#isobel x lae'zel

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

How's my Honour Mode Tadpoled Isobel Strikes Back playthrough doing? Here's a handful of my five million screenshots because I just love her face.

She's enjoying the doom and gloom of Act 2 in what is possibly the single worst homecoming ever!

As I mentioned in my tags on the last post, playing a light domain cleric for the "*obliterates your undead army* HI DAD" vibe is super fun and working out really well so far.

Entirely appropriate reactions to the state of her family abound.

And then going "cheers, I'll drink to that, bro!" and regretting everything!

Love that as a cleric you can just drink the weird brew but ask your god for an assist real quick and roll with advantage to avoid the effects.

Also love this tiny bit of environmental storytelling. Oof.

Downtime-wise, she's making friends! Sorry your romantic relationship with an immortal didn't work out, Gale.

I thought they were gonna be weird dysfunctional anti-Ketheric buddies, but Minthara is just roasting her every chance she gets.

And, finally, in the crackship department...

Took Lae'zel's invitation seriously and somehow beat her up in fairly straightforward melee using the Blood of Lathander, no spells, no "cheating". Was genuinely not expecting that to work out, but hey, it's Isobel "I'd like to get a few licks in myself" Thorm.

Time to get all soft and open and vulnerable. Soon(TM).

Shadowheart was also genuinely sweet in her bowing out dialogue, after all the "kiss me like you hate me" Sharran/Selûnite banter up to now (which btw is really fun, I do recommend playing through it).

But now... it's time for the really serious business, and the big finale of this Sins of the Father arc.

[thewizardhole]

i will not be accepting criticism at this time

[bhaalsbabe]

BG3 characters and their approach to eating you out on your period

MDNI, 18+ content below!

They would eat you out like you're their last meal, and the fact that you're bleeding makes them even crazier about it. They love the taste of your blood, and when it's mixed with the sweet juices of your excitement, they go absolutely feral. They will bite your surrounding areas too - you're not going to be bleeding only from your cunt, but your thighs and belly too. Every time they break your skin with their teeth, they suck at the wound, drawing more blood and making their mark on you more visible. And then they go back to devouring your pussy, playing with your clit to make you release more of that delicious nectar. They could go down at you all night... And once they're done, with your blood and cum smeared all over their chin, they'll smirk, and, while making eye contact with you, they'll clean the mess you've made on their face with their hands that they'll lick clean.

Astarion, Lae'zel, Durge, Orin, Halsin, Nere

They're hesitant at first, not finding it disgusting per say, just unsure if they'll find it as enjoyable as you. Still, after the first few tentative licks, they start to relax. They do not thrive on the coppery taste of blood but rather on your reactions to their tongue and sucking - all the noises and involuntary movements you make. They eat you out diligently, making sure you're fully satisfied. Their hands keep exploring your body too, they want you to feel loved. By the time they're done, which depends on how much you're enjoying yourself, they're a panting mess too, ready to do more with you, if you're willing.

Gale, Karlach, Wyll, Zevlor, Isobel, Dammon

They'll gladly do it, just because they enjoy having control over you and when they eat you out, bleeding or not, that's exactly what they're getting. They don't mind sipping your blood, they'll even tease you about the taste, offering you a kiss so you can try it yourself. They'll make you feel embarrassed for how big of a mess you'll turn into, and they'll make you beg for all of your orgasms. They'll show you no mercy and if you weren't so far gone, you'd notice they're really enjoying themselves too. They wouldn't mind turning this into a monthly thing.

Shadowheart, Gortash, Raphael, Volo, Haarlep, Aylin, Minthara

[bladesandbhaalspawn]

Adventure Time in Baldur's Gate

by nyachooh on X/Twitter!

[orangechickenpillow]

Bg3 as unhinged posts 7/?

Part 6

[liminal-space-lesbian]

Bg3 Ladies needing comfort after a bad day

Request: So for the BG3 headcanon or blurb requests what about a little thingy where the Lady’s of the game have a bad day and need lots of comfort from their Tav. 🥺

A/n

Honestly idgaf if Lae’zel is ooc, my baby is secretly going soft. Sorry guys!! I believe she actually has feelings deep down <3 Also mild spoilers if you haven’t finished the Crèche questline

Also Karlach is so babygirl omg if someone doesn’t give her a hug rn I SWEARRRR

Karlach:

Karlach had spent the entire day fighting off various enemies, who were unfortunately harder to defeat than expected. And right as she’s settling down for the night, finally getting a reprieve from the day, Raphael shows up.

He’s yammering on about how he wants to strike up a deal with you, but you cannot send him away fast enough. Seeing a devil only dredges up bad memories for your lover, and you do not want her to have to relieve the memories of her torture in Avernus.

“Come here baby, it’s alright just try to relax.” You coax, seeing the tension in her body once Raphael leaves. You coo, gently taking her into your arms. Her head buried in your chest, strong arms wrapping around you tightly as you rub her shoulders and the back of her neck. You ease the tension out of her muscles, kissing the crown of her head.

She finally lets the tension leave her body as she breaks down into tears, quietly crying into the fabric of your shirt. Small sobs wrack her shoulders, sending an aching pain lancing through your heart. You can’t stand seeing her so upset.

