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- Tiriel as a protagonist
- Heavily wounded Astarion
- Vampire hunters are on the loose
- You can always lose your freedom
- Domestic fluff comfort
- Pregnancy isn't an obstacle if one is going to beat someone's ass
Could you please do some headcanons about Chiyo's childhood and youth?
I'm so glad you find my weird woman interesting @spacebarbarianweird! Chiyo is a new OC for a new series of stories I'm writing (hopefully one chapter will be completed soon). I just got the idea when starting a new playthrough (after being locked out of my Zélie's one before the final fight, damn it all) and she just wouldn't leave me alone.
So here are some headcanons from her youth. First, her parents:
Chiyo's youth:
Thanks for your request!
Wow what a story! I want to read about her parents and their love story! And also the White Worm!
Synopsis: Astarion and Tiriel have a very busy night after a battle and have to deal with unexpected consequences.
Tags: smut, breeding, hurt/comfort, some emotional angst It's not exactly a breeding fic since neither Astarion nor Tiriel planned to have a child, but the shameless smut ended with unplanned pregnancy. And now they have to deal with what comes next. Bonus: you will learn why Astarion calls Alethaine 'princess'
Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!
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Could you please write more about pregnant Tiriel? Your writing about her finding out she's expecting and about Astarion hearing the baby's heartbeat were one of my favorites?
Synopsis: Astarion takes care of pregnant Tiriel.
Tags: dadstarion, pregnancy, fluff
Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!
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So as of the new year I've gotten to play Baldurs Gate 3
I would love to see all your favorite Tav screenshots or illustrations! With a bit of additional information: their names, classes, background and their romance! I kinda just want to indulge in everyone's creativity :D
Tiriel the Barbarian, or Tiriel of the Sunset Mountains, is a Half-Elf with Chaotic Allignment. She is an affair child, and her mother treated like shit because she was a "fairy bastard".
When Tiriel was 15, her human siblings tried to kill her, but, instead they woke "rage" in her, a primal fury of their warrior ancestors.
Tiriel is brave and easily get into the fights. For her, there is nothing better than a good tavern brawl and ale. She can survive in the wild for months and usually solves her problems with yelling at people she doesn't like.
It's also possible she is dyslexic since no one has managed to teach her how to read. But she speaks a dozen of Common dialects and knows hundreds of songs and fairytales.
answer in the tags: if your tav was a recruitable companion in bg3, where on the map would you find them and what would they be doing? would they be hostile to the player, or need their help with something before they could be recruited?
Tiriel would be found in the Blighted Village slaughtering goblins. Why is she doing this? What is she trying to achieve? What tadpole? A mystery!
And she would gladly join the gang just for fun. "I can rage!"
"We have Karlach and she can rage, too"
"You know what's better than a Barbarian Woman? Two Barbarian Women! Oh, and who is this elf in your party? Is he single?"
which oc would you say was your ‘oc of the year’? (because you made them this year, they had the most development this year, or you just feel like it)
This grump right here
Tiriel the Barbarian! A Half-Elf Barbarian with Chaotic Good Allignment!
Broke: Realizing that you accidently named your OC Tav as a character from another videogame and being sad about it. Woke: Tyrael the Barbarian was born in a human village where every single person hated Elves and Elven culture. The girl was abused and neglected due to her mother's infidelity as if it was her fault the married woman had fallen for a stranger. Instead of a name, Tyrael had offending nicknames like "that girl" or "fairy bastard". After leaving the village for good, the young warrior decided to take an Elven name (since Half-Elves who are raised my Humans usually take Elven names and vice versa). She had no idea what names Elves usually have and just chose one which sounded "Elvish" to her. The origin and the meaning of her name is unknown but elves usually assume it's some human name with a reference to Tyr, God of Justice.
I am bored at work
Tiriel (she\her) - Half-Elf Barbarian. Her human ancestors are the people of the Sunset Mountains who believe there is fire in their veins. Despite her resent toward humans who raised her, Tiriel has much more common with warriors and barbarians of the wild rather than with elves she knows nothing about.
My favourite type of posts! Tyrael: Half-Elf Barbarian with Chaotic Good allignment, deeply in love with Astarion
A short fluff for BG3 Winter Holiday Challenge.
Prompt: Snow&Ice
Tags: fluff, pregnancy
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Astarion gasps as the freezing grasp of the nightmare lets him go. He doesn't remember what exactly decided to torment his mind this time, but it wasn't anything pleasant, that's for sure.
For a few seconds, Astarion can't understand where he is. It's a dark room with a low wooden ceiling. The blizzard howls, threatening to freeze to death anyone who dares step outside.
"Hm?", he hears a sweet sleepy voice. Gentle hands wrap around his body. "Nightmares again?"
Astarion turns his face to you. The warmth of your body returns him to reality, washing away the dirt of the cruel visions.
