#bg3 finale

[worfs-glorious-hair]

tempting fate (beth crowley) • the night we met (lord huron) • just a man (epic - the musical) • can’t catch me now (olivia rodrigo)

the case of a sneaky god and a broken heart

textposts + lyrics

[swimmingtrunks]

Area Man With No Self Worth Somehow Still Needs To Be Taken Down About A Peg Or Twenty

[lucidpeech]

against all odds, we all survived, together.

[ruushes]

companions re-classed part 3 - shadowheart 🌌🌚🌝

*shadowdancer isn't a 5e rogue subclass, it's a 3.5e rogue-based prestige class, but it suits her so well and when i played 3.5e as a kid i thought it was the coolest thing ever lol so i wanted to use it

karlach 🔥 wyll ⚔️

[jibberjibbsart]

The gang’s all here 💖

More High Rollers screenshot redraws!!! This one was too fun I’m glad I got to draw everyone 😌

[coffeenonsense]

gale's reaction to mystra telling him to blow himself up is obviously heartbreaking but on the other hand it is deeply DEEPLY hilarious when Gale, Learned professor of renown, is like "if there was another way to defeat the absolute don't you think the goddess of magic would have thought of it" and the band of badly socialized half-feral murder children he's running with just go "well maybe the goddess of magic is stupid, gale"

[crocodiller]

skill swap [Next]

[phytsera]

ashes to ashes, dust to dust

[agoldengalaxy]

baldurs gate 3 companion headcanons:

- gale talks in his sleep

- astarion once made karlach laugh so hard that she sprayed fire out of her nose

- shadowheart can and will hurt anyone on purpose, but if she accidentally hits someone/steps on their foot she secretly feels REALLY bad about it

- when karlach told gale she hadn’t read a book since primary school he nearly passed out

- wyll is an emotional drunk. he has cried about the stars being beautiful and about how proud he is of his companions

- lae’zel learned her favorite trick from some of the tiefling children: sticking her tongue out at people she hates

- when she thinks everyone is asleep, jaheira sings old lullabies. minsc and wyll are the only ones who have heard, but they don’t say anything because they don’t want her to stop

- the children love to put flowers in halsin’s hair. he loves it too, and will return the favor if they ask. he once did it to an unenthusiastic astarion, who ended up secretly liking it

- minsc takes the BEST care of his nails. boo’s too, obviously. he has let yenna paint them once or twice

- everyone has a lowkey crush on wyll

- when no one is looking, astarion likes to feed and pet scratch and the owlbear, making comments about how they’re the cutest ones there (besides him) and no one gets him like they do

- karlach asked wyll for dance lessons. she never quite gets the hang of it, but she has fun, and wyll is proud of her

- astarion and shadowheart pretend to hate each other, but gossip about everyone else when they’re not looking

- everyone actually really enjoys gale’s cooking but they’d rather die than admit that

- girls night: shadowheart and lae’zel are at each other’s throats with daggers. karlach is passed out on the floor. jaheira is drinking all the ale she can find. everything’s on fire. the next day they look back on this fondly

- boys night: halsin and gale are laying on the ground to look at the stars, stoned out of their minds. wyll and astarion are pouring their hearts out to each other. minsc and boo are making dirt castles. the next day they pretend none of it happened

[spicyraeman]

bass player shart my beloved

[payper-arts]

Poor Nathume is having a really tough time adapting to chaotic party life

Here’s some detail closeups too

[worfs-glorious-hair]

Us against the world

❤️ Pairing(s): Gale x Tav/ Reader; Tav & Shadowheart, Tav & Astarion

🧡 Rating/ Warnings: Teen up (implications of consensual sexual activities between adults in an established relationship and implied masturbation)

💛 Words: 5.388

💚 Summary: What goes on in Tav’s mind at the shore of the morphic brine pool before they pass the point of no return and get on board of the rowing boat? They reflect their relationship with their companions, the people they love the most in this world, the people with whom they will stand shoulder to shoulder for the last chapter, their last battle on their journey. They reflect on their love and devotion to them and gather the strength to make that one final step into the boat.

