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soldier-poet-king · 8 months
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my gaming pc is just????? shot to hell???? IDK WHAT HAPPENED ive been trying every fix i know for the past 3 hours to NO avail and it's like
at this point i might have to take it in but idek WHERE to take it, i bought it custom in 2020, and i have fairly decent knowledge and have taken it apart and reassembled it, but whatever this is, is beyond my ability to diagnose\
i am truly just. SO upset. i would gladly welcome an asshole mainsplaining techbro into my home rn if he could FIX THIS without my having to spend a zillion dollars and play the anxiety waiting game for a professional diagnosis
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kane-san · 6 months
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i imagine hair down shadowheart would look like this because she’s always in a braid
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clownsecret · 1 month
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okay but tenderly, gently, oh so sweetly, breaking cazador. he's crying, trying to pretend he's not crying, torn between trying to pretend that this isn't happening and pretending that it is but he's still in control here. licking the tears off his face as he weeps, despite the bucking of his hips. your hands on his body, your tongue on his flesh, the vampire lord stretched thin between the hooks of arousal and revulsion, and that's how he comes, with your teeth in his flesh and your name on his lips, begging you- to stop? for more? harder? faster? all of the above?
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alcyonei · 7 months
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〈✖ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ✖〉
Yay for full design ref for Dóvenyth! Added some info about her, too. Idk how much I wanna reveal yet...
Artist's ramblings under the cut.
I did want to do a more detailed ref, but I kept getting caught up on making everything look perfect and rendered, then my joints started hurting real bad, so I did what I could.
The more detailed character sheet shows her when she's fighting, which I love cuz she has an almost counter-intuitive hierarchy of which style she uses, but it makes perfect sense for her.
I also am not sure how to approach explaining her backstory. I mean! Not like there's so many people expecting anything. But I do think it fun to not really explain a lot yet. Idk if anyone else will follow, or would care about Dóvenyth. We'll see!
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hellt00th · 8 months
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w-WAIT I DIDNT KNOW HE'D COMMENT ON IT
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troubadour-malin · 8 months
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Life is so hard
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kimmkitsuragi · 2 months
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i still cant get over how astarion approves of petting the owlbear cub. so mr evil vampire has a soft spot for the camp pet now huh?
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thatmivy · 8 months
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one bad persuasion roll really fucked me over.
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blujayonthewing · 6 months
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when is baldygate gonna patch in the ability for my friends to know I already have a girlfriend
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bishkebab · 1 month
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Honestly a little flustering that they wrote an entire character and storyline in bg3 just for me. Like shucks what did I do to deserve this? Lying on my stomach kicking my feet and rolling back and forth giggling and using my big fluffy pen to doodle pictures of Astarion in my diary rn
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spunkymoth · 7 months
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BG3 Question/ Opinion Poll
What's the more Evil route for an Evil bg3 run?
Choice descriptions below! READ FIRST!!!
And please add on or discuss in tags and such I'm curious what others think and if anyone has additional ideas.
NO MERCY- Killing Everyone. ALL NPCS Dead. No witnesses. No mercy. No companions. No alliances.
Killing Almost everyone. - ALL NPCS dead. Only 3 Evil/Neutral companions left alive. Companions encouraged to be evil or die for your needs. Alliances allowed but can be broken for nefarious reasons.
Killing Sparingly- Only killing when necessary or expected. Killing mainly Good/Neutral NPCS. Only Evil/Neutral NPCs left alive. Companions encouraged to be evil or die your needs. Alliances allowed and respected.
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soldier-poet-king · 10 months
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Totk ending DID make me cry okay
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panicbroadcast · 7 months
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(𓁹󠁘◡𓁹)
ahhh fuck
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star-bastard · 8 months
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*through gritted teeth* Fionna and Cake will cure me Fionna and Cake will cure me Fionna and Cake will cure me Fio
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ditzydisko · 9 months
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flowercitti · 9 months
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Hi, I read your one Astarion story "wanted to kiss your skin and your everything." First I would like to say it was so good it kinda made me wanna cry it was so sweet it's definitely one of my favorites I've read. :) But I saw at the bottom you said about a request so I was wondering if you would be willing to write a fic about Astarion and Asexual Tav/Reader. I honestly don't have any other specifics, but I haven't seen a lot of Ace content with BG3 which I understand but I would really love to see more. Please don't feel pressured or anything, thank you in the least. Have a great day or night :)
Wahh thank u sm I’m so glad you enjoyed that fic! 🤍☺️ and thank you sm for sending a request, I really love this idea! 🫶 here’s a little Drabble 🫶.
Fluff/Gender Neutral Reader/Ace Reader
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You can’t say you’re surprised when Astarion propositions you. He’s open and flirtatious and he seems to now exactly what he’s doing, as well as being so wholly aware of the affect he has on people. He may not be able to see himself, but he’s learned well enough from the reactions his pretty face garners.
You agree with that assessment, he is rather beautiful, but when it comes to sex—
“What?” Astarion seems nearly speechless, his silver tongue gone heavy in his mouth as he blinks, coming damn close to outright stuttering, “I—I mean, surely you—I’ve seen how you look at me!” He huffs, looking frustrated and confused and completely thrown off.
It’s almost endearing, to see him grow so flustered, his suave persona melting through his shock. You can’t help but smile, “I’m just not really interested in sex. That’s all.” You shrug, and Astarion looks at you as if that tadpole in your head has finally started to transform you.
“You’re still very pretty and utterly charming, don’t worry.” You inform him, and Astarion chuckles, if only out of disbelief.
“Good to know I haven’t lost my touch.” He sniffs delicately, looking away from you, his full lips pursed in a slight pout.
You watch him shift from foot to foot nervously, ruby eyes regarding you warily, brows pinched as he seems to wager whether you’re lying to him or not.
“You don’t want me, then?” He says carefully, a faux sort of lightness infused in his tone. You see through it immediately. His eyes always give him away, glittering in the moonlight and fanned by dark lashes.
“I didn’t say that.” You manage a step closer, chewing on the inside of your lip, “It’s just the sex I don’t want. Everything else—I’m interested.”
“What else could you possibly want from me, then?” He seems to blurt, his mouth twisting out of confusion rather than anger, his gaze flickering away anxiously.
Something in your chest pangs, a painful churn behind your ribs. He looks like he believes it, like he thinks you’re teasing him or leading him on. You frown softly, holding your hand out between the two of you, leaving it open for him to take should he choose.
“I could show you, if you’d like.”
He stares at your hand like it’s a live trap, like it’s fit to spring its spikes into him the moment he reaches out. There’s a strange flicker of emotion that shifts across his face—relief, consideration, fear. His mouth parts, a quiet breath pressing past his lips as he considers you, seeming not to notice the long seconds that pass by. But he keeps his eyes steadily on you as he slowly slips his fingers over yours. His skin is unnaturally cool, perfectly smooth and untouched by calluses. You can nearly see him shudder from the simple contact, his face twitching in surprise, crimson eyes like pools of shining blood.
“I don’t see the point of this, surely there’s more I could do for you—”
You shush him, delighting in the scandalized look he rewards you with, “No. I like this more.” And you think he does to, more than he lets on, more than the sex he had been tempting you with.
His eyes are strangely glassy even as he huffs, looking down at your joined hands.
“You have better not be playing me.” He mutters, but he sounds nearly breathless as you thumb gently over his wrist. Your other hand comes up to hold his between both of yours, as if you could press heat into his lifeless flesh.
“You’ll just have to wait and see, then.” You say playfully, but your fingers are delicate as they trace the bones of his knuckles, finding the lines of his veins. You’re closer now than you were before, Astarion’s eyes just slightly widened as they regard you. His fingers shift in your hold, his thumb pressing experimentally into your palm.
He looks as if he’s never done this before, surprise and awe dancing over his face despite how hard he attempts to hide it.
“I suppose that I will.” He rasps, his head tilting to the side in wonder, and you meet him with small smile.
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Astarion-flavored Requests are still open 🫶🤍 thank u sm for reading.
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