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Species/Race: Mephistopheles Tiefling
Class: Druid (Circle of the Land)
Background: Outlander
Alignment: Neutral Good
~~Stats~~
~~Appearance~~
Height: 5'3" (minus horns)
Voice: Voice 6
Distinguishing Features: Multiple well-healed scars, particularly on their face and neck; lots of freckles; black, mist-like tattoo radiating from left eye; tail tip is crooked from an old injury
~~Personality~~
Traits: Introverted, secretive, curious, exploratory, passionate, understanding, kind, stubborn
Ideals: Wander believes in protecting life and nature, even if they have to stand on their own to do so.
Bonds: Wander is a faithful follower of Silvanus and is fiercely loyal to their family, Circle, and later their companions. While they don't usually like to spend much time there, they care about the city of Baldur's Gate, even if they wouldn't admit it.
Flaws: Slow to trust, somewhat bitter, reluctant to talk about their feelings
Likes: Nature, studying ecosystems, drawing, raspberries and other sweet things, traveling
Dislikes: Large crowds, confinement (of themself or others), pointless destruction, feeling out of place
~~Backstory~~
Born in the spring of 1465 DR on a small, wooded homestead about a day's ride from Baldur's Gate, the wilderness has been one of Wander's closest companions for longer than they can remember. Between their fairly isolated upbringing and the fact that they were born to a tiefling father and a half-drow mother, Wander didn't have many positive interactions with the outside world until a local druid Circle noticed their affinity with nature and decided to mentor them. Eventually, Wander earned their place as a fully-fledged member.
Once they were older and had completed their training, they decided to go by a virtue name, choosing it based on their love of adventure and desire to see the world, and they've gone by it ever since. They spent the next several years traveling (mostly to Faerûn's south and interior), alternating that with studying and protecting the area they grew up in and furthering their druidic training. While they worked hard and were clearly gifted, their skills were only able to grow so much in their current environment and their frequent struggles to work closely with others often held them back. In order to fix this, their Circle's archdruid sent them on their first big journey to the north to visit other Circles there. But along the way, Wander's plans were derailed when they found themself an unwilling passenger of a mindflayer nautiloid.
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At long last, here they are! Wander is my Karlach-romancing druid and my first BG3 Tav. I’ve been meaning to post about them forever but hadn’t been able to get around to it yet even though I created them quite a while back. I’ve had a ton of fun playing them and building them up as a character. I’ve got a lot of big plans for them that I’ve been slowly working on that I’ll hopefully be able to share with you all relatively soon!
It's always fun playing with picrews, so thank you @litsenn for the tag! See their Ellith and Astarion here 🥰
Click here for this Picrew game!
Click here for this Picrew game!
Whenever the picrew doesn't have facial tattoos I try to compensate by at least giving her some kind of white hair decoration.
The bottom one didn't have anything of the sort, so I gave them both a whole flowery meadow 🌼
Tagging @bhaal-battle-beer-bard @theya-art @wasteful-sam and @optimisticgrey <3
For the OC questions:
3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)
25. What are their thoughts on marriage?
38. What memory do they revisit the most often?
And for the creator section:
D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?
Jesss, my love, my darling, thank you for indulging me <3
How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)
So, ah, at the start of Act 1 (and her life before), Deia is actually suffering from nightmares. Deia is a High Elf who grew up with a human couple. They picked her up at 3 when the blood ritualists discarded her. They didn't put any effort into teaching Deia about her Elven roots, so for majority of her life, Deia did not know how to do the Elven Trance. After she had escaped the ritualists after the recapture, sleeping for her became a torture on its own. Deia would typically exhaust herself or drink her sorrows away until her body and mind became too exhausted to stay awake. That would typically help with nightmares, but even then not always.
Deia functioned on little sleep for quite some time until her body would just shut down. It was terrible, especially at the beginning of the journey since Nautiloid. Eventually, Astarion, being a High Elf himself, albeit a vampiric one, talked to her and showed her exactly how to do the Trance. After that, nightmares left her alone. She still sometimes sleeps like a normal person, especially with Gale, and the more the story goes, the less she gets disturbed in her sleep. She does sing to herself and she also thinks a lot. Sometimes she reaches out to Ghaedrath through their soul-bond for comfort.
