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sorcerous-caress · 6 months

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Giving them a hug

[ Bg3, fluff, nb!reader, several characters ]

[ Omeluum, The Emperor, Nere, Nym, Sorn, Minthara, Raphael ]

Omeluum

"Child, you have returned. Has your search been completed?" Floating just above the moss covered ground, the mindflayer you've grown quite accustomed to seeing as of lately, was in his usual spot.

Without saying a word, you saw the curiosity in Omeluum's eyes as you approached him.

He didn't make a move as he observed you move even closer, wrapping your hands around him and burying your face in the front of his robe.

You can feel the tentacles floating above your head, unsure of where to go and awkwardly moving away to give your body the proper space.

Pressing yourself closer into his embrace, you took a deep breath as you felt his long arms pat your back.

"It seems you have been in quite the stressful state."

You didn't let go. You didn't want to. Omeluum understood that in his own way, finding your specie's need for physical contact very fascinating.

More so that you chose him as your stress relief, he feels deeply honoured.

The Emperor

"Very well." A familiar voice spoke inside your mind. And just like that, a portal to the asteral plane opened up to you

Stepping inside, you were met with the person of your dreams. Every detail of their being moulded to your taste and liking.

"There you are." A honeyed voice called out to you from their soft lips. They approached you with the enthusiasm of an overseas lover finally coming home to their partner.

"No." You took a step back from their offered embrace, inviting you into their warmth. "Not this, I want the real you."

The most beautiful eyes you've ever seen in your life stared at you with a worried expression. That faux worry barely lasted a second before their face became neutral again.

"As you say." Dispelling the illusion, The Emperor stood above you with his towering figure. Cold tendrills and the same haunting purple eyes.

Making the first move, you took a couple of steps forward. The tentacles parted and made a space for you to slot your body against his.

Cold to the touch with a very unfamiliar texture, it was smooth yet hard in certain places. Still, you wrapped your arms around him in a resemblance of a hug.

His tentacles slowly curled around your body parts. Twirling itself around each part and bringing you even closer.

He didn't have a heartbeat. He head three instead, each of them drumming to their own rhythm.

The tentacles kept caressing you, his arms stayed at his sides.

Nere

"You should've left to deliver my important message to general Thorm." Nere's voice didn't hide his annoyance and neither did his look of disdain, "just what are you waiting around for?"

You shrugged, "a hug."

Preparing yourself to receive even more mocking and complaining, you were pleasantly met with a tired sigh instead.

"First that...filthy drider creature's bursts of insanity and now your perversion, why do I always get the defective ones." Nere impatiently made his way into your personal space.

Just as you started to explain how you truly just wanted a simple hug and didn't have ulterior intentions, you were rudly hushed and pulled against his body.

He smelled...like burned powder and rubble, of course he did. But below it, you could catch a faint scent of lavender.

His arms were firm as they held you in place, squeezing just enough to make you feel a comfortable pressure.

And when you wrapped your arms around him gently, hugging him back, you swore you saw his pointy ears droop just slightly.

This was...really nice actually. You never expected to even get a hug, let alone one this comforting.

And then you were unceremoniously pushed away from his body, almost losing your balance and falling into the pits of lava behind you.

He didn't show any signs of caring, "I've indulged your degenerate fantasies enough, now go and do your job."

Nym

"Of course, anything you want." She smiled so sweetly as she said it, "would you prefer we get comfortable on the bed? I'd be able to hold you much longer then."

Her body was so soft, holding you closer to her chest. Drawing soothing circles on yout back with her expert fingers.

The atmosphere was very peaceful, her touches very gentle and she smelled even better.

You had no doubt that she genuinely wanted you to have a great experience, no matter how insignificant one hug might seem in the grand scheme of things.

To you, it was clearly important at this moment, and that's more than enough reason for her to go the extra mile.

Occasionally, she'd hum a tone, soft spoken words in drow language slipping past her lips. Slowly and carefully pronouncing each syllable like a lullaby.

Sorn

"A hug? Really?" Confusion clear on his face, he crossed his arms against his exposed chest, "you know, you could've just asked for my sister instead. This is her domian more."

You shook your head, "I know, but I wanted you."

Sorn's eyes narrowed at you in suspension, "Just to be fully clear with each other, is it really just a hug? This isn't some niche fetish or form of foreplay?"

