#Baldurs Gate Spoilers

[incoherentchanting]

my favourite part of baldurs gate so far is the stardew valley grandpa showing up to eat cheese in your camp and tell gale that his ex gf wants him to kill himself

[lemonzestywrites]

astarion’s “i’ve almost forgotten how much color there is in the world” line is so infinitely more heartbreaking when you realize he’s an elf- which means by dnd/baldurs gate rules he has darkvision

darkvision, which allows certain character races to see in the dark but only in shades of gray

this man quite literally has been living almost 200 years in complete colorless darkness or at the very least with a very limited visualization and only just now is able to see a full spectrum of color….

[basketobread]

no comic for today, just my greatest girl with even greater ambitions

[starkspi]

[fourraccoonsinacoat]

Rolan: You know, if you ever get tired of adventuring, you could always come work at Sorcerous Sundries.

Durge: I don't think retail is the right career for me. My rancid blood desires nothing more than to reap death on this world. I am a vile soul, broken beyond repair.

Rolan: Sounds like an average Tuesday around here... We do have an annual employee picnic, though.

Durge: Does that help to soothe the unyielding rage within?

Rolan: *Sad sigh.* No.

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BG3 Incorrect Quotes Masterlist.

[thread-theocracy]

(BG3 ACT 2 SPOILERS)

Karlach idle dance glitch moment

[hawkmothdiemotte]

Her new hair is really growing on me (I’m in act three now :))

It just feels weird having her and Astorian in my party, especially cause my character has white hair as well 💀 but she looks very cute and is taking back her own life <33

[redundantz]

Jumpscare of my life

[margonite-seer]

This might be one of the most heartbreaking Astarion moments in the entire game.

If you play Dark Urge, eventually, in late Act 3, Tav gets to try to get rid of the urges for good, or, embrace them further. There is a possible outcome where neither of these happen: instead, Tav becomes an outcast cursed to be a murder beast forever, never to be able to get rid of the hunger.

Non-Ascended Astarion's reaction to it is... well... My heart broke in a million pieces, let's say. Because of Neil's amazing acting, as usual, I felt like listening to the conversation is a must. That's why I had to attach the video, too.

But these specific small moments are breaking me more than others.

The subtle but visible drop of his shoulders. He feels so sad and defeated for Tav.

...And this line? Definitely the most tragically poetic/romantic I've ever heard him.

He is so sure he will never love again after Tav, let alone find someone like them.

This has all but confirmed my personal headcanon that unless something tragic happens, Tav and Astarion will stay together for hundreds of years. EDIT:

It's actually so much worse in the ending of the game...

I finished the game on this save path (I'll never consider it canon for my lovely boys and I deleted it after I finished recording all dialogue paths) and the Urges overwhelm Tav the minute the tadpole is gone, but only after Astarion runs to hide from the sun.

Tav has to either stab themselves to death immediately (right in front of other companions) to not become a mindless murderer. If they take merely a moment to plan their future, whatever it is, they get possessed by Bhaal right at the docks. Red glowy eyes, "Orin's" dagger spawning in their hand out of nowhere, all sanity and will gone. And them walking into the city with the dagger in hand is how the game ends.

Tav and Astarion never get their last day together. Astarion running away from the sun is the last time they see each other. No last goodbye, no last celebration, not even an hour of victory bliss and peace.

In the video above, Astarion sounds like he hopes to have at least a few months with Tav, maybe. At least a few days of enjoying the complete freedom together.

In the end, he never got any time with them.

[bara-izu]

The party does a little arson, as a treat.

[feyspeaker]

catharsis this scene really impacted me a lot, and I feel so blessed to be able to play this game. (still not quite done yet, but this scene keeps echoing in my head)

[magerightsmagefights]

Yes Gortash tadpoling his parents to force their love is tragic, I’m of the Gortash Nation so love a good tragedy, but it’s also deeply, bizarrely funny?