“I fuckin’ hate demons. No good ever comes of ‘em. Promise me you’ll never even consider Raphael’s deal.” She pleads, and you’re quick to reassure her. “I promise, I’ll never make a deal with a devil. I love you too much to risk it.” You whisper into her hair as you place a gentle kiss on her temple.

You cuddle her to sleep, allowing her to wrap herself around you entirely. Lord knows a decade of not being able to touch anyone without scorching their skin off leaves a girl touch starved. You tuck her in as cozy as she can get, and pepper her face with gentle kisses as she drifts off. Your heart aches for the suffering your lover has endured, but all you can do is be here now to support her.

Shadowheart:

Shadowhearts wound on her hand had been flaring rather badly all day, and unfortunately you had to travel past an abandoned temple of Shar. All the memories- or lack thereof- cause Shadowheart’s mood to sour. She seems snappy and short tempered, but when you visit her tent later you see her curled into a ball and cradling her hand.

“Oh sweetheart.” You murmur, getting on your knees beside her, resting a hand on her shoulder. She sniffles, obviously trying to hide her tears. You shush her, gently lying behind her and wrapping your arms around her. She rolls over and cuddles into your chest, crying more freely now.

“Why did they have to take my memories? Sometimes I don’t even feel like I know myself.” She whimpers, and your heart shatters. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry.” You whisper, kissing her forehead and wiping away her tears. “I know you, and I love you.” You murmur, rubbing your hand soothingly up and down her back as she tucks her head into your neck. You spend the evening wiping away her tears and soothing her as best as you can.

Lae’zel:

Lae’zel doesn’t get upset, she gets angry. It’s how she was raised, channel every feeling into anger. Anger fuels strength, and only created a stronger more tenacious fighter. So when Lae’zel finds out the truth about Vlaakith, she’s angry. Enraged. Furious. Not hurt.

Lae’zel definitely doesn’t cry when she’s alone in her tent that night. She also definitely doesn’t crawl into your arms and bury her face in your shoulder. Your touch is the only balm to the aching in her chest.

“Tsk’va, look at me. So weakened by the betrayal of a false god.” Lae’zel grits out between tears, fists clenched firmly in your shirt. Her anger is directed at herself, as if it’s her fault she was fooled along with every other Gith.

“Darling, it’s not your fault. Vlaakith tricked everyone. I know her betrayal hurts, and you have a right to be upset. Im so sorry you have to deal with something like this.” You coo, kissing her forehead and wiping her tears. She scowls and pulls away from your touch, but only to roll over so she can be little spoon.

She doesn’t speak for the rest of the night, but you feel a bit of tension melt away from her muscles. The next morning she’ll wake as if nothing happened, but for now she burrows farther into your warmth, seeking your comfort.

Dame Aylin:

Aylin’s mood took a turn for the worse when she heard Raphael had proposed a deal to you at Sharess Caress. She had already spent the day overstimulated from the noise of Baldurs Gate, a stark contrast to a century in shadowfell, where the only sound was the wind and rumbling in the distance. Now that you told her this? She was pissed.

She stomped off to be alone, saying she just needed time to think. You could tell by the stiffness of her posture she was upset, more than just angry. You gave her some space, but when she finally returned to your tent to go to sleep, you confronted her.

“What’s wrong darling?” You coax, your expression soft as you open your arms for her. She hesitates, her pride and stoicism holding her back for a moment. Her hesitation is short lived however, as she heaves a sigh and flops into your arms.

“I’m just thinking of my time spent in shadowfell. Raphael is a devil, simply a reminder of the evils in this world.” She pauses, heaving an irritated sigh. “After being trapped in that soul cage for so long… sometimes it feels as though I’m still there. Not physically but… in my mind that place haunts me.” She admits quietly, and you think you hear her voice quiver.

“I’m sorry Aylin. You didn’t deserve that. If I could take away all your pain I would.” You murmur, hugging her a bit tighter as you look in her eyes. You see tears clinging to her lashes as she swallows thickly.

“I know you would. And I love you for it.” She whispers brokenly, nuzzling her head into your shoulder as she clings to you. She pulls away to place a deep kiss on your lips, reveling in the comfort of you.

“Try and rest Aylin, you need sleep.” You coax, easing her to lie back. She complies, allowing herself to get comfortable as she slips off to sleep. For the first time in weeks she doesn’t have a single nightmare.

Isobel Thorm:

Isobel was drained after narrowly escaping being kidnapped by Marcus. She pumped all of her magical abilities into the shield around the Last Light Inn, as well as blessing you and your companions to ward off the shadow curse.

You could see her bottom lip quiver as she climbed into bed, and she instantly cuddled into your side. You turned towards her, gently cupping her face in your hands.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask gently, and she simply shakes her head, blinking heavily as tears flow freely down her face. You brush the tears away with your thumbs, nodding as you kiss her forehead. You take her into your arms and let her cry it out.

You rub up and down her arms soothingly, allowing her the space to let out her feelings. Eventually her cries taper out, and soon enough she’s drifting off to sleep. You carefully make sure she’s tucked in perfectly before resuming your spot, cuddled up to her for the night.

