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DATV has barely been out a week and people are already arguing over if it's better/worse than BG3 but I'm just out here saying 'yay two cakes' because now I have TWO graveyard dates to go on, TWO gentleman professors of magic to romance, TWO elven hunks who love animals to tenderly gaze into the eyes of. I can pet the owlbear cub AND I can pet Assan. I'm sandwiched between Taash and Karlach's abs as I speak.
#this is not a dragon age quote#this is not a baldur's gate quote#dragon age#datv#dragon age the veilguard#baldurs gate#baldur's gate#bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate iii#emmrich#emmrich volkarin#astarion#astarion ancunin#gale dekarios#gale#gale of waterdeep#halsin#halsin silverbough#davrin#assan#owlbear#owlbear cub#karlach#karlach cliffgate#taash#taash the dragon hunter
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Gather Your Allies
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@iron-hearts-ablaze
Soldier? 🍻
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You know the animals (Scratch, the Owlbear Cub, Tara, hell probably even Grub and Boo too) have a lot of work to do around camp. It's a busy job being a therapy animal for the tadfools.
#BG3#baulders gate 3#Scratch#Owlbear Cub#Tara#Karlach#Tav#Zatavia#Astarion#Shadowheart#Wyll#Gale#Laezel#Lae'zel#art#sketch#color#personal
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Stealth check: Failed ❌👍🏼
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Hellspawn Halloween Plusies selection🎃
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Wasn’t planned and came from an idea about a snowman that looked like the Emperor⛄️⛄️⛄️⛄️
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Some personal highlights from this vid
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Basked in the Glow of the Light
#otis camera tools#reshade#antemaxx's basket full of equipment#karlach#karlach cliffgate#bg3#baldur's gate 3#if taking pics of karlach in the dark where she glows is a crime send me to the guillotine#i am staring into her giant amber orbs
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Oh that's so sweet ;w;
oh what...
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#buddy if you wanna join in just ask#“Why is my girlfriend kissing my girlfriend without me :C”#baldur's gate 3#bg3#baldurs gate 3#oc: Briar#bg3 karlach#karlach#bg3 astarion
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When the majority of your party has horns...
#oc: minija#bg3 tav#wyll ravengard#karlach#baldur's gate 3#bg3 fanart#bg3#tiefling#digital art#nni_barrel
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:0 the girls go out to build a bear
ahahah yes.
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Karlach:
The afternoon finds you and Karlach walking through the bustling streets of Rivington, hand in hand, weaving between the vendors and locals. The air is filled with the scents of roasted chestnuts and fresh bread, laughter echoing from the nearby stalls, and Karlach’s face lights up as she spots the shop you’ve been looking for. It’s a quaint little storefront with a sign shaped like a stuffed bear and vibrant colors that make it stand out among the shops and taverns surrounding it.
“This is the place?” Karlach asks, glancing down at you with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. “Where you can, what… make your own bear?”
You nod, grinning. “Not just bears, apparently,” you reply, leading her toward the door. “The shopkeeper said they have all sorts of animals and creatures. And you get to dress it up, make it your own.”
Karlach’s face breaks into a wide smile as she pulls you in. The shop is warm and inviting, with shelves lined with colorful fabric animals in various states of completion, piles of stuffing, and racks of tiny outfits. A kindly older woman behind the counter greets you, giving a warm nod and gesturing to a table with several forms on display.
“So, what’ll it be?” she asks with a wink. “Bear, fox, dragon, unicorn… we’ve got a good assortment.”
Karlach’s eyes are wide as she looks over the options, pausing for a moment to touch a soft, plush dragon in a rich, emerald green. She needed to find the perfect friend for Clive.
She squeezes it experimentally and glances over at you. “What do you think, babe? I’m kinda torn here. Do we go classic with a bear or something cooler, like a dragon?”
You pick up a little fox with oversized ears and hold it up for her inspection.
“A fox could be cute. Clever and fiery, like you.” You give her a playful nudge, and she laughs, her cheeks pink with excitement.
Finally, she decides, grabbing a large, fluffy bear form and holding it out for your approval. It’s classic, soft, with big, round ears and a soft, sweet expression.
You both head over to the stuffing station, and the woman gets to work, choosing a slightly firmer fill—“So it doesn’t get all floppy,” she explains as she adjusts the stuffing.
With the bear stuffed, it’s time to pick clothes. The shop has an array of outfits, from tiny armor sets to cozy sweaters, even little capes and boots. You pull out a tiny leather jacket with studs on the shoulders and hold it up to Karlach. “Now this just screams badass bear.”
She laughs, her eyes shining as she takes the jacket and slips it onto the bear.
