Истории Bg3

(Main writing on Tumblr + answered questions, drabbles, scenarios, headcanons, etc..) As the Absolute sweep over Faerûn on a conquest for more followers to tadpole, you lose both your mother and your simple life. Thrown into a party where violence is the answer and tension brews, they all have their own reasons to keep a poor child safe... Though your companions barely ever agree, you can only guess how that ends for you.

Time slips through my fingers. And I wonder. How much of me has been lost? How much of me has been found? But I am no optimist. So I wait. Dreading the day when I no longer recognise myself. Or worse, When others no longer recognise me. Will my life stop suddenly? Like a pendulum interrupted mid swing? Or slowly, like an old clock winding down. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick. Tock. Astarion x my high elf rogue Tav, Nyx Astarion x my wood elf paladin Tav, Sera Maybe some others, we'll see. Astarion and any other bg3 npc's belong to Larian Studios, thus I do not own them.

Under the moonlight, beside the grave, Harry Potter and Voldemort stood face to face. "Very well," Voldemort said softly, raising his wand. The oppressive weight on Harry's back vanished. "Now, look at me-like a man... Stand tall, just as your father did when he met his end..." "Now-we duel." Voldemort raised his wand, Harry raised his finger, and Voldemort turned into a sheep. ****** As an owl carrying a Hogwarts acceptance letter embarked on its journey, as Hogwarts welcomed a Harry Potter who had saved the entirety of Baldur's Gate, and as an outdated Voldemort crossed paths with a Savior who had trained in another world... The gears of fate were destined to spin onto an unforeseen path.

Good news: Levi transmigrated into Baldur's Gate 3. Bad news: he became the Dark Urge. Even worse news: he is trying to be a Lawful Good paladin. Bhaal wants blood. Levi wants peace. His instincts whisper murder, his dice keep making him look guilty, and every sincere attempt at heroism somehow turns into the most suspicious thing anyone in Faerûn has ever seen. Armed with game knowledge, terrible luck, and the moral confidence of a man who absolutely refuses to reload into evil, Levi sets out to prove that even Bhaal's chosen disaster can walk the righteous path. Or at least fake it convincingly enough that his companions stop pointing weapons at him. Can a murder-born monster become a true paladin? Or will Levi's "good route" become the most chaotic failed save file Baldur's Gate has ever seen?

She sees Cazador, beaten and broken on the ground. "...I know." The words finally break free from her tightening throat. Her eyebrows furrow just enough as she meets his eyes again, her jaw sets. "That's why I can't, Astarion." "...What?" The dagger held in his palm glistens as it turns. With a tilt of his head, he searches her eyes for any give but he knows her answer is... final. Done. He can't talk her into this, and that more than anything proves to be the first and final nail in the coffin. "Astarion, I need you to understand exactly what it is you're asking me to do. To understand why I'm saying no-" "No." His expression contorts just slightly, grip tightening around the dagger, nostrils flaring in a way she's seen many times - but never once directed towards her. "I understand completely." Elkyra can sense the line he just drew, a valley with it's connecting bridge reduced to glittering embers. The one she so carefully built, gone beneath her feet. ______________________________________________ This is an exploration of a headcanon idea I had, born from a bad dice roll.

After years of Violent and daring adventure, countless battle and wars waged, and journeys into the darkest of worlds, Alvarinus has returned to Baldurs Gate, the weight and Echos of the past having crushed out the once gleaming Paladin of Lathander. Having witnessed the best and worst of the Material plane, the worst of Humanity and the Darkness within, Alvarinus has been left a Former shell off the knight in shining armor that he once was. But not even surviving the mists of the Shadowfell are enough to stave off the chaos of Faerûn, because when a Mindflayer ship breaks through the sky and into the City, Alvarinus is abducted in the chaos and imbued with one of the worst scourges in all of existence: A Mindflayer Parasite. Now, the High Elf Paladin of Vengeance must ally himself with several reminders of a dark past, and forge new bonds that may aid the survival of himself and several others. He survived the wrath of the Dragon Scourge, he led armies against the rise of Giants. And yet Alvarinus has unfinished Business in the city of Baldurs Gate, and the looming confrontation may be what does him in.

A bg3 fanfic taking place after the events of the game. Our main character Kara is forced into an unwanted adventure to find a hidden and rather mysterious artifact with the potential to change the world. Her task, steal it and betray her companions. This may seem to be easy but after meeting a certain wizard from Waterdeep the task becomes much more complicated. She must navigate between duty, what's right and things completely out of her control. Will she follow her heart? Or will she destroy herself? Copyright: I do not own any rights to the any characters or locations related to bg3. All rights belong to Larian Studios. Cover designed using Canva.

