#Ikaron

[turquoiseoverthesea]

[scaredyspooks]

BG3 Kinktober 2024

Because I'm a perverted conduit that the void speaks through, I'm doing a Baldur's Gate 3 themed kinktober this year on here and AO3. As I publish the fics I'll be updating this list with links to them, and so y'all can gauge your interest here's the list!

Astarion (spawn) - roleplay - what's an innocent magistrate to do when his assistant propositions him when they're staying late at work?

Gale - pegging - growing bored of the wizard's endless accounts of how he and his goddess' bodies once intertwined, you notice there's one pleasure she never showed him.

Shadowheart - sensory depravation - life's greatest pleasures can be found in loss and darkness.

Lae'Zel - leather - peeling the leathers from your lover's body are one of the greatest rewards of battle.

Wyll - chastity - just because he wants to take things slow, doesn't mean you can't torment him a little.

Karlach - temperature play - attempts to cool her down end up having an interesting result.

Minthara - bondage - an interrogation goes south as you try to get to the bottom of the Absolute's cult.

Halsin - olfactophilia - after almost a tenday of not having time to bathe you head to the river, only be blocked off by a large elf.

Mizora - public - shrouded in the cloak of the hells atop a secluded pedestal, only to find it is in fact a stage.

Rolan - electro - someone's ego boost at getting a new tower has him coming out of his shell.

Zevlor - glory hole - the commander and the cleric need a release, things get interesting when the stranger behind the wall ends up being far too familiar.

Ikaron - semi-public - tensions are high in The Hollow, but you think you can help.

Raphael - naked platter - the devil has made a patisserie of you for his guests, though they seem to fade from existence as he grows distracted by the meal he's making of you.

Haarlep - size difference - the succubus is shocked that you want to see their true form, turns out they're a lot bigger than their master.

Rugan - impact play - the Zhentarim seeks to punish you for trying to skip out on your deal, he doesn't get very far.

Gortash - power play - your relationship has always been somewhat of a dance, one that you're determined to lead.

Dammon - edging - the forge's flames illuminate more than the smith realises, but you're happy to "help" once things quieten down.

The Emperor - hypnosis - the ilithid believes he can still get through to you, with one last attempt.

Aradin - hate fuck - your competitor, the thorn in your side, but damn if he doesn't have good stamina.

Abdirak - sado-masochism - two priests of Loviatar aid in each other's prayer.

He Who Was - free use - his ability to travel the shadowcursed lands unhindered has him popping up everywhere, making you pay for his insatiable desires.

Lia - wax play - after the first few drops, it's hard to tell what's blush and what's burn among the giggles in the Elfsong.

Cal - play fighting - a little extra training won't do any harm, though the proximity may prove... challenging.

Gale - findom - what starts as a simple shopping trip to Sorcerous Sundries takes a turn as you drag the wizard to more and more shops.

Astarion (ascended) - biting/marking - your last night as a mortal will be one to remember.

Shadowheart - human furniture - god's favourite princess needs a throne.

Wyll - roleplay - the son of a duke has a duty to mingle at these important events, though it usually shouldn't lead him to a cupboard with a handsome stranger.

Lae'Zel - predator/prey - your heart races, your breathing to quick to catch, and you know the more you sweat the easier it'll be for her to catch you.

Karlach - human ashtray - she's been making fun of you all evening for your drunken confession about her cigars, but once the other's go to bed she's happy to indulge you on the Elfsong's roof garden.

Halsin - breeding - ever the beast of nature, with your perils finally at an end he lets himself run loose with you and you realise it’s going to be a long night until he’s done filling you.

Minthara - body worship - the drow isn't keen onbeing nursed after but with injuries so severe you need to make sure she's alright.