"Just a hug."

Seemingl convinced with you not having ulterior intentions, much to his displeasure, Sorn stepped closer to you with opened arms.

Lean muscles enveloped you, awkward at first before easing into a more protective hug. Sorn was clearly taking inspiration from his only other source of hugs.

You felt safe in his arms, like you had someone to relay on.

"It will be okay, you're safe." His words of comfort came shortly. And despite his earlier reluctants, it felt like he genuinely meant them.

He held you tightly.

You hugged back, feeling his body shiver at the soft, non-intrusive touches.

After it ended, he stepped back. His body clearly more relaxed and at ease.

"I have to admit, that wasn't as bad as I expected."

Minthara

You swore you could see her judging you as she appeased your request in her mind.

You hoped that the trust you've built between the two of you so far would assure her that you weren't trying to backstab her or trick her.

"Come." She finally gave her permission.

Her blood ran hot, you realised as you were met with the warmth of her embrace.

Still, her body remained stiff as you held her. This was clearly a very unfamiliar territory to her.

"Try to relax, i promise you'll be safe." You whispered against her ear.

She took a deep breath, taking what felt like was a leap of faith to her, she let her body melt against yours.

Holding onto your waist, her firm grip kept you in place against her body.

She didn't let go when you attempted to pull away.

"If we are to stop this, it will be on my own terms." She said as she kept holding you close. You've willingly walked into her web, and there was no escaping now.

Raphael

"Why, of course, anything for my favourite client." His pride was clear in his stance even as he extended an arm to you, "come to me, little mouse."

Listening to the devil on your shoulder, you did.

You were met with burning heat, flinching away the second you touched him.

A low chuckle came from his lips, clear amusement at toying with you. "Oh is it too much for you to handle? My my, and here I thought you knew what you were getting into."

With a snap of his fingers, a soft glow envelops your body from head to toe. It made you feel lighter and left a hint of a sweet taste at the back of your throat.

"Here, something to keep that deary skin of yours from melting off. We wouldn't want to tarnish your beauty now, would we?" Cupping your face in his hands, you felt absolutely none of the previous heat as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb.

"Enough games, my hug, now." You said sternly as he laughed at your impatience.

But no teasing came. Instead, you were completely wrapped into his embrace. His wings enveloping you and caging you more into his body.

The expensive materials of his clothes did wonders to cover all the ridges and sharp angles underneath them that adorned his body.

For a moment in time, you managed to find rest and comfort in a devil's embrace. Willingly surrendering yourself to him as he pressed his nose against the pule point at your throat, inhaling deeply.

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cornflowersisblue · 6 months

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Nere reminds you how important it is to love yourself ♡

Did you expect something different from such a self-absorbed elf? hahaha Mods: NPC as Tav Preset and Transform into companions and NPC

#baldur's gate 3 #true soul nere #nerebg3 #bg3 modding #true soul nere x himself

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 1 year

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Submission Idea: Helluva Boss Guys X Male Reader who is a Pop Idol in hell

With a male Pop Idol reader

Blitzø

Now Blitzø would never say it out loud, but he already had a major crush on you.

So when he'd killed some jack hole, finding VIP tickets for your nexy show, he'd almost passed out in excitement.

He'd enjoyed your show, screaming, cheering, staring up at you with tears in his eyes as he saw you in person.

He would, as a VIP does, get to meet you.

You were everything he expected.

You were cool, confident, and the fact you were nere feet away was incredible.

Youd talk for a while and much to his amazement, you seemed to take a liking to him, the two of you speaking and hanging around far longer then was normal, even for a VIP, the two of you hanging out long into the night, heading back to your place and sharing a few drinks.

You would end up fucking like animals, the Imp loving every second of it.

He'd expected the usual 'get the Hell out' experience the next morning, but instead you had breakfast together, although it was still pretty awkward, your entourage surrounding you at all times, preventing you from speaking to each other.

One of your assistants would escort him out of your penthouse, leading him to a waiting taxi.

And while he was expecting this to be the end of your elicit relations, as he got in, the assistant would hand him a red envelope, and pulling it open, he'd find another VIP ticket, this one having written on it. 'Hope to see you there babe~♡'

Blitzø, after having a squealing fit, would of course attend, you actually remembering him, greeting him by name.