“Definitely a badass,” she agrees, fussing with the collar. “But maybe he needs some pants too. What do you think, battle-ready bear?”
Together, you find a pair of tiny black pants that fit the bear perfectly, along with a little bandolier and some fingerless gloves that Karlach insists on.
“Now he looks like he could take on Avernus himself,” she says proudly, showing off the finished product.
As you admire the bear, you notice Karlach’s attention caught by something else—a little red heart, plump and soft, resting in a basket near the counter.
The shopkeeper explains, “That’s a heart you can put inside, give it a bit of life. Tradition around here is to make a wish on it before you put it in.”
Karlach’s expression softens, and she takes the heart, placing it in her hands. She closes her eyes for a moment, looking thoughtful, her lips moving in a silent wish before she gently tucks the heart inside the bear, sealing it up with care. She looks over at you, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and affection.
“You gonna make a wish too?” she asks, holding the bear out to you.
You smile and press your hand over the bear’s heart, closing your eyes and making a quiet wish of your own, one for happiness and love and more days exactly like this. When you open your eyes, Karlach is watching you, her smile soft and warm.
“Guess we’re kinda like the bear now,” she murmurs, giving your hand a squeeze. “All patched up and held together, with a whole lot of heart stuffed in.”
You grin, slipping an arm around her waist as you both head out of the shop with your new bear friend. Karlach ranting to them how much they are going to love Clive.
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Minthara:
It’s a crisp, lively day in Rivington as you and Minthara stroll down the market lanes, absorbing the scents of roasted nuts and fresh bread mingling with the chill in the air. Her expression is its usual composed mask, brows drawn ever so slightly in that way that signals she’s entirely too serious for the frivolities of a mortal town.
But you’d convinced her to come here, all because you’d heard of a quaint little shop nestled among the other storefronts—a place where you could build your own plush companion, picking every detail down to its outfit and form. When you suggested it, Minthara’s scoff was immediate, her face a mask of disdain.
“Why would I waste my time on such things?” she had muttered with a slight toss of her head. But she followed you all the same, a spark of curiosity in her eyes that she tried—and failed—to completely hide.
Now, standing in front of the shop, Minthara crosses her arms and gives you a look, raising one sleek brow.
“So this is it?” she asks. “The grand establishment where people line up to… sew creatures and stuff them with cotton?”
“Only the most dignified of activities,” you reply, eyes glinting with amusement. “Surely even you have time for a bit of whimsy?”
She rolls her eyes but pushes open the door, a chime ringing through the shop as you both step inside. It’s warm here, shelves piled high with little creatures in all colors and forms. The air smells faintly of lavender and linen, and a cheerful older woman behind the counter waves as you walk in.
“Well, aren’t you two a sight,” the shopkeeper says with a grin. “Here to make yourselves a friend?”
You nod, glancing at Minthara, whose gaze is now locked onto a display of different unstuffed forms. Her eyes linger, narrowing thoughtfully at each creature, her fingers grazing a small black cat and then a bear with pointed ears.
“Need some help?” you tease softly, stepping close to her, but she’s already picked up a panther-shaped form, holding it carefully with both hands as she examines it.
“I’m… perfectly capable of deciding,” she replies, though her voice is softer than usual. She studies the stitching along the panther’s paw, the curve of its small ears. “This one has potential,” she mutters to herself.
With newfound purpose, she heads toward the stuffing station, ignoring the shopkeeper’s offers for assistance as she settles at a table with her empty plush. You watch, fascinated, as Minthara meticulously places small handfuls of stuffing inside, pausing occasionally to test the firmness of each limb.
“Not too much,” she murmurs, her tone completely serious. “This one should be agile, not some soft lump.” She pokes at the stomach, nodding to herself when it feels just right. “There we go. A panther is built for more than just sitting around. They need strength and purpose.”
You bite back a smile, watching her concentrate. Minthara’s typical icy control is slipping, her brow furrowed as she perfects every detail. When she’s finally satisfied with the stuffing, she smooths her hands over the plush panther with a look of quiet approval.
“Wouldn’t have pegged you for such a natural,” you tease, and she narrows her eyes at you, though you catch the slightest hint of pride there.
“Am I supposed to create something half-finished?” she retorts, though there’s a softness in her gaze now as she regards the panther. “I’ll leave no creature—however insignificant it may be—without a proper purpose.”
Next comes the clothing, and she surprises you again with her patience as she sifts through various tiny outfits. You pick up a miniature set of dark leather armor, a little too on the nose, but she takes it from you, turning it over in her hands before setting it aside.
