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[arczism]

[dedartist]

[yunnd3]

heelloooo bloodweave lovers:3

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Astarion: No man has ever been nice to me without...you know. Wanting something in return.

Gale: I was going to ask for a glass of water, but now I feel kind of guilty about it.

[viny-kun]

First drawing of the year! And what a better way to start it with a Bloodweave redraw? Hope you’ll like it! And happy new year!

[mmigrainee]

One of my favorite things to think about is how many things are opposite in the backstories of Gale and Lothaire

The Faithful and their Gods

Also appreciate my sacrifice, I had to force myself to draw m****a, and all for the sake of completeness of the idea about the gods and their worshippers

[fools-of-faerun]

Penelope doesn't really understand how the tadpoles affect people's abilities, so she thinks Gale is a show-off.

[archmageell]

Tired lad...

[mythical-mithaps]

Lol this is funny. So imagine this:

You got a socially awkward Durge who's super lonely and they attach to Astarion because he's the only one who's chill with them BUT the Durge you have is also a wholesome bean so after some wariness Gale takes a liking to them.

Now Gale sets the move with the magic stuff wooing Durge over but Astarion is like "LOL NO" and immediately whisks Durge off to "reward them" for giving their blood to his cause and calls them his "Lover".

And thus you have my Durge's situation and me laughing because fuck Astarion didn't wait he saw Gale doing the Weave stuff and was like "AHA- No."- Like that's funny how that works!

[whiteswordmoon]

My Baldurs Gate 3 Earrings are up! They're inspired by the origin/party members!

In order, Gale, Lae'zel, Astarion, Karlach, Shadowheart and Wyll.

Check them out in my shop~!

International shipping available!

[thebestworstidea]

No one in this party is mentally stable

Lae'zel: religious fanatic with a strong superiority complex. Yes, I know that's racial, but it's still true. No one gets that way by accident; and it's pretty clear that this is taught behavior.

Shadowheart: victim of cult behavior, kidnapped, brainwashed, tortured

Astarion: PTSD oozing from his pores. used, abused and tortured.

Gale: look he seems like a dorky wizard but there is a strong feeling of depression and a little bit of a suddenly disabled parallel. throw in a touch of 'washed out honor's student'

Wyll: is it okay if I say daddy issues? hero complex. Some parallels to coming out and being thrown out, but that's not one to one. He did choose to be a warlock, even if he was manipulated into it.

Karlach: betrayed, enslaved, non consensual body modification, touch starvation. Even though she'd chosen a life of violence in being a bodygaurd, I don't think it counts as a choice by the time we meet her. I can't help but feel some of her cheerfulness is a mask. terminal illness parallels

Halsin: probably closest, but you don't have guilt like that for that long without having it weigh you down.

Edit: I haven't even finished the game once yet, so please feel free to add your own commentary on their mental states!

[dedartist]

[awkward-bard]

As I’ve started and finished bg3 in like a month, I can’t help but think about Disney AUs for some of the origin companions.

Like I really want to see a Tangled AU with Tav as Rapunzel and Gale as Flynn Rider

Or a Beauty and the Beast AU with Tav as Belle and Asterion as the Beast

Or a Frozen AU with Shadowheart as Elsa… No other thoughts just Shadowheart as Elsa.

I don’t know why this has been consuming my thoughts

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Astarion is a full-grown elf gods damnit. He should not be running around with a comfort blanket like some snot nosed child. Or so he thinks.

 

Astarion’s gaze flitted between the fire and the blue blanket clutched in his fingers, if it could still be called that. Rag was a more apt description these days, the scant sections of fabric which were barely clinging together around the multiple holes were so worn in parts they were near transparent, the damp stench of the manor still clinging stubbornly despite having been exposed to woodsmoke and fresh air daily for months, as if it had seeped into its very being. Astarion mused that in that respect they weren’t so different – no longer suited for their intended purpose with the memories of Cazador and that place clinging, no matter how much time and distance was placed between them. And then he snorted at the absurdity of comparing himself to a moth-eaten scrap.

“Just toss it in and be done with it.” He chided himself, he’d bought countless victims to his (former) master and disposed of bodies without blinking. This should not be this hard damnit!

“Astarion, everything alright?”

Oh for goodness sake. “Perfectly fine, love.” He said, turning his head to smile at Gale as the wizard made his way into the Tower’s library, making sure to keep his hands out of sight. Gale tilted his head at him appraisingly.

