#v: bg3

[stellsaria]

@starlixir liked for a Adam starter!

Adam really wished he paid more attention in his regional geography class now that he was somewhere on the coast with the very vague knowledge that Baldur's Gate was somewhere inland. Not that he could even tell from where they had all camped for the night, that fact he wasn't alone out here was greatly comforting, he certainly would have died by now otherwise. The Bard knew how to survive on the streets and back alley's of a city, but the wilds where an owlbear or goblin raiding party could be behind every bush? Not a chance in the nine hells he'd last more than an afternoon.

He shook the dreadful thought from his mind with a quick literal shake of his head as he spotted one of his campmates and wandered over in the hopes of distraction and to actually get to know one of the people he's travelling with. "Hey, Nova right? Just wondering, does your beautiful hair naturally have that blue or do you dye it with something?" He said with his standard flirtations, that he for some reason couldn't not slip into every interaction, he really was a bard stereotype wasn't he?

[critcast]

closed starter for @murderreign !!

The forest was eerily quiet as Seraphina sat near the flickering campfire, the flames casting dancing shadows across her pale face. The night was cool, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine. Her silvery white hair, still tangled from the chaos of the nautiloid crash, framed her sharp features as she stared into the fire, lost in thought. She could feel Malphas’s presence, a constant whisper at the edge of her mind, but tonight he was quieter than usual, as if even the demon was uncertain about this new situation.

Seraphina glanced across the fire at Serkan, the man she had barely known for a few hours but who now seemed to be her only companion in this strange and hostile world. His presence was unsettling, to say the least—there was a raw, violent energy about him, something she couldn’t quite place but had felt keenly through their brief connection via the tadpoles. The visions had been disjointed, filled with blood and violence, flashes of carnage that she had no context for. It was clear that Serkan was dangerous, but he was also an enigma. The lack of memory he claimed to have only added to her wariness.

The fire crackled, sending a spray of embers into the night air. Seraphina wrapped her dark robes tighter around herself, the symbols on them seeming to pulse faintly in the firelight. She wasn’t used to this kind of company—most people stayed far away from her, either out of fear or respect for her powers. But Serkan was different. They were bound together by more than just circumstance; the tadpoles inside them linked them in ways she couldn’t fully understand yet. And that made him more than just another dangerous stranger. It made him necessary.

After what felt like an eternity of silence, Seraphina finally spoke, her voice soft but carrying an unmistakable edge. “You don’t remember anything about your past,” she said, not as a question, but as an observation. Her eyes met his, searching for any sign of deception or even the smallest flicker of recognition. “Yet the violence… the blood… it’s not something that’s just… forgotten. It’s ingrained in you, like it is in me.”

She paused, her gaze turning back to the fire, watching as it licked hungrily at the logs. “Do you ever wonder, Serkan,” she continued, her tone more introspective, “if these tadpoles are more than just parasites? If they’re not only feeding on our minds, but on our darkest memories, our most primal instincts… like some kind of… twisted mirror?” She looked back at him, her crimson eye gleaming with a mix of curiosity and caution.

“We need answers. But until we find them, we need to survive. And to survive, we need to trust each other… at least enough to get through this.”

Seraphina fell silent again, the weight of her words hanging in the air between them. It was the most she had spoken since their escape from the nautiloid, and it felt strange to be so open, even if only a little. But in this uncertain world, she knew they couldn’t afford to be anything less than honest, even if the honesty was tinged with the darkness of their shared circumstances.

She kept her gaze on Serkan, waiting to see how he would respond, if he would meet her halfway in this fragile alliance. The night was long, and the fire was warm, but Seraphina knew that the real test would come with the dawn. And with the inevitable stirring of Malphas.

[wolfbluff]

The silver in your hair glints under the moonlight; it makes itself known with every passing day, yet your face betrays your years. Perhaps adventuring has taken its toll, though you cannot be certain that is the cause.