A/n

If this is bad it’s bc I’ve been awake for 17 hours, sorry peeps 😔

[madwomansapologist]

i will explain myself about a few things:

I respect Khalid too much to put Jaheira where I really want to;

I fear Jaheira too much to put her lower;

Astarion is a gay man, a little bitch, and a annoying coward. I love him, I would die and kill for him, but he's not getting near my pussy;

Withers is where he deserves to be;

Yes, that's Barcus. If you don't have good taste it isn't my fault;

Gortash stinks;

I would cut my fingers for Keene if she wanted me too;

Dame Aylin and Isobel are perfect for each other, I just want to watch;

At the same time I want to be Isobel's stepmother. I can't fix Ketheric, but I can make him feel happy;

Omeluum is husband material;

Minsc is my soulmate. He understands me in a way no one can. No, I wont fuck him. We will just be empty head together forever;

I've said what I've said. Period.

[soundofcomets]

GUYS FUCKING LISTEN TO ME

DAME AYLIN X ISOBEL

LAE'ZEL X SHADOWHEART

KARLACH X SHADOWHEART

AYLIN X SHADOWHEART

DO YOU SEE MY VISION??? DO YOU SEE IT??? YOU MUST UNDERSTAND!!!

EDIT:

MINTHARA X SHADOWHEART

KARLACH X MINTHARA

MINTHARA X LAE'ZEL?????

It was brought to my attention that there were no minthara ships by @thescarletjaws so I remedied that

[cfcreative]

Dumb BG3 thoughts based on a single pun for Korydass…

The Companions & Their Relationships to Makeup

Thoughts under the break…

Lae’zel: “Tchk! It is called battle paint, Istik!”

Shadowheart: Loves it, is clearly talented & practiced with it—also wildly jealous of Isobel’s eyeliner game. Has she worn poisoned lipstick? Probably at least once she can’t remember.

Astarion: Will deny that he uses anything. Actually uses everything he can get his hands on. Has gotten incredibly good at doing things by feel/memory. The only reason he isn’t more dramatic with it is that pesky lack of reflection.

Gale: Has a meticulous skincare routine and a manicure kit. Very particular about his hands AKA “The finally tuned instruments with which I compose the intricate melodies of my art!” Used to have a haircare routine, but it fell by the wayside when he wasn’t leaving his tower.

Wyll: Careful haircare routine. Enjoys eyeliner and eyeshadow. Was much more fussy about everything when every other day he had to attend a ball. Much more practical now that he’s been the Blade of the Frontiers.

Karlach: Is interested, but since there weren’t cosmetics that could stand up to the fiery hells of Avernus at her disposal she hasn’t had a chance to dabble. Unironically will ask Wyll (before anyone else) for ideas on what she could/should wear, because he’s her bestie and that’s who you ask!

Halsin: Works solely with what nature gave him, gods bless the man.

Minthara: Has a makeup/skincare/haircare routine that is precisely timed down to the minute. Has absolutely worn poisoned lipstick on multiple occasions. Also has painted her nails with poison. Not for a specific reason, just to test out the practicality of it. Didn’t use it again because it chipped too easily.

Jaheira: Used makeup more often when she was younger. After her kids and “bonus kids with weapons” (The Harpers) she didn’t bother as much with it. She still does her hair exactly the way Khalid loved it, though.

Alfira: Adores makeup! Stage makeup, everyday makeup, you name it! Can be overly ambitious with it.

Lakrissa: Never was interested when she was younger, in fact, was pretty anti-makeup… then Alfira begged her to try an eyeshadow. Alfira fawned so much over Lakrissa afterwards that Lakrissa has been wearing it ever since.

Isobel: Effortlessly an expert in makeup. Obviously adores a dramatic eyeliner and eyeshadow. Occasionally gets the whim to practice on Aylin. Takes up a more vigorous skincare regimen after resurrection because she’s quietly alarmed by the “clamminess” of her skin. (Nobody else thinks she feels clammy).

Aylin: Fully believes she is perfect without makeup. Fully believes she is also perfect with it. Does not own any of her own cosmetics. Really only wears makeup when Isobel puts it on her. Makes a lot of loud excuses about not understanding mortal hair-care because it prompts Isobel to wash and brush her hair.

Korydass: “Make up? Make up with whom? Have I offended someone?!”

[firstknightvulion]

Funny little what if. So, on one side Dame Aylin and Isobel, a tall, angry Aasimar Paladin and her Selunite Wife. On the other side, my Tav, a tall, angry Tiefling Paladin and his (newly-again) Selunite Wife.

They get around the discussing their wives…

Wyll: What is going on?!

Tav flys past will, crashing into a wall back first. A half second later Aylin smashes into Tav, sending both him and her through the wall. Blow after blow is heard inside the shadows of the hole in the wall before Aylin comes flying out and lands in the dirt.

Tav steps out, bloodied but with a fire in his glowing eyes. Spitting blood on the floor, he charges Aylin who rises to meet the attack.

Astarion: *sitting on makeshift bleachers with a “Go Tav!” Ball cap on* They are having a most riveting debate.

