#happy anniversary bg3

[senualothbrok]

Happy anniversary, BG3!

Apologies this is one day late - it just so happened that yesterday (3 August) was also my wedding anniversary. How fitting, that 3 August is the anniversary of my marriage to my real life husband as well as my pixel one! 💜

Many people have said this much more eloquently than I could, but I just wanted to add to the outpouring of gratitude about how much BG3 means to me, and how thankful I am that Larian made this game and created these characters who I have come to know and love like family.

I truly believe that art has the power to redeem, transform and heal. BG3 came into my life like a whirlwind - or a gale, if you will (woo literal Gale pun!) - and I really didn't expect, in my mid-thirties, to be so consumed by a video game that it would bring me back into fandom after 20 years, inspire me to write for passion, catharsis and love, urge me back into therapy to deal with unresolved trauma, and through Gale, show me the love that I truly need.

The thing about BG3 is that it made me feel seen and loved, and it changed me. This has not always been easy, or convenient for my real life, but such is the way of real growth and change.

Great art is a mirror of revelation, a source of strength and comfort, a well of inspiration. It is also a channel for connection. I never expected to find so many friends and make bonds with so many like-minded people and creators through BG3. Authenticity, creativity, imagination - these things are all magical and have the power to heal. And as I have said before on this blog, Gale, BG3, the creativity and community of this fandom have been a lifeline for me through depression, loneliness and despair.

Thank you Larian for creating this piece of art. Thank you to all the friends I have made, everyone on here, all of you who have shared the miracle of creativity with me.

Happy BG3 anniversary everyone 💜🫂

This gorgeous piece of art is by @ria-neearts:

[pursuitseternal]

“Something:” an update to “Our Blood is Thicker,” 🐦‍⬛💞🦇a little something for the Anniversary of BG3

Ascended Astarion x Cordehlia (Tav) | T | 1.6K

Summary: One year since she found her betrothed in her path, Cordehlia reminisces with heartache and happiness in equal measure.

CW: mentions of their past griefs and traumas, nostalgia

Previous Ch | Ao3 link | Masterlist

One year… a full year since that nautilus crashed, a year since she found her once betrothed elven lordling in her path. Had it been only a year since her heart rent itself apart at finding him again and let their love stitch it back together?

It had also been a year, then, since her life hung precariously in the balance, a life and a love deemed worthy of seven-thousand and seven souls to be his eternal bride. The passage of time had taken their hopeful, youthful Star Elf selves and broken them, refined them, and made them into the adamantine weapons of power they now were—The Ascendant and his Consort. It was days like this, when the summer heat was unbearable along the Sword Coast that she longed most for the emerald foliage and canopies of the Yuirwood.

She longed for the carefree playing in streams and knolls, in mud and sunshine. She missed his violet eyes and her star-kissed silver ones, those long nights of pleasure on the mossy banks of the forest, the feeling of their warm bodies moving more fluidly than the streams just beside them.

She missed their parents, the wizened, knowing smiles her father would give, even the subtle looks of approval his mother, the High Lady, would sneak her way when they were alone.

In all her decades of darkness, pursuing countless foes and splashing herself in their blood, she never once felt homesick. Love sick, yes. Grief stricken, yes. But it wasn’t until his love for her thawed the chill of her hatred and pain that she remembered home.

And now, she lived in a luxury not of her own heritage. Her skin was cold and her teeth were sharp. Her heart no longer raced with the pleasure he coaxed from her still, and it didn’t rap against her ribs in battle or flutter nervously when Astarion smirked at her. It was probably for the best that their past was nearly as eradicated as their own hopes for a life among their people.

She knew their village had left, that everyone journeyed to other reaches of Faerûn or other realms after the death of their High Lord and Lady… their murder in the City and the ultimate decimation of their line had been exacted.

They had been robbed of their rulers, their line… and their prince. Astarion.

It was all pain that should have been so easy to forget in their palace gardens. Leaning against the great oak tree at its heart, she sat with her skirts fanned, a book on her lap. This late summer sun warmed her too much; even back home, she preferred the cool caress of shade.

Not like him, her love, her lord. He stood near her, gazing down into the pond that collected the bubbling streams of water from the fountain of pure gold. Opulently, impeccably dressed, his silk jacket and pants caught the breeze making that cream, pearlescent material shimmer in the sun. But the gold and silk, the water or the sun itself, none of it was as radiant as him. His fearsome, handsome reflection no doubt shined up at him at his feet, that rakish tilt of his brows, those full, smirking lips rippling and paling in comparison to their original.