Still, your reflection wavers with every step further into the cold water of the river. You've found a moment alone, whilst the others have occupied themselves elsewhere, to bathe the day's dirt and grime from your weathered skin.

You have no quarrel with who might see, should they look beyond the perimeter of the camp, but heightened senses detect a presence behind - given away by the soft shuffle in the damp clay of the shore and the sound of cloth falling from another body like your own.

You hear her before she speaks, accented tongue sharp as ever.

'Hope you don't mind the intrusion..."

A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, even though she cannot see it. Your hand continues lathering soap across your breasts, your stomach, only pausing as Jaheira wades through the water behind you, stopping only to lightly slide calloused hands along the curve of your hips - softer, now, with age. You shiver at the touch, not out of surprise but how warm she feels in comparison.

"No, now I have someone who can reach my back," Laughing, you turn your head and meet the glint of Jaheira's eyes in the dark, teeth bared in a smile of her own accord. Her hands follow your words, rubbing along the small of your back, toward your shoulders ( and over that old, ragged scar that divides diagonally across your spine ), carefully spreading lather over your skin, and then, cupping water to rise it away.

"You were lucky to survive such a thing," Jaheira remarks, but doesn't push. You've told her the bloody tale of a love scorned by the desire for power, but she knows not to speak on it further. Her fingers carefully knead along its edge, working scar tissue into something a little more pliable; it acts up, now and again, after a long day. "Luckier still, to have met when we did."

Perhaps a stroke of luck or coincidence - or the gods, too - have played their part. You turn your head back, rinsing soap from your torso that wades above the waterline before finally turning around. Your hands reach to draw the other woman closer, breasts pressing together before lips meet.

[yunhuntress]

@torntruth for Kristen

The battle was intense and it had just begun. Through the heat and haze of fire burning around the area, Fang kept standing. She was growing a bit tired but she still stood firm keeping Kristen's back well protected from enemy attacks. Her own body was bleeding in a few places but she refused to fall.

With sword in hand, Fang waited for the next surge toward them both before swinging and utilizing the strength in her free hand to throw enemies to the ground. She lost herself in the moment of being a weapon herself. Blade cut through flesh and pierced armor to cull quite a few people before she turned to glance toward Kristen. "We should think of an escape plan!" she shouted over the sounds of yells as another surge of enemies came toward them. Fang cursed while wiping blood off her face with the back of her hand. Adjusting the sword in her other hand, she positioned herself to handle the next wave.

"I did say I'd keep you alive, didn't I? I don't fall back on my promises."

[deviltreaty-archive]

being infected with the tadpole puts a damper on rowe's plans for seeking revenge against those that had his family assassinated a year prior to the first act of bg3. but trust me when i say he's not forgotten, for even a second, what his real and true drive is. he just has to make sure he doesn't die / become a mind flayer before he can achieve his goal.

he does not discuss his plans / past openly with the companions, and in cases where he is a companion himself rather than tav, he is a hard egg to crack. it's hinted at, his drive and trauma, but never put into words well into act two and after you've gotten high approval with him.

[fromgallowsandgraves]

headcanon: Pretorius

 In verses where a version of Pretorius exists (v: silver screen, v: bg3, etc), I think he’s a smart enough man not to blatantly drug a literature-loving polyglot known for his wrath and thirst for vengeance… especially not just to silence him for a few moments.  He’d subtly drug the creation for research purposes if he thought he had a reasonable chance of getting away with it, and may have done so in the past, but the Creature likely has no idea just how much Pretorius is using him. 

The friendship is also, I think, as genuine as it can be for someone like Pretorius, who does intend to give him everything he thought he wanted when they met.  Pretorius doesn’t even necessarily want total obedience – though the would-be god definitely does want a form of worship from his creations.  He also wants them to become a major force in the world. 

High fantasy Pretorius, especially, would definitely try to control the reanimated man if he saw no other way to get what he wanted, though.  He might also attempt to kill (and then possibly raise) anyone he cared about enough to no longer be interested in Pretorius creating another like him.  But so long as a little kindness is enough to make the Creature adore Pretorius and go along with the vast majority of his plans anyway, why do anything that might put their bond at risk?    

[aeternxm]

starter for @kusatta ----- ( astarion )

it's BARELY a glance up, not even a second passes before avery puts their head down again. if they stay out of sight, keep to themselves then SURELY people would leave them to their own devices, right?

wrong -- apparently, as what they can only describe as a very... loud? obnoxious? no -- none of those seem to fit QUITE right. regardless, the man makes his way over to avery's table and while there's no verbal disapproval at first, the look that they shoot the other practically SCREAMS ❛ sit anywhere else for the love of the gods-- ❜

❝ seat's taken -- sit somewhere else. ❞

[lazylittledragon]

some beach babes i started while i was on holiday <3

[galedekarios]

while i did a gifset to showcase an armour set, i was also intrigued by just how different the animation is for the wizard class vs gale's unique animation:

wizard class animation

gale's unique animation

it's amazing to see not only just how quickly gale performs the somatic component of the spell, but also his efficiency of movement compared to the standard wizard animation.

there's a world of difference here, the difference between a wizard vs a prodigy, an archwizard and chosen.

[nooskadraws]

the wizard of waterdeep ✨💜🔮

[dmbakura]

the dark urge and astarion trying to out edgelord each other

[stellsaria]

@starwrittenfates sent in: ❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ (Synnove to Adam)

Adam smirked slightly. "I think I'd more than like your company, my Lady." Even in troubled times likes these, with tadpoles in his head and news of his home, Baldur's Gate's stalwart Duke Ravenguard abducted by Cultists, he couldn't stop his compliments and flirtations.

[critcast]

closed starter for @wildskissed

The morning light filtered through the dense canopy of the forest, casting dappled shadows on the ground as the wood elf stumbled forward, their heart pounding with a mixture of fear and desperation. The memory of the Nautiloid crash was still fresh in their mind, a blur of twisted metal, shrieking voices, and the sharp pain of the tadpole burrowing into their skull. Now, disoriented and aching, Fox had only one thought consuming them—finding Whisper. The bond between them had always been strong, a thread of magic that tethered their souls together, but now it felt frayed, weakened by distance or worse. Each step through the underbrush was a silent prayer that Whisper was safe, that the abduction hadn’t torn them apart forever.

But then, a sudden ripple of chaotic energy washed over the forest, causing the leaves to tremble and the very air to vibrate with an unsettling hum. Fox froze, their senses sharpening, eyes narrowing as they scanned the surroundings. This was no natural disturbance; it felt wild, untamed. Instinctively, Fox reached for the connection with the earth beneath their feet, drawing on the calming presence of the land, but the magic in the air was volatile, unpredictable—someone was struggling to contain it.

Cautiously, Fox moved toward the source of the disturbance, their steps careful but swift, driven by the urgency of both their own plight and the need to restore balance to the forest. As they pushed through a dense thicket, they spotted her—a figure with auburn hair, her form trembling with the effort of holding back the chaotic surge of magic. Fox’s breath caught in their throat as their head suddenly throbbed, the parasite within them reacting violently, as if sensing a kindred presence. The realization struck them hard—this woman was infected too.

Ignoring the pain, Fox stepped closer, their voice gentle but firm as they spoke, “You’re not alone in this… I can help.”

[wolfbluff]

This lighting for Rama is so.... good.

[hattersarts]

isobel & aylin commissions for @mxjinn !

[deviltreaty-archive]

☄. *. ⋆ closed starter (bg3) for, @moonache

a statue of selûne stands over them, pallid in the color of it's stone & soft with the expression on it's carved face. shadowheart stares a moment too long, and rowe catches her— the way she cradles her hand like it was a wounded animal rousing a quiet concern from the depths of rowe's chest. " i won't ask you what it is . . . only if you are alright. "