#it's the baldur's gate connection
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"aftersome adj. astonished to think back on the bizarre sequence of accidents that brought you to where you are today — which makes your long and winding path feel fated from the start, yet so unlikely as to be virtually impossible." for Thaliaaaa perhaps?
Okay, listen. This one is weird, but maybe I'm planning a Dragon Age/Curse of Strahd crossover and sometimes you just wanna smush two blorbos from two different pieces of media together and see what they do. Like introducing cats.
For @dadrunkwriting
WC: 1202
Metrion belongs to the incredible Curse of Strahd: Twice Bitten podcast which, as far as I can tell, has absolutely no fanfic to its name. Until now I guess 🤷♀️
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“Sit, and we can make you presentable, yeah?”
Thalia sits. The cottage is ramshackle and abandoned, one of many in this desolate Nevarran backwoods, the misty, wild place known as Barovia.
“If he knows you by the tattoo,” the man says, “we can take away the tattoo, easy peasy.”
He’s a strange man, the one whose company she has found herself in. Young like her, she thinks, with tan skin and dark hair. He used an affected posh accent she saw through right away, which he has since dropped. What remains — a cockney reminiscent of Free Marcher peasants, is more authentic. He speaks in a nervous mumble almost always. There are times she thinks him selfish — when they fought wolves together on the road he dove for the bushes and shot timidly with a crossbow — but others, like now, she detects a hint of what could be compassion.
“Did you always want to be a magician?” Thalia asks, eying the array of stage makeup he sets out on a rotting table.
He shrugs, not looking at her. “You do what you’re good at, right?”
“I suppose.” Thalia chews her lip. “But what I do and what you do seem a little different. I could never just travel around, doing magic tricks for entertainment.”
Metrion smirks. “Why not? Cause you’re a highborn lady?” The posh accent is back, mocking her own inflection. He reaches out, takes her chin. “Here, look this way, love.”
His fingers are long and thin, hands covered by black gloves that must be needed in this constant damp chill. She frowns at an odd patch of magenta poking out between sleeve and glove on his wrist. Thalia is forced to look away, staring deep into his unsettling yellow eyes.
“It’s not that,” she says as he scrutinizes her complexion. “In my neck of the woods, real mages weren’t allowed to roam free at all.”
“You sayin’ I’m not a real mage?” Metrion shoots back, feigning hurt.
Thalia tries not to roll her eyes. “You’re an actor, that’s clear as day.”
“Can it only be one or the other?” A twitchy smile. He has long incisors; one is inlaid with gold and seems to wink at her in the dim light.
“Are you inviting me to join your act?” Thalia asks playfully.
“Yeah. Definitely. We can be Metrion the Magnificent and Thalia the— the—”
“Thrilling?” she supplies.
“Yeah. I like that.” He frowns at his makeup kit. “Right. You’re paler’n me, so I’m gonna have to do some blending, but I should be able to manage it. Gonna need you to hold real still, though.”
Apprehension threads through Thalia. She remembers the day, many years ago, she had to sit very still for another man, one who had needles and ink instead of sponges and pigment. “—Won’t hurt you,” Metrion adds quickly, as if sensing her discomfort. “I’m a real pro with this stuff, I promise.”
“Yes. Of course.” Thalia shifts in her seat, wringing her hands. Her palms begin to sweat. She thinks of the long series of bizarre events that led her to this moment, in the hands of someone who should, by all accounts, be a charlatan. Yet the touches on her cheekbone and brow are light and practiced, and against her will she relaxes.
“It’s quite a piece of art, this ink,” he murmurs, perhaps to put her further at ease, but Thalia only tenses. He blinks. “Sorry. Meant it as a compliment.”
“I know,” Thalia breathes. “It’s not you.”
“I’m a bit of an amateur tattooist myself, but ah, never did nothing like this.”
With each swipe of his sponge, Thalia imagines the tattoo disappearing from her face, leaving her right eye unmarred for the first time in a decade. “I didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter.”
Metrion’s hand freezes. “Seriously?”
“I mentioned that in my neck of the woods, mages couldn’t just roam free.” She chews her lip. “We were confined to a place called a Circle of Magi. This was the security measure in mine, to make sure we didn’t escape.”
“Shit.” A long silence. “You really ought to come to the Sword Coast, we don’t have nothing like that there.”
Thalia lets out a slow breath. “It’s all right. Things have changed there, somewhat. Mages have more freedom now, though there’s always reminders of the old ways.”