Youd invite him to an after party, the two of you staying very close, drinking and dancing, getting very physical.

Now, you liked Blitzø to begin with. He was rouged, handsome and crass in a delightfully devilish way~

But when you repeatedly rejected some floozies advances and the girl snapped, threatening you with a broken bottle.

Only for Blitzø to whip out a pistol and blowing her brains out, and let me tell you, he looked very sexy with that pistol.

And if this moment showed you anything, you needed security. And what do ya know, a sexy ass Imp that seems to know how to handle a weapon was practically dropped in your lap.

And so after rewarding him, several times, you'd hire him as your personal bodyguard.

And ooooh doggy, Blitzø was an amazing partner.

Now, originally, you were just having some fun. You'd screw around after a show or hang out at the bar, the Imp your on hand bodyguard/booty call.

The whole thing never anything serious.

But the longer you spent time together, the closer you got. The two of you forming something of a legitimate relationship.

Now you never put a label on it, mostly to protect your brand as a playboy pop idol, but you got very close.

Like, having pet names and spending time together in private. And not only that, you'd do romantic shit. Like, having dinner together and going out on dates and spending a lot more time in bed together then necessary.

In fact, you spent a lot of time in bed together.

Granted, much of that time involved one of you riding the other, or being pinned down and ravaged. You also spent a great amount of time curled up in bed, talking or sleeping, or simply laying there, curled up together.

And like I said, you never put a name on it, but when you were curled up together, holding that little Imp to your chest, staring into his crimson eyes, you well, you dare say, you loved each other.

Moxxie

You actually met at a music store.

You often went incognito, going to shops without being harassed.

And you'd meet the Imp looking at guitars, the little man looking over the more high quality guitars, each also carrying a hefty price tag.

Watching him for a little bit, youd grab one handing it to him, asking him to play something.

The Little Imp hesitating, before playing something, the Imp expertly running his digits across the strings, the Imp playing a gentle, yet impressive tune.

Youd quickly get to talking, the two of you bonding over a mutual admiration of music.

Youd spend hours just talking, handing the guitar back and forth, playing whatever tune came to mind.

You played on for a while till the store owner told you to buy something or get the fuck out.

So, you'd simply buy the guitar, the two of you leaving anyway.

Youd give the guitar to Moxxie, the Imp completely taken aback, trying to refuse it.

But you insisted, and after some negotiations, you'd convince him to keep it if he came back to yours for dinner.

So, with a heavy blush, he'd agree the two of you heading back to yours.

And it'd be as you reached your penthouse that he figured out you were probably someone important.

Although having your entourage fawn over him, and you, kind of gave it away. You'd brush them off, although he felt stupid for not realising earlier.

Youd still have dinner, although despite your rather playboy persona, you didn't really make a move. Not that you didn't flirt, you just acted natural around the Imp, your little devil delightfully humble.

Youd end up in your bedroom. NOT LIKE THAT PERV!

Youd end up on your bed, just playing music, bonding over a bottle of wine.

Youd sleep together, ONLY SLEEP. The next morning you having breakfast together. And that'd be when you offered him a place in your entourage.

And yeah, he'd initially refuse, sure it wasn't for him. But you'd simply hand him your card, escorting him out of the building and into a Taxi.

And it'd be just as he began driving away, watching you in the rear view mirror, that he'd tell him to stop, the Imp jumping out and running back to you he'd accept.

Youd eagerly welcome him in.

First thing after moving him in was a make over, dressing him up in a combination of modern and more classical attire, the look working for him.

And it'd be that night, Moxxie finding it hard to sleep after everything that had happened, you'd run into each other in the kitchen.

Youd speak for a while, you both confiding in each other on your insecurities. You'd end up curled up on the couch, holding the little Imp to your chest as you held each other.

And it'd be as you stared into his eyes, that you'd lean in and kiss each other, the two of you sharing a tender, loving kiss.

And that'd be the beginning of your relationship.

Now, you had to keep up appearances for your brand, much of your audience being lovers or desperate people who will pay more in some desperate play to get your attention. Or at least the numbers showed as much, as your last relationship had massively damaged your sales.

So, put simply, you kept it secret.

Youd date, see movies, play music together and just generally spend time together, your relationship quickly growing very intimate.

