#baldurs gate headcanons

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can I request Clingy Astarion headcanons with Tav and he really likes sleepy cuddles too.

Astarion, now that he knows cuddles are a thing, is obsessed with them.

He spends every night curled up next to Tav. Right next to them on the bed, with his arms around them; even though he doesn’t technically sleep.

He also makes a grand show of ‘going to bed’ now.

Commenting on how late it’s gotten, dramatic yawns, inching closer & closer to the bedroom.

If that doesn’t work Astarion will just pout. Much like a grumpy cat who is ready for bed and his owner won’t get move.

Staring around the corner at them with a piercing, miffed gaze until they come along.

Only content when they are finally in bed ready for rest.

[faerybella219]

I just think Gale would be so warm.

The type of warm where you sit next to him and just feel the heat radiating off his body. It’s cold when the sun goes down and all you want is heat. You bundle yourself in layers and sit next to the fire as Gale chops up vegetables and roasts meat in a pot for dinner. Every now and then your knees brush together or bump elbows. The first time it happened he lets out an “Oop, apologies,” to which you hastily reply “Oh, its alright.” Really, you thought, it’s more than alright. Since then he stopped apologizing when it happens, seemingly not paying any mind to it.

You can’t help feeling you’re a bit in the way, but your tent is a chilling place- literally. He hasn’t said anything about you being next to him, and the warmth and smell of stew is a great comfort right now. His velvet pajamas seem so comfortable in the firelight. The purple fabric, the embroidered collar and cuffs, and the matching belt which seemed to pin back an excess of fabric reflected a cool hue onto his concentrated face. His gaze seemed to drift off into the flames, the fatty pork leg you found earlier sizzling.

“Smells good,” you remark, a smile quirking your occasionally shivering face.

Gale seems to be pulled from his thoughts when he looks over at you. “Yes, it’s not everyday we’re blessed with good meat. Hopefully this fills us up tonight.”

You nod, a shudder running through you. He glances you over in concern. “A bit cold?”

“You don’t feel it?”

“Ah, no. My body tends to run a bit on the warm side. Always has. Makes me a good bed for a tressym!”

You laugh, and he continues reminiscing. “Tara loved to sit on my stomach while I read in the library. Sometimes she would even have me read to her… don’t tell her I told you that though,” he barks out a laugh before murmuring, “she would be quite embarrassed.”

You think about meeting his cat- tressym. Hopefully she likes you. You think about his library in Waterdeep. Sitting on a chaise lounge with him, your back against his warm chest while he reads to you. His hands on your waist holding you close. Would you even make it that far? The sudden silence that falls between you means Gale wonders the same.

Gale clears his throat. “Well- erm. The stew still has a bit until it’s done. Hopefully that will warm you up.”

Your backs are propped against the wood log which lays behind you. He inconspicuously scoots a bit closer and opens a book which laid on the log. You try to peer over his shoulder to see what he’s reading. There’s nothing else for you to do, and you wouldn’t mind being closer. Your gaze does not go unnoticed.

Gale glances between you and the page, and you almost notice a pink hue creeping across his cheeks. No- probably just the firelight.

“Do you happen to be interested in Menzoberranzan horticulture? I find their uses of the Green Sleep fungus especially titillating.”

You’ve never heard of it before. “Sounds interesting.”

“Oh, that’s only the beginning. Would you.. would you like to read with me?” Gale extends the book further in your direction in offering, looking at you expectantly.

“Sure,” you say. Scooting closer you try to remain casual and unaffected. Your sides are touching now, his feet on the ground with the book propped open on his legs. Gods, he’s so warm. You feel as though you’re thawing just sitting next to him.

Every now and then he looks at your face, silently asking if he can flip the page. You always just nod, finding it hard to concentrate on reading. His chest rises and falls steadily, his freshly calloused fingers occasionally point out especially interesting passages, and you relax (trying not to melt) into his side. At one point you think you might start to drift off right there, your eyes half lidded.

Suddenly the air starts to smell yummier- fuller and flavored. You realize your eyes are opening to the sight of Gale checking the contents of the pot simmering on the fire.

He turns back to you, “Well, the stew is done.”

Just as you straighten up, he hands you a full bowl. A sheepish smile crawls across his face, and surprisingly he doesn’t say anything.