“Yeah. I get that.” Metrion continues dabbing and swiping at her face, brow furrowed with a troubled line between them. “And I know a thing or two, about things done to you against your will.”
“Do you?” Thalia says skeptically. “You don’t… strike me as a man who would stick around for that sort of punishment.” She pauses. “No offense.”
Metrion bows his head over the makeup kit, eyes obscured by the hair falling into his face. Peeking out from the headband he wears are wisps of hair that shine white in the torchlight. He’s awfully young to be going grey, she thinks, but then again, she can’t speak to the life he’s lived, no more so than he can for her.
“’S that a polite way of calling me a coward?” The hurt in his voice, this time, is real.
Thalia tries to protest, but he cuts her off. “No, no, maybe you’re right, a little bit. Or a lot. I dunno. Fuck. I never wanted to be in this place. It’ll wear you down, break you, faster’n you can run. We been told the devil knows our every move, that it’s all a game to him. That we’ll stay alive as long as we keep things interesting. But I dunno if painting your face would make much of a difference in the long run, if he’s got an eye on ya.”
Metrion sounds mournful, apologetic, as if trying to break bad news as gently as he can. Thalia reaches out, with a pang of sympathy, and touches his elbow through his long overcoat. He freezes, dares to meet her gaze only briefly before averting it again.
“He must have a weakness,” Thalia says. “Everyone does.” How can she explain to him that she once stood down a man who would be god? What’s one more vampiric tyrant, in the face of someone like Corypheus?
“Dunno about him,” Metrion mumbles, sighing.
“Still,” Thalia insists, trying to smile, “I appreciate that you’re trying.”
“Yeah. Yeah. ’S all we can do, I guess, in the long run. Lie down and die, or try to live.” He shakes his head as if to clear it and snaps shut his makeup kit. “On that cheery note — you’re all set, love.”
“Thank you,” Thalia says softly. “Have you got a looking glass I can borrow? I’m… curious.”
He gives her a small hand mirror caked with layers of dust and pigment. Thalia squints past it, to the pallid face beyond. Her cheeks look gaunter than she remembers, her eyes a ghostly blue. But the tattoo has vanished as if it never existed, and she turns her face this way and that in wonder.
“Maybe you are a real magician after all,” she whispers, and he looks at her with eyes so raw she worries he might cry.
#thalia trevelyan#metrion the magnificent#dragon age drunk writing circle#curse of strahd: twice bitten#curse of strahd au#i'm 16 episodes in and I would die for Metrion ok (I would die for them all but especially him)#it's criminal how obscure this podcast is i HAD TO TRY WRITING SOMETHING#thedas and the forgotten realms can totally be in the same universe right#it's the baldur's gate connection#the sword coast is the western coast of thedas no one knows about#barovia is in nevarra#no i won't be taking questions at this time
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Imagine Gale as a talented and impressive young man, able to compose the Weave at will, skilled in a way that few can match, and favored by the Goddess of Magic herself. Imagine that because of these accomplishments, he’s caught the eye of a few up-and-coming magic adepts, and he falls in love with one of them—his first real love. Gale isn’t one to toss the ‘L’ word around lightly, so when he tells them he loves them, he means it; he gives himself over to them completely.
And in return, they love him for his potential. For his status. For the magic he can command. They love the wizard they see on the surface, but not the man underneath. They are attracted to his power, but not to him.
So of course the relationship fails, after the thrill of his magic wears off. But because Gale is a resilient young man and he’s caught the eye of so many, he soon falls in love with another.
And then it happens again. And again.
And each time Gale’s heart is ravaged, his ambition to become a better wizard grows, because he’s being shown time and time again that his magic ability is all that matters.
So much so that, by the time Mystra decides to elevate him from Favored to Chosen to Lover, he welcomes her with eager, desperate arms. Because if all his worth is in his magic, and that’s all he has to offer, and that’s all anyone wants from him, who better to love him than the Goddess of Magic herself?
Except…there’s a nagging voice in the back of his head that whispers she doesn’t really love him. There’s anxiety in his heart as time passes, and he reaches both the limit of what his talents can do and what Mystra will allow him to do. And most troubling of all: a growing panic that, just like his other lovers, she will soon grow tired of him and discard him if he can’t improve his magic any further.
He tries pouting, and pleading, and begging her to let him take more power, to let him be more for her, but she refuses. Smiles patronizingly. Tells him to be patient. But Gale can’t be patient when his power is tied so closely to his self-worth; he can’t be patient when doing so in the past has only ever lead to heartache.