[knight-jar]

THE ENTIRE WORLD

IS A ZONE OF IMMINENT ENTROPONETIC CATASTROPHE

<FLASH WARNING FOR SPEEDPAINT!>

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A universe in which Ikaron asks Tav to escort them and Tav does. A universe in which he doesn't die and Zevlor doesn't break... For @hatchamatcha who is rightfully starved for Ikaron art.

[reindork-games]

[stephschoices]

Ikaron needs more love 🥺💞

[lolliputian]

I think you are the most qualified person to ask this question since you write the tieflings so well: what Olympic sport would the tiefs complete in?

High praise indeed, Anon! Thank you so much!

Going through the list of events, I'm going to go through the adult Tieflings we see in the Grove. I'm also sticking to the summer events.

Zevlor is, of course, Equestrian, and more specifically eventing (which, I discovered, is basically a triathlon). Tilses would also take place in Equestrian, but she'd be focused on jumping. If the Hellriders aren't taking place in the equestrian events, it's a crime. Nuff said.

Rolan would be a swimmer. I think he'd would find swimming for exercise cathartic--the water resistance, the controlled breathing, engaging all your muscle groups to move through the water.

Lia would be a rower for a similar reason, engaging all the upper body muscles. I think she would do really well with a team, as well, and find a lot of fulfillment in it. Cal, in perhaps a surprising choice, would take part in gymnastics. His high strength score lends itself to strength based events. Imagine Cal taking on the pommel horse or the rings, holy shit.

Dammon, surprising absolutely no one, would take part in the hammer throw. But, before I remembered that existed, I also figured he would do well with shot put. Short bursts of power suit him.

Along a similar vein, Alfira would really excel at rhythm gymnastics as a form of artistic expression. Lakrissa, on the other hand, is a natural for archery, and in a modern AU would absolutely be that person doing trick shots on TikTok.

In canon, we know Bex is a great runner and that she was able to outrun the cultists. Thus, I can see her taking part in the sprinting events. Danis, meanwhile, I think would get the most enjoyment out of golf out of any of the events available. Outside of competition, I think he'd like the social aspect of it.

Komira is absolutely a Taekwondo girl--she was ready to throw down with the druids and strikes me as the type who wouldn't hesitate to fight for what she believes in. Locke's temperament, in contrast, reminds me more of a distance runner. He's much calmer than his wife.

So I debated between Asharak and Guex whom I thought would be a better fit for fencing--we see Asharak training the kids in fighting, and Guex using Main Hand Attack against Makeshift Training Dummy. Ultimately, I felt Asharak's temperament was a lot better for it and, frankly, that he would do well enough to compete on an Olympic level. Guex's event? Javelin Throw. We see him use potentially any weapon you sell Dammon against the Training Dummy if you defeat the druids (off the top of my head, I can't think of anyone who uses a javelin canonically otherwise minus maybe Cal). But I also think he'd like the challenge and feeling powerful without having to get into close quarters.

If we've talked Tiefling headcanon, you'll know I carry a headcanon that Okta is/was a monk and actively adventured until her pregnancy. Thus, she's a natural fit for Judo. Ikaron, too, does a physical event that requires a lot of control and precision: Boxing. Like Rolan with swimming, I think he'd find it cathartic.

Cerys would take part in the modern pentathlon. We don't know much about her backstory from the game besides her being a scout and the third leader option if both Zevlor and Asharak are killed in Act 1. Thus, IMO, she has to be extremely impressive in her own right. The pentathlon presently includes fencing, swimming, equestrian jumping, laser pistol shooting, and distance running.

Zorru and Yul are other canonical scouts. We know Zorru was able to make it Baldur's Gate presumably by himself, which means not only is he a good runner, but he has to be skilled at dodging obstacles, too. He's a natural choice for hurdles. Yul, we don't know enough about, but for the endurance required for scouting, let's slot him into cycling.

Kaldani and Rikka get to be our beach volleyball pair! I really wanted a duo that's seen a lot together in game, and they seem to get along well. I can see them working amazingly well at a team and being unafraid to work hard to win.

