#Baldurs Gate III

[cleomigadon]

Raven isn’t a good man. He never was. The monster in him didn’t die, it just learned how to kneel for her.

Shadowheart became his compass, his conscience, his borrowed heart. And maybe he feels like a fraud because of it. Maybe he thinks he was only pretending.

But Shadowheart isn’t naïve, she knows. She sees the beast inside him. What moves her is that he still chooses not to give in to it.

All she knows is that he tried. And he died for it.

Ex-Deus Machina is coming. Don’t worry old Withers will bring him back.

He was real wasn‘t he?

[lostinpacifictimez]

noo don’t make me get a job i need to focus on bg3

[bloody-kissezz]

Moon maidens grace

[moonselune]

Heyyyy, so I'm into really stranger things rn, whoops, but what about the companions reacting to a super buff gn!Tav who is holding back some big enemy, like one of the minotaurs or a steel watcher or something, with their bare hands to give the companions time to escape? If you've seen stranger things, then it's the scene from season 3 with the spider monster and Billy in Starcourt mall that I'm inspired by lol. Whether or not Tav dies is up to you, I just think it'd be interesting

heyyyyy nonnie, so I actually have not watched it but my friend is so she helped me with this one for the vibe, so if its not right we blame her (affectionately)

BG3 Party | Go

The Steel Watcher’s footsteps were like the aftershocks of some long-dead god's wrath.

Each one cracked through the brittle bones of the ruined temple, shaking the shattered pillars and raining stone dust from above like gray snow. The ceiling was a jagged wound torn open to the blood-red dusk, the sky roiling with smoke and arcane afterburn. The Watcher shoved its titanic form through the arched corridor, claws ripping into ancient stone, casting molten sparks that hissed as they hit your skin.

Wyll was bleeding, one hand pressed to his ribs, gritting his teeth to keep from groaning. Shadowheart was beside him, her limp worsening with every step, but she didn’t let go of him. Gale’s robes were singed, magic fizzling in his palms as panic made his usually methodical hands tremble. Lae’zel growled low, spitting blood to the ground and shifting into a fighter’s stance—despite the gash along her flank still seeping crimson. Karlach had taken a blow meant for Astarion, and now the vampire spawn was half-dragging her toward the breach in the rubble that led out—muttering every curse he knew and probably inventing a few more.

There was no time. Not with that thing charging. Not with the ceiling threatening collapse. Not with the way your friends were barely standing. And there was only one of you left upright between the Steel Watcher and the companions you loved like family.

You took a step forward.

“Go.” Your voice cracked like thunder across the chaos, cutting through groans and coughing and the whine of bent metal like a divine command.

They didn’t listen.

Of course they didn’t.

“No—absolutely not!” Shadowheart snapped, panic painted over her features. “We stay together!”

“Tav, don’t be a fool!” Gale shouted, and despite the fear in his voice, it still carried that sharp, academic scolding tone. “There’s no tactical advantage in martyrdom!”

“You will not die while I still draw breath!” Lae’zel snarled, teeth bared like a cornered beast. “Stand aside, I will strike it down myself if I must!”

“I just got these ribs fixed, Tav!” Karlach groaned from the floor. “You are not going out without me.”

Astarion’s voice rang clear over the bickering, laced with fury. “You absolute meat-headed idiot! You can’t punch a Steel Watcher to death!”

Then the Steel Watcher screeched. The sound was like a war horn forged in the depths of the Nine Hells. A claw the size of a wagon wheel arced down toward you with enough force to level a building—

And you caught it.

You caught it. With your bare hands.

The impact split the stone under your boots, your knees buckled for a moment—but you didn’t fall. Every muscle in your body screamed, tendons taut like drawn bowstrings. Sparks burst along your forearms as magic surged unbidden through you, skin burning with the contact of raw steel and searing heat.

But you held.

You held.

A gasp echoed behind you.

“You’re insane,” Gale breathed, his voice raw with disbelief.

“GO!” you roared, voice cracking like a whip. “Get out of here!”

“I will not leave you!” Lae’zel shouted, charging forward—but Karlach, of all people, snagged her arm and yanked her back.

“No,” Karlach hissed, voice tight with pain. “No. We have to go. They’re buying us time.”

Lae’zel screamed in rage.

“You’re a beautiful dumbass,” Karlach croaked. “I hate that this is working.”

“Get them out, Karlach,” you grunted, feet sinking a half inch deeper into the stone with every second. “That’s an order.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Astarion shouted. “You don’t get to die and leave us with her!” He gestured to Lae’zel, who snarled. “We’ll kill each other!”

Wyll’s voice finally broke through it all—hoarse, barely a whisper: “We’ll come back. I swear to you, we’ll come back for you.” His eyes were glassy. “Just—please. Don’t die while I’m not looking.”

You didn’t reply. Couldn’t. Your hands were blistering from the heat. The Watcher reeled back, preparing another strike. You dug your boots in, every vein in your body bulging as you forced it back an inch—just enough to shield the escape path behind you.