Moxxie was just a delightful little Boyfriend. Cute, thoughtful and highly capable, the only thing really holding him back was his confidence issues, and well, you were certain to fix that.

Over your relationship, you'd steadily build him up, encouraging and instilling greater confidence in himself.

His music would be a great avenue to build his confidence, having him help you with music, those tracks becoming some of your biggest hits.

Of course you just showered him in encouragement, sure to 'reward' him for every breakthrough.

And sure it could be frustrating keeping it on the down low, unable to show too much affection in public like a normal couple could, you would still be together in most regards, it not being odd that you'd have flings with your entourage.

And so it wouldn't be perfect, having to deal with paparazzi and the general bullshit of hiding a relationship, or rather making your relationship seem more casual than it was, only your entourage knowing just how deep it was.

But eventually your brand matured, your persona no longer relient on the young and horny, you finally able to make your relationship public, going so far as to get married.

And despite your initial concern for him, the Imp proved himself more than capable with a gun, something he'd neglected to tell you.

Not that you really cared, your little thespian looked Very sexy with a gun in his hand~

And yeah, there were issues, dealing with the occasional psycho, but you had your hubby and he had you, and that's all that mattered.

Stolas

Youd actually been hired for Octavias Birthday party.

Octavia, like many teen girls, was a huge fan, likely having some sort of crush on you.

Of course Stella hated the entire thing, seeing you as nothing but cheap trash. And of course, Stolas got the brunt of it, ensuring the woman didn't ruined their daughters birthday.

Of course, the girl loved it, listening to you sing in person, you dedicating a song just for her.

It was a lovely night for the girl, in large part due to Stolas keeping his wife's trap shut.

And of course, you'd spend much of the night, singing or just spending time with the young owlet taking more pictures then you could count.

But, as the night went on you'd end up at the bar, needing a break from the teen girl.

And getting a large drink as you overheard Stella chewing him out.

So, after the woman spat a string of very harsh words at the man, he would walk over and slump against the bar, the owl proceeding to down an entire bottle of wine.

Youd commend him on his throat game, the Owl sputtering up some wine in a funny display, the owl spinning to you, face red. And not from the wine.

After he finished being all flustered, the two of you had a playful back and forth, the owl quickly lightening up as you talked back and forth.

Eventually you'd bring up his wife, wondering if she was always like that.

To which he'd confess it was. And when you asked why someone as powerful as him was still married to such bitch?

To which he'd snort, releasing a chain of rather adorable hooting laughs.

You laughed in turn, the two of you getting rather close over a few bottles of wine.

Eventually, after a while of going back and forth, the Avian Prince timidly admitted he'd only been with Stella once, that you'd perk up.

And so, with a rather seductive voice, you'd ask if he'd like to... get physical~

And despite his best attempts to keep himself under control, his efforts were in vain as you quickly found himself in his hedge maze, the two of you making out as you absolutely pounded him into the dirt.

It was quite the sight, the two of you walking out of the hedge maze, the owl in utter shambles, face flushed as you both entered the manor.

When discovered by Stella, you played it off as Stolas having fallen from a balcony, you being there to finalise the payments he owed.

Youd manage to play it off, successfully reaching his office unhindered.

Of course, that just led to you fucking in his office, you pounding him into his desk.

And well, after all that, wouldn't ya know it. He suddenly became very supportive of his daughters interest in you. To the point of buying VIP tickets so ssshhheee... could see you.

And sure. He came along to make sure everything went well, plus he developed an interest on your music, this actually being a nice bonding point for him and his daughter.

Of course, this was mostly a cover so you and him could spend time together, though you'd regularly just meet up in person, and while it was initially just a fling for you, you'd realise Stolas saw it otherwise and well, that's when you started taking it more seriously.

And since you were an emotional wreck, you could actually reciprocate his feelings, the two of you quickly building a budding romance, truly coming to love the other.

Course, your secret wouldn't last forever, Stella eventually finding you mid fuck, the woman freaking out, Stolas helping you GTFO before she tore you in half.

Your relationship would actually get even closer, especially after the divorce, the two of you unhindered in your romance.

And of course Octavia was a hurdle, but with some work and lots of genuine effort, you'd develope a rather friendly, if awkward relationship, you being extra sure not to overstep, while still doing your best to bond.

Striker

Striker wasn't a fan of 'Pop Music'.