✨ Some musings I wrote before I played the finale and stood at that exact point and was beyond terrified. These are ethically and authentically sourced feelings I spent a day to write down while they were still fresh. Based on my game experiences and relationships to the characters but kept generic enough to be read by anyone.

POV: First Person, Unnamed Tav (no pronouns); color green is associated with them and it is implied that they are a druid

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Us against the world

“Well, I guess this is it”, I say and turn to my companions who stand next to me on the small landing stage of the shore of the morphic pool with tight, serious faces. But their eyes must be mirroring mine, deep with unspeakable emotions in them.

What should one feel when directly faced with an enemy like an elder brain with the power of a god?

This, this is absolute!

The fight of our lives, the last fight, the fight that is our reward for surviving until now. The fight that always waited for us at the end.

But maybe we could turn the tides, avert a fate worse than death for the world and for us.

Using the Netherstones to dominate the brain and finish this before it can become even worse.

None of us is hiding the dread that fills our souls considering the gravity of such a prospect.

And why should we hide our turmoils here at the end of all things in the company of the only ones who understand, why should we hide how our souls fared when we have the company of those we trust with our lives and deaths?

Why should we hide what we feel before the people who are insane enough to even consider slaying such a foe with us when we already came so far together and slew other foes deemed impossible to conquer?

I am afraid, terrified, and so are my travel companions, the people I love the most in this world and with whom I already survived the oddest of odds.

But there is more, I see it in their eyes, there is the determination of someone with everything to loose and yet willing to finally get it on with.

To end this. Once and for all.

And I see the love I have for them in their eyes for me.

We are not afraid to fight for our souls and those of the world, we have done that before, on a smaller scale, but still, we have done this before – no, we are afraid to loose each other. That we have to say goodbye today, that there will be no tomorrow, not for us, not for the world.

“When we get into this boat this will be it, no turning back”, I say, soul heavy with everything as I look at each of my companion’s faces.

I want to look at them for as long as I can, before this game will end, one way or another.

There is Astarion, his eyes are soft for a moment as he looks back at me and the shadow of a warm smile dances over his face. The smile he graces me with since we killed Cazador together, since he calls me friend and means it.

“There is nothing for us to do in the city anymore but to save it, apparently”, he says and looks at me expectantly and takes a step towards the boat.

“Ready when you are, my friend!”

I try to smile back at him but my face feels stiff and tight.

But he understands and he bows his head lightly, so lightly you could overlook it, but it is there.

It says everything he does not say out loud and neither do I. But we both know.

It says ‘we came all this way together, we fought and ate and slept and lived at each other’s side, what fools would we be to not trust each other unconditionally?’ It says ‘We are one hell of a team, do not mess with us! If anyone can take on an impossible fight and win it, it’s us! We have fought gods before and won, godsdamit!’

And ultimately it says ‘I am grateful for you in my life and it is my honour, my privilege and my duty to fight and to hopefully not die at your side. And should I end up dying can I trust you wholeheartedly that you will bring me back like you have done before on this dreary journey. And you can trust me with your whole heart to do the same for you if your overly eager and little insane lover is not faster than me!’

And it is a mutual feeling.

I was very wary of him at first, his smile too perfect, too sharp and nature repulsed from him. I felt in the way that the wind in the trees whispered of danger around him, I saw it when small animals fled from him through the undergrowth wherever he walked.

But he was determined to find a cure for our condition and he was willing to do whatever was necessary and to help however he could.

So I kept him in my company. I needed him as he needed me.

He was all alone in the world and he needed friends, or at least friendly company he did not had to seduce or compel to like him. He needed companions, people who helped him carry his load on the road.

He began to drop his facade when he revealed his true nature to me, which explained why I had always felt like prey and had sensed death all around him, and opened up to me even more about his past and the abuse he suffered by Cazador’s hands in the times to follow.

Also, Astarion is the best lock picker I ever met and a true trap whisperer, no mechanism, no matter how clever, could escape his skilled fingers.