What are their thoughts on marriage?
Deia never believed herself to be a "domestic type", so marriage was never in her plans. It wasn't until Gale had, with the infuriating patience and devotion, stumbled into her life. They have a talk about it in Act 3, and Deia did poke at him once during the conversation, something among the lines of "This sounds awfully like a proposal", to which Gale responded that, when he is going to propose, it will be much more grand than this, preferrably with a candelit dinner and a speech. Deia quieted and said "When? Not if?" which made Gale pause. Then she confessed, quietly and almost too indifferently, that settling with her won't be an easy task. She is still wild, hardly timid, too much of a wildcard to imagine a calm quiet domestic life with her. Gale reassured her, of course. He also mentioned that quiet domestic life sounds rather boring, and he would much rather have her in his life, no matter what she might bring. Or, well, especially then.
They do marry, and I could tell how or why, but that's a rather big spoiler that requires a lot of context. Rest assured, she is content with it, and their life is still chaotic mainly because of her shenanigans. Hey, at least Gale doesn't have a single boring day in his life. He got what he asked for.
I answered the last question here.
Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?
Deia went through a lot of changes. Some things were always the same at the core: she always had a connection to draconic blood by unnatural means, she was always magical with fire magic as her focus, she always preferred close combat despite being able to cast from afar. She was, however, white-haired at some point. Taller, certainly, with blue eyes. When I dabbled in streaming/youtubing, I finalized her appearance. That's where black wavy hair, silver eyes, horns and scales came into the picture. Since then she didn't change, actually. She is much the same despite being 6+ years old. BG3 and the wonderful modding community just helped me flesh her out more. Here is actually one of the drawings with her appearance before the game:
Thank you so much! It's my first time doing questions like that. If anyone wants to ask more, click here to see the list of questions and feel free to poke me.
(inspired by day 3 of top gale week, sub top/praise kink. ty to @topgaleweek for hosting this event 💜)
AO3 Link — If you enjoy this, I really appreciate getting kudos/comments over there!
Summary: "Gods, Gale—"
He stilled for a breath, watching their face.
"That—tell me that’s right," he said, voice low and unsteady. “Please, my love."
Elenion is still learning how to let themself be taken apart. They know exactly what they want, and Gale is more than willing to follow their lead—up until he can no longer ignore how badly he needs to be told he’s doing well.
Word Count: 1,056
Notes: Pairing is Gale and Elenion, my male half-elf tav (who uses he/they, but is only using they/them in this fic). This is explicit smut with basically no plot other than being porn with feelings. Contains soft loving sex, anal, and of course, Gale being a submissive top who needs to be praised. See ao3 for the full tags but that should cover it. If that's outside the comfort zone or interest of anyone on my fic taglist, feel free to skip this one!
For extra context I also wanted to mention: Elenion never let any of his other partners penetrate him, and doesn't even let Gale do so until they've been together for a few months. This isn't Gale's first time topping him, but it's one of the first, so they're both still getting comfortable with it—and this prompt was literally perfect for that point in their relationship.
(If anyone ever wants to be added to or removed from my fic taglist please just let me know!)
The room was quiet except for the soft hitch of Elenion's breath.
They lay back against the sheets like this was nothing new, nothing unfamiliar. Like Gale's fingers hadn't already left them open, aching, and slick from his touch.
He hovered over them, careful, waiting—and Elenion refused to look uncertain.
"Go on, love," they said, lifting their chin. "You're not going to break me, you know."
Then, before Gale could move, they added, more quickly, "But—slowly. And don’t… just don’t rush it."
Gale nodded. "Of course," he said, settling carefully between their legs. He brushed a lock of hair from their face. "Anything you need, just tell me."
Elenion swallowed.
They had done this before. There was nothing they should've been nervous about.
And yet.
They reached for him before the thought could settle, fingers curling at the back of Gale's neck to draw him closer. Their other hand caught his waist.
"No—wait," they said.
Gale stilled immediately.