He wasn't a fan of most music really. He'd only broken into the after party in hopes of seeing some of the floozies of pretty boys fight. And if he were lucky, he could find some rich prick in need of someone who can get their hands dirty.

And it'd be at the bar, the Imp getting his drink when you'd pull up, surprising him in that you actually knew he wasn't supposed to be there.

Youd ask why he was there, and seeing no reason to lie, he'd tell you his reason. The Imp surprised when you just laughed, telling him you were impressed, it was quite the idea.

Youd spend much of the night talking, going through a few bottles before you'd slip off somewhere, having some very passionate sex.

Youd get his number before he left, and it wouldn't be a week later that you called, having him kill some asshat that was selling knock off goods.

And of course, when you met up to pay him, you certainly did not have hot passionate sex again.

Youd meet up a few more times, usually after the Imp handled some dirty work for you, until one night he just showed up unheeded.

Youd let the Imp in, the man walking past before slamming you to the wall, the Imp telling you he didn't normally fuck around with other guys.

But he couldn't deny he'd become infatuated with you, the two of you sharing a passionate kiss, the two of you spending the night together, wrapped in a passionate embrace.

The next day you awoke, the Imp curled up next to you. And after he woke up, you'd just lay there for a while, until you'd ask him softly to stay with you. And after a few moments, he'd agree, the two of you sharing a kiss.

Now, he still did his freelance work, working for the higher bidder and all that while you still lived out your pop idol lifestyle.

Except now, whenever you weren't busy you'd meet up and just enjoy each other, and sure, scheduling could be a bitch, but when you were curled up in bed together, just holding one and other, none of it mattered.

Fizzaroli & Asmodeus

Ozzie and Fizz often went on the prowl, hoping to find some young thing worth taking to bed. Although it usually happened passively, that night they'd picked your show simply to see what all the huff was about.

And so, the two were sat in their VIP booth, moments away from molesting each other.

But before any hanky panky could occur, you'd appear, walking up to the mic with a swagger, and with all the gusto he'd expect from an Incibus, and you sung.

And you sung Good.

It was a lively, physical, almost erotic performance, you really showing off that sex appeal.

The two were instantly smitten, finding you appealing in aaaalllllll the right ways~

And so, after the show, you'd be invited to a private room, shocked to find Asmodeus and his right hand Imp, Fizzaroli, waiting for you.

You did your best to play it cool, all the while you did your best not to piss yourself as Asmodeus and Fizzaroli praised your show, admiring your ability to balance both performance and eroticism.

Although it didn't take long till they made their real interest apparent, Asmodeus bringing you close and blatantly telling you as much.

Youd manage to keep your cool, accepting their request and shortly after you'd be essentially gangbanged, the pair eliciting a level of pleasure you'd never imagined possible.

The next morning was surprisingly casual, you and the pair getting breakfast and generally chatting.

The pair quickly warmed up to you, especially how casual you were with them, the two finding it a refreshing change of pace, the both of you were so used to fanatical fans and sycophants, so hanging around with

But with you, you'd quickly get used to them, hanging around them till, well, you'd spend a great depth of time together.

So much so you'd end up Preforming at 'OZZIE'S', a rare honour and major Boone to your career.

And it'd be after a few years of preforming, getting very close with the pair, that they'd invite you to their little threesome, althoigh you were basically an unofficial memeber spending the majority of your free time with them. The two offering you an official place beside him.

After only a moment's hesitation, you'd agree, and seemingly over night, you became a member of their little 'family', moving in with the Sin and cybernetic Imp.

It took some time to adjust the the Sinful nature of living with the pair, but thankfully, they had a way of easing you into it.

And it took some time, but luckily your fame would help you assimilate with the pair, the three of you becoming the biggest triumvirate in Lust.

Each of you playing a important and unique role, each of you adoring the other, the pair seeing your fame and original lifestyle exciting, it being fairly strange to the pair. But in an exciting kinda way, the pair getting to experience a new lifestyle through you which was fun for the pair, a new experience that didn't involve latex or vibrating toys.

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lonepower · 7 months

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idk as much about lilin so maybe this is too many, BUT: 2, 4, 5, 7 general, 14 for story and – idk if any of the dark urge stuff would apply for her since she’s your dark urge, right? if so, 15 + 17? if not, 10 + 11? and, 1, 2, 5 for romance?