Damays and Nymessa were a little hard for me--I very much wanted Nymessa to be in breakdancing just to make Damays's head explode (at least the way I characterize them). But, in the end, I thought pole vault would be a good fit for her. Damays seems a fit for discus throwing.

Kanon strikes me as someone who would be really good at diving. We know he was a tailor in Elturel, and I think he'd appreciate the precision and artistry. Arka and Memnos? They get to be our tennis duos team. I think they'd balance each other well in the sport.

Pandirna absolutely has to be in weightlifting, all things considered. Let's hope she doesn't get in trouble for doping with Ethel's potions... Toron I think would be wrestling because wrestling cattle or something. Nadira would be sport climbing, because that seems to fit in well with her sneaking around devils and the like. (I can't remember at the moment how much of that is canon and how much of it was headcanon we came up with on the camp server.)

Eramis and Elegis I slotted into long jump and high jump respectively. At the time of writing this, this is based off vibes from each of them rather than anything in game that lent itself to this. Finally, Xeph, Rechel, and Amek get to be our synchronized swimmers, because we gotta have synchronized swimmers, and also I don't know where else to put them.

Hope you enjoyed the post!

[theycallmeratt]

[el-tur-el]

ceilings, plaster.

Pairing - Ikaron x F!Tav

Warnings - Explicit sexual content, 18+ MDNI

Word Count - 1,855. Read it on AO3. Summary - He is less man, more gaping wound given sentience, weeping at the seams, ragged and raw. Scabbed over and torn back open time and time again.

            He always carries himself with an undeniable intensity; it’s one of the first things she noticed about him – all sharp edges, waiting for someone to snag on them, to bleed out. He wields his words like a knife, his gaze like a shortsword. He is less man, more gaping wound given sentience, weeping at the seams, ragged and raw. Scabbed over and torn back open time and time again.

            Almost all of her interactions with him thus far have been him yelling at her, and yet she finds that it does not invoke a bitterness within her. Rather there is just deep, suffocating pity nestled into the ivory hollows of her bones. Aching, suffocating, crushing.

            When was the last time he allowed himself gentleness? Warmth?

            Inviting him back to her tent at the party had been a purely selfish decision. At least, that’s what she tried to tell herself. He was attractive, in the angry bad boy sort of way, and everyone else seemed to have company for the evening. She didn’t want to bed down alone on what could possibly be the last night of joy she had for the foreseeable future.

            It was easier to call it self-indulgent than it was to call it what it was – an offering of peace, for just one night. ‘I care about you and you’re hurting, can we just have this? Can you just let yourself have this?’

            He’d been agreeable to the notion, whether he saw the truth of the matter or not.

            He kisses like survivor’s guilt, all teeth and fury, an unspoken hurt seeping into the way his lips move against hers. Like he has something to prove. She wants so desperately to ask him what, exactly, that is. Her lips catch on the sharp jut of his canines hard enough to sting, and he hungrily slips his hands under the soft linen of her shirt to palm at her breasts.

            Contrasts.

            He tweaks a nipple between callused fingertips, and she whines into the hot press of his mouth, arching into the touch. She had expected him to be inexperienced – because they’re roughly the same age, and she is largely inexperienced. But he seems to know what he’s doing, or he’s hiding it behind eagerness. She’s too tipsy and too turned on to give a fuck.

            “Is this okay?” He pants as he pulls away for air, and damn if she couldn’t get lost in the orange of his eyes.

            “More than okay.” She responds, equally as breathless. He could do anything to her and she’d be alright with it, she’s fairly certain; there’s something about him that she trusts implicitly. Something she can’t quite put her finger on.

            She thinks she could love him if he let her, though he doesn’t seem the type for softness.

