#and Karlach

[normal-posts-4-normal-people]

Bloodpact is funny as fuck to me because Wyll is already getting the non-consensual discord kitten treatment from Mizora, and now he has to make sure his BF does not ascend because (among other things) if he ascends, he will immediately start treating Wyll like his discord kitten

[adalance]

You know who would make a great duo? Dame Aylin and Wyll. I don't know why this isn't really present in the fandom or why I havent thought of it before, but something about these two characters feels like they would click and greatly enjoy each other's company.

You've got this great and powerful paladin, who's sole purpose is battling the dark forces of her wicked auntie, and this young man who has forever pledged himself to helping others. On that alone, I feel like aylin and wyll would connect greatly. I think that Aylin has that same self sacrificial attitude wyll has. Her relationship with isobel is probably the one time she has truly allowed herself to have something. I don't know if Aylin's devotion to the cause is due to Selune telling her that's all she's worth or a bit more self-inflicted. And there could be some similarities in the parenting of Ulder Ravenguard and Selune. Two people who managed to raise remarkable people but fucked up their self worth along the way.

I would also imagine that Dame Aylin and Wyll would have incredible stories to exchange about their heroic deeds and try to outdo the other. I think it ends up being a tie tho. As powerful as Aylin is, Wyll has the indomitable human spirit on his side and despite all that he's been through, he remains a hero and a good man no matter what.

This is some mega rambles but my goodness, I cannot help but feel like aylin and wyll would be great friends.

EDIT:

Then Aylin helps Wyll collect Mizora's head. The fact that she escapes the game without getting her comeuppance will forever not annoy me. If everyone else can stick it to their abusers then Wyll should get the chance as well.

[evydraws]

So, it's the weekend where everything is on sale... I decided to add my Baldur's Gate 3 companion prints, too. Honestly, a big thank you to all the orders so far, they make continuing the print series possible!

my own shop | etsy | inprnt

Embellished options, too! And here's a little preview for Lae'zel, who's next in the limited color palette rainbow:

[whatisurgatepolicy]

Running Honour Mode with Justin Time, my Curse of Strahd paladin.

Justin Time was originally born Elliott Fairmund, the son of a merchant family. When he was three years old, his family was part of a caravan travelling up and down the Sword Coast, when it was attacked by goblins. Elliott was captured and would have been eaten if he had not been saved by a Dragonborn monk of Bahamut.

From then on, he was raised in a monastery dedicated to Bahamut, never seeing another human. He was named "Justin" after the idea of Justice itself. When he was eighteen, he set out to spread the word of the god of dragons and instead found himself uncovering his own past; his family were from Barovia. They suffered beneath the iron fist of the vampire Strahd, an ancient enemy to his bloodline.

Challenging Strahd did not go well. Justin fell out with his party (because he doesn't know how to be human, because he cries constantly, because he has a strong sense of justice, because he hates being made fun of) and broke his oath.

He hasn't found his parents. He doesn't know his mother's face. But he thinks he sees her, sometimes.

(Perhaps he just wishes she'd saved him.)

Before being pulled onto the mindflayer ship, Justin had spent the last ten years roaming the countryside, in and out of Barovia, eating cold Barovmart Brand baked beans out of a can and killing every evil vampire he could.

(Even someone trained to detect falsehoods might be taken in. If they've longed for connection.)

(Did she promise that last time?)

There's vampires here too. But they're not a threat. Not this one. They're something to protect, and nurture.

And clerics of an evil god, a mirror to your own god's twin. But this one isn't a threat either.

And other young men, who lost their families. But good, and noble. A rare thing.

It's enough for a paladin to think, was I really so strange? So cruel? So awful? Was I really so hopeless? Or was it just my environment? Can I be a hero once more?

(is that really his mother, guiding him? Should he do as she suggests, despite his horror at the tadpoles?)

[gold0kapi]

Lazael ❤️❤️❤️

[the-ozzie]

might start making

bg3 art instead… it’s where my heart is rn

[exileezile]

LARIAN STUDIOS IF WE CAN KISS OUR ROMANCED CHARACTER WHENEVER WHY CANT WE HUG THEM OR ANY OTHER CHARACTER WITH HIGH ENOUGH APPROVAL

[shnezu]

the way people dont understand wyll’s character outside of this website drives me insane

[mariana-oconnor]

Look, I may have accidentally created an aroace character, but now I'm going back to make a non-aroace character so I can romance the disaster wizard and live in his magical library.

This is a completely rational action and not in any way weird.

[rosepetalsthings]

r/BaldursGate3 is the best place I have to discuss the game, but also have the most people with the most brain dead takes known to man accepted as canon, and refuse any evidence pointing otherwise

[slimy-eye]

Okay BG3 spoilers but like

Yes I am a Mindflayer romantic. Yes I got my mind totally blown. But like. Oh my god. Wyll!! Why don’t more people like Wyll??? I was just doing my thing, then we camp one night and he asks me to dance with him. At that point, Wyll and my character were just friends. Actually, I started off as a completely immoral bard that enjoyed chaos. I banged Astarion. He approved while we did evil shit. It was fun! I wasn’t even the Dark Urge. But every time I would take Wyll along, it was as if he was trying to steer my character toward redemption. He wasn’t like Astarion. He actively objected to fucked up shit. He was so kind. But anyways, up until this point, we were just friends. Wyll was a good influence on my character and my bard had really “chilled out” since Act One because of Wyll. He offers to dance, and I think it’s just a friendly, platonic fun thing so I agree!

Then… it starts to become something more. Wyll is so polite. He doesn’t rush things, he doesn’t push. He wants to be with my Bard. At first I turn him down because I was still enjoying my chaotic Bard ways. But he was so dejected! His reaction literally broke my heart. He lets you go, he doesn’t keep trying, and he doesn’t attempt to convince you or anything. He’s disappointed but he doesn’t push. He respects your choice and doesn’t bring it up again. Well… I decided, you know what?? He’s so damn sweet and compassionate. I reloaded. And now my Bard has gone from evil to neutral to… decidedly good during act 3. All thanks to Wyll.

And now… I’m wondering if I’ll even be able to make it through a Dark Urge playthrough.

[schwiener]

a man will look you dead in the eye and tell you your special little guy is "mid" with no further consideration of the Plot.

[r4t-g0d]

i love this game sm

it lets me play as a silly blue horn+tail bard (transition goals tbh)

AND romance vampire boy

i 1429 screenshots at the moment (i cleared some out) theyre mostly astarion but yeah these are my favourites of my character :)

[xnchxntmxnt]

drop baldur's gate requests. plz im begging

[dcrkpaladin]

Childhood regrets.

I think I've seen this film before And I didn't like the ending You're not my homeland anymore So what am I defending now? You were my town Now I'm in exile, seein' you out I think I've seen this film before

You remember their faces. The ones who raised you. Casthos and Elyria. You remember your childhood, seeping into you with a thousand little details.

The kind smile of your mother’s face, the soft dimples that form at the edges. The gentle laugh that comes with the explanation of why you don’t have a tail or horns. The softness of her lips on your forehead as she tells you that you’re special.

You remember the size of your father. The curve of his horns and the way they remind you of the stags in the forest beyond your home. The strength of his hand on your shoulder that tells seems to let you know you can do anything. The words of encouragement that follow you as you stalk with him through the trees, searching for the evening meal.

You remember the fire in the hearth at night and the stories told to you in front of it. The tales of Balduran and his adventures. The tiefling twins Havilar and Farideh, who carved their own legends into the Sword Coast. The paladin Gareth Dragonsbane, who shaped kingdoms and lived by ideals of duty, honour and courage.

You remember playing in the mud with children your age. Children who look nothing like you, who make fun of your naked forehead. You pray to Ilmater and Tymora that you’ll sprout horns and a tail over night. Your horns will be the biggest and your tail will be the longest the whole village has ever seen! You cry to your mother when you wake up and nothing’s changed. 

You remember picking up a sword for the first time. The weight of it in your hand. The bruises inflicted as you train with your father out in the wilderness. The thrill of the secret you share together. The pride of knowing he believes in you.

You remember the day you take your oath, swearing to defend the innocent like your hero Dragonsbane. The awe of achieving your life’s purpose. The satisfaction of becoming the only paladin of your village. One of the youngest in the history of Faerun. 

You remember coming home six months after your oath. The anticipation of seeing your mother and father again, of regaling them with all you’ve seen and done. You see yourself crawl into the bed you slept in as a boy, the bed you curled and buried yourself in when you were scared and afraid and wanted to hide from the darkness outside. 

You remember the morning after and the red that stains your sheets and hands. You see your father in the kitchen, his skull caved in, his body torn open and his intestines oozing onto the floor.

You feel the bile in your throat and you throw up. You find your mother behind the house, her throat torn open. You see yourself holding the knife, slicing and chopping. 

You remember the voice behind you as you scream into the sky. The corpse face of the creature that calls itself Sceleritas Fel. The adoration in its voice as it critiques your technique. “Raw and unrefined, young master. But you’re journey has just begun. Your true father has such high hopes for you and he will show you the way.”

You leave camp before anyone knows you’re gone. You stagger into the woods and collapse into the undergrowth. You empty your stomach until there is nothing left to wretch up. 

You see the bodies of your parents in the darkness. You weep for them and all that you have done. You think of Karlach and shudder at the possibility that you could do the same to her. You swear that you won’t.

You swear that you’ll protect her with all that you have, even against yourself. You swear until your throat is raw and your eyes are red with regret. You wonder if any of it matters. If you’ll ever be rid of the Urge that haunts you.

[nyf-archive]

y'ALL I'M IN TEARS OVER THIS FUCKING EPILOGUE. SOBBING LIKE A BITCH OVER HERE BECAUSE OF ALL THE THINGS. SCREAMING BECAUSE OF ALL THE OTHER THINGS. MY HUSBANDS. MY BABIES. MY HEART