[ubebaebie]

How the Tadfools play Minecraft

Gale: Bro is here just building the house. He gets lost VERY easily, and should not go mining. But if you need a farm or some redstone? He gochu.

Shadowheart: 500 wolfs and 500 cats (me) and they ALL stay inside because if one of her dogs die she’s going to blow up the server. She def has a cute little axoltl pet from Lae’zel’s adventuring sessions.

Lae’zel: banned from building a house bc she made a dirt home. She is adventuring MASTER and is usually the gatherer. Need iron? She’s got you. Nether? Piece of cake for her.

Wyll: water bucket clutch OG. Ik he was a threat on bedwars 😮‍💨 but on server he’ll probably be cave exploring, and also just exploring. He always finds villages and usually takes care of his villagers.

Karlach: she keeps dying to fall damage bc she runs everywhere really fast. But! She usually goes adventuring as well. Half of shadowheart’s dogs are also probably hers. She also really loves her flowers, and really loves the cute little fat bees.

Astarion: villager enslavement. He has a torture chamber for when they don’t give him good loot. He also builds with Gale, bc he is VERY particular on color schemes and different wood. He has sent Lae’zel on a 3 hour excursion (IN REAL LIFE MIND YOU) for dark oak wood.

[blkgirl-writing]

Random NSFW Gale of Waterdeep headcanons

TW: mentions of male masterbation, pining, sex, oral, romance, some angst, reader called a woman and implied cis. I recommend listening to touch tank while reading. Please send in requests!

Gale has been alone, touch starved for many, many years

So for a fact, this man whimpers when you first touch him in a different way. A lingering grab of his arm, a few brushes against his hands, brushing shoulders when sitting next to your camp fire, etc

And he plays it off very well. You’d believe him if it weren’t for the growing tent in that robe

Gale is very much in denial about it all. His own feelings, your feelings

You’d have to clearly paint the picture of you wanting him for Gale to actually act on it

Oh and if you decide to tease him? He’s gonna be thinking about you all night. There’s a lot of emotions there. You’d be his first moral lover in a long, long time

And then he beats himself up over thinking of you as a lover, as if you’d want him like he wants you

Gale grinds onto his bedroll in his sleep. Something you noticed after waking up in the middle of the night

But how you and Gale get to fucking is not for this random cannons. That’s for another time. How he fucks, however, is for right now

Gale may be behind on his kissing skills but he is certainly still is fantastic at giving head

And he’s so enthusiastic about it too. This man wants to live between your thighs, especially if they’re big, he’s use them exclusively as pillows, no exceptions

His tongue isn’t the only magical thing either

He’s a wizard, he casts spells, he uses his hands, he can learn you inside and out very fast, it only took a few seconds for him to get the perfect rhythm of his fingers pulling inside to get you screaming his name

And he’ll be between your legs until you’re a shaking mess, pressing your legs further apart with his big hands, fingernails digging into your skin. and only then come up for air

Although you don’t get much of a break as he whispers the filthiest sentences right in your ear, using giving you hickeys as pauses from his vulgar tales of what he will do to you

Based on all that you’d probably think he loves getting oral

Because it’s true, Gale loves when you suck his dick. But he likes it softer, not sloppy and fast, but very sensual

His favorite position is anything where he can see your face, he wants to look into your eyes when you cum

Him telling you to hold your orgasm so he can stick his tongue back in you to taste you

If it were up to Gale, y’all would fuck after every and any fight, he can’t tear his eyes off you the whole time

[candyk0rn]

Comforting your tears-BG3

If they found you crying

Ugh I know my old friends are sick of this prompt because I’ve probably done it one hundred times..but can you blame me??

Before reading: gn reader, Angst (if you squint) with comfort, Astarion x reader, Gale x reader, Halsin x reader (separate)

Astarion:

Astarion has shed his fair share of tears in his prolonged life

Not recently, of course (Unless this takes place after a certain quest line…)

And he’s used to seeing others cry, wether they be his conquests when they realize his actual intentions,

Wether he sees a lost child in the night sobbing for his mother,

Wether it be a sad woman mourning a loss in the darkened graveyard

But he’s never seen you cry, and he’s never craved that sight either

He’s not sure why you were crying, and he doesn’t take time to ask you that

Because if he’s being honest, he doesn’t know what to do

He has never once had to comfort another’s tears, and if he ever has, there was always an ulterior motive

But here you were, trying to suck back floods of tears before him

And all he could do was stand still, a small furrow in his brow

In all honesty, he waits for you to do something first

To reach for him, to say his name, anything

Even just telling him to go away would be enough, because it would give him the slightest bit of direction

If you shove him away, without hesitation he shall flee

But if you move the slightest bit, he rushes to your side

His hand twitch as they hold you, not knowing if this is truly what you need to feel better

But perhaps, these hands which have killed many,

Can also comfort.