Yeah, she's my durge! So much of who she is (how much of that is even left) is tied up in that fact, so for these purposes she's still Bhaal's Specialest Princess™ if you're not playing dark urge, and if you are... I guess you'll probably have to kill her, either because she's in your way or because if you're not going to become his Chosen, she'll definitely try to usurp you. Whoops.

(Sorry this took SO long btw, the more I got into her head the more I realized what a... complicated companion she'd make 😅)

2. Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav?

None of them trust her all that much: she's not currently outwardly murderous, but it's really clear there's something not-quite-right about her. Lae'zel disapproves, pretty steeply for early-game, if you free her from her pod (You find her trapped on the beach, where her pod has cracked open and buckled, pinning her legs. You can free her with STR/DEX, leave her to die, or if Zel is in the party, give her a merciful death). Astarion sees her washed out complexion and sharpened teeth and sunlight sensitivity (got that szarkai disadvantage) and is torn between trying to (not-so-)subtly deflect any Ambient Vampiric Behaviors onto her, and not drawing attention to it in case Tav notices the similarities. Gale wonders if she might be a fey of some kind and advises you to watch your wording around her; Wyll actually vaguely recognizes her, having noticed "such an unusual moon elf" once at a function, and muses that something is definitely off (perhaps drawing a connection later to Duke Stelmane?).

4. What sort of general actions raise or lower their approval?

Despite the hit that her INT took by being lobotomized (it's 9, oof), she was a scientist—up-and-coming head of the physickers’ guild, not that she remembers this—so curiosity and intelligence will go a long way, as will any kind of magical or intellectual hubris (reading Thay, bargaining with Yurgir, getting both Mayrina and the hair from Ethel, etc) or dialogues using the [medicine] skill check. Reassuring her about her memory loss, lapses, and general Durgeiness will net approval pretty quickly, but will also heavily influence her to lean into them, so if you want to actually help her you're going to have to balance some regular approval loss. If that's not your concern, though, being vicious or unnecessarily cruel is always a good way to make her like you ♡ Conversely, she doesn't actually disapprove of being nice or offering to help, as long as she gets to kill someone, so she approves equally of (for example) slaughtering the grove and of slaughtering the goblin camp.

She is still super racist a noble-raised drow somewhere deep down, so she'll disapprove of what she sees as demeaning oneself before or conceding to "lesser" races, such as kissing the goblin's foot or stopping Nere from murdering the gnomes. (She does approve of leaving him to suffocate, though.) She also tends to disapprove of shying away from knowledge just because it's "tainted" or "unnatural", ie if you soothe or destroy the Necromancy of Thay, or if you let Gale cleanse the shadow circle in Balthazar's backroom. And if you actually treat her Urges as A Problem that she needs to put in work to help fix, she'll disapprove, at least at first—but it will turn out much better in the long run.

5. Are there any instances where your Tav can permanently leave the party, depending on player character actions?

There's pretty much nothing you can do that will get her to leave, but there's plenty you can do that just straight up kills her. Non-Durge players can give her back to Kressa Bonedaughter, avoiding that fight. (Lae'zel approves; Astarion approves if your approval with both of them is low, and disapproves if your approval with one or both of them is high; and everyone else strongly disapproves.) She'll volunteer to be Malus's test subject, but you can scroll-of-revivify her afterwards (earning an inspiration point and a big chunk of approval from her, a little approval from Shadowheart, and a lot of not-quite-disapproving-horror from Wyll, Karlach, or Gale). If your approval is low enough, she will try and kill you, and will revive hostile no matter what. If you help her get the Slayer form, she'll use it in the final battles, but then you'll have to fight and kill her while she's in it unless you're planning to rule the Absolute together.

7. Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game? Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes?

This is the one that took me the longest, because honestly, having the dark urge as a companion character could actually be really cool, but it would also be pretty complicated! I think at its core it would revolve around a hardening/softening (or I guess "embracing/resisting") mechanic similar to Leliana in DA:I, where there's a hidden ticker for both player and ambient actions, similar to approval, that influences how far she's leaning into or fighting against her Urge.

