#the wildheart and the wizard

[hazellblogs]

"What hoes these mortals be..."

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 tav #zerxis #rolan #gale #bg3 rolan #bg3 gale #zerxis x rolan #gale of waterdeep #the wildheart and the wizard

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Pancakes

Set post-game. Thea Dekarios wakes from her trance to smell pancakes and investigates. SFW.

Based on this art.

When Thea Dekarios ended her trance, the first thing she noticed was a very distinct smell.

Pancakes?

PANCAKES?!?!

While she knew Gale was an excellent cook (as good as Mum, and that’s saying a lot), she did not know how utterly delicious his pancakes were. When she asked about the recipe, he mentioned it was a secret Dekarios family recipe. And winked. I’m a Dekarios now, so tell me what makes those pancakes so damn good. She tried as quietly as possible to sneak down the stairs and into the kitchen without alerting him, but a particularly squeaky floorboard made her husband aware of her presence.

“Good morning, my darling girl!” he said happily, flipping a pancake with every bit of flair she had come to expect from Gale. To say that he was a changed man was a gross understatement. For the first time in his life, he’s truly happy and at ease with himself. He loves teaching. He…loves. So much. “How did you rest?”

Leaning against the doorway into the kitchen, she smiled. “Good. I relived the night we told each other how we felt, and before you ask, it was just as lovely the second time around.”

He barked a laugh. “Well thank gods for that, eh? That was such a magical night, my love. Sometimes I can scarce believe that we found each other in the first place…and that by some miracle we are married and making a life together here in Waterdeep.” His attention went back to the pancakes. “I made you chocolate chip, sweetness. They’ll be done in a moment or two. And coffee,” a mage hand appeared and began to pour her a cup. “Will be done in a second.”

Thea shook her head, still smiling, and sat down at the table. The mage hand brought her the coffee in her favorite mug. It has me in my cat wildshape painted on it. “So much doting this morning, Mr. Dekarios. Have I done anything to deserve it?” She teased, the corners of her mouth quirking into a grin. “Or will I be doing anything to deserve it in the future?”

He flipped the pancakes onto a plate. “Mrs. Dekarios, you should know by now that the answers to those questions are ‘yes’ and ‘yes.’ And this,” He turned towards her, a look of merriment on his face, pulling at his robe slightly to expose a hairy leg to his upper thigh, making her squeal with laughter. “is only a taste of your reward.” As he laughed (the most wonderful sound in the world), he brought her plate of chocolate chip pancakes to her with a bow. “My lady’s breakfast. Hot and fresh.”

“So, like you then, love?” Hot. Fresh. All mine as I’m all his. She wrinkled her nose and giggled as she sliced into the first pancake. Oh fuck me, these smell amazing.

He rolled his eyes playfully, pouring three large globs of batter on the griddle. “I’m in too good a mood to protest this time, dearest. I’ll simply take your word for it that I am, indeed, hot and fresh. Speaking of which, I did take a shower, so by that logic, I am fresh at the very least—”

“Gale?”

“Yes, my love?”

She brought the first forkful of pancakes to her mouth. “You’re the hottest and freshest man in my life, now please come here and give me a kiss.”

His eyes widened, and he rushed towards her. Cupping her face in his hands, he gently kissed her lips. Perfect. He’s perfect. “Forgive me. I was too taken in by you. You see, darling, you’re somehow more beautiful when you wake from your trance…” He shook his head, kissing her once more. “Pancake duty calls. Don’t want them to burn.” He hurried back to the griddle and hummed a song Thea recognized from their wedding.

As she lifted the first forkful of pancakes to her lips, she sighed happily.

It was worth it.

All the pain.

All the misery.

Having to share my head with a damn tadpole.

It was worth it for this.

“Sometimes the little things are worth more than kingdoms.”

My darling Gale was absolutely right.

#thea wildheart #thea x gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #wood elf tav #plus size tav #druid tav #thea dekarios #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #domestic fluff #imagine your wizard husband making you pancakes because he fucking loves you #and he's adorable doing it #i have plenty more with these two in the pipeline including girldad gale

[akkator]

Here it is; everything I've ever made for DnD 5e

106 new subclasses from Artificer to Wizard.

10 New classes: Battle Chef, Dragon Knight, Elementalist, Gunslinger, Hollowed, Mythic Guardian, Occultist, Tamer, Wildheart, and Witch. Each with 3+ subclasses.

70+ new spells.

Variant class features, equipment, and feats.

[G Drive Link]

I'm still technically cleaning up some of the classes, though they are still playable. If you see the classic background that's the giveaway.

#akkator's compendium #dnd #d&d #dungeons and dragons #5e #dnd 5e #d&d 5e #homebrewery #dnd homebrew #d&d homebrew #subclass #dnd subcalss #d&d subcalss #Classes #dnd classes #d&d classes

[kudzuoath]

Bullying the Wizard

Karlach tells Gale he's being an idiot.

Direct sequel to this.

--

“It’s amazing how much of a perfect arsehole you’re being about all of this,” said Karlach.

She’d dropped beside him and draped an arm over his shoulders. In any other context this might have felt like a threat, but since stabilizing her engine, their wildheart friend had been touching anything and anyone who gave her half a chance. Usually with a giddy and contagious giggle. Even Astarion had deigned to allow her to vigorously shake his hand — after ducking an enthusiastic and ill thought out hug first.

“Elaboration would be most welcome,” he said, eyeing the arm about his shoulders. “Considering I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re referring to.”

The tiefling leaned into him, nearly sending him off the log and into the dirt. He had to drop his book and hold on to avoid it. “Karlach!”

She grinned at his aggrieved tone, but did indeed lay off on the leaning. Her grin quickly morphed into a more serious expression — but being who she was there was still a hint of cheer in her face. He had no idea how she did it. He’d never taken his impending doom with as much aplomb.

“You’re looking at me the way the proprietor of the Yawning Portal looks at a set of green adventurers who want to see the pit. Should I be worried?”

“Maybe. Don’t know yet.” Karlach removed her arm so she could cross them. “You were left in camp this morning. Bit unusual, that.”

Blood was rushing in his ears. “Well, who am I to question the decisions of the leader of our merry band of miscreants? It seems she found Astarion more needful.”

“Uh-huh,” said Karlach. “Listen, everyone’s noticed the two of you are on the outs. You ought to try actually, you know, talking? Like adults?”