Gale:

Similar to Astarion, he’s not quite sure what the best remedy for a broken heart is

But he is a lot less clueless

When he sees you, he wishes so badly to take all of your pain and inflict it onto himself

He’d rather die than see you like this again

He thinks back to his youth, how his mother would confer him when he would cry or become upset

He also thinks ‘How would I want to be comforted?” Only to be bombarded with thoughts of Tara purring sleepily in his lap

So that wasn’t gonna work

He silently takes you in his arms, rubbing loving circles into your back

He kisses your temple, whispering ‘What’s wrong?’ Into your ear

If you shake your head or don’t respond, he’s not going to push you for any more information

If you begin to tell him, he listens diligently, not interrupting you

He rocks you back and forth, hoping he’s helping you in some way

My bro is trying his best 💪

Halsin:

Halsin is easier than the other two because omg he’d be the best at comforting you

Like Gale, he would just scoop you up in his arms and shower you with affection

He’s also a very smooth talker

You need him to distract you? He already has a story to tell you

You need him to whisper loving nothings into your ear? He’s gonna make it his life goal to make your cheeks grow red

He takes your hand in his, placing it atop of his chest, allowing you to feel the soft rise and fall of his breathing

This is something he does often, waiting for you to follow suit

Times like these are precious to him, because it shows him that you feel able to be vulnerable around him

In his eyes, vulnerability is so beautiful, even if it leaves your face tear stained and red

He presses his lips to your temple, lingering for a long moment

He wouldn’t mind staying like this for a while

Thanks for reading!!

[astariontopofme]

Tav: We need someone small to crawl through that gap in the cave.

Everyone: *looks at Astarion*

Astarion: Oh suuuure. As if two hundred years of slavery weren’t enough, I must squeeze myself into a hole for the likes of you people… *crosses his arms in a huff*

Tav: *feeling guilty* I’ll do it.

Astarion: *rolling his eyes* No. I will do it. You just stand there and look pretty.

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[eubomubo]

🌿|Midnight escapades| 🌿

(Mentions: sleepwalking)

The quiet hum of the night was a welcome salve to Halsin's senses. The forest lullabies soothed his soul when he was far from the trees of the Emerald Grove.

The camp was still. Only the occasional rustle of a restless companion broke the silence, or perhaps the faint crackle of the dying fire. Halsin had quickly learned to treasure these moments of peace. They were rare gifts, during their volatile journey.

But tonight? Tonight the peace was broken.

A faint noise stirred him from his slumber. Wind, perhaps. Or maybe an animal venturing too close to camp. But then it came again. Soft. Deliberate. The unmistakable clink of glass against metal.

His brow furrowed and he sat up.

Sharp eyes scanned the camp until they landed on his pack, where a small figure hunched over.

Y/n.

Her hands were buried deep in his belongings, and to his dismay... truly, his heart sank at the sight... she held his small jar of honey. The one he had been saving for a rare moment of indulgence. A pang of betrayal pierced his chest, sharp and unexpected. Y/n had always been a trusted companion. Her quick wit, her sharp instincts a boon to their group's survival, he'd always believed. To see her now, stealing from him, it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Y/n," he called softly, his voice laced with disappointment as he stood, approaching slowly. "What are you doing?"

She didn't respond. Her movements remained slow, methodical even, as she pried open the jar and swiped her fingers through it.

"Y/n!" His tone sharpened, frustration bubbling to the surface. "You need only ask if you were hungry. I would have shared it gladly. But to steal—" He took a sharp breath, trying to temper his anger. "Why would you do this?"

Still, nothing. Not a word. She didn't even look at him, her focus entirely on the honey as she brought her sticky fingers to her mouth.

"Answer me!" Halsin demanded, his voice rising. He stepped closer. His large frame towered over her, casting a shadow in the moonlight. "Is this how you repay the trust I have placed in you? Speak!"