And then—finally—they ran.

Lae’zel had to be dragged, her screaming replaced by an eerie, guttural growl. Astarion practically carried Karlach. Gale tossed one last orb of protective shielding over you. Shadowheart looked back three times. Wyll didn't look back at all—his jaw set like stone, his hands white-knuckled at his sides.

You caught a last glimpse of their retreating silhouettes, disappearing into the fractured light, vanishing beyond the smoke and ash-choked exit.

And for one small second—

You smiled. It wasn’t pride. It wasn’t even courage. It was peace. Peace in knowing they’d live. That maybe this was your part to play.

The Watcher roared again. You squared your shoulders. Blood ran into your eye from a split brow, the air thick with the scent of ozone and your own burning skin. You looked up at the steel titan that dwarfed you. Met its glowing eyes with your own.

“Let’s dance,” you murmured.

Its claw came down again, and the temple lit up in a final, blinding blast of red light—

And then—

Silence.

Outside the ruins, the companions collapsed in a heap beyond the rubble, panting, bleeding, staring at the collapsed temple behind them.

“Tav…” Wyll whispered.

“Don’t,” Shadowheart murmured.

“I should have stayed,” Lae’zel hissed.

“You’d be dead,” Karlach rasped. “We all would be.”

Something fluttered down from the smoke.

A single piece of charred cloth. A feather, scorched around the edges. A dented coin once tied to your belt. Gale knelt and picked it up with shaking hands. Astarion turned away, shoulders stiff.

“I’m going back,” Wyll said suddenly. “Tonight. As soon as I can stand.”

“No,” Karlach replied, still staring at the ruins. “We’re going back.”

They didn’t know if you were alive. If you were buried beneath the rubble or standing in the heart of a crater, laughing like a lunatic. But they’d come for you.

Whatever was left.

Because that was the kind of person you were—the kind of love you gave.Unbreakable. Immovable.

Even when the world itself tried to crush you.

this was so fun to write and a nice break from the world. I will give you guys a heads up and say my inbox is a mess things are deleting itself then reappearing, messages are coming in multiples of five, it is basically on fire, so please be patient with me. Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this, love you all! - Seluney xox

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[skatik]

more studies with astarion!!

[dilfsinlove]

naughty party members get put in the Get Along shirt

[shivawalkerart]

"I like her. She looks like she could throw me over her shoulder and carry me to safety,should the need arise."

[speremint]

I still haven't finished BG3, lol, but I think about Wyll on the daily 🫶

[iicaru2]

astarion’s character development is incredible to me because of the sheer amount of detail and accuracy. he doesn’t change entirely as a person after he kills cazador— he mentions himself that he keeps thinking about it, even though it’s all over. which makes sense, since 200+ years of trauma isn’t going to go away after a night.

but after killing cazador, and giving up ascension, he’s so much lighter. the usual harshness he has in his tone of voice is dulled, if not entirely absent in certain dialogues. he still has a long way to go in terms of healing, but he’s finally secure enough to start that process. he’s still him, but a weight has been taken off his shoulders, so he’s finally able to live without constant hyper-vigilance, looking over his shoulder for danger.

even the way that he refers to cazador changes: in almost every instance prior to completing his personal quest, he speaks cazador’s name with hatred. viciously. afterwards, he says his name like it’s just that. a name. someone that’s gone, and inconsequential, who can’t hurt him anymore.

i think my favorite callback is that, in the conversation you have with him after long resting, whether you romanced him or not, he thanks you for talking him out of it. now that he’s out of that hell, he’s able to see just how much continuing down that pattern of abuse would have changed and ruined him. specifically, the last line he says is “this is a gift, you know. thank you - i won’t forget it.” which is the exact same line he says after you allow him to drink your blood way back in act one.

as someone with ptsd and some pretty specific trauma, astarion means quite a lot to me as a character, so i’ll always admire just how much love was put into the way he grows over the course of the game. and, of course, this is a huge reason i can never bring myself to ascend him. he’s easily earned a spot amongst my favorite fictional characters ever and i cannot stress enough how glad i am that a story like his exists.

[kmnoarts]

When your party is allergic to covering up their midriffs…

Back again but with BG3 sketches, ft. my Dark Urge.

[precious-little-bhaalbabe]

Owlbear Cub: “You smell very delicious, but I will not bite you, because you are my friend :>”

My good Durge, crying: “He’s just like me fr. He’s everything I strive to be.”

[loulouhattie]

🔥🔥🔥Careful soldier. If I burn any hotter, I might explode 🔥🔥🔥

mother sorry mother sorry mama k sorry mama k 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

3.5 hrs in procreate

ref is Xinia (link below)

[naomistares]

dame aylin the woman that you are....

dame aylin..? more like daammmnnn aylin 😻

[thetinyscald-blog]

she do be hitting that yoinky sploinky

[panksage]

I’ve made my own version of this meme for all the durges out there celebrating Pride.

[cheesy-cryptid]

I love themmm ( pt. 1 | pt. 2)