear Halsin Headcanon

I have seen a couple other posts going around about werebear Halsin and wanted to make my own with some of my thoughts/evidence because I have been a werebear truther since I first saw the beefy elf daddy.

This doesn't really have spoilers in it, but I do touch on a couple plot points from the game. Fair warning! I also pull a lot from D&D itself, specifically 5th edition since that's what BG3 is built on.

This ended up being long, so I split it into a few different categories, they are in no particular order:

Quite large for an elf

We all know, Halsin is big. Large even. In D&D, elves are described as being slender and slight. Even if they are athletic they are not muscular and are lighter than other races of the same size (as in a 5'5" human will weigh more than a 5'5" elf). They are a little shorter than humans on average.

This puts Halsin well outside the usual elf physiology. When this is addressed in game, Halsin says perhaps he has some orc ancestry or "conventional wisdom is too narrow about what someone can or cannot be" (beautiful sentiment Halsin, you're still big).

Being a werebear offers a simple explanation for his unusual size. Werebear in D&D are described as being large and muscular, even in their humanoid form.

It's a "Wildshape"

Sure buddy.

Halsin's bear form is explained away as one of his druid wildshapes, but there are a couple things that don't line up.

First is the UI itself. Halsin’s bear form is separate from wildshape. It’s in the general abilities section not the class features. This might be just for programming reasons, but I still think it’s interesting.

Second and more incriminating, Halsin stays in bear form for too long. ACT 1 Spoilers: When you find Halsin in the Goblin Camp, the Goblins don't know he's a dude, they just think he's a bear. Even if in the stories timeline you're supposed to reach him the same day as when he was kidnapped, that's still a long time to maintain a wildshape. As per DND 5e rules: "You can stay in a beast shape for a number of hours equal to half your druid level (rounded down)."

So even if Halsin is STARTING as a max BG3 level druid at level 12, he should only maintain wildshape for 6 hours. Even as a Circle of the Moon druid, the time doesn't increase.

"I...lost the run of myself"

Related to the idea that Halsin's bear form is a wildshape, I need to touch on the parts of the game that indicate Halsin can lose control of his bear form.

My main piece of evidence here is that wildshape in D&D has no indication that you lose any control of your impulses. In fact, wildshape describes the opposite: "Your game statistics are replaced by the statistics of the beast, but you retain your alignment, personality, and Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma scores."

The fact you retain your mental stats mean you are in total control. There is no mental difference between a druid in wildshape and a druid in their humanoid form. To be in wildshape is a CHOICE the druid makes.

This is in contrast to spells like Polymorph which indicate that you lose your mental stats AS WELL as your physical ones: "The target's game statistics, including mental ability scores, are replaced by the statistics of the chosen beast. It retains its alignment and personality."

I bring that up just to showcase that D&D does have that distinction, if wildshape was meant to be something that you could lose control of, or let the beast take over, they would have written it that way.

ACT 3 spoilers: This idea that he can be made to lose control is also hinted at if Orin kidnaps him from your camp. Orin's dialogue from the kidnapped victim usually indicates a deep-seated fear the victim has, or their worst case scenario. Having kidnapped Halsin describe himself losing control indicates to me that it's his biggest fear. Which makes sense as a werebear, as a druid…not so much.

In contrast to wildshape, which is a voluntary choice the druid makes, being a werebear is a curse. Halsin is obviously in good control of his werebear self (I discuss this later on), but it is still a curse and can affect him negatively, especially in impulse and instinct.

Alignment: Neutral Good

Now I've got to talk about the werebear curse a little more. And D&D lycanthropy in general.

When someone is afflicted with the curse and resists it, they maintain their normal alignment but struggle to contain the beast. If an afflicted person chooses to accept the beast they gain more control over their bestial form, but lose their alignment to the alignment of the kind of lycanthrope they are.

Both Halsin and the canon D&D werebear are Neutral Good. Which means Werebear Halsin is in alignment with his bestial side, offering some manner of control over his transformations.

Only you can prevent shadow curses.

Werebear are described as being lone hermits who guard their territories fiercely, protecting their habitat, and the flora and the fauna from any threat. Sounds like a werebear might get really obsessive trying to rid his territory of, say, a Shadow curse.

Halsin and Thaniel's relationship makes a lot more sense if Halsin is a werebear. They met when Halsin was a child, so Halsin wouldn't have been a druid yet. In D&D druids are a learned class, more like clerics. Certainly Halsin could been a child in touch with nature, but why did Thaniel single him out?

If Halsin was a werebear though, he would have already had a natural desire to protect the land, the land being personified as Thaniel.