“Armor that heavy would weigh it down,” she murmurs thoughtfully. “This panther requires something more… fitting.”
Eventually, she settles on a deep midnight-blue cloak that she fastens around the panther’s neck with delicate precision. Then she finds a tiny satchel, tucking it under the panther’s cloak. It’s a subtle but perfect touch, and you can tell she’s entirely pleased with the result.
“There,” she says softly, holding up the finished panther and looking at it with surprising fondness. “A creature with purpose. Sharp and loyal. This one is meant for more.”
“It’s a masterpiece,” you say warmly, watching her face soften as she takes in the details she’s so carefully crafted.
She meets your gaze, feigning nonchalance. “It’s just a silly trinket,” she says, though her grip on the wolf is gentle, her thumb stroking over its ears in a rare, unguarded display.
“Then you won’t mind if I ask the shopkeeper to put it back, right?” You reach for it playfully, but she pulls the panther back with a low glare that turns into a slight, reluctant smile.
“Don’t push your luck,” she warns, but you see the warmth in her eyes, the pride she’s trying so hard not to show.
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Lae'zel:
Walking through the bustling streets of Rivington, you feel a faint buzz of excitement. The day’s been one of leisure, a rare occurrence for you and Lae'zel, and you'd both decided to explore the town without the usual sense of urgency. Somewhere along the way, you mentioned a place you'd heard of—a quaint little shop where you could build your own stuffed companion from scratch, choosing everything from its form to its clothes. Lae'zel had raised an eyebrow at you, skeptical as ever but intrigued enough to follow along.
As you near the shop, a subtle frown etches across her face.
“So,” she says, voice tinged with her usual caution. “This place allows you to ‘craft’ a companion? A stuffed animal?” She says the words carefully, like they’re foreign to her. “What exactly is the purpose of this custom?”
You chuckle, pushing open the door and leading her in. “It’s a pastime, a tradition. People make these as keepsakes, gifts, things to remember a moment or a person by. It’s just… fun.”
“Fun.” She repeats the word slowly, as if tasting it. Her gaze sweeps over the shop with narrowed curiosity. Shelves lined with various plush forms await: bears, cats, wolves, and stranger creatures yet, all soft and waiting to be filled. The air is warm and smells faintly of lavender and cedar, inviting and cozy. A cheerful shopkeeper greets you both with a wave, gesturing toward the tables of plush animal forms and baskets of tiny outfits, ribbons, and trinkets.
Lae'zel looks around, a glint of skepticism in her eyes, but she steps forward. You catch her eyeing a wolf form with tentative interest. She reaches out, pressing her fingers against it, testing the fabric.
“Is it meant to be a weapon, in some form?” she asks, brow furrowed as she studies the unstuffed dragon. “Or perhaps a token of one’s own might?”
You laugh, shaking your head. “Not everything has to be practical or powerful. Sometimes it’s about making something that’s just… comforting.”
She looks back at the dragon, her expression softening as she regards it anew. “I see,” she murmurs, her voice thoughtful. “Then I shall make one to remember today.”
She selects the dragon and turns to you, a fierce determination in her eyes.
“Teach me the steps,” she says, her gaze unwavering.
You guide her to the stuffing station, where she stares down at the soft white fluff in a bowl with suspicion. “I am to… stuff this inside?”
“Exactly,” you reply, hiding your amusement. “Not too much—just enough to make it firm, but still soft.”
Tentatively, she picks up a handful of stuffing, pressing it into the wolf’s paw with a careful touch. Her fingers are precise, almost delicate, as she works, and a look of intense concentration settles on her face. She pauses after every handful, inspecting the stuffed limbs with the same scrutiny she would a weapon.
“This is… peculiar,” she mutters. But you catch a faint, almost shy smile as she adjusts the amount of stuffing in the dragon’s chest. “It feels… satisfying. Like I’m bringing it to life in my hands.”
A pleased warmth fills you as you watch her. “That’s exactly it. You’re creating something all your own.”
Once she’s satisfied with the dragon’s form, you lead her to the table with the tiny outfits. A gleam lights up her eyes as she picks up a miniature set of armor. She turns it over in her hands, inspecting every detail with an approving nod.
“It must be prepared for battle, no?” she says, a slight smirk pulling at her lips. “I shall dress it as a proper warrior.”
You can’t help but chuckle as she fastens the tiny armor to the dragon, adjusting each strap and piece with surprising care. She’s meticulous, making sure each detail is perfect, and once she’s finished, she sets the dragon in her hands, admiring her work with the kind of satisfaction you rarely see from her.
“It is… strong,” she says, almost to herself. “This little creature is a warrior in spirit, even if it is soft.”
“It’s wonderful,” you say, smiling as you watch her. “You’ve made it your own.”
She glances up, meeting your eyes, and there’s a flicker of something vulnerable and uncertain in her gaze. She’s quiet for a moment, as if searching for the right words.
“I would not have thought such a thing could bring me pride,” she admits, her voice barely a murmur. “Yet, I feel… pleased. Proud, even.”
You squeeze her hand gently, warmth blooming in your chest.
“Sometimes it’s the small, simple things that hold the most meaning,” you say softly. She nods, a faint smile breaking through her usual stoic expression. Holding her dragon in one hand, she stands a little taller, her expression resolute but happy.
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Shadowheart:
The moment you mention the quaint little shop in Rivington, you can tell Shadowheart’s interest is piqued, though she tries to hide it behind a smirk and a dismissive shrug.
“A shop where you… what, create cuddly animals?” she asks, her tone laced with feigned boredom. “Seems a touch childish, don’t you think?”
But you catch the glimmer of curiosity in her eyes. You know she’s intrigued, maybe even more than she’d like to admit.
“Oh, come on,” you say with a playful grin. “When’s the last time we got to do something just for fun? Something with absolutely no stakes?”
She rolls her eyes, but as you lead her through the cobblestone streets, she follows without complaint. The shop, tucked away on a quiet side street, looks like something out of a storybook: warm lights flicker in the windows, and a small wooden sign hangs overhead, painted with cheerful little animals. Inside, the scent of lavender and something faintly sweet fills the air, and rows upon rows of empty plush forms line the shelves, waiting to be chosen.
Shadowheart gives a slow, deliberate look around, taking in the variety of options. She walks down an aisle lined with all kinds of forms: bears, cats, wolves, dragons, even strange hybrid creatures with mismatched features. She scoffs softly, crossing her arms.
“So, we just… pick one?” Her tone is nonchalant, but you can tell she’s trying not to give away how interested she actually is.
“Yes,” you say, smiling as you pick up a little wolf form. “Then we stuff it and dress it up however we want. Come on, don’t tell me you’re not even a little tempted.”
She eyes the wolf form in your hand with a carefully controlled expression, her lips pressed together.
“I suppose… it wouldn’t hurt to look.” She glances around, fingers trailing along the shelf before she stops in front of a plush raven. There’s something in the way she touches it, like she’s drawn to it despite herself.
After a moment’s hesitation, she picks it up, turning it over in her hands.
“I suppose this one could look… decent, with the right touches,” she says, her voice betraying the slightest hint of excitement.
The two of you make your way over to the stuffing station, where a large, clear bin of soft, fluffy filling waits. Shadowheart takes a handful, testing the texture between her fingers.
“So, we’re supposed to fill it up ourselves?” she asks, glancing at you as though to gauge your response.
“Yes. It’s all in your hands.” You give her an encouraging smile. “And you can make it as firm or as soft as you like. It’s all about what feels right.”
Shadowheart starts carefully stuffing the raven, pressing the fluff into its wings and body with surprising precision. She even mutters to herself, adjusting the softness and shape until she’s satisfied, her expression a mix of concentration and determination. You watch, amused and touched by the amount of care she’s putting into it.
After she’s finished, she holds it up, scrutinizing her handiwork.
“It looks… surprisingly well-made,” she says, her tone faintly smug. “Now, for the clothes?”
You lead her over to the table filled with tiny outfits, and her eyes light up, though she tries to keep her excitement subdued. She picks up a little cloak, examining its stitching and material with a critical eye, then selects a small leather satchel, a tiny hat, and even a pair of soft boots.
“It should look dignified, don’t you think?” she says, a slight smile tugging at her lips. She seems entirely absorbed, mixing and matching accessories with the precision of someone assembling armor.
“You’re really getting into this, aren’t you?” you tease gently.
She scoffs, but there’s no real venom behind it. “It’s hardly my fault they have such a selection,” she retorts, adjusting the tiny cloak around the raven’s shoulders. “It’s… surprisingly satisfying, I suppose.”
Finally, after making the perfect adjustments, she holds up the finished plush raven, a look of genuine pride on her face. It’s dressed as a miniature adventurer, complete with a tiny leather satchel, a cloak that’s a tad oversized, and a determined look on its embroidered face. She looks at it for a moment, the faintest hint of a smile playing on her lips.
“It’s perfect,” she says, voice soft and full of a quiet satisfaction. “Almost like it’s ready to go out and explore the world.”
You grin, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest as you watch her.
“It suits you,” you say gently. “And it’s nice to see you letting yourself enjoy something like this.”
Shadowheart meets your eyes, a small flush rising to her cheeks.