Wyll: They’re trying to kill each other. *watches as Aylin drop kicks Tav in the stomach only for the Tiefling to grab both her legs and spin her around several times before sending her flying quite a distance*

Karlach: *standing next to Astarion, cheering with two foam hands marked with “Tav #1” on them* GO TAV!!!

Wyll: What are they even debating?!

Gale: *wearing a “I Hope Everyone Has Fun” shirt* I do believe it was whoever has the best wife.

Wyll looks further down the bleachers and cringes as he sees an Isobel and Shadowheart sitting in a blackened aura of what could only be embarrassment.

Lae’zel: You! Go for the wings! You! Go for the tail! GRIND THEM UNDER YOUR HEEL!!!

Wyll: Who is she cheering for?

Astarion: Ahhhh, death.

Wyll: Of course. And why is she here?! *points at Orin*

Orin waves and smiles.

Astarion: She sensed a good time and came over.

Wyll: WHY DID YOU LET HER?!

Astarion: She brought drinks, darling.

Wyll: …*watching Tav put Aylin in a full armbar only to then get bit in the leg* How long have they been at this?

Gale: Three hours, I think?

Wyll: *gives up and takes a seat next to Astarion* Three gold on Tav.

The Battle of The Two Angry Paladins with Outsider Ancestry Debating who had the best Magic Moon Wife ended in the most anime bullshit way possible. By the mutual final punch double KO. It was said the battle ravaged their bodies. The Magic Moon wives did nothing to ease their pain and in fact left them in the dirt for the next day.

Scratch thought they were hanging so he just laid down next to them.

A bit long but thank you for indulging me. Just realized the parallels between my main Tav and Dame Aylin. So this little what if happened.

[blairx-bitch]

Bg3 tarot update!!

I haven't done much art yet but I've spent a good amount of time in assigning meanings to all 78 cards . I've also decided that I'll be doing full art for all cards, including minor arcana which aren't face cards (meaning not king, queen, page, or knight, but numbered cards like for example, two of swords, etc) this means I have to do full colored and shaded pieces x78, each varying in detail 💀

Keeping the definition of the cards in mind with character traits, here's how the lineup looks right now. Its very much subject to change:

4 cards each for origin companions (astarion, wyll, karlach, gale, laezel, shadowheart)

1 card of shadowheart and laezel

1 card of aylin and isobel

1 card of minsc, 2 of jaheria (potentially one of them together)

3 for minthara, 4 halsin, 2 for Raphael

And some more featuring rolan, dammon, zevlor, kagha, karniss, volo, scratch, abdirak, tiefling kids, yenna, ommellum, orpheus, the tiefling couple, origin durge, dead three, some scenery/cult visuals, cazador, merchant npcs (ex: that one dragonborn girl and kobold at circus), along with epilogue and camp visuals

Some characters I'd like to squeeze in but might not: mystra, lucretious, etc.

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

boom-squirrel replied:

Okay, I'm curious... if Teadpoled-Isobel-strikes-back™, who's the one in Last Light sustaining the shield??? oO Doppelganger?!

Hahah, well, that's obviously one of the moments when modded playthroughs like this one take a bunch of suspension of disbelief.

I call this one "The Duality of Isobel".

My justification and vague storyline idea for this HM run was that an abducted tadpoled Isobel from around the end of Act 2 ends up back on the nautiloid, via a timely divine intervention or some such brand of shenanigans (Selûne? maybe? or something altogether more sinister?). And now she is on a big mission to fix everything.

But honestly, if you could find an excuse for Jaheira and the Last Light bunch surviving without Isobel there to establish the haven so Act 2 can still work vaguely similarly, I think Isobel would be a really, really awesome origin with interesting ties into the narrative. Kicking off with her resurrection, running away from Ketheric, and ending up abducted and tadpoled on the nautiloid with the others instead of at the inn. Maybe some amnesia thrown in there to keep some of the mystique of Ketheric's storyline for the player and pacing out the reveals (a la Durge).

This is also a killer idea for some AU fanfic, I will note.

Also part of my romance pick considerations, beyond, you know, just me wanting to play out one I haven't done yet (hence no Shadowheart, I'm aware she is the obvious choice here). NPC Isobel and Aylin will of course get their beautifully touching reunion and live as happily ever after as I can manage, Honour Mode permitting (knock on wood, so far it has been), but my PC Isobel will ultimately want and need to basically leave Faerûn. So I felt it would be fitting to have her go off dragon riding with Lae'zel and have various astral (mis)adventures. Visit the actual Tears of Selûne and all, it's super Meaningful. And having Lae'zel going from constantly ragging on Isobel for being weak and soft-hearted - with me pointedly picking every single Aggressively Compassionate Selûnite Cleric dialogue option in her presence, while also showing flashes of that Isobel-brand Steel that is very much there - to finally becoming open to the very idea of tenderness and being protected is a very nice arc, I think.

I have committed severe overthinking of everything mentioned above. Now, for the Aylin playthrough I have no explanation whatsoever beyond the lethal combination of "I felt like it" with "big lady pretty" and a truly unconquerable addiction to playing paladins.