I decided back then that I would never touch a trap disarm kit again, not if I had Astarion on my side.

But a part of me had never believed that we could become true friends, that we would fully trust each other…

This changed some day in the shadow cursed lands when he asked me if I would be at his side, when we would make it eventually to Baldur’s Gate, to help him kill Cazador and I had agreed without a second thought and as I had seen his face of sincere gratefulness and relief I stood there corrected.

Without me or him realising, through every battle, each healing spell and help, each joke and patched up wound at the fire in the evenings and every hour on the road we spent together were we growing closer. So close that we ended up trusting each other with our lives, without doubt and without condition.

I knew he had my back like I would look after him!

Our alliance that had grown out of necessity and availability the day when the nautiloid had crashed had bloomed into a deep bond of reliability and trust.

Of course I trusted him, of course I cared for him, how could I not?

Surviving a mindflayer tadpole infection, slaying a whole camp of Goblins, travelling through the Underdark, surviving and breaking the shadow curse and fighting gods and devils does that to you.

So if this was it, the end of our tedious journey, the last day on this very last road and whatever awaited us there at it’s end, did I not want to face it with anyone but Astarion and his exploding acid arrows by my side.

“We have the Netherstones, let’s bring the Absolute to it’s knees!”, says Shadowheart, her voice is strong and determined, always the fighter and it slightly echoes around us in the cave.

“I am with you!”, she promises and I turn from Astarion to look at her for a moment, for as long as I can.

Taking her in, the faint scar on her cheek, her silver hair illuminated by the glow of her Moonlight glaive with the parted, stylishly disheveled bangs, her dark, smokey eyes that bring out the green in them that now look at me with heaviness behind her determination of the gravity of what we will have to do, a vulnerability she allows me to see.

She was the first person I found after the nautiloid’s crash that did not want to kill me.

And I was hers, I was ‘the first friendly face’ she saw.

And together we found Astarion (who did try to kill me), fought some brain devourers together and she was with me when I saved Gale from the malfunctioning portal.

She was with me at every step of the way, we fought Goblins together, rescued Halsin, we traversed through the Underdark and explored the Grymforge together. We fought cultists and True Souls and we survived the shadow cursed lands together.

And ultimately she did Shar’s trials deep in the heart of the Gauntlet that led her, us, into the depths of the Shadowfell only to surrender her life’s dream there and what she thought to be her life’s calling to free Dame Aylin from her chains instead and to become something, someone, new.

She became Shadowheart who lets light grow out of darkness. Shadowheart, the blessed shadow of the moon.

Shadowheart, the first friendly face when all of this began, Shadowheart who became so much more than a partner for the roads to me, Shadowheart my companion and friend. My Shadowheart!

We look at each other for a moment in silent understanding, we will do this together! Like we have done everything together so far.

She at my side and I am at hers.

She takes a step closer to the boat and looks at me, patiently waiting for my sign to continue.

“It is time, my love”, whispers Gale and steps closer to me, I close my eyes for a moment, who knows if I will ever hear him call me his love again.

I don’t want to look at him, I don’t want to see the encouragement in his eyes that can seduce me to do anything, not if that encouragement means today that it would lead us to a place where we will have to say goodbye, maybe for forever.

His head moves next to me, he gently rests his forehead against my temple and I feel his breath on my cheek.

It is comforting and warm and I melt into the closeness of his body but I wish I would feel his gentle hands on my hips and lower back more than just the shadow of his touch through the layers of leather and metal of my armor.

I reach for his hand on my hip and I sigh, I can not even feel this because we are both wearing gloves.

But our fingers lace immediately together, holding tight and never wanting to separate again.

“Let us go on, my love, today is not worse than any other day for the grand finale of our endeavour”, he murmurs against my face but I am still only focusing on his skin on my mine, on his mouth so close, how I can sometimes feel his beard against my cheek when he moves.

It is all I ever wanted, since I pulled him out of the portal. Him close and all around me.

