#baulder's gate

[volno]

Look me dead in the eyes and tell me that this wasn't exactly how the Emperor talks to you about it.

[smolgloves]

The Little Thief

Meet Thalia: A Tiefling Rogue who fell in love with Lae'zel while on her journey to be rid of the tadpole.

Summary: Lae'zel has to deal with her lover's tomfoolery.

Tw: mentions of death and crushing, some angst, sexual innuendos, and mishandling of a tiny.

"Did you have to steal from that trader?" Lae'zel lifted the tiny tiefling up by the tail. "Was being reduced to the size of a common field mouse worth taking the gold?"

Thalia let out a huff as she stared at her lover. Most would tremble if a giant Githyanki had dangled them hundreds of feet in the air, but Thalia could see the worry behind that fierce glare. She flashed Lae'zel a sly grin. "This is hardly the worst thing that has happened to me."

"Tsk'va, we were supposed to meet with Voss and Orpheus by dawn to discuss our next mission at the creche!" Her nose scrunched up. "I don't even have a place to put you when I dawn my armor."

Thalia let her pink eyes wander down to Lae'zel's toned body, the straps of her leather bra hugging her breasts. A blush heavily formed on her cheeks. “I could think of a few places to put me.”

Lae’zel lifted her up to be eye level with her. The scowl on her face only deepened. “I would break you.”

Thalia gave her a smirk. “Not a bad way to go.”

“Chk! Focus k’chakhi!” She spat out. “We must find a way to reverse this! Otherwise you would be of no use in battle.”

Numbness began to settle into the tip of her tail, the strain from holding her weight was taking its toll on her. The tiefling locked pleading eyes to her. “Lae'zel… can I not be held like a rat caught by Astarion anymore… I might lose my tail.”

She didn't utter a word, but Thalia could hear the softest of gasps before she set her down on her open palm, Thalia immediately grabbed her tail and rubbed it, feeling the prickly sensation fading away.

“Alright, now that I'm not dangling bait, we can figure this out.” She said with a chuckle.

“I should have been there!” Lae'zel growled, her long fingers slightly curled around Thalia's petite frame. “I would have sliced that scammer before he even had time to even think about hexing you!”

It was easy to brush off her predicament, being a rogue; Thalia usually didn't have issues hiding from people when she needed to, if anything, being this small could make sneaking off even easier! But seeing the concern in her lover's eyes made her realize how much stress she would be in. The constant fear of something going wrong, all it would take is one slip or one step and Thalia would be done for. Even the most vigilant warrior can slip up from time to time.

“Hey, it'll be okay.” She scooted closer to her thumb to rest her head on the pad, a callus brushed against her forehead but Thalia didn't mind. It served as a reminder that her partner spent years fighting. “We'll find a way out of this; we always do.”

“zhak vo’n’fynh duj.” Lae'zel softened upon hearing Thalia's words, she ran a nail through her dark hair. “We have faced challenges far greater than this, you are right.”

“There we go.” Thalia pressed soft kisses to the gith's thumb.

“Come, we must go to Voss and Orpheus. Perhaps they can help you with this little problem, until then, you will stay by my side while you're stuck in this fragile form.”

Thalia chuckled, while she may not fear this new perspective of the world, it was all the more comforting to know that Lae'zel was going to fight tooth and nail to make sure she was safe. “Lead the way, my love.”

[viablemess]

I made more. Follow the baulder's gate color palettes hashtag as I add to this.

[systemrecoded]

How could I not oblige to this request? The death grip this woman has on me.