“I assure you there’s quite nothing to talk about,” he said, busying himself with retrieving his book and dusting it off. “Tensions are bound to run high given our current locale. And considering the manner of enemy we’ve found ourselves facing off with, I can understand why one might prefer someone better at sneaking about to a purveyor of the arcane seeing as – personal connections aside – I have very little to do with the divine.”

“The cracking of your joints is a bit of a give away.”

“Jest if you must, but I distinctly remember your heart serving as a glowing orange target when we tried to free that woman from the hag’s lair.”

“Oh, ouch!” She clapped a hand to her chest dramatically. “Someone is feeling prickly tonight.”

“I give as good as I get,” he said. “Now if you’ll excuse me –”

“Oh no you don’t, soldier –” and there was her tail blocking him in. “I’m not done.”

Annoyance was beginning to temper his mortification. He settled back on the log with a put upon sigh. “Truly, I don’t see how it’s your business, Karlach.”

“The two of you are some of the best friends I’ve got,” she said, leaning in. “And neither one of you knows the bell end of a bugbear when it comes to talking about things. Temperance’s lips oughta have buttons sewn on. And you’re so set on burying yourself while you’re still breathing you’ve stopped seeing anything other than a bloody tombstone!”

Gale stared at her.

“I’m not just gonna sit by and watch the two of you avoid each other until we’re all six feet down, yeah? Seeing as you’re so set on taking all of us with you for the sake of –” and here Karlach visibly restrained herself from saying… something. He had the sense it was unflattering. “-- For the sake of a goddess who doesn’t give a rat’s left hand for you.”

“What Mystra asks of me is not something she does lightly –”

“How d’you know?” Karlach interrupted. “I didn’t see any gods traipsing about camp, just that grandpa who ate all the cheese wheels we’ve found since we crash landed. Second hand knowledge, mate.”

“Elminster would hardly lie to spare my feelings on the matter,” Gale bit out. “And Mystra is not some – some tyrannical wicked goddess. She is the mother of all magic! All that is beautiful in the fabric of the world! If she says the only solution to this Absolute lay in my sacrifice – well who am I to question? Something that has historically gone very poorly indeed, I might add.”

“Okay, fine, set that aside or whatever. If you’re living on borrowed time why are you wasting all of it?”

“I hardly think there’s so much time as all that left to me, Karlach –”

“Left to us,” she pointed out.

A little chill slid down his spine. How easily she took their impending demise at his hand. It had to be worth it. If it eliminated the Absolute… it had to be.

“Given the half chance, I would endeavor to do all I could to see as many people as possible are clear of the blast before I… go to meet my goddess. She would not… she would not ask for so much death without cause.”

Karlach frowned at him. “Sounds like she’s as much of a bitch as Zariel. She never asked for things lightly either. ‘Cept for when she did.”

Gale swallowed, but did not rise to the bait. His own death was easily accepted, terrifying a concept as it might be. It was all he deserved. But the thought of so many others… of his… his friends… that clawed at him as surely as the orb had. At least Elminster was well clear of them by now. And Tara and his mother were safely in Waterdeep. Though that was a hollow comfort. So too the knowledge that nearly everyone in camp was living on borrowed time anyway.

There was a burning pain under his ribs. Radiating up into his neck and spiraling around his skull. He set his hand over the place where his folly slept, grimacing. Stable, yes. But the pain lingered, and bit at him.

You deserve no less, Gale. Grin and bear it.

“What are you asking of me Karlach?”

The tiefling huffed, but when he looked at her he saw concern creasing her brows. “Tell her how you feel. Obviously!”

“And what would that accomplish?” he said. Perfectly rational. “I would not put the onus of my feelings on her for the sake of my comfort.”

“Gods, you’re thick! ‘Onus’ what does that even mean – no, don't answer.” She blew out a rough, frustrated sigh. “Tell her. Seriously! You have to know she feels the same way, right?”

“Not after all I’ve done to put her off. Even the deepest well of patience will eventually run dry and I can only imagine I have reached its not insignificant depths. It’s too late –”

“Bollocks,” Karlach insisted. “If I had someone I sure as the hells wouldn’t be waiting to kick it before I kissed them. But then I’ve been real short on kisses since I was dragged into Avernus by the one horn. C’mon, where’s the cocky mage who told me to my face he could be smooth enough for two?”

“Several weeks and morbid missives behind us,” he said sharply.

“Ugh,” she groaned. “Look – just – say something, Gale! Don’t let all this end with the two of you avoiding each other. If I can’t be happy, at least my friends should be, damn it!”

Her voice cracked there at the end. A dagger to his heart. Karlach might have been the best of all of them. And hearing even that little crack in her cheer…

“I shall try,” he said softly. Hand going once more to his chest, clutching at the fabric there. The razor edge of pain had dulled to a red throb. Easier to ignore. “It’s – the very least of what I owe to my friends. To you.”

Karlach smiled at him. “Damn right it is. Now. What’s for dinner? I’m starved.”

Gale couldn’t help laughing at the abrupt change in subject. “I’m afraid the vittles leave much to be desired in a place as blighted as this – however, my skills are more than up to the challenge. Tell me! What do you crave?”

“Well…”

Karlach followed him as he got started on the nightly meal – and only tried to help a little before raising both hands in surrender to his unquestionable prowess. A hard little knot in his throat refused to loosen itself – but the warmth of the fire and his second favorite tiefling soothed.

The question now though – how to approach Temperance?

#bg3 #gale #gale/tav #gale of waterdeep #my writing #not certain I got Karlach's voice down for this

[zorlok-if]

if the zorlok cast were bg3 characters, what would they be and what kind of decisions would they make?

I'm assuming you mean who they would be in BG3 and not what kind of characters they would play. Also, hmm, don't want to give away spoilers here, so if you look below the cut you can see what I think they'd be up to (just beware of spoilers).

Tommy: Human, Level 9 Warlock (Fiend + Chain) / Level 3 Bard (Valour)

Dev: Wood Elf, Level 11 Rogue (Thief) / Level 1 Warlock (Archfey)

EJ: Human, Level 12 Sorcerer (Wild Magic)

Adam/Eve: High Elf, Level 7 Cleric (War) / Level 5 Paladin (Vengeance)

Lucía: Half-Elf (Wood), Level 7 Ranger (Gloomstalker) / Level 5 Rogue (Assassin)

Ciel: Lightfoot Halfling, Level 6 Barbarian (Wildheart) / Level 6 Druid (Moon)

Danny: Drow (Seldarine), Level 9 Paladin (Oathbreaker) / Level 3 Warlock (Fiend + Blade)

The Celestial: Aasimar Forest Gnome, Level 10 Wizard (Transmutation) / Level 2 Cleric (Knowledge)

Rose: Human, Level 12 Bard (Lore)

[Beware of Spoilers Below!]

