Ilithid Tav: Do you still love me?
Shadowheart: I'm willing to try, but...let's be discrete about it. Maybe put a bag over your head.
Lae'zel: I'm out. Later.
Wyll: Yes, but...let's stuff you in a corner somewhere. I'll visit when I can.
Halsin: ...Let's take it slow.
Karlach: To the hells and back. No, literally. Come to hell with me.
Astarion: Gods you're ugly. Are you even still you? I guess we can try it, but I'd rather be friends.
Minthara: Of course. I'm a freak in the sheets. Now let's go kill something.
Gale: PUBLIC WEDDING! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! NOTHING WILL KEEP US APART!
Art by: Varlfhanred
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Other races becoming mind flayers:
Meanwhile gnomes:
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Let's eat tadpoles together
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From this post I saw yesterday
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If my DND Characters were in Balder's Gate 3. Featuring Astarion.
Varussk may not be a Villain... But he's not good by any means.
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the desire to save Orpheus leaving my body the moment the Emperor manhandles my character with his cute psyonic powers
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And this person will refuse to eat brains because "they are nasty."
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self-insert Tav is Very Down to do the coolest possible transgenderification but is sad about their tattoos (its fine i think ilithids would be really great to tattoo honestly their skin is self lubricating)
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"Fear not my friend, I mean you no harm. I am not like other mind flayers."
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Meet Mycah, a deep-sea inspired mind flayer. I came up with the idea for him a while back thanks to BG3.
He is a "failed" mind flayer, in the sense that his ceremorphosis was flawed, leaving him incapable of being enthralled by the elder brain. His psionic abilities are far weaker than most mind flayers, but in exchange he doesn't have to follow the grand design.
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In many ways I see the advantages of being like this. I can fly, I can speak to any creature in the language of the mind... But I fear for my very soul...
I was, and I suppose still am, still a man of my old faith. The gods came to me in a time when I needed them - and my clerical service did not go unnoticed.
Where now I hear the voices of all mortal beings, I once heard the voices of gods. The world is filled with so many songs, but... Ever since I became this - the gods' voices have been eerily silent.
I sometimes worry if I've somehow angered them... Angered them with a condition beyond my own control. Are they silent because they cannot reach me, or because they refuse to?
No matter. A cure will be found someday, I hope... I pray.
-Mycah, to one of his companions.
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