#mizora x tav

[whenthesummersgone]

[shoddynomenclature]

Vampire!Mizora x GN!Reader

Okay so I lied, but this will actually be the last one. I swear. As always, inspiration came from this post by sorcerous-caress:

This is an 18+ post. Mizora is hella toxic. This one got way kinker and darker than I originally planned 😅

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Mizora comes for you one evening unexpectedly. It isn’t particularly late, you’re in the middle of supper when you feel her cool fingers on the back of your neck and her wings wrapping around your body. She appeared out of nowhere, she doesn’t even bother making a spectacle of it anymore. She simply arrives at camp as if she was invited.

You wished she would wait until the others were asleep and take you silently into the night. However, what she lacks in a grand entrance, she makes up for in spectacular and humiliating departure. Your cheeks flush at the thought of what the others think of this display. You know all them would raise their swords in a heartbeat, chasing the she-devil back whatever hellhole she crawled out of, if you were to only give the word. But you won’t. And Mizora knows it.

Karlach, as always, is the first to leave. “Well, pardon me.” She says, briskly discarding whatever is left of her supper on to the dirt. “I’ve got to go find something to smash that isn’t this bastard’s head.”

The exchange amuses Mizora. She takes your face roughly into her hand. “You’ve done well with your friends puppy. We wouldn’t want a repeat of last time now, would we?” A flash pops into your mind of Karlach’s unbridled rage charging Mizora. You remember how Karlach was so simply swatted away as if she were a horsefly. You shiver as you recall the way Mizora took you not too far from camp that night so your companions could hear your screams and pathetic pleas.

You tremble at the memory, causing Mizora’s wings to pull you closer as she gently soothes you. You allow her darkens to envelop you, closing your eyes as she takes you away. By the time you open them again, you are not longer standing at your camp. You exhale, relieved she saw fit to make tonight show a short one. The two of you were alone now.

The room you found yourself standing in was familiar. This is the room she takes you to most often, given she doesn’t have any particularly special plans that night.

The room was cool and dark, though your darkvision made it bearable. It was a dungeon of sorts, equipped with all Mizora’s favorite toys. You had felt the sting of nearly every single one of them. You were unsure of where exactly the room was. Perhaps you were in the hells. Perhaps you were in Faerun. For all you knew, this room was nothing more than an illusion. It mattered little. The cold wet stone was almost comfortably familiar. After last time, it was a welcome return.

Mizora lead you to her favorite spot, a tilt table not so different from the one being used on the prisoner in the goblin camp. She gently undressed you before guiding your limbs apart, securing them in comfortable restraints. You weren’t exactly sure why she had invested in such a comfortable device seeing that she mostly preferred to maximize your discomfort at any given point, but you were grateful nonetheless.

After making sure you were secure, she began her feeding. She started, as always, with your neck, the pain caused you to groan and squirm under her. She made short work of holding you down, digging her sharp nails into your hips. She didