#shadowlands spoilers

[dragoon811]

OK so arthas art makes me think of arthas and just like...how sad?...his story was.

like I've read the book. i've played the game. i've done the icecrown quest where that little boy walks you through arthas' takeover there.

like ouch

but the shitty part? Uther chucking his spirit into the maw and him just...flickering out.

Do you know what I WANTED? I wanted us to fight Mal'ganis/the Jailer and his spirit to step in and help. I wanted Arthas to be somewhat redeemed. But no.

We got "oh hey what's this wee widdle flicker aww it's gone".

No. I wanted paladin Arthas, with grief and rage, shattering something that had trapped the players and sacrificing himself for good.

That's what he deserved. That's what we deserved.

#shut up dragoon811 #arthas feels #shadowlands spoilers #wow #world of warcraft #arthas

[wolfish-loup]

yo idk if you're keeping up with stuff or avoid spoilers so dont read more if you do but aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa THALYSSRA+LORTHEMAR IS CANON THEY'RE MARRIED NOW guy gonna need a butler to carry a box around for him to stand on

Spoilers Spoilers Spoilers for the Spoiler tag - At least someone is getting a happy moment. But dear lord could they have fleshed out their relationship IN GAME at least? I know there's a timeskip, but if you didn't read that short story you wouldn't even know they were a thing. If their kids aren't called BloodBornes I'm sueing.

#spoilers #dragonflight spoilers #shadowlands spoilers #world of warcraft #anonymous #What was she thinking not marrying Liadrin instead... :P #I kid I kid I like Lorthemar #he will need a lifetime supply of crates Invest Now!

[bevirspnsblmnt]

when you just finished fkng on top of a grave, but you have feelings you gotta sort out (they're just nekkie, but since I dont know the state of tmblr cens0rship - and I had drawings flagged where people were fully dressed before) you get the white halo of doom - but you can see the full pages on my twitter!! I drew some nice butts so pls check them out :3c)

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 spoilers #khael tav #disegna e bevi #khael was this close to let astarion ascend because he was in a Not So Good Place at that point #the shadowlands fucked him up then orin killed yenna and at that point he couldve just let it all go #he only dnd bc he got scared of the kind of person that would made him #I have so many feelings about my baby boy and I cant put them all in these tags I realize jdsjfjsd #I just wanted to play a silly himbo barbarian #otp: Warding Bond

[werewolfcandy]

NONONONONO NOT MY BEST FRIEND KHADGAR

#shadowlands spoilers #9.2.5 spoilers #you can see my immediate upset #please... not him

[hungryblackbird]

The curse has been lifted, the lands cleansed of the shadows. Ketheric's reign of living death is over. Your courage has been tested, and in this, at least, you have triumphed.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3edit #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #oc: séadhna andrus #otp: divine calculus #bg3 oc #bg3 tav #mrdekarios #userfray #miyku #gamingedit #videogameedit #dailygaming #my edit #my gifs #i loved the scene of leaving the shadowlands so much #being able to get a brief glimpse at the good you had done..... #tags w my otp tag because they look at each other sdfkjsf #my coloring is a bit inconsistent but this scene was HARD #also the last gif had to eat it in quality cause i didnt wanna trim it more than i already had lmao

[svarttrost]

I love how for me environmental banter in Act 2 has just turned into my Tav stating something about a thing and Astarion immediately chiming in with a witty remark, and the rest of the party just standing there like 😐

#currently the silent bystanders in this couple's vacation situation are Karlach and Halsin #it's been like that ever since we stepped foot into the Shadowlands #it also kinda fuels my headcanon that after one particularly perilous encounter in the githyanki creche in which my Tav almost died #Astarion had a sliver of a revelation about his feelings about Tav not being as transactional and superficial as he'd like to believe #(he was the first to scream at her to 'don't you DARE die like this' when she got downed) #and ever since he goes above and beyond to make himself present in anything she does and shadows her wherever she goes #covering her blind spots and stuff like that #and responding to everything she says just to hold on to that feeling that she's okay now and she's not going anywhere anymore #not if he can help it #he still hasn't figured out what it is he's feeling exactly (hence 'the talk' hasn't happened yet) #but he's getting there ❤️ #astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #bg3 spoilers #astarion spoilers #svart plays bg3

[amani-outrider]

I'm doing the final story line for 10.2 and THESE fuckers are in the REAL WORLD this is Amirdrassil outside the dream?!

if these guys can show up in the physical world then GET RENATHAL IN HERE STAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#i know theres some mumbojumbo of the fact the tree had ardenwealds power or whatever but still #free my mans from the shadowlands #let me see my venthyr homies #10.2 spoilers #kind of

[wakinguponsaturday]

It's always 'why did you stay up until 2AM playing video games when you have work tomorrow' and never 'how was finding the Nightsong? Sparing the Nightsong and permanently changing the course of Shadowheart's life looked fun'

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #shadowheart #have brought her everywhere since getting to the shadowlands. would not deny my girl a single piece of shar lore #and now look what ive done to her. crisis of the soul be upon ye #em.chats

[suitetarts]

mosquito bite

Astarion x Original Female Character, Dark Urge Tav (Good) Angst/Comfort, Blood No Bite, Kissing, Fluff (Link to AO3) On a peaceful night in the Elfsong Tavern, Astarion comes across a mosquito and sees himself: a blood-sucking parasite. He continues to grapple with his past traumas and future prospects. His lover, a strong-headed and good-hearted drow adventurer, tries her best to help him. Astarion and Delilah are both works-in-progress, struggling on their way to becoming better people and not giving themselves nearly enough credit. They talk and make out a little bit. :)

Now part of a (loose) series: [Next One Shot]

Gentle strums of a lyre filter through the bricks and beams of the Elfsong Tavern. Boisterous drunks and seedy patrons have long since found a berth to sleep, and only the wistful musician dreaming of lovers would dare to intrude on the silence of this twilight. The candles inside the second floor have been dormant for some time now. Long shadows from the oil street lamps drape over fine furnishings, reaching out with clawed hands at those who have yet to rest.

A familiar buzzing sound and a light whisper on his forearm brings Astarion’s attention away from the lyre’s muffled melody as he lies restlessly in his bed, a welcomed luxury even on another sleepless night. He watches the insect as it dances on his skin and prepares its proboscis to pierce him. Astarion smirks, then a flash of anger crosses his elegant features before crushing the bug under his index finger. A red stain is left behind, blood seeping into the crevices of his fingerprint. Astarion can’t help his body’s sanguine hunger pains at the find; a plump mosquito waltzing right up to him would have been a welcomed meal for the previous 200 years.

A creak of floorboards sends Astarion into a panic. His instincts scream at him; he’s fucked, he’s been caught. If it's Dufey or Godey, the elf will be fine if he can just lick the blood away quickly and try to keep his petulant mouth shut, lest they beat him for being a nuisance. If it's any of his abhorrent siblings, Mr. Favorite Leon especially, then he’ll be begged to share. And gods above, if it’s Cazador…

Delilah was on her way over to have a midnight chat with her pale lover, as they often did in the past few months since getting acquainted with each other and the tadpoles in their heads. Afterall, in addition to the rest of their shared misfortune, a drow and a vampire spawn had much in common: a lack of trust in and from others, and dashing good looks, for starters. As she gets closer however, a rustling and sudden stillness makes her pause. She carefully pulls the canopy back from Astarion’s bed and is greeted by wide red eyes the size of dinner plates. His breathing is short and stuttered, and he looks both defiant and terrified.

Astarion is only vulnerable for a brief moment however, before he forcefully sharpens his eyes and puts on a rehearsed smile as he whispers, “Oh, darling, I was just, erm–”

“‘Just dreaming of my sweet succulent Dellie, until I was bombarded with a thought of Halsin’s greasy hair?’” Delilah sings quietly in a mocking impersonation of his patented cheeky drawl. As playful as she sounds, the slant of her own maroon eyes and her limbs still frozen in place from when she first saw his state betrays her concern for him.

The gig is up, if it was ever even possible to lie to her anymore. Astarion shrinks as she sits beside him. “It haunts me that he uses the same soap bar everywhere,” he says halfheartedly. She knows how to get him to talk - sitting comfortably in his lying, sad sack house of cards until he’s ready to let it fall apart.

“Ew,” Delilah laughs, her eyebrows still stitched together in concern. His rehearsed smile fades into a quivering frown, and he turns to look at her through his dark eyelashes. Her heart swells with equal parts love and pity, as much as she knows he would hate the latter.

She leans towards him, moving her arms to hover over Astarion’s lean form. The body of a vampire is not the most conducive to cuddling, thanks to the lack of any mass that isn’t bone, muscle, or cold skin. And in particular, in her limited experience, Delilah has found vampires to be choosy and fickle when they want to be touched. Totally understandable situation, of course, with all that Astarion has been through, but it can be like reaching into a mystery box every time she seeks him out. Delilah has learned this careful dance of respect and waits for a response.

Astarion’s mouth turns slightly upward and he purposefully sways into her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as she clings to his torso. He opens his mouth to speak, pauses, and starts again carefully, “You startled me.”

“Sorry. Were you having a bad dream?”

“Not technically.” After a pause, he continues in a higher tone of voice, “But also, the damned idiot down there doesn’t know how to keep a tune. It’s rather hard to sleep like this.”

She smiles into his chest. “You’re in a goose down feather bed with silk sheets at the finest tavern we’ve seen in months, and you’re complaining about the music?”

Astarion sneers and clicks his tongue against his fangs. “Darling, you’ve been sleeping on too many mushrooms and rocks underground if you think this is silk. The finest tavern in the Lower City is still in the Lower City. I feel sorry for your lack of standards.”

“By the gods, not this again.” Delilah huffs, her cackles raising in defense. “Silk is silk. You surface dwellers are the ones who make it so complicated, what with this being from Cormyr or that being from Calimshan.” As she’s talking with her hands, she feels a rumble of laughter in his chest and it only angers her further. She spits venom as she continues, “And for the record, all of your taverns are lacking from what I’ve seen so far. I’m loathe to see what kind of embarrassing shit holes you show me in your beloved Upper City.”

Astarion practically purrs at the sight of his little love all worked up. “I don’t recall you showing me anything better when we were in the Underdark.”

Delilah very nearly calls on the Weave within herself to smite him here and now. “You are so annoying–” 

She cuts herself off. His smug, smirking aura is palpable, in stark contrast to the frightened look she saw on his face before entering this embrace. Delilah recognizes this: a careful replacement of his mask. She can’t see his face from where she’s tucked into his chest, and Astarion’s tight hold is nearly a confession. She playfully struggles against him to free herself and he puts up a valiant effort, but any amount of force to keep her controlled could wake the others.

As Delilah turns to face him, her vision catches a small dark patch on his usually perfectly white shirt. She moves her body out of the way to allow light from the street to bring color to it, and she’s rather unsurprised to see its blood.

Astarion follows her eyes down onto the sleeve covering his bicep and groans. He turns his other arm around to see the mosquito’s body and the blood within has been smeared off. A few months ago he would have nearly mourned the loss of perfectly good blood and sucked what he could salvage out of the linen fibers like an animal. Tonight, though, it's just an inconvenience. Even as he complains, a genuine smile in his voice seeps through, “Gods. I just bleached this too.”

She pulls at the fabric of his shirt with a sigh. “Come on then, my love. Let’s go take care of it before the stain sets.”

The pair make their way out of the tavern and into the street, stealing a washing board from some poor sod’s balcony on their way to the nearby public fountain and freshwater spigot. The late hour has Delilah and Astarion almost sleep drunk now that they’ve left the comfort and stillness of their rooms, although their whispers and softened footsteps are tame compared to the shadowy debauchery of the darkened Lower City streets.

Delilah clutches at her stomach as they approach the fountain, quickly finding a seat on the cold marble as she contains her mirth. “I couldn’t believe the look on Shadowheart’s face. She was so mad.”

“Ha! You’d think I stabbed her,” Astarion giggles.

They both work through the laughter, with her preparing the bleaching chemicals and him beginning to pull the stained shirt over his head. The streets are mostly empty, but not barren enough for Astarion to want to flaunt his infernal branding. Before he can even truly hesitate, Delilah hands him her outer robes to cover up with. His bashful glance is all the thanks she needs, and she quickly paws at him to get him out of his white shirt.

Delilah attempts to make quick work of the stain, being careful not to unnecessarily stress the aged fabric that Astarion has spent so many years tending to. His eyes twinkle boyishly as he watches her fumble with the washing board.

“Any harder and my poor blouse will burst at the seams. How old are you to be washing fine clothes so carelessly?”

Her head whips around murderously fast, her eyes on fire and her mouth already in a scowl. “Like I’ve told you a hundred times, I’ve never had to take care of my own clothes before, you ass!”

Astarion laughs at Delilah’s anger, although he quickly corrects himself with a series of “No, no, no!” ‘s as she appears to grind his shirt mercilessly into the metal. A smug smile emerges from her face as she reveals the shirt looking no worse for wear. He dramatically sighs, having been duped by her using his own sleight of hand tricks against him.

At this rather mundane affair, the world seems to pause. The soft yellow glow of dozens of oil lamps, the swaying of flower baskets as the sun’s light begins to set the horizon ablaze, the foggy echoes of jolly parties hanging low to the street’s cobblestones as the city gets ready for a new day, it all pales in comparison to her. Fiery passion but also seemingly limitless understanding and grace for a wretch like himself, and she’s an attractive, powerful drow? It’s almost something he could have expected to see in a porn pamphlet. Astarion can’t help himself from retreating to the hiding spaces of his flirts and creature comforts, but she makes it so easy to be real.

“Del, I–” Astarion starts, but he stutters and loses his steam. As far as she’s concerned, the whole city falls quiet at the sound of her name from his lips. He finds Delilah’s gaze, the deep red wine of her irises reflecting the world around her except the one thing she’s staring at.

Her lips pull sweetly into a smile as her wet, warm hand finds his icy grip on the fountain’s edge. Delilah takes her time before she breaks the silence.  “This is nice, isn’t it?”

“I’m not sure I’ve ever had anything this nice,” Astarion says with a bitter laugh. He pulls at the collar of her robe with his free hand, feeling the soft fabric shift over the scars on his back. 

“We can have this all the time when the brain is gone,” she coos.

Astarion shakes his head, taking her index finger in his hand and pointing it towards the sunrise. “Not this. Not when my tadpole is gone.” He pulls their hands back towards his chest and sighs.

Delilah hums in thought. She could be difficult in her bratty drow fashion, but instead she says mournfully, “This is so beautiful and warm. I'm sorry.”

“Before I got kidnapped, I’d forgotten. And being warm was just–” A parade of lovers flashes across Astarion’s mind, hundreds and thousands of warm kisses and steamy nights all ending at Cazador’s gilded doors. He grunts out of his nose, gripping Delilah’s hand tighter. “I learned to stop missing it. But to lose it again?”

“Everything is different now, Astarion.” She clasps her other hand over their conjoined hold, pivoting on the ball of her foot to kneel in front of him at the fountain. “We can travel the world by its shadows and find a way to cure you.”

“You have no idea how much I want to believe what you say, my love,” he murmurs, too tired to bite his words.

Delilah’s anger is a constant simmer in her blood, perhaps leftover from the black, murderous tar of Bhaal’s heritage. She has struggled against this part of herself in every way, shape, and form, but seeing Astarion like this gets her boiling.

“Believing is for children and liars.” Delilah’s soft features sour on her words, the acidity pulling Astarion away from his self-loathing. “Belief in shitty gods has done neither of us any favors. No, trust me,” she spits. He leans in towards her and hangs on every syllable, her breath hot on his face. “You helped me break my chains to Bhaal. I will cure you of this curse. Trust me–”

Lips crush against hers, Astarion’s grip on her hands loosened by the conviction in her voice and the sweet nectar of her mouth. Delilah gives a short muffled protest before pulling her hands up to cup his face. He opens his eyes briefly, seeing the morning sunlight dancing on her freckled gray neck and his blindingly porcelain arm. Two delicate creatures of darkness, here in the sun. Who is to say he doesn’t belong?

Astarion kisses her and kisses her and kisses her, until his teeth hurt and her hair is twisted in knots in his hands. She licks into him; her warm, pulsing tongue dragging across his fangs. He groans, his muscles tensing painfully like an over-tuned instrument. “You drive me mad,” he gasps into her mouth.

Delilah pulls away, touching a finger to her tongue and almost disappointed to find it unbloodied. The radiant flames she lit in his chest threatens to burn him whole. She’s wrecked and slovenly, a wretch at a public fountain with hair hanging loosely across her face and a muddy flush to her cheeks, and to Astarion she’s positively divine. He’s starving, pulling her in for more.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #astarion x the dark urge #astarion x durge #astarion x tav #astarion x female tav #astarion fanfic #bg3 fanfic #bg3 romance #astarion acunin #drow tav #fluff and angst #angst and comfort #sooo self indulgent this is for ME #every man i write kisses my characters until his teeth hurt its my calling card #in game delilah hasn't even gotten to the shadowlands but this is my wish for her #i did not proofread and you can tell #also to be clear my tav oc delilah is bi/pan

[honeysulani]

nature begins to heal itself again..