[dalgursbate]

Snippet Sunday Thursday Friday

tagged by the exquisite @lyzelky over on my main account (@molgars)

I've got a few irons in the fire right now, so I'll post two of them.

This first one is from chapter 2 of Hymnals, Major and Minor, an Aylin/Isobel/Shadowheart post-canon fic about them dating the wrong way 'round:

The next day, Isobel is sitting on the loveseat knitting when Shadowheart approaches, plopping down gracelessly on the couch beside her. “So, when are you taking me out, darling angel mine?” “Technically, Aylin is the angel.” A sly smile plays at the corner of the other woman’s lips, though she doesn’t look up from her work.  Shadowheart hums. “Is that so? I must have been confused on account of how radiant your beauty is.” Isobel snorts and casts a sideways glance at her. “Those sorts of lines work often for you, do they?” “These days? All the time.” Shadowheart grins broadly. “Blessedly, my girlfriends don’t seem to mind my lack of taste.” “Oh, I wouldn’t say you lack taste,” Isobel muses, her gaze returning to the busy movements of her clever hands. “Personally, I think your taste is exquisite.” Despite all the time they’ve spent together, Shadowheart still finds herself flushing at the insinuation. “You didn’t answer the question,” she says. “Well-spotted.” The corner of Isobel’s mouth twitches again, and Shadowheart knows that she’s taking great joy in her coyness.  “How much free time do you have this coming tenday?” “All of my time is free time right now, dearest.” “Excellent,” her partner says, as though she didn’t already know. “Then we shall prepare to leave for our journey tomorrow.” “Journey?” Shadowheart arches an eyebrow. “Are you taking me on a honeymoon for our first date?” “Darling, don’t tell me you underestimated my propensity for grand gestures,” Isobel places a hand atop her heart in mock offense. “It would wound me so very deeply.” Shadowheart rolls her eyes affectionately. “You’re so dramatic.” “You love that about me,” Isobel says confidently, because she’s correct. “But we’re not going on a honeymoon; we’re going on a journey.” “And what does that mean, precisely?” “I suppose you’ll simply have to find out,” she responds, tone ominous.   Shadowheart just laughs fondly and wraps an arm around her, pulling her in by the waist. There is no hesitation in the way that Isobel abandons her knitting to come to her, and Shadowheart marvels at how intoxicating it is that she’s allowed to do this. That she’s allowed to kiss this revelation of a woman, softly and soundly, afforded the privilege of tracing the familiar contours of her mouth at an unhurried pace. She doubts she will ever tire of it.

I will tag @again-please @shewhowas39 @renyerokami @moonlesbianlover and @capriclonus, as well as anyone who wants to do it! and under the cut will be a QUITE EXPLICIT teaser of the next chapter of to forgive is human and failure is divine

The next day ends like this: Shadowheart face-down on a stranger’s bare mattress, her ass in the air as she’s pounded over and over again by a shapely piece of silicon. Her fingers arch like talons, scrambling for purchase on the box spring, while pitiful cries spill from her throat in some kind of obscene hymnal. A firm hand traces the knobbly, underfed length of her spine—reminiscent of how she used to run her fingers over prayer beads, so many lifetimes ago—and a low, gravelly voice coos and murmurs encouragement about how much more she can take, how much further she can be pushed. It ends with her stretched to bursting, begging for mercy, half-crazed and desperate for a release she keeps being denied. But it begins with Shadowheart waking up to her phone alarm at 10 a.m., groggy and disoriented by the dizzy-bright sunlight streaming in through her apartment’s only window. Before she can return to The Grove, before she can make herself a fool once more for a shitty gith with an attitude problem, she has to get herself through another day where she struggles to accomplish anything worthwhile. She sighs, rubbing the heels of her palms so hard into her eyes that little starbursts of red dance behind her lids. The only way out is through, she reminds herself wearily. And Gods, do I want to get out.

[randoimago]

Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist

Check my Fandoms/Rules List to see what characters I'm writing for!!

If you can't see anything under the character then it's prob cause I've had no requests for them (or you're using the Tumblr app which causes links to break) !!

The Party

Astarion

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Halsin

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Gale

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Karlach

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Lae'zel

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Minsc

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Minthara

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Shadowheart

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Wyll

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Camp Followers // Companions

Barcus Wroot

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Dame Aylin

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Hope

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Isobel

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Omeluum

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NPC's

Alfira

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Dammon

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Lakrissa

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Rolan

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Zevlor

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Antagonists

Gortash

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Orin

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Raphael

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Taglist:

@reo-the-leo @unhelpfulnpc

[inq-tav]

Mother Superior’s Final Attempt (One-Shot)

Oneshot Description: Mother Superior is desperate to get “god’s favorite princess” back into Shar’s clutches

authors note: This is my first attempt of a oneshot, please be kind if your going to comment any feedback, I am a human just like you. Im just looking to improve my writing skills and have fun!

