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#late forties to mid fifties

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i hate this weird trend in fandom where subtext is seen as a Bad Thing and is only done if the creators are too cowardly to commit to showing something. i hate to break it to you but nuance and layers are what make stories interesting, if you have no subtext then you have a very flat story

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#bg3 #minthara!!

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when internet people are like “i love gothic literature but i hate anything that discusses incest, sexual violence, oppression, misogyny, abuse, torture, gore, murder, or death”

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baby snoopy this, baby clifford that, baby gromit blah blah blah. what about baby kermit???????

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what do you mean you don't want to talk to every single npc and explore every single area in a video game

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#bg3 #HER!!!!!

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Little lambs 🩸

#bg3 #orin the red

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#(tav playthrough) minthara lae'zel shadowheart #in my durge playthrough the only one around is gale #so him lol

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Mom says it’s MY turn to be the victim on the sacrificial altar 

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Finding songs for your OCs playlist like

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Gortash In Hell

Based on this post and my love of Karlach. The Hells are beautiful this time of year.🌻

#bg3 #screaming #one of my favourite lines in the whole game #this is so beautiful op

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observation

bg3, durgetash, rated e, 2300 words

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Anara wonders if he can actually see her or whether he’s just looking where he expects she will be. Maybe she can even pretend not to have seen anything, or even been in the same room later when he waits for her reaction. That would bother him to no end. But her own heart beats so hard against her chest that she’s sure he can hear it in between his own heavy breathing and the woman’s little moans, the rustling of their clothes, the sound of his fingers sliding through her hair as he holds it away so he can look at Anara.

#bg3 #fic rec!

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First Meeting

#bg3 #this goes insanely hard op

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In honor of lesbian visibility week, i present Archbutchess Gortash and her femme fatale gf as the new evillest women in Faerun

(Ngl they look pretty much the same but ykno boobs)

#yes YES i adore this #bg3

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Monster, mine

There is a beast haunting the city, and there is a tentative reaching of hands across the table. 7k, The Dark Urge/Enver Gortash, CW violence, sexual content, mentions of slavery

From The Histories of the Bhaalian Temple, attrib. Korimand Grey

There are many forms of Bhaal, and all of them inspire dread, from the shape-shifting unknowable to the giant form of the ravaging vengeance, but his greatest gift and greatest curse is that which he grants to his most esteemed and loved, for that is the form of true death itself.

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There is a beast haunting the city. It is not the first; indeed there have been many creatures that have been subject to this rumour spreading across the fishwives and the sailors through the common folk to the gentry. The Beast of Rivington Hill was merely a shifted Druid, the simple folk of the small town too sheltered to know the difference. Others were sea creatures disturbed from their nest that required simply the right huntsman, or conjured devilkin escaped through portals direct to the hells (he knew them well) or other such monsters brought to this plane by magic. This beast, however, is truly something special.

It has been over a decade since a Slayer has burst through the flesh of a man within the walls of Baldur’s Gate on Returning Day. He was not a direct witness to it sadly, but the panic it wrought held a special place in his heart, tearing open a gash in the side of the Patriars that he could stick his fingers into with ease. It marked the moment of ascent from mere man of the city to something more, the moment of change, of power granted to him via the mantle of Lord, and now it had returned, well. He was not perhaps a superstitious man, but it feels like a promising omen.

The Slayer is a form holy to Bhaal, this much he knows. It is documented in the downfall of Jon Irenicus over a century prior, in texts imported from Amn into the great libraries of the city. He had sought to steal its form, to claim its power for his own, and there are notes on his work, on his methods, that he has annotated as part of his studies for years. It is not so dissimilar, not so removed from the documents he has sifted through at Moonrise, or the book that was sent to him with regards from Balthazar.

That is to say, there is great promise in the form of a tame monster.

Read it on Ao3

#bg3 #fic rec!

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btw every time i say 'oaaough' or some variation of that i am trying to convey this emotion