In the glittering heart of Waterdeep, Gale Dekarios is a man of grand titles: Archmage, Professor of Magical Theory, and former Chosen of Mystra. But to Tav, a dedicated teacher of the city's youngest and most rambunctious minds, he is simply the man who forgets his boots in the hallway and takes his tea with far too much honey. While Gale spends his days lecturing on the complexities of the Weave, Tav spends hers navigating the chaos of the alphabet and crayon masterpieces. Their worlds are vastly different, yet they find a perfect, quiet harmony in their shared home-balancing ancient scrolls with lesson plans, and wine-soaked evenings with dreams of a future together. When the conversation shifts from magical theory to the possibility of their own legacy, Gale and Tav must prepare for their most daunting adventure yet: parenthood. From enchanting cradles to baby-proofing a wizard's tower, they discover that while magic can move mountains, it's the simple love between a professor and a teacher that truly changes the world.

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Takes place two years after events of defeating the Netherbrain. After ascending to the Heavens, Zymira and Gale live in harmony as God's. Zymira, a tiefling, goes on to become the Goddess of Peace. After battling her demons with Bhaal, it only seemed right to bring tranquility to herself and others. But when Raphael convinces other God's to disrupt that peace, it leads chaos into their very resting place. Gale then sends Zymira back down to the Forgotten Realms to seek safe haven, where she finds herself at The Emerald Grove's gate yet again.

700 years ago, Calythea convinced Astarion not to ascend. Now, Astarion faces a heartbreaking consequence of that choice.

Astarion. The beloved pale elf. Everyone's favourite vampire spawn. He certainly has an interesting personality, whether you love it or hate it. It just so happens you love it. More than you would like to admit. You can feel tensions are growing between you both, it danced in the air. It was clear you both had similar... Interests let's say. Why not explore them together.

After falling from a Illithid ship, Ana must find a way to remove the parasite inside of her brain or risk becoming one of the very monsters she is sworn to destroy. Fortunately, there are other survivors, but not all of them will feel the same way about their new guests and the devastating power they offer. Some will not be able to resist the temptation and the drow must focus solely on her own survival, yet, a certain egocentric elven noble with peculiar mannerisms has motives of his own, and unfortunately for Ana, he may require her help. Just a romance with everyone's favorite vampire, Astarion.

A collection of stories I have written over the last few months. Inspired by various books, movies, or shows like The Walking Dead, The Maze Runner, Baldurs' Gate 3, The Secret of Moonacre, and some others. No AI was used in the creation of any of these stories. Frankly, I would rather die than use a machine for that. These stories can contain depictions of violence, swearing, and heavy topics. I will try my best to put warnings, but if I miss any, feel free to message me. ---- Characters depicted in this story are not my own, except for my OCs, depicted as the main character. Situations and places depicted in the story are mainly my own or inspired by the source material. I don't have any rights to the characters taken from the source material; please don't sue me.

For Astarion, it's an almost-normal morning at the camp. But his search for a fresh vial of blood will soon turn into an epic adventure with both friends and foes from Baldur's Gate 3. A fanfic for the discerning reader, accompanied by AI images for each chapter. Warning: there may be spoilers! Disclaimer: I don't own Baldur's Gate 3 or any of the characters. All rights to those belong to Larian Studios and Wizards of the Coast. This story is a work of fanfiction, meant for entertainment only. I'm not making a profit from this story.

Vanora felt weak as she laid on the ground, a piercing migraine in the back of her eye throbbing to her rapid heartbeat. As she stood up to orient herself, she had a hard time adjusting her eyes to the sunlight above her. The ocean was calming, and she closed her eyes to listen closer to the shushing of the waves, and smell the salt in the air. Regaining her strength, she opened her eyes once more. The land was unfamiliar, rocky shores and lush grasses weren't anything she was used to. Where was she? As she looked around, she noticed a large crash site very close by. She stood up, breathlessly looking over the ship. "You seem far from home." {#1 in ASTARION: 9/18/23} {#1 in BG3: 9/18/23}

A quick friendship fic inspired by Hamrikka on tiktoks INCREDIBLE fanart of Astarion as a tailor. Please go give them a like and a follow, they are spectacular. The story is based on my Tav, Aster, a teifling wild magic sorcerer. Can also be found here https://www.tumblr.com/likethelightfromorionabove/732986738646122496/the-dress?source=share&ref=_tumblr

She had beaten her urge. She was free of her father. So why didn't it feel... good? Astarion and Durge have a conversation post-Orin.

Feel free to request a one shot i do male/ female and nonbinary povs and i dont mind doing fluff angst and lemon (only for 18+ characters) dont be afraid to ask my little dragons!

Short story about two lovely guys from BG3: Astarion and Gale