-This is a long one, let me know if you want me to keep writing other one shots of my Paladin Artemis and Shadowheart. Here you go @iomlangealai

Shadowheart’s POV

May our mother bathe us in her light. For I am a child of the Moon, ever glistening and ever in awe of her glory. Moonmaiden, I ask that you watch over us all, watch over my lover Artemis and may-

My prayer is interrupted by a cold, insistent nose poking my arm. I look up and I see Scratch holding his ball, hoping that I will play with him. Smiling, I take it from him mouth and I throw it across the camp, happily he goes and retrieves it. On his way back a whistle interrupts the air, it sounds like my love’s whistle. “Scratch, she’s praying, leave the pretty woman be,” Artemis chides gently as she makes her way over to me, she has replaced her usual armour for her camp clothing, she looks positively light and carefree, even if it is only momentary. I smile up at her as I move to stand, she helps me up, ever the gentleman, “Why help lover,” I greet, smiling, I give her a peck. “Hello yourself my darling. I have our bedrolls all ready for bed, the camp chores are done, and the dishes are washed, all that's left is for me to steal you away from this ladykiller.” She says teasingly to Scratch who just gives a gentle bark. I laugh, “Well perhaps you should just whisk me away before someone else does,” I tease and she just gives me a fake gasp of shock, I circle around her and I hug her from behind, resting my face on her warm back. I feel her relax, “C’mon love, lets get some rest, we need all the rest we can get before we infiltrate the Cloister.” I whisper, gently taking her hand and guiding us to out bedrolls. Once we climb inside our shared bed, I wriggle into Artemis’s strong arms, and fall into a quick easy sleep.

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Loud noises cloud my hearing; it wakes my brain up but my eyelids are as heavy as metal and I smell the uncanny stench of smoke and sulphur. Metal clashing on metal makes my ears ring, I cannot move. I cannot feel the warmth of my lover. Any control if my limbs is out of reach; distant. I feel like a thought, light and afloat; a mere breeze could whisk me away. But there’s nothing light about this, and for this I am sure. An agonized scream of a woman rips through the air as the sound of metal clashes against something; it sounds like Artemis, and panic sets in, but here I am still, trapped in my own dark space of thoughts, without sight and without body. I feel the breeze on my face and the rhythmic feel of a gallop, I must be leaving camp. But these thoughts are almost gone for good, for the sounds around me blur into a flatline of nothing.

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The jolt of cold water splashing on me is what wakes me up; the dim light of candles invades my pupils as they struggle to adjust, my mind racing as the water sends every nerve to awaken because of its frigidity. I cannot move again, but slowly I realize that I am starfished on a wooden table that’s slanted upwards so I can see the whole room, my arms being held down by leather straps. In a flash I recognize this room, I used to use this very method. A sinking feeling settles in the pit of my stomach, I was taken. I was taken just like when I was a child. The memory of the sounds I heard before.. they invade my memories. Instantly, a face comes into view, a masked face I used to love and look up to, but now I look upon Her with resentment: Mother Superior. “God’s favorite princess awakens,” She says, voice low and scarily calm. “You, you took me!” I say angrily, struggling against my bonds. She makes her way to the table I am strapped to, taking her time as her eyes rake over me. She takes an extra second to look at my white hair. She tsks, “My my child, I must admit I am a little in awe. It is rare to see gods fight over a mere mortal, but here we are. A mortal who Shar and Selûne bicker and play tug of war with, a mortal who betrayed a god just to go to the sister. I wonder what makes you so special.” She says a hint of jealousy in her voice, circling the table like a predator toying with its prey. I writhe against my shackles, to no avail. “I know who you are, Viconia DeVir. You don’t hold any power over me anymore.” I say as I watch her freeze, she takes off her mask and I see her face for the first time in a long time. “You remember, no doubt the Moonmaiden’s daughter told you my true identity.” She says with disgust, I just shake my head, “Noblestalk. And I am starting to piece together my past. The Moonmaiden has helped me, loves me, better than Shar ever did,” I say angrily, “You stole forty years of my life, but no more. I am no longer craving your acceptance, you can keep your Dark Lady, your secrets, but this life is mine!” I continue, watching her look uninterested in my words, it makes me angry, livid even. “They’ll kill you; the entire camp knows you’ve taken me. Artemis especially, she’s killed two of the Chosen of the Dead

Three, she’s killed a devil in his own home. And now you’ve taken me, you must really want to die,” I threaten, narrowing my eyes at her, she just simply smiles, “My child, don’t you know who I am? I can manipulate memories in my own accord; I can make you forget her. Fear her. Hate her.” That makes my face drop and my skin crawl, “With a simple chant of 5 words I can change all of that in an instant, I already did it once with your fear of wolves, I made you fear your own father. What makes you think I won’t do it again here? It’d be most fun watching them struggle to get you, only for you to not know who they are, to hate them, maybe I’ll make you love someone else. Then how would your dear little Artemis feel?” She taunts, the sinking feeling in my stomach rises to my throat, “After all, how do you know if she’s still alive?” She says, getting dangerously close to my face and I think back to that scream I heard in my brain fog, I struggle against my binding again. “What did you do to her!” I scream, enraged as I watch her lean back and laugh.