“You don’t seem so sure. I don’t mean to pry, it’s just that I’ve noticed you always look to the right when you’re nervous or embarrassed. You don’t have to divulge anything you don’t wish to but if it’s something I may be able to help with, I’d like to.”

Sometimes Astarion forgot how genuinely earnest his lover could be, and if he were being honest with himself, this was nowhere near the worst thing they’d caught one another doing (Astarion attempting to bite Gale that first week on the road would always be at the top of his list, no matter how much Gale insisted otherwise). Sighing, he turned to face Gale fully, hands holding out the blanket, “It’s nothing to worry your pretty head over. I was only attempting to dispose of this only I…seem to be having some difficulty.”

Gale moved forwards, standing next to him by the fireplace and saying nothing as he waited for Astarion to decide whether he wanted to elaborate or not.

“It’s from…before. The only thing I managed to grab before the tadpoles, my last link to my time as Cazador’s cur.” He gave a humourless huff of a laugh, “It’s so easy, just drop it into the flames and it’s done and yet, I can’t seem to do it.”

“Because it’s yours?” Gale guessed, thinking back on what Astarion had told him about Cazador’s feelings on his spawn having any personal possessions. Even clothes had been shared (there was a reason Astarion and his siblings had become so adept at sewing, some nights his well-being for the foreseeable future would quite literally depend on repairing or altering an ill-fitting garment in a matter of minutes), “It was the only thing in that place that was solely yours?”

Astarion seemed to consider this a moment before nodding, “Truly pathetic, isn’t it.”

“Oh darling, it really isn’t.” Gale said, slowly wrapping his arms around the vampire’s waist, “It’s like those displaced Tiefling children, do you remember? They were clinging to those old rag toys like lifelines because they were familiar, comforting. They were a piece of home.”

Astarion gave a more forceful snort bordering on a snarl, “Why on earth would I get sentimental about the place that was my prison for two centuries, and exactly Gale, children. I’m an adult and a killer and have been for centuries, I shouldn’t be reliant on something as asinine as a comfort item!” He was either ignoring or unaware of the fact that he was running the blanket through his fingers as he said this.

“If it works, then what’s the harm? Comfort can come from surprising places.”

Astarion said nothing, choosing to go back to staring into the flames.

“Wait here a moment, don’t move.”

It was a couple of minutes later, Gale returned to the library, revealing something from behind his back with a flourish, “This little madam was in my pack for our entire journey.”

Astarion could only stare at the small, moth-eaten toy cat no bigger than Gale’s palm. It was hard to tell what colour it had been to start off with and one of the glass eyes had been crudely replaced with a button at some point, “Gale?”

“My parent’s first attempt at pacification when they refused my entreaties for a kitten. Even after Tara came into my life, I couldn’t bear to part with it and as I got older, it started accompanying me whenever she couldn’t.”

“You mean to tell me the entire time we spent fighting gods, monsters and everything in-between, you had a childhood toy in your pocket.”

“In my pack.” Gale corrected, “Although, she started off in my pocket so you’re not technically wrong but anyway. While I admit I wasn’t about to broadcast her existence, it didn’t have any negative effect on my contributions during our travels, and I’m hoping it doesn’t make you think any less of me now.”

Astarion smirked at the little cat, “It’s sort of like you. Charming in a soft, bedraggled sort of way.” The observation held none of the bite it would have fresh off the Nautaloid.

“And this is stubborn and resilient as hell, much like its owner.” Gale said gently grasping the corner of the blanket from where it dangled in Astarion’s hand, “If you feel you want to get rid of it then by all means. I’ll even do it for you if you wish. But, there’s absolutely no shame in wanting to hold onto it for a little longer.”

Astarion hummed in thought, running a finger delicately over one of the cat’s cloth ears, “Maybe just a little longer.”

From that night onwards, when the bed wasn’t occupied by a wizard and his vampire, a well-loved cloth cat was sat on top of the duvet, wrapped in the remnants of a worn, blue blanket.

[tsuyoshikentsu]

Gale Dekarios respec'd to Barbarian

guy who yells out “IM GONNA FUCKING LOSE IT” before letting out the gentlest, smallest scream you’ve ever heard in your goddamn life

[mmigrainee]