Tommy

Not romancing anyone (obviously, he's 15)

Best friends with Wyll, Karlach, and Gale. Shadowheart is too cool for him, he's way too intimidated by her. Lets Astarion do whatever the hell he wants. Lae'zel scares the shit out of him. Adopted by Halsin the moment he meets him.

Just wants to hang out with the cool tiefling kids

Very easily persuaded by Raphael. Wyll and Karlach are constantly trying to talk some sense into him.

Aylin is the coolest person he's ever met

Sobbing his way through the horrors of Faerûn—I can see him in a little crumple at Withers feet, blowing his nose on Withers' decaying robes as bone daddy breaks the fourth wall and stares into the camera miserably

Eventually hardens into a truly terrifying force to be reckoned with (Karlach is very proud)

Tommy has two hands, one for Scratch and one for the owlbear

Dev

Romancing non-Ascended Astarion and fucking Halsin occasionally, Lae'zel and Shadowheart are xyr besties (xe forces them to get along), Gale amuses the hell out of xem, Wyll and Dev are constantly trying to one up each other's stories

It's either Ethel or Volo, whoever xe comes across first, but that eye's out of xyr head comically fast

Just wants to talk shit with Withers all day, hates that he never has much to say to xem

Wants to kick the shit out of Rolan but keeps saving his life somehow

Always covered in blood. Like it doesn't make sense half the time. How did that much blood splatter on xem? Why is it still on xem?

EJ

Absolutely head over heels in love with Gale, friends with and trying to fix everyone, Astarion terrifies them but they won't give up on him, they know there's a good person hiding beneath that veneer

Panicked and accidentally yeeted a gnome

Tried a tadpole once, wasn't for them

Holding Gale's hand and squinting through every dark space

Sleeps cuddling the owlbear and is always covered in feathers

Adam/Eve

In a relationship with Lae'zel, didn't get along at first but Laez grew to respect A/E and A/E was charmed by Lae'zel's... strengths. Shadowheart is their sister, hates it when the girls are fighting. Friends with Gale and Karlach. Doesn't trust Wyll fully. Never let Astarion join them. Immediately enamored with Halsin but Lae'zel is... stronger.

Normally out of spell slots cause they're terrified of long resting

Loves potions and alchemy, will stop every 30 meters to pick yet another sprig of balsam

Doesn't make deals with villainous beings. Doesn't trust any voices in their head. Doesn't respect any gods they come across.

Loviatar loves them

Lucía

In a relationship with Karlach, best friends with her and Wyll, had a crush on Shadowheart before meeting Karlach, never liked/trusted Astarion and staked him the minute he tried to put his fangs on her throat, Jaheira is her idol, probably left Lae'zel to die (cause she didn't want to upset Shadowheart)

Speaks to every single animal, picks every single lock, looks in every single barrel, fails almost every charisma check

Scratch is always by her side

Will go to Hell for her besties 😉🥲

Ciel

Dating Shadowheart, really close with Astarion and Minthara... But, seriously, they have a big redemption arc. They grow and change alongside Shadowheart, both goth edgelords are completely changed by the end

Starts the game eating every tadpole (like the Guardian barely has to suggest the idea, it's already in their mouth) but goes one step too far and suddenly becomes terrified of what it means to be monstrous(/illithid)

Diplomacy? Ha. Sorry, that's not for them. They only like talking to animals and corpses.

Loves permanently seeing invisibility...

A loot goblin, their high strength score is great for fighting and jumping and shit, but mostly for the increased carrying capacity

Mol is their idol

Danny

I'm honestly not sure who they'd be in a relationship with, I think they'd be close with everyone but I don't think they'd be in a headspace for anything more than friendship over the course of the game, maybe after the fact they'd grow closer with Shadowheart but that would just be my headcanon, they wouldn't romance anyone (no matter how much Withers mocks them for it)

They are doing everything they think is right in the moment, though they'd regret rash actions later

They empathize greatly with the undead and hate people like Balthazar who twist them to their will

No one threatens a child in their presence. Well, no one who's still alive.

They cannot pretend to be under the Absolute's thumb, they are going in swinging every time, no chance for diplomacy or manipulation

They pick up a teddy bear early on and it never leaves their inventory

The Celestial

In a physical relationship with Halsin, slept with Astarion but now they're just very good friends, sees Karlach, Wyll, and Shadowheart as eir children, loves and is very intrigued by Lae'zel, doesn't like Gale at all (cannot and will not trust a wizard like him)

Always has the Disguise Self spell going, and it's always a different disguise

Eir traveler's chest is filled with the weirdest collection of random shit you've ever seen: noble portraits, rotten eggs, gold chalices, a couple goblin corpses, poutine, 30 mindflayer tadpoles, etc.

Chats with every corpse, even the ones ey killed

Lorroakan can (and does) eat shit

Despises everything about Orin, zero redeemable qualities—even her shapeshifting, eugh, it's so... crude, no grace or skill

The moment the Celestial learns Otto's Irresistible Dance is the last moment Faerûn knows peace

Rose

In a passionate romance with Wyll but he's very good friends with everyone (they are all his children)

Does everything within his power to avoid violence. Will charm, sing, and sneak his way across Faerûn

Adopts every child and animal he comes across

The hardest thing he has to do is tell people to stay in camp. Why can't everyone always be in his party? They all make him feel so bad...

Always taking long rests (doesn't want people being tired or hurt) and spends an hour cooking a delightful meal with Gale every night

#yes i'm a habitual multiclasser #if you can't tell #thanks for the ask! #asks #bg3 #cast #tommy #dev #ej #a/e #adam/eve #lucía #ciel #danny #the celestial #rose #dnd

[ryttu3k]

Kind of considering doing another BG3 run which would put me at eighteen total end me where I just. Respec everyone. Because Gale would be such a good Storm Sorcerer, and I was reading up on Wildheart Barbarians and thought that could fit Halsin pretty well, and, well. Now I have a whole list.

Would love to see other people's suggestions, people who have done the Everyone Gets Respecced thing, etc!