His breath mixing with mine, bodies intertwined, unable to say where I end and he begins.

One forever.

His forever.

“Waiting another day will not change anything for us. Besides going insane from uncertainty of what will come. We are as ready as we can be, or as unprepared, however you want to see it, but with the Netherstones in our possession we stand a chance. However small it may be. But even a small probability of success can grant hope — so let us face this nightmare today and let there be hope that a new dawn awaits us at the other side tomorrow…”

I breathe in, trying to clear my head but the Undercity’s air is thick and unpleasantly hot from the stinking sewers, the temple of Bhaal with all of it’s decay and death and the morphic brine pool infused with magic on which’s shore we stand.

But there is also Gale and his scent and I focus on him, concentrate on the scent in his hair and beard that smells like orange blossoms and spiced plum that comes from an oil he uses for it. And there is what I like to call the ever-lingering scent of knowledge that surrounds him always, even when I am the one wearing his comfortable purple velvet tunic with the silver ornaments that always smells like a library.

He is still surrounded by the sweet and yet tangy scent of wisdom and his nearly infinite arcane mastery through knowledge.

But his scent of knowledge is even more than all of that, it is dusty ink, written and printed by hands long gone but their words, their thoughts, their insights live on, it is the smell of his books, some old, some new, some have been wet before and have dried again over a small tenday. It is the fresh ink on his fingers, purple and black and blue and now only green. For me.

“Not that I need any help to think of you, not that I need anything to remind me of you, when everything reminds me of you, but writing in green ink brings me joy, the joy that you fill my life with!”, he had told me one day when I had noticed that he had stocked up on green ink from a shop when we had just arrived in Rivington.

“I don’t think I will ever write in any other colour ever again…”, he had finished matter of factly and at the same time had his face been adorned with the most sincere smile and the brightest eyes that had shone with his love for me.

His love that I wanted to swim, dive and bask in for the rest of my life.

The look on his face, the love for me could have been be overwhelming but it was not. Because it was Gale. My Gale!

Because I looked at him in the same way.

Because I knew that he was unable to lie, I felt his truth and his truth was that he loved me as I loved him.

There was no uncertainty, just our devotion.

So I had smiled, had grinned in unmeasurable happiness and had kissed him. Pushing him backwards onto one of the straw bales in the barn that we slept on and his surprise had only lasted for the span of a heartbeat.

After his surprise had faded he pulled me even closer towards him by the hips and our kiss slowly became more heated than I had originally planned it to be. But I was not complaining, on the contrary, not when I could not hold back a moan as his eloquent tongue, so clever and practised, slipped past mine, not when he was so close to me and wonderful and warm and how he bucked his hips against mine.

Not when my hips moved on their own accord as well to meet his, not when his tongue and mouth slid down my neck to gently suck and lap, not when his beard burned so deliciously in contrast to his, smooth, wet tongue on my skin.

This is were I was happiest, surrounded by his scent, by Gale, by his warmth and love and he knew that. He knows what he does when he comes so close to me now as we stand here at what could most likely be the beginning of the end of the world.

So I keep my eyes closed, just for a second longer to pretend that it was only Gale who surrounded me, that we were home, or well, at the camp that was the closest we had to a home currently, and that we were travelling and exploring like we had for so long now that I could barely remember my life before this. My life before Gale.

But truth is that our time is running out, no matter if I keep my eyes closed to pretend that it would not.

And I was loosing precious moments that I could be looking at him.

So I open my eyes again and turn towards him, his lips and beard brush over my cheek as I do so, and I take a step back, enough to take him in fully but not so much that I would loose his embrace around me.

He looks at me, his eyes shine warm and bright and I know he smiles just for me. I know he tries to make things easier for me.

I look at him and I see the day I met him, the day I pulled him out of the portal, how he had called me friend, had shook my hand and I had not wanted to let go of his hand.

How he had smiled and had offered to join my quest.

‘A parasite shared is a parasite halved’ he had joked, his eyes had sparkled and I had only one thought: ‘I will never want to be without you again!’