            He’s clumsy as he lifts her shirt off and tosses it unceremoniously to the side. She moves to return the favor, but his mouth is on her chest now, tongue flicking against her nipples, clawed fingertips lightly digging into her waist, and all coherent thought rapidly goes out the window. She makes a choked sound, one of her hands coming to tangle in his hair – so soft, somehow. Contrasts.

            “So fucking pretty.” He’s breathing out against her skin. “Been thinking about this since I saw you at the gate. Gods.”

            Well. She certainly hadn’t been expecting that.

            “Really?” She asks, hoping that it sounds more like goading him on than an interrogation – oh, to see the inner-workings of his mind. To know what goes on behind the fiery saffron of his eyes.

            “Gods, yes.” His hands come down to the laces of her trousers, only fumbling for a moment before he begins to undo them. “Have you seen yourself, Tav? You’re gorgeous. You’re – you’re good.”

            Something about that settles neatly in her stomach, fizzles like carbonated wine. Good. There’s an ache in her chest to match the one between her thighs, and she doesn’t think when she cups his cheek and tilts his head up to get him to look at her.

            “I think you’re good, too, Ikaron.”

            His eyes flutter shut and he hisses out a breath, and she wonders if maybe she’s crossed a line – too soft for a one-night stand, too emotional. “Don’t – don’t say things like that.”

            “It’s the truth, though.” She has never been anything other than earnest. Honest.

            He makes a sound that borders on pained, dissolves into something that sounds an awful lot like a growl.

            “Think I liked it better when you were kissing me and moaning.” He pushes her trousers down her hips along with her smalls, and she stumbles as she steps out of them. “No matter – I’ll just have to shut you up.”

            Two callused fingers slide up the length of her slit, and he accomplishes his goal, because instead of a rebuttal she only manages a soft moan. His mouth finds its way to her neck, his breath hot and damp as it ghosts over her skin, and he presses his fingers against her clit. Her hands claw at the back of his armor – gods, is he really still fully dressed? – desperate for purchase.

            “Good girl. Fuck, look at you, you’re dripping, Tav.”

            She has half a mind to be embarrassed, but the steady pressure of his fingers circling against her has her feeling buzzy and lightheaded. A low heat coiling in her stomach, a bowstring being pulled too tight. She doesn’t know how he’s gotten her like this this quickly; maybe it’s the intensity of it all, maybe it’s because it’s him, but she’s rapidly approaching the edge from just this.

            “You gonna come for me? Gonna make a mess, love?” His voice is hoarse, a rasp in her ear, an unhinged, almost feral quality to it.

            Let her be a vessel for the hurt. Let her body be the outlet. If what he needs to feel okay for even just tonight is a good lay, so be it – she’s more than happy to indulge him.

            She can’t form words, so she just whines out a soft confirmation, tucking her own face into the crook of his neck, clinging to him. It starts in her toes, a tension and then a release – warm, electric, bright. She lets out a choked moan against his skin, and he holds her steady as she shakes against him, his hand slowing.

            She’s heaving for breath when she pulls away, and her world is narrowed down into a pinprick when he meets her gaze and brings his fingers to his mouth, lips wrapping around them. He makes a sound of his own as he tastes her on his skin, guttural and raw, and she finds that she needs to sit, like now, before her legs give out underneath her.

            She settles onto her bedroll and watches with hazy eyes as he undresses, the only sound in the tent the heavy fall of their breathing and the sharp clanking of metal. She’s never particularly understood people who can undo heavy armor like it’s second nature – she opts for lighter, leather gear, and even that can be a challenge. But he sheds it like a second skin, and when he’s as bare as she is, he brings himself down to her level.

            He’s beautiful, though she could have inferred that just from looking at his face. Lean, but not overly so. Wiry in an endearing way. His cock is hard enough that it rests against his stomach, precum beading at the tip. She wants to taste him, to run her tongue over the ridges, to let him tangle his fingers in her hair and use her mouth to work off some of that hurt that’s lurking beneath the surface. But he’s kissing her again, moving himself on top of her, one of his hands hooking under her left knee to bend it, to spread her thighs further apart.

