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[zwolfgames]

Sorry if this was asked before but have you considered Durge? (Dragonborn albino, I give him the spiky tail and fangs on his chin)

Heyyo (it totally hasn't been a super long time since I got this request, shh).

To answer simply, I've totally thought about it, because I too love the dragonborn default durge the game gives you, really cool concept.

But considering that he wouldn't be in the part canonically, he would be dead as seen in details throughout Orin's weird ahh temple.

Although canon-breaking isn't a big problem for me, seeing as I've already broken a lot of it, I was thinking of how I could possibly incorporate him into the story, but unlike Ketheric and kind of Gortash, he and Orin (being Bhaalspawn) seem like really child-unfriendly. teen or not, I don't think they could give a shred of care to the reader.

So it's really hard to include our little albino drurge into the found family since he doesn't have the motivation to care for anyone without his memory loss. Which, by not being in the party from the beginning, he does not have.

Does that make sense? I don't know.

So that leaves the choice on whether he's with Orin or dead. Dubble bosfight seems cool, maybe?

But he'll definitely get a mention in the story at some point, dead or not, Gortash still knew him, so did Orin (and Ketheric technically). So he's bound to come up at one point.

I hope that kind of answers it ( even though I seem delirious from exams and projects).

Alright! Thank you for interacting with my page! I love love love it! Thank you <33

ZWolfGames out.

[zwolfgames]

Platonic Yandere BG3 x Teen!Reader : content list.

Self-explanatory, I think.

Still running!

Chapters:

Chapter 1 (Original Drabble)

Chapter 2 (Goblin Camp)

Chapter 3 (Gith Creché)

Chapter 4 (Begin Act 2)

Asks:

Y/N tries to leave the party (Anon)

Party relationship with Y/N (Anon)

Y/N cooks and goes wash up (Anon)

More to come lol. Bye.

[zwolfgames]

The Shadow Cursed Lands.

Aight, here we are again. Everyone's favourite act, act 2, starts now.

Warnings: Technically kidnapping, Karlach cries :(

Other parts: Prev Part , Next Part , The List

(3rd person POV)

"This place stinks!"

Karlach complains as your little band of misfits walk through the path leading into the Shadow Cursed lands.

"Well, yes, everything here is rotting." Gale adds matter-of-factly, even jots a finger up as if pointing it out. Astarion quickly takes said finger to push Gale's hand back down to communicate that he's being embarrassing.

"It is a curse laid upon this land long ago; it saps up all of the living energy of this land." Halsin sighs sadly.

"Of course it's a curse; it's in the name, Shadow cursed lands." Astarion scoffs.

"None of you understand the beauty of this place; my lady Shar has made it her own." Shadowheart sighs in contentment.

You all but wish to groan. Ever since you'd stepped foot on this cursed soil, Wyll has been clinging to one of your arms while Lea'zel has practically attached to your side, if not for the two centimetres she's left to just not touch.

You've almost fallen over both of their legs...

"Is Y/N still breathing?" Halsin calls out from the front; he's been slowly pushed up front to get you away from him. Your companions seem to have agreed that aside from the tadpole issue, the druid is common enemy number one. After that stunt he pulled at the Crèche and all...

"No, they're dead." Astarion scoffs.

You make a dramatic dead face, making Karlach chuckle slightly.

"What?" Halsin asks in concern, trying to look backwards.

"They're fine." Wyll answers.

Halsin huffs with a curt nod, continuing to lead the group.

"So what do you reckon lives here?" You ask, trying not to shudder at the shadows grazing your back.

"Cursed shadows and vitality-drained past civilians, I'd imagine," Gale answers with a nod.

"Shadowheart, your deity has chosen quite an atrocious place to call her own." Lae'zel mocks.

Shadowheart fumes in silence, knowing it's not worth it to fight the Gith on this at the moment, especially since shadows are coming closer due to the lack of moon lanterns your group has.

"Everyone, quiet down. We should be finding the goblins here soon; they should believe we're part of them." Gale speaks.

"Who made you boss?" Astarion raises a brow.

"I am not acting as the boss; I am merely-" Gale starts before getting shushed by Halsin as the large man approaches the goblins.

"Fellow true souls... We have received a mission here in the shadow-cursed lands... you are to be our... escorts?" Halsin tries. Astarion rolls his eyes at the bad acting, knowing he could have done better.

The goblins raise their gnarly brows too. Maybe the random note you had all found in the goblin camp wasn't very accurate anymore... oh well-

Wyll seems to get a really good idea and pulls out some ugly lyre he must have gotten somewhere – oh wait, the Spider lyre... right... something something on that note about a guide.

"We've brought the Lyre..." Wyll interrupts. Showing the instrument.

"You play?" You ask in a whisper. Wyll stiffens up slightly, realising he doesn't... actually... no one does...

"Give me that." Gale scoffs, using some sort of spell to get it going into a song.

The lyre plays a soft yet eerie tune. Filling the dark lands with sounds it hadn't heard for a while.

Slowly, a bug-like clattering noise came closer. Big exoskeletal legs, by the sound of it. Honestly, you should have expected so. Spider lyre... It's going to be a spider....

"Who have we here? Followers of my lady?"

This strange drider speaks. His white hair flowing slightly in the almost nonexistent wind.

"Followers of the Absolute. They have a thing to do in Moonrise Towers." One of the goblins nods.

"I see... I am Kar'niss, your guide. You'd do best to stay close and not stray from my ladies' guidance." Kar'niss, or the drider, warns. Clutching his strange lantern tightly.

That is before he starts clattering away. Expecting you all to follow.

Lea'zel had already taken your arm tightly, on guard around both the goblins and the drider.

"You have quite a young follower with you." Kar'niss speaks to the two goblins walking closest by him.

The goblins turn to eye you for a moment before nodding along.

Lae'zel tightened her hold on you, almost afraid that the drider would take you from them.

She wasn't that wrong, however, as Kar'niss swiftly scooped you up for observation. And this being was damn tall due to his arachnid appendages. Almost like a centaur, just creepier.

You pale quickly as he looks you over from head to toe.

"I haven't seen a young one in quite some time... My lady would surely like to see you." Kar'niss states eerily. His eight beady black eyes flickering over your scared visage.

"Give them back." Lae'zel demands hastily, her teeth almost bared in honest rage at you being taken out of the group's reach.

"You do not demand of the guide!" One of the goblins yells back at your Gith friend.

Lae'zel then promptly bashes the goblin in with her greatsword.

The group stops moving as everyone tries to guess who is aggressive towards whom.

The hesitant glances only take a moment before a fight breaks loose. About half of your companions immediately try to jump Kar'niss to get you out of his chitin-covered hands.

The drider scowls in disdain as he dodges a spell or two, scurrying away with you firmly planted in his arms. A disadvantage for him since it keeps him from using his sword.

You yell to be let go to no avail; he's taken a fascination and will take you to the absolute.

"Get back here!" You hear Wyll yell angrily as he sprints after the both of you. As a folk hero, he does run quite quickly. Perhaps Lae'zel could beat him if she wasn't preoccupied with slaying the leftover goblins out of rage.

You yelp in surprise when Kar'niss starts scaling the wall like a true spider. Making your body weight lean onto his chest due to the change in gravitational direction.

The stone brick tower you're being taken up on... is this Moonrise Towers – oh fuck!

Your companions had to give up their chase when Kar'niss got too far since they were now left without the protection of the moon lantern.

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"And who might this be?"

A foreign voice speaks with great intensity as you're presented by the drider.

"I have found a little one in our ranks." Kar'iss explains. You'd been recently immobilised by spider threads. Sticky and restraining against your skin.

"And this is of note... why?" The old man before you asks. A dog made of solely bones lay by his side. The grey-bearded man wears quite the imposing armour, glinting in the sinister light of Moonrise Towers.

"I had presumed since you miss your daughter so... you'd appreciate a new young one." Kar'niss speaks.

You're flabbergasted. The old man is flabbergasted. You're somehow both just as perplexed at such a suggestion.

Your head suddenly pangs with a painful twist. A voice speaking to you telepathically.

'Child, do not trust Ketheric Thorm... Do you hear me?'

The voice booms in your head. It's quickly silenced as this supposed Ketheric sets a gauntlet-covered hand upon your head.

He seems to have noticed your mind's intruder.

"Do you serve the absolute, child?" Ketheric asks in a stern manner, the gem of his headpiece sparkling slightly.

"Uh.. yessir. With my life, body and soul." You declare in what leftover confidence you can muster up.

You realised you'd need to keep up the act of a mindwashed subject before you got killed out of suspicion.

"Come." Ketheric demands of you, his deep voice shivering down your spine as if audibly bass-induced.

Your mind debates on whether or not to do as he says... Do the followers of the absolute still have a shred of free will? You don't recall the answer, so obedience it is.

You now stand before this intimidating-looking man. The unfamiliar voice in your head silenced sheerly through his imposing aura.

The man grasps your jaw in his armoured hand. The cold metal practically sears into your skin. Causing a mild flinch. You hope it isn't that noticeable. Wouldn't want your act to drop.

Ketheric finishes his observations of you. Moving his hand in a fluid motion from your jaw to the side of your face, tucking a strand of your messed-up hair behind your ear in a slightly soft manner.

"Bring them to our paladin. She will keep her eyes on them and ensure proper training." Kethric decides in a grave tone. Letting Kar'niss take hold of your upper arm to drag you down into the tower, via the actual stairs this time.

Paladin...? What are they going to do? Teach you sword fighting? Aren't you a little too... magical for that?

A dull thud in the back of your head springs to life again. It's been getting worse ever since you got taken from the party...

Kar'niss drops you off at a familiar-looking drow woman, who is currently sharpening her greatsword on a grimy grindstone.

"You!" The woman gasps as if you personally disgraced the ground she walked upon. You recognise her now... The woman on the beach who had intended to kill you while you lay there vulnerable.

"Maybe..." You murmur awkwardly. Her hair still reminded you of your mother, though the comparison was making you increasingly uncomfortable considering she was part of this cult.

The drow goes over the details with Kar'niss briefly before almost hoisting you up by the arm.

"Barely any muscle to you. And Ketheric wants you trained? Pathetic welp." The woman snarls.

You recalled the drider had called her Minthara, so that was what you decided her name was.

She went on to grumble about being saddled up with burdens, one after another, as she dragged you towards a training area.

You were unceremoniously handed a sword. The cold grip of it feeling heavy against your skin. Being used to staffs and smaller daggers... this was a mile out of your comfort zone.

To your complete surprise, Minthara came running up towards you with a sword of her own. Slashing down at you without a shred of mercy behind her ruby eyes.

You let out a startled grunt as you block the attack just in time. Your arms immeadiatly bursting with warmth from the unfamiliar excersize, straining your muscles greatly.

"Lazy sorcerers. Can't even hold a sword." The drow snarls as she thuds the blunt side of her swords' handle into your abdomen. Making you buckle down and heave for breath. The attack rendering you breathless and in pain.

By the gods... where was the party when you needed them?

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"What do you mean, we can't go to Moonrise towers alone?" Gale snaps at the leader of the Harpers.

After your sudden abduction, they had ran around the Shadow-cursed lands in desperate search for you. Hoping dearly that wherever you were was safe.

Everyone was a bundle of nerves, ready to explode.

No one even dared to look at Halsin or he'd just go bezerk.

Jaheira was telling them of plans to infiltrate Moonrise towers, and that the party could under no circumstances go in alone and disrupt the Harpers' careful planning.

"If this child you speak of really got taken by a cultist, then they will be there. Alive or not." The female druid repeats once more. That little 'not' unsettled everyone greatly.

"When- When are you doing this attack?" Wyll pipes up, trying to stay calm and focused, as a folk hero should.

"In two days, we will strike from the bridge. You are all free to fight alongside us... or don't. Perhaps you plan to take advantage of the chaos of the battle to find this child?" Jaheira questions, obviously having better things to do than search for a child that isn't hers.

Lae'zel was bordering on furious, having to choose between wanting to be mad that the Harpers would assume they'd dishonour the art of war or being angry that they couldn't go get you sooner.

Off in the corner, Shadowheart was busy trying to get Karlach to stop crying. Whether the burning thiefling did so to try and score pity points or because of genuine emotion... nobody knew.

It's not like the tears could roll down her cheeks, as they evaporated rapidly.

"Fine, fine. We'll find Y/N during the attack." Gale almost spits. Honestly, he was scared out of his mind right now, imagining you dead on the floor of some cold dungeon cell.

Lae'zel attempted to snarl in protest, which Astarion hesitantly stopped, earning him a hateful glare from the Gith.

"I just hope they're safe..." Karlach sniffles, wiping a burning tissue over her red cheeks.

"Let's just aim for alive..." Shadowheart cringes. Not wanting to imagine the torture you're in.

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"I said high swing, not mediocre lopsided goblin swing!" Minthara screams at you, you're currently seeing spots, as you've been relentlessly sword training for the past two days.

The low amount of sleeping hours you're permitted, along with the meager diet and bad overall vibe of Moonrise towers, has been bringing you into great fatigue.

The drow woman did not seem to notice, though you've heard drow are often raised on harsh training like this...

Your knee almost gives out as she barks at the goblins on the side to stop yelling about being used to insult your technique.

"Again, Y/N. Now or no dinner." Minthara barks. You almost groan in exhaustion, you really needed dinner...

To your absolute delight, the alarm sounded, the tower was under attack, you presume. Maybe your party finally came for you... You almost gave up hope.

Before you can slink away into the crowds of fighting goblins to try and spot Halsin's height or Lae'zels' war cries, you're grabbed by your trainer.

Minthara quickly shuffles you away with her to what you presume is a safe room. Under the instruction of Ketheric, no doubt...

There went your chance of saving. The woman covered your mouth with a rag to shut you up in case you called out for help, standing guard at the door.

Goodbye hope....

Yayyy! A chapter (kinda).

Not as long as I wanted it, but I figured doing all of Act 2 in one chapter was a bit too much; there's still a whole bunch after Y/N's rescue. Don't say hi to Act 3 just yet.

Will make a post to bundle all the links regarding this series together because I'm getting lost myself. Also, holy space being I have 170 followers on here? Like, hi everyone? What the heck. Thank you <33

The exam period starts now, so I'll see what I can post. Sad ;(

From an overworked interior architect to you all, do not study architecture-related things; it's actually hell.

BTW is Grammarly bad as a grammar checker?

Until the next one :3

[zwolfgames]

Announcement (new fic)

Yo guys, sadly no new BG3 part yet (it's almost done, I promise!. I just had a very miserable month.)

But just a quick announcement that I've started a new fanfiction on my Wattpad account. It's Harry Potter universe, xreader obviously, but it's mainly about the reader time-travelling through the main time, Tom Riddle time and Hogwarts legacy time.

The first chapter (aka prologue) is posted down below if you're interested, though the rest of it will not be posted on Tumblr but on my Wattpad account (ZWolfGames).

Nothing cool happening in it yet since it's the prologue, just a quick introduction for the reader into magic world life.

Ok bye! (chapter under the cut, no warnings.)

(3rd person POV)

It was yet another sunny day of summer break.

Honestly, you were quite surprised to witness even a ray of sunshine, as you'd recently moved to a village on the coast of England. According to all your knowledge ever... it should be bitter, raining, and really damm cold here.

But it was pleasant instead. Perhaps you'd been lied to. Or you just had to stop trusting bad stereotypes.

You've honestly taken this move a lot better than your parents had been expecting. With your fathers' new work and promotion, your new house was better than the last. The school you'd gone to this year was fine too.

You sit on a blanket outside. Keeping the slightly damp grass from sullying your clothes. Not that it would have bothered you in particular, but your mother would have your arse for getting grass stains on your clothes past the age of five.

A ray of sunlight hits your face. Must be quite late if it's already setting. Luckily, you'd just finished the last page of the book that came out this year... Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Entertaining enough. A world of wizards and witches. How fantastical. You're sure you'd be a lot less bored if you went to a school that magical... and dangerous. Helps spice things up, no?

The nicest parts about these books were that the characters were the age you'd been that school year. A good year to be born, you suppose. You hoped the author would release the next one in a year as well.

Your head spun with all the spells you'd read of until now. How handy it would be to cast them. Alas. You never got a Hogwarts letter. It's simply fiction, after all.

Still... just a sway of your wand-

You grab a simple twig off of the ground.

A nice pose-

You stand in how you'd imagine the students there would during their lessons.

And a simple incantation-

"Bombarda." You speak in mock acting.

Of course, it's all just to play. Fourteen year olds are still children deep dow-

A harsh explosion sounds just before you, as a red gust of magic sparks from you. The bush before you blown to smithreens.

You pale just before clasping your jaw back shut to utter a quick: "Oh shit..."

In unnerved shock, you drop the twisting twig you'd picked up, looking around to see if there was anyone to witness this anomaly.

No one...

Just your garden... a bit away from other houses... Your parents probably didn't even hear the explosion.

Right?

Maybe you just imagined it. Surely you can't cast a spell from a fictional book-The bush is still in cinders. Reduced to mostly ashes.

Yikes... ok... maybe it's valid to freak out.

You continue to stare in slight horror, slowly taking some steps back from your magic mishap.

A 'Crack' of a sound is heard. And then another, and a another.

You're pretty sure you heard about five diffrent cracking sounds by now.With a snapping head turn you gaze upon the strange golden swirls appearing into the air. Multiple adult figures appearing out of seemingly thin air.

"Put the wand down." One of them speaks. You stare in confusion at the appearing figures. The one that spoke was a bit on the.. well fuller side. A fancy suit on, a lime green bowler hat held ny his side.

The others were varying other figures. One had a remarkably long white beard. A funny purple hat too.

You drop the stick from your hand, all of the appeared figures' gazes follow the brown twig, widening at the sight of... well a mere twig.

Only the bearded man held your gaze. A sense of shock in his misty eyes as he observed your face. As if reliving a sense of recognition.

Would be quite strange, considering you don't know any of these people. Honestly you should start screaming for your parents-

"Don't scream." The black haired man, next to mister longest beard ever here, spoke up. His black bobbed hair quite greasy in the summer lighting.

You furrow your brows at how he'd seemingly sensed your intentions.

"We are not here to harm you. You've simply broken the rules, you do know you can't cast magic outside of school, no?" The only woman here spoke. Her elderly face added up to her voice. Though she didn't seem as strict as she sounded.

"Uh... I mean.. I usually don't ... do magic in school either.." You speak in confusion. At this point all these people just look confused too.

A couple of silent seconds pass between you and all these eccentric people in your garden.

"You don't.. do magic?" The black haired man asks.

You shake you head.

"Then the bush cast ablaze itself?" He adds.

"Well... I was merely mimicking a spell from that new fictional work that's come out. 'Harry 

Potter' if you're familiar..." You cringe at having to explain that you were stupid enough to play out a little spell.

"Right. Albus?" The black haired man turns to the bearded one.

Wait a minute.. Albus... long beard... purple hat- oh great heavens that might just be Dumbledore. That book is real-

"Well in my expert advice... I'd say this young student here is a late bloomer." This supposed Albus Dumbledore decides.

Late... late bloomer. As in... your magic came late? Yea no way. Maybe you ate some weird plant out in the garden and you're terribly hallucinating.

"It's been long since we've seen one. But this one spoke out a spell, it wasn't accidental." The woman notes. If your theories are correct... and that is Dumbledore.. that the woman might be McGonagall.

"Could you demonstrate this spell again, child?" The man with the bowler hat asks you.

"I.. uh.. ok. Sure." You hesitate. Blow another thing up? Why are you even going along with this. You should be running. But the thought... of it all having been real. All those magical schools, the spells, the adventures...

You pick up the twig again and you see some of them raise their brows."A moment... you cast it.. with that. Really?" The seemingly secretairy next to mister bowler hat man asked.

You nod awkardly. She gestures at you to continue.

You're about to turn to the next poor bush to incinerate before greasy hair man- oh.. must be that Snape guy. If you recall correctly.

Well he fixes up the first bush. So... you can incinerate it again, you suppose?

They all stand in silent observation for your magic trick. Honestly you feel like it won't work this time just because they're all watching.

"Bombarda." You speak, less unsure and playfull then the first time. It feel right to cast with full confidence. Hesitation isn't asked of you.

Once again, a red flicker sparks from you and the bush explodes once more. The cinders smelling of burnt dry leaves.

"That's wandless magic." Dumbledore notes.

"And it's not any first year spell..." McGonagall adds.

You just stand there like a duckling without it's mother. Standing cluelessly as these weirdo's argue over what you just did.

"What school do you go to?" The bowler hat man suddenly asks.

"Just.. the one right down the street. Middle school and high-school combo.. whatever it is." You explain, rubbing your neck awkardly.

"I see. A muggle school." The man notes. You can't help but feel slightly offended at the term, now knowing all that stuff from the book was real, he's basically calling your school a normie school.

"Albus... I'm sure you wish to take this student on?" The man continues. Dumbledore nods politely.

"We'll leave you to it then." The bowler hat man decides and he dissapears with yet another harsh 'crack' of a sound. His secretairy doing the same moments later.

...

"So. This would be your official entrée into Hogwarts, if you wish to come. Ofcourse." Dumbledore speaks after another beat of silence.

You stand stunned for a moment. Hogwarts? As in no more math or P.E ever? Yea sign you the hell up.

"If you'd have me... mister.. Dumbledore?" You try politely. The old man laugh heartily.

"And what would your name be? Mysterious late bloomer." Dumbledore asks calmly. Yet you still see that strange sense of recognition in his eyes.

"(Y/N) (L/N). Sir." You introduce as asked of you. Refraining from bowing your head like an awkard dunce.

"Good, good. Well, as you may guess, you're quite behind the rest of your peers." Dumbledore starts, folding his wrinkled hands over one-another.

You cringe at the thought, what if they made you start all the way in first year with the eleven year olds?!

"But not to worry, you could study up over summer break." Dumbledore adds. Soothing your worries.

"I do not volunteer." Snape glares at the headmaster. The old man just smiles slightly.

"You will not be needed. (L/N) here will study by book." Dumbledore announces. You raise your brow, Snape raises both brows and McGonagall speaks.

"Albus? That is hardly protocol for such situations. One of our staff should tutor them." She protests, taken aback by Albus' intent of just handing you the books and leaving you to it.

"No, I'm sure it's the best way for our late bloomer over here." Dumbledore decides. A stern manner of soreness to his voice.

You gulp at the tought of being dumped with a bunch of thick books and little to no guidance. Sounds just like your school...

"And that is.. why?" Snape adds. Even he sounds concerned with the way this is going.

"They will learn better like this. Not to mention, I'll send an experienced wizard to check up on them by mid August." Dumbledore adds once more. His beard swaying along as he nods.

You blink in confusion. McGonagall sighs in expatriation. The woman dissapears with yet another crack, leaving only Dumbledore and the greasy haired potions master to stand in your sunny garden.

"It's settled then. You'll be studying the material as to be totally prepared by the time you come to Hogwarts." Dumbledore repeats, most likely for clarity.

"And this.. wizard?" You ask hesitantly. Still confused at all that happened in the past fifteen minutes.

"We will find you one. They'll just see if your progress is going well and give you any needed tips." Dumbledore smiles.

Just as he's finished explaining, McGonagall apparates back with yet another crack, a stack of horrifyingly thick leather bound books in her arms. Basic spells edition 94. Potions for Squibs. Herbology for a beginner gardener. Yea you were so screwed...

"Just a moment... I don't have.. well any of those supplies?" You start awkardly.

Dumbledare boldly hands you a pouch full of what sounds like coins and a parchment of items you're meant to go get.

"All is to be found in Diagon Alley." The man smiles before dissapearing with a thunderous 'crack'.

The two others do so aswell. And there you are, left standing in your garden with a still blasted away bush, a whole bunch of books and a list of items you're meant to get from a location you don't even known how to get to.

Oh.. and a pouch of gold coins~

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And so, the summer weeks slowly passed by. You looked absolutely insane to your parents, reading these idiotic books you 'got from the library'.

And hardest of all. You didn't know where Diagon Alley was. So you had no wand, no cauldron.. and no owl to send a letter to those people that gave you these books to help you.

So you struggled. And by struggled... you really mean struggled.

Casting even the most basic of spells with no wand was a challange you would have rather skipped. Who-ever they're sending to come see your progress better show you the way to this infamous shopping street.

But, eventually, you and your trusty twig (it was never the same one) got the hang off some spells. A simple 'Accio' was no longer a problem. You had an array of.. simple spells.

Potions... that was a diffrennt thing. You sat in your kitchen throwing things together. That clearly didn't work. You might actually need the right stuff for it.... Can't wing it like you did the charms.

And then... Transfiguration. McGonagall would hate you! You can't transform anything for the life if you! Squirel to boots? How are you even supposed to get a squirrel?!

Yea that was probably your worst subject. You don't even get how it works in general. It goes completely against your scientific belief that matter cannot be destroyed or created.

The thing you were most exited about wasn't even included in your summer course. There was no broom riding manual and there was obviously no broom!

What a bummer. A bummer of a summer.

Oh no... the experienced wizard comes tommorow!

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An knock sounded on your door the next day, early into the day too. You wonder if this wizard deliberatly chose this hour because he knew your parents would be out shopping or if he'd just gotten lucky.

You muster up some courage before opening your door and putting on a polite smile. 

The man before you meets your gaze with a disgusted sneer, wow... what a jolly fellow.

"You're Y/N L/N?" The man asks, his silver eyes narrowing. Quite a fancy looking wizard, in comparison to hos silly those other five dressed. Who even comes check up on a random kid in a full suit, a cane no less.

You wonder if this guy was also in the books. You only had your imagination to go off of, afterall.

"That would be me, yes. Nice to meet you." You hold your hand, manners and all. You have to leave a good impression on fancy wizards, no doubt.

"Lucius Malfoy. And don't expect me to touch a mudblood." This certain Lucius Malfoy speaks- Lucius Malfoy? Oh boy... that was that Draco guy's dad. Why did they send him to check up on you? This has got to be a joke, sending a pureblood supremacist to help out a muggleborn, let alone a late bloomer. You've been set up to fail, no doubt.

Mister Malfoy here must have noticed your paling face as he scoffed.

"Come on, I don't have all day. Get to demonstrating what you've learned." Lucius glares you down from his respectable height. The mans arms crossed firmly over his chest. You're feeling constantly judged.

"Right.." You nod and gulp as subtly as you can, stepping past him to make your way outside as to not blow your house up by accident.

Lucius remains silent as he observes what you're doing, that is until you pull out the simple twig you've been using in place of a wand that he still himself.

The reason for such a reaction being that you just cast one of the spells you learned with this fake wand. He can already tell you don't think much of such a feat but that's basically wandless magic.

"Where's your wand, child?" Lucius stands straighter as if to remain intimidating. His blonde hair flowing in the wind of your garden.

"Well- I haven't exactly been able to get to Diagon Alley.. yet." You smile sheepishly. Your gaze awkardly gravitates to the ground.

"You've been doing wandless magic all summer?" Lucius adds. A judegmental eyebrow raised as he eyes the twig in your grasp once more.

"I.. Guess? I mean I've been using this twig." You offer with equal awkardness. God why was talking to these magic people making you so nervous? You're not like this around your own teachers.

Lucius grabs the twig from you and snaps it in two without a word ar a shred of care in his cold eyes.

"Cast a spell again." He orders sternly, narrowing his eyes at your form.

Now you have to admit, you're a bit lost at the moment, you'd used that twig to get the right pose and to let your mind think you're doing it right. But without it...?

You nod hesitantly. Trying to cast the same spell you had done before without your trusted twig.

Oh this was way harder. And you most likely looked like a bufoon waving your hand around.

Yet by the second try, you did cast the spell, albeit a bit too unsurely to get it perfectly.

You look over to Lucius, his gaze not giving a lot away about his reaction.

"You will be getting a wand." He decides.

"Eventually, yes.. But I can't really get to shopping yet-" You start.

"Go take your funds. We're going." Lucius scowls. As if the very idea of helping you, a muggleborn, to get anywhere repulses him. But even he can't deny your magical prowess. Especially for a late bloomer.

You straighten up in surpise. Nodding quickly before running into your house again to grab the pouch of wizarding money Dumbledore had given you.

Well... This does solve the problem of you not getting to Diagon Alley. But shopping with Lucius Malfoy? Seems quite outlandish.

You sprint back outside and the blonde man eyes you in lere disgust that you dare run for something like that.

You already don't like this guy... so judgemental.

"And who gave you that?" Lucius raises an eyebrow, his face still a slight sneer.

"Dumbledore did.. sir." You nod. Lucius just scoffs at that and gestures yoy to come closer reluctantly.

You take some awkard steps closer, yet he demands more proximity. At this point you're questioning this mans' intentions.

"Hold on. If you let go I'm not coming to find you." Lucius warns and takes hold of your upper arm tightly.

You almost jump, unsure og what he means by that.

That is before the same harsh 'crack' of a sound is heard and you're thrown into a flurry of colours and shapes. Feeling nauseus as all hell while it feels like your insides are getting torn out.

Yet your discomfort only takes a moment before you find yourself on a cobbled street. Strangly dressed folks pass you without a care in the world.

Yea heave slight and your current supervising lets go out of urgent disgust.

"Keep it in, you muggleborns are pathetic, I swear." Lucius murmers the last part.

You regain your bearings slowly, looking around the crowded street. Yes... just as decribed in the books... this must be it. Diagon Alley.

"Go on then. Buy your supplies." Lucius urges as if he has somewhere better to be... Which he probably does considering his family buisiness and all.

You nod, takin ga first shakey step before walking normally again. If that was apparating, then you never wanted to learn it.

Shopping goes quite efficiently as it isn't that close to the beginning of the school year yet. No last minute students flocking to the shops to get all their stuff.

You'd obtained your wand, finally. Olivander was quite a nice fellow. Spouting on about how he's had your wand ready for a while now. Maybe he somehow knew you were a late bloomet, who knows?

It was a fine eleven inch, dark maple wand, almost elegant in shape, with swirling engravings and a dragon core. Though Lucius had seemed surpised at the wand you'd gotten. Strange, who's he to judge someone he just met?

Capable of great magic.. that sounded nice to you.

You have to hand it to yourself, suddenly getting acsess to all these spells and magic abilities gives a lot of confidence to someone who's used to living as a muggle.

Ofcourse, all the rest of your supplies came too. Your funding drained to two measly Galleons Dumbledore must have left you to get a sweet treat sometime.

And obviously Lucius let you carry it all yourself. You were feeling like a mule while that patriarch strutted around like a little princess with not a single book in his hands.

"I see you're finished?" Lucius notes as you're standing there like a cazy person with about a dozen thick books and a whole cauldron.

Not to mention the mandatory owl they'd written down on your parchment of supplies. Since your parents didn't have one for you to use.

A great horned owl. Not too shabby. Not the typical cute type, but it had looked as if it had been in it's cage for a really long time and you felt sad immeadiatly.

You nod to Lucius, who approaches you once more. Taking your arm again.

"Hold onto all your stuff now." The man orders, just a bit less stern then last time. Perhaps you're growing on him! Probably not though!

You get apparated again. Landing back in your garden. You almost drop your stack of books and almost fall over your cauldron as the man lets go of you again.

"Now, show me a spell once more, with your wand." Lucius starts. Waiting not so patiently.

You nod and take your stance.

"Depulso." You cast quickly. Not one of the harder ones, obviously. And defenitly not Transfiguration.

A lawn chair gets pushed back. Wow, this is way easier then with your hands!

Lucius observes in silence.

"L/N." The man starts, attempting to grasp your attention while you're fascinated with your wand.

You do finally look up at him, he continues to speak: "I want you to do something for me. Continue to train wandless magic. Don't neglect it."

"I.. will. Ok." You nod. Fonding it strange that he's trying to ask you to do anything in such a... kind manner. Almost like he wants to foster your skill.

Lucius nods and before he even bids you farewel he dissapears with yet another 'crack'.

You're left standing outside again. Though your attention quickly flicks back to your owl as it hoots.

What a day...

[zwolfgames]

Аe you going to write part 4 for bg3? I love it soo much. And may you write headcanons about searching of reader if they tried to leave the gang? Like to leave during cooking of meal or other daily things?

Heyyo guys! Ofcourse I am, I usually alternate between writing a chapter for my main Wattpad story and then a part or oneshot here on Tumblr! A proper part 4 is on the way.

As for your headcannon request, I'll assume it's for a more casual 'Imma up and leave for the afternoon to be alone' and not a total runaway because then I'd be writing the same plot as around end Act2- begin Act3 in a way earlier timeframe. So sorry if it's not as totally angsty and exiting as intended. :<

Warnings: None

Headcannons: (once again, I feel really bad at making these)

The general idea is that you'd slip away for some solitude while some compagnions were arguing, for example. Obvious pairings for a great argument would be Lae'zel and Shadowheart, Wyll and Astarion (about the vampire teaching you rogue tricks), Gale and Halsin (Most dad aligned, can't share) and Minthara with anyone in the future (I'm still trying to recruit her in game, bear with me here...)

So you'd use this ruckus as a valid distraction to slip away.

Being as smart as you are for a teen, you'd found yourself in a secluded tree, high enough in it's branches to remain unnoticed. A good ways away from camp, you wouldn't want to hear them argue in your little safe zone.

It's normal for kids your age to go around on their own and explore a bit. Children that get too sheltered don't grow up securely later on in life.

It's a good argument. But not good enough for your compagnions once they stop their own argument.

It would likely be Halsin or Lae'zel to notice first (Wyll's a close second). As they're the most observant, especially when it comes to keeping an eye on you.

The camp quickly flips, obviously. At this point they've all gotten too attached to you already.

Shadowheart is quick to blame Astarion for either 1, sucking you dry and leaving you for dead, or 2, teaching you to do such things like running off.

Astarion's offended and from there on refuses to aid them with his superiour smell. Not like he can smell you properly, you're not bleeding. But he'd rather be petty and have the rest think he knows where you are so that it doesn't look like he's panicking aswell.

And so starts their search for you.

Gale's casting magic no ones ever heard of to try and locate you.

Shadowheart is pleading to Shar (this is before the temple of Shar, so well duh)

Lae'zel seems to suddenly believe she has the realms' best nose and tries sniffing trough the air.

Wyll is just searching together with Karlach in search of you.

Astarion is sulking, beacuse he just got blamed.

And ofcourse, Halsin has taken on bear form to track you the hell down.

All this while, you get to relax in your little spot, content with a well earned moment of solitude.

Now as you could imagine, it doesn't take long.

Halsin or Gale are the most likely to find you since they're actually using working methods.

Now depending on which of those two get to you first changes the outicome.

If Gale were to find you, he'd give you a stern talking to before giving in when you explain that you just wanted some peace and quiet. he understands, he's a damm wizard who's lived in a tower for years, he yearns for solitude now and then aswell.

Now Halsin, pretty much the same stern talking to, but instead of sympatyzing with your need for solitude, you are now practically stapled to his side until trusted again.

He would ofcourse allow you alone time, aslong as he's there. (So not very alone time...)

The camps druid really seems to think he's an exception to your need for solitide. Why? Nobody knows. Some paternal instict in him sings now that he's met you and there's nothing you can do to change it.

In a possible event that this does happen in the canon story line, it would only further strain your compagnions' relation with Halsin. They're slowly getting fed up with how blunt he is about his possesivenes of you. Yes, they get it. They're feeling the same. But they still share and protect you together.

Welp, that was wayyy too short, I apologize, the idea's aren't blessing me at the moment... ToT

Thank you for your ask though! Every ask I get helps me think about situations I wouldn't have thought of before and that really fleshes out the storyline and how the compagnions would act! <3

I hope this satisfies enough!

Have a nice day/night!

ZWolfGames out.

[zwolfgames]

Helloo sweetie!:3 Can I request drabl with Halsin and reader, when they are cooking meal for others or time to bad for reader with Halsin or Gail or all team members

Hehehe ofcourse <3

(In the drabble au of teen!tav Halsin is mostly managing Y/N and Gale does the cooking with em. Also i dunno if you meant bed or bath so were doing both :3)

Warnings: Yandere implications, bear licks you

(3rd person POV)

"Y/N, be a dear and hand me the carrots, will you?" Gale holds his hand out as he awaits his precious carrots.

You pick the root like vegetables up to hand them to him. Lazily staying beside Gale as he cooks so you'd get the first portion, and he's kinda teaching you how to cook as the weeks with this group go on.

It's not that you can complain, your mother would be impressed if you came back home after this adventure as a master chef.

"Alright, now watch as I add the secret ingredient." Gale muses proudly as he pulls out a lump of salt.

You feel your face fall into an unimpressed deadpan at the 'secret ingredient' you've been asking for for weeks. It's just been salt the whole time? With how great gale's meals are you expected it to be some magic stuff... fairy sparkles or something... mermaid scales?

No, just salt. And there's no way thats it, you know how salt tastes and there's no way that it's saving the horrendous ingredients he's throwing together.

"You're lying." You cross your arms and narrow your eyes into an accusatory glare.

"What? No, I'm not. I would never lie to you." Gale smiles in alusement. A mischievious twinkle sparkles in his eyes.

You roll your eyes in annoyance and stir a bit in one of the pots.

"Gale's lying right now, actually." Shadowheart notes as she appears next to you to steal a carrot.

"That's not true, stop trying to make me look bad in front of Y/N." Gale huffs in agitation. Shadowheart looks amused and observes the dinner you're helping make.

"Boar again? Did Astarion or Halsin bring it in?" Shadowheart asks.

"Wyll did." Gale notes, you nod along to confirm.

"Wyll can hunt?" Shadowheart asks with a lame look of disbelief.

"He can do anything, I'm pretty sure." You shrug.

The half elf shakes her head at your words.

"And as if Astarion would share his hunt." Game adds boredly.

"What was that? I heard my name." The vampire shows up behind everyone. Looking as smug and confident as ever.

"Speak of the devil and you'll see his tail." Shadowheart notes as she bites a piece off of the carrot she snatched.

"Excuse me? I am far from the devil, as far as I know i look better then all those hellions." Astarion huffs.

"What's got you so confident?" Gale asks with a raise of his eyebrow.

Astarion preens and sways his left wrist around a bit.

You're confused for a moment before you remember he begged you to make him a bracelet after he caught you making jewlery with a nice gem you found while you were supposed to be sleeping.

"Right, and why does this ugly artifact make you feel better?" Gale asks with a bit too much sass for somebody who doesn't have a super cool custom bracelet.

Astarion awkardly looks at you to see if you care for the insult to your masterpiece. But considering you made it without willingness, you really don't.

"How could you say that, Y/N made it for me." Astarion scoffs despite your unbothered look.

"They what? Really?" Gale looks genuinly surpised. Looking at you quickly after.

Astarion smirks as if that means he won the lottery. You really don't get why these fully grown adults act more like a band of children then you do.

"Y/N, it doesn't mean anything, right?" Gale asks in devestation.

You raise a brow in confusion at this strange question. Why ofcourse, it's a gift of marrige. What does he think you'll say?

"Uh, no, he just wanted a bracelet." You admit simply.

"Then I want one too." Gale decided enviously. Glaring at the pale vampire as if he's just seen the elder brain.

"That'll be 500 gold." You shrug. Resisting a smirk as he looks shocked you'd charge. Astarion subtly looks over at you with a proud smirk. You didnt charge him, but atleast you've learned from him to always charge when there's a market.

"Y/N, please, I'll tell you the actual secret ingredient." Gale bargains.

"Gale just doesn't wnat to admit he's broke." Shadowheart smirks in amusement.

"Is the water supposed to do that?" Wyll steps up to the group and points at the pot you were stirring as it bubbles over.

You yelp and pop the lid off and stir in hopes of it going away.

Gale pales and scoots you aside before you burn yourself as he takes over the stirring.

"Best cook here, they say." Shadowheart snickers lightly.

Gale throws the half elf a glare before peering into the pot wether or not dinner is ruined.

"It's fine. And if it wasn't you could all starve." Gale huffs.

Astarion gasps in mock offence, as if he even eats dinner.

"Ah, how is dinner preperation fairing?" Halsin walks up to the group, casting a shadow ove you as he stands behind you.

"Fine enough, hungry?" Gale hums, stirring the pot at a constant pace.

"Very." Halsin nods, placing a hand on your shoulder. You swear, the druid makes you feel like a dwarf anytime he comes close.

"Y/N, have you shrunken?" Halsin asks wit ha friendly smile.

Your eye twitches slightly before you shake your head.

"Maybe you grew, Halsin." Shadowheart notes.

"Must be beacuse of all my excellent cooking!" Gale smiles happily. The crowd momentairilly goes quiet.

"I hear cooking!" Karlach shuffles inbetween Wyll and Sahdowheart.

Gale drops his now frozen smile and nods with a more normal, little smile.

As Gale announves dinner officially, Lae'zel finally comes over aswell and you help serve everyone their bowl of broth.

The evening turns nice and cozy as the sun starts to set, casting a familiar warm glow over the party.

You le your bowl lay on your lap as you finish dinner, just letting the rays of fading sunshine kiss your face.

That is until your moment of peace is abrubtly interupted by two large hands scooping you up from inder your armpits. The image aching to that of a wet cat getting taken away bu it's dissapointed owner.

"Hey! Put me down!" You start kicking around in annoyance. You hear Halsin laugh, as you've quickly determined tha the is the one holding you.

"Don't think so, cub. I've noticed you're in dire need of a wash. And our camp has this crisp river right next to it." Halsin muses. Holding you up with not a single bit of trouble.

"I am not, I bathed last.. uhh.. week." You recall with a cringe. People in the very far future light find that a long time, but for people living in a medival like fantasy world that's probably a lot.

"Ah ah, no excuses." Halsin shakes his head.

"I can make excuses, I'm not a kid!" You protest. For some reason that stills the elf holding you for a moment.

"You may think so but to me you are, cub." Halsin speaks seriouslt before carrying you over to said river.

You are uncerimoniously thrown in with a large splash following your descent into the cold water.

You shiver as the liquid drenches into your also quite dirty clothes.

You don't have to wait for long until eqaually wet fur touches your arm. This bastard wild shaped to bathe. Smart in its own way, bears can handle the cold way better.

Halsin, as a bear, wraps his paws around you and starts licking your hair up into probably the worst hairstle you've ever had, and that includes the one you cut on yourself when you were four.

"Stop that! You'll make me smell worse!" You protest in annoyance, This whole day was keeping you on your toes and you didn't even have to fight anyone.

Halsin lets out a low growl of amusement as he washes you off as a real bear would a real cub. Wich is clearly not appreciated by you. Wich is totally fair, you don't think anyone would want this. Actually you'd rather that mysterious lady on the beach had actually stabbed you to death.

Due to your discomfort you don't pay much attention to the rest of camp practically glaring your strange caretaker down. Half are a bit disgusted, half are more so envious.

Who's who? You'll never know.

You're totally done with today, actually. It's like the longer you stay with these people the younger you get treated. It's ridiculous. Also how are you meant to sleep with a damm bear holding you? What is Halsins problem!

You grumble under your breath as you lay in the elfs tent. Wich is not yours! But Maybe it's a good thing that you're not in yours, considering someone's currently going through your stuff for 'safety reasons'. not that you'd ever know. They just need some enchantments put on your gear, nothing that would track you down, no they would never...

You eventually get used to the warmth of the beast behind you and doze off to sleep, onto annoyed and irritating dreams.

Yo guys :')

I dunno how long it's been, and this ask may seem totally wack because I wrote it in like 3 sentences at a time.

I'll make the excuses quick. Architecture is a hell of a university course and I'm going crazy with the teeny amount of free time I have. I don't even get the time to squish my stressed up feelings into fanfiction anymore ToT

At this point I might actually go crazy.

Anyways hope that you enjoyed this drabble even if it's stinky and badly made. I'm working on all the other asks I have but it's currently exam period so I might just die.

Adios!

[zwolfgames]

Are you alive?

Ya'll I'm so sorry if anyone is worried. I am 100% alive and will not leave soon. 😔🙏

University is just keeping me extremely busy (architecture) so I'm slowly working on the drafts and requests that I have.

Sorry for the absence, I'll have something done in an unknown period of time.

Here is a cat.

[zwolfgames]

HHOORAY! BG3 update! I hope you will continue the series, but in the meantime, you can't write a little work about the relationship of the squad, because judging by your last work, everyone became a little jealous of the reader and behaved more intensely.

Me when any ask I can answer ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

Hope you meant can write a little work because otherwise I'm embarrasing myself heavily here.

So here's a little breakdown of all the party members' feels towards you and towards eachother at the end of act 1!

Warnings: Slightly jealous idea's

Lae'zel: (Just to mention that if the part of Lae'zel caring for the Gith egg from the creché didn't exist in game I'd have assumed that she hated kids, but that is a mother ya'll)

Lae'zel had been the first one to meet you, so by the age old saying she found you first so you're hers.

At the end of Act 1 she's started to accept that she does care about you and your wellbeing and that it's better to fight for you instead of against her protective feelings for you.

Obviously it's in het nature to be slightly possesive, but Lae'zel doesn't go overboard yet. The other party members are handy for nown they help in fights and that wizards cooks. Atleast she doesn't have to make you meals, Lae'zel already expects you to be disgusted.

The Githyanki woman manages to get along with Wyll, Haslin and surpisingly Karlach as they seem to want the same, protect you. Simple as that. Make it out alive, and maybe give you back to this mother that you keep mentioning if they really have to.

Lae'zel can't work with Shadowheart (obv) and dislikes the tricks Astarion teaches you. She's fine with Gale helping you learn new spells but she personally dislikes the guy just for being how he is.

Shadowheart: The second one you met. The half elf isn't sure what she feels towards you. On one side, you're quite annoying, with your childish behavior and silly jokes. But deep down Shadowheart does feel some sort of responsibility for you. You got stuck in this adventure too. You both have a worm in your brains.

She can sympathise with you and will keep you out of harms way if possible. Though if she had to choose between you or her godess, you're scrapped quite quickly at the moment. Not that that would emain the same after the Shadowfell...

Shadowheart can get along with Lae'zel as well as the gith can with her. So basically a harsh no.

Though the half elf does share some banter and talks with Astarion, and Karlach, she prefers to work and act in solitude, even if thats not possible with the current group. She doesn't have a big problem in letting the rest handle you, it makes it easier for her. But she did feel a strange tingle of jealousy when Halsin ran off with you during the creché fight.

This singular event has made her wary of Halsin, she's more likley to guide you a bit more away from him. Heal you more so he doesn't get the chance to be caring towards you. Yes, it's petty, but she was the one healing you first.

Shadowheart doesn't really have a strong opinion on Gale and Wyll, theyre just there.

Wyll: Wyll has it in him to protect younger ones (as seen by his first appearances) and this obviously applies to you too. He's not exactly fond of the idea that this band of randomly accumelated misfits are your guardians at the moment. He'd like for you to stick closer to him.

Afterall, he is a known hero. He can teach you some swordfighting, or some spells, you don't need Gale for that! And he simply despises Astarion, not for what or who he is, but simply because he's been teaching you how to steal and do other knarly pranks.

That's not Wyll's idea of a well raised child. He could do better if only you'd let him. He is yet to figure out that he can also just hog you like the rest does and that you don't hang out with anyone by choice.

He was glad with Halsins presence up until the creché incident. Echo Shadowheart, he feels like the druid is getting too daring with you. Who does he think he is? He just joined the party! He probably doesn't even know your favourite colour...

Wyll feels neutral with the rest, he can get along with Karlach the most, wich is surpising considering he was tasked to kill her for so long, but he can see the two of them raising you the best.

Astarion: A fan favourite, he thinks he's your favourite too. Not genuinely.. he's got his respectable insecurities. But surely his laid back and 'cool uncle' behavior makes you have more fun, right?

He's actually been quite attentive of your behavior, not having been around kids in a long time has made him intrigued. He can see how you don't look pleased with the other's overbearing behavior. So he won't do so. You can manage yourself just fine, especially with the tricks he's teaching you.

Astarion will push you out of the way of danger when needed. But he doesn't want that to show, he'd rather you think he just finds you funny and that's why he talks to you, not because he's genuinly worried and cares. It's not something he can admit to himself yet.

The vampire has some opinions on the rest of the group. He can be at ease with Karlach and Shadowheart.. Gale... on occasion.

Before the creché incident he got along with Halsin a bit too, personally the vampire found him a perfect piece of flesh to set his teeth in. But that little manouver went over his non official boundaries about you. He was worried when you dissapeared! He felt like this was something he'd be more inclined to do.. not Halsin..

His opinion on the rest of the party is slightly distrustfull, simply because of how much they smother you and how displeased you look with it. He's very empathic, don't you see!

Karlach: Karlach loves you, seriously, you're funny, you can joke with her and you're helping them solve this worm problem? She thinks you're awesome.

She's missed this playfullness in Avernus so much, just someone to goof off with! And obviously you fight with her, so she will protect you. You're smaller, it's only fair.

Karlach also gets along with Wyll well, same goals and all. She's thinking maybe you could join up with her when she gets her engine fixed and you can all go out adventuring with Wyll. Wouldn't that be a blast?

Now at the end of act 1, she's probably the one your most comfrotable with, even if Astarion would go cry in a tent if you said it. You may not be able to touch Karlach without getting severe burnwounds, but thats really handy, atleast she doesn't manhandle you like a familiar elf.

Karlach was quite furious when Halsin took you away, wich is kind of why they made it out of that Creché alive, her rage fueled the fight greatly.

Karlach wasn't very possesive of you at first, but atfter said event she's grown to accept that this is a hostile enviroment and not all party members can be trusted.

The only one she currently has a galring eye on is Halsin, though she find Lae'zel and Gale a bit unnerving. But she can live with it.

Gale: Your new and trustworthy magic teacher! No he hasn't accepted that you're a sorcerer and that his way of teaching you magic is way too strange for someone that just suddenly made up fireball by themselves. He's a bit oblivious about his teaching. Wich is strange, because he takes notice of all your other signs.

Gale has grown attached fast, he doesn't have Tara with him, and he's been lonely for a while. He's never thought he wanted a kid but you surely seem to make the idea spark in his head. He would explode for you, litterally, but a certain wizard hasn't come to tell hil that's possible yet.

He's a very overbearing guy with this new experience of having a kid, making sure your tent is set up right, making you read to stay smart. And due to him wanting to raise you his way, he's having a hard time getting along with Lae'zel, Halsin and Wyll. Not to mention that he can't stand the vampire! He's hogging you to learn you stupid tricks. Knock is way more important- what do you mean you know that already?!

The wizard has been wary of Halsin ever since you've all saved him. Seems he was right when the man ran off with you. Gale praises himself for his right gut feeling even though he's done nothing to prevent this from happening.

Honestly he just wants this to be over and go home with you in tow.

Halsin: The worst one of the bunch. You came to save him, he saw you (a little kid in his eyes) with a bunch of weird compagnions and knew he had a job to do here.

Halsin was quick with his protectiveness over you. The amount of time he's spend protecting the grove and living as a bear wasn't helping. He'd like to call you his cub, but even he isn't delusional enough to see that you'd freak out at the meaning of it...

Halsin actually doesn't like anyone in the group, he can get along with everyone, yes, but the only one he finds even slightly ok is Wyll.

Sadly his friendly act fell appart when he pulled his stunt at the Creché.

Don't blame him too much, he thought they were all going to die. If they did he would have tracked right back to the grove with you. Actually, that would have been way better for you considering the people you're about to face in the Shadowcursed lands.

There's not too much to say about Halsins behavior around the rest, he's mostly busy handling you, picking you up, subtly distracting you from the rest, teaching you his own learnings.

It's honestly disturbing that he went overprotective the fastest. You just met the guy less then a week ago!

Hope that answers the ask well enough! If not do let me know :3

I honestly have no idea how this concept is even being written, I don't think i was concious for half of the plot i made up. What happens happens, don't die.

And thank you for the ask! If my parents weren't home I'd have squealed. <3

[zwolfgames]

The Creché is super safe, right Lae'zel?

(Yo guys, been a while but that's because uni is kicking my aft :3. Here's more BG3)

Warnings: mentions of yandere stuff ig

Other parts: Begin, Goblin camp, The list

(3rd person POV)

Well, that goodbye party with the thieflings from the grove had been great.

Astatrion had snuck you some wine while no-one was looking since you told him you never had any. Worst idea a two hundered year old could possibly have but who are you to judge?

Halsin had decided to stick by your group as he had some buisiness to take care of in the shadow cursed lands... And he just met such a cute little cub like you, surely these weirdo's you're travelling with aren't keeping you out of harms way, as a responsible and wise druid he must step up to protect you!

This change in the team hadn't gone unnoticed by any of your compagnions, Lae'zel no longer found herself able to walk close to you on the way to the shadow cursed lands, as did many others notice that they weren't having as much time with you either since that new big elf guy was hogging you the whole time to teach you about plants!

You were focussing ahead as you had all stepped onto a lift, bringing you to a lower part of the mountain pass. From the moment you had all found Githyanki remains, Lae'zel started insisting that you must all go to the creché...

It's sweet to think she beliefs they'd help any of you... but your hopes were low, as your mother had described.. usual Gith were very cruel creatures, not only to themelves but to outsiders aswell.

"Are you sure about this? We can't exactly fight a whole bundle of gith on our own." Karlach bites her lip as she hesitantly speaks to Lae'zel about her worries.

"They will not harm us as long as you all stay by me." Lae'zel tsks and keeps walking up front.

"Karlach has a point, we do have a kid with us." Wyll adds.

"Teen." You correct with a face that should get the message over that you're done repeating that.

"You think they'd harm our youngling?" Lae'zel growls in offence.

"Yes? Y/N's not exactly the same species..." Wyll nods.

"What if we just all paint ourselves green?" Gale adds with a mocking tone.

"Shut up before you anger her." Shadowheart hisses and nudges Gale in the ribs.

The wizard let's out a little 'ow' as everyone marches on.

You all arrive at the door as two Githyanki guards asses your group, weapons unsheated. If you weren't confident in the fact that these people care about you enough to jump in the way if you were to be attacked you might have been nervous.

"State your purpose." One of the guards demands Lae'zel with a sneer.

You zone out as she starts telling that same story about how you all got kidnapped by mindflayers and infected and bla bla bla...

They eventually let you all in, apparently Lae'zel had a charm to her you wouldn't have ever noticed by the way she smooth talked you all into the creché.

"Behave, we must get cleansed by the Zaith-isk..." Lae'zel explains shortly.

"I call shots." You raise your hand.

"You will not be going first. I say we let the vampire do it." Shadowheart huffs.

"Excuse me? Let these Gith poke around in my brains? Defenitly not! I'd lose all my charm." Astarion huffs in offence.

"I will go first, it is my right." Lae'zel states clearly. No one seems to object so thats all fine.

You take a step back as Lae'zel lays down in the strange looking Gith apperature. The machine doesn't move before the scientist of the local Creché flips a brass lever, making the machiene whir to life.

It looks a bit too roganic for your liking, not exactly a machiene if it's got organic parts.. is it?

As the Zaith-isk started doing.. whatever the hell this is, you and your party stared in concern as Lae'zel started screaming.

Yea that... can't be good.. And no ones doing anything but staring.

Seriously, do you have to do everything here? That machiene obviously wasn't going to let Lae'zel out alive.

You snatched the crossbow off of Wyll's back and took aim, clicking the string into place before lodging an arrow into a nook between the plating and the delicate wiring inside of this strange contraption.

The Zaith-isk sparked and rumbled before it partially exploded and pushed Lae'zel out.

Your gith compagnion looked stunned and angered.

The question was, was she going after your head or the scientists'?

"You- Why did you do that!? I was getting cleansed!" Lae'zek seethes. looking ready to strangke you if it weren't for the annoyance of a protective instict that you've brought up in her in this journey.

"Frying you alive you mean? Yea, thank the kid instead." Astarion scoffs with an added tsk.

Lae'zel then turned to the Githyanki scientist, looking infuriated.

"You were planning for me to die?" She growls, sharp teeth bared.

You hide a bit behind Wyll as Lae'zel raises her sword.

The other Gith starts yelling for reinforcements and you stiffen in slight nervousness. A whole camp of Gith is... a challange.

"I think we're screwed." You whisper to no one in particular.

"No, no we have this.. uhm.. do you remember that spell I taught you, Y/N?" Gale whispers back, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"Uh.. no." You shake your head. The wizards sigh in dissapointment.

"The one with the hail?" Gale tries again.

"Oh, yea. I do know that one." You nod now.

"Good, now, just keep the hail at the entrance of the door as long as possible, so that everyone that runs in slips and falls, ok? We will take them out." Gale tries to smile. What an ass of a plan. As if Gith are that prone to slipping.

But whatever, Gale knows exactly what he's doing, doesn't he?

...

"On your left!" Karlach shouts in fear as she sees a spell fly your way.

You look to your right like world's most incompetent child and get hit square on the chest with some random pshycic spell.

It flings you back right into a diffrent Gith soldier who growls and raises his sword.

You freeze him with your hands as you yelp in pain from the impact.

Gale's plan had only worked for about the first two soldiers that ran in before they realized they just had to shuffle in instead of run.

And now you're all fighting for dear life.

Karlach bashed the head in of the Gith you just froze. You let out a shudder at the blood that splashed on you.

This room was a damm bloodbath.

And that annoying voice in your head didn't stop shouting about the tadpole's you had to pocket before they got smashed.

Seriously, as if you cared!

All in all, it was chaos.

Not an alignment you were that comfrotable with.

You suddenly felt yourself getting scooped up. Debating between panic and rationality you decided to look behind you as to who had the audacity to pick you up. And ofcourse it's Halsin-

And why is he sprinting out with you?! The fighting isn't over!

You struggle in the elfs grip but he doesnt let up before he's made it outside. All the Gith were busy with your group.. so they didn't seem to care about the two of you escaping. The singular guard that ran after you got vine trapped before halsin made it to the exit, so that seemed solved.

"Where are we going!? We can't just leave everyone behind." You frown as the tall elf keeps walking away from the Creché.

"Out of harms way, you have no place amongst battle." Halsin shakes his head.

"Hey, I saved you in battle along with the party back at the Goblin camp!" You protest.

"Wich as reckless, your compagnions clearly don't have your best intrest in mind." Halsin huffs as he takes you up to the ruin that used to be Lathanders temple. Sitting out between the vine grown stairs as he holds you in place by your shoulder so you don' run off.

Seriously, you don't like it when some people just decide things for you, that's something only your mother could do and you haven't seen her since... since the mindflayers got you.

"Calm down, maybe they'll be fine." Halsin reassures reluctantly. You didn't really like how he seemed to not even want them to come back.

Why is everyone behaving so weirdly. Just a few days ago everyone was just jokingly insulting eachother...

You sit there with a defeated face while waiting for something to happen.

Eh, they have Karlach, should be fine.

You just keep telling yourself that.

After what felt like an eternity, the rest of the party finally comes out of the Creché, bloody and exhausted.

You stand up to yell to them that you're over here, what goes unnoticed to you is that Halsin almost reached out to shut you up.

You call out to them with a wave and their tense faces soften.

The party gets reunited again and Shadowheart starts looking you over fr injuries while the rest has a mixed opinion of Halsin taking you away from the fight.

To each their own opinion...

Atleast you got a healing potion. Good stuff, you should learn how to make that.

Before things go south..

Well, its been very long OmO. Not good I know, but I'm in university now and interior architecture is no joke apparently. Haven't gone a day without homework. Actually finishing this the day before my art history exam. (I am so gonna fail).

Hope you guys still enjoyed this! Next up would be the shadow cursed lands etc. But if you have any asks I'd love to answer those too!

ZWolfGames out ;3

[zwolfgames]

Idk, but I think bg3 reader would try to leave the group, if they know about their yandere personalities, lol. Please, your bg3 works are so good. I expect the new one

(So, not a continuation of the last drabble. This is hypothetical for now. Also it deleted my answer the first time :( so this is try two, it may seem a bit rushed. And I got a bit off track, woops.)

Warnings: mentions of yandere stuff I suppose.

Y/N in this au (aka teen tav) really isn't stupid, sure they grew up in a village with just their mother and pulled random spells out of their ass like a true sorcerer, but they're not stupid.

The party started with variable reactions to a minor in the group. Act 1 doesn't showcase a lot of Yan tendencies due to everything still going kind of fine and everyone getting to know each other.

The yandere part really starts in act 2 when they enter the Shadow cursed lands. Unlike the normal region of act 1 are the Shadowlands riddled with danger.

The party quickly gets their wake-up call after things like Kar'niss (who gets his little momemt) and the other bosses and dangers. Katherine Thorm, being a threat, also doesn't help ease the party's feelings.

The group would go from silly to way more protective in act 2. But Y/N can't do anything about that yet. The shadows would eat them alive, or someone else could get them. Better left with unease rather than dead, right?

I've purposefully mentioned Y/N's mother in the drabbles to show the main goal of the reader, which is to return to their mother. This goal is being held back by a party of people who no longer seem intent to part ways with you once this is over.

Sure, Y/N wanted their cool adventure with heroes like Wyll Ravenguard, but staying with them permanently? Haha... no.

So after the wake-up call of act 2, Y/N would take their chances at escape in Baldur Gate. The thing is, though, Y/N isn't from Baldurs Gate. They don't know the alleys like the back of their hand in the same manner that Astarion does. They didn't grow up playing in the secret passageways like Karlach...

This is a dangerous game you're playing. The more you wiggle, the tighter their hold. It's just how it goes with people who have faced enough to lose it.

They handle you in different ways, of course.

Wyll, Gale, and Halsin strike me as the type to have wanted to protect this poor kid from the start, so their resolve just strengthens to unnecessary levels. You wouldn't mind just being carried to bed by a bear man, would you? He knows some good elvish lullabies.

Lae'zel is her own separate category, she's a githyanki, they have very diffrent ways then most folk on faerun. I'm basing her motherly ability on the prologue where she raises the gith egg. She may not be affectionate, but she does not want you out of sight. Expect training.

Karlach and Astarion surprisingly go together here. They don't seem like the parental type. More of an aunt/uncle. Would try and stay your friend. Guiltripping from Karlach that she may or not be aware of herself, and straight up manipulation from Astarion. They both had a bad past. You can stay, right? As a little gift from the gods?

Shadowheart didn't like you from the start, not a fan of kids. Her yandere strikes a lot later. First, she had only been worried about your health as a cleric. After her arc at the end of the shadow cursed lands (freeing Dame Aylin etc) she gets a bit of that parental feeling nonsense too. Though I'd say she shows it the least. You'd be tricked easily into thinking she's the only normal one in the party.

Minthara, I'm unsure if I can find a good way to let her join, but she'd be similar to Lae'zel, just crueler and definitely bot secretive about her want for your stay. If you ask her directly, she'd just plain out and say that if she catches you, you're getting bound.

Jaheira, natural mom, she's got kids, protected the kids. Don't expect her to be sweet, but you're definitely not going out of sight.

Minsc joins in Act 3, so really, he doesn't have the time to get to know you, he's funny, you're funny. Friends. Not that the rest appreciates the time you spent with him. They're scared you're gonna make up a talking animal next.

All in all, Y/N would try and escape. It just isn't very likely to succeed. If you get far... well, there are other beings out there still after you, you know?

Just forget your mom. Aren't they better family now? Your mom didn't teach you spells, did she? Or swordplay? Maybe how to make balms?

Cmon, they're the best option. Stay.

Just an answer lol, hope i didn't make anyone too OOC with just this. Xd.

[zwolfgames]

Quick OC art post because I heard that Instagram is using the art there for AI, so I can't post there anymore </3

[zwolfgames]

Goblin camp overtake (drabble) Platonic!Yandere!BG3 x Teen!Reader

(Hopefully it's a bit accurate because ive only played the story twice for now so i dunno all the posibilities.)

Summary: Teen!reader and the squad go take defeat the goblins. Therefore meeting Halsin, and Minthara again.

Warnings: Death (obv), mentions of gore, Goblins

Other related BG3 by me: Intro, Gith creché , The list

The sun was shining, the flowers in the forest were blooming... On days like this, kids like you had been tasked with commuting genocide on the local goblins.

Not that you really cared. They were little shitheads... Stole your laundry once back when you lived with your mom... before all this...

But getting closer to this alleged camp wasn't making you any more at ease. You could already imagine the stench of those sweaty creatures when you have to inevitably walk into that camp. Which you've heard is actually just an old temple.

You've noticed over time that people in your little group have gotten... well, friendlier. For example: Lae'zel was no longer throwing you glares, Shadowheart remembered your name, Astarion has indoctrinated you into his schemes... Yea, the three most hostile people had warmed up to you.

And the other have just... always been quite nice.

Well, Wyll still didn't seem to approve of you, a minor, coming along. But he didn't really have a choice as the others were not allowing him to take you back to the Emerald Grove. Guess they really do find you too funny to lose then.

"Ugh, the stench is disgusting." Karlach waves the air under her nose away.

"It is the smell of a goblin camp. What were you expecting? Tchk. And I myself find this odor quite thrilling. It promises of a good fight." Lae'zel slightly smirks. Clawed hands flexing around the handle of her greatsword.

"Of course you do... Tough the smell of blood has never scared me away." Astarion, in turn, chuckles in that weird posh way. You raise a brow.

"So you're sure you're not a vampire?" You question sarcastically. The pale elf gasps in mock offense.

"Of course not. I merely like the smell." He huffs. Right, so that time you saw him hunt down a boar must have been make belief.

The rest of the party didn't comment anymore as you made your way to the camp.

Gale had thrown his arm around your shoulder to keep you at the back. He excused that as 'magic users stay behind so they can asses the battlefield'. But he probably just didn't want to accidently get Lae'zels sword through his back.

This mission to save some druid calmed Halsin was looking like a total hassle. But hey, why not do side quests while the worm in your head is ready to kill you?

Whatever person lives in your head didn't take kindly to your remark as you heard the voice say they'd protect you.

Right, bullshit. You're just developing pshycosis. A hundred percent that.

"Y/N. If they target you, I want you to run, alright?" Wyll speaks calmly.

"Well, I mean, not that I don't want to but were kind of in this together -" You start nonchalantly.

"Don't listen to the human. It is unhonerable to run from a fight." Lae'zel scolds like a lecturing general.

Well, do you really care about your honor? It's not like you're trying to capture the Avatar here-

"Yea yea, got it, boss." You sigh. The slight stress makes its way to your head. It's just some goblins, right? Nothing a good magic missile can't solve... Right?

You take back your words quite quickly when Astarion smooth talks his way past the outside security to let your group pass. There's like... at least fifty goblins here!

You feel an arm slitter around your shoulders. Looking up, you can see Lae'zels warry face.

She's gripping that greatsword quite harshly, a bit scared, maybe? Tough you doubt it, it's Lae'zel..

You ignore the stink eyes these little creatures are throwing you and walk along with your group.

"My, what a festive place, no? Look, they even have booze." Astarion muses with his typical smug grin.

"We're not here to party." Gale groans. The wizard stares at the goblins in distaste. You note that everyone is on edge

A goblin child sticks her tingue out at you, so you do the same, blowing raspberries for good meassure. This action earns you a dissaproving look by Wyll.

"So where's this druid? I don't want to be here any longer then needed." Shadowheart complains with a little wave infront of her nose to showcase that she thinks this place stinks.. Wich it does.

"Let's ask!" Karlach offers her idea.

"You've got to be the most optimistic person I've met and we have a literal child in the group." Gale groans.

"You can't miss any of the chances you take." Karlach shrugs.

"Let's just gut all of them. I'm sure we can search for the druid in peace then." Astarion smirks.

"For once, I agree with the pale one." Lae'zel sneers.

You watch your group bicker a bit longer as you wander out of the grip you had been put in. Walking around the goblin camp instead.

Mhh, a clear booze tub. They're drunk. Quite ideal.

You scan around the area, a certain tall woman catches your eye, seeing as she isn't a goblin.

Wait a minute, you've met her before! She almost killed you on the beach when the Nautiloid crashed!

The nerve of that woman, she doesn't deserve the same hairstyle as your mother.

Astarion had snuk out of the argument your group of idiots was having right in the middle of the goblin camp. He stuck himself to your side, observing along with you.

"You seem... focussed. You have an idea, do you not?" The pale elf asks smoothly.

"An inkling. They're drinking, and Nettie gave us wyvern poison... I mean...?" You let your gaze travel to the booze tub. Astarions red eyed orbs follow along. You can see a sharp toothed grin spread across his face.

"I just know we're going to be great friends, Y/N.." He smirks and puts a cold hand on your shoulder.

You just smile in satisfaction that your plan is apparently good. Before you know it, Astarions snatched the poison out of Shadowhearts pocket. You watch the man go invisible to presumably go dunk the booze in poison. Or maybe he's gonna drink it... But he never seemed suicidal... So it should be fine.

"Y/N, c'mon, we're going into the temple, the druid should be there." Karlach waves you over.

You nod and join the group again. Getting tucked back under someone's shoulder.

The first leader of the Goblins you had met was a priestess. And oh boy, defenitly not your favourite... She wanted to brand you! Is she nuts!?

So anyways, Lae'zel chopped her head off... Uh... props to Wyll for covering your eyes.

Then there was Dror Ragzlin. Scary guy that one. Almost twice your size, mean face and doing necromancy. Yikes.

Unfortunatly, you did have to help in this fight. There were goblins storming in through the door and well just that beast of an orc.

So you you just started blasting spells at the incoming goblins. Fireball and Ice Knife were a nice combo, no? Make em slip and then steam the ice and do damage? Sounds logical to you. Was anyone else smelling barbeque or just you?

When that got taken care of, Karlach strapped a helmet to your head and lead you back to the group.

The last leader was the same woman that had tried to kill you. Minthara, apparently. You've never seen a real drow, so this was cool. Except for the part where she tried to kill all of you. That wasn't that cool...

Just before she was supposed to just die, Lae'zel had accidently hit one of the wooden beams in the room. The ceiling collapsed right infront of you.

Well, maybe she's dead? Atleast it's not your problem anymore?

After all the goblins inside had straight up been slayed, Astarion joined the group once more, seeming quite pleased with himself.

"Where have you been?" Gale asks sternly. Raising an eyebrow in suspiscion. It's still quite annoying that nobody really trusts anyone here..

"Let's just say the situation outside is taken care off." Astarion boasts proudly.

"Really? And you did that, alone?" Shadowheart states in a disbelieving tone. Gods forbid the fancy man does anything impressive.

"Yes! Is that so hard to believe?" Astarion scoffs and crosses his arms.

"Very." Shadowheart argues back.

"I'll believe it when I see it." Lae'zel adds.

Wyll and Karlach just exchange glances. Well you know that he did it. So there's no need for your input-

"Ahhh!" You eep in fear as a large man had appeared behind you. Wich is very scary considering every one in this temple was supposed to be dead.

"Calm down little cub, I mean no harm." The large man smiles reasuringly.

You stagger back to Lae'zels side. This man... Elf ears.. Brown hair. Ah, druid attire? Halsin, perhaps?

"And who are you?" Shadowheart asks for all of you.

"Halsin. You were sent here to come chack on me, or are you just lost adventurers?" Halsin asks with that same smile.

"Well, we found him. Back to the grove-" Gale starts walking off before Karlach grabs the rim of his robes to keep him in the group.

"We did come here for you. Have the goblins hurt you?" Wyll asks calmly. Halsin shakes his head.

"Nothing I can't handle. Why the cub?" Halsin tilts his head at you.

"They're actually an immortal being in the form of a child. Wiser then any of us." Astarion makes up.

Halsin raises a brow. Clearly not believing that.

"Right. But like your little wizard said, we should get back. I am sure the grove has missed me." Halsin hums.

"Don't think so, they're closing it off frol the outside world." You mention calmly.

"What." Halsin stops smiling. You just shrug, that's all you picked up from it.

Halsin frowns and starts walking out. What determination.

Your group eventually exits the dead silent temple after having taken any valuables. Can't leave without some loot, who knows if you're getting paid!

As you walk out the large door, the death Astarion had caused is quite visible, dead goblins everywhere. R.I.P, you won't be missed.

Now that that's taken care of, who knows what adventures await you thanks to this stupid worm in your brain!

Not the best, but it's something. Yan feelings gotta develop trough the story but I'm not fully there yet.

[zwolfgames]

are you going to write more bg3? I love it

That's amazing to hear! 🫶🥺

I defenitly want to write more about it because it's just funny to me to imagine some random kid having to be in that party. Tough I'm trying to not make it into oneshot/fanfic format because I do that for my main fics already and I wanna get used to the Tumblr things like headcannons or scenarios!

Im trying to think up how I'd get the 3 chosen also attached to teen!reader or if it's better to have them just be evil for the plot.

Any asks are appreciated, I hope I can make some good stuff with this little au.

And thank you for asking! It means a lot that you like it! <3

Post that this ask refrenced: This

[zwolfgames]

Platonic Yandere Baldurs Gate 3 x teen reader (Drabble)

(Just a quick idea i might flesh out a bit more in the future. Just take it as a oneshot at the moment. Reader is about 13-14 ish. For Gale's ever dying annoyance you'll be a sorcerer. I like to imagine the reader as a thiefling cuz theyre cool, but whatever you want goes as it isnt described anywhere.)

Warnings: None.

Parts: The list

"Why... is there a child here?"

You heard the gith woman speak to mostly no-one as you had encountered her on this burning mess of a mindflayer ship.

You wonder that yourself. Why take you? Just a little teen with no real significance? Surely there's better candidates for the mindflayers to infest...

"I can hear you, you know?" You sigh and walk closer to the unknown woman.

Sure Githyanki people were known to mercilessly slay anything that even resembled an obstacle.. But seeing as you're having the same problem... and she also looks lost... you'd take this one chance.

"Don't speak to me." The woman hisses. Her armor glints in the light of an explosion out of the ships' window.

You shrug and walk past her. Moving trough the choatic halls of this fleshlike vehicle. The scurrying brains on the floor weren't a pleasant sight... but you've seen worse.

All you really had on you were the clothes you were abducted with, your long stick from the woods that you used to practise your magic and a dagger because your mother had advised you to carry one...

But against otherwordly foes... this aresenal looked a bit bleak...

You soon noticed the woman following you silently. Why? You didn't know. Probably because of the aforementioned fact that she also didn't have a clue what to do here.

"So what's your name?" You spoke curiously. Not that scared of the gith anymore now that her shining blade remained sheathed.

"I said to not speak to me, tshk." The gith woman sneered.

"Just curious." You respond with your hands in a surrendering motion.

But you get it, she's cautios. You'd be too if you met some kid on a mindflayer ship. They're not exactly common. It's safe of her to assume you're a ploy.

"My name's Y/N." You just mention for the hell of it. Might aswell die being known.

"... Lae'zel..." Ah... there's the name you wished for.

"Exotic.." You nod in acknowledgement. Probably not the best thing to say at the moment, but for some reason you felt calm. Something in your head was making you think so, atleast.

You and Lae'zel traveled a bit further down the halls of the Nautiloid. Passing by corpses of people with missing brains... yuck. A little chest here.. a little chest there. Your mother would be happy with some extra gold...

"You're a little thief, are you?" Lae'zel spat in distaste.

"Providing for the family, ma'am." You salute jokingly.

Lae'zel looks slightly startled by either your actions or your words. Keeping closer to you as the noises of fighting became louder.

In the end, you and Lae'zel had aquired a new compagnion, a lady named Shadowheart had been freed from one of the mindflayer cocoons. How did you open it, you may ask? Well you just cast Knock. It really took the intrigue off of the buttons next to the pod.. But it made everything easier.

This Shadowheart person was very secretive... immediately throwing hostile statements at Lae'zel, wich the gith returned. You supposed this is what your mother meant by girls infighting?

But all in all, they might despise eachother and glare at you as if you ate their left arm.... they still helped.

Lae'zel had instructed you all to go to the control room, apparently she's felled these ships together with her Githyanki squadrons before. Wich is cool, but you wouldn't say that considering Shadowheart might want you dead if you admit any liking for a gith.

What met you at the control panel was a big fight... well for your standards, that is. You were used to stray magic monsters or stealing goblins...

An infernal general of the hells... well not really on your preffered list of foes....

Luckily you had your two capable compagnions. Shadowheart blasted that guy with continous holy blasts, while Lae'zel just rammed a greatsword trough his fiery armor.

Cool, fighting is... cool. Atleast your spells were used for more then washing the dishes at home now.

After taking over the ship, it just fully crashed, you felt the air whip in your hair and cut into your skin as you fell down along with the debree of the Nautiloid.

Lae'zel and Shadowheart were nowhere in sight... so you tightly closed your eyes, bracing for impact... Wow... you'd be so lucky if you knew feather falling right now... bummer that you didn't.

The impact didn't come. You felt light for just a moment before you just passed out onto a wet patch of sand.

Well... not dead.. yet.

"Hey... wake up.."

Something... or considering their ability to talk, someone nudged your shoulder.

You blinked your tired eyes open. Sclera feeling dry and burned from the amount of ash on the crashed ship.

A drow stood above you. Wich is... very strange, where were you? They don't live on the surface... do they?

"How has a true soul landed themselves here? You look too pathetic for our majesty." The drow woman sneers in disgust. You know... the amount of woman hating on you was getting a bit disturbing.

"A true.. soul?" You spoke hoarsley. Throat parched from all the fire, along with being passed out here for gods know how long..

"Oh you are such an imbecile asswell. It does no good to have a putulent child as a true soul... I ought to end your suffering myself." The woman growled. Wow, just when you were about to say she had the same hairstyle as your mom-

Wow!- a sword next to your head. Yikes!

The drow still glared. Not yet having sliced your head in two due to a sound further down the beach. Sandy footsteps coming closer.

With a scowl she retreated into the wreckage of the nautiloid. Hiding from whoever was walking this way. You sat up with a groan in response. Holding your thumping head.It was no other then Shadowheart that found you. Somewhat looking relieved to see a familiar face, yet that annoyance still persisted.

"You've made it. Good. You're a bit too young to die." The black haired half-elf spoke and pulled you up.

"You almost make it sound like you care.." You cough out some dust after your teasing remark.

"Well we survived together. I'll take it as a sign that we better stick together." Shadowheart sigh and crosses her arms over her plated chest. You wonder how her eyeshadow hasn't melted off.

"You think Lae'zel made it too?" You ask a bit hesitantly, not wanting to get a death glare again.

"Im sure she did, gith are ruthless." Shadowheart scoffs and leads you further from your place on the beach. Moving on to a forest, wich you really didn't mind. You've basically been raised in the woods. Its a wonder that you didn't turn out as a druid.

"Help! A mindflayer, right here! Help me!"

Some pathetic call came from between the wreckage. Well... if you see one then it's too late? No?

Shadowheart seemed to think the same... Wich sucked, because that meant you'd have to be the better person here and see.

With a sigh of reluctance you walked towards the voice. Being carefull of the burning wreckage around you.

You ended up on a dune overseeing the beach, looking down you saw the man thats been screaming for help into the sky as if the gods would come get him.

"Are you blind? There's not even a tentacle in sight!" You yell down at him. You see the white haired elf jump and look up at you and Shadowheart.

"It was right here! I swear, come down and look!" The posh sounding man urges.

"You think were stupid. You're littarly holding a dagger!" You shout back.

"So are you! You irritating child!" The pale elf shouts back. You glare at him and he glares at you.

"So what's your real problem?" You scowl in annoyance.

"... Well fine, I don't know what to do from here, I dont even know how I survived-" The man points at the crash site. "-this."

"Would you like to join our 'we don't know what to do from here and we don't even know how we survived' club?" You grin in amusement. Shadowheart gives you a dissaproving wack on the arm and the man doesn't look happy by your mocking.

Two beats later he sighs. "Fine... untill I find a way back..."

"So what's your name? I'm Y/N and this is... actually I'll let her decide if she wants to tell or not." You nod.

"Shadowheart." The woman growls out in annoyance at your irritating behavior.

"Astarion.." The pale elf nods. Making his way up to you two.

So that made three... or if you found Lae'zel... four.

Before you could even scream for your Githyankee acquaintance, another problem stood in your way.

The very obvious portal with a hand trough it.. yelling 'help! A little help!'.

Well... maybe if it added a please?

"I can sense you there! A little help, please!" Ah.. there was the please.

This hand didn't look cursed... so it should be fine right?

"Let's not? Mhh? Who knows, maybe it's a mindflayer." Astarion advices with some smug purr.

"Well he said please, didn't your mom teach you any manners?" You huff with a roll of your (e/c) eyes. The elf froze at the sentence and Shadowheart just looked annoyed that you were once again helping someone when you didn't have time.

You huff and take the hand. Pulling at it in vain as this portal remains steadfast in holding this person on the other side.

"You can do it, just keep pulling, my friend."

The male voice called out. You set your feet properly into the dirt around you and pull with your while back put into it. As the mans purple sleeve shows due to you pulling him out, you decide to grab that instead, making your way down his arm.

Shadowheart can't seem to look at your struggle anymore and helps tug.

Together the bearded man comes crashing out of the portal.

He stands up and dusts his robes off.

"Hello, I'm Gale of Waterdeep, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance- Why are you a child?" The man stops his speech to once again asses that you are in fact a kid. Well, you prefer teen, as the number ten isn't in the didgits of your age for nothing. But sure yea, let's all keep bullying the kid.

"Well one day I was born, and from there on I began to age-" You start snidely. The man- Gale, stops you from your useless banter.

"I know how aging works... But why are you involved with... this all?" He asks in concern.

"Oh so you're genuinely a minor? I just assumed you were on the short side." Astarion notes randomly. Putting a hand over his heart as a theatric pose.

"I'm here because I also got abducted by mindflayers, there's nothing more to it. Do you want to join us in in walking around aimlessly or do we stick you back trough the portal?" You look up at Gale with a raised brow.

"Right, walking around aimlessly it is..." The bearded man sighs and takes your hand. Whatever his reasons, he seems the most startled by seeing a minor waltz around all this mindflayer stuff.

Your aquired band of misfits manage to locate Lae'zel, who had just broken out of a cage. Not looking too happy too see the growing group.

After a round of names and insults, she informed everyone... well... really just you because somehow everyone else seemed to know it all already, that you've all been infected by mindflayer tadpoles. Yuck, the last thing you wanted was tentacles on your face, what would your mother think!

Gale reassured you that that wouldn't happen and that- just like Lae'zel said- we were going to find a cure..

Or try. Whatever came first. Really.

So you set foot into the forest, hoping to find a hint of civilization to find the nearest healer. Lae'zel had been captured by patrolling thieflings.. so there must be something around here.

And you were all right. You had ended up at the emerald grove. Quickly getting pulled into their problems with the local druids and the refugees... Some Halsin guy was missing, apparently he was very important.. And he was in some goblin camp... full of goblin cultists? You were really glad Gale was writing this down because your attention span didn't make it trough this.

Wandering around the Emerald Grove had landed you an audience with the resident folk hero, the Blade of Frontiers! Wich was actually the coolest thing up ti'll now. Your mother used to tell you stories of what this man did at your age, saving a village from evil cultists, his many good deeds.

The legends true name was Wyll... wich was cool too. The darker skinned human quickly offered your group to take you over, so they could continue their journey without the worry of a teen. You were surpised when Shadowheart protested. Astarion didn't seem glad with the possibility of your absence either.

You were confused, Lae'zel was confused and Wyll himself was probably the most baffled.

He seemed to just assume you must be someones family here and offered to come with if you helped him find a demon he had to slaughter.

Yea ok, seems fair. Anything for the Blade of Frontiers.

Events went faster now, you had a bigger group, they were all quite choatic, not matching eachothers morals or ways.

Astarion was teaching you the art of pickpocketing while you all explored the grove for more information on the lost druid Halsin.

Gale was discouraging you from listening to the elf. Trying to teach you new spells instead, even trough his annoyance of your sorcerer ways. How could you learn magic without a book! What do you mean you just accidently set your treehouse on fire when you were four?!

Wyll seemed to find you quite amusing, seeing you snark back at these intimidating adults (Lae'zel) and observing how a child from a city outside of Baldurs Gate dealt with all the information.

Shadowheart and Lae'zel were still going about their mutual hatred. Why them two?

You don't know.

Goth vs frog, the neverending battle.

No matter, however. As you all found this 'demon' Wyll was after. Turned out its some nice thiefling named Karlach.

The votes on what to do were varying. Wyll didn't want to kill a non hell-being.Lae'zel told him just to get the pact over with, same for Astarion.Gale and Shadowheart were for the cancelation of this execution. Both for very diffrent reasons.

But due to Wyll being as good as you imagined him, he didn't kill the woman. Great, since she's the first one that had a positive reaction to meeting you.

Karlach saw her more carefree years in you... Just some dumb kid fighting things and messing with ploys that didn't concern you.

Thats how it all started... Karlach. The barbarian had begun the urges in your group to not let this kid they got saddled up with to get corrupted.

Everything's so bad already. They can save one thing, no?

Your first night camping with the bunch was quite fun. You helped Gale with cooking, your mother taught you well after all. The wizard was shocked as he hadn't expected a child out of everyone here to be the only one to help.

Fine enough, you made dinner.

And love goes trough the stomach, or so the saying goes. With a hoard of hungry stomachs fed, the appreciation towards 'random kid were stuck with' really picked up.

You wouldn't make it long without them getting attached. Too bad you tought you were going on a fun adventure. This isn't just some fun little thing...

Welcome to your new found family <3

Don't really know what compelled me to write this, I just miss bg3 because I'm on a road trip 😔. But if anyone's interested, I'd surely answers asks about this... thingy? Hope you kinda enjoyed atleast. Adios.

[zwolfgames]

Hii! If it's not too much trouble to ask, can you make a Yandere DIO x Child Reader who escaped and is now with the Crusaders? (Reader would have a strong Stand) 🙃

(So idk wether this was meant as like biologically DIO's kid or not but I just went with unrelated because i dont know how many hoes DIO had back in Stardust Crusaders. Also, how does one think up a stand, lol.)

