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[carryoncastiel]

It seems at some point they slightly updated Wyll's reaction to the player character getting aroused from licking the spider meat...now he's even more of a freak hehe

[kegareki]

astarion PLEASE fucking BITE ME ALREADY so i can talk to the swamp guy and get APPROVAL FROM YOU

[beangusu]

happy halloween :3

[reineyday]

the new bg3 cartoon!!!

shows off some of the new subclasses (swashbuckling rogue v cool!!!)

gives us a tiny shadowzel moment

but also then gives us shadowlach girlfriends/roommates??? bless 🙏💖

and someone in that house being team jacob 😂

also larian giving us what everyone's house in a modern au might look like,

except gale who may or may not be a wizard that just exists in game hahaha :')

and just realized, continue hc-ing what u want ofc, but according to the cartoon, with the boys: astarion is the shortest, followed by wyll, then gale as tallest

(only karlach is taller than gale, and lae'zel is the shortest in their whole group)

[soul-of-rei]

oh were really in it now.

what am i talking about?well.

[sugar-and-spite]

anybody know if they fixed the bg3 crash yet

[hypnoticgh0st]

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Chapter number: Seven Word count: 3.6K Themes: BG3, slow burn, original female character x astarion, dialogue heavy, canon adjacent behavior, angst, anxiety, trauma, fluff aka smut with a plot, Astarion has a foot fetish? Masterlist: Click here. Song inspiration: "Say Yes to Heaven" - Lana Del Rey Notes: This got steamy. First time writing a full-on sexy scene so hope it was okay. Rating: Mature 18+ / smut

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When Astarion and Wren stumbled through the opening of the ranger’s tent, they were both a mess of stifled laughter and raging lust. The vampire practically pounced on the half-elf woman from behind, his hands gripping at her breasts before quickly wandering downward, suddenly in predator mode and quite eager to explore other parts of her body. The little bird giggled and spun to face the rogue before she grabbed his wrists and extracted herself from his aggressive embrace, planting a soft kiss on his cold lips in the process. “Hold on… let’s get comfortable.”

The woman dropped to her knees, followed by the rogue, and took a few minutes to build her nest. The pillows Wren had scattered around her tent were rearranged, a few quilts were spread around to serve as ground cover, and her prized fur blanket, which she’d proudly pulled out of a dropped shipping crate along the Risen Road, served as the top layer to the bed she’d made for them. Both the rogue and the ranger had advanced dark vision, though only shades of gray... not good enough for the archer.

Wren found an amber jar and whispered a cleric spell, infusing the item with light that cast a warm, soft glow around them. Astarion found himself absently wondering if her mother had taught her that as he watched her readjust the tent with a mixture of confusion and fascination. She draped a handkerchief over the jar to dim it and placed the makeshift light in the corner of the tent. Then, the little bird smiled at the rogue, eyes still hooded, and pupils blown from the inhalants they’d consumed minutes ago. “Now… where were we.”

Astarion was, once again, entirely thrown. Wren approached this much differently than he or his past marks ever did; she seemed determined to romanticize and soften everything. He was used to unbridled lust and aggressive sexual encounters; setting and timing didn’t ever matter. Quick romps in an alleyway, in the dungeon, or in a bed that had seen the same lines and moves used on many of his marks… that was his area of expertise. The softness she’d just shown in readying a literal love nest suddenly made him quite nervous and flooded him with so many emotions that he couldn’t sort through fast enough.

Anxiety, guilt, fear, frustration... it all hit him at once. This was different territory and the rogue realized with a sinking feeling in his chest that his scripts, crafted over decades, didn’t apply here. They wouldn’t work; she’d see right through them. His confident, predatory nature slipped from his grasp and left behind a nervous, unsure elven man. The little bird pulled him towards her, moving forward to close to gap between them, her brows lifting and scrunching together as she watched his eyes.

The anxiety must have shown on his face — damn his eyes that Wren said “portrayed all manner of emotion" just moments ago. Astarion had spent several decades crafting a mask that seemed to fall from his face anytime she stared at him. In any other situation, with any other person, he would’ve simply shoved his feelings aside and performed. He’d been actually enjoying himself, until now, when things took a drastic plunge toward vulnerability. Suddenly everything felt much less like the games he'd grown accustomed to playing and too… real.

“Is everything okay, Star?” Wren whispered, the new nickname falling out of her mouth as if it was the only name she’d ever called him.

Astarion’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest. He’d only ever been referred to by his first name or “spawn” for as long as he could remember. The rogue, of course, had called many lovers any number of nicknames, mostly because he didn’t want to remember their actual monikers, but no one had ever bestowed one upon him until this moment. Another pang of anxiety and guilt. Was he still just toying with her? Or was she toying with him, in a way he could not see? Should he back out now, before it was too late?

“I… well, darling, frankly I’m not quite sure how to do things this way.” He admitted, with no small amount of shame; the damn Druidic herbs had him acting way too honestly for his liking. “Wren… I don’t know what it is that you want from me or what role it is I'm meant to play here."

“I want to make love to you.” Wren responded softly, as if the answer were quite simple and clear to her. “I want to learn your body... and I’d like for you to learn mine. I don’t want you to play any role; I just want you to be you.”

Astarion still wasn’t quite sure what she meant, but something about the earnestness of her voice and the softness of her gaze mixed with the inhibition-limiting druidic herbs pulled him closer to her. He was used to being dominant and in control during all his previous encounters; everything was quick, rote, and to the point… almost surgical. He’d always been the one approaching his victims, luring them to their demise, leading the encounter the entire time and preventing it from ever going off-script. The vampire knew sex and he knew it very well. But making love? Well, that was simply a concept he hadn’t deigned to consider.

“Do you trust me?” Wren asked, as she grabbed the vampire’s hand, lifting it to her lips and kissing the knuckle, echoing something he’d done on impulse the night prior.

The silver haired elf's heart fluttered at the tender touch. He felt the strange sensation that was standing on some sort of precipice; part of him wanted to jump while the other part begged he stay back. The vampire swallowed. “No…” He whispered, once again entirely too truthful. 'Damn these herbs.' He watched Wren’s face fall for a moment, the disappointment in her eyes almost too much for him to withstand. “But… I want to.”

At this clumsy confession, Wren beamed and -- 'gods above and below' --- she looked beautiful. The light from the jar cast her in a warm, near-angelic glow. The edges of her hair displayed their highlights, a beautiful burgundy halo around her. Astarion was entranced, positively engulfed in a spell of emotion. He took in a deep, shuttering breath, trying to steady his nerves; his eyes slammed shut. “I… Darling, I’m sorry, I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed.”

Wren was still smiling a soft, drug-hazed smile. She took hold of his other hand, which had been in his lap, anxiously toying with the leather of his trousers. “We can go slow. You can keep your eyes closed if you want.”

The vampire could barely bring himself to nod. And then Wren’s lips were on his in a soft, tender kiss. She brought his hands to either side of her face as she moved herself closer. A gentle press of Astarion's legs on either side signaled him to shift them slightly so that the ranger could position herself between him, her knees bent and straddled over his thighs. Her hands came to the sides of his face, mirroring his own, as she pressed berry-stained lips into his pale ones. Wren was so close to him in that tent, so focused on only him; he could feel her energy radiating towards him in comforting waves, easing his mind, if only slightly.

“What would you like for me to do?” Her voice was soft and almost sounded far-away, the medicinals slowly climbing towards their peak effect. Astarion swallowed again. He wasn’t used to being asked such questions and asking for what he wanted seemed to require great effort. His request came out in a shaking, nearly breathless whisper. “M-my ears… I do quite like when you touch them.”

The female ranger obliged, lithe fingers tracing their way to the vampire’s ears, toying with the lobes at first before drawing up to trace the pointed pinnas. The soft sounds Wren’s movements pulled from Astarion lit her desire aflame and she felt her own arousal bursting at the seams while witnessing his response.

The half-elf felt she could sit and do this forever just to listen the beautiful noises he made and watch the way his face lit up in pleasure. His lips parted slightly to purr in response to her ministrations and Wren felt her heart glow. Her lips moved to the left side of the rogue’s face and trailed kisses along his jaw, before her tongue found its way to his sensitive lobe. The silver-haired elf bucked his hips and let out a soft, strangle moan as her tongue brushed against his ear, his growing arousal was straining against his trousers and just brushing against Wren’s still-clothed pelvis as she wrapped her legs around him.

Astarion began to move now, eyes still closed, basking in the sensations that sent ripples of enjoyment through him. He gained just enough confidence to flutter his eyes open and let his pale hands drift slowly down to the neckline of Wren’s chemise, long fingers grazing against the silken fabric. The little bird pulled away from Astarion’s ear and locked eyes with him for a moment, enveloping his lips in another soft kiss before granting the rogue what he’d silently been asking for and shrugging her arms out of the chemise, baring her breasts.

The elf’s eyes moved to take in the pale globes of skin presented before him. Wren’s freckles fell in constellations along her collar bone and dense patches down her chest, but sparse few could be found on her breasts; the contrast was striking. Her nipples were little buds on teardrop-shaped breasts, practically begging for his tongue to engulf them. Astarion answered their desperate plea and pressed forward, wrapping the nub in his mouth, sucking gently, almost experimentally. One hand came to her other breast while its twin found its way to her back, pressing her body into him. Wren let out a soft gasp and bucked her hips, rubbing her arousal into the vampire’s. Astarion pressed his hips forward again to greet hers, and soon they were caught in a pleasurable grind, both parties still inhibited by the layers of fabric that covered their loins.

They stayed like this for several minutes, stimulating one another with timed, rhythmic movements. Wren’s hands found their way to silver curls and took hold, still brushing her hands occasionally against his ears, as the vampire slowly teased his tongue from first one nipple, then the other. She was keening in delight, her chest heaving as she continued to grind her pelvis towards Astarion’s, desperate for more contact.

The hem of Wren’s chemise had now ridden up and pooled itself around her waist, exposing barren legs and a glimpse of damp undergarment to the pale elf. Astarion traced his hands over the soft skin of her thighs and Wren moaned as his agile hands found that sensitive bundle of nerves at her groin and gave an exploratory slip against it. The vampire smiled with some semblance of arrogance and pride that he could rip such a pretty noise from the ranger’s mouth. His tongue traced from her nipple up to the crook of her collarbone, where the elf placed feather light kisses before trailing his way up to her neck and grazing his teeth along the sensitive flesh.

“Would you like a drink?” The ranger asked, voice breathless and hushed but laced with eagerness, as she tilted her head to the side in an effort to allow better access.

Astarion didn’t need further coaxing to delve his fangs into her tempting flesh. The warmth of her life force encapsulated his tongue, thick ropes of warm, comforting deliciousness sliding down his throat. He drank deeply as Wren keened beneath him, still grinding into his arousal and almost whimpering in his hands. His eyes fluttered closed as he reveled in her addictive taste of sunshine and warmth, riding the high of the sweet spice of cinnamon tingling his tongue as the intoxicants in her blood flooded into his stomach, adding to his own haze. The straining in his trousers was becoming insufferable, his length practically imploring him for release.

It was obvious Wren was growing quite excited. Her pupils were blown wide, chest heaving in anticipation, and the pink flush along her breasts was flooding up her neck and pouring onto her cheeks. She tentatively placed her hands on either side of Astarion’s shirt and tugged up, hands asking for permission to grasp at the skin underneath.

Astarion froze for a moment. His face pulled back from where it had finished his indulgence on her blood and had begun attentively covering the marks in affectionate tongue laps. Scarlet eyes locked onto hers, studying her, searching for an answer in her eyes. 'What does she want from me, truly?'

Wren could tell he was unsure, that his body was responding to the pleasure, but some part of his mind still had not taken the plunge. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her heaving chest, where the excited beating of her heart thumped beneath the surface.

“Let me show you.” She whispered, before closing her own eyes and opening her mind to the vampire. And there he saw it. Astarion saw her affection for him, how she compared him to a fox in her mind; mischievous and sly but also endearing and loyal. He saw her desire for him, how her body was drawn to his like a moth to a flame and lit up by the slightest of touches. He also saw her trust; how she never doubted he would have her back in every battle and had faith the rogue would never overindulge on her neck. He saw her gratitude for her restored vision, and all the little things he’d done for her like repairing her pack and gifting her the nightdress that was now barely covering her beautiful body.

But, somehow shockingly yet perhaps most of all, Astarion saw her protective instinct. He watched how she reacted to the Gur without second thought when he threatened to take the vampire away from her, how she kept eyes on him from the periphery of every fight to make sure he would be okay, all the expertly placed arrows that downed foes he hadn’t even realized were at his back, and all the moments she’d defended him to the other campmates when they’d brought their concerns about his vampirism to her. It was all so excitingly raw and vulnerable. It stoked the flames inside him, igniting the fire within his body and his groin to an even greater degree than he thought possible and suddenly his need for Wren outweighed his trepidation.

Astarion was spurned forward by intense emotion and lunged to kiss the woman, tongue plunging into parted lips. He broke away for just a moment, ripping his shirt up and over his head. Wren’s hands were on his chest and back in an instant, grazing over rippled muscle as they dragged their way down to his trousers, tugging desperately at the waistband. Her fingers had traced down the scars on his back, sending tingles through his spine; he was shocked to find that he didn’t rip away from her touch.

The rogue pulled himself from their entangled web of limbs before tugging at the leather of his bottoms, releasing his arousal from the confines of clothing and tossing his pants into the corner of the tent. His eyes locked on hers and he grasped at her hips with a soft, "up," motioning her to stand on her knees. The little ranger obeyed his command, and Astarion grabbed the silken hem of her chemise, dragging it along her body and over her head. He tugged at her arousal-slicked briefs, dropping them down to pool at the base of her thighs before placing a hand on her chest and pressing her backward into the nest of pillows and blankets, quickly removing her underwear and tossing them aside.

She was panting beneath him, her hair splayed in pools of brown and burgundy, eyes alight with excitement. He stared down at his little treat, drinking in the view of her body, utterly exposed before him. It was clear, even in her armor, that Wren was pear-shaped… but the barren view was quite a sight to behold. His eyes greedily traced the contours of her hips and the plush but firm shape of her thighs. He grabbed one of her legs and lifted it to him, one hand sliding along her slit to tease the nub at the apex of her sex. Then, the vampire slowly trailed kisses along her calf and down the arch of her foot before taking two tiny toes into his mouth and sucking.

Wren began wriggling beneath him, soft moans of excitement from the new dual stimulation causing arousal to drip from her. The ranger bucked her hips up towards his fingers, her eyes glued to the attention he was paying to her dainty feet. Astarion withdrew his tongue from her foot, a drugged, contented smile crossing his lips. “You are quite the surprise, you know. And you surprise me again and again.” He whispered before lowering Wren’s leg and then grabbing her arm, a gentle tug beckoning her to sit up. He was aching with need at this point, desperate to sheath himself within the ranger.

Astarion sat back and brought Wren to him. They were face to face; her legs straddled over his once more. Her thighs were slick with desire and the heat of her sex was pressed against his member, practically begging to bury him inside. The ranger lifted herself slightly and with a small roll of her hips, positioned Astarion at her entrance. Then she began the slow, torturous descent around his cock, her eyes widening, and head thrown back as she took him to the hilt. It was all Astarion could do not to buck forward and instead simply allow the half-elf to take him in at her own pace; the tight grip around his arousal had nearly been enough to shoot him over the edge as she dropped to engulf him completely. A frantic, strangled moan escaped his lips as she took the last few inches, and he was finally enveloped in her tightness.

Wren took a deep breath in and then moved to place her forehead against Astarion’s. Her eyes were locked onto the vampire’s as she began to ride him with slow and precise rolls of her hips. It was nearly maddening, the leisurely, determined pace she set. He felt every ripple of her insides against his cock and nearly lost himself every time she slowly unsheathed his length from her, just to begin the torturous decent once more. The pale elf took hold of her ample bottom, his hands supporting her movements and gripping into the sumptuous flesh. Wren was moaning in pleasure now, her hands on either of Astarion’s shoulders, using him for leverage as she sawed her body back and forth along his length. They were caught in the spell of one another’s gaze, a bubble of pleasure building around them, desperate to burst.

Soon enough, Wren picked up the pace, and Astarion could feel her urgency building, the greedy tightness gripping at his member. One of his hands came to the ranger's hardened nipple and pinched it, earning him a delicious groan. He lowered his hand to her groin and found that sensitive little nub of nerves. “Sing for me, little bird.”

And she did. Deft fingers caught her clit between them and applied friction as she continued to frantically roll her hips on top of him. One of her hands came to Astarion’s and re-positioned it just slightly, the new angle she desired causing her to rear her head back and go wild. She grabbed onto the back of his neck, fingers gripping into silver curls as her eyes moved back to the rogue's. Astarion was entranced in the raw vulnerability she lay before him, his cock aching at the site of the pouty desperation splayed across her face. She was emitting a near-constant smattering of praises, keening, and moans as the bubble of pressure and pleasure climbed towards its breaking point, imploring for release. “Yes, Star, yes. Oh gods.”

Wren's pace became more and more panicked, her body tensing itself into an arch, like a bow pulled taut. The couple were both panting heavily from exertion, and Astarion watched as the ranger practically fell apart in his lap, a beautiful writhing bundle of sweaty, freckled sinew. The bubble burst and Wren found her release with a delighted squeal, her body shuddering around him. The wild, uninhibited sounds of the woman's climax tipped Astarion over the edge and he pushed his hips forward, groaning into her shoulder as his body ebbed with glorious pleasure and warm seed spilled itself into her depths.

“Mm… that was quite a delicious site.” Astarion murmured as both of them rode the aftershocks of their pleasure and the final influences of the Druidic herbs.

Wren murmured her agreement, still straddling the rogue but paused to catch her breath. Finally, she pulled away and lay down, motioning the rogue to lay beside her. The ranger covered them both in her prized fur blanket, now coated with the slickness of their lovemaking in some spots. Her lips found his shoulder, where she pressed a warm kiss. “Goodnight, Star.”

“Good night, little bird.” Astarion responded, his hand moving to brush stands of hair from her face before he closed his own eyes. The herbs and exertion beckoned the vampire into a trance quite quickly after Wren, the two of them still a tangle of limbs and nakedness as the bog sang them a lullaby.

Dawn would break, and in turn, so would the spell they'd covered one another in that evening. But, if just for the night, Astarion felt something he’d never known in over 200 years… peace.

[arianna-irwynarn]

It's that time again! Comp time!

Firstfhinf for pop in my head after playing bg3 lol. Alice in wonderland, it's how I imagine falling into a book would be like. Getting stoned on mushrooms and drinking tea with the mad hatter!

Good luck everyone -Rei

[carryoncastiel]

Since some people mention on my post that they didn't know about that dialogue I wanna show you which one I mean

[kegareki]

gale telling me that we're not close and he would have appreciated my words more if they came from someone else had me like. HELLO? YOUR APPROVAL OF ME IS "EXCEPTIONAL", GALE. I DIDN'T KISS YOU BUT WE'VE BEEN BEST FRIENDS SINCE WE MET. THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WE'RE NOT CLOSE

[reineyday]

Ten people I'd like to know better!

tagged by: @robinticism which, hello!! i love ur fanfiction sm and i hope u know this 😭🙏💖

last song: i am currently listening to patd's cover of the greatest show haha my playlist is on shuffle. when i hit post on this, the song playing is america's suitehearts by fall out boy. everyone please check out manofbeskar's mishanks band au fic, bc it got me listening to fob's folie à deux album for literally three months straight. tho i've loved america's suitehearts since it came out in 2009ish, i've only come to appreciate the rest of the album this year 'cuz of manofbeskar so thank you. 🙏

(i lied, i typed that but then spent so long triple-checking my answers the playlist's moved onto asymptotic by louie zong. what's this, rei? u have a fic rec for this song too? here's a haikyuu!! matsuhana math team au i love dearly. the fic reminds me of the song, except ofc it's a happy ending, unlike in the song aha.)

favorite color: red & golden yellow :) i'm a warm colour palette typea gal. i even prefer my cool colours warm-toned lol. they feel richer to me when they're warmer.

last book: i'm somewhat ashamed to say it's been a VERY long time since i read a real book. i tackled a short french YA one like, last year? 'cuz i borrowed it from my friend and i'd wanted to to return it. i can rec u an ongoing 300+k bloodweave fic i just finished that i can't stop thinkin' about tho.

last movie: i watched the wild robot w my dad recently. super cute! another movie in the list of movies that tell me to my face that i will always fall in love with sly and charming rogue types that deep down only want to be loved. 🥺💕

last tv show: been watching the ravening war dimension 20 dnd campaign! if that doesn't count, i've also been watching dandadan every week (last week's episode tho!!! SO good omg).

sweet/spicy/savory: savoury most of the time, but also sometimes sweet. very rarely spicy, but not unheard of.

relationship status: single ✌️ i'm a mess and probably demi lmao.

last thing I googled: SPOILERS FOR NYT CONNECTIONS but i was googling crab types. comb crab? not a thing. ❌️ fiddler crabs, however! ✅️

current obsession: oh god, uh. astarion. it's astarion ancunín from bg3. my camera roll is filling up and it used to be so i could draw mihawk in his outfits but now it's just 'cuz astarion's hair is stupid pretty. please see also: my previous answer about rogue types who only want to be loved.

ah, also been getting more into dnd in general--(re)started bc of watching neil newbon (astarion's voice actor; i know, i know, but HE'S SO GOOD AT HIS JOB) doing an actual play one shot as astarion with sam béart who voices karlach (yes, okay, i am like every other bisexual and fell for the pretty rogue vampire and the big red barbarian with biceps for days okay), but also brennan lee mulligan and aabria iyengar, both of whom i love. and then i graduated to watching the bg3 cast's other APs and also mismag s2 and now the ravening war. it's a slippery slope. and my cousin wants to run a one-shot campaign so now i've got a guy too! his name is lysander and he's a dragonborn fighter. 🐲⚔️🔥

(here's the one-shot i'm talking about btw! aabria is the gm, and the table is neil and sam playing astarion and karlach, and then brennan lee mulligan and anjali bhimani who play some really great pc's! neil & sam refer to the story in the halloween one-shot they do with the va's of wyll and lae'zel later on, too. it's cute!)

looking forward to: mmh the aforementioned campaign, i suppose. here's hoping lysander makes some friends!

no pressure ofc but tagging @ofkingsandlionhearts @16th-of-a-twigg @andaniellight @albifrons @eyesonstars-feetonground @giurochedadomani @starlightbelle @incalamity @conartisthaiji @spikyiwaizumi

[nitewrighter]

If Rei was playing BG3 who would you see her romancing first?

I feel like it would come down to Gale and Astarion for her, but with Lae'zel as a possible dark horse. Gale because he's a nerd, Astarion because he's flamboyant and his brain is a bag of cats, and Lae'zel because she's like, the shonen "tch" rival, the shoujo tsundere love interest, and Monster Girlfriend all wrapped into one. Also... dragon rider... but she is a dark horse because she comes on VERY strong when she comes on and Rei needs a bit more wooing than that or she'll be put off.

[soul-of-rei]

like real people do hozier has been ruined for me .on account of all the Thoughts ive now pavloved myself into associating w Them

[animentality]

7 exes + HAYWARD + cisco - if they were to play bg3, what race, class, and romantic interest would they choose?

Rey: would absolutely be a tiefling bard, who seduces Astarion. Like. He basically is bard coded, he has that charisma and the sex appeal. Astarion because...they have similar trauma.

Hayward: would be a drow warlock, who'd commit war crimes and romance minthara, absolutely.

Cisco: would be a human paladin, and he'd romance gale or shadowheart because he's a little basic like that.

Anaheim: would not play baldurs gate, but for this ask, orc barbarian or paladin, who'd romance minthara.

Mesa: would play an elf ranger, and romance Gale for sure.

Visalia: would be a tiefling barbarian or paladin, who'd romance Lae'zel.

Alameda: would play a tiefling rogue, who'd romance Halsin and Astarion.

Fontana: Minthara and Astarion fucker here. Would definitely be a dragonborn oathbreaker paladin.

Irvine: a dragonborn cleric of light, and would romance Karlach.

Sol: a githyanki necromancer wizard. Would romance Karlach for sure.

I'm sorry for how long this ask took. I've just been so out of it lately.

[coffee-in-veins]

As someone who (very casually) enjoys Eldin Ring, I am very curious what you think

thank you for the ask! ^^ that was quick xD

well, then, i hope you won't be upset about what i have to say about it. i genuinely love it from worldbuilding perspective and it looks cool and thrilling more often than not. other things, though...

for the context, i did my best to like it for like casual 80 hours or so, playing very slowly, very cautiously, and probably very inefficiently, because i would often just chill at the location, so those hours mean almost nothing. i managed to kill the grafted guy, the moon lady, got to meet Ranni (god i remember at least one name from it all without cheating!) and got to the point where i was supposed to get into the autumn plateau which name i won't remember even if you torture me.

and this is my first gripe with the game. this one is more of a personal struggle, so take it with a grain of salt. i struggle quite a lot with remembering names, both irl and in media. i remember visuals, i remember voices, i remember plots. but names? beats me. hell, i only remembered Dis and Rey after like half a year of a deep dive into DD, if it gives you any perspective.

with that explanation out of the way, comes the gripe itself: most of the time, i was completely, utterly and hopelessly lost who were those people, whom they wanted killed and where they wanted me to go. my quests would go something like this:

"Go fight General Radahn!" someone said. I think I saw their helmet, twice, and I remember they are a blacksmith. probably. i remember the voice tho. they are genuinely nice to me, so i'd probably do it.

however, not a single braincell rumbled in that head of Tarnished of mine as i sat in front the screen and looked at them blankly: "Who?"

but the NPC already continued: "They are in Caelid!"

not a drop of recognition. "Where?" okay, i sit and think frantically, i have a map, maybe it has parts named, maybe i won't have to wander for half an hour before giving up and going to the wiki again...? no? well, fuck, maybe some locations are named? right! locations. jackpot, some have 'caelid' in them. ah, the red poison swamp! dude, why didn't you say so? on my way!

me, meeting Radahn: aaahhh, that big dude on a tiny horse! sure! from the promo! wait, who asked to kill him again? and why?

and that was every time. there are dozens of names and places and they all are deeply connected and you somehow are expected to keep it all in your head or make notes on a piece of paper, idk. call me whiny, or call it an aesthetic (put a pin into that, we will return to it later), but wouldn't it be convenient to have something like bestiary that Witcher 3 had, with a tab for people you met or heard about? nothing too concrete, hell, this series is know for being frugal with explanations but... like, something, so i don't have to keep wiki constantly open and ready to alt tab to understand who am i talking to and who are they talking about.

and while we're talking about dialogues, BG3 made me understand how much i need a tab where i can re-read recent dialogues. if not to understand things better with all the ye old-english-y words some of us filthy non-eng speakers have no idea even exist, then to see how those names are spelled so we can search them in wikis later.

and have you noticed a thing which is going like a red string through all of my writing? wiki. hell, i'm writing all of the above using wiki because i still don't remember how those people are called. you get used to it just to know who's who. wanna laugh at me? because i was so stressed out by the first bosses, i completely blacked out at the first boss, only seeing vague shapes, and i genuinely thought that Godrick and Morgott were the same guy for the longest time because i was stressed out, didn't have enough time to look at them and was frantically thinking of moves and skills instead of actually watching the cutscene with proper attention. it didn't help that they both spoke with similar tones and in a ye old-english-y way, and were in the same location. so yeah, you can imagine my confusion during the game later on...

there's one thing, though. constantly checking names in wiki makes you feel like it's fine to check other things too. and, Io and behold, before you know it, you're just tired and grumpy and look up where the hell are things you need, quests you missed, resource nodes... and suddenly, the best part of the game (exploration) is gradually chipped away, without you even noticing.

i mean, i had to look up how the horse is called and I love Torrent to bits, even if he is as responsive to controls as a DD2 bangwagon that was put on two very greasy, very non-cooperative pigs on skis. which is another gripe of mine, but the poor guy is so abandoned in the second half of the game, that it's genuinely depressing.

which brings us to my second most gripe in the game: menus. remember that aesthetic pin? let's get it out. menus are a genuine pain in the ass to navigate, they don't respond to mouse (oh, we're gonna return to that. oh, we're gonna...), and for the first thirty or so HOURS i wasn't aware there were other tabs in the inventory. genuinely. i simply wasn't aware. i hovered the mouse on tabs, they weren't scrolling, and knowing that this is primary console game, i didn't pay much attention to the keys besides those, assuming (rightfully, as i thought) that those were for consoles to switch tabs. forgive me for my 'pc master race' mentality, but i'm not used to things in the menu not being responsive to the mouse. so some of the quest items you see in there somewhere? any tab after keys? nope, i didn't know they existed.

remember painting quests? i loved those. but also i had no fucking idea you carried a copy somewhere in the bowels of the inventory tab. thus, like the moron i was, i would come to them, make a photo of my screen on my phone, and try to go around, keeping the photo up on my phone as a reference. or go back to the actual in world painting to check. my frustration was immeasurable and my pain was immense. or maybe you wanna find the weapon you just looted and see if it is of any use? pff, good luck, hope you remembered its name or how it looked, or didn't have anything in your inventory, else get ready to go through a warehouse of other gear you carry. not to mention that sorting on those is extremely non-intuitive. why are lantern and looking glass and prattling pates in one section but wraith calling bell and mimic veil have separate ones? why is horse whistle with flasks and flasks 2.0? why are memory of grace with the flasks and horse whistle? am i missing something?? genuine question.

quick side note while we’re at the topic of prattling pates, should i even mention how notoriously convoluted the better ending for my sweet boy Boc is…?

not to mention that 'Switch display' option is very... unexplained, to say politely. it turns out you can see how many runes exactly is Golden Rune [7] - if you switch the view. because having explanation of 'use to gain many runes' on one screen totally gives you a hint that it would say 'use to gain 2500 runes' in another.

i mean i get it. the series has a reputation. it is dark souls 4, 5 and 6 with a new coat of pain (or maybe paint), it has to be hard, you gotta 'git good', you have to fight for every sliver of lore and then listen to 12 hours of youtube explanations anyway just to have a semblance of understanding what's going on. but - and this is an important but - there's a difference between working for the lore and being unable to understand what the hell you looted and not being aware you can actually know how rune [6] 'many' differs from rune [9] 'many' without trying to go and use it and make a table with those orrrr - say it with me! have the wiki opened.

also the fact that nowhere does it say that spirit ashes can be summoned only in specific areas AND you need a bell you need to get later on somehow bumbling into Ranni is simply false marketing. i took twin imps as my trinket and boy ho boy, lemme tell you someone was pissed for the first hour of the game...

which brings me to creme de la creme of my gripes. the controls. pc port is... well it exists, and i still haven't recovered from that. it makes you extremely aware from the word go that you're not the target demographic. that you're unwelcome here. that no one looked at it and thought: huh, we have battles where we expect Tarnished to get on and off Torrent mid-fight, so how shitty of us would it be if we make Torrent summon be "F + [arrow up]" for keyboards? you know, so the player would have to get their hand off the mouse. mid-battle. naaah, that would work just fine, ship that bad boi as is! oh, and make it non-mappable too. they have keyboard with 75% keys being unused? who cares! it mirrors gamepad, and that is what truly matters.

i said it once when a pal of mine let me use his acc and try Dark Souls. i think it was the third one...? well, my experience was - 'i'm not fighting the monsters, i'm fighting the game'. and it's pretty much the same for Elden Ring. did you know there's a power off hand attack? i didn't. did you know there's a way of switching your weapon to hold it in two hands? i didn't did you know you can make it on the fly? i sure as hell didn't. did you know your RH attack is bound to your LMC and it fucks your brain when you play because here it plays role and you can fuckup by using weapons in 'wrong' hands? yeah, that i experienced a plenty.

do you know how i know all those? i plugged in a gamepad and oh god all of the mapping makes so much goddamn sense! i had to reverse-map things because i only played FF9 with a controller, and was extremely uncomfortable with it in a non-turn-based game. which left a taste of bile in my mouth.

loading times are awesome thought. i dunno how they achieved that, but that's hella impressive for a game this big.

i ended up liking the world. vistas. lore that people dig into. but this game isn't for me. not because i'm not interested but because i have a setup they clearly don't care about. and it's okay, i guess. but i have too little free time to spend it fighting not the monsters the game sets in front of me as a challenge but the game itself

hope it wasn't too convoluted ^^'

and thanks again for the ask! :}