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B Plot
Isabeau still can’t confess, and Siffrin needs to clear their head. Which means it’s high time for a sidequest.
Act 1, Scene 2. West Dormont. Isa’s hand hovers near your shoulder. You try to look inviting, but you must not be very good at it. He’s already pulling away.
Okay. This is it. Go time.
“You can touch me,” you blurt out.
“Wh— Hwhuh???”
No turning back now. “It just. Seems like you think you can’t? But—you can.”
(Full disclosure, this is literally just 5k words of Siffrin trying to flirt, because he's not the only one who needed a break. Spoilers thru Act 3)
You don’t make the pun for Isa. You don’t say hi to Loop, either. You just sit on the ground and stare at the grass.
“Wow, stardust,” Loop snorts, “thanks for the warm welcome. I missed you too! But tone it down a little, will you? All that enthusiasm could get a little overwhelming!”
Near your foot, there’s a leaf growing out from a fallen branch, glossy and bright like it thinks it’s still attached to the tree. Like it thinks it’s still alive. But of course you know better. It’s already dead. It just doesn’t know it yet.
“Sooo~, what’s up? Give me the scoop! The latest and greatest, teehee!”
The leaf is always growing out of the branch, and the branch is always on the ground, splintered and slowly drying. Does the loop last long enough for the leaf to dry out, too? Does it die every day, like you do? Or will it spend the rest of eternity in a state of blissful ignorance?
“You beat the King again, right? That’s cool! You’re getting pretty tough! Keep it up and pretty soon you’ll have nothing to be scared of! Aside from, you know. All the existential dread.”
You watch your hand reach out to close around the leaf. It comes loose with a gentle pop.
“Oh, come on, at least pretend to listen. You’re good at that, teehee!” When you still don’t react, their tone sours. “The silent treatment is really not a cute look on you, you know.”
Even with nothing to hold onto, the leaf still looks offensively alive. You crumple it between your hands and then shred it into tiny little pieces. There. Now it’s just like you.
—There’s a startling clap! as Loop claps their hands about an inch from your left ear.
“Stardust,” they say firmly. “I’m a patient star, I really am, but if you keep ignoring me, I’m going to get grouchy.”
Very slowly, you look up. “She didn’t know anything.”
“...The head housemaiden?”
You nod.
“About Time Craft, you mean?”
Another nod.
“Oh,” Loop says softly. “Well. I suppose that’s to be expected. Maybe no one does, anymore.”
You shrug.
“B-But you still have leads, don’t you? Didn’t you have a few more questions for the K—”
“I don’t want to talk to the King.” The last time you tried to talk to the King, your actors looked at you like you were something monstrous. Subhuman. Like something they’d scraped off the bottom of their shoes. You wound up letting him kill you just to end the loop faster. But you’d forgotten how much the King’s final blow hurts.
“Okay, but—”
“Will you stop?” you demand. You don’t want to talk about this. You just want—
—but there’s no point finishing that sentence.
The two of you sit in silence for a while. Probably you hurt Loop’s feelings. Somehow, you can’t bring yourself to care.
“Stardust,” Loop says at last, unexpectedly gently. When you glance up, they’re looking away, picking at the—not skin—the gummy celestial membrane that covers the pads of their fingers. They don’t have a mouth, but if they did, it would be frowning. “I think you might need a break.”
“Haha!!!! Ahaha!!!!! Do you think???”
“I don’t mean from the loops,” Loop says impatiently. “I just mean… Ohh, I don’t know. From fighting the loops? Of course I can’t directly relate, but—from an outside perspective, I think that trying to break the loop is probably sort of… not-good. Ah. Psychologically.”
You stare at them in stony silence.
“So maybe you need a B plot!”
“…A what?”
“You know. A B plot! Like in plays? It’s what the side characters get up to while the important people are off dying and falling in love and things!”
Wait. “You watch plays?”
“I am a star of culture, you know,” Loop sniffs. “I just think you could use a win! Take a break from fixing the laws of physics to focus on something a little more achievable, hmm~? Just for a few loops! Just to clear your head!”
Your mouth scrunches to one side. Unfortunately, they’ve caught your interest. “Like what.”
“Like, ah… oh! What about your touch therapy? That was fun, wasn’t it? Here, look, I could hold both your hands!”
“It doesn’t count,” you mutter.
“Oh, no? And whyever not?”
“It just doesn’t.” You can’t really explain why Loop doesn’t count. You just know that they don’t. The first time they elbowed you, you didn’t even flinch. To be honest, it barely registered. Like knocking your elbow against something not alive, or trying to tickle yourself.
Loop rolls their eyes. “I’ll try not to take that personally.”
* * *
They’re right, though. You need a break. But you’re not going to get it by holding hands with Loop.
* * *
You spend the rest of the day thinking about how to take a break from a temporal prison that is categorically, explicitly inescapable.
“Umm,” Isa whispers over dinner. “Sif? Are you, um, okay? You seem a little off.”
You probably should have expected this. Isabeau is always paying attention to what you’re doing and not-doing. But it never goes anywhere, because he’s too afraid to say it.
…Oh. Is that anything? You think it might be something. You already know that Isa wants to touch you. But he doesn’t, because he thinks you don’t want him to. Because you can’t tell him, and he can’t ask. So instead you’re both stuck here, not knowing what’s true.
What would it take to make him brave enough to say it? How obvious would you have to be before he could feel safe?
Your eyes narrow. Maybe you really do need a break.
You can read the rest on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55543246
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Hello, may I offer my Tav (Kalius). She is a criminal ranger who will do anything for Minthara 💜
This is the first time I got a Minthara-mancer here that I remember and may I say, she is so, so gorgeous I truly love her design, also your virtual photos? Truly beautiful omg
I have one thing to say, all praise the absolute
I truly hope I did her justice, is this piece canon compliant? I don't know but I loved too much both the one where she's sitting on her throne and the one where she was holding the netherstones that I couldn't just not drawn them both
Hope you enjoy my humble offering
#The Tavern Draws your Tav#TTDYT Batch 2#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3#bg3#bg3 tav#tav#not my tav#bg3 act 3 spoilers#<- mostly because of the netherstones and the absolute stuff#act 3 spoilers
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Hey Larian why can't I mention to anyone that the squid man tried to get in my (Ember's) pants? If that happened to me in real life I don't think I'd ever stop talking about it
#Ember voice: [laughing nervously] what the fuck?#also to be clear: The Emperor? smash#but Ember is in a committed relationship ok#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 comic#baldur's gate 3 comic#bg3 astarion#bg3 emperor#act 3 spoilers#my tav#sharky's tav#tav: ember#oc: ember#sharky art
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Thinking about how Cazador chose to use a rat king as his symbol. An allegory for being in his family, ensnared, an omen of impending doom and death; So clearly stated as a reminder to the spawns what their place is.
Astarion not seeing his reflection for two hundred years feels a lot heavier if you think about how Cazador unrelentingly forced this view point on him.
This is how I see you. This is what you are. You will be forced to eat away at yourself to survive. You are doomed.
The door really brings it all together, how unyielding he was in his cruelty.
Im sure someone’s addressed it better but I was ponderin
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#astarion#bg3#astarion ancunin#bg3 astarion#astarion gifs#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate astarion#baldurs gate iii#bg3 gifs#baldur's gate 3 gifs#dark urge spoilers#act 3 spoilers#bg3 act 3 spoilers#bg3 act 3#my edits
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A faint whiff - bg3 comic astarion,tav [tw trauma]
I wanted to draw something about astarion's perfum and his saftey blankets and gave them a little backstory. Maybe someone who cared about him when he was still alive put those blankets next to him, who knows~
also my artstyle changes every secound because I'm never happy with it, sorry. orz *sigh
well, I hope you enjoyed, sorry for mistakes
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Sex in a bed:
Boring, predictable, you might need to sleep in the wet spot.
Sex on your undead lovers grave:
Goth, silly, is some sort of symbolism about claiming your own life back, the leg thing.