So he does what he believes will be a Grand Romantic Gesture, one that will finally put him on equal footing with the woman he loves. Instead, it turns out to be a folly that dooms him and destroys his talents. And just as he’d always feared, Mystra tosses him aside the moment his magical gifts are gone—because what’s left of him holds no value for her.
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Imagine Gale in his tower, alone, afraid, the ever-hungry orb in his chest, with only his tressym there to help him. No other friends to speak of. His colleagues forced to keep away for their own safety. His magical talents utterly stripped down, so that even when he does try and distract himself with illusions, he’s bitterly reminded of what he used to be capable of. Waking every morning wondering if it will be his last, ending every day full of loneliness and disappointment.
…and then he meets Tav.
At the lowest point in his life, at his most vulnerable, when he knows he’s going to be considered a burden, he meets this stranger and their group. So he does what he can to be useful—assigning himself to be camp cook, offering up his (now meager) magic skills, turning the charm up to 11—as he desperately hopes this will somehow work out. He’s pleasantly surprised when, after providing only minor details of his condition, Tav agrees to help him. He’s even more surprised when they actually follow through.
Imagine how Gale feels as Tav treats him kindly. As he grows to trust Tav, and then grows to like them. Imagine his surprise as he opens up and shows them more and more of himself, and they don’t turn him away.
But then his condition worsens. And he has to reveal everything: the foolish mistakes he’s made, and how dangerous he is as a result. He clings to Tav’s hand as he shows them his folly. He’s at their mercy now, and he knows this might be the last time he’ll ever feel the touch of another being, if they decide—and Gods, why wouldn’t they decide?—to cast him out.
…but they don’t. They don’t. Instead, they tell him to stay.
Imagine the relief Gale feels. The gratitude. And perhaps…just a hint of something more. Something that he dare not name, but that flares to life every time he thinks of how warm their hand was in his. Something that feels dangerously close to jealousy, when he’s had too much to drink and sees Tav smiling at another…
But he knows these are all foolish thoughts, because he has nothing to offer Tav. They are wonderful just as they are, but he…he is an empty shell of a man, a discarded husk of a wizard, and while they might tolerate him, he could never believe they might actually want him.
And besides, he still thinks of Mystra. He still longs for Mystra. She who cast him out, but to whom he still feels tethered. Sometimes he needs to cocoon himself in the weave, just to try and calm his fears and bring some joy back to his life, because magic is his life. And sometimes he just needs to see her face, even though that hurts as much as it heals.
One night he’s lost in thought, having conjured Mysta’s image after settling down at camp. Thinking that even if she hadn’t ‘loved’ him—certainly not in the way he’d loved her—she’d given him enough otherwise, hadn’t she? She’d amused him and been amused by him, they’d shared countless pleasures, why hadn’t he been satisfied with that?
Gale is so lost in thought he doesn’t realize Tav has come up behind him. Until they ask a question, startling him out of his trance. He’s a bit shaken, so he tries to turn the conversation from Mystra to the weave itself. And then a wonderful idea occurs to him, something that he’d been toying with already: what if they were to conjure the weave together?
He can show Tav how important magic is to him, let them experience what he does, perhaps even impress them a bit. But most importantly, share a moment with them. As friends would do…
He’s elated when Tav agrees. He leads them through the steps effortlessly, and they’re a surprisingly good student, following his instructions correctly (if a bit clumsily). He’s as excited as they are—perhaps even more so!—when they succeed in channeling the weave.
It’s such a pleasant, familiar feeling for him, like coming home to his tower in Waterdeep. Even as the weave connects him with Tav and makes them one, he’s easily able to hide his innermost thoughts, because he’s done it so many times before.
…but he’s forgotten that Tav has not.
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Imagine Gale knowing every romantic partner he ever had only wanted him because of how he could raise their status, or how he could amuse them, or how he could command magic for them. And, each time, he was happy to oblige them, even desperate to oblige them, because if that was the price of their love, then he was sure it would be worth it.
But it still all came to nothing.
Now imagine Gale connected in an intimate way with someone he likes very, very much—while being what he considers his lowest, most worthless, and most humbled self. As far from the powerful, impressive wizard he once was as he could ever be. And suddenly a vision enters his mind from the lovely creature standing next to him. Only, to his complete and utter shock, it isn’t one where he is providing them with a service, or wowing them with his magical ability, or granting them some kind of power from one of the spells he commands.