“Well… it’s nice to know you can still surprise me,” she murmurs, slipping her hand into yours. She keeps the raven held close, cradling it like something precious as you head back out into the streets of Rivington.
As you leave, she gives you a sidelong glance, her eyes sparkling with a rare, unguarded happiness.
“Thank you,” she says quietly, and you can tell she means it with all her heart.
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Jaheira:
When you suggest stopping by the little shop in Rivington—the one where you can create your own custom cuddly toy—Jaheira gives you a skeptical look.
"Stuffed animals? Really?" she asks, raising an eyebrow, her usual composed demeanor fully intact. “I hardly think I’m the kind for such things.”
“Come on,” you say, nudging her gently. “When’s the last time you did something purely for fun? Humor me?”
She sighs, giving you a knowing look, but she lets you lead her inside. The shop is warm and cozy, its shelves lined with plush forms of all shapes and sizes—bears, wolves, cats, even mythical creatures like dragons and griffons. The air is filled with the subtle scent of lavender, and soft music plays in the background, giving the place an inviting charm.
Jaheira looks around, still skeptical, but there’s a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
“So, we’re to choose one of these?” she asks, reaching out to touch a small bear form, fingers brushing it with mild curiosity.
“Not just choose one,” you say. “We’ll stuff it ourselves, dress it up however we like. They even have little accessories.”
Jaheira rolls her eyes, but you catch a glint of interest there. She scans the shelves, fingers grazing various forms before settling on a plush owl, its round, unstuffed body and large eyes staring up at her.
“An owl… wise, elegant,” she muses, her gaze softening. “Yes, this one will do.”
You lead her to the stuffing station, where a large bin of soft, fluffy filling awaits. Jaheira takes a handful, examining the texture with surprising interest.
“So we’re to fill it ourselves?” she asks, a hint of intrigue in her tone.
“Yes,” you say with a grin. “You get to decide exactly how it feels. It’s all about personal touch.”
She gives you a playful, exasperated look before she starts stuffing the owl, pressing the fluff into its wings and round belly with precise, deliberate motions. She frowns with concentration as she adjusts the softness, her hands moving deftly, each handful placed with care. It’s a rare sight to see her so focused on something so simple, and you can’t help but feel a swell of affection as you watch her.
After a few minutes, she holds up the now-plush owl, looking pleased.
“I’d say it’s rather well-done, wouldn’t you?” she asks, her voice a bit smug, as if she’s somehow mastered the art of toy-stuffing.
“It’s perfect,” you reply with a grin. “But it still needs clothes. Come on, let’s pick out an outfit.”
Jaheira huffs, but she follows you over to the display of tiny outfits. She begins sorting through them, her initial hesitance quickly replaced by enthusiasm.
“This owl deserves something… dignified, don’t you think?” she murmurs, selecting a tiny, hooded cloak with a deep green color reminiscent of her own attire. She finds a small leather belt with a matching satchel, then carefully places a miniature staff alongside the owl.
“It looks like a little adventurer,” you say, amused by how much thought she’s putting into each detail.
“Yes, it does,” she replies, adjusting the cloak and tilting the owl’s head slightly. She’s smiling, her eyes alight with an excitement that’s both playful and genuine. “This little owl is ready for any quest. Maybe it can take on the lands beyond the grove,” she says with a chuckle, clearly amused by her own vision.
For the finishing touch, she finds a tiny brooch shaped like a leaf, pinning it to the owl’s cloak.
She steps back, arms crossed, surveying her creation with a look of pure satisfaction. “There. A proper representation of our calling,” she says, almost as if she’s evaluating an ally in battle.
You can’t help but laugh, the sound warm and affectionate. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this… enthused.”
She narrows her eyes, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.
“I… suppose it’s rather charming,” she admits, her voice soft. “It’s been some time since I did something purely for amusement. Not that I’ll admit it freely,” she adds, casting you a wry smile.
As you both make your way out of the shop, she cradles the owl against her chest, its little cloak fluttering slightly with each step. She holds it with a tenderness that surprises you, and it’s a glimpse of the warmth and gentleness she usually guards so carefully. You reach over, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and she leans into your side with a quiet sigh. Content. Happy.
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Hey so uhh
I'm trying to save up for top surgery
So i tried opening up an etsy store to sell little handmade thingies like these patches right here i cross stitched:
so if you're interested why not have a look! this is the link
a rb helps too <3 tysm to everyone!
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Two halves of a whole. They make each other better, and worse, and more importantly - comfortable with who they are at their cores. They are both softer and stronger together. They're not glued at the hip, but they're in it together, always.
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