Stage one of the actual quest is of course figuring out the amnesia-and-murderosity thing, which mostly kicks into gear in act 2. If you pass a (pretty low, like DC5 or something) perception roll in the illithid colony you can ask her "hey... you don't happen to know why there's Another twitchy doll-like blind-eyed bone-pale silver-haired crazy lady waltzing around down here?", which of course she doesn't. Kressa's notes will also help with the figuring out the mystery thing. As for resolving it, there's two paths that I think would be fun: Withers, or the Mycology Husbands. If you do the whole parasite potion sidequest for Omeluum, you can ask it about mental shielding wrt the Urge. It can't help you in act 1, but promises to think about it, and if you then rescue it from the Iron Throne, that unlocks the turn-her-illithid ending (but she still has to be softened enough to accept it). Withers will, in turn, cryptically help you with the probably more rewarding route of "get this girl some goddamn therapy," which will require enlisting the others to actually, y'know, take her seriously. This starts after she kills—let's make it the backup bard so that poor Alfira isn't doomed no matter what. (If you're durge, there'll have to be some other way to handle this. this grove ain't big enough for Two demigod serial killers...)

On the other hand, if you're going the evil route, she's not complaining. If you want a goodbad end, just get her approval high and leave everything else alone, because her default state is "agreeable most of the time, and also extremely dangerous"; voilà, you've got an excellent attack dog. If you're also Dark Urge, though, you're going to have to watch out, because she won't be as keen to share the Chosen title with a competitor. If you don't soften her enough before act 3, she will turn on you, possibly in the Tribunal arc but definitely when the time comes to decide how to deal with the Absolute. And if you soften her while not resisting your own Urge, she's not going to appreciate your hypocrisy and will probably try to retaliate just on principle!

14. How does Tav react to the PC becoming a mind flayer? Can they offer to become one themselves? Does their reaction change if they’re romanced?

Depending on your approval and what direction her quest has taken, she'll either be sort of melancholically approving, or just brush it off. "We've both become something our old selves wouldn't know." versus "I don't care what you are, if you're a threat I'll kill you and if you're not you're not."

She doesn't offer to become one by default, but if she's softened enough and you've done that route of her quest, you can suggest it as a way to break Bhaal's control over her. In this ending she'll either return to the Underdark (if romanced, or if the Emperor/Orpheus are dead) or stick with your other illithid ally to help and/or learn from them.

10. How do they react if the PC licks the dead spider in the Gauntlet of Shar?

Whether the player passes or fails the constitution check: "Oh, that looks good. Can I have some?" (Devnote: absolute, earnest sincerity)

[Rotten spider meat added to inventory]

You get +1 approval and some interesting facts about the chemical composition of displacer beast saliva if you give it to her.

11. What do they say if the PC tries to force them to go up on stage with Dribbles the Clown?

TAV: Lilin, why don't you go? You seem like you need cheering up.

LILIN: [+1 approval] Okay.

If she has high approval, isn't softened, and passes the hidden perception/dexterity roll, you only have to fight “Dribbles”'s lackeys, because she puts her arm through his ribcage when he tries to grab her.

1. Is your Tav a romanceable character? Are there any specific requirements to romancing them?

I think she could be, but I think it would go over poorly with a lot of players, because there's no way it wouldn't be either Weird or Difficult in like a lot of ways. for safety's sake we'll just say she can't be romanced as another dark urge at all, so we don't have to account for "wellllllll if they're not the same species are they really related", because that's Way more discourse than it's worth lmao. You can sleep with her at the goblin or tiefling party, where she's (outwardly) politely flattered and (privately) startled and more than a little relieved that you'd even think of her that way; all the other companions have been handling her like she's made of glass, so she's desperately glad that someone here is treating her like a consenting adult and not something to be equally feared and pitied. It's probably a prerequisite to romancing her at all, actually. Gale is in the background giving you this look:

Lilin is at least 35 years older than him and can kill him in more ways than he has scrolls, thank you very much.

2. Does your Tav need to be flirted with to start the romance, or will they approach the PC themselves if approval is high enough? / 5. Does the romance have different branching paths, or just one route to take?