Back then I thought it was only his optimism, his cheerfulness and hopefulness, that he was so different to Astarion and Shadowheart, who were both still their reserved, closed up, snarky selves, that drew me towards him, like a moth towards the light. That I needed one face, that was willing to smile sincerely at me and that was not dripping with charm that did not reach the eyes like Astarion’s did.

But it had always been more.

I looked at him and was overcome with a hunger, a desire that I had never felt before, I longed to be close to him from the beginning on.

I reached out for him whenever I could, tried to be near him, especially at camp in the evenings, seeing if he would accept my company when he cooked or sorted through his spells.

And he did. And my heart had sung.

While he would not let me help cooking, which was understandable, cooking is a one person only job, he would gladly let me sit by him on a log, chatting away the night, while he chopped up ingredients and put together our meal.

One time he did let me help, he allowed me to create water into the pot, because he claimed that he did not want to make all the way to the well, ‘’my knees, you know”, he had claimed, but the way he had looked at me when he said that made my insides turn and twist with a pleasantly hot flutter.

A flutter I was and am well accustomed with, he just needed to look at me with his burning eyes and I would be a mess.

A mess I tried to hide behind a laugh, a polite smile, a joke, a conversation with Shadowheart about eye makeup or the divine source of her magic like mine came from nature.

A mess gave in to when I was alone at night and feeling so guilty to be using him for my pleasure, my lust, but I was unable to help myself. Not when I looked at him and was overcome with a burning, scorching desire. A carnal desire I had never felt before for anyone!

So I imagined him all over me, lips, tongue and fingers, and silently bucked against my bed roll and it’s pillows until I found the relief I was looking for.

While Gale seemed to be perfectly content in these days to let me do the idle chatter about our day, our finds, our companions and some occurrences and anecdotes from my life was he barely talking about himself.

I occasionally asked and while his answers were interesting for me to learn, he enjoyed good wine (of such we barely found anything of, especially in the beginning of our journey, (it changed when we finally came to Baldur’s Gate), much to his, Astarion’s and also Shadowheart’s disdain), had Tara, even though he did not tell me her name back then nor that she was no ordinary cat but a tressym, and liked to try his hand at poetry.

About which my only thought was that I would like to be the reason for his poetry or alternatively I thought that he could read me poetry, or a law book for that matter, he could read me truly anything with that voice and I would be a swooning puddle.

I was down bad for him from the very beginning on but I did not realise it back then, back then I only basked in his company and the look in his eyes he gave me.

I was pulled to him, wherever we went, I looked out for him in battle, urged Shadowheart to help him or did it myself if I could.

I was searching for the best armours for him, gifted him anything I found and that could protect him. I did it for the others, too, but Gale had quickly become my priority.

The others were more experienced outside in the field, they had survived worse so far, with Shadowheart protecting the artefact and apparently having gone a long way with it already and Astarion with his charm and tendencies to bite and his sneaky nature was he gone from danger before you knew it.

But Gale was different.

His robe was expensive as his taste in wine and food, he was well-read and educated and oh could I watch him practise his magic for hours.

How he flicked just his fingers and the world changed, how he murmured incantations to remember them and how he bellowed them with all his might in battles.

But he was not invincible despite all of his magic and his vigour, he was vulnerable and I would not have that.

I needed everyone to be strong and nearly invincible if we wanted to survive this whole ordeal, if we wanted to find a cure.

So I looked out for him however I could.

This is what I told myself back then, to care for those who somehow ended up under my protection, because they saw a leader in me, someone who could guide them, unite them as a team.

And for that was my duty to look after each and everyone of them, to make sure they would stay sane and healthy, as much as possible, given the circumstances and how each of us had their extra load of the past to carry.

This is what I told myself, what I wanted to believe. But truth was that I loved him from the beginning, that I cared for him more than I ever had for anyone in my life.

So when he pulled me aside in the grove to tell me about his condition with the orb, how he needed magical artefacts in order to survive I did not hesitated for one moment to help him however I could.

Anything he would ask of me I would give him. And more.