Elenion exhaled slowly, then adjusted him just a little, guiding the angle. "Like this," they said softly. "Just stay there a moment."
Gale didn’t argue. He stayed exactly where they put him, steady and patient beneath their hands.
Then they shifted.
"Alright," they said. "Now."
Gale moved immediately. He pressed in slow and careful, easing deeper inch by inch. The heat and stretch pulled a sharp breath from Elenion's chest as their body tightened around his cock. Their head tipped back, eyes slipping shut as the sensation settled.
Their hands braced on his waist, feeling the slow press as they held him where they wanted him. "That's—" They swallowed. "Yeah—stay like that. That's good."
Their voice softened. "You’re doing well. So much better—"
They cut themself off, breath catching again. "Just… stay like that. I've got you."
Gale didn't rush. He held himself there, watching.
Elenion's fingers flexed slightly.
"Move," they murmured.
Gale obeyed. His next thrust drew another breath from Elenion’s chest, their body clenching again before they could stop it.
"Fuck—" they breathed, cutting themself off almost immediately.
"Too much?" Gale asked.
"No." Elenion shook their head quickly. "Keep going. That's perfect, sweetheart."
Gale’s hands shifted at their hips, steadier now, firmer. The pressure was enough to make Elenion's breath hitch—but he didn’t break the pace they'd set.
The next movement was deeper, more deliberate.
Gale’s mouth curved slightly. "Perfect, hm?"
Elenion exhaled shakily. "Don't—don't change anything. I mean it."
Their cock jerked between them, precome already gathering despite their effort to stay steady.
Gale moved again, just as they'd asked. This time, it drew a broken sound from Elenion that they couldn't smooth out.
"That’s—" Their breath caught, fingers digging into Gale's hips. "That’s it. Just like that. You’re—gods, you’re doing so well."
Gale let out a soft moan in response. He moved more confidently now, each slow thrust dragging the sensation out.
Elenion's composure fractured further.
"Don’t stop," they said again, softer now. "Please don't stop. You—you feel so good like this."
Gale paused, his breath catching. "Say that again," he murmured.
Elenion looked at him, wide-eyed, cheeks burning from the intensity. They lifted a shaking hand to his face. "You feel… so good, sweetheart. Don't stop."
Gale smiled, and that alone undid something in Elenion. He slowed—just enough to make it worse, each thrust pressing deeper.
He shifted, just slightly.
The change in angle pulled a broken, startled cry from Elenion, snapping whatever composure they had left clean in half.
"Gods, Gale—"
He stilled for a breath, watching their face.
"That—tell me that’s right," he said, voice low and unsteady. “Please, my love."
Elenion's breath caught. Their grip slipped, then tightened, fingers digging into his hips as they pulled it back into that exact angle.
"It is," they said, already losing the shape of the words. "That’s—yeah—right there—don’t… don’t change that."
Gale moved again, slower this time, holding that same spot.
"You're—gods, you’re so good at this," Elenion said, their words dissolving into a moan.
Gale let out a soft, helpless sound, his grip tightening hard enough to hold them in place as he moved. And gods, Elenion felt it—the familiar way his hands could undo them all at once.
The change in him made everything sharper, until Elenion couldn’t keep up anymore.
Their cock twitched, leaking steadily now, each movement pulling another reaction from them.
"Fuck—yes—like that—just like that—"
Their voice broke entirely on the last word.
Gale didn’t slow. He kept that same deliberate pace, pressing into them in a way that made it impossible to think past the sensation.
"Say it again," he murmured, not stopping.
Elenion let out something between a laugh and a gasp. "I can’t—"
He moved again.
Elenion arched into him without thinking.
"You—gods—you’re so good—" the words spilled out, unsteady and uncontrolled. "Don’t stop—not now, don't you dare."
He didn’t.
He let out a low, strained groan, thrusting deeper like he couldn't stop even if he tried.
"Gale," Elenion breathed, their voice dazed. "That's it—yeah—my—"
Their breath caught.
"—good boy."
Gale let out a quiet, breathless laugh. It dissolved into a broken moan, his head dipping down to Elenion's shoulder.