#astarion#bg3#baulders gate 3#vampire#act 3 spoilers#astarion x tav#astation x durge#grave yard scene#the leg thing
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#ok captain obvious#but also SHART WDYM#astarion ancunin#bg3 astarion#astarion bg3#astarion#act 3 spoilers#bg3#shadowheart#bg3 shadowheart#shadowheart bg3
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Some Zevlor Things —
EDIT 12/2/23:
Added a few more things
A fellow Tiefling Hellrider, Tilses, is with him in the caves acting as his bodyguard. He sometimes calls her Tilly.
There is one bedroll in the caves shoved off in the far corner with a book titled "The Devil You Know: An Autobiography" - not sure if it's his personal writing or if he's reading it, either way it adds to the flavor of his of his tiefling pride (and/or anguish).
It reads:
Have you ever had a god change your blood? It is a horrifying thing, even for those who may desire it. Yet few tieflings wished for Asmodeus to claim their bodies, only be given no choice in the matter.
It is not as if we were well-loved before the archdevil's gambit. Our people have always struggled against the notion of 'devilkin', as if a single drop of infernal ichor inescapably corrupts. How amusing, when so many others willingly sell their souls to fiends, yet their culture as a whole escapes the blame.
By what method can we redeem ourselves, when the crime is not ours? I would drive a blade into every warlock that aided Asmodeus' damned ritual, but personal vengeance cannot undo the will of a god, much less one as slippery as the Lord of Lies.
When every passerby thinks you a thief and heretic, it is deeply tempting to become one. (cut off) The only thing that has stopped me is knowing Asmodeus wants nothing more than for all of us to fall from grace.
Around the his table are Invasion Plans for Elturgard, Traveler's Guide to Baldur's Gate, Traveler's Guide to the Sword Coast Vol IV: The Risen Road (which aligns when he tells you earlier there are gnolls on the road), and "Front and Center: a Thespian's Memoir" that reads:
"... in fact, the greatest joy of my life hasn't been acting, but becoming. When you choose a character to play, you don't just wear a mask - you take a little bit of their soul for your own. Whoever you are in your heart of hearts, if only by the faintest note."
Zevlor aside I think this is a sweet quote for the player and player character relationship <3
Dialogue in the Caves:
Zevlor: I Hardly need a bodyguard, Tilses. This isn't Avernus.
Tilses: No sir. At least the monsters there looked like monsters.
—
Tilses: Commander—
Zevlor: Just Zevlor, Tilly. We're civilians now, remember?
Tilses: With respect, sir — being a Hellrider is for life. They can't take —
Zevlor: They can, and did. Avernus changed things — best we get used to that.
Tilses: ... Yes, Zevlor
—
Tilses: The Watch or the Flaming Fist?
Zevlor: Pardon?
Tilses: When we get to Baldur's Gate. Where are we enlisting?
Zevlor: I'm done soldiering, Tilly. I'd like a clean start. But go with the Watch. You're too honest to be a mercenary.
—
Zevlor: No word from the scouts, yet?
Tilses: No sir. But if there's a clear path past the goblins, they'll find it.
Zevlor: Yes, of course.
ITEMS —
in the Chest there is a bronze goblet, 46 gold, and a battle-worn blade. On his person he has his gloves (Hellrider's Pride), an apple, a camp supply pack, and the key to his chest.
The blade says:
A fine by well-used sword. It seemed to have once belonged to a holy order, but the indication of rank and patron deity at the hilt have recently been filed down.
The gloves' flavor text says:
A waft of sulphur emanates from this proudly-kept piece.
Celebration at the Camp:
"I should be out there, talking with them. In... Just a moment, maybe."
"Is this everyone? Our numbers have grown so few..."
"No more. I can't afford to lose any more of them."
"No. Let them have fun. I'll be ruining it come morning anyway."
Mindfayer Colony:
Things he mumbles in the Pod:
The pod will show you his memories of Elturel:
After saving Zevlor, I forced myself to pick the "mean" options just to see how it goes.
If you tell him its his fault tieflings were imprisoned in moonrise, he says:
If you tell him "Do yo have a right to ask?" when he asks about the tieflings:
He doesn't argue with any of your remarks except one, when he says "For a moment I welcomed it" and you tell him "For a moment until you realized your reward would be a tadpole" he corrects you:
If you tell him if he wanted power he should live up to his own ideal:
If you tell him to get out of your sight:
When you tell him it's not his fault he was enthralled:
If you tell him "Fine. Good luck, Zevlor."
If you say you could use another blade in the fight to come:
At the Netherbrain:
(smiling <3)
"The journey has been brutal, but I stand here a Hellrider once more, and I would die a proud man if I died this day."
I know it's a Soldier thing to be proud to die for a cause but it still makes me worry for him given his background so far <:]
If you click on him, he has two unvoiced lines:
if you pickpocket him at this point, he'll have the same items on him as before (in this save he has a carrot instead of an apple for me).
His stats at this time:
(Steeped in Bliss is from one of my items)
Post Game (Patch 5)
I don't know if there are other permutations of this letter, yet, but this is what I received:
I hope my penmanship has improved somewhat in the past months. When I first stumbled into this city, I shook so badly that I could scarcely hold the soup the priests pressed into my hands - let alone write and thank you as you deserve.
It is only when the city itself began to shake that I felt my hands grow still. Along with the other veterans sheltering at the temple - discards of Elturel's 'unworthy' legions - I watched that monstrosity rise over the city. We felt no fear. Only anger. Disgust. Purpose - and with it, power.
I do not know what oath we cling to now, or how long it will last - but we shall use it to ensure that this city will not suffer as Elturel did. Whether it wants us or not.
It is more than thanks alone I owe. No words can make amends for what I did to my people, but that is as it should be. More come to the temple every day to aid in the relief efforts, and if I am permitted to work alongside them, then I am content.
Come and see us, when you can.
Zevlor
It's interesting — if not bitterswet, tragic, and inspiring — to hear that Zevlor and other Paladins regained their Oaths via pure, stubborn devotion to saving people when it began to look as bad as Elturel.
#zevlor#bg3#baldur's gate 3#act 1 spoilers#act 2 spoilers#bg3 spoilers#this man reeks of self loathing i want to bathe him in love and comfort#i also want him carnally#act 3 spoilers#bg3 meta
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I heard that moan. It's the incubus, isn't it? Enjoying your body.
#the amount of mirroring that astarion and tav/durge (especially durge) can have makes me want to rip my hair out#also this is my first gifset in 5 years. renaissance woman indeed#astarionedit#astarion#baldur's gate 3#act 3 spoilers#bg3edit#gifs*
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When all this is over, will you stay with me? For good?
#baldur's gate 3#bg3 spoilers#baldur's gate spoilers#lae'zel#lae'zel romance#lae'zel romance spoilers#lae'zel x tav#lae'zel x avatar#bg3#bg3edit#baldur's gate edit#baldursgateedit#baldursgate3edit#gamingedit#act 3 spoilers#my edit#my gifs#mine#otp: source of my joy
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My Tav ending their introduction to Lorroakan on an Intimidation roll
#i'm not jokin bitch#hands off the tief wiz#rolan bg3#bg3 rolan#bg3 lorroakan#lorroakan#bg3 spoilers#act 3 spoilers#baldur's gate 3#bg3
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im ILL im ILL. "corpse dollies" me when my little sister who's SO TALENTED at killing keeps KILLING IN THE WRONG WAY. FATHER!!!!!!! [points to orin's taxidermied mother] SHE'S DOING IT AGAIN !!!!!!!!! TELL HER TO STOP !!!!!! FATHER SHES WASTING TIME!!!!!!
#dark urge crankiest oldest sibling ever#father!!!!! she's mucking up my plan to enslave an elder brain!!!!!!#bg3 spoilers#orin the red#act 3 spoilers#the dark urge#baldur's gate 3
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REACH
#silvervictory#silv art#ultrakill#ultrakill spoilers#earthmover#eyestrain#traditional art#doodle#act 3 spoilers#act 3 and a new sketchbook. yay. :]#i made spiff cry over these and then lune made Me cry about them.. 😔
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