            “Do you want me?” He asks, a genuine request for consent.

            “You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t, Ikaron.” She presses her lips against the corner of his mouth, the slope of his jaw. “I want you. Please.”

            He lets out a breath, one of his hands coming down to guide himself to her, and she keens when he presses into her. She can feel the drag of every ridge, the stretch of him. Her nails bite into the skin of his shoulders, and his brow is furrowed when he bottoms out, sweat dripping down his forehead. He moves slowly at first, like he suddenly thinks she’s something precious, something to be gentle with.

            Contrasts.

            “Gods, Tav.” He manages, ragged. “So fucking tight. You’re taking me so well.”

            “You feel so – so fucking good.” She’s a little drunk on it – it’s been so long, the look in his eyes is so much. She’s still sensitive from her orgasm, every sensation heightened.

            That seems to spur him on. He thrusts into her faster, the sound of skin on skin hanging heavy in the air around them, and she silently curses the fact that she’s undoubtedly going to receive rather pointed looks from the rest of her traveling companions tomorrow. But it matters little – he is here, she is here, and she thinks that, for just a moment, his heart is in her hands.

            What a precious thing trust is.

            “’M not gonna last long.” He groans, his rhythm growing sloppier. “Where do you – where should I –“

            “Inside me.” She presses her lips against his neck, wraps her arms around him. Tries to bring him closer, to make this mean something. “I take – I take potions, it won’t get me pregnant. Come for me, Ikaron, Gods.”

            He is beautiful when he falls apart. His face scrunches up, his lips part in a silent groan. His cheeks are flush, his breath ragged, sweat dripping down her skin. She memorizes it, pockets it to think on later; vulnerability, even if it’s under these circumstances. She makes circles between his shoulder blades with her hand while he comes down, presses her mouth lazily against every inch of skin she can reach.

            “Gods.” He breathes out as he settles against her, his chest heaving. “That was –“

            “Good?” She asks, draping her arm over him.

            “More than. Tav, I –“ He looks at her then, and it’s not lost on her that there’s something deeper than carnal want hidden behind his gaze. “You are –“

            “I like you too, Ikaron.” She smiles, soft, her hand coming up to cup his cheek. “I really, really do.”

            “We shouldn’t.” He murmurs, but he leans into the touch. “The road to Baldur’s Gate will be long and hard and there isn’t time for –“

            “Shh.” She kisses him, gently, barely there. “Just… let yourself be, for once, okay? No tragedy, no anger, just… just this. Just for now.”

            “Okay.” He says, resigned, and she knows that in the morning they’ll be left to pick up the pieces.

            But for tonight, he is here, curled up against her, his breath evening out as sleep finds him. And perhaps that can be enough.

[sharess-festhall]

Ikaron is so hot I would not mind if he called me mother in bed

[aviatorasharak]

Precious momma's boy~

[turquoiseoverthesea]

[lemonina00]

Anyone else who also likes this grumpy sweetheart😍? Same as with Asharak, I wish I could save him somehow!😢😢 Poor Ikaron... I might have taken some liberties with his face tattoo😄. By the way, I couldn't find out his voice actor, either. He does sound familiar somehow...🤔

[knight-jar]

strange, i've never seen this npc before?

attempted a disco style portrait of myself and edited a screenshot to put him in the game. i quite like how it turned out!

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In this crisis, Zevlor is his people's last bulwark, and what he craves, in his heart of hearts, is an equal.

[kirain]

What a wonderful night to acknowledge that the man who voices our beloved Barcus Wroot also voices all of these characters:

And more. His name is Dario Coates, and according to casting director Samantha Béart, he had the most lines and spent more time in the recording studio than any VA, including those for the main companions. If you hear the voice of any NPC, there's a good chance he's voiced by Dario. He definitely deserves some well earned recognition! ❤