He was magnificent, glorious…. Ruthless to his enemies and adoring to his Bride.

The Vampire Ascendant.

It was a far more intimidating title than a mere elven High Lord. Astarion traded in being a prince for the mantle of a Vampire Lord, his ancestral manor now overshadowed by the walls of the Crimson Palace. His wealth was uncountable and ever-growing, untold powers at his command, gifts from the hells and magic beyond what any of the undead should wield.

It was what he deserved after centuries of suffering. But…

What she wouldn’t give for a blanket spread on their mossy bank in the forest, a single bottle of Ithbank to pass between them, the filtered sun above the foliage kissing their naked skin. She closed her eyes, letting the bark of the oak score into her skin through her waif-like dress. The scents of the forest, of nature, came back with instant recall, that soft gurgle of the fountain barely different in pitch from the stream in the glade where Astarion had taken her—

“Cordehlia,” he breathed her name, lips brushing her right ear. A warm hand on her cheek turned her face into his as her crimson eyes fluttered open once more. “My love,” he purred so tenderly, the warm pad of his thumb caressing the gentle arch of her cheek.”Tell me, what do you desire?” his voice was low, a gentle rumble in his chest as he poured all his love down their bond. “What can I do for my dearest?”

“It is nothing,” Cordehlia smiled softly; pulling him to sit beside her, so close their bodies flowed nearly seamlessly from one to the other. “Just thoughts of…”

“Home,” he interrupted. A subtle smirk tweaked his mouth just enough to show a fang. “It’s been a year, you know, since we defeated the Brain…”

His lips whispered against hers. And she whispered back. “A year since I found you on the beach and nearly trussed you up to gut you, you mean…”

“Oh,” he laughed with a husky giggle, “feel free to truss me up any time just to relive it, my love.”

Cordehlia sank her fangs in his bottom lip, making him laugh properly. “Be thankful I let you live long enough to fall back in love with me.”

Astarion broke from their kiss. Where she expected to see that impish glint, that rakish smirk, Cordehlia only saw purity, sincerity. Love. “I am thankful. Everyday,” his words so quiet, even her keen hearing struggled. “Come,” he stood swiftly, pulling her gracefully to her feet. “There’s… something I’d like to show you…”

Making their way inside, they hurried down corridor after cooridor. That nostalgia only deepened. Memories flashed of how these halls festered in darkness and rotted with wickedness under Cazador. She could still smell the dank of the dungeon, still recall the pain of that bastard’s bite as he tried to kill her…

A year ago. A year that passed faster than a blink of an eye. If time was nothing to her existence as an elf, it was less than nothing now that she was undead.

Now that she wandered the bright scarlet and golden halls of their palace. Now that she held the hand of her Sire, their hearts beating as one as his Bride.

She smiled at the word. Bride.

Feeling her thoughts, Astarion paused at the threshold to their rooms. “Oh yes, my Bride, don’t think I didn’t get you a little something to commemorate our union.”

“Always one to spoil me,” she shook her head, leaning in to taste his kiss once more. A sly smile twisted his lips as they pressed together.

The door creaked on its hinges, opening to reveal their bedroom, bathed in blue green light from their windows. Their sanctuary.

Her gaze instantly settled on the box on their bed, a small wooden chest. A nod of his head, a sparkle of childish delight in his crimson eyes, Astarion pulled her closer to it.

Eager fingers lifted the lid, and Cordehlia’s undead heart burst as if it had stopped beating altogether.

A shining silver war helmet, plates once cracked were soldered back together. Intricate designs of feathers spanned the sides, and a great eagle’s head rested on the crown of the helm. She would recognize it anywhere. She had polished it countless times as an elfling, wearing it in their home to pretend to play soldiers and war… a merry laugh coming from the chair by the fire as he watched on…

“Father,” she choked, her musical voice cracking with grief. “Oh, Father,” she breathed again, reverently stroking the eagle feathers and face that was their namesake, Aquillae. Eagle. That same name shined, etched into the back of the armor: Cassius Aquillae, The Great Eagle. Her eyes leaked the tears she could no longer keep at bay, and two warm arms embraced her from behind.

