#lore: hc

[ligmabhaals]

tell me a headcanon you have from bg3! any character you like, whatever you like, however many you like. i just wanna know your thoughts 🥰

gale treats first for my wizard kissers:

let's start with something controversial!! i actually don't think gale means wizardry as superior to other magic users. even as a career sorcerer, i didn't read condescension in his dialogue, i think he's just deeply socially clumsy, especially before you understand exactly where his strong values of mastery are coming from. to love magic, to love the weave the way that he does, means to love its threads and blooms where they present themselves, even if those manifestations aren't masterful, to him, they are still worship. they are still organic. a sorcerer, a bard, a druid, without study, are raw gemstones, wizardry teaches to cut and polish for shine and precision. this does not mean a cluster, a geode, are not beautiful. a line out of my writing notes: "Your magic is unrefined. That is not the same as unworthy."

this one i will admit is adapted from the fandom chitterings, and i don't use in my works, but i love the ea design of the orb necrotizing him more rapidly than we have in release. the bandaged arms, the fanwork designs of gauntness spreading from the heart. the idea that he is not using illusory magic merely to give himself abs but to conceal the years off of his life and the flesh that the orb has stolen from him. delicious.

this one i do use in my works, though. karsite arthritis. karthritis.

i got the bug where his martyr flags go all wonky and even though he has promised not to approximately one william times, he still offers to use the orb last minute at the brain stem to ensure your safety. i don't know if this is or ever will be fixed but this is permanent in me now. he would. HE WOULD

not a prude, just private, which is canon, but i absolutely do not think this little freak would actually turn to you with the entire traveling party in earshot after a gruesome combat and audibly talk about how hard he got. that shit happens quietly and while the others are busy 1000%

thigh guy

now let's get funky!!!!!!!!! astarion karlach wyll ot3!!!!!

astarion does all kinds of gremlin, cat-knocking-stuff-of-shelves nonsense just in the sheer delight of his thorough exploration of free will, until he can't stand his own mess

curls up near karlach for the heat, secure in that she can not touch him for many tendays. when she gets her engine upgraded he is already comfortable enough with her that he doesn't flinch or recoil when she hugs him. he still tells the others not to get any funny ideas.

becomes so nauseous at the prospect of being detached from his two living comfort blankets that he chases wyll and karlach into avernus. karlach eventually motivates him into admitting his feelings for wyll. they return to the sword coast for the party a poly triad. i love them???

one more cherry on top, out of left field. white or black sclera, i always give the dream guardian bright pink irises. i like to think it's the one thing the emperor can't conceal. 🕶️

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Fun Facts About Your Tav

Answer the questions about your Tavs (as many as you want) below! ❤️ Make sure to post their pics so I can see their lovely faces!

heartfelt thanks to @window-on-the-west for the tag <3 i have so many scattered little drabbles for her, but have never really sat down to consider the whole, so this was challenging and fun :') this was also how i found out that 90% of my screenshots of her are mad and dirty!?! i am always using soap and this bitch is always dirty

Az'zael (also answers to Az, Zae, Az'el)

Age: nebulously late 30s, early 40s. Strengths: excellent strategist. silver tongue can get her into anyone's good graces and any place she's not supposed to be. (she uses these forces for good, now. mostly.) determined, strong resolve. fierce belief in the principle of free will. elects to choose grace over resentment and believes in second chances, but isn't afraid of the nuclear option where necessary. suspiciously proficient in anatomy. Weaknesses: emotional blunting, disconnection and denial. growing up in an environment where feelings like affection and want were punished, she partitioned those things away long ago and has a hard time contextualizing her reactions to things. this is her central character development; slowly (and then rapidly) unlocking her depth of humanity through exposure and intimacy with her companions. also, neuropathy due to ~the meddling~, not a character weakness but it affects her physical strength so i'm counting it.

Class: storm sorcerer, emphasis on, we'll say, the effects of electricity on the nervous system. Race: human-- fought for and earned. Siblings: not anymore. :') Favorite food: meat, some things don't change. she's definitely happiest when gale gets his arsenal of herbs and spices back, but has an emotional attachment to the simple fish stew he would make early on the road to baldur's gate. he still makes it for her when she's sick. Least favorite food: very little of a sweet tooth, most sweets and candies she finds far too cloying. but i'm gonna shamelessly self insert here and say that she'll crave a very dense and dark chocolate or other such rich treat now and again, i think it suits her.

Tav or Dark Urge?: dark urge, redeemed, still a little freaky with it 😎👍 No-pressure tags: @chaoswritesthemultiverse, @waterdhaviancheeses 🫶

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headcanon that when gale invites durge out to the clearing that night with intimate intent, durge originally asks to stay grounded and corporeal for it but as gale goes to remove their shirt they freeze and remember how scarred and marred their torso is, from [redacted]'s experimentation, like, there's no way she tidied up and healed up all the scars, right? and it burns that they don't even remember. what could they have done to deserve this.

but gale wants to reassure them, and they want him to know them, even if they don't remember. so they let their arms up and slowly, as the shirt pulls off, gale's face falls, and durge is mortified, wrenching their eyes closed in shame and resigned sorrow that this isn't going to happen anymore. and then they feel their hand against gale's chest, where he's taken it and put it against the scar that the orb deepens every day, and his other hand on their sternum where the thickest part of their scar is, and they look up at him and see that he understands, that his face isn't showing disappointment, it's empathy. and he tells them that they already forgave him his past, that they get the grace to just be what they are today too,

but if you're not comfortable,

and maybe that's enough for durge, maybe that's all it takes for them to cut him off with their hands and mouth and relief and gratitude, or maybe it's a different gratitude that has them laying side by side for hours, holding each other, silent promises to buy themselves more time.

but. maybe durge still wants it so bad, and just can't reckon with their own body, how distracting and demoralizing it would be to have to feel their past with every touch and shift when all they want is to just have this night. so gale offers his hand, glowing, and tells durge that they are beautiful in any form, to him, but that their body isn't what makes them them. and maybe the greatest gift he can give durge in that moment is to just be energy for a night, any night, until they decide they're ready otherwise.

and after durge's redemption, or rejection, however you'd like to look at it; living as humans or gods, durge may eventually come to terms with their scars, indifferent to them or maybe they're a source of pride and strength, after the fact. if they ascend with gale, maybe they heal them, or maybe leave them deliberately, as a reminder. but i think they never forget the grace that gale gave them that night. of forgiveness, and of agency.