#baulder's gate 3

[chronicroderick]

Gods yes

*bites ur scruff*

[full on twitter]

[featherwurm]

Thinking about the line below from Karlach - about the smell of fresh laundry reminding her of her mum, in context of just settling in at Elfsong. How's about getting a nice freshly laundered bedsheet for the first time in who knows how long and then dealing with the weird ways that grief creeps up on you and punches you in the throat goin'?

[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:

[cower-before-power]

As Mortals Do

Pairing: Gale X Fem Reader

Summary: As much as you enjoy being with Gale in the Weave, you love being with him just as he is more- aka All The Ways Mystra Missed Out

Warnings: Implied sex, very light grinding, mentions of oral (both on Gale and reader), I guess a smattering of angst?? But mostly soppy romantic, sexy fluff. MINORS STAY AWAY!

Word Count: approx 1300

A/N: I haven't written anything for ages but I'm obsessed with BG3 and Gale, just had a little idea and decided to jot it down. I hate hate hate Mystra, Gale deserves all the love and adoration just as he is, and this is me giving it to him haha. I'm not a Weave sex expert, nor do I know for sure if Gale and Mystra did it outside the Weave, but this is my fic and I'll do what I want!

Mystra is a fool, you think.

It’s not a new thought. You often find your mind turning to the goddess, and the depths of her raging stupidity. How she cast aside a man so full of love and devotion, a man whose heart bled worship and loyalty, a man who gives and gives and gives. A man like Gale Dekarios deserves to be loved as much as he loves, to be held near and never let go of.

Her loss is your gain, you think to yourself smugly, as you lay on your lover’s chest, the two of you basking in the sweet afterglow of your lovemaking. Gale is all yours now. His mind yours to delight in, his body yours to lose yourself in, his heart yours to cherish as the precious thing that it is.

You do not intend to replicate her mistakes.

“I can hear the gears in your brain turning, love,” Gale’s rich voice rumbles softly under your ear. “Spare a thought?”

You prop yourself up on an elbow, allowing yourself to drink deep of his satisfied visage before you answer. Gale is truly a vision after you’ve wrung pleasure from him, eyes aglow and face flushed, happiness exuding from every pore. You keep the image tucked close to your heart, a special treasure for you and you alone to revel in.

“I was just reflecting on the folly of your previous lover, darling. As I often do.”

Mystra’s name no longer brings pain to his dark eyes. Instead, he quirks a brow, no doubt curious as to the train of your thoughts.

“Oh? And in what way do you find fault in her this time?”

You brush your fingers along his cheek, his forehead, the slope of his nose. His skin is warm and slick with sweat. “I couldn’t help but think how foolish of her to never have you like this, in this mortal plane. She missed out greatly.”

Gale catches the hand tracing his face, bringing it to his mouth to kiss each of your fingertips. A shiver of delight skitters up your spine.

“How do you figure that?” He asks, lips moving to press more kisses to your palm, your wrist. You want to melt into his gentle devotion, but you have a point you wish to make. Gently, you prise your hand from his grasp, settling it over his beating heart.

You grin down at him. “Don’t mistake me, sex in the Weave is incredible. Every time you take me in there, I’m drowned in ecstasy. Our very souls meeting, entwining like that? It’s not something I ever thought I’d experience, and I’m thrilled I get to. With you.”

Gale smiles at that. “I’m glad to show you those delights, my love.”

“But,” you lean forward and press your lips to his quickly, gently. “as pleasurable as the Weave is, it skips a lot of my favourite parts.”

Gale’s mouth opens, no doubt to inquire what you mean, but you silence him with a firmer press of your lips.

“Your ethereal paramour did not have many glorious experiences, darling,” your breath mingles with his as your lips brush teasingly. “She did not get to feel the smoothness of your lips the graze of your beard against her skin as you kiss her. Or how it bites deliciously against her sensitive inner thighs.”

You nip his bottom lip softly, relishing in the hitch of his breath and the flutter of his lashes.

“She did not smell your scent, sandalwood and mulled wine and bound leather, and how it mixes with the musk of sex and passion into an elixir I wish I could bathe in.” To drive your point, you lower your face to rest in the crook of his neck, inhaling a generous lungful of said aroma. It sends a visible shudder right through you, and you feel yourself already wanting for your wizard again.

Your tongue sneaks out to lave a long stripe up the side of his neck. and the soft groan that tears from Gale’s throat makes your whole being positively ache with need.

“She did not taste your sweat, the salty tang of your spend. She did not feel the wonderful heaviness of you on her tongue, the little twitch right before you spill. Or see the way you look so thoroughly and splendidly debauched after I’m done with you.”

You climb atop him, hands braced on his chest as he grips your hips harshly. Gods above, he is a truly beautiful sight. You think you are the luckiest woman in all Faerun, to have such a man beneath you.

“She did not get to feel how warm you are inside her, how delicious it feels to be flooded with your seed. How connecting in that base, physical manner can feel just as wonderful as a merging of souls.”

To emphasize your words, you grind your hips against his, mewling softly at the feel of him growing between your thighs. Gale himself is practically panting, his sweet brown eyes nearly swallowed by dark lust, his own hips rutting up into yours mindlessly as he hangs on your every word.