I am about to speak again, but shouting is heard distantly and the door slams open, one of Viconia’s Lieutenant’s barges in “Mother Superior, pardon the intrusion.. They’re here.” He says before running back out, and instantly I know who he is talking about. A loud sound, similar to thunder crashes down and roars in the main chamber, its a little ways away so I am shocked that it was still so loud even in here. “I told you, I was not bluffing. You are about to feel the wrath of everyone you had attacked in my camp,” I say smugly, watching her face grow red with anger. “You insolent child! I have had enough, you could’ve been perfect. Shar said you were the one to surpass even me! But you have turned your back on us,” She says, slapping me in the face so hard it leaves me dazed, I groan. “You had one job! It was to retrieve the artefact,” Another slap, it makes my eyes water and nose bleed, “And you don’t even have it!” She yells, looming over me with a dagger, “I do have it, I’ve hidden it. I hide it every night, you’ll never find it!” I yell in protest as she drags the knife tauntingly down my arms, lightly piercing the skin, I wince. That’s a lie, I don’t hide it as well as I should, but doesn’t need to know that Scratch sleeps curled around it. “Prepare to get your memories wiped again, and this time, you’re going to forget that annoyance of a woman you seem to love so much, your going to forget everything,” She says, chanting the words and her eyes glow, I writhe against my restraints and as she is about to touch my head to wipe my memories away once again, she’s hit in the back with a glaive I’ve spent the past few months cleaning and polishing; its Artemis. Well, its everyone. Everyone is here to save me. Through the chaos I see my shining paladin of vengeance, smiting Viconia with a fiendish and enraged look in her eyes I’ve never seen before. The others stand guard and watch, some in horror and some enthralled to see Artemis wreak havoc upon Viconia. Scarily, Artemis’ glaive glows with a moonbean and she is seconds away from smiting Viconia one final time, but its Aylin that holds her back from killing Viconia completely, “The Moonmaiden will claim her, and have her to rot for centuries on end. Go to your beloved,” She says in her usual ‘Aylin’ way, tears start to fall, the adrenaline of not knowing if I was going to live or die wearing off, and in an instant I am surrounded by Artemis, she hurriedly unshackles me and pulls me right into her embrace. “Oh my darling, are you alright? Are you hurt? Your lover is here, your safe with me again,” She says, holding me tight and scanning my body for serious injuries. I look at her, look at everyone, their faces scared for me, even Lae’zel. I sniffle, overwhelmed by it all, I cover my face and try to calm down. Artemis just hold me, but one by one my companions.. my family, move to comfort me. “You are safe once more my cub, you will now not be allowed out of my sights for long,” Jaheira says as she passes by, squeezing my shoulder, I look up and smile, “Jaheira is right, Boo and I will continue to grab evil by the buttocks for you!” Minsc says, earning a squeak from Boo, I give a watery laugh and wipe my tears away, “You are my fellow soldier, my friend, I would search Avernus for you,” Karlach adds, earning a hum of approval from Astarion, “These wretches have taken enough from you and I. You helped me kill Cazador, my demons, its about time I help you kill yours.” He smirks, licking his lips from (probably) feasting on their blood. “Astarion is right Shadowheart, you are a formidable ally, we would be foolish to let you get gutted.” Lae’zel speaks, earning a genuine smile from me. She just raises an eyebrow and dismisses me with her hand but I see a hint of a smile. Wyll and Gale nod, both casting healing spells on me, after they say their own words the whole group mentions that they'll meet us at camp.

All who’s left is Artemis and I, she looks at me anxiously, “I thought..” She begins, tears welling up in her eyes, “I thought I lost you, Shadowheart. I woke up to Viconia and her cultists holding a knife to my throat, my arms down and she drugs you with a paralytic poison. I watched her take you from me. And she almost did, permanently.” She says crying, I hold her face and bring her lips to mine, they taste salty from her tears but I dont care, “I thought I lost you, my brave Artemis, I heard your screams.. I, she said she killed you.” I say softly, tears falling down my own face now, she takes her leather gloved hands and wipes them away, “I almost did, it took 4 men to hold me down as she took you away on horseback. Aylin helped me get free. But one guy really got me good, it left a nasty scar on my chest” She says, shuddering at the memory. I just hug her again, pressing my ear to her beating heart, “She almost made me forget you..” I whisper, closing my eyes and relishing in her embrace. She just tightens her grip on me, “The Moonmaiden would restore your memories, I am sure of it. Aylin and I would never allow that to happen. I would go to the Moon herself and beg her for all eternity.” She says with finality, oh my sweet little paladin. For a little we just stay like this, in each others embrace, silently processing and remembering that the other is okay. Artemis is the first to break the silence, “Come, lets go back to our makeshift home, where we belong.” She says softly, smiling, taking my hand. I beam at her and follow, walking hand in hand in the streets of the lower city. I know that these days ahead will be hard for Artemis and I, after all we have endured. But We will be okay, we have each other to rely one. Once we make it back I am joyously greeted by my friends, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I am home.