Instead, when he sees their desire laid bare before him, it’s a vision of kissing him. Of holding his hand. The two most basic forms of affection and physical connection. The two things that he would still be able to offer them even if every last ounce of his remaining magical abilities were stripped from him. The two things he could share with them even if he was no longer Gale of Waterdeep, and just plain old Gale Dekarios instead.
Imagine the embarrassment and trepidation he feels at first, because surely he is mistaken?…and then the elation when he realizes that he is not. So much elation that his concentration is broken, the weave dissipating as he forgets about channeling it, as he forgets about Mystra. Because all that matters to him now is the image before him—the most pleasant and welcome image he’s seen in a very, very long time.
Imagine how that would feel…and how besotted, enamored and completely devoted he’d be to Tav afterwards. To know that someone finally—finally—just wants him.
Just imagine.
#Please enjoy this huge dissertation about Gale#(which was unintentional)#I originally wanted to talk briefly—BRIEFLY—about why the weave scene is so important to him#And then I….kept writing lol#Please also note that while this focuses on successfully channeling the weave I also LOVE the talk you have with him if you ‘failed’ it!#The same themes apply there because when you tell Gale you still think about being alone together he replies that he hopes to embrace you#It’s all about Gale finally finding someone who appreciates him just as he is and being able to connect with them#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#baldur's gate 3#gale x tav#bg3
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i feel like i'm fighting for my fucking life here
#ultrakill#hollow knight#risk of rain 2#baldur's gate 3#there are absolutely more out there these are just the primary ones from games *i* play#it's totally fine to hc other pronouns tho like it's very obvious when it's just queer ppl having fun#i'm talking abt the ppl who default to he/him pronouns when referring to nonhuman characters#it's always he/him too . like what's up with that#i am an any pronouns user but it/its are my favourites#and i dunno Feelsweird when it/its is pretty adamantly used for characters ingame and ppl just throw it aside#'oh but it/its pronouns are dehumanising' that's the POINT !!!!! grrr#i like it/its because it makes me feel LESS human . i connect with these characters because they are inhuman and monstrous fundamentally#. you know#this is all in good fun btw i'm not that serious about this#just felt like it needed to be pointed out
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minthara's dating profile 🩸🗡️
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#i saw this floating around on twatter and had to share it here bc it's genuinely hilarious#less hilarious is that she put more care into researching drow lore than larian lmao#i also love how her ad runs through waterdeep connections too#gale 🤝 minthara: hoping to find their s/o through waterdeep connections#minthara baenre#emma gregory#baldur's gate 3#bg3#baldurs gate 3#ch: minthara#vg: baldur's gate 3#series: baldur's gate#misc: video#actor: emma gregory
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(act i) that’s what you want, isn’t it? to lose yourself in me?
(act iii) i’ll be free. truly, completely free. isn’t that what you want?
(ascendant) i love you. that’s what you’ve been waiting to hear, isn’t it? that’s what you want?
(ascendant) that’s what you want, isn’t it? to be mine? forever?
(spawn) is that what you want? is this what you want?
#frankie posts#bg3 spoilers#astarion#bg3#astarion acunin#bg3: vid#hoo boy#i was cleaning up my camera roll and came across the spawn astarion ending#is that what you want? is this what you want? and i was like huh thats familiar#three edited videos later im like MOM HOLY FUCK kicks down door breaks windows OH MY GOD#astarion baldurs gate#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate astarion#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate iii#starry comp#i have a video thats almost exactly like this BUT without the spawn version bc i literally did not connect the dots until just now#olay goodnight friendos
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I was always befuddled how such a mindflayer can be so hard to trust while ultimately having simultaneous goals as the team. Then I finally saw their stats in the other timeline.
It all makes sense now.
I am forever bemused by this this lower-than-the-average-squid-charisma disaster of a mindflayer.
I can only surmise that when the Emperor said Stelmane was the face of their business-partnership, it was not only meant literally but charismatically as well. Squid buddy's got the brains, none of the suave. If Emps tried rebuilding the Knights of the Shield without another business buddy, it might've been a tad difficult if morals were concerned huah.
