#Baldur’s Gate 3 narrator
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It took us three whole hours to figure out why we found her voice so familiar.
#Glittancy#Yasmin#Hades#Hades game#Hades 2#Baldur’s Gate 3#Baldur’s Gate 3 narrator#voice acting#bg3#bg3 narrator
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RIP Bing Bong ❤️🔥
#in case y’all missed the eulogy Milly gave after the live dnd bg3 game#bg3#baldur’s gate 3 high rollers#baldur’s gate 3 narrator#amelia tyler#bing bong the imp
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I will always hear this in my head now
(source: x)
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It’s always an interesting journey to get to be someone else for a little while. Absolutely wild.
#karlach#bg3#baldurs gate 3#autumn ivy#autumnivy#cosplayer#the bone collector#narrator#actor#costumer#amazon#alternative#cosplay
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Quite often, I'm sad that Larian canned the original idea of letting origin characters narrate their story and choices. It gave such a nice flavor to their personal stories and their emotions during every encounter.
For instance, upon encountering a wounded illithid who tried to mind control them:
Astarion already fucking hates this thing - he growls as he describes it, he seethes. And then he almost sobs, when the mindflayer tries to force him to think he deserved to be whipped and flayed for resisting it. And it makes perfect sense for him to react like that -- not only does he hate any intrusion into his mind, but also, the mindflayer found his trigger and made him feel miserable.
Meanwhile, Shadowheart, in the same scene, sounds a lot more collected, and observant, detached even when the mindflayer pushes into her mind. Sharite training pays off - she has probably been prepared for such attacks and is ready to endure what it takes to fulfill her mission. She needs to keep her focus and press on.
Will is straight-up poetic. He doesn't narrate; he tells a story he is immersed in (and wants to get you immersed too). He doesn't hate the dying mindflayer -- he has no reason to, it's dying all the same. He is taken aback by the compulsion attempt, clearly processing the emotions the creature tries to drag him through, but he is still in control, clearly understanding what it's trying to do. And of course, he would be in control - he is an experienced monster hunter, he dealt with all kinds of creatures. He knows a mental attack when he sees one.
Oh, and Gale, Gale just brings that classy "stranded in another world log" vibe. He is one of those sci-fi protagonists who go through the horrors and wonders, but always narrate them in the calmest of voices because they can't afford losing focus and losing their cool. Of course, Gale is also sympathetic, and curious, and melancholic at times, but it's all contained. I don't know if it was intentional, but his lines conveyed the feeling of isolation despite being surrounded by people.
Yes, Amelia Tyler is perfect, but I feel like BG3 origin character playthroughs suffer from the same effect that Divinity: Original Sin 2 origin stories did -- aside from a couple of details, more personalized interactions, and a bit more insights related to personal quests, they blend together with custom character behavior a lot.
Narration by VAs would have added such a nice personal touch to every choice and decision - not to mention compensated for the lack of voiced dialogues.
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#astarion#gale of waterdeep#wyll ravengard#shadowheart#don't mind me i'm always tad salty about origin playthrough#but i'd kill for a kalrach voiceover tbh. it has to be fire#also didn't include lae'zel because i didn't find her narration#seriously who would say no to HOURS of listening to theo or neil or devora
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my sister's tav and her evil gang (bunnyheart, catstarion, and... catminthy?) because. yeah
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#tav#shadowheart#astarion#minthara#oc: viivi @artharakka#feels a bit like cheating to tag the characters after drawing them as these critters but lol. it's them <3#you know in your heart this is them. you accept it in your heart#*narrator voice*
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The cast of Baldur's Gate 3 are so freaking hot!!
(And this is apparently the first time they've all been in a room together.)
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 cast#devora wilde#lae'zel#jennifer english#shadowheart#neil newbon#karlach#samantha beart#bg3 wyll#wyll#theo solomon#gale of waterdeep#tim downie#bg3 narrator#amelia tyler#wyll ravengard
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Marks and Rec: Misc #2596
Astarion did not check for traps. (Dialogue from Camp Camp.)
(Yeah so I can't stop watching the Astarion's Actor Plays Baldur's Gate 3 vids, oops.)
#incorrect quotes#neil newbon#amelia tyler#tom de ville#bg3#baldur's gate 3#astarion#the narrator#marks and rec misc#source: camp camp#vid: astarion's actor plays baldur's gate 3 - part 3#shorts vid: 3..2..1..takeoff
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The Guardian probably looks the same way 😂
#baldurs gate 3#bg 3#baldur's gate#baldur's gate iii#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 memes#bg3 astarion#bg3 gale#shadowheart bg3#baldur's gate tav#bg3 tav#tav#lae'zel#bg3 karlach#bg3 wyll#bg3 narrator#artists on tumblr#digital art#halsin bg3
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BG3 Companion Actors Playthroughs Compilation Post
Wanted to put all these in a convenient place for people to find, since I’m having a great time watching all of these.
Devora Wilde - Lae’zel of Creche K’liir ⚔️
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Playing: Dev’zel of Crèche Lon’don (Githyanki Fighter Bard)
Stream Partners: Grace (Tech Help/Combat Guide/Minimap Reader)
• YouTube • Twitch • Playlist •
Neil Newbon - Astarion Ancunín 🩸
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Playing: Bow’ee (Half-Elf Druid)
Stream Partners: Tom de Ville (Asra Tauriel - Tiefling Paladin), Assorted Guests
• YouTube • Twitch • Playlist •
Samantha Béart - Karlach Cliffgate ❤️🔥
Playing: Karlach Origin Run
• YouTube • Twitch • Playlist •
Jennifer English - Shadowheart 🖤
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Playing: Jennevere (Elf Sorcerer)
Stream Partners: Aliona Baranova (Girlfriend, Corinna the Squirrel, Ver Rismol - Gnome Bard)
• YouTube • Twitch • Playlist •
Theo Solomon - Wyll Ravenguard, Blade of Frontiers 🗡
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Playing: Theodore (Human Monk)
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EDIT! Thanks to the lovely people in the replies and reblogs, let’s expand the post! (Yes they’re not all companions but shhh it’s the cast it counts)
Amelia Tyler - The Narrator 📜
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Playing: Violet Alabaster (Half-Elf Ranger Dark Urge)
Stream Partners: Jay Britton (Partner, Lucius Alabaster - Human Rogue)
• YouTube • Twitch • Playlist •
Tracy Wiles - Jaheira the High Harper 🌳
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*Recording of the first stream was lost
Playing: Janya (Human Bard)
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Tamaryn Payne - Mizora 😈
*VODs of previous sessions not available
Playing: Tamaryn (Half-Elf Druid)
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#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate 3#video masterpost#baldur's gate iii#bg3#baldur’s gate 3#babblestar#baldur’s gate iii#baldurs gate#bgiii#devora wilde plays bg3#devora wilde#theo solomon#jennifer english#neil newbon#samantha beart#lae'zel#karlach#astarion#shadowheart#wyll ravengard#bg3 voice actors#baldurs gate tav#bg3 narrator
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Mark me as yours
This takes place immediately after and is interlinked with 'Missionary with the lights off' but from Astarion's rather than Tav's POV - check it out if you haven't already, the fics complement each other.
Soft sassy Astarion, F!Tav, Gale, minor appearances by other origin characters, Astarion POV
Fluff, humour, banter, pining, non-explicit sexual references
A day in camp in the life of Astarion. Features brooding, sewing, doing laundry, being dramatic, engaging in improper use of archmage of Waterdeep, reading erotica, and more!
Approx. 2,000 words
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You frowned at the stuffed bear you held in your hands, weighing up your desire to showcase your skills against the absurdity of the task at hand.
The whole thing was coming apart and needed to be washed and restuffed if you were to do this properly. What was inside, anyway? Fur..? You supposed you could go hunt something furry. Or maybe save yourself the time and just give Scratch a quick partial shave, he wouldn’t mind – the mutt lying at your feet was stupid enough to like you. To prefer you over anyone else, in fact.
You reached down to give him a fond, absentminded pet.
And then there was the matter of not letting it burn to a crisp the moment Karlach touched it.
“Is there a flame ward enchantment on this..? Can you reapply it?” you asked Gale, who was nearby at his usual spot by the fire, concocting something edible for the rest of your group.
“There is and I sure can,” he replied.
Great. You had gotten yourself into a group project with the wizard to rescue a teddy bear.
“Don’t tell me this is what Wyll was so concerned about earlier...” Tav had finally made it out of your tent and sat down next to you, looking somewhat less disheveled than how you’d left her.
“The bag of holding finally tore. Naturally I was the only one competent enough to fix it.”
You gestured with your thumb towards a towering pile of assorted crap that Wyll and Lae’zel were still sifting through: Lae’zel inspecting and setting aside any weapons and armour she deemed worth keeping, and Wyll sorting through an array of scrolls and potions no one was ever going to use, or would forget were in your possession if the need for them ever did arise.
“Darling, this is your fault, you know,” you added. “Must you pick up everything?”
“Karlach made me do it. Also I don’t know what you’re talking about, I am prudence and sensibility personified,” she said.
“You’re uh... You’re also bleeding,” Gale said, pointing at her neck.
A trail of blood had started running down from the puncture wounds, which must have reopened.
Shit.
Before you could reason yourself out of it, your instincts kicked in and you pressed your mouth against her neck, licking the blood off. By the gods, she actually leaned into you as you did that, not away. You glimpsed a guilty, sheepish smile she threw at Gale, as you pulled away.
“Idiot... Here, apply pressure, I’ll get the amulet,” you said.
“I’m the idiot?! You’re the one who ran off to resolve a sewing emergency, like a good little seamstress, before sorting me out!”
You strode over to your tent, in part to grab the amulet of Silvanus, in part to discreetly tuck away the erection that had immediately started developing as soon as you tasted her blood.
Hells, am I 239 or 15? you thought, annoyed with yourself.
“An amulet? I was wondering why you’d stopped visiting me in the mornings...” you heard from Shadowheart.
“We have a system,” Tav replied.
“Clearly,” laughed Shadowheart.
A scene from the night sprung up in your mind as you went about your day:
She’d fallen asleep on your shoulder, half lying on you, her nose buried in your neck.
It was... nice. Really nice. And you didn’t think this bizarre scenario would ever happen again.
And yet, pleasant as it was, she still felt too far. You needed to feel her closer. Perhaps you were being greedy, but after all these years, why should you get anything less than exactly what you wanted?
Carefully, very carefully lest she stir awake and leave, you rolled over onto your side, holding her against you.
She was still asleep. Good...
You cautiously slipped lower and lower until your head was at her chest, delicately wrapping your arms around her torso.
Then she stirred.
Shit.
Without waking, she sighed, drawing you into a tight embrace, clutching you against her chest, complete with throwing a leg over your hips to pull you even closer.
You finally relaxed, your arms wrapped around her waist.
Perfect...
She felt so warm... She smelled of comfort.
You could indulge in this for the night. You would wake up before she did anyway.
You drifted away, lulled by the beating of her heart.
You didn’t have any nightmares that night.
“Is your boyfriend coming?” you heard Karlach somewhere in the distance.
You cringed at the juvenile term. Still, you were curious how she would answer.
“He’s on laundry duty,” she responded. “Just us gals today.”
“So your idea of doing washing is to pawn everything off to me,” said Gale.
“Vampires and running water, remember,” you said. “Also you don’t look like you’re exerting an awfully large amount of effort yourself... Although I must admit, this is ingenious.” A little flattery wouldn’t hurt.
Gale sat at a riverbank at a deeper section of the river. Some sheets and clothing were being tossed and spun in a small bubbling whirlpool within the water, together with foaming slivers of soap.
“Surely few archmages possess such finesse and creativity?” you continued.
Gale sighed and motioned for you to throw your bundle in as well, expanding the whirlpool.
“Just toss your shirt in too, it's splattered with blood,” Gale added wearily.
Her scent lingered on it. The last thing you wanted was to wash it off.
You pulled the shirt over your head and hurled it into the whirlpool.
“Not Tav’s creative nailwork, I presume..?” Gale asked with a wince, looking at your back.