[liminal-space-lesbian]

BG3 Ladies cuddling headcanons

Thank you guys so much for 200 followers (even tho I’m literally never active 💀) I’m currently obsessed with Baldurs Gate so if y’all have some headcanon requests or blurbs or whatever send them over. I won’t commit to writing entire fics bc I’m writing exclusively on mobile rn 😀 but I wanna do a little something

These are mostly self indulgent sorry guys🤧

Karlach:

The second she gets her engine fixed it’s nonstop cuddles. Whenever you’re not traveling or fighting some absolute cultists, Karlach wants you in her lap. Or vice versa, she won’t complain.

Loves loves LOVES when you play with her hair. She just wants to be petted <3

She usually likes to be the big spoon, or just wrap you up in her arms entirely because she loves the feeling of holding you against her chest. However, if she had a bad day or after a particularly rough fight she will climb into your arms and tuck her head into your chest. You’d best rub her back and tell her how much you love her, bc my girl needs a little TLC every now and then.

I’d say Karlach likes to be face to face when cuddling, because she gets the most attention that way. Also best position for kisses!! She loves leaving kisses all over your face, especially your forehead. She loves getting kisses too, she’s constantly giving you puppy dog eyes and asking for kisses throughout the day.

Verdict: Karlach is a lover girl (we knew this)

Shadowheart:

Shadowheart is a bit reserved when it comes to cuddling. She loves it, don’t get me wrong, but she also values personal space a lot. She usually settles for resting a hand on your thigh, or holding hands even. She’ll lean against you while sitting next to you, and even rest her head on your shoulder.

When you’re alone in her tent she will climb in your lap and talk about whatever topic has her currently intrigued. She loves being pampered, honestly. I mean, she’s Gods favorite princess, how can she not?

She usually likes to be receiving attention like kisses and hugs, even back rubs and other forms of affection like that. She does give back though, she’s just more hesitant because she is honestly a bit shy! She can flirt all she wants but when she has real feelings she gets a bit nervous. She doesn’t want to violate a boundary or overstep!! Also she worries about being annoying.

Her favorite cuddle position is when you lay on your back and let her cuddle into your side, resting her head on your chest. She enjoys the freedom it gives her, she is the one in charge of how much contact there is. She also likes being able to drape her arm and her leg over your body :3

Overall Shadowheart is not a huge cuddler, but at the end of the day she likes to curl up with her lover as much as anyone else <3

Lae’zel:

Hates cuddling. Any affection, actually. She thinks it’s disgusting and weak!

However….

When you two are alone she may or may not lean against you. And hold your hand. And maybe even rest her head on your shoulder. And climb in your lap. And…

Okay maybe she doesn’t hate affection that much.

She had honestly never experienced tenderness in such a way before meeting you. She detested it at first, because it felt almost too good to be true! It seemed like a trick of sorts even. A strategy for her to let down her guard so you could strike.

But… you never did. And Lae’zel reluctantly warmed up to the idea.

Her favorite position is surprisingly enough, little spoon! She likes the feeling of you wrapping your arms around her, it makes her feel safe. She’ll say it’s because you are behind her to protect her from sneak attacks, but honestly she’s just a sucker for a good hug.

She will NEVER be caught DEAD cuddling by your companions though. Cuddling is strictly behind closed doors. The best you’ll get is a handhold or a quick kiss.

Ultimately, Lae’zel is secretly a bit of a softie. I SAID IT!! She is very hesitant with affection because she is ultimately distrusting, and gentleness in general is foreign to her. After she warms up to it though, you bet she is climbing in bed and instantly tugging your arm over her waist. She would rather die than let anyone else know that though, especially Shadowheart.

Dame Aylin:

Omg hot lesbian demigod with wings?? You know the cuddles are insane.

Alyin is a lovergirl, you can’t change my mind. She wants to be in your personal space 24/7 and LOVES having a hand on you in some way all the time. She particularly enjoys having her arm wrapped possessively around your waist. Loves kissing you randomly all the time too. A century of being trapped in shadow fell will make a girl pretty touch starved.

She loves to be the big spoon, but she also enjoys lying on her back and having you just lay completely on top of her. She wants as much physical contact as possible. She loves rubbing your back or playing with your hair, and just kissing every inch of exposed skin she can reach.

She also enjoys having you sit on her lap. She’s constantly pulling you down onto her lap so she can wrap her arms around your waist and rest her chin on your shoulder. She doesn’t care who sees either, she’s happy to show off her love for you.

Isobel:

Isobel is such a love, omg. She’s unbearably sweet, she loves cupping your face in her hands and kissing you impossibly gently. She also loved just giving you random hugs throughout the day. Holding hands!! She just loves being near you.

She likes sleeping on her back, so she’ll let you cuddle into her side. She also adores playing with your hair as you fall asleep. It lulls you to sleep, and also helps her wind down after a long day. She also enjoys the way you trace patterns on her stomach as you two talk before bed, she cherishes how loved it makes her feel.

She’s not exactly shy about her affections, but she doesn’t enjoy the feeling of other people watching you share a moment. Those moments are private and sacred to her, so she tends to keep the affection light when people are around. Maybe just handholding and quick kisses.

When you’re alone though? This girl is showering you with all the affection you can handle.

A/n

Yes I know Aylins wings are technically just her armor but for the sake of the plot PRETEND THATS NOT TRUE !!