The werebear curse is described in D&D as usually being passed on voluntarily, as in a werebear chooses who they want to bite, either a companion or an apprentice. Werefolk curses also pass through bloodlines (as in you can be born a werefolk). The general consensus is if you are born a werefolk you will naturally align with the curse's alignment so you will innately be in more control then a bitten werefolk. We already know Halsin is Neutral Good, like werebears usually are.

This is a more headcanon-y part, but I think Halsin’s family were probably all werebear, or at least one of his parents was and from a lineage that had a history protecting the land Halsin grew up on. Knowing that Halsin's family all passed away, this could also indicate why Thaniel singled him out, maybe Halsin was the last in the werebear lineage that had chosen to defend the land Thaniel personified.

Either way, Halsin and the werebear align in the desire to protect natural spaces, and Halsin's obsession with the shadow curse could stem from that innate desire.

This isn't my first time recruiting a werefolk druid

This is meta evidence, but I'm including it. In BG2 there is a druid named Cernd and he’s a werewolf! What does this have to do with Halsin? Not a lot, but it shows that having a companion who is a werewolf is established in the universe. Cernd also establishes that being a druid helps to control a werecreature curse. Cernd isn’t feral and has greater control over his werewolfism because of his abilities as a druid. Also Cernd has magic items that are from High Forest. If that sounds familiar, it's where Halsin says his family is buried. idk the connection but it's interesting.

Final thoughts

I think that's all?? I also want to talk about why I think the Werebear curse wasn't brought up in game.

One of the other posts I saw suggested that the reason it’s not brought up in game is Halsin doesn’t know he's a werebear. I get that, I can totally see that, but I don’t think that does Halsin justice. Halsin may be a beefy boy, but he isn't oblivious. There is no way Halsin has lived for 350 years and hasn’t realized he’s a werebear. 350 years is a long time not to bite anyone.

I think the more likely explanation in game is simply that it never comes up. Halsin is in control (mostly) and not worried about it. He is also not used to having people who care for him (this is a huge part of his characterization in game), and probably has had to keep the fact that he is a werebear relatively secret throughout his life.

From a meta perspective, I think it was cut for time and content. We KNOW that a lot of his content was cut already (Sorrow, anyone?). There is also the fact that originally one of the other origin characters was going to be a werewolf, so they may have decided to ease back on Halsin being a werebear so she would be more unique. Then she ceased to exist anyway. Personally I think they should have included some dialogue about it somewhere, especially after deciding not to have the werewolf companion. I genuinely can’t FATHOM that werebear Halsin wasn’t the plan all along, regardless of if they decided to cut it. Alright I'm done. Werebear believers unite!

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Total Eclipse: Another Halsin Hunt Drabble

I just wanted to thank everyone for the tips, comments, likes, and reblogs on my Halsin Hunt drabbles. It encourages me to write more when I can find the time! It wasn’t ever something I delved into before playing Baldur’s Gate 3, but my Tav and I fell hard for our favorite bear elf. It has been very fun expanding my writing into things I didn’t know I was interested in. This drabble is my first to ever get into beast/monster fucking territory and will probably be the limit to how explicit I get with any future ones. I hope you enjoy!

Content and Warnings: involuntary transformation, loss of speech and normal thinking, predator/prey kink, use of spells for control of a wild creature, use of restraints, arousal as a were-creature, humanoid sex (oral, PIV) with a were-creature, curse/disease transfer, were x were sex, memory loss.

The eclipse had been the talk of the city for nearly a tenday, with astronomers reassuring the public that everything was normal and as predicated to be. Meanwhile, rabble rousers and con-men had been selling stories and snake-oil cures for all the ills that were supposedly about to occur once the moon, Selune, blocked out the sun from High Sun to Waterclock. Most level-headed people knew better than to be fearful of the natural phenomenon, but Halsin still found himself anxious the day of the eclipse.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d witnessed one. He was in touch with the natural world enough to know that he would notice one occurring, so the only other explanation was isolated memory loss. He wasn’t yet considered middle aged by elven standards, so that seemed just as unusual. Tav had noticed his anxiousness, asking if he wanted to go for a walk in the park to take his mind off things. She’d promised him a quiet picnic and put on a very sultry sun dress to entice him out of the house, which he finally accepted. Tav put together a small basket and they strolled arm in arm towards the park. “It should be starting anytime now,” Tav noted as the bells of the High Sun hour rang through the city.

The park was fairly crowded for this time of day, many people taking off work to observe the phenomenon with torches and lanterns ready to light. Tav and Halsin took one of the less crowded, wooded paths, keeping an eye out for a nice spot to have their picnic. As the tiniest sliver of Selune peeked beyond the edge of the sun, Halsin felt a terrible pang in his side, doubling him over. “What is it? Are you alright?” Tav stopped at his side, setting down their picnic basket to touch his back in comfort.