“Nope” was all you said, as you pulled a book out from your pocket, making yourself comfortable on the bank. To his credit, the wizard did not probe further.
‘Mark me as yours’
Those words had been echoing in your mind over and over all day.
It couldn’t have meant anything.
A little expression of some vampire fetishism finally poking through – you shouldn’t have expected any different from her, she did offer you her blood consistently, not even asking for anything in return.
Still, you’d felt like something inside you might burst from your desire and thrill when you heard those words.
And then everything that followed after...
You had actually lost yourself for a short while. Not dissociated and detached. Lost yourself. In bliss. In the scent of her skin, in the sounds of her need for you, in the sensation of her blood merging with yours and flowing through your veins.
And now she was walking around somewhere, with telltale bitemarks on her neck for all the world to see. Scandalous...
No, it couldn’t have meant anything.
‘Mark me as yours’
Still... What a pleasant little fantasy...
‘Yours’
“You’ve been smiling at that page for ten minutes straight now,” Gale’s voice snapped you out of your musings.
“It’s my favourite page,” you retorted.
“What’s it about?” he asked snidely after a short pause.
“I have no idea,” you confessed, begrudgingly, snapping the book shut. If the wizard knew what was best for him, he would abstain from any further comments.
“She’s quite fond of you,” Gale said sombrely after another pause.
“Is this about to turn into one of those ‘You break her heart – I'll break your face’ talks?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.
“Oh gods no,” Gale laughed. "No, I would go straight to incineration... You just strike me as the type that needs to have the obvious spelled out for them.”
“I am not entering this type of discourse with someone who’s presently washing my spend off my bed sheets,” you said, laying back and shutting your eyes, to bask in the sun. No answer followed.
Not even a minute had passed when a shadow fell over you.
Odd, you thought. There hadn’t been a single cloud in the sky.
You opened your eyes to see a giant water bubble hovering a few meters above you. Was that... a bedsheet floating in the middle..?
Worth it, you thought just as the undulating bubble spilt and crashed over you.
You coughed and spat, trying to untangle yourself from the sheet, as the unleashed torrent nearly swept you off the bank. And yet, above all else, you found yourself curious.
The water had no longer been running as part of the river, true, but given its sheer volume and the velocity at which it hit you, it should have hurt more than merely your pride.
You made it to the edge of the bank, and cautiously dipped a finger in.
Nothing...
You proceeded to submerge your hand, then your entire forearm, to your elbow.
Nothing.
Of all things... Why this? Why not your reflection? Why not the blood craving? Oh well. Beggars, choosers...
You were laughing.
“This tadpole,” you turned and shouted at Gale, unabashedly stripping yourself of your pants, as Gale turned away, muttering something about going blind, “is the best thing that’s happened to me in centuries!”
The best? Maybe second best? It had some tight competition, but you supposed nothing would have been possible without it, so it reigned supreme.
You leaped into the river, diving and letting the gentle current carry you downstream for a while.
You knew what you would be doing later that evening with her.
“What have you got there?”
She slid onto your lap like a cat that refused to take ‘no’ for an answer as it sought attention. You had been idling away your time by your tent, with some pulp you had picked up earlier. The rest of the group had been drinking and roasting something at the campfire.
“Trash. Disappointingly boring trash, this time,” you answered.
“No pulsating flesh tunnels in this one?”
“Alas... There were not one but two mentions of ‘velvet-wrapped steel’ however, and plenty of ‘sword-sheathing’.”
“To the hilt?”
“Is there any other way?”
“Wouldn’t want to sheathe it only partially, I suppose...” she mused. “Come join us. We found some half-decent wine. And you don’t have to be alone all the time, you know.”
“Spare me, I’ve had enough of Gale’s lectures and Wyll’s tales for the day. And besides, ugh, all those chewing noises!” You made a gagging sound.
None of them want me there.
“Oh don’t be such a delicate princess,” she rolled her eyes. “How’s this: it’s our joint meal time. It would be rude and completely unfair to exclude anyone. You should sit down with everyone, bite down on my wrist and make a great deal of slurping.”
“You can’t be serious.”