Astarion Original class: Rogue (Thief) New class: Warlock (Archfey) Explanation: Already bound to one master, Astarion making a deal to gain enough power to fight back against Cazador makes sense to me. Fey, in this case, fits Astarion's elvish background, and Misty Escape and Beguiling Defences would be very welcome.

Gale Original class: Wizard (Evocation School) - keeping 1 level New class: Sorcerer (Storm Sorcery) Explanation: Gale was summoning animals as a toddler. Man is a sorcerer, flat out. Much of his art uses lightning imagery, and then there's the appropriate name…

Karlach Original class: Barbarian (Berserker) New class: Fighter (Champion) Explanation: The in-game explanation does it best, honestly! "You approach the complex problems posed by combat with one distinctly effective solution - you hit those problems, really quite hard."

Wyll Original class: Warlock (The Fiend) - keeping 1 level New class: Paladin (Oath of Devotion) or Bard (College of Swords) Explanation: For paladin, the archetypal knight in shining armour. For bard, he loves dancing, tales of chivalry and drama, and has the charisma to pull it off. I sincerely believe either of these are what Wyll would have become anyway if he hadn't crossed paths with Mizora.

Shadowheart Original class: Cleric (Trickery Domain) - keeping 1 level New class: Druid (Circle of the Land) Explanation: Shadowheart is defined as being 'the healer'. Druids have a good swathe of healing spells (albeit not quite as many as a cleric, especially a Life cleric).

Lae'zel Original class: Fighter (Battle Master) New class: Monk (Way of the Open Hand) Explanation: Aside from monks being fairly common to githyanki, Lae'zel would appreciate the ability to fight even without weapons.

Halsin Original class: Druid (Circle of the Moon) - keeping 1 level New class: Barbarian (Wildheart) Explanation: Wildheart Barbarians take their power and influence from animals. Each has a Bestial Heart and two Animal Aspects; Halsin would have a Bear Heart and aspect, and some different aspect.

Jaheira Original class: Druid (Circle of the Land) New class: Ranger (Hunter) Explanation: Rangers still have a strong connection to the land, and hunters fit Jaheira's position as a quiet protector.

Minsc Original class: Ranger (Beast Master) New class: Druid (Circle of the Moon) Explanation: BECOME the Miniature Giant Space Hamster!

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #ry plays bg3 #sorcerer gale truther

[wetcatspellcaster]

How many bg3 playthroughs have you done and what has been your character race/class each time?

lmao this is about to be so cringe but.

including early access?

3 playthroughs. only three. and, i suppose, 4, if you count early access vs. full game rosalie. and my current durge playthrough is incomplete bc Horizon Forbidden West is now out and its so much more fun to me than Act 3.

(please understand i am bad at videogames)

Playthrough 1: early access Rosalie. Mephistopheles tiefling, evocation wizard.

Playthrough 2: Skylark. Half-drow barbarian, Wildheart.

Playthrough 3: full access Rosalie. Mephistopheles tiefling, divination wizard my beloved.

Playthrough 4: Delilah. Human bard, college of lore, also part-time durge.

When the level cap was on I couldn't get wizard Rosalie through the Underdark so I made an angry rage girlie instead to unlock those parts of the map!

#asks #anons #bg3 #i log most of my videogame hours not in steam but in gdocs #fic doesn't require me to be good at gaming so once i know the story i tend to just rewatch scenes on youtube rather than replay #also act 1 and act 2 of bg3? chef's kiss. act 3? war zone. for me personally. #actively hampered my opinions of the game's replayability whereas the aylin scene had me convinced i'd be replaying weekly

[grandmother-goblin]

I don't expect people to care much about my Tavs, but I wanted to ask anyway: out of my new Tavs, which one would you like to see more of?

A'ras - Wildheart Barbarian - Lae'zel Romance - Practical Punk (who likes hugs)

Arlet- College of Lore Bard - Wyll Romance - Mischievous Sweetheart.

Aricey - Divination Wizard - Gale Romance - Wise Ass Old Lady.

Orakith - Draconic Sorcerer - Astarion Romance - Poisonous Cinnamon Roll.

#I just realized I have a lot of names starting with “ar” and I totally didn't mean to do that #grandmother goblin grumbles #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tav #oc: a'ras #oc: arlet winship #oc: aricey glendream #oc: orakith

[supermachoman]

combining my bg3 nerdism with my punchout obsession

all of them would be monks in some way bc. panching. but theyd be multiclassed and use it during their fight, with the exceptions of glass joe and sandman as i think it makes more sense for them to just be monks as first and last bosses

i made this a while ago and dont remember most of my reasoning for the subclasses. just go with it. OH and i wanted only one for each multiclass, so no repeats.

if i fucked up dnd lore look AWAY im a bg3 and d20 boy im not hardcore

this is super lazy

glass joe- monk (way of mercy)

like i said, hes just a monk with no multiclass since hes the starting/warmup boss. he hasnt got enough exp yet

von kaiser- monk (way of the sun soul) & fighter (battle master)

i mean, with his soldier-y theme, both in appearance and voice, i feel him being a fighter is just the obvious choice. plus it feels like an easy jump from solo monk to fighter-monk

disco kid- monk (way of the shadow) & bard (college of valour)

hes groovin, and his dance theme is more prominent than flamenco's so it feels more appropriate to give it to disco. plus his headphones. enough about bards who play music give me interpretive dance bards

king hippo- monk (way of the ascendant dragon) & wizard (transmutation)

okay king hippo was the last one i chose a multiclass for and wizard was the last free class. ig he could be artificier but wizard felt more regal, like royal wizard. not too much reasoning for this one tho sorry lol

piston hondo- monk (way of the long death) & paladin (devotion)

another one i feel is relatively obvious. hes dedicated to what he does and seems to do nothing but train according to cutscenes. idk what to say hes just. paladin

bear hugger- monk (way of the sun soul) & druid (circle of the land)

i mean dudes best friend is a bear and he brings a squirrel into the ring. hes already a bear in two senses of the word, why not add a third and make it more literal? sure hed love to chill with mrs bear

great tiger- monk (way of the four elements) & sorcerer (wild magic)

i remember my subclass reasoning and it was just. three clones and him in his cutscene equals four. and they seem to have different "elements" associated with each. that said sorcerer feels like The Most obvious choice of the lot. he uses his magic naturally and deftly, but his knockout cutscene betrays a sort of lack of control he may have, so i went with wild magic. i could just as easily see draconic though and give him some cool tiger-like face scales.