“I don’t…know…” Halsin groaned, fighting against the pain, his mind suddenly becoming less clear. His feet began to ache, feeling like he’d been wearing boots two sizes too small. He watched as the leather swelled and then burst open, exposing his feet that had become unusually large and much hairier. “No…it can’t be,” he grunted, feeling the pressure beginning to grow in his leather pants as well.

“What is it?” Tav asked, not yet noticing his feet.

“My heart,” Halsin struggled to speak, finding it difficult to even form the words in his mind. “I need you to run…get as…far away…as you can…please…”

“What’s happening?” She asked, grabbing his face to look directly at him.

“Please,” Halsin begged, gripping a hand tightly against the shoulder of her sun dress. He tore it between his fingers, his eyes widening and changing color. “Go…now!” He growled.

She could see that this wasn’t just an involuntary wildshaping, but something more. She slowly backed away, turning to run in a full sprint when she heard a blood-curdling growl escape his lips. She ran along the path for a while, shouting at anyone in front of her to get away and hide. She eventually ducked into the scrubby woods the park had been built around, stumbling over the detritus to get further away. Her heart was pounding and she didn’t notice the low lying branch until she smacked her head into it, not quite rendering her unconscious, but putting her straight on her ass in a daze.

Halsin had completed his transformation, his leather pants split clean off his body and his long robes torn and bulging around his thick, hairy frame. He barely knew who he was and could no longer speak, grunting and growling as he looked himself over. The uniqueness of his particular werebear affliction meant he would only fully transform during eclipses and not full moons. He could recall this happening before, but even those memories were scattered. He sniffed the air loudly, his snout able to take in all the scents around him. He smashed open the picnic basket at his feet, devouring the contents in seconds, yet felt no satisfaction at all. It wasn’t the food that he desired, but the one who had made it. “Clataedre,” his voice came out as only a growl. His mate, his beloved, his heart. He’d never had a mate when all the other transformations had occurred and he knew he wanted nothing else but her.

He could smell her scent in the air, mixed among the other humanoids that had been on the path. He began stalking towards it, chuffing the air loudly to keep her smell perpetually in his nose. Those on the path beyond that had ignored Tav’s warnings received snarls and growls from the were-creature, scattering them into the woods. He followed her trail when it diverged into the woods, finding a torn piece of her dress on a branch. He pressed it to his nose, huffing it loudly and filling him with even more lust. He could feel his cock stirring in its sheath, needing to bury it inside her. He scratched madly at a tree, trying to temper his desires and continued on towards her scent.

Tav heard the distant screams of others on the path as Halsin encountered them and finally got to her feet. She was still dazed and a little dizzy, a small knot forming on her forehead. She stumbled forward, hearing the loud footfalls of Halsin approaching her. When she turned to look at him, she expected something similar to the partial shifted form she’d experienced before: sharp teeth, long nails, and a little more hair. She gasped when she saw he had completely transformed into a bear-like humanoid, nearly unrecognizable aside from his torn robes. She froze in fear as he stalked towards her, slaver covering his maw, his eyes focused solely on her. She did the only thing she could think of, holding up her hands and casting a Hold Person spell on him. It had no effect and he continued to stalk towards her, growling lowly.

“Shit!” She swore, trying to think. She didn’t want to hurt him, but she was afraid of the hungry look in his eyes. She tried again, casting Hold Monster on him instead, stopping him in his tracks. He was frozen in place, his wide chest still bellowing as she cautiously approached him. “Halsin…my love…is…that you?” She tried to search for any signs of her lover aside from his clothes.

He growled lowly in response, unable to answer any other way. “Are you able to talk? Do you know who I am?”

He chuffed loudly, unable to nod. “Oh, my bear…how did this happen?” She asked, hesitating for a moment, but reaching beyond the barrier of the spell to touch his well-furred face. His chest heaved excitedly as the spell began to slowly wane. “I can’t hold this spell for long…” she pulled her hand back. “Am I safe to be around you like this?”

He made a low grunt, but she could still see the intense hunger in his eyes. She knew he would never forgive himself if he hurt her in this form, even if it was beyond his control. “I’m sorry I have to do this,” she held up her hands again, preparing to cast another spell. “But it is to keep both of us safe.”

Halsin felt the insatiable lust for her shifting into total obedience to her as she cast a Dominate Monster spell on him. He had control of his body again, but he stood still, awaiting her command. “Sit against that tree,” she finally instructed, pointing towards a thick oak nearby.