Delightful. Simply delightful.
“It will be funny!”
“I fear you might be the only one laughing, darling.”
That is hilarious, I can just imagine Gale squealing or getting sick.
“Is there anyone else you’d care to make laugh?” she asked with a slight upturn of her lips.
Not in the least.
“I could die again knowing I have accomplished something if I ever make Lae’zel laugh. But perish the thought – I am perfectly happy right here with my literature.”
“Well, if you don’t want to join the group, perhaps I will stay and you can...” She snatched the book from your hands and tossed it aside, leaning in and bringing her lips up to your ear. “...Release your kraken in my field of rose petals,” she purred in a sultry voice.
“Stop,” you choked back a snicker.
“Get tangled up in my beef curtains?” she continued with the same tone.
“You’re disgusting.”
“Sink your meat shaft in my cream tart!” she persevered.
“By the gods, woman, I am never having sex with your again.”
“Suckle the nectar from my weeping core!”
“Alright, fine, I’ll go, anything is better than this.” You got up, pushing her off your lap.
“Taste my forbidden, oozing fruit, Astarion!” she cried out from the ground behind you as you covered your ears and shouted “LALALALA”, making your way towards the campfire.
You would endure the prattle of your companions.
Then you would take her for a moonlit swim in the river.
Then you would see if she might spend the whole night in your arms again.
Perhaps she could sleep in your shirt and leave her scent on it again – it was foolish to sleep completely in the nude out in the wild after all, what if there were intruders?
Everything was going according to plan, you reminded yourself.
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Next in series - Down by the river
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Tags: @littleenglishfangirl @something-pithy @darlingxdragon @tallymonster @tragedybunny
Also @spacebarbarianweird - you haven't asked for a tag but sounded interested
#astarion#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 fanfic#astarion fanfiction#astarion x tav#astarion romance#astarion x reader#astarion POV#gale dekarios#bloodweave more like beefwave#archmage of waterdeep as a washing machine#the narrator may be somewhat unreliable#reflections on author's own inventory management
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imagine being loved by me x
#the song has her name in it which means it's about them#hozier said the narrator of the song is like: I’m only using this language to distract from the fact that I’m trying to seduce you here#for fear that you find out how I’m imagining you#and i think that's so act 1 astarion romance scene of him#bg3#astarion#baldur's gate 3#eurydice teurimil#hemoakglobin#astarion ancunin#bg3 astarion#astarion x tav#mine
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"Oh, love...I'm merely waiting until you're happy."
Yeah listen man, this crossover is a thing now because dreamstat can't stop spitting bangers and this line's been haunting me for a week.
#baldur's gate 3#astarion#wyll#wyll ravengard#wyllstarion#bloodblade#bloodpact#i mean. AA and monster hunter wyll who's still bound to mizora?? who feels obligated to kill astarion out of guilt of letting him ascend#and also because of the danger he poses to Baldur's Gate#but oops now the fucker (who is totally dead btw and never coming back guys trust me) haunts him as a manifestation of guilt??#god the things i' would write if i could actually put words together coherently enough to resemble narration. UGH#anyway i'm normal#fanart#m'art#sketch#iwtv spoilers#just in case#others' art
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Shifting shape can include the desire for betterment by discovering parts of yourself in creativity.
#autumn ivy#autumnivy#cosplayer#the bone collector#narrator#actor#costumer#amazon#alternative#cosplay#karlach#bg3#baldurs gate 3
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#neil newbon#dave jones#borislav slavov#amelia tyler#andrew wincott#tracy wiles#swen vincke#larian studios#S: twitter#nobigneil#keep it neil#baldurs gate 3#bg3#baldur's gate#Astarion#jaheira#Halsin#raphael#bg3 narrator
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His eyes are pools of shadow with torchlight gleaming at their dark shores. When he looks at you, cool water sluices into your lungs. Here, drowning is sweet. Here, you forget yourself, and you desperately breathe in more.
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3edit#enver gortash#lord enver gortash#type: gifs#game: baldur's gate 3#ch: enver gortash#mine: edits#[ narrator voice ] if he's a tyrant - why is he so fucking cute?
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