don flamenco- monk (way of the open hand) & ranger (beast master)

hes a toreador and punts a bull into space, a class with an advantage over animals is the easy choice. plus based on vibes alone, rangers feel patient and wait for prey like he does in his fight

aran ryan- monk (way of the kensei) & rogue (arcane trickster)

honestly all the rogue subclasseses work with aran but i went with tricksger bc i felt more general. i dont think hed actually kill someone and theif was too specific for the general mayhem he causes. plus hed absolutely use illegal magicks in the ring.

soda popinski- monk (way of the drunken master) & cleric (war domain)

obvious subclass is obvious. cleric bc he heals himself in battle by drinking soda. war domain bc none of the others rlly fitt

bald bull- monk (way of the long death) & barbarian (wildheart)

okay a *lot* of the boxers could be barbarians but i feel like bull is the one with the most obvious "rage" mechanic, being his charge. wildheart bc bull theme

super macho man- monk (way of the astral self) & warlock (the archfiend)

i think smm was another one i did last but him selling his soul to be a rich and famous pro boxer feels fitting. i dont remember my reasoning for his astral subclass but i remember i really liked it so take my word

mr sandman- monk (way of the open hand)

again as i said before, i wanted him to be a "back to basics" sort of fighter. taking what mac should know most intimately and putting him through a ringer of all the typical "monk" things. open hand also feels like the most "basic" but powerful monk Thing so.

also. mac would be a monk but his multiclass would be up to the player, if they multiclassed him at all, and doc would be a way of mercy monk and a knowledge domain cleric, bc hes macs mentor, was a champion so he knows a lot. and heals mac if needed. (also a folk hero. dodnt do backgrounds for other characters but thar u go)

#punch out #don flamenco #glass joe #aran ryan #mr sandman #super macho man #von kaiser #bald bull #great tiger #piston hondo #king hippo #disco kid #bear hugger #soda popinski #punch out au #idk man im jus ramblign #also i dornt know super panch out v well so didnt do them

[fade-and-loathing-in-thedas]

My BG3 Characters (a currently complete list)

Akroma Amell - playthrough complete

Multi-class warlock/wizard who romanced Gale

Sparrow - Currently Act 1

The Dark Urge and lore bard with no romantic interest (currently)

Malice - Currently Act 3

Dark Urge sorcerer romancing Astarion

Sigrun Erikdottir - Currently Act 3

Wildheart barbarian, bimbo and bad bitch romancing Shadowheart

Keeva The Relentless - Honor Mode Act 1

Frenzy barbarian with no romantic interest at the moment

#bg3 #my ocs #keeva the relentless #sigrun erikdottir #malice #sparrow #akroma amell

[hazellblogs]

GUYS!!

*giggles*

*twirls hair, kicks feet*

#thank you game for this #they are in love and married #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 tav #zerxis #rolan #bg3 rolan #rolan bg3 #zerxis x rolan #the wildheart and the wizard

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Glamour

In which Gale comes clean to Agnes "Agi" Wildheart about a glamour he uses. SFW.

“Knock, knock!”

Gale smiled to himself as he shut the book he was reading. Sitting in his tent, he had been anticipating the arrival of his lady. My lady. My sweet, talented, beautiful, amazing, kind…did I mention sweet? “Come in, darling!”

Agnes Wildheart peeked her head through the folds of the tent opening and grinned. “Hi, love. I have a surprise for you!” Closing the tent flaps, she walked to him and kissed him softly before taking something out of one of her many pockets. “Ta-da! Someone had some Waterdhavian chocolate, so I bartered some stuff I had lying around for it. I thought we might share.” Holding out the chocolate bar, her expression was bright as usual.

Unfortunately, the same could not be said for Gale. I love chocolate. I love her. I would love her covered the richest chocolate imaginable and lick it off her body, but… He put on his best fake smile and waved a hand. “How kind and thoughtful, my dear! However, I think you should have it yourself. You deserve it. A worthy treat for a beautiful lady!”

She raised an eyebrow. “But I want to share with you, love.”

No, you don’t. I don’t bloody need it. What I am going to need is another pair of trousers soon. They’re already so tight, and she’ll think I’m just—

Her smile turned into a frown. “Hey, are you okay? I can go if you want to be alone—"

“No, no! It’s not that. I want you…here with me! Yes, with me here! Us! Together!” Try to sound less desperate, man! He rubbed a hand through his hair. “I…” You need to tell her. Sooner or later, she’ll find out especially if we…you know… Gale motioned to the other chair in the tent. “Please.”

Agnes sat warily in the chair, still holding the chocolate. “Did I…did I do something wrong?”

Shit. He offered a reassuring smile. “No. You’ve done nothing wrong. Me, however…” Chuckling nervously, he felt his heart beating through his chest. “Well, a question for you, Agi---what do you know of glamours?”

She wrinkled her nose, her frow burrowed. “Glamours to change appearance? I casted one for a friend a while back for a theater production they were in.” Her eyebrow raised once more. “Why?”

Because I’m a weak and vain man. A hand traveled to his earring. “You see this isn’t just a very fashionable piece of jewelry, my dear.” He smiled ruefully as he touched it. I’m sorry. I’ve lied to you enough, and now here’s another fucking lie.

The glamour shimmered away.

Gale’s gaze was fixed upon Agnes.

“Sorry, was it supposed to do something?”

Gale blinked. “What?! Don’t you see?!”

Agnes squinted. “Well…you certainly filled your tunic, love…and your pants…and your hair is a bit grayer…” Her smile returned, her free hand touching one of his. “Still very handsome, if I do say so myself.”

Did she…No, she can’t have. But I think she did!!! Gale laughed nervously, bringing her hand to his lips. “My lady, you’re full of boundless kindness shown towards such an undeserving fool…” He had not noticed her put the chocolate on the side table, nor did he notice her move until she was standing in front of him, her face meeting his.

He did notice her kissing him. A slow, passionate kiss that Gale happily remembered they shared the previous night at sunset. His hands found their way to her wide, soft hips, while hers cupped his face.

“Gale love, look at me. Look at me.” She whispered, thumbs caressing his cheeks.

“If the lady commands.” He chuckled, his eyes now meeting hers. We both have brown eyes. Can’t believe I didn’t notice that before.