You lean over him, chest to chest, face to face. Close as close can be, just the way you always want to be.

“She missed out on so much you have to offer,” you whisper, “and I’m not sorry for her. I’m greedy, all of this-intimacy, unconditional love, an equal partnership-with you is mine and mine alone.”

Gale snaps then, leaning up to capture your mouth in a voracious kiss. You sigh and sag into him, letting him devour your mouth as his hands wander the expanse of your naked skin. His kiss excites, his touch inflames, your bodies melt together like they were made to be entwined.

You firmly believe they were.

Lips meet, tongues dance, sighs and groans mingle in the soft moonlight. You soft whimpers of delight however, are soon abruptly turned into a squeal as he flips you under him. “Gale!”

Your wizard simply smiles down at you in awe and reverence. You think his eyes might be glassed with unshed tears. “My love, your words….I would ask if you truly mean them, but you’ve been quite the persistent one in making me believe my own worth.”

You return his smile. “I am annoying in that way, aren’t I?”

“Doggedly so,” Gale teases, kissing your nose as it scrunches up at his jesting. “But, I appreciate it. More than even my verbose vocabulary can explain, if you can believe that.”

You giggle. “My wizard of words? Unable to explain something? I certainly cannot believe it.”

Gale’s smile turns salacious. “No matter. I’m learning the benefit of expressing myself physically when words fail me.” He shifts, hard as steel against you, and a moan strangles itself in your throat. “Now, my love, my light, my darling precious gem, shall I express my feelings on your lovely speech with my body? Allow you to enjoy all the things you just praised so eloquently?"

He shifts again, and you cant your hips upwards with a whine, desperation seeping into your pores. You want to have him, again and again again, unending, unyielding. You feel like you might go mad if you don't.

Gale’s reciprocation of your hunger shines down upon you like the sun. “Let me indulge in you, sweetheart,” he croons lowly, “let me bring you to the heights of pleasure. In all the corporeal ways that mortals do.”

Your heart cracks open, joy overflowing. There is no greater bliss. He is bliss, in all that he is and all that he gives to you.

“Yes, please,” you murmur, as Gale presses in and consumes you whole. “As mortals do.”

[xavalav]

I'm afraid to look within and find I've become the devil I appear to be.

happy end of wyll month! i spent a while working on this piece and it was actually inspired by this post :D

[willgrahamscock]

GAUNTLET OF SHAR | Astarion vs. Shadowheart.

[catnipfelix]

[phoenix-disorder]

One of my favorite screenshots of Gale. My knight in shining armor.

[eesomepictures]

God's Favourite Princess and the Most Interesting Girl in the World

[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.”

[lets-go-hurt-someone]

I guess there’s an alternative way to read it (there always is) but I actually think a Tav/Durge who kicks Ascended Astarion in the balls has managed the herculean feat of being way worse than the evil vampire lord.

It’s like this: you help him damn over 7,000 people to eternal torment in the hells, then agree to become his spawn. To celebrate, you guys have sex because now is the first time in months he feels safe enough to do so. And he feels safe with you, because you have always helped him, and he thinks you two are in agreement!

So after all that, you kick him in the balls and act like he’s the evil one?!

That’s an absolutely stone cold betrayal. Especially because it happens after sex. Especially if you think AA has just buried his trauma instead of healing from it! So to summarise… you assaulted your partner after sleeping with him under false pretences?! Cool, you just managed to make me take the evil guy’s side because that is way messed up.

Like damn, I would pitch a fit and leave too!

[dragonageconfessions]

CONFESSION

I played all the dragon age games and now I finished Baulder's Gate 3 and I really enjoyed it despite not being too happy with Act 3 and how some of the characters have less content.

After playing BG3, I came to the realization that I believe both games should exist and one should not copy/imitate the other. I would personally miss all the companion banter if they got rid of it.

I believe people should let Dragon Age be Dragon Age and let Baulder's Gate 3 be Baulder's Gate 3. BioWare does some things better than Larian. Larian does some things better than BioWare. THEY DO NOT HAVE TO BE THE SAME.

And so help me if I see another post about the BG3 Studio need to take over Bioware, I am going to go off. I heard enough of that during the Witcher 3's heyday

Mod Note: Since you mentioned Witcher 3, I am going to share something. I used to get these massive manifesto sized submissions about how CD Projekt Red should take over Bioware. (I deleted them of course) I've received quite a few of them all the way to the release of Cyberpunk 2077. I have not received one since. I think many learned a difficult lesson that making shrines for companies for not being like the other companies really isn't a good thing because in the long run they will eventually end up doing the same things other companies do. And I have deleted about ten submissions about how Larian should take over Bioware. One was 2300 words

[featherwurm]

Karlach - Infernal Engine Exhaust Diagram

Thinking about diagrams* - maybe I'll go back in and do something more detailed later, but I was just thinking about connecting veins to exhaust. Gave her a dual cylinder engine this time, since it looks more like a heart than a single cylinder one. Also gave her short hair and two horns - probably not long after healing up from surgery. Whatever devil drew this had some hint of artistic interest, putting some detail into the face.

(Infernal script is just loose notes.

*I like diagrams. Maps too.

[volno]

I can't seem to make fanart for this game unless it's also a shitpost.

[viablemess]

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

[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