He obeyed, settling down against it and looking up at her, awaiting her next command. “This only lasts for an hour and I might not be able to conjure another one,” she looked around for something to bind him with.

He watched as she began pulling a thick, sturdy vine off a tree, the sweat from her exertion filling his nose. His cock swelled in its sheath, his desire for her growing even more as she began to tie him to the tree. She had to straddle him to get the vines secured around his wrists, his cock slowly emerging and tenting against his tattered robes. She noticed it when she’d finished the bindings, looking down at it with a deep blush. “Halsin!” She gasped, climbing to her feet. He whined apologetically, turning his wild eyes away from her.

Her curiosity was too much and she used a small branch to move his robes aside. He was even bigger than in his humanoid form, nearly the size of her forearm, slick and red from excitement. She clutched a hand to her mouth, feeling the slightest tingle of arousal between her legs. She could see bits of her lover in the were-beast before her, the lustful hunger in his eyes still tempered with love. He hadn’t fought any of her spells either, willing to accept whatever she needed to do to feel safe around him. She sunk down against him again, straddling him just behind his enormous erection. She touched his face again, gently caressing his soft, thick fur. “It’s still you inside there…isn’t it?” She looked into his eyes.

He whined softly again, nuzzling against her arm and giving her a gentle lick. She pressed her head against his, closing her eyes and considering all the thoughts racing in her head. She finally let out a long sigh and looked at him again, finding the woods had darkened significantly as the eclipse continued on towards totality. “I can’t believe I’m going to ask this,” she blushed deeply and glanced down at his enormous cock. “Do you…think it would help…calm you down…if I…?” She cast a Grease spell into her palm and gently touched his pulsing excitement. He heaved against her, straining his vine restraints with an excited growl. “Easy now,” she whispered, slowly stroking him, her hand unable to wrap completely around him.

He panted lowly, closing his eyes and letting the sensations of her hands overtake and calm his intense lust. He heard her begin to whimper softly, opening his eyes to find her stimulating herself with one of her hands. She blushed shyly when he caught her, her slick hand reaching up to pull the other shoulder of her dress down. He craned his thick neck to pull her dress down with his teeth, exposing her breasts. She giggled softly as his tongue slipped across her nipples, making them as stiff as he was. “I figured we’d get up to something,” she cooed softly, stopping her stroking for a moment to pull her dress completely over her head. “Just not like this.”

She’d skipped the panties, her slick, pink cunt now fully exposed to him. His body vibrated with excitement, straining against his bindings again. “Can you contain yourself?” She asked, rising up to her feet again, her delta teasing close to his drooling mouth. He nodded his head, nuzzling his wet nose against her and taking a gentle lick of her arousal. She let out a confused moan, the sensation completely different from anything she’d ever experienced before, but with some sense of familiarity. Her humanoid Halsin’s tongue was there almost everyday, always eager for a taste of her. His were-tongue felt different, but moved in much the same manner, knowing exactly how she liked to be eaten out. “Oh…” she steadied herself against the tree, her knees weakening from his vigorous laps. His excited breaths vibrated against her, making her climax within minutes. “Fuck!” She cried out, gripping a handful of his thick fur.

It was strange to look down at Halsin’s happy face, so completely different than his normal form, but felt just as much love for this one. She sunk back down against him, giggling and nuzzling his face against hers. “I love you,” she sighed, looking into the same gentle eyes of her beloved. “Even if you can’t tell me it back in this form.” He made a low noise in his throat, his only way to indicate he felt the same. “At least this kind of explains never remembering any eclipses,” she leaned against his wide chest, her hands slowly returning to his excited cock. “So you won’t remember any of this?”

He shrugged his shoulders, unsure either way. “Hmmmm,” she bit her lip, glancing down at his engorged cock. “I guess we should try it all…just case.”

She rose up again, into a squat, hovering over his cock as his breath quickened again. “I won’t be able to take it all…but I’ll take all that I can,” she smiled lovingly at him. She let out a soft cry as his thick head pushed past her entrance, splitting her widely. “Fuck!” She squeaked, her legs trembling as each slick inch creeped inside her. She had only gotten halfway down before she had to stop. “You’re so…hard,” she squirmed, feeling some extra rigidity as she slowly began to ride his shaft. She’d once curiously looked up bear anatomy in a book and discovered they had an extra floating bone in their penises. She could only guess this was what she was feeling.

