If you thought I wasn’t going to doodle the dad with the actual kids in the game, how dare. I just took this long to figure out a way I was content at drawin’ Mirkon’s hair…I wanted to do so much detail that would kill me… So take a few of the kid doodles I managed to be happy with.
I’ll never be able to start an evil route in the game all cause of these fuzz balls, anything happen to babies a murder rampage with trigger that would never end.
Arabella and Mirkon are my absolute favorite,screw the companions(just kiddinnnn,maybe). I got so happy when Arabella stayed around more,and the moment Mirkon gave me his little story I died and it never left my inventory. Dad mode, just immediately, so proud. AHHHHHHHHHHH
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Tiefling kids' horn headcannons
(Blame Dammon for this rare moment of baby fever and this comic.)
Horns don't emerge and break through the skin fully until around age two. The whole process is similar to teething, and it makes the little ones just as fussy and irritable.
A signal when it's about to start is the child starts to nussle and rub their forhead on anything and everything while grunting.
Do they cry in discomfort over this? Sometimes, yes, but most parents do all they can to soothe them. They use anything from numbing oils to cool compreses.
Some might start head butting things, mostly playfully too. This sometimes worrisome behavior usually goes away by age three once the irritated skin about their horns heals up and calms down.
If their horns are sharply pointed, and there is a high concern of potential injury to themselves, and/or more likely others, parent(s) may opt to file them to be a touch duller. Or if they can afford it, safety cap them. The caps can be made with a variety of materials, usually hollowed carved wood or bone, and wrapped with the utmost care to maintain their structural integrity and allow continued healthy horn growth.
These horn caps are often kept as mementos like humans will sometimes keep their child's first pair of shoes.
Their little horns need nearly daily care compared to adults and are more prone to infections about the base of them.
They also need to be taught to leave their horns alone or wash their hands first as it's dirty hands, which lead to these infections. If they can't behave themselves, parents may need to cap or wrap them until their child learns better self-control.
Sometimes, a child will chip a tip of one of their horns at some point. There is no large cause for alarm unless there is a crack that looks to be running down the base. The horns are carefully filled to match one another again. The chipped horn is wrapped and/or splinted sometimes for a week or so. This is usually in an overabundance of caution to give any cracks time to fully mend.
Any filling down is usually similar to the feel of filing down one's nails. It should not hurt but there can be a sensation of catching the quick if a horn is filled down too much. Larger chips may need more time to correct any imbalance because of this.
Sometimes, one horn can grow a little faster than the other. Although common, this can cause some anxiety in some parents. It can usually be easily corrected, with careful filling of the horn that's growing quicker.
Feel free to reblog and add some of your own ideas. Add some of them to your fics if you want too! <3
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Whelp, I'm now done for real this time. I swear every time I'm about to post I keep seeing more stuff to either add or change but now I have to tie my fingers and just let this be done as it is.
Again Rolan I love you but why did you just have to be so darn extra for with that shoulder piece??? Yes you look stunning in it but it also makes you a pain in the arse to draw too you know!!
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Baldur's Gate is not a small city, and there's never a shortage of kids running on its streets. Fighting, stealing, making a name for themselves. Creating their own crews and sticking to them, mostly.
That being said, if you grew up on the same streets, you probably crossed paths at least once. Even if you're unlikely to remember it...
When Karlach was talking about her childhood, I couldn't help but think: what are the chances that Vice, a street urchin from the same city and of approximately similar age, ever met her?
Wouldn't that be cute.
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BG3 fix request:
Karlach (and maybe Hector?) babysit the teifling kids so Bex and Danis/Alfira and Lakrissa/whoever their responsible adults are can take a day off?
(chaos and shenanigans not mandatory but probably unavoidable)
Thank you for the prooooompt! <3 This was fun to mess with. It ended up being about 50% shenanigans and 50% Hector/Karlach fluff because reasons. :P I hope you enjoy!
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Sky-High
Pairing: Karlach/Tav (Hector Carlisle), Karlach & Mattis
Characters: Karlach, Named Male Tav (Hector Carlisle), Mattis, Ide, Umi, Mirkon
Rating: G
Content Tags: Fluff, post-battle hurt/comfort, shenanigans, cute, funny, explosions
Word Count: 3.0k
Setting: End of Act 2, Moonrise Towers
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Summary:
Karlach and Hector, exhausted from the battles at Moonrise Towers, keep an eye on the tiefling kids in the aftermath and make a dramatic discovery.
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The door at the low base of Moonrise Towers creaks open with a rusty whine. Hector leans heavily against the doorframe and surveys the dock that lines the tower's east side, and his weary expression brightens as soon as he spots Karlach.
“There you are!” With visible effort, he levers himself upright again and limps slowly down the stairs towards her. “I was looking all over for you.”
“Hey, Soldier.” Karlach shakes herself out of her thoughts and looks up, a smile automatically sliding onto her lips as well. “Come to join the party?”
She's slumped on a battered crate, her back against the precarious stack of barrels behind her. Nearby, four of the young tiefling children -- Ide, Mirkon, and Umi, with Mattis of course leading the pack -- are clambering about on a battered boat tied to the pier. It's not much of a party, especially given she feels like a herd of rothe recently ran her over and took a shit while they were doing it, but it’s certainly more cheerful than the tower's corpse-strewn innards. The shadowy air is cut with the children’s soft laughter; after the bloody events of the day, the sound feels incongruous, dreamlike.
Brave little fuckers, she thinks with quiet admiration. No way they don't know all the terrible shit that went down here tonight. But they're still hanging on.
We're all still hanging on…
“A party, hm?” Hector comes to a halt next to her, resting a hand on her shoulder. His lips twitch with amusement at the sight of her four unexpected charges. “Actually, I was hoping to come collect you so we could go to bed.”
She clicks her tongue playfully, peering up at him with half-lidded eyes. “To bed? Saer Carlisle, are you trying to seduce me?”
“Am I-- oh. Ah, no.” He blushes, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wish. Tragically, I’m being entirely literal; I’m so exhausted I could fall over right here.”
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