[jinglestan]

Wet cat

he is a sad wet cat to me

[pikaglove]

Everytime my uncle sends me a conservative post on fb messenger, I respond with a bg3 meme because he's not going to understand it. Here are some I have sent so far:

He only responded to the goostarian one saying lol

[uselessbard1031]

How to Save Karlach

Me, Pulling Shadowheart and Astarion aside: Okay, so Wyll there is gonna go take Karlach to hell but it's fine, I have a plan. Me: Step one, Shadowheart you need to reach level 15. Shadowheart: Why do I--? Me: MY GIRLFRIEND IS IN LITERAL HELL RN WE ARE SPEED RUNNING THIS SO STFU. Me: Astarion, you're going to max out your stealth score. Astraion: Easily. Me: Okay now all we need is for Wyll to murder Karlach and cut out her engine. Shadowheart: ... Astraion: ... Me: ... Me, opening the player's handbook: True resurrection. An eighth level spell that requires 25,000 gold pieces worth of diamonds and a sprinkle of holy water. You touch a creature that has been dead for no longer than 200 years that died for any reason except old age. If the creature's soul is free and willing, the creature is restored to life with all its hit points. This spell closes all wounds, neutralizes any poison, cures all diseases, and lifts any curses affecting the creature when it died. This spell closes all wounds, neutralizes any poison, cures all diseases, and lifts any curses affecting the creature when it died. The spell REPLACES DAMAGED OR MISSING ORGANS and limbs. This spell can even provide a new body if the original no longer exists, in which case you must speak the creatures name. The creature then appears in an unoccupied space you choose within 10 feet of you. This spell is for clerics and druids. Me: So Astarion, we're robbing a diamond mine and Shadowheart you're farming exp. Shadowheart: That's never going to work. Me:... Me: HEY JAHEIRA COME OVER HERE FOR A SECOND I NEED HELP WITH A PROJECT!

[paimaniagalaxia]

Hugging him gives the best serotonin

[astralchicken]

This dingbat has my heart in a vice grip

[myosotisa]

Astarion - Baulder's Gate 3

[destinysquared]

Inks ONLY Illithid OC

Inks ONLY Drawing I've made for @Rashkahof their Illithid OC as they won second place on my FA raffle. Congrats!! Commission Prices/Info Here

[volno]

the fact that Githyanki is the least picked race for Tavs is a fucking crime, because they have some of the funniest dialogue choices available and my current run is unintentionally hilarious because of it. Here's some personal highlights from act one:

[smolgloves]

The Wizard and The Herbalist

Summary: Gale and Freya put their skills together for the perfect potion

Tw: mentions of crushing? Nothing too crazy, this is all fluff

I think I got it!” The wizard exclaimed as he paced around his tent with a book in hand. Curiosity had taken hold of Freya near the campfire, Gale was so engrossed in whatever he was reading that he was absentmindedly walking around for the past hour. She didn't dare go near him during his trance lest she wanted to get stepped on, he normally was more aware of the borrower's presence but after that one time involving the fish barrel… Pushing those thoughts aside, Freya ambled over to Gale.

“What are you on about?”

Gale smiled down at the borrower. “Ah Freya, I was just about to look for you.”

“I was near the campfire.” She giggled, then raised an eyebrow at him. “But tell me, why were you going to look for me?”

Gale knelt down on the terrain, stifling a groan along the way down and flipped the book over to Freya. She noticed the images of Sylvan stone and a Gauth eye. “I think I have found a way to make the size reduction spells more effective!”

Freya cocked an eyebrow. “Effective how?”

There was a joyful gleam in the wizard's eye. "I could reduce the height of one of our companions to a range closer to your height.”

She stared up at Gale with wide eyes. There wasn't many times others had shrunk down; if they needed to sneak into any place that required crawling through a crack in the wall, Freya was always the first to volunteer, but when they shrunk, they still towered over her. Freya only reached their knees, which was less daunting than the usual, but it still wasn't like talking to a borrower. She missed being able to talk to someone in the eyes without craning her neck or being able to wrap her arms around someone in a full embrace. As comforting as it can be to be held in a hand, physical contact was still so much different than before, she never would have realized how much she would miss the little things like that. “You're kidding.”

“Quite the contrary.” Gale pointed at the eye on the page. “The Gauth eye is said to make spells much more potent. So say we add ingredients that are used to make potions that deal with size shifting and I drink it….”

“Then you can do a more powerful reduction spell!” She beamed.

“Spot on.” His smile grew. “And I think I know of a little herbalist who could help me.”