But Y/n remained silent. Her expression was blank, eerily serene, he thought, in a way that made his skin prickle. His patience snapped like a dry twig. He grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around to face him, his eyes sharp with a mixture of betrayal and anger.

"Look at me!" he growled. "What have you to say for yourself—?"

He stopped. Mid-sentence. The words dying in his throat.

For the first time, he got a good look at her. At her glossy, unfocused eyes. Her face, completely devoid of its usual sharp awareness. The slack posture, the clumsy movements... By Silvanus, he'd seen this look before.

Realization struck.

"She's… asleep," he murmured, his anger dissolving into astonishment.

His hand remained on her shoulder as he stared. All his earlier rage leaving instantly, that sense of betrayal... it curdled into guilt, that sat heavy in his chest. "By Silvanus, what have I done?" he whispered.

He had misjudged her so gravely. Assuming betrayal where there was none.

Gently now, so gently, he shook her shoulder. "Y/n… wake up. You're not yourself."

She blinked. Slow. Confused. Her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. Instead, she swayed slightly, her body leaning into him with the trust of someone lost in dreams. Halsin caught her instinctively. His large hands steadied her as she muttered something barely audible.

"Honey…" she mumbled, her voice barely audible. "… from the woods…"

Halsin blinked. Then, he couldn't help it, a laugh bubbled up in his chest, low and rumbling. "From the woods?" he repeated, shaking his head. "You truly are a creature of peculiar whims, y/n."

He chuckled as she reached out blindly. Her hands batting at the thin air before finding his chest. She weakly pawed at him, still searching for the honey. "You're relentless, even in your sleep," he said, amusement thick in his voice.

Carefully, he moved, grabbing the jar and setting it aside. Then he guided her back to her bedroll. Small shuffling steps. Clumsy. Y/n followed his lead with the pliancy of a dreamer, collapsing onto her blankets without protest. She muttered again. The words came out slurred but vaguely comprehensible.

"Bees... Don't share..."

This time, Halsin's laugh came louder. He covered his mouth quickly. Mustn't awake the others. "If the bees are truly so selfish, perhaps you should confront them instead of raiding my pack," he whispered, crouching beside her.

He crouched beside her for a moment, watching. Shaking his head from the absurdity of it all. This wasn't the betrayal he had feared, far from it. It was endearing, he thought, in its own strange way. A reminder of the quirks that made their group so unique and so special.

He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face making her stir slightly “Mmm…"

He chuckled, His shoulders shaking with mirth. "I'll be certain to hide the honey better next time, lest you mount another midnight raid."

He stood then, gathering the jar and the rest of his scattered supplies. Back into his pack they went. Though this time, he tucked the honey deep beneath his other belongings. No more temptations for her late night wanderings, he thought with a wry smile.

As he lay back onto his roll, the events replayed in his mind like a particularly amusing tale. A warm smile lingered on his lips. "Truly, Y/n," he muttered to himself, "Only you could turn a simple jar of honey into a tale worth telling."

And with that thought warming him more than any campfire could, he drifted back to sleep. Lighter in spirit. Grateful for the unexpected levity she had brought to his night.

[jessikarhaums]

Bg3 companions during Christmas:

Karlach:

LOVES IT, goes all the way with decorations, music, presents the lot. Loves a good holiday

Shadowheart:

Some decorations, Christmas tree but more loves it as an excuse to spend time with close friends and family. Classic Christmas lunch is a must.

Lae'zel:

Somewhat confused about the whole thing. Loves a snowball fight though. May find an excuse to get caught under the mistletoe with Tav or Shadowheart (but wouldn't admit it)

Astarion:

Organises a huge feast for everyone, plenty of food and of course plenty of wine. All in Cazador's old palace of course.

Gale:

Enjoys the season but not over the top. Will wear a Christmas sweater. Tara and he did gifts though of course.

Jaheira:

Not as extravagant as Astarion but will prepare a lovely home cooked meal for Christmas. Absolutely delicious and all of the tadpole friends are invited.

Wyll:

Loved Christmas growing up, so Astarion's feast reminds him of his childhood. Definitely gets gifts for some of the local kids in Baldurs Gate.

Halsin:

Spends basically the entire month sitting under the mistletoe. No subtlety at all from him.