“My love, I’m not angry about the glamour. I’m not angry at you. I’m just angry you felt like you had to do this in the first place.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips before continuing. “I’ve been teased about being bigger ever since I was a little girl. I didn’t think anyone would love me after a ‘friend’ humiliated me when I asked him out. But when I told Mum, she looked at me and said, ‘Agi, if they can’t love you inside and out, then they’re not worth it.’ And that’s stuck with me ever since. I love you, Gale---inside and out. I meant what I said about you still being very handsome.” Her cheeks turned bright pink, something Gale discovered quickly that he enjoyed. Such a pretty blush on a pretty woman. “And I bet you’re great to snuggle with—OH!”

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. He kissed her soundly and held her against him. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. “I love you.” He huffed, his forehead touching hers. “You’re a marvel, you know that?”

Wrinkling her nose, she giggled. “The Wizard of Waterdeep telling a sorceress of Baldur’s Gate that she’s a marvel? I’ll need to note the day and time for future reference.”

Gale barked a laugh. “No need. I’ll simply tell you every moment of every day, darling.” I love you. I love you. I love you so fucking much.

“If you do, then I’ll die of embarrassment.” Laughing softly, she kissed him. “But truly, you are handsome, and for a man nearing his forty-first birthday,” oh dear, her cheeks are red now. “You’re very sexy.” Ah, tomato red!

Gale’s eyes twinkled as he tickled her sides softly. “And for a lady just past her twenty-fifth birthday, you’re simply perfect.”

Giggling, Agnes lightly smacked his arm. “You’re also quite naughty, love. Come on, let’s have some chocolate and a cuddle.” She picked up the bar and sat on the bedroll, tapping the spot next to her.

“There’s nothing I’d like more, my dear.”

Gale stood.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

Agnes’s eyes widened.

Fuck my life.

“Oh dear, where those your pants? Don’t worry, I’ll make note that we need to pick some up next time we find a trader or inn or some shit.” She took out a small notebook, one Gale knew she used for inventory, and wrote it down. She smiled reassuringly at him. “All good.” She pat the spot next to her again. “Gale love?”

“One moment.” He undid his trousers and got them off, tossing them on the far side of the tent. Goodness, she looks like she wants to devour me. A smirk tugged at his lips. Nothing wrong with some flirting. I know she loves it. “Does the lady want the shirt removed as well?” He winked. Especially since she likes all of this!!!

Agnes nodded wordlessly, watching Gale in wonder.

Well, here goes nothing. He pulled the shirt over his head and then sat next to her on the bedroll. “What does the lady think?” Gale whispered, leaning into her ear.

With a gulp, Agnes nodded again. “Y-yes, very good.” She looked at him intensely, seemingly drinking him in. Raising a hand, she appeared as if she would reach out and touch him but stopped. “I had no idea you’re so hairy.” She said, a small smile on her lips. “That didn’t show up when we…erm, you know…had magic sex.”

He chuckled. “Magic sex is certainly an accurate way to describe the lovemaking we did in the stars, and yes, I am quite hairy.” Fuck, does she hate it? All signs point to no but let her answer. “Do you…?”

She quickly shook her head. “No! I mean, I like it. A lot. Makes you even hotter actually.” OH?!?!?! Her face was turning bright red. “I mean, you’re still really hot without it! And with it! And just…oh sod it.” Agnes opened the chocolate bar and shoved a piece in her mouth, causing Gale to laugh.

He shifted on the bedroll to be against her and pulled her into a hug. “I must say, darling, you’re very adorable when you’re flustered! I should do that more often!” Not all the time. Don’t want her to think I’m actually teasing her. I can’t hurt her…even a little. It would break my heart. Pressing a kiss to her red hair, he rocked her gently. “How’s the chocolate, my love?”

Swallowing, she sighed happily. Always a good sign. “So fucking good. Sometimes you just need some chocolate, you know?”

Gale gave an affirmative hum as Agnes broke a piece and held it up for him. As he bit into the chocolate, he recognized the taste immediately. Oh fuck yes. Master chocolatier Andresson’s handiwork. My favorite. And Agi likes it too. I’ll make sure we always have some at home…hold on, Gale. She may not want to continue this after our little adventure or may want to stay in Baldur’s Gate. Her whole life is there---family, friends, her puppy…

“A-are you sure you’re not tired? I could go, love.” Her worried voice brought him out of his increasingly depressing thoughts.

He closed his eyes. “Thinking too much.” Again. Always. Constantly.

Agnes turned a little in his arms so that she was not facing away from him. A hand began stroking the thick dark hair on his chest. “Stay here with me, love. Stay in the moment, Gale. Just think about us, right here, right now…everything’s okay. We’ve having a cuddle and some chocolate.” She murmured softly. “Want some more chocolate, love?” She offered him a piece, which he took and ate. Suddenly, her eyes widened. “I have an idea! Lay down and close your eyes!”

“O-oh? What—” Before he knew it, Agnes was laying down on the bedroll and looking at him expectantly. I suppose I better get right to it then. Can’t keep the lady waiting! He did as he was told and closed his eyes. “What do you have planned, my sweet sorceress?”

He could hear her smirking. “You’ll see, love.”

The air is filled with magic.

Her magic.

Wild.

Untamed.

Like her beautiful curls. Gods, how I love running my fingers through her hair.

“You can open your eyes now.” Agnes said in a soft whisper.

Gale could not stop the massive grin that appeared on his face when he opened his eyes. The ceiling of the tent was enchanted to look like a snowy winter night.

“It’s not nearly as impressive as when you changed the entire night sky, but I still think this is a good first attempt.” She said with a self-satisfied smile.

“First attempt?! Are you telling me, darling, that you’ve never done this before…just now?!” Gale sputtered.

Agnes wrinkled her nose and giggled. Gods, she’s so cute when she does that. “Well, erm…yes? I thought it would be nice to try to do. Make it even more romantic, but I didn’t want to copy what you did.” She turned onto her side and snuggled against Gale’s large hairy but apparently appealing belly. “I remembered when Mum and I went to see some relations up north, and there was a festival of some sort going on. It was snowing. People were everywhere having a great time. Lots of hot cocoa and tasty snacks. Children were ice skating…and I thought…maybe we could go sometime.” She’s touching my chest again. Goodness, she really does think I’m attractive. “I mean, that’s if you want to continue this when this is all over.” She added quickly, her eyes darting downwards.

Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, Gale laughed heartily. “You needn’t worry about that, my dear! I’m afraid you’re stuck with this fool.”