Approval doesn't matter for the first fling with her, but you're going to have to get it pretty high to actually propose any kind of romantic partnership. You'll have to walk a pretty fine tightrope, too, because being patient or kind with her or downplaying her issues at all will raise your approval but is—as the companions in my playthrough learned with a lot more surprise than I thought they were due—going to do the opposite of help, reviling or lecturing her is going to close her off, and encouraging her is going to end badly for everyone. A lot of things that net approval will also point towards her Bad End, especially if you're the only one taking her seriously (which, as you noted with Amity, literally nobody except Halsin does). Making sure you're not her only lifeline will do a lot of good here; I imagine there could be an interesting role for Withers, given the part he plays in a resistant durge's ending, but you're going to have to get some of the others (Shadowheart, who she's close with in my playthrough, and Halsin, who actually fucking takes the "amnesia and murderous compulsions" thing seriously enough to suggest causes and solutions, come to mind) to come around as well. If you manage to undo the brainwashing, free her from Bhaal's control, and help her build an actual healthy support network, you could probably get a pretty good ending! On the other hand, there might be a fun GoodBad ending too where you do what Gortash proposes and rule the Elder Brain together. (If you try this as Durge, she attacks you in the very last scene and you have to pass a series of checks to 1) Not Die 2) kill or mind-control her and 3) maintain control of the brain, all while being Lightly Stabbed.)

tl;dr she is probably not worth the trouble akddnrh.

#replies #cannibalisticskittles #lilin duskryn #baldur's gate #sorry about the delay!!! this gave me some trouble ack #also sidebar it like. Hurts Me to refer to omeluum as ‘it’#if blurg refers to it as such then those are probably what it prefers! but like!! it's a PERSON IT'S NOT AN ‘IT’#i mean like it Is but.#the emperor is easy. i'm pretty sure they've been referred to by Every standard pronoun at this point so I just default to he/they #anyway!! thank you very very very much for the ask :D

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Nere you are 100% exactly like Fujimoto. You are indistinguishable. Hope this helps. ♡ Love you. Fishy kissies! ♡ ♡ ♡

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.　　　　　　　　♡　　ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ xᴀɴᴛʜɪᴘᴘᴇ'ꜱ ᴘᴇɴꜱɪᴇᴠᴇ 　　　　　　　　　　ㅤ28.05.2025 　　　 ⌵ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　　Un rivolo d'inchiostro torbido sfuggito al suo controllo macchia la tela e la divide in due metà quasi perfette. Quasi perfette, abbiamo detto, ma comunque troppo per i gusti di lei che, infatti, usa i polpastrelli delle mancina per spargerlo un po' ovunque, ricoprendo pure e soprattutto le parole che ha vomitato in preda all'angoscia fino a qualche istante fa, ché un diario normale sarebbe stato troppo mainstream per una come lei. Di norma avrebbe stratificato il tutto con simbologia positiva e pittura colorata a simboleggiare il superamento di pensieri e sensazioni che s'erano permessi di ammaccarla pure fosse per un tempo irrisorio, ma questa notte... Questa notte non riesce a vedere via d'uscita neppur desiderandolo con ardore. È partito tutto come uno scherzo: la scoperta del fantateam, lo scrivergli in bacheca fingendosi indignata. Una vocina ha fatto poi capolino nella testa, dapprima quasi inudibile poi sempre più forte e incontrollabile - un po' come le ditate, ora vere e proprie manate, con cui sta pasticciando -, tanto da arrivare a riprodursi e a sovvertire il cervello. 𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦. 𝘕𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘧𝘢, 𝘵𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘢 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢? 𝘏𝘢𝘪 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘰, 𝘱𝘰𝘪? 𝘊𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰? 𝘚𝘦𝘪 𝘶𝘯'𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩é 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘱𝘪ù 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘪. 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘩 è 𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩é 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘭'𝘩𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘰, 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘪 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭'𝘩𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘰? 𝘐𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘤𝘪 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦, 𝘴𝘶 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪. Il vociare fastidioso non s'arresta neppure quando, esasperata, si tappa le orecchie e si lascia cadere sul pavimento. Le lacrime si mischiano alle chiazze nere impresse sulle guance e confluiscono in direzione delle labbra, eppure non ne percepisce il sapore chimico e pungente. Non percepisce neppure il possesso dello stesso corpo, a dire il vero, ormai unicum astratto con la valanga intrusiva. 𝘛𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢. 𝘋𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘪 𝘷𝘶𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦? 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘭𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪. 𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢. 𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢. 𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢. 𝙉𝙤𝙣 𝙘'è 𝙫𝙞𝙖 𝙙'𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙖.

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