#bg3 spoilers#bg3#baldur's gate 3#the emperor bg3#astarion#greygold#squid greygold#bg3 fanart#bg3 comic#The irony is that Greygold is also officially a nose-prying harper so....(if I remember correctly in the game)#Emps is just gonna have to live with a nose-prying business partner with ✨connections✨#also I'm just realizing now that the 'authority' option was more like a tadpoled brainwashing mechanic#But for the sake of keeping the joke; lets call it a Netherbrain residue side-effect Emps is still recovering from the enthrallment#or claaaaassic moral decay intrusive thought#You ever just go 'I should not be allowed to have this much power over outfit designs' because -augh-#To frilled-high-collar or not to frilled-high-collar. THAT is the question.#(is cool; emps is probs chill with whatever Greygold makes)#Game epilogue be damned; Greygold can and will find their companions before the reunion party#Jokes on Astarion; Greygold fell for all their disaster companions charismatic catastrophe or not
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THE DEAD THREE
Baldur's Gate 3, 2023.
#don't mind me i'm THEORIZING on main#this might be super wildly off base!!! i might have them mixed around!!!#they might associate with/belong to all three!!!#i might laugh at this later BUT. this is my pepe silvia#baldur's gate#bg3edits#gamingedit#baldur's gate 3#ketheric thorm#enver gortash#orin the red#i know ketheric was a sharran but... HE'S GOT LOTS OF BONES ON HIS ARMOR HEAR ME OUT and he Changed™#dead three... three main villain... i've connected the dots#bg3 spoilers#my edit#btw this post brought to you by me and lauren gautiersylvain obsessing with each other lol
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Answer to twitter`s "if your tav/durge had to draw their party members, how would they draw them ?"
#they make memes with Shadowheart together#Astarion doesn't quite like how Crel`iir portrays him#so he doesnt look#Jaheira once riffled through it and said “Very pretty.” 🧝🏼#Minthara appreciates the mind of the author#but is not interested into art itself.#Lae`zel though...she sometimes “steals” the sketchbook when no one looks and sits with it for hours#but she would tell you that pffff#Oh and Gale... Its not like he's banned#but to his disappointment he finds portraits of himself only every 10 or so pages#so when he noticed Cre`liir sketching always shouts “DRAW ME THIS TIME”#And always has LOOOONG story connected to something in there#bg3#bg3 tav#bg3 durge#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate#nukbody sketch dump
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so we all know astarion was named after the minotaur of greek myth, who, despite widely known as the minotaur (“bull of minos”), was named astarion/asterion (“starry one”) by his mother at birth. asterion the minotaur was trapped in a labyrinth and cursed to devour virginal men and women thrown in there as sacrifices.
”The House of Asterion” is a 1947 short story by Argentine writer Jorge Luis Borges that retells the story of the minotaur from the minotaur’s point of view. it’s one of his best early short stories and it’s very short, only 3 pages long. you can read it here.
borges is in my top 3 favorite writers of all time, and “The House of Asterion” obviously deserves to be considered on its own merits, so i feel slightly irreverent connecting this text to a recent video game. but i reread this short story today and there was much to think about, there were many more seeds planted in my mind in terms of interpretations of the minotaur myth and how asterion the minotaur relates to the story of astarion the vampire. i think it will for you, too.
anyway. if you don’t click through and read it, please at least read how it ends, remembering, of course, that the speaker is asterion the minotaur:
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#baldur’s gate 3#astarion#bg3#bg3 meta#OPENLY TAGGING THIS. WHO CARES. CRY WITH ME.#maybe im the only person openly weeping abt this in *connection* to astarion bg#the story itself is more than enough to make you weep#god theres something about#I hope he will take me to a place with fewer galleries and fewer doors.#also like. obviously. tav as the redeemer.#‘will he be like me?’ (full of trembling hope) makes me think of durge tav ok shut up#the way ‘my loneliness no longer bothers me’ is so clearly not true from the rest of the pragraph#OKAY
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People thinking Gale is not the victim in his story with Mystra are just plain stupid. They are completely missing the entire game's singular theme, the one thing connecting all the main characters, the one word spoken by the Narrator repeatedly:
AUTHORITY
#LIKE THATS THE WHOLE POINT ALL THESE DIFFERENT PEOPLE AND THEIR CONNECTING POINT IS NOT HAVING AUTHORITY OVER THEIR OWN LIFE#bg3#twitch#twitch streamer#small streamer#streamer#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 spoilers#twitch stream#twitchtv#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios
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no it's fine this mind flayer is totally my friend and 100% honest with me all the time it's ok it likes me everything's so normal
