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in another life we’d be oomfs so i could send you jayvik edits to motion picture soundtrack

this is incredibly funny. how did you fuck up this bad

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Time for bg3 portraits! Want to start with these two

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he is driven to drink

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joy's not even trying to be a bitch about it they're genuinely like wow that's so cool that you can turn into a little bat i'm so happy for you :) i'm sure you're having an epic fulfilling time in your giant empty mansion. yeah no i'd love to hang out again sometime it's just kinda busy being a literal god with my literal god husband. you know how it is.

meanwhile shadowheart's the one who actually takes over baldur's gate

postgame dynamic between joy and ascended astarion is like having an ex who you amiably broke up with except now he keeps trying to rope you into his new multilevel marketing scheme

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postgame dynamic between joy and ascended astarion is like having an ex who you amiably broke up with except now he keeps trying to rope you into his new multilevel marketing scheme

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randale's act 1 mostly batshit takes on all of the party

karlach - one of his most wildly incorrect assumptions. thinks that, of course, as a ten-year veteran of the hells, that she's Scary. in addition to that though he feels that, with hunting down the paladins being non-optional and her going a little bit wild and setting thing on fire afterwards that she's wildly unpredictable, easily angered, violent, and controlling

shadowheart - he sort of respects that she's secretive and protective of her privacy but also does not trust that one bit. her casually talking about her history torturing people has him pretty convinced that she's likely to try and sacrifice him to some fucked-up surfacer god

lae'zel - he doesn't really appreciate just how damn nice and considerate she is, considering her whole situation. likes that she's upfront, doesn't like that she tries to cause such a scene in the grove, figures it won't be long until she strong-arms her way into being the leader and forcing everyone to go to the creche (which he does NOT trust), likely through violence

wyll - another ridiculous misconstruction, but instead of making the more common mistake of thinking wyll is naive he just thinks "rich brat on a power trip wanting to feel self-righteous". he worries that the four mentioned are essentially having a power struggle to be leader of the group

gale - he's not entirely wrong about gale - he is in fact a wizard with an ego who meddled with incredibly dangerous magic and doesn't even seem that regretful - but doesn't really see any of his good qualities. would've kicked gale out of the party but karlach spoke up for him

astarion - also technically basically right about astarion, since he did in fact lie to him, kill him, and then tried to gaslight him about it. but since randale doesn't realize that everyone else considers him the leader (and in fact assumes that he's going to get ousted from the group if he isn't careful) he thinks the entire attempted seduction thing is just astarion being a mocking asshole

nobody likes randale. everyone's having a very trying time

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tired and full of mistrust

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some old joys i guess i never posted

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the worst there ever was❤️

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white + gold is a great evil party combo

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he's sooooo normal

romancing gale on an evil run (esp evil durge) is wild btw

act one

Gale: This is the worst moment. When the screams of the dying have faded, and the conquering hordes howl and yelp as they come to their vile climax. Gale: Massacre. A spectacle of slaughter. And I participated. Gale: What are these bloody stumps that used to be such delicate harpists of the Weave? Joy: Perhaps we've gone too far, but what's done is done. Gale: No! Gale: Two shadows are darkening my soul. The shadow within and the shadow without: Gale: You. Gale: You led me down this path. Joy: I'm sorry you feel that way. Gale: It's time to stop making excuses. Gale: I don't know myself anymore. All this… It's not who I am. Around you, I'm not who I want to be. Gale: I should leave. Joy: Stay. We make each other stronger. We make each other survive. Gale: Yes. Yes, I suppose we do. Few things are more powerful than the will to live. Gale: But carnage such as this… The shadow within is spreading like poison, corrupting kindness and compassion. Gale: I thought the orb to be the greatest of my sins, but I see now there are darker depths to which I might yet sink. You may be content to sink into that abyss, but I assure you - I am not.

then act 2

Gale: It's quite thrilling, to fight off such grim creatures as this region throws at us. Especially being at your side. Gale: I once read a book that explained in some detail the effect a brush with danger has on one's desire for… other forms of stimulation. Gale: Have you ever read anything on that subject? Joy: Read it? I could have written the thing. Gale: I believe you. You never look so beautiful as at the end of a stirring battle, your cheeks flushed, gaze bright, muscles glistening… Gale: Perhaps it's just the thrill of our near-undead experience talking. But standing at your side through such darkness and disrepair, it only makes me want you more. Gale: Unfortunately this is neither the time nor place to indulge such feelings. So, we must be patient and push all such thoughts aside. For now.

guess that abyss isn't looking too bad now, huh?

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romancing gale on an evil run (esp evil durge) is wild btw

act one

Gale: This is the worst moment. When the screams of the dying have faded, and the conquering hordes howl and yelp as they come to their vile climax. Gale: Massacre. A spectacle of slaughter. And I participated. Gale: What are these bloody stumps that used to be such delicate harpists of the Weave? Joy: Perhaps we've gone too far, but what's done is done. Gale: No! Gale: Two shadows are darkening my soul. The shadow within and the shadow without: Gale: You. Gale: You led me down this path. Joy: I'm sorry you feel that way. Gale: It's time to stop making excuses. Gale: I don't know myself anymore. All this… It's not who I am. Around you, I'm not who I want to be. Gale: I should leave. Joy: Stay. We make each other stronger. We make each other survive. Gale: Yes. Yes, I suppose we do. Few things are more powerful than the will to live. Gale: But carnage such as this… The shadow within is spreading like poison, corrupting kindness and compassion. Gale: I thought the orb to be the greatest of my sins, but I see now there are darker depths to which I might yet sink. You may be content to sink into that abyss, but I assure you - I am not.

then act 2

Gale: It's quite thrilling, to fight off such grim creatures as this region throws at us. Especially being at your side. Gale: I once read a book that explained in some detail the effect a brush with danger has on one's desire for… other forms of stimulation. Gale: Have you ever read anything on that subject? Joy: Read it? I could have written the thing. Gale: I believe you. You never look so beautiful as at the end of a stirring battle, your cheeks flushed, gaze bright, muscles glistening… Gale: Perhaps it's just the thrill of our near-undead experience talking. But standing at your side through such darkness and disrepair, it only makes me want you more. Gale: Unfortunately this is neither the time nor place to indulge such feelings. So, we must be patient and push all such thoughts aside. For now.

guess that abyss isn't looking too bad now, huh?

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joy is incredibly disappointed when they go along with astarion after the goblin party and he was genuinely just trying to seduce them. they got really hyped thinking it was a farce to try to kill them and that they'd be dramatically fighting to the death with their bare hands in the middle of the woods

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joy the evil durge who recruited everyone in the party because they really wanted to see someone explode into a mindflayer. alas, life is full of disappointments

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Ast*rion simps stop bitching about the rat diet banter in Wyll tags challenge

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kiran is, of course, afraid that the urge will take him over and that he'll hurt someone (again) - but even more than being afraid of physically hurting or even killing his loved ones, he's probably most afraid of what it would to wyll mentally. for him to have put all that faith and trust in him and to be wrong. to bear the weight that he'd inevitably put on himself for not killing him when he had the chance and dooming who-knows how many innocents in the process

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More explorations through the parsed dialogue files. The nymph in Sharess's Caress (the one whose Fist client turns into a mind flayer) offers you a "moment of ecstasy" in return for saving her life - and apparently there are some character-specific dialog options for all of the origin characters (minus Lae'zel and plus Minsc) regarding their deepest desires. And I'm kinda having a lot of feelings about it.

Naoise Nallinto: The all-being. Here, there is no suffering. Here, you want for nothing. Here, you are anything. You have one word. Tell me: what will you be?

DARK_URGE: Sane. Naoise Nallinto: You are sane. Time dances on in sequence, the winding path of time evens, and becomes straight. With a quiet head, you can once again hear the song of the birds and the wind in the grass. You pluck a flower, and it does not bleed.

SHADOWHEART: Whole. Naoise Nallinto: You are whole. Within and without, free from expectation and the crushing burden of solitude.You are the entirety of you. Every path outward leads to adventures yet unknown. Every path inward leads to dreams eternally fulfilled.

ASTARION: Safe. Naoise Nallinto: You are safe. The winds of fate blow you to the warmest of hearths in the most cordial of inns. Your seething passions lead only to pleasure. The touch of the sun comforts your flesh, but never burns it.

KARLACH: Alive. Naoise Nallinto: You are alive. Your senses vibrate with sensation - smell, taste, touch, sound, sight. All alert to the beauty of now. The sound of your heart - your heart - beats a steady rhythm: Hello, hello, hello.

GALE: Wise. Naoise Nallinto: You are wise. The erudition of the ages flows through you and from you, illuminating the scholars who seek your counsel. You know yourself, for such is the beginning of all wisdom. When souls would drink the waters of learning, you are their font.

WYLL: Free. Naoise Nallinto: Then be free. You are an eagle, the most divine of messengers, soaring above the peak of Mount Sundabar. No man or woman, no devil or demon, no goddess or god dares confine you within one border or one creed.

MINSC: Minsc. Naoise Nallinto: Er - you are Minsc. You are the most Minsc. Wherever you go, there is only Minsc. Every step, every breath, every thought shall be - the Minsc-est. (DEVNOTE: Confused but making it work.)