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featherwurm · 13 hours
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Karlach - Infernal Engine Exhaust Diagram
Thinking about diagrams* - maybe I'll go back in and do something more detailed later, but I was just thinking about connecting veins to exhaust. Gave her a dual cylinder engine this time, since it looks more like a heart than a single cylinder one. Also gave her short hair and two horns - probably not long after healing up from surgery. Whatever devil drew this had some hint of artistic interest, putting some detail into the face.
(Infernal script is just loose notes.
*I like diagrams. Maps too.
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volno · 7 months
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the fact that Githyanki is the least picked race for Tavs is a fucking crime, because they have some of the funniest dialogue choices available and my current run is unintentionally hilarious because of it. Here's some personal highlights from act one:
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baldursgays3 · 15 days
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Happy Lesbian Visibility Week! ✰ inspired by (x) ✰ reminder that T*RFs can fuck off, only interact if you love trans & nonbinary folks ♡ more under the cut!
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cower-before-power · 3 months
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As Mortals Do
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Pairing: Gale X Fem Reader
Summary: As much as you enjoy being with Gale in the Weave, you love being with him just as he is more- aka All The Ways Mystra Missed Out
Warnings: Implied sex, very light grinding, mentions of oral (both on Gale and reader), I guess a smattering of angst?? But mostly soppy romantic, sexy fluff. MINORS STAY AWAY!
Word Count: approx 1300
A/N: I haven't written anything for ages but I'm obsessed with BG3 and Gale, just had a little idea and decided to jot it down. I hate hate hate Mystra, Gale deserves all the love and adoration just as he is, and this is me giving it to him haha. I'm not a Weave sex expert, nor do I know for sure if Gale and Mystra did it outside the Weave, but this is my fic and I'll do what I want!
Mystra is a fool, you think.
It’s not a new thought. You often find your mind turning to the goddess, and the depths of her raging stupidity. How she cast aside a man so full of love and devotion, a man whose heart bled worship and loyalty, a man who gives and gives and gives. A man like Gale Dekarios deserves to be loved as much as he loves, to be held near and never let go of.
Her loss is your gain, you think to yourself smugly, as you lay on your lover’s chest, the two of you basking in the sweet afterglow of your lovemaking. Gale is all yours now. His mind yours to delight in, his body yours to lose yourself in, his heart yours to cherish as the precious thing that it is.
You do not intend to replicate her mistakes.
“I can hear the gears in your brain turning, love,” Gale’s rich voice rumbles softly under your ear. “Spare a thought?”
You prop yourself up on an elbow, allowing yourself to drink deep of his satisfied visage before you answer. Gale is truly a vision after you’ve wrung pleasure from him, eyes aglow and face flushed, happiness exuding from every pore. You keep the image tucked close to your heart, a special treasure for you and you alone to revel in.
“I was just reflecting on the folly of your previous lover, darling. As I often do.”
Mystra’s name no longer brings pain to his dark eyes. Instead, he quirks a brow, no doubt curious as to the train of your thoughts.
“Oh? And in what way do you find fault in her this time?”
You brush your fingers along his cheek, his forehead, the slope of his nose. His skin is warm and slick with sweat. “I couldn’t help but think how foolish of her to never have you like this, in this mortal plane. She missed out greatly.”
Gale catches the hand tracing his face, bringing it to his mouth to kiss each of your fingertips. A shiver of delight skitters up your spine.
“How do you figure that?” He asks, lips moving to press more kisses to your palm, your wrist. You want to melt into his gentle devotion, but you have a point you wish to make. Gently, you prise your hand from his grasp, settling it over his beating heart.
You grin down at him. “Don’t mistake me, sex in the Weave is incredible. Every time you take me in there, I’m drowned in ecstasy. Our very souls meeting, entwining like that? It’s not something I ever thought I’d experience, and I’m thrilled I get to. With you.”
Gale smiles at that. “I’m glad to show you those delights, my love.”
“But,” you lean forward and press your lips to his quickly, gently. “as pleasurable as the Weave is, it skips a lot of my favourite parts.”
Gale’s mouth opens, no doubt to inquire what you mean, but you silence him with a firmer press of your lips.
“Your ethereal paramour did not have many glorious experiences, darling,” your breath mingles with his as your lips brush teasingly. “She did not get to feel the smoothness of your lips the graze of your beard against her skin as you kiss her. Or how it bites deliciously against her sensitive inner thighs.”
You nip his bottom lip softly, relishing in the hitch of his breath and the flutter of his lashes.
“She did not smell your scent, sandalwood and mulled wine and bound leather, and how it mixes with the musk of sex and passion into an elixir I wish I could bathe in.” To drive your point, you lower your face to rest in the crook of his neck, inhaling a generous lungful of said aroma. It sends a visible shudder right through you, and you feel yourself already wanting for your wizard again.
Your tongue sneaks out to lave a long stripe up the side of his neck. and the soft groan that tears from Gale’s throat makes your whole being positively ache with need.
“She did not taste your sweat, the salty tang of your spend. She did not feel the wonderful heaviness of you on her tongue, the little twitch right before you spill. Or see the way you look so thoroughly and splendidly debauched after I’m done with you.”
You climb atop him, hands braced on his chest as he grips your hips harshly. Gods above, he is a truly beautiful sight. You think you are the luckiest woman in all Faerun, to have such a man beneath you.
“She did not get to feel how warm you are inside her, how delicious it feels to be flooded with your seed. How connecting in that base, physical manner can feel just as wonderful as a merging of souls.”
To emphasize your words, you grind your hips against his, mewling softly at the feel of him growing between your thighs. Gale himself is practically panting, his sweet brown eyes nearly swallowed by dark lust, his own hips rutting up into yours mindlessly as he hangs on your every word.
You lean over him, chest to chest, face to face. Close as close can be, just the way you always want to be.
“She missed out on so much you have to offer,” you whisper, “and I’m not sorry for her. I’m greedy, all of this-intimacy, unconditional love, an equal partnership-with you is mine and mine alone.”
Gale snaps then, leaning up to capture your mouth in a voracious kiss. You sigh and sag into him, letting him devour your mouth as his hands wander the expanse of your naked skin. His kiss excites, his touch inflames, your bodies melt together like they were made to be entwined.
You firmly believe they were.
Lips meet, tongues dance, sighs and groans mingle in the soft moonlight. You soft whimpers of delight however, are soon abruptly turned into a squeal as he flips you under him. “Gale!”
Your wizard simply smiles down at you in awe and reverence. You think his eyes might be glassed with unshed tears. “My love, your words….I would ask if you truly mean them, but you’ve been quite the persistent one in making me believe my own worth.”
You return his smile. “I am annoying in that way, aren’t I?”
“Doggedly so,” Gale teases, kissing your nose as it scrunches up at his jesting. “But, I appreciate it. More than even my verbose vocabulary can explain, if you can believe that.”
You giggle. “My wizard of words? Unable to explain something? I certainly cannot believe it.”
Gale’s smile turns salacious. “No matter. I’m learning the benefit of expressing myself physically when words fail me.” He shifts, hard as steel against you, and a moan strangles itself in your throat. “Now, my love, my light, my darling precious gem, shall I express my feelings on your lovely speech with my body? Allow you to enjoy all the things you just praised so eloquently?"
He shifts again, and you cant your hips upwards with a whine, desperation seeping into your pores. You want to have him, again and again again, unending, unyielding. You feel like you might go mad if you don't.
Gale’s reciprocation of your hunger shines down upon you like the sun. “Let me indulge in you, sweetheart,” he croons lowly, “let me bring you to the heights of pleasure. In all the corporeal ways that mortals do.”
Your heart cracks open, joy overflowing. There is no greater bliss. He is bliss, in all that he is and all that he gives to you.
“Yes, please,” you murmur, as Gale presses in and consumes you whole. “As mortals do.”
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willgrahamscock · 7 months
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GAUNTLET OF SHAR | Astarion vs. Shadowheart.
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catnipfelix · 8 months
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eesomepictures · 8 months
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God's Favourite Princess and the Most Interesting Girl in the World
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xavalav · 1 month
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I'm afraid to look within and find I've become the devil I appear to be.
happy end of wyll month! i spent a while working on this piece and it was actually inspired by this post :D
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dragonageconfessions · 4 months
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CONFESSION
I played all the dragon age games and now I finished Baulder's Gate 3 and I really enjoyed it despite not being too happy with Act 3 and how some of the characters have less content.
After playing BG3, I came to the realization that I believe both games should exist and one should not copy/imitate the other. I would personally miss all the companion banter if they got rid of it.
I believe people should let Dragon Age be Dragon Age and let Baulder's Gate 3 be Baulder's Gate 3. BioWare does some things better than Larian. Larian does some things better than BioWare. THEY DO NOT HAVE TO BE THE SAME.
And so help me if I see another post about the BG3 Studio need to take over Bioware, I am going to go off. I heard enough of that during the Witcher 3's heyday
Mod Note: Since you mentioned Witcher 3, I am going to share something. I used to get these massive manifesto sized submissions about how CD Projekt Red should take over Bioware. (I deleted them of course) I've received quite a few of them all the way to the release of Cyberpunk 2077. I have not received one since. I think many learned a difficult lesson that making shrines for companies for not being like the other companies really isn't a good thing because in the long run they will eventually end up doing the same things other companies do. And I have deleted about ten submissions about how Larian should take over Bioware. One was 2300 words
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viablemess · 5 months
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So I recently started a Gale origin run. And what I did NOT expect was day 1, Tara the Tressym showing up saying "your beard looks like shit, gods there is no hope for you. You're mother and I are worried sick. You haven't eaten enough. And you're still single???" And now I'm playing just for her
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destinysquared · 18 days
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Halsin/OC (COMMISSION)
Drawing I've made for JelTheDragon of their half-orc character with Halsin from Baulder's Gate 3. 
Thank you for commissioning me! Commission Prices/Info Here
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featherwurm · 4 hours
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I continue to think about them (Karlach and Tav.)
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volno · 8 months
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I can't seem to make fanart for this game unless it's also a shitpost.
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baldursgays3 · 6 months
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Bisexual & Trans Pride edits featuring BG3 companions ✰ [nb, asexual, pansexual, & pansexual version here] ✰ reminder that T*RFs can fuck off, only interact if you love trans & nb women ♡ more characters under the cut
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ohsayit · 7 days
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Stealing Zevlor's shirt
Saw a post about hc's stealing a few character's shirt. My brain decided to give me one for Zevlor.
The old man doesn't strike me as the type that owns things. Typical "just doesn't need much". After Elturel, he has even less stuff to hit the road with him. Anything going missing will be immediately noticed.
I imagine him getting a bit annoyed, especially if he needs the shirt right in the moment. There is only one suspect: you.
So he goes straight to you and gives a look of mixed admiration and impatience. He wouldn't request his shirt back softly. He simply gets to the point: "Give it back right now. I need it."
I am not sure what you want to do. I want to saunter over and play: "It was an awful load of work to put it on. You will just have to take it off yourself."
Of course I am the little bitch that mess with him and his schedule. That's all the fun part.
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my-chemical-mermaid · 7 months
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Playing Baulder's Gate 3 as an SG1 fan is so funny for me, everytime someone mentions Bhaal in the game I'm picturing this guy:
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