Requested: Annon

Warnings: Slightly OOC DIO, silly kidnapping, bizarre

(3rd person POV)

Life had been turned upside down for you lately. As a poor ten year old alone on the streets of Cairo, you had expected this year to be the same as last year.

Just surviving and having your Stand help steal food.

Thus is the life of a street rat. Kicked out by their abusive father...

But just a month ago, when you were once again getting your Stand to filch some fruit from a night market, you got spotted.

A tall, impending figure had stopped in the alleyway to look down at you.

His piercing golden eyes made you freeze once you were in his field of vision. Did the air just get colder or was that you?

"Tell me of your stand, Child."

The man had spoken, all those nights ago. Truthfully, you hadn't know what a Stand was back then. So he pointed to yours. All you really knew of it was that nobody else could see it... So why was he looking straight at it?

With such intrest too.

Before you could actually talk to the man, he had leaned down and poked something into your head, thats the last thing you could remember.

"So yea, thats all I remember..." You spoke to this strange band of people.

That disintrested looking fellow had been the one to rip whatever that weirdo so long ago put into your head... A 'Flesh Bud'. A means of controlling people, or so you've heard from that french guy and his green clad fellow as they were complaining about the time they had yours.

So they had been attacked by the blonde guy too?

Intresting.

"You have a hell of a Stand kid." The oldest guy pats your shoulder, he looks pretty buff for an old guy. Who are these people.

"My stand? Ah- you mean Arnold?" You made your stand appear. You faintly remember it just... appearing one day when you were being chased by street dogs... It kinda saved your hide. Named after Arnold Schwarzenegger, as you had heard that name on a tv in a store once. Very creative, obviously.

"Yes... Arnold. Does it perhaps do special things. Like superpowers?" The old man asks. Trying not to look back at how one of his friends is being patched up from all his cuts.

"Why should I tell you my secrets?" You cross your arms defiantly.

"Because we saved you, don't you want to defeat who-ever did this to you? Huh, kid?" The old man nudges you with his shoulder.

"Not really. Who are you guys anyways, you don't look like locals at all." You take a step away from the man.

"I'm Joseph Joestar, thats my grandson Jotaro and his friend Kakyoin... Thats Polnareff, and the one you almost blasted to bits is Avdol." Josephs eye twitches as he look back at his hurt friend.

"I didn't do anything." You retort quickly.

"You did, because of this flesh bud. A vampire named Dio was controlling you-" Joseph starts.

"I'm not controllable." You stick your tongue out.

"Oh yea, so then you almost killed Avdol by yourself?" Joseph replies with the same childish tone.

"That was my twin brother, you've got the wrong person." You smirk like the annoying brat you truly are.

The argument gets more heated as Joseph refuses to listen to the sass of a dirt covered child.

Meanchile, in a dark dark room in a castle far away- No, a mansion just a couple of streets away, a certain blonde seethes.

Another one lost. Those damned crusaders... Joestars.

They had taken away many of his subjects.... His pawns.. But this was by far the worst.

A child, a powerfull child. He had plans for you. Shattered, all in a single fight.

Dio clenches his fist and a piece of the parchment he's pretending to read rips.

He wasn't attached... Not at all. You were just strong. And.. Too similar to him. A scumbag of a dad, he had looked into your mind that night you two locked eyes. And he had seen... Things that reminded himself too much of himself. The only diffrence between you two was that you weren't just born evil. A bummer, really. He's always wanted to see a maniacal kid.

But... Oh dallit, who's he kidding, he did get attached. And really he doesn't understand why. You were a dirty, foolish child...

But you had potential...

Dio had always planned to be the lonesome ruler of his ideal world... But you were.. ideal enough. Yes.

You could like... stand next to him and chirp about whatever useless tought you had this time.

Something to quench the silence he's grown to hate after years of being confined to a coffin under the sea.

It's a miracle that you hadn't gotten on his nerves, really. He usually hated all kids. But well, maybe it's that mischievious glint in your eyes. Makes him think too much of his time back in his living ages.

So, ofcourse he sent two of his stand users out to retrieve you.

Wich is how he had leanred of your capture by the Joestars.

Oh he had wanted to gag, what if they made you into the same goody-two-shoes all Joestars pretended to be?

Disgusting. He's have to end your suffering in that case...

But for now, he could wait for his pawns to bring you back. Maybe you were ready for the no flesh bud treatment.

Probably not. But hey, who knows what other nonsense you'd come up with if he let you be that free.

If only his pawns would hurry up! He's bored!

"I'm not helping you, I've got things to do." You declare to Joseph for the sixth time now as they kept on asking you to help them get to Dio.

"We'll give you lots of food." Jotaro pipes in with that same bored tone, seemingly having figured you out after his grandfather had tried convincing you the whole time.

"I'm in. This way."

You hum and start walking. Joseph yaw falls open dramatically as Jotaro walks past him with a slightly proud aura.

The group of guys follow you around the sunny streets of Cairo as you walk to the mansion you just so faintly remember.

Actually... you don't really remember much of your mind controlled times. A faint face of the vampire that had enslaved you... a slight sensation of a hair ruffle. For the rest it's mostly gone.

But who knows, with what these guys have been telling you, this Dio figure is quite the bad guy. And you'd be getting food. So...

The first round roof of the mansion had appeared in your field of vision, you had attampted to call out before someone just jumped onto you from above.

Now this man you remembered just faintly. Cowboyish looks, an attitude and the most annoying smirk.

"Gotta ask you not to struggle kid. Dio's been whining about you for a week now." Hol Horse huffs as he picks you up at the scruff. Glaring at Jotaro's group of friends.

"Let me go or I'll blast you to bits." You declare simply. Crossing your arms childishly.

The cowboy's eye twitches and he takes it as a bluff.

Stupid idea, really.

You activate your stand, Arnold, and use it's ability that you have yet to name. The crystal like being grabs ahold of Hol Horse and sharp crystals grow out of his arm, piercing his skin.

This effectivly drops you as the man screams in pain behind you.

So that's what you had done wit Avdol then? Yikes. Since when did you even have this ability? Must be Dio's fault.

Tough, this seemed way too easy. You were proven right moments after as you were ambushed by a pretty woman... Who you actually didn't know.

She surpisingly just hoisted you over her shoulder mid run and ran away from the Crusaders as they yelled for the woman to stop. You could sense her stand... So this must be another one of Dio's henchmen.

Altough your stand was super duper cool and epic, you're an untrained kid who doesn't know what they're doing.

So you weren't that great at summoning your stand without concentrating fully. And all these jolts you got from this womans fast running weren't helping your concentration.

A puprle vine suddendly wrapped around the womans ankle and she fell to the floor, dropping you as you rolled along the sandy pavement, scratching your skin and further staining your clothes with more dirt.

Joseph had stopped the womans kidnapping attempt. Wich was cool but damm that fall hurt!

The rest of the crusaders came running to you and the unknown stand user. This time it was Polnareff who picked you up like you were damm nothing. To prevent you from getting snatched again.

"You didn't say you were some kind of prized possesion. What does Dio want with you?" Polnareff yells dramatically.

"As if I know! I barely remember him!" You huff back.

"Are you perhaps his offspring?" Kakyoin asks a lot more calmly.

"What? No, I know my dad, he's an asshole but we've got the same hair, so we're obviously related." You shake your head.

"Thats the stupidest explenation I've ever heard." Jotaro sighs while Joseph ties the woman to a pole so that she can't chase again.

"What can I say, never been to school." You shrug with a matter of factly face. Polnareff looks bewildered while the others have taken on a bit of a pitying look. Wich you really don't like.

Seriously, life could be worse.

 Polnareff had loosened his grip slighly as he must have felt safe or something. A stupid descicion really, as a faint barking was coming from down the alley before you.

You caught a glimpse of a funny looking dog with big ears barking up at the sky before you got lifted up really fast by sharp talons.

A hawk, a damm hawk got you.

How was this thing even carrying you? Sure ten year olds aren't big an you don't grow a lot on the street but this is just bizarre!

The hawk dropped you off in the fountain of Dio's courtyard.

Landing with a splash into the unkempt water. Good thing this wasn't deep becasue nobody had ever tought you how to swim...

The hawk squaqed hard before flying back up to protect the mansion you had been brought back to.

Now if you knew one thing about vampires it's that they can't come into the sun or they expolde or something.

So you made it your mission to stay here in the sun as long as possible... Wich.. isn't that long, it was almost sunset... Shit.

"Tought you could run off, child?" A sultry voice spoke from the dark halls surrounding the courtyard.

Two piercing yellow eyes looked straight at you. That same feeling of impending doom hit you again.

"Why don't you come to me. I promise not to harm you..." Dio whispers in a slightly sweet manner. Wich really made it even less convincing.

He'd probably snap your head right off for even attempting to talk to the Crusaders.

You didn't want to walk towards him. But the alluring feeling the man possesed made you take a shaking step.

Screaming in your head to stop wasn't working.

Slowly but surely you were walking out of the suns warm embarce and into the darkness of a vampire's lair.

You're gonna die, oh my god!

The vampire held his hand out so elegantly for you to take, sharp- well kept nails the only indicator of the underlying nature of this predator.

Your hand reached out for his, out of your control. Damm this creature's charm.

The moment your warm hand touched ice cold flesh you were dragged into the darkness and into a strong body.

You were held tightly against the man as he ran a hand trough your hair before you were out like a light. Seriously, what kind of powers does this asshole even have?

The next thing you knew, you woke up in a dark room. Feeling a bit.. cold?

You open your heavy eyes, looking for any sign of life in this room. Closed curtains... unlit candles. Now where in the fuck-knuckles were you now?

"Y/N, would you like to know something?" That same deep voice spoke from behind you. You turn around and face the vampire on his fancy couch, lazing around.

"Not really.." You mutter unsurely.

"Hah, still the same kind of annoyance as before. How I've missed you." Dio muses down at you as if looking at a little lapdog. Wich techically you had been.

"Fine, what's the thing I need to know?" You sigh.

"I've made you a vampire, just like me. Isn't that generous of me my little Y/N? Now we can talk forever." Dio smirks as if this was his best idea ever.

You deadpann and walk over to a curtain to go kill yourself full on vampire way.

"No, foolish child. Come back here." Dio tsks in annoyance and whatever control he has over you now pulls you back to stand behind his couch.

Wow, can't even sit in this place huh?

"Do you not understand why I share my gift of immortality with you?" Dio muses, smiling again. Tough that teeny tiny spark of softness doesn't go unnoticed to your trained eyes.

You just shake your head. Who knows, even age old vampires could be pedo's-

"You... are similar to me. I simply wish for you to have a better life then I had."

Dio speaks a bit less... confidently.

Now, that's something you had never expected from the blonde..  Ever.

Where's the uncaring cold villain you knew? The guy that killed his servants for failing?

Why was he looking at you as if his words were genuine?

And why was it affecting you like this?

"Y/N, when Jotaro Joestar and his group make their way to my estate, I want you to stay firmly beside me. Do you understand me?" Dio narrows his eyes as he stands up to tower over you. That sinister shadow casting over his face to get you to comply.

You just nods your head. Wich apparently isn't good enough for him as he squishes your cheeks between his hand.

"Use your words, child." Dio tsks.

"I'll stay at your side..." You speak up, not like you actually would... they were coming here to kill Dio... You didn't wnat to die aswell...

Dio sighs and ruffles your hair roughly before leaving the room to go do whatever the hell he does all day.

You hear a little lock click shut, once again trapping you somewhere, tough unlike last time, you have full control of your mind...

Dio didn't need a henchmen anymore, not of you.

He couldn't even understand it himself. Maybe deep down he missed a brother he could bully.

So just sit in that tower and don't complain and everything would be alright.

He wouldn't let those crusaders take you away from him again...

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Thank you for the request! Also available on Wattpad/Tumblr.

Dio was a bit OOC but I really don't know how to get this man to like a kid, i think he'd throw one out of a window if given the choice. Xd.

Have a nice night/ Day!

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[zwolfgames]

Dream time

Not my usual post but I do like sharing my strange dreams.

So most likely because I was sleeping on the bus, this one got a bit strange.

So we all know minecraft Hardcore, well now minecraft had a new mode called NIGHTMARE in all caps, yes.

So basically, you had one life just like in hard-core, but anytime you saw a mob multiple monster like other mobs would appear around you and the world would get darker, but like only the actual first mob was real and could hurt you. But because off all the fake way scarier monsters you'd obviously get confused and the actual mob could kill you.

So seeing that in first person wasn't my ideal nap, but I'm sure for anyone that's bored our there that would be a cool mod to have!

Okay bye.