“Halsin found it,” he explained. “With the Shadowcurse lifted, all manner of relics were found. But he searched with great care for anything of your father’s.” A small laugh sounded in her ear. “My idea, of course. Don’t give the Druid any more affection or credit than he deserves, my love.”

A wet laugh was his reward for his possessive, bratty humor. As always. Astarion reached for the helmet, lifting it out to reveal two more pieces that instantly struck her in the gut.

Sharp pains of grief again. A bright silver locket, inlaid with golden leaves, and a small teal ring, that crest of its signet shining brighter than the gold it was made of. She didn’t need to look closer to know it was a heart and two daggers slicing cross-crossed through it, a pattern of little stars speckling its background.

The Ancunín crest.

His voice was heavy, his own throat bobbing against the back of her head as he reached around to caress the pieces. “Mother’s locket and Father’s ring… I found these in one of… his… vaults in the Counting House. The trophies claimed from Mother and Father’s murder.” Tenderly, he set the helmet back in the box, closing the lid silently. Then, he pulled her stiff, suffering body into his warm embrace. “Those aren’t my gift, don’t you fret.”

“I should hope not,” she forced a aggrieved laugh. “Still it is… good to have pieces of them, their bodies never put to rest,” she whispered into the cream silk of his jacket.

“We are about to correct that,” he smiled into the top of her head, breathing in her scent, wildflowers and moss. “We are going home.”

[wingsy-keeper-of-songs]

Gather your Party and Venture Forth

Happy anniversary, BG3. You have been a gift and I will never forget you. Thank you for everything.

[dekariosclan]

*Gale and Tav, sitting together on their balcony in Waterdeep, watching the night sky reflect on the water.*

Gale, kissing Tav and whispering in their ear: Happy one year anniversary, my love. The happiest year of my life—and yours too, I hope?

Tav, squeezing his hand tightly: It’s been everything I’ve ever hoped for. I simply couldn’t ask for anything m—*pointing* Oh! *sitting up straight* Look, fireworks!

Gale: Indeed! What serendipitous timing.

Tara, suddenly yelling from the inner room: MISTER DEKARIOS! *flying in, looking aghast* Sir! Did you do this?! We spoke about this! After the Waukeentide debacle I assured the city council you would not be doing any more rogue illusory magic!

Tav: Tara, it’s fine! Gale didn’t orchestrate this, it’s just a happy coincidence!

*Gale, Tav and Tara watching as the fireworks spell out: I Love You More Than The Stars, Tav! Happy Anniversary From Your Loving Husband, Gale Dekarios.*

Tav and Tara: …

Gale: …

Gale: Who could have done such a thing

[wetsocksinbed]

you know what halsin’s only flaw is? The fact he won’t stay with you permanently. That man is literally built brick by brick of what I want in a partner and after everything he’s just “I must leave for I am needed elsewhere” like dude I didn’t fight a shit ton of shadow monsters and have multiple panic attacks while you were out finding some child in an alternate dimension just for you to leave me after we stop the Absolute. Get back here and marry me you son of a bitch

[pixelbots]

🦇🍷🩸 ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬, 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 🩸🍷🦇

thanks to @agrid343 for this conversion that i was finally able to update baldstarion! my life is complete.

[tee-dohrnii]

Happy Anniversary to BG3!!!

Because of BG3, I now have these two constantly spinning in my head

Based off of this ask (thank you anon)

Also if anyone knows how to find and add bass-boosted microwave sound effects to this that'd be swell-

[simp-ly-writes]

Dearest Reader,

I just wanted to say thank you to anyone of you who has taken their time to read a work of mine over this past year and or support my hyper-fixations. It truly means a lot that I get to share my love of a fandom (Stardew Valley, Call of Duty, Hazbin Hotel, Baldurs Gate 3, The Gentlemen 2024, Doctor Who, or to my most recent Smosh/Youtube), and have you support me in some way.

And I know that it might sound cringy but I mean it when your comments, suggestions, likes, and reblogs have all made my day better at some point as I hope my stories have brought some light into your own. I still remember my first 10 readers and the barley 5 likes I would get on my posts and to come to nearly 900 of you now is something I will never take for granted. (In all honestly, i don't know why people read my shit half the time lol).

I won't say much more but just thank you all, truly, for reading my silly work and heres to another year of sharing stories and silently screaming over characters.

Your Writer,

Simp-ly :)

[bettydice]

Screenshot repaint of @loquaciousquark's Tavish Gale and Astarion admiring the beauty of the Underdark

[botcomplex]

This isn't the 1 year Baldur's Gate III Anniversary art I'm working on that I mentioned in my last post, I've just really wanted to get back into pixel art as of late. Made the Owlbear Cub as a warm-up; hoping to learn more as time goes on!!

[pursuitseternal]

𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓲𝓼 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻

Summary: He can’t remember anything, but she does. The betrothed she believed dead, the source of all her centuries of grief and heartache now in the middle of her path after the Nautiloid crash. He might look mostly the same as the one who stole her heart, but something is different about him. Dark. Changed. Something hidden. But her own centuries of becoming battle-hardened have taught her wisdom and insight beyond her own elvish abilities. He is a monster she can tame, a challenge she will have to face. No matter the heartache. ✨Nearly complete✨

Our Blood Fic Ao3 Link | Series Ao3 Link

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

Chapter 10| Chapter 11| Chapter 12

Chapter 13| Chapter 14| Chapter 15

Chapter 16| Chapter 17| Chapter 18

Chapter 19| Chapter 20| Chapter 21

Chapter 22| Chapter 23| Chapter 24

Chapter 25

“Our Blood: Into the Fire”

Summary: A favor once given to ensure Ascension is finally owed in turn: Raphael arrives from Avernus. With the thrill of another battle on the horizon, Astarion and his Raven prepare for fires and blood. Lust and bloodlust aren’t quite so different ✨Complete✨

Ao3 Link

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

“Our Blood: Liars’ Night”

Summary: At the request of their old Wizard companion, the Ascendant and his Raven arrive in Waterdeep the night before Liars’ Night. “A matter of utmost importance” needs their aid, a dangerous prospect with enemy Vampires, secret artifacts, and a good old fashioned Masquerade for the holiday ✨In Progress✨

Ao3 Link

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

𝓘𝓵𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼:

Links to @marimosalad Twt for full NSFW

“Down by the River”

“You taste divine” blow job, ch 5

“Dark Kissing,” ch 19

“Throne Sex”- Into the Fire, ch 1

Link to “Into the Fire” Astarion x Cordehlia x Raphael by @synabunart

[gale-gaze]

[ You have my devoted attention. ]

[azotho]

Had such a vast, fun and dramatic journey indeed…! Thank you for making this great game👏✨

… And I have like 18400 screenshots now, I've never taken this much of game screenshots ever in my life lol

[foxtatodreams]

Happy 1st Anniversary BG3 ✨️

I wanted to write something, but I’m not good with words (especially in English XD). I started playing in January, at a time when not everything was going well in my life... and, as for many, this game has helped me to distract myself and find my true self again.

It had been a long time since I was so passionate about a videogame, that I've been so fond of a fictional character that much and I felt like part of a fandom.

So, thank you Larian and all those who worked on the game... and thanks to all the amazing artists and writers that share their works in this community (you make my day everyday!)

Thanks to Gale and Shoko (my Tav), you bring a lot of love in my daylife 🔮🌸.

[wetsocksinbed]

Dark Urge: I have these horrid urges to maim and kill

Everyone: oh god that’s awful

Gale: lol same

[miradelletarot]

Happy BG3 Anniversary

Now that I'm home from work I can make a proper post.

I just want to tell y'all that I love every single one of you. The value you have enriched my life with, just by existing, is priceless. Most of you have been with me since I came to Tumblr. You've seen my highs, and my lows. You've messaged me privately to offer your love and support...to a person you don't even know. The outpouring of love i have received from ya'll touches my heart. I don't think there is a word that can fully express just how you make me feel.

I wouldn't have ANY of that without this game. I wouldn't be a writer again, i wouldn't have left my toxic marriage, i wouldn't have gotten back into my spiritual practice. So many things have happened...BECAUSE of BG3. I'm blown away by it all.

I hope, seriously hope, that I don't lose any of you. I know that seems like a silly thing considering we all grow and change. Life takes us away from the things we love, or we find new things...I know it's not reasonable to expect everyone to stay here in this like corner of Tumblr. But I genuinely hope I don't lose touch with y'all. No matter where life takes us. I hope we will be pen pals forever.

Thank you, BG3. Happy Anniversary.