Did I think I would find love with a beautiful dwarven sorceress while we both have tadpoles in our heads and I have a bomb in my chest?

Absolutely not.

Was I surprised that I found love with the loveliest dwarven sorceress with all the above happening?

Oh yes. Definitely.

Am I ecstatic that she loves me and wants this to continue?

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Giggling, she planted multiple kisses on his chest. “Well, that means you’re stuck with my fat ass.” She stopped, a smirk appearing on her lips. “You hear that Mystra? He loves my fat ass, and I love his! He’s mine now, so fuck off!”

***

After an amazing, romantic night, Gale applied the glamour. We talked about it. She said I can do whatever I feel comfortable with. I said I would be fine with keeping the glamour on around others, but when we’re alone, it’s off. As he opened the flaps of his tent, Astarion stopped his conversation with Halsin.

The vampire grinned, his fangs shining in the sun.

“So Gale, when are you proposing to dear Agi?”

“I-I beg your pardon!”

Halsin’s eyes went from Astarion to Gale and back again.

“My good man, if a woman told my deity to fuck off and that I belonged to her now, I would be buying a ring at dawn!”

When things are settled, I will.

Before Gale could response, Agnes (her face is as red as a tomato) smacked Astarion on the arm. “You naughty man! Gale can propose to me whenever he wants!” OH?!?!!?!?! Then I will write to Mother’s favorite jeweler immediately. “Now, months from now, years—”

“Not years, darling.” Gale snarked, pouring a cup of honestly not bad coffee.

Most of their comrades laughed as Agnes walked by Gale to pour herself some coffee. He always noticed the little full of love for me looks she gave him including one right now. He felt a wriggling in his head. His gaze locked onto hers.

I’d marry you tomorrow if I could, love. I honestly thought no one would be interested in me as a person, as Agi, because they know my last name. They know my mother is Countess Luci Wildheart, head of the Wildheart Ironworks. But you were…are! Oh goodness, you are interested in me and not only that—

Interested?! Darling, I love you.

Right yes! Sorry was getting to that. Anyways, you love me for me, and I love you for that.

I could say the same for you. Not interested in my power, my supreme command of magic, my boundless intellect—

Gale.

Of course! You love me the man---flawed, hairy, and—

Incredibly sexy!

So you say, dearest.

The connection between the tadpoles was severed just as Wyll began speaking to Agnes. He smiled to himself as he imagined him romancing her at that winter festival and picked up not one but two butter rolls.

If she doesn’t mind it…likes it even…then so do I.

#dwarf!Agi #BG3!Agi #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #Agnes Wildheart #chubby gale is canon i am not sorry #fat dwarf sorceress and fat human wizard find love on the road #body image issues #weight gain #these other other other other other two dorks #astarion bg3 #halsin bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #plus size tav

[quietsun5268]

(Polls) Baldur's Gate 3: Which Race/Class/Background Do You Prefer For Tav?

Unlike Baldur's Gate 1 & 2 where 7 races are available, 11 races are available along with which type you want to be.

Half-elf

Elf

Dwarf

Half-Orc

Halfling

Drow

Githyanki

Tiefling

Gnome

Human

Dragonborn

Which Race do you prefer for Tav to be and Why? Is it because it's your favorite in DnD? Is it because it's the most popular? Because it's underrated? Because it is seen as good/evil in-verse and you wanted to break the stereotype by playing as the opposite alignment? Because of the unique dialogue options?

(In all of these polls you can vote for more then one options)

As for classes, I think you have you have 12 choices along with which type you want.

Paladin

Cleric

Wizard

Druid

Bard

Ranger

Fighter

Barbarian

Rogue

Sorcerer

Monk

Warlock

Which Class do you prefer Tav and Why? Is it because it's your favorite in DnD? Is it because it's the most popular? Because it's underrated? Is it because it seems fitting? Because it's the most useful? Because of the unique dialogue options?

What's new is that you get to choose a Background you want for your character. Backgrounds not only provide you with skill bonuses now, they also grant you Quests that you can complete throughout the game. These Quests gives you Inspiration Points as well as Experience Points, and adds context to your character's background in the world of Baldur's Gate 3.

Acolyte

Charlatan

Criminal

Entertainer

Folk Hero

Guild Artisan

Noble

Outlander

Sage

Soldier

Urchin

Haunted One (Dark Urge Only)

I added Haunted One even though it's a Dark Urge Only Background because not only is it's unique. Because The Dark Urge is an Avatar only origin like the customizable origin character (Tav). Plus, have you heard of Blood in Baldur's Gate? It's a community-driven free-to-play narrative browser game, a prequel of sorts to Baldur's Gate 3. It's set of 1477 DR, 15 years before the start of Baldur's Gate 3.

Spoiler Warning****

The Dark Urge is the culprit of the murders, and killed the detective at the end. The Detective is called Tav.

I'd like to think when the Dark Urge had amnesia they end up going by the name of one of their past victims (Tav, I think calling them Dark Urge seems like a mouthful. It's my headcanon).

******

Which Background do you prefer for Tav and Why? Because you find it more interesting? Because it's fitting? Because its the most useful?

If you want to vote on "(Poll) Baldur's Gate 1 & 2: Who Do You Prefer With Gorion's Ward and Why? (Small spoiler for Baldur's Gate 3)" go Here

If you want to vote on "(Polls) Baldur's Gate 1 & 2: Which Race and/or Class Do You Prefer Gorion's Ward To Be and Why?": Go Here

If you want to vote on "(Polls) Baldur's Gate 3: Who Do You Prefer With Tav and/or Dark Urge?" Go Here

If you want to vote on "(Poll) Baldur's Gate 3: Which Origin Is Preferable?" Go Here

If you want to vote on "(Polls) Subclass You Prefer For The Rest Your Companions?" Go here

Reddit (you can click here if you want to see what other people think in the comments)

#strawpoll #strawpolls #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #baldur's gate Tav #the dark urge #dark urge #bg3 dark urge #Baldur's gate dark urge #baldur's gate iii #Half-elf #Elf #Dwarf #Half-Orc #Halfling #Drow #Githyanki #Tiefling #Gnome #Human #Dragonborn #Half elf #half orc #Paladin #Cleric #Druid #Bard #Ranger #Sorcerer

[jasadhyana]

Random question to bother you with: do you know any mushroom themed songs, because I am collecting them

Hello darling! So happy to be able to give you a few answers:

Les Claypool - Mushroom Men (Of Fungi And Foe, 2009)