#bg3 #bg3 oc #bg3 spoilers #bg3 tav #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate oc #ALSO BYE BYE SHADOWLANDS

[fangbangerghoul]

Ghoul in the

Keeping the post under the cut to avoid accidental BG3 spoilers for anyone. TW: sexy spiderman and not the marvel rendition

Kar'niss was off putting to the rest of the team but Ghoul kept her good eye on him as they made their way to The Moonrise Towers.

Ghoul thinks she may have found the problem, Shadowheart. Why are all the old men so hot...and...immortal?

The group met a lovely nurse who was extremely helpful. Ghoul hopes she has a nice day. The doctor was not as nice, but that problem was solved quickly.

One distraction led to another and now Ghoul and her companions are in the middle of the Gauntlets of Shar. Shadowheart seems excited but the rest of them did not see this one coming.

#bg3 #bg3 screenshots #bg3 spoilers #bg3 kar'niss #bg3 act 2 #ghoul vibes only #baulders gate 3 #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 ketheric #bg3 shadowlands

[aliceofclover125]

On the topic of more interactions I'd want from BG3: revisiting Gale's comment about transactional relationships with the gods

I play a tempest cleric, and the dialogue option I chose was that not all of us have such a transactional relationship with our gods—to which he replies that there still has to be SOMETHING u want in return for your faith

Playing Durge brings that interaction into a whole different light, bc that's what Durge is stuck in with Bhaal. But in every single situation of transactional relationships, whether with a god or not, the person giving has too much taken. They're used and discarded when they're no longer of use. Gale and Mystra. Astarion and Cazador. Shadowheart and Shar. Lae'zel and Vlaalkith. Wyll and Mizora. Karlach and Gortash. Orin and Bhaal. Durge and Bhaal. Durge and the Emperor. All of them are nothing but transactions that benefit one and not the other—and our protagonists are absolutely fucked over by it

And then, by contrast, u have relationships where nothing is expected, and these characters thrive. Shadowheart and Selûne. My cleric Durge and their goddess Mielikki. Astarion and Durge. Lae'zel and Durge. There's a freedom gained and a space for healing when a relationship exists out of a selfless desire to simply help someone. To just be friends

It's such a GREAT contrast and I wish we could revisit that and have Gale realize it too

#Mym speaks #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #text post #bg3 spoilers #i have A Lot of feelings about this #Durge prays to Mielikki for such small favors and she LISTENS and GRANTS THEM #all bc Durge holds unwavering faith in Mielikki #Durge asks for help to deal with a poisoned drink? she grants them advantage #Durge asks Mielikki to help Mol win a chess game against Raphael? she gently guides Mol's hand to victory #and depending how u want to view it #Durge can pray for protection against the Harpers in the Shadowlands #during the whole misunderstanding at the inn #and who just happens to show up? Mol #Mol who knows Durge and knows they're good and kind and defends them against Jaheira #Mol who returns the favor Durge granted them unknowingly by saving one of her kids #idk man it's just. really good

[wolfish-loup]

spoilers super spoilers dragonflight spoilers shadowlands spoilers mega spoilers hoping its fake but spoilers anyway ooh I wish I didn't wake up today Blizzard what are you doing? Stop kicking the Nightelves Why you gotta hurt my girl even more?

#spoilers #dragonflight spoilers #shadowlands spoilers #have I said spoilers enough? #they probably won't even have the courtesy to give her a gf #Maiev? Jaina? Ty's gonna need a shoulder to cry on now more than ever.

[citrusbunnies]