"It's all right", he whispers back. "Sleep."
You adjust yourself to his body, intertwining your legs with his and placing your head on his chest. You are so close he can hear blood streaming through your veins.
Before, he could ask you for blood. But not now.
Your rounded belly rests on his stomach. Your half-elven body easily betrays your pregnancy - it's visible to everyone with eyes.
And Astarion is scared. That is probably what came to him in the nightmare. Something about this thing that's so natural for mortals and so unnatural for the undead.
Pregnancy.
He caresses the belly trying to concentrate on something else. On something good.
But, gods know, it's difficult.
"Astarion, you are starving. You need to go on a hunt", you whisper to him, finally opening your eyes.
"I didn't know you were so eager to become a single mother", he chuckles. "It's too cold even for me"
"Maybe you will ask someone in the town? They will gladly share animal blood with you."
"Trust me, they tolerate me only because not once in these five years I've tried to feed on something that belongs to them. Vampires can live without food for years, love. I can wait at least a day before the blizzard ends."
You sigh and tug him closer. He can see your freckles, these gorgeous sunmarks. Red hair. Half-elven ears.
He still can't fathom this idea. It's something abstract, unreal. Just a word without a meaning. Your body is changing. Sometimes you have such insane mood swings he has no idea what to do. And you feel so delicate in his arms that he is afraid to hurt you.
"Are you afraid?", you finally ask.
"Yes. I am."
A pleasant silence falls once again.
"Me too. Considering how shitty my own mother was, it's not like I have a healthy maternity example. On the bright side, I have a very clear idea of what I am not supposed to do with an innocent child."
"It will probably be a dhampir, love. Aren't you afraid of that? That it's just a monster inside you?"
"I willingly went to bed with you. What else would I expect?"
You hug him tight and he is lost in your breathing and the heartbeat. So alive. So kind. So brave.
He willingly went to bed with someone whose weapon of choice is a two-handed axe he can't even lift. Someone who could easily pet a dragon. What else did he expect? Of course you aren't afraid of monsters.
But it doesn't mean he isn't scared of the future to come.
"I am cold", you suddenly say.
"I am sorry", he tries to pull away - his cold body isn't a great source of warmth.
"Don't move!" you tighten your muscles not allowing him to go.
"I will make you colder."
"So what?"
He gives up and keeps enjoying your warmth. Does the baby have this warmth, too? Or it's more undead than mortal? It bugs Astarion that he hasn't found any information on how the pregnancy is supposed to progress if the child is a dhampir.
Does it even have a heartbeat?
It seems like you have fallen asleep once again. He smiles, studying your face in the dark.
The sound of a blizzard lulls him so is your breathing. Nothing to be afraid of. The past is past, no matter how horrible it was.
And then Astarion hears another sound.
He can't understand what this is and is surprised that your heartbeat feels so weak.
Then he hears yours, loud and stong.
And the other one, weak and hardly identified by his sharp senses.
It seems like he flinches because you are awake again.
"What is it?"
Astarion sits up and puts his hands on the belly. The tears flow down his pale face and he doesn't try to wipe them away.
"My love, what happened?" you reach out for his curls and touch the tip of the right ear.
"I-", the words are stuck in his throat. "It's the heartbeat. I can hear our child's heartbeat!"
Astarion tugs you closer for a kiss. He laughs joyfully, muttering words of gratitude in Elven as if forgetting how to speak Common all of a sudden.
You spend what looks like an eternity in each other arms. Then, you pull away a bit.
"Astarion. I am so sorry to ruin the moment but I am dying of hunger, too. Can we go downstairs? I will fetch something for myself and the baby."
He chuckles. "Don't be ridiculous, darling. You stay in the warmth under the blanket and I will cook for you."
"You?" you laugh innocently. You've been together for twenty years and Astarion rarely has to cook only if you fell so sick he has to feed you.
"Well, I suppose our child won't drink blood. So, I have a few more months to learn how to prepare food."
"At least let me help you before you burn the house", you reach out for him and he lifts you in the air. "Will you get me back on my feet?"
"No, why should I?"
You put your head on his chest. "All right, then. Carry us downstairs, my beautiful husband!"
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Sooo… I like making my life difficult but I also want you all to be happy and enjoy NSFW headcanons. Besides, wizards are a popular class and they are known to be slutty.
Thank you @tallymonster @satanicspinosaurus @tragedybunny and @rachelle-on-the-run for ideas!
Feel free to send me requests about other classes and races
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astarion with wizard!tav
Oh, this one is tricky! Never played a wizard (I am too dumb for this class) and I hope I haven't dissapointed you!
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I saw post by @its-sixxers and made one for my OC Tiriel
*Herr Mannelig - is a Swedish folk ballad about a Mountain Troll who falls in love with a knight. In my HC, there is a similar song composed by half-elfs which tells a story of a human woman who falls in love with an elf.