#bg3 spoilers#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate 3#i love how raphael directly calls you out on this. 'if id have known you were so gullible i wouldve tricked you into selling your soul for#a bowl of beans when we first met'#and then just keeps insulting you more if you keep insisting emp's really your ally#oc: impulse#sure this'll go in their tag#everything about impulse's Thing with the emperor is so funny to me. and then deeply fucked up if you think about it long enough. and then#really funny again if you think about it even longer#one day i'll do their 2.0 playthrough so i can fully form all my thoughts. and get better screenshots and the ceremorphosis ending#i mean there's nothing stopping me from loading an impulse 1.0 save and going ceremorphosis from there but idk it'd feel wrong#impulse has more tadpoles in their brain than synapses by act 3 and it does really fundamentally change them as a person#tfw your chaotic neutral act-first-ask-questions-never no-impulse-control 17 CHA bestie becomes one of the most detached calculating people#you've ever met. all their old casual wit and humor is still there but they think before they speak now and that really shouldnt feel as#sinister as it does. they have this look in their eye and it feels like they view everyone around them as lesser beings#not because they view other people as subhuman or worse than they are but because they view themself as something *more*#if they have any raw unfiltered emotion left you haven't seen it in weeks. there's one person(?) who gets Unrestrained Feelings privileges#and it's the fucking illithid that lives in their mind and not any of their actual non-monster normal-ish-person friends. that human#connection is fading so fast now. when did they change so much? it happened so slowly in the moment but suddenly now they seem like they#were never the person you became friends with at all#and like impulse is a pretty selfish person from the start but they *did* genuinely like and care about the rest of the party. they were#friends. and by the end of act 3 that friendship should be the deepest and most meaningful it's ever been. but. it just isn't.#so on and so forth etc etc like that. All That Bullshit makes their relationship with lae'zel so interesting (and upsetting) too#they encourage her to side against vlaakith and then they never even try to free orpheus for her and her people's sake. they never even#think about it. they never consider it as an option. they just don't care. and then they EAT HIS BRAIN.#very possibly RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER.#and she's just left adrift. a rebel with no rebellion to lead and very little hope#i'm unwell.#ok i'm done this is a silly meme post. but god i have so many thoughts i have barely been keeping contained
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man who's never received real affection before is introduced to touch
#baldur's gate 3#bg3 tav#néphos#ocs#doodles#you spend your entire life avoiding connection and only using others for your own benefit#then one day you get a worm put in your brain. and something clicks. and you no longer have any idea why you were even doing that#(somewhere in baldur's gate someone's freaking out over their life's work being ruined)#(well. will be freaking out shortly)
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i beg your FUCKING pardon???????
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#enver gortash#dark urge#durge#YOU CAN SAY THIS??????????#SORRY???#durgetash#devnotes#dialogues#lines#text#tav#edit: it's confirmed you can only say this as tav-#but like. helsik knows what's up#further clarification:#if you're durge helsik recognises u & u don't need to lie about your connections with gortash#she already knows u were 'allies' ;)
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There has been a realization.
#cue 'ive connected the dots' 'You haven't connected shit'#I See It. okay.#gale and anders are the Exact same.#Johnny is a stretch. But I See Something There. not the same thing but#Dragon Age#da2#da2 anders#cyberpunk 2077#johnny silverhand#baldur's gate 3#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#my art#digital art#also I think the contast is off but I am high so. c'est la vie
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#gale dekarios#baldur's gate 3#going through my screenshots to make space and#i will never got over this scene#i also love the way the orb is lighting up here and it really shows that it connects to the veins under his eyes#otp: a soul that steels my own#ch: altonaufein#ch: gale dekarios#vg: baldur's gate 3#series: baldur's gate#edit: mybg3
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god i do still think it’s so interesting that most wizards (and even gale itself at times) talk about magic as though it’s an exact science, like, fantasy equivalent of being a STEM major, but during the weave scene gale explicitly compares it more to music and art and poetry, like!!
i know he has a thing for the dramatics but this is fascinating!!!
#makes me think abt that post (forgive me i doubt i could find it) talking about how like#gale’s been manipulating the weave since he was extremely young and has an innate magical ability#and also i’m like ? summoning the illusion/bed during the confession scene??? i didn’t put that in ur spellbook boy#gale’s magic seems much more malleable than most wizards#and sure it could have something to do with his connection to mystra#but so much funnier (and also very compelling) to me if gale was originally meant to be a sorcerer#the concrete spells and incantations aren’t strictly Necessary but they serve as a very useful conduit#which like 😭😭😭 IF YOU TOLD HIS ASS HES A SORCERER HE WOULD BE SO MADDDD#anyway <3 lawl#bg3#baldurs gate 3#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#mouse.txt
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