Cause our man escaped the House of Hope at 18 and went straight back to Baldur’s Gate, started leading the cult of Bane and quickly became friends (or more) with the Chosen of Bhaal, so, like, he definitely could have killed or tortured his parents. They were literally right there, no protection, hadn’t moved or changed situation at all. For YEARS. Gortash is just seething at them for actual decades, doing nothing, with a whole Bhaalspawn hanging out next to him going “Uhh you ok there buddy? I can kill your parents nbd, get their bodies to you tonight. Torture em if you can wait to tomorrow.”

And Gortash just, “No, death isn’t enough. I must physically puppeteer them into saying they love me and what a perfect son I am.”

Durge: “… Ok. Uh. A little weird but who the fuck am I to judge.”

Gortash getting his hands on his first two tadpoles and going “Oh boy oh boy, time to give myself the WORST therapy.”

How did he make the saddest choice so goddamn funny. Sir, you are an entire slaver and arms dealer. Do you think he stops by now and then so they can be “happy to see him.” Does he make his mom make him cookies. Like sir what are you doing?

[cheekylittlepupp]

Blaming Astarion for what happened with Alfira

I’m so sorry king but this is hilarious, you get hit with 5 disapproval btw

[basketobread]

this is similar to my first ever lunara comic except now it's lae'zel because i always laugh at how quick she is to just be like "i want to TASTE you. i WANT you." and lunara just gets jumpscared by random things the girls say to her and just stares at them with her big eyeballs LMAO (tho i REALLY wish camp poly was allowed... LUNARA WANTS HER POLYCULE WITH THE GIRLS!!!)

[lowrifaberart]

Trying to revive this account so here’re LOADS of Gales for you! ✨

[bakuliwrites]

As Astarion regains his autonomy, he learns to love all the things his body can do, both for others and for himself.

His elegant hands work needle and thread with ease. He's embroidered nearly every article of clothing he owns. And maybe if you ask nicely, he'll add some much needed embellishment to yours, too.

Can't open that locked chest? Don't worry, darling, he's on it. His nimble fingers make quick work of it. He plays it off as no big deal, but secretly likes it when you praise him for his efforts. Or, he makes a gigantic deal of your praise in the most obnoxious way possible, but deep down, he truly does appreciate it.

His silver tongue can draw from you the most sumptuous moans and the sweetest blushes, but also the most jubilant of laughter. He prides himself on his quick wit and is delighted when you provide him with the sustenance of banter.

He's lithe and swift. He can dodge volleys of arrows fired at him, deftly roll out of harms way, or dexterously slip from the grasp of his captors. He's a master with a dagger and bow. Watch him take down foes, left and right. He's strong. He can lift boxes, crates, barrels, you name it. Need help lifting something? Astarion can certainly assist (but not without some amount of whining).

His voice can be soft and sultry, like when he's reading poetry to you under flickering candlelight. It can be strong and commanding when he's defending himself or you. Firm when he needs to advocate for himself. You remind him to always advocate for himself, a notion he's only recently started to take to heart.

His eyes are keen. They can see in the shadows with utmost precision. He's observant, something he's had to be in order to survive. His excellent eyesight has come in handy many a time over the course of your journey.

He likes that his nose can pick up the scent of blood from a mile away. He likes how precise his sense of smell is when it comes to differentiating blood. He likes that his ears can pick up the faintest sounds. Centuries of living in darkness, of having to sneak about have helped him hone his senses.

He likes the way he can feel delightful tingles coursing through his veins when you run your fingers through his fine, silver hair. He likes the way the fine strands of snowy white curl over his forehead, tickle his skin when a breeze lifts them.

He likes the way you describe him. It's been so long since he's seen himself in a mirror, but your verbal (or literal) illustrations of him will suffice. He's edges and angles. Paleness, crimson, and silver. Ethereal. He's pretty and he knows it, but sometimes, the reassurance is much appreciated. Much needed.

Astarion likes that he can bring you pleasure. He likes that he can feel pleasure all his own when he's with you. He doesn't have to use his body to ensure his own safety. To guarantee that you won't harm or betray him. He likes that you don't ask him to do anything he doesn't want to.

Astarion loves his body. He loves how strong it is. How swift, how fragile, how durable it is. He loves how hard it works for him. Astarion's body is his and his alone, and he loves this.