#THE VISUALS ARE CHEF’S KISS

[faragonart]

We interrupt this program to bring you...

Echo

[starrymarii]

Wake da wind baby

[inchidentalmeowmeow]

lestappen parallels feat. skyfall

the predestined and the inevitable

[asuuree]

looking forward to octopia!

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

You know what I love? Flavour text on my items!

So here's some BG3 flavour text I found for Aylin's, Isobel's, and Ketheric's items, many of which are not lootable in-game - and some of which the characters themselves aren't seen wearing. I've had this lying around for a while, but now the toolset has given me a simple way to pluck out some neat "loot" visuals to go with the words. I'm going to list their names as they appear in the files, as well as include the non-unique descriptions some of them have (when they simply inherited from the template of another item of an appropriate type).

Aylin

Nightsong's Armour

Nightsong's armour is evocative of her personality - prickly, hardy, and about as agreeable as a clenched fist.

Nightsong Helmet

The Dame's resentment and anger toward Ketheric cannot be overstated. Still, her dreams rove sweeter corners, beyond the cruel hardwood floors of vengeance, the rooms of pain and discipline. Hers is a complex house, a house of the heart.

Nightsong Boots

Scratched in places, scorched in others, and worn thin at the heel, these boots bear the indelible marks of experience. (Metallic Boots default text)

Nightsong Gloves

Made from steel hammered thin, these gauntlets are a fine investment for any warrior. (Metallic Gloves default text)

Isobel

Moon Devotion Robe

A memory from her childhood: a warm bed. Through the cracked window, she could see the moonlight cupping the plums in the tree as if in silver hands. The name of the goddess Selûne came to her, and never left.

Isobel's Boots

Isobel's boots are haphazardly repaired, and have a humble snug fit for the wearer, snug as strong faith in the chest of a religious devotee.

Jhannyl's Gloves

(Left image is Isobel's actual visible gloves which don't have a "loot" equivalent, right is the visual for the ones that she actually has in her inventory)

Divine runes accentuate the finger pads. While not a religious sect, the Harpers do not demand the occlusion of religion in their members.

Isobel Headwear

She prayed for words and received silence. She prayed for intimacy and slept alone. She prayed for fruit and ate charcoal. She prayed for death and wanted to live. Then she grew older, and received things she'd wanted. Still she prayed.

Isobel's Circlet

Provides its wearer a touch of elegance but no additional protection. (Circlet default text)

Ketheric

Reaper's Embrace

Heavy steel bones and teeth enclose the armour's chest and neck like a grotesque exoskeleton that both swallows and protects the wearer.

Ketheric Circlet

Grants the wearer an austere presence, but no magical benefit. (Circlet default text)

Ketheric Circlet B

In his youth, Ketheric Thorm has the same puzzled, ever-curious brow belonging to any kid. Lamentable, that the brow this circlet adorned warped with tragedy and a sick determination over time.

Ketheric's Boots

Scratched in places, scorched in others, and worn thin at the heel, these boots bear the indelible marks of experience. (Metallic Boots default text)

Ketheric's Gloves

Not linked to any description and no "loot" visual I could find, but they're neat and have more little skeletons on them, so here they are.

Ketheric Cloak

Woven of heavy wool, this cloak is solid of make if somewhat stiff to wear. (Cloak default text)

Ketheric's Shield

In the theatre of dreams, Ketheric killed his wife every night. That wasn't how things happened... but always upon waking, he would glare into the dark, long-faced and solemn, and he would think: 'I keep you alive with my memories, beloved. I kill you with what I've become.'

Ketheric's Warhammer

This hammer's weight is centred on enchanted obsidian at the base of the head. Some nights before bed, Ketheric would sneak a whey-faced glance at the hammer, and think about the stone, and wonder what unknown facet of his heart bore his weight.

[whathorselegs]

Chuuya being alone in the rain, his world nothing but cold, dark isolation. He has no where to go, no one to belong to. The rain beats down on him until all he can do is curl up on the ground. He can't get up. He can't go on.

VS

The Sheep offering Chuuya shelter from the rain, his world shrinking down to the size of their umbrellas. He can stay there as long as he stays close to them and no one else, so long as he accepts what little room they made for him and never asks for more.

VS

Chuuya standing alone in the rain that Dazai seemingly called upon him again, looking down and seeing Dazai in his own reflection. Because Dazai never promised him shelter, Dazai threw him back into the harsh realities of the world again. But he's there, he'll always be there, whether Chuuya wanted it or not. He's tied to Dazai.

[echofades]

Everything fades. Nothing lasts. We’re just a snake eating its own tail. BEEF (2023)

[cultdowntown]

Sydney and Carmy from late June

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers Trailer | Kant x Bison (Cat & Mouse Cut)

[need1etail]

Just finished the graphic novel, 0/10 Bluestar didn't tell Rusty his balls were gonna be chopped off.

[homoeroticgrappling]

I'll be honest I'm still thinking about Uno and Darby and how they mirrored each other perfectly with Uno's mask and Darby's paint even down to the colour palette

[shortbreadly]

this may be one of my favourite scenes in the entire show

[finelythreadedsky]

oh to know if/how the earthquake in the bacchae was staged...

[wreckedandpolemic]

I need that old, rich man to be put through the horrors of his toddler twin daughters doing his make up/hair/nails

this is sooo cute im squealing… one of them coming to you with one of those tacky claire’s eyeshadow palettes and a bag of hair accessories like i wanna give dada a makeover, and you grin so wide it hurts like i think that’s a great idea, baby. i think you’d both be a little scared of arming your three year olds with nail polish, so you entrust that to a five-year-old alanis, who has a little more control over her fine motor skills. matty looks fucking scared, all four of his girls approaching him with matching grins and glitter in their hands.

but he indulges them in everything, so he doesn’t resist when they pounce; fiona takes a fistful of his hair and he winces, gently taking her wrist and murmuring gentle hands, fi, remember? alanis grabs one of his hands, holding up two bottles of nail polish. pink or green, dad? he pretends to think hard before settling on pink, her little tongue poking out as she unscrews the cap and sets to work.

when vera approaches him with an eyeshadow palette, matty looks up at you in fear, the idea of his three-year-old waving a stick near his eyes frankly terrifying. so you take her hand to guide her, reminding her gentle, okay, darling? we don’t want to hurt dada, do we? the three of them work on him excitedly until alanis bossily declares we’re finished, he’s pretty now, and you have to fight to contain your laughter. matty’s hair is filled with heart-shaped clips and sparkly bows, sticking up at every angle, his eyelids splotched silver and purple with waxy, hot-pink lipstick decorating his mouth and nose. obviously, you take approximately a million pictures, the babas smiling proudly at their creation, matty hanging his head with a laugh.

he’s still brushing glitter out of his hair a week later <3

[racewinnerlandonorris]

12 cars lapped, 22.896 gap to 2nd place, fastest lap on the last lap, we are so in the fight for the championship

[chevs-and-spiders]

highkey crushing on mizu tho