Elenion smiled, almost in disbelief that they'd said that with him inside them. They tried to laugh back, but it caught somewhere in their chest, lost in the rush of breath instead.
They tangled their fingers in Gale's hair, holding him closer.
Gale's rhythm faltered for a moment before snapping back, more urgently now. Elenion's hips jerked helplessly into the next thrust.
"Gale—"
Whatever they were going to say broke into a moan, then a soft cry as the tension finally snapped, pleasure hitting all at once. Their body tensed around him as they came, every last bit of control falling away.
Gale followed a second later, pressing in close as he finished, his breath uneven against their skin as he stilled.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then Gale lifted his head slightly, studying their face.
"There you are," he murmured.
Elenion flushed, but didn’t look away.
"Here I am," they said, still a little breathless.
Then, more softly, "I love you."
Their fingers brushed along Gale’s jaw, lingering for a moment before they tipped their head to kiss him.
Neck deep in preparation of the upcoming chapter as well as the BG3 birthday event, so have a snippet :)
Parts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
"Yes. They were well hidden, excellent at obscuring their presence, and despite their precautions I found them at the market and dealt with them when you passed through Aka Way. They put up a reasonable fight in the alley, but I could not interrogate them. Broad daylight, very little time, too many eyes... So I killed them, searched them, and found—" She paused and drank again, and the weight of what came next settled visibly over her. "He had Manshoon's emblem in his pocket."
Gale's face froze as his mind began, with the terrible efficiency she had always admired and occasionally feared, to assemble the implications.
"I recognized the insignia but didn't understand why it mattered. I pocketed it and the seven silver the man had on him, moved the body deeper into the alley, and then my plan fell apart entirely: shouting, windows opening, someone calling out. I changed my appearance, more by instinct than anythind else, to flee in the opposite direction. And that is when Halaster found me."
"You killed your first person in Waterdeep and encountered Halaster Blackcloak," Gale summarized, his voice stripped entirely flat, "during my first week at the Academy."
Celeste chuckled, despite everything. "I did. Before I quite understood what was happening, a door opened, a hand reached for my shoulder, and I was dragged inside. The door closed the moment I landed on my ass, and Halaster laughed at me. Called me an idiot for meddling in a Chosen's affairs."
She grinned briefly at the memory. It had been an extraordinary day, unbelievable to the point of comedy, but extraordinary nonetheless.
"He also lectured me extensively on Waterdavian business acumen and suggested I needed considerably better disguises if I intended to go against the Zhentarim. He proposed working with them instead of against them, and offered me a contact he trusted."
Gale laughed briefly and clearly involuntarily, the sound escaping before he could reclaim it. "And did you? Trust a contact provided by the Mad Mage?"
"I did not. I took the beholder jerky he gave me for Tara, accepted his instruction to say nothing of it to you, and left." She paused, gulping and searching his eyes. "I cannot tell you precisely why I agreed to it. There had never been lies between us before that moment. But some part in me agreed, and I have spent a considerable amount of time since then understanding what that part was."
The room fell quiet. The fire crackled. Celeste pulled one knee closer to her chest, arm wrapped loosely around it.
"I got drawn into it. The secrecy. Navigating a part of Waterdeep that opened itself to me in ways I had not anticipated. Scheming. Listening. Meeting the right people, opening the right doors at precisely the correct moment. Offering a favor here, settling a debt in someone else's name there."
"And yet you did not think you could trust me with any of it." The genuine feeling of disappointment in his voice nearly brought her to tears. Nearly.
"I could have." She admitted without deflection. "But I chose not to. Because I never wanted any of it to touch you. The Urge, what I had done in Baldur's Gate or who I had been and what I was becoming. I did not want those things to exist in the same space as you."
"You considered me incapable of standing beside you in that reality," he huffed, and the scholarly elaboration was entirely gone from his voice now, reduced to something skeletal and honest and far more painful for it. "You determined I was too fragile. Too decent. Too fundamentally removed from the darkness that constitutes your reality to be permitted to witness it."
Her head came up sharply, eyes finding his. His jaw was set again, his posture outwardly composed in the way she had learned, over years of loving him, to recognize as its own kind of fury.
"The exact opposite. You are a good man, Gale. You are my husband. You have always been worthy. Capable and powerful—"
Nothing. No visible reaction. Not even the flicker of acknowledgment she had hoped for.
"I made the conscious choice not to include you," she continued, her voice steadier than she felt. "To keep this from you. I did not want anything I have been or done to touch you."
Gentlest of tags for @bladesingerlily (YOU PROMISED) @alrendriablaze and @unovafarm who liked the previous parts as well as @lilhumanoid @the-font-bandit @the-shadowfell-darkroom @cornamentado @chaushaus @archduchessgortash (save my Saturday morning, please) @adrielmancy (show us that outline WIP!) @thechaosbard @alliskit @faeriiefire @starlit-serpent and @lilhumanoid
Ok so I was asked what I do by someone, and since I am back on Tumblr, it's time to do a lil reintroduction post!! 💙
So hi, pleased to make your acquaintance. My name is Debbie and I do virtual photography for Baldur's Gate 3 for close to 3 years! I'm born and based in Singapore
You may have seen this lovely Tav before on Instagram and Bluesky together with a certain Wizard of Waterdeep and the ship name Weavelock floating around.
Reintroducing my Galemancer Tav Odilia who is Gale's "Fiesty warlock", as she's a Warlock herself. A few fun facts about her are:
1. In almost every VP she is in, she's always seen in her favourite shade of blue, aka the in-game dye Boreal Blue.
2. She's of Malatran-Balduran descent, meaning she's Wasian in modern terms. She's half Caucasian and half Peranakan Chinese. I had recently privately commissioned an outfit mod named the "Nyonya Kebaya" after the cultural attire worn by the women in my heritage as a Peranakan Chinese (As seen on Odilia's VP on the left). You will see her donning the Nyonya Kebaya in art c0mms which I will be sharing here in a bit!
3. She's a half-elf with a human warlock father who's of Malatran descent and her estranged cleric elf mother. She has been born and raised by her father's family until her abduction by her mother 10 years ago.
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I'll be regularly sharing VPs and throwback art commissions like how I do on Instagram and Bluesky, and I'll be linking my socials in my top header/description.
I see so many people saying shit like "the way fandoms behave makes me really nervous to write the story I want to write, what if my fandom sucks" and I just want to sit down with all of them and be like it's ok, you don't have to worry, you're not going to be famous
reblogging with these tags from @vicholas because it's true and I keep witnessing people kneecapping themselves like this. don't create for other people both because it will be bad for your art and also because you will be severely disappointed lmao
Summary: While Wander and Karlach are out foraging, a lucky discovery prompts Karlach to try to get to know the other tiefling a little better.
Author’s Note: This one is coming out so much later than I planned for. Finals, summer, and a bunch of other fics kind of got in the way of working on this one. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it! I’ll hopefully be able to update this much more often now, and I have some other upcoming projects as well.
Chapter 5 is here
First Chapter is here
Full Series is here
Taglist (ask if you’d like to be added/removed): @optimisticgrey, @quinthebard, @deianestormborn, @riddlerosehearts, @tociminna
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Wyll’s voice drifts back to me. “Do you think we’ll be able to find any more animals around here?”
“With the goblins around? Not likely,” Wander says. “Especially not if they’re competing with an owlbear family.”
There’s a touch of nervousness in their voice. I guess we have been burning through our supplies pretty quickly, and judging by the little whispered talks that they’ve been having with Gale, that seems to have been weighing more heavily on them than on anyone else. Hopefully we’ll at least be able to find some more mushrooms or something.
Suddenly, Wander freezes for a moment before racing off into the woods with a shout of, “Look!”
So much for having a nice, simple hike. I rip my axe off my back, charging after them, with Wyll and Lae’zel quickly following suit. I burst into a little clearing, quickly scanning the area for more goblins or ogres or even a mind flayer, only to be greeted with nothing of the sort. Wander is crouched in front of a cluster of bright green, prickly bushes dotted with little red fruits. They pick one, holding it up with a triumphant grin.
“They’re raspberries,” they announce as they look over their shoulder, gaze settling on me.