i love the trope of like magic weapons leaving cool colorful scars like demon hunters having green scars not just from their transformation but from demons theyve fought maybe green black ones like the one on vol'jin? scars from frost enchanted weapons having a blue shimmer and a red one from flame ones or maybe burns from magical fire that shimmer in the light or still burn occasionally like the magic that hit them is still trying to burn them, scars or wounds on forsaken or death knights glowing with the ghostly blue that the lich king is shown to be represented, a different blue than frost scars, by like a permanent reminder of whos service they were once unwillingly tied to, or the scars from nature attacks like solar flare and lunar strike glittering under their respective celestian entity, or scars from the magic like vining puncture scars from vines entwining a druids hands before entangling roots are cast or mages hands being not perfectly flawless like people joke but layered with glittering marks that only show at the right angles from messed up spells or ones too powerful for them to have cast at the time or shamans with magic burns or sharp cuts on their arms from winds kicking up debris and water slicing them at speeds great enough to cut the armor of their enemies that missed a little and hit them too and from restless elementals or people like jaina and kadghar who went grey from exposure to greater amounts of mana than their bodies were supposed to handle their eyes shine purple from the raw arcane in the right light or when casting more powerful spells or tyrande with oh so faint scars slightly darker than the rest of her from where the dark spots from her taking on more of the night warriors power to try and kill sylvanas and and night elf in range if their eyes ever return to normal theyre darker like the new moon still holds them in her hand and speaking of sylvanas her with the great wound from frostmourne in the center of her chest, blue and ice cold to the touch and glittering with necromantic magic no matter how close to the fire she sits, a place she carefully covers with her armor no matter how skimpy it appears she makes sure to cover that spot because she tolerates no weakness especially not from herself, blood elves with ghost blue scars from the blades and claws of the horrors that attacked quel'thalas, night elves with green tinged scars from the fel influences that refuse to leave their forests, and scars from the old gods that seem more purple and black than should be possible without an infection but none show symptoms and the odd scars from the minions of the old gods maybe make people hesitate to be as helpful as they would otherwise because if they left odd scars maybe they left some madness too, anduin and other holy people like priests and paladins and especially the lightforged, their scars tend to heal with a golden tinge like the light itself is intervening to keep them safe, maybe healing from different sources leaves wounds healed oddly like holy healing maybe making someone glitter for a while, not permanently unless it was a bad enough injury to scar even with magic but for a few hours, nature healing leaves someone finding leaves and flowers in strange places, someone with a head wound finding a flower in their hair or leaves dropping off someones shoulder or side after they move once healed and scarred wounds leaving bark growing like the nature magic is trying to protect them from getting hurt again idk im having so much fun coming up with ideas for all of these so maybe expect more later

#world of warcraft #warcraft #wow #worldofwarcraft #dragonflight #world of warcraft lore #world of warcraft #world of warcraft shadowlands #world of warcraft dragonflight #wow dragonflight #wow shadowlands #wow spoilers #maybe? #tyrande whisperwind #tyrande #sylvanas windrunner #sylvanas #jaina proudmoore #jaina #anduin wrynn #anduin #khadgar #kadghar #idk how its spelled so im covering my bases tbh #druid #wow druid #death knight #forsaken undead #night elves #night elf

[dontmesswithnoheroin]

I finally got the romanced spawn!Astarion epilogue and my first epilogue in the game I'm ,,,,,,,,,,

I need to lie down

#listen #I mean we could talk at length about how amazing it is that they added the epilogue to the game and how it rounds up all the character arcs #people have been talking about it at length and I dont know if I have anything new to contribute #but I have to talk about the 6 months you get to spend with your romanced companion #the way they just opened it up to the player's imagination while simultaneously making it so warm and meaningful #Astarion saying the last 6 months with tav counterweights the 200 years of torment healed me on levels deeper than i can comprehend #all the characters stressing how they should keep in touch which is so important to do with your friends irl in such a busy world #the immeasurable spark of creativity this game provided to so many people is SO IMPORTANT #since yesterday I've been imagining what my tav and Astarion have been up to during those 6 months #I've been imagining Shadowheart in her hut #Halsin restoring the Shadowlands #Jaheira rebuilding Baldurs Gate #I've been experiencing CHILDLIKE WONDER OF IMAGINATION at 28 fucking years old #in the past 2 months this piece of media has been a life vest in the ocean of hopelessnes #and now I get to live on and create these stories in my head #something that I thought I'd lost #art 🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌 #im just so grateful #bg3 #bg3 epilogue spoilers

[colors-purple-and-green]

thinking about parallers between Dark Urge and Shadowhear

#I'M SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM #JUST THINKING ALL THE PARALLERS BETWEEN THEM #both grew up pretty isolated and lost their parents as kids #Hhh and they both wanted to be 'loved' by their god #And both have constant reminders their gods are watching them #And making sure they won't stray away from their path or influence #(Shadowheart's scar and Durges butler/urge) #(In shadowlands Shadowheart is so happy that Lady Shar 'loves' by protecting her from the shadows') #(And if durge prays for bhaal they feel they father 'love' in a moment where they stop Durge's heart until they fear for their love) #THESE TWO MAKE ME GO CRAZY #AND THEIR RESPECTIVE ENDINGS TOO #BOTH CAN ACCEPT THEIR ROLES FOR THEIR GODS PLANS OR REJECT WHAT THEY HAVE BEEN TAUGH #Anyway yeah just... i love Shadowheart/Dark Urge so much #Bg3 #Shadowheart #The dark urge #Bg3 spoilers #So yeah hopefully there are more shadowheart/dark urge lovers C: