These Are So Cute!

These are so cute! 🥰

baldur's gate 3 but make it incredibly cheesy valentines day cards

shoutout to my friends helping out with some of the lines because i was fighting for my life on some of these

I think you should be able to absorb bathroom graffiti to learn new powers like with those walls in the tombs in skyrim

Not sure if you write him/have written, but could I ask for some dancing hcs for Raphael? like him dancing with his s/o

this is so cute..... i love raphael he's such an interesting character. thanks for the request and enjoy even if this is a little short!

gn!reader/tav

dancing with raphael headcanons

he is definitely into ballroom dancing

intimate and slow types of dances really get to him. he just loves being close to you, his hands on your hips

while he's this close, it makes it incredibly easy for him to tease you. he can get on your nerves really easily (affectionately in this sense)

whispers sweet nothings into your ears, promises of a long and wonderful life spent by his side

realistically we all know he wouldn't be the best partner in the world, but i think if he's actually going to feel something for someone, he's going to feel very intensely

so when he tells you these things, he really does mean it

he's a surprisingly good dancer, though

even faster paced dances are fun to him. intimate in a different way, but still special in his eyes

even if dancing isn't really your thing, he's going to reassure you that skill matters very little to him and that this is just something to do for fun!

even as a devil.... he wants things to be fun and entertaining to him sometimes

he isn't always going to be serious

he'll probably always be the one initiating these types of things and they are going to come out of nowhere

just pulls you in sooo easily and spins you around like you're someone of royalty y'know <3

raphael is a bit of an old fashioned man (it comes with age), and dancing is something he's always enjoyed

so getting to share it with you is something special even if he won't ever admit it

just dance with him every now and then and pretend to enjoy it even if you don't!

Ask and ye shall receive! Here’s a Gale edit for y’all. Lmk in the comments who you want to see next. ✨✨✨

Astarion sees you're almost falling asleep and will drag you to bed now!

I would need this on like a daily basis. And I guess so do many of you - so let the vampire drag you to bed and GO! GET! SOME! SLEEP!

It was so late it could have been called early. Outside you could already hear the birds chirping, cheerfully greeting a new day. Which meant that it was more than high time to crawl into bed. And doubly so because you lived with a vampire who fared even worse with sunlight than you.

But you were still crouched over your desk and the papers there.

Your eyes were tired. You barely saw what you were working on anymore. And you knew you could get this done when you were fully rested and it would only take a matter of minutes. But you were so desperate to finish this.

Unfortunately, you had a tendency to be very determined (someone else usually called it stubborn but you always pretended you had gone deaf all of a sudden when that happened). But this tendency had brought you this far and probably saved your life more than once. And you wouldn't be bested by this piece of work!

But your head was slowly falling, your eyelids growing as heavy as lead.

And you only jumped back up when you heard that certain someone enter the room, being purposefully noisy to make you aware of it. You were grateful for that because if the vampire had snuck up on you, like he was fully capable of, it might have not ended well with you being this exhausted.

“Slacking off on the job, are we?” you heard his familiar teasing voice as he came closer. You felt his presence as he leaned on the table around you - basically caging you with his arms, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as usual. His lips were awfully close to your ear and the hairs on your neck stood on end as you didn't dare rip your eyes from your work.

“Don't you think this can wait, love?” he whispered now directly into your ear causing a hot and cold shiver to run down your spine.

But with this he had pushed the wrong button. Almost involuntarily you felt one of your eyebrows rise up and your lips forming a pout: “No, Astarion, I don't think it can wait.”

You turned your head around to face him and saw him smirk, making you even more annoyed at him. He leaned in closer, causing his chest to brush against your head now, his hands moved to cover yours.

“Do you really think a stack of papers can't wait more than your caring lover craving your calming touch?” he murmured with a pout that mirrored yours while his deft fingers freed your writing quill out of your angrily clenching fingers. You couldn't resist him long. His hands were used to open up more difficult things than your desperate grip on your writing utensils. Also his absolutely instrumentalized big red eyes he looked at you with were absolutely working their usual enchanting magic on you.

Not enough though for you to not make a snide remark about what was happening.

“Well, for starters the stack of papers doesn't talk back.”

“You think I'm funny, my love.”

“It also isn't as full of itself.”

A mockingly offended gasp while Astarion’s hands moved the papers out of your reach.

“My heart, you hurt me.”

“Ah see, it also doesn't guilt trip me.”

The vampire's hands wandered up over your arms to your shoulders. “I can't do right by you tonight, can I?”

“You could just let me keep working on my thing.”

A dramatic sigh and Astarion let his head fall forward and onto your shoulder. Then he let go of you and took a step back.

“Do you really want to keep working, dear?” he sounded sincere now and you suddenly felt true guilt as you looked at him. He stood there, arms crossed over his chest, eyes still awfully wide and shining.

But the urge to not keep business unfinished still had you in its claws.

After a few heartbeats you opened your lips to answer, but-

“Too bad, you're coming with me now, my love.” Astarion exclaimed and with rogue quickness grabbed your chair by the armrests to drag it away from the desk and turn it around to him. “You need your beauty sleep, I can't be seen walking around with a walking corpse!”

You squealed when you felt your body get yanked around so quickly while your tired brain was almost incapable of catching up. Thus you were almost confused when you had ended up on Astarion’s shoulder a moment later.

There was no energy left in your body to resist this infuriating man any longer so you just played the part of dead weight draped over his shoulder - since he had already coined you as such - and couldn't stop yourself from giggling.

“See, darling, I told you: you think I’m funny.”

“It's just sleep deprivation talking.”

“Ah, so you agree with that too.”

You resisted to answer him with something he would only twist around again to fit his agenda. Instead you just slapped his butt you had quite the delectable view of at the moment.

Astarion hissed and just slapped your behind in return. You only giggled more.

“I should have left you at your godsdamned desk, let you fall asleep right there to drool on the papers,” he murmured under his breath and ended it with something about how ungrateful you were while he threw open the bedroom door; your favourite drama queen.

Then he made quick work to get you off his shoulders with an exaggerated groan which you were sure wasn't fully acted.

As soon as your body hit your soft bed the last of your energy decided to evaporate into the aether. You were almost falling over if not for the vampire's quick reflexes catching your wrists.

With quick fingers and more snarky remarks you had no power to reply to anymore he undressed you to your underwear.

And with more overly dramatic groaning and a roll of his eyes since you provided absolutely no help did he turn you to lay down. He carefully placed your head on the pillows which you thanked him for with a dreamy sigh. Your eyes closed on your own. The blanket was thrown over you and more rustling told you that Astarion was quickly undressing as well.

When the mattress shifted under the vampire's weight as he got into bed next to you you barely even noticed it anymore.

With final efforts Astarion dragged you onto his chest. Your arms slung around him and your legs tangled with his automatically - you had done so hundreds if not thousands of times already.

“All this work just to get you where you belong,” Astarion whispered to you and clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he began rubbing lazy circles on your back. You only hummed contentedly as you felt your body relax fully into him and his touch.

Your last half-coherent thought as you drifted off to sleep was that, indeed, you had to agree with him on this one: you were right where you were supposed to be.

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Hi! Can I ask for bg3 men + Halsin, Rolan, Zevlor and Dammon reacting to Tav, who partially hides their face (be it a mask, glasses, veil or anything else), finally showing themselves?

yes Ofc gorgeous! Writing as if you cover your face with a full mask and finally take it off in a quiet moment together!

Astarion does a double take and can’t stop looking. Your face is so much more lovely than he ever thought it would be. You stare at him, nervous, as if suddenly realising what you’ve done - but he just smiles to cover how shocked he is and tells you, “well, darling, you kept me in suspense long enough…” and winks. The ease he gives you is immediate and you laugh, soft, and stay with him quietly by the campfire.

Gale has often wondered what you look like maskless, quietly summoning minor images when he’s alone to make guesses, build in magic what he sees in his mind. The truth is far more gorgeous. He waxes lyrical about how you rival every star in the sky, and will kiss you if you let him. He longs to know if your lips are as soft as he imagined. They’re better.

Wyll is a total gentleman and doesn’t comment until you bring it up. Maybe you ask a gentle, “what do you think?” and he can see how worried you are, how much courage this must have taken. He admires you so greatly. He gently threads his fingers through yours and tells you you’re the most perfect thing he’s ever seen - and you know he means every word.

Halsin takes your face in his hands, if you let him, and admires every inch of you. He remarks that nature did a wonderful job and he feels the way your cheeks heat up under his palms. He confesses that he’d love to see the sight of you without a mask every day, if you let him. You think maybe you wouldn’t mind.

Dammon is shocked when he sees you without a mask for the first time, bowled over and honoured that you trust him enough. He’d search for words to describe how wonderful you are but come up short because his tongue isn’t clever enough for all he wants to say, so instead he kisses you softly and sweetly. You never wear a mask to hide from his sight again.

Rolan is gobsmacked, and that’s a hard thing to make Rolan be. In fact he’s quiet for so long that you worry he doesn’t like it and you go to put the mask back on, but he snaps “no!” - when you stare at him in confusion you see how deep a red his cheeks have gone. “I mean… keep it off. If you want. Please…” You smile, and do.

Zevlor stares at you for a long time, so long you think maybe he doesn’t like what he sees. But then he whispers two words: “you’re perfect.” There is such sincerity in his eyes that you know he means it with his whole heart.