I wanted him to like me, to see me, to feel what I felt for him. To desire me like I desired him.

I parted with the magic items I found willingly and quickly, whenever anyone of us found something was my first thought of Gale, not how we could use it but if it would help him.

Help him ease his pain, his arcane hunger. I did not even think of the danger he posed, I just wanted him close to me and safe from the pain and hunger.

And when he told me his full story, how he had been abused and groomed by Mystra for his powers, when he had pressed my hand to his heart and had opened himself up to show me the darkness of the orb, the darkness within and all of the pain and had offered to leave, my heart broke even more for him. And loved him even more than before, even if I thought this was not possible.

I would never let him go, I would never give him the feeling that he needed to take care of himself and what he felt on his own or that he was unwanted for his condition, even unloved.

I wanted him to understand that he was loved and cared for, that he mattered, that I wanted him around me and that I would not damn him for the choices he had made that ultimately led me to find him.

The evening that followed to his confession did he ask me why I let him stay.

I had wanted to say: “Do you remember what I thought about, when you showed me how to conjure the weave, how I wanted to kiss you and hold you and love you? Do you remember how I sought you out at the party after we cleared the way for the Tieflings? How I wanted to be close to you and spend the night by your side? That is why. I love you, Gale, I love you so much and if I would let you go I would explode just like you. I would break apart without you! How could I ever let someone go who holds my heart and my soul and my happiness in their hands?”

But I had swallowed the confession that burned on my heart and had told him the next best thing instead.

“I would miss you”, I said, “I would miss your company around here too much and I care for you, you are not a burden for me. Instead, you are a joy to be around, my joy”, I dared to add and when I had looked up at him was he leaning close, closer than friends should and it would have needed nearly nothing to lean even closer to kiss him. He told me later that he had wanted to kiss me then and there, ‘orb be damned’ he had even thought for a moment but had used what little of will-power he had left to pull away, to wish me a good night and to hide in his tent until morning.

“It was the longest night in my life”, he continued telling me one day.

“I was contemplating my options, wondering whether I could risk going to you, if maybe the orb was stable enough. But then it was you I was thinking about, the orb could never be stable enough for you and what you did to me. Or what I wanted to do to you”, he had turned forward and had gently kissed my earlobe and my jaw, slowly sucking on the skin there until I could not hold in my moans any longer, I had felt him smile against my neck then.

“Just like that — and more…”, his voice had been low and sultry and I had been, once again, a goner.

“Show me now, make it up for the longest night of our lives…”, I had managed to breathe out between his kisses and licks and sucks.

“Oh, gladly, my love, gladly!”, and his fingers had found their ways to the ties of my tunic, where they had awaited my permission to proceed. A permission I had given eagerly and impatiently.

And as the fingers of his one hand had tied my tunic open was his other hand on the nape of my neck, weaving his fingers into my hair as I like to do with him, too.

All while his mouth had never left my skin, he was everywhere, sucking into my neck, kissing the corners of my mouth, my jaw and eventually down my neck towards my chest.

He had pushed my now opened tunic down from my shoulders and his fingers had danced over my collar bones and slowly down my sternum and I had shivered, even though his fingers had been warm and comforting.

Now were his hands laying on my hips as comforting as ever as I took him in. Everything that he was, everything that led us to this moment.

His eyes, so bright, so full of love, the soft purple lines that the orb had left on his skin under his left eye were as much part of the face that I loved so much as his meticulously kept beard.

And the curve of his lips and the shape of his straight nose and the few little shorter hairs that fell out of his windswept hair onto his forehead. And the few little strands of grey on the sides of his head, scattered like trails of silver, rivers of moonlight, painted with a fine brush over a landscape.

Oh his face, his beautiful, gorgeous face, his kind, patient heart and his brilliant, clever mind.

Gale. Gale who was all of that and so much more.

Gale, whose faith in me could move mountains and light up the darkest valleys of my heart, Gale who was the only who could urge me on like this, who would always give me the strength for my next step. However hard it may be, however far I would have to jump.

“Sometimes the only way out is through, isn’t it?”, I say with a big sigh and reluctantly let go of his hand in mine.

Gale gives me a reassuring, encouraging smile, there it was, that unfaltering faith he had in me as I climb into the small rowing boat.

“If these boots have seen everything so far, let them see an elder brain”, I murmur under my breath and watch how my friends, the ones I love, the ones I want on my side for everything that would come now, settle down next to me.

I look at them, at each of them and remember how far we have come.

Astarion, the pale elf with those deep crimson eyes that now look towards where our fate awaits us in the dark, whose eyes flicker to me for just a moment and I am once again reminded and reassured by the promise we gave each other — I’ll keep you safe when you’ll watch my back and I’ll watch yours!

Shadowheart, daughter of darkness, now basked in the light of the moon from the glaive gifted to her from the moon maiden herself sits close by me and reaches wordlessly for the second oar, prepared to join me.

She does not need words to tell me that we will do everything together, rowing, fighting, winning.

I take the oar at my feet and get ready to get the boat moving.

But before the oar can touch the water I look at Gale and our eyes get tangled for a moment. ‘I love you’ I mouth towards him and he smiles, eyes as bright and as warm, no even warmer now, as on the day we met and he mouths it back to me, I love you, too!

That is all I need in confirmation, our story is not over yet, I decide, there are still so many chapters to write for us…

And if I let that brilliant man, this prodigy of a wizard, work his magnificent magic we actually may have a fighting chance to face and to win what waits for us when we reach the other side of the shore and to get to live these future chapters of our story after our victory together!

After all, my beloved is The Wizard of Waterdeep so this must count for something!

And as Shadowheart and I start rowing and our boat glides smoothly and nearly silently through the dark green-ish waters am I seeing our camp back in the wilderness close to the Emerald Grove and the nautiloid’s crash region for a moment. But it is not as it was, when we were there. It is a party, there is plenty of the most extraordinary foods that we certainly did not had and there is everyone there, everyone is alive and well. There is love and peace and celebration!

We are fine!

And I pretend for a second that this is what waits for me of the other side of this day, that this is the dawn that Gale had pictured. That this is what I fight for. That this is what I had fought for from the beginning on.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I am glad you are a part of the story now and I hope you enjoyed your time here! ❤️

Let me tell you one last story: I was not lying when I said I was playing the whole game for the party, for my happy ending with Gale. Marrying that beautiful wizard and living happily in Waterdeep for the rest of our lives.

Well, what can I say, I messed up or my game is a little buggy (or most likely a combination of both) but I had not been able to talk Gale out of becoming a god. Imagine my shock and my terror when he left me at the docks after our final fight without so much of a word of love or affection to get that stupid crown. Oh, how I screamed! He left me behind after everything we‘ve been through, after he even told me that „great ambition should not come at the cost of what you already hold dear. I see that now!“. My heart still weeps!

So I ended up saving the world and everyone is happy and excited and I was cursing the universe!I was in no way in the mood to celebrate and couldn’t even enjoy the epic cut scenes. Oh what a hero‘s story, what a true greek tragedy! Which twists this OS in hindsight into an even bigger tragedy because this is the fate that waits for Tav, there is no new dawn for them on Gale‘s side, which is so much worse than the final fight with the brain. Which went surprisingly well and easy for me. And the vision of the epilogue party they saw in the distance, that I always worked towards, is just as twisted. Because there awaits them, me, no laughter, just tears. No celebration. I admit it, I cried throughout the whole party and I was am devastated since. I already started a new play through, trying to speed run everything that is necessary for my happy ending after all.

[indigonite]

The image of Astarion as flamboyant Dracula was too much to ignore. So have this.

Audio from the Dracula: a Comedy of Terrors play

Nice to meet you | Baldur’s Gate 3 | Animatic

[barghest-land]

then down came the claw, and that, love, was that

[liorlen]

gale origin playthru from astarion’s pov or smth like that

[skyberia]

i lost myself trying to get you to spit me out