Halsin growled and panted with her, breaking free of his restraints and used his enormous hands to help alleviate some of the strain on her knees. She rode him a little faster, tipping her head back as his baculum pressed against her g-spot. Normally her loud moans became high pitched as she edged closer to climax, but they began to go deeper this time. She closed her eyes, feeling an intense pleasure that began to cloud her mind. She nearly forgot who she was, feeling as if her body was completely changing. “Clataedre…my love, you feel so amazing!” She heard Halsin cry, though they weren’t words she heard in her ears, but growls she could understand.

She opened her eyes, seeing that the hand she was gripping tightly into his chest fur was now larger and covered in its own golden fur. As she cried out for him, slowing her hips, only a growl emerged from her throat. His eyes opened widely as he took in the beautiful were-bear now slowly riding him. “My love!” He growled loudly, holding her hips tightly against him, now able to take his entire length easily. “The curse…it has…passed to you. I’m so sorry…I had no idea it could be spread like this.”

She looked down at her strange new body, her soft caramel fur a contrast to his dark brown. She reached up to her face, finding it elongated and well-furred. “How?” She continued to explore her new form, circling her thick fingers around her ears.

“I don’t know,” he shook his head. “I have no idea how I was initially infected or why I can never remember anything…perhaps it was the she-bear that gave with me my scar?”

“So…this is going to happen…every eclipse now? And neither of us will have any idea?” She stroked her hands down her voluptuous, hairy frame.

“I believe so,” he nodded, looking down at the ground with deep regret. She reached for his face and made him look at her again, her unusual purple eyes looking deeply into his.

“At least I have you…to share this secret with,” she nuzzled against him, her tongue gently licking his nose.

She began to move hips slowly again, tearing the rest of his robes off him. He growled loudly in response, rolling her onto her back and pressing hard against her. She growled back, playfully biting his neck as he thrust hard into her. He no longer had to hold anything back, pounding her with primal fury that she happily accepted or gave back when she moved on top of him.

They fucked and wrestled along the forest floor as the eclipse reached complete totality and their boisterous growls echoed across the entire park. Their bodies were so different, but they still remembered every special place the other favored. They were careful with their teeth and claws, though Halsin left an overly exuberant scar across the small of her back while taking her from behind. They cycled through a myriad of positions, their strong muscles allowing them total freedom. If anyone had dared to inquire about the panting growls and whimpers of the woods, they would’ve observed quite the scene.

They fell against one another in a final, boisterous fury of musky fur, their bodies going still after a series of loud roars that caused several eclipse watchers to exit the park. They cleaned and nibbled each other’s fur, settling against the detritus of the forest floor in a quiet doze. They awoke when the sky brightened again, the eclipse concluded. Their elven forms had returned and their naked bodies lay tangled together. “Ughhh, how did we get here?” Tav looked around, confused at her lack of memory. They’d gone into the park for a picnic and now they were both nude in the woods, throughly exhausted and sore from exertion.

“I haven’t the slightest idea,” Halsin shifted a little, equally confused.

“It must have been one Hells of a climax,” she grinned as they pulled their sticky genitals apart.

“Aren’t they always?” He chuckled, pulling her close again and rubbing her back. He knew her body so well that he instantly recognized the new scar that his thumb passed over. “What’s this?” He asked, looking over her shoulder to peek at it.

“Mmmm, it’s a little sore there,” she hissed, sitting up slowly and feeling the raised, pink scar. “I must’ve scraped it on something.”

“Perhaps something about the eclipse made us a little more untamed,” he smiled, sitting up and brushing leaves out of her wildly messy hair.

“I wish I could remember it then. It must have been downright beastly to make us both forget,” she laughed, smoothing his hair as well. “Any idea where our clothes are?”

“I think I see something over there,” he looked around, seeing something roughly twenty feet away from them. Their forgotten lovemaking and wrestling had taken them that far away.

He helped her to her feet, pulling leaves and other debris off their bodies as they ambled towards their clothes. “Dear Gods!” Tav exclaimed as Halsin picked up his robe that had been torn in half. Her dress was only ripped at the shoulder and had a few tears, but it was still as shocking to find. “We didn’t accidentally drug ourselves with something again, did we?”

“I’m not sure,” Halsin shook his head. “I can’t even remember what you made for our picnic and I have no idea what happened to my pants.”

His robe was beyond saving, leaving him no choice but to wild shape for their walk back home, so he wasn’t completely naked. Tav was able to tie the shoulder of her dress back together, gently scratching Halsin’s ear after he wild shaped into his bear form. “You know,” she bent down slightly to kiss his snout. “I never realized how handsome you still are as a bear…it’s like you’re…more familiar now suddenly…strange,” she shook her head, a hidden memory gnawing at her mind but unable to come to the surface. He nuzzled against her, letting out a happy, low growl as they began the walk home.