“Then what are we waiting for? Let's get to it!”

~~~~

Back at home, Freya spent time in the greenhouse making potions and salves all day, but she never brewed anything beyond healing elixirs before. Skaars Hollow never had any type of ingredients that could let her experiment with doing anything as advanced as transmutation! Gale gathered the supplies and went to work grinding up the gauth eye and sylvan stone, while Freya oversaw the progress of it all, making sure the ingredients were mashed to perfection before they began the potion brewing.

At last, the potion was complete, it stood tall over the borrower, holding an orange liquid within. Freya stared at with wide eyes. “Do you think it's ready?”

“I believe we gave it enough time to settle.” Rubbing his chin, Gale tentatively grabbed the bottle and popped off the lid. “In a normal trial, one would run tests to make sure this was safe to drink… but I trust your expertise.”

Freya couldn't help the grin that stretched across her face. “You're the one who did the work.”

He smiled. “True, but your guidance was instrumental to the success of this.”

Despite the swelling pride growing in her, Freya couldn't help but shy away from the praise. “I think you should talk less and drink the potion.”

Gale laughed under his breath before pressing the bottle to his lips. The orange liquid disappeared down his gullet, no drop was left behind. Gale took a breath. “Not the worst potion I've drank, but the taste is left to be desired.”

“But did it work?” The anticipation in her voice was palpable.

“There's only one way to find out.” With a flick of the wrist, Gale's hand lit up, a pale blue light snaked down from his fingertips to his palm. He pressed his hand to his chest and with a smile, he uttered a phrase: “Diminue.”

Gale dwindled in size before Freya's very eyes, she watched as he disappeared beneath the table, normally a larger one would just reach a low table such as the one by the wizard's tent. Freya dashed to the edge and peered over it. There Gale was, waving up at her at tiny height, this needed to be seen up close! Freya undid her grappling hook and descended down to the rocky ground.

It almost felt like a dream walking up to Gale; a larger being now reduced to five inches. This should have been a work of fiction, but when she reached out with a shaky hand and brushed against his arm she realized just how real this was.

“Gale, you beautiful bastard, you did it!” The shrill joy could not be contained! Freya pulled him into an embrace.

“Well this certainly is more comfortable than staying on one's knees for an extended amount of time.” Gale said with a titter.

“Or constantly looking up.”

Gale pulled away, glancing around the world around them, his tent loomed over like a building, his books became towers, and rocks became boulders. “I must say, the world feels vastly different from your point of view.”

Freya raised a brow. “Care to elaborate?”

“Sometimes, this world feels small, like you could explore Faerun before your life is over.” Gale fixated past the sandy beach to the murky waters ahead, his brown eyes wide with wonder. “But at this height, I'm looking at a world I'm familiar with, and I'm coming to the realization that there is so much more to this world than I have ever known.”

“I'd agree with you, but I've only ever known this perspective of the world.” Freya stood beside Gale, his wonder had spread to her. “Maybe one day you could show me that side of the world.”

“It would be my honor.” A smirk spread across his face. “But first, I want to explore the campgrounds through your eyes.”

“But of course.” Freya began walking, motioning for him to follow her. She was accustomed to walking around this rocky terrain, stepping over pebbles that would have been missed by larger beings. If only Gale was as aware. He stepped onto some loose rubble and nearly stumbled into Freya. Immediately, he began to revert back to his normal height.

Freya gasped out, for a moment, she feared the wizard would fall into her but he fortunately braced himself, his arms on either side of her and his face a mere inches from the tiny lady.

“Gods, I'm terribly sorry, Freya.” Gale quickly sat up to give her some space. “It seems this spell requires more concentration than a normal reduce spell.”

Despite the near death experience, Freya couldn't help but laugh. The spell was short lived but there was hope. “I think we'll have to do a few more trials before we attempt that again.”

[viablemess]

So I recently started a Gale origin run. And what I did NOT expect was day 1, Tara the Tressym showing up saying "your beard looks like shit, gods there is no hope for you. You're mother and I are worried sick. You haven't eaten enough. And you're still single???" And now I'm playing just for her

[thenecroomnomnomicon]

Got the brain rot for sad sexy vampire man so bad.

[xenetala]

A fee more BG3 screenshots.