Dog Fashion Disco (featuring Serj Tankian) - Mushroom Cult (Anarchists Of Good Taste, 2001)

Bambi Thug - Psilocybin (Psilocyber, 2021)

Queens Of The Stone Age - Monsters In The Parasol (Rated R, 2010)

Jefferson Airplane - White Rabbit (Surrealistic Pillow, 1967)

Leaf Hound - Growers Of Mushroom (Growers Of Mushrooms, 1971)

Wildhearts - Liberty Cap (Anarchic Airwaves, 1998)

King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard - Mycelium (Ice, Death, Planets, Lungs, Mushrooms and Lava, 2022)

Infected Mushroom - Disco Mushroom (Classical Mushroom, 2000)

Mushroom Song by Landon Carder · 2021

Fungi by Peter Weatherall · 2024

Louie Zong has a whole album called Mushroom Music

Now a lot of what I could find was about getting high, so I tried to find some that were not too! I hope there are some new ones here for you to enjoy 💖💖💖

[starryserenade]

Faith & Trust

Comments: Not sure if I've posted this before, but reposting because I'm thinking about continuing this little story. Myth & Magic is still my focus, but especially with Peter Pan's 70th a few days ago, I would really like to finally finish what I had planned for this tale when I first wrote it years ago.

Description:

Yen Sid takes note of Mickey's cautiousness taken too far after the events of Fantasia. Fear has taken root in the once-mischievous child, and threatens to drain his imagination entirely. And so the sorcerer seeks a way to show his apprentice that imagination, though powerful, does not have to be bad. A world born and empowered by childish dreams could be the key to this, but events have transpired in this timeless place since the wizard's last visit, and the journey meant to show Mickey the heart of imagination's beauty, could be the thing that reveals its darkest and most frightening powers to him instead.

A short story about imagination, its dangers, and the potential it holds to accomplish both good and evil.

Draws elements from Fantasia, Peter Pan, and the Disney Fairies books by Gail Carson Levine.

Part 2

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Imagination is a finicky thing…thought the bearded old man, furrowing his brow.  For today, he was attempting to conjure a new spell and yet was altogether uninspired.  This was not exceptionally rare, but at the moment it was exceptionally frustrating.  He felt distracted in every possible sense of the word.  Where he would have usually welcomed silence, the utter lack of sound now deafened every thought.  The stillness that had replaced his workshop’s usual flutter of chaos was far more grating than it was calming.  And as the sorcerer ran his hand across an immaculately clean table, he scowled.  There were no stars clumsily scribbled in dust, no storybooks lying open in places a certain apprentice should have been cleaning.

The room was sparkling.  Still.  Organized.  Perfect.

And therefore, as far from perfect as one could imagine.  

But he took a deep breath and rolled up his sleeves anyway, hands crackling with the electricity of magic.  If this strange emptiness was ever to end, he had to find a way to end it.  A light had been dimmed in recent days and, though logic told him there was little to fear, something deeper whispered of a great deal to be lost should that light go out.  

His mind wandered to the boy.  The flood he’d conjured had brought something far worse than its own watery dangers.  Those were contained with little trouble, but the fear of a child...that was something not so easily dispelled.  For fear breeds nightmares, and nightmares have a way of worming their way into every thought, poisoning the mind and draping every dream in shadow.  And now Mickey, the wildhearted mouse whose imagination was so full of fire and life, was growing colder and quieter by the day.  

Yen Sid frowned and slashed his hands across the apparition he had unconsciously conjured, a swirling recollection of the past disaster.  Droplets of water dispersed along with wispy shards of the splintered brooms, creating, for a split moment, an eerie mist that snaked throughout the workshop.  

This is no use.  

And yet, perhaps the mist retained some of the spell’s magic, as well as its creator’s sense of purpose. For the verdigris faded into a deep blue and a single tendril emerged from the cloud, ribboning around the wizard’s fingers.  He raised an eyebrow as it climbed up his shoulder and swirled about his hat before whisking away to a nearby bookshelf.  It lingered there for a moment, then thrust itself into one of the books.  There was a flash of light, and the tale left its place and reappeared on the magician’s desk.

Yen sid tilted his head, studying the chosen text with great curiosity.  He was well aware of the power stories held.  Not a collection of falsehoods...but records.  Fantastic happenings immortalized within leatherbound pages.  And with a touch of magic, they could become doors to the worlds which lay inside.  

The leather cover, painted a midnight blue, glowed softly in his study, and with a flick of the wizard’s wrists, the details etched in its surface rose up and came to life.  A sky littered with swirling stars.  A flash of green and a splash of gold.  A great ship which refused to obey the laws of gravity as it set sail across the night.

He grinned ever so slightly, beginning to see where this piece fit in his puzzle.  Though it had been many years since he’d stepped inside such a place, he had never forgotten what lay within.  It was a world of fantasy, magic, and adventure.  And most importantly....it was quite literally fueled by the very thing his apprentice had begun to fear:

Imagination.  

This was a world conjured from the mind of a child.  Where danger and beauty existed side by side, both ever present, neither one ever truly succeeding in eradicating the other.  

It was exactly what the young mouse needed to see.

And already, perhaps its influence was at work.  For when the wizard turned, he found his apprentice peeking through the doorway, wide-eyed and mesmerized by the starlit spectacle.  The boy let out a startled squeak when his master’s stare met his own, but the amused smirk on Yen Sid’s face was just enough to keep him from scampering off.  He flinched as the sorcerer approached, however, clutching the doorframe nervously for fear he might yet be admonished.

But Yen Sid only knelt down and held out a hand, watching with satisfaction as fearful eyes filled with curiosity.  

“Hello, Mickey,” he spoke softly.  “How would you like to go on an adventure?”

#my writing #faith & trust #mickey mouse #fantasia #yen sid #peter pan #tinker bell #disney fairies

[pegasusknightsonly]

Owain - wild magic sorcerer

Inigo - college of swords bard

Cynthia - oath of devotion paladin

Lucina - oath of vengeance paladin

Gerome - beast master hunter

Laurent - evocation wizard

Yarne - circle of the moon druid

Nah - im honestly torn between dragonborn draconic ancestry sorceror ("no shit") and wildheart barbarian

Noire - assassin rogue

Brady - life domain cleric

Kjelle - open hand monk

Severa - battle master fighter

boy Morgan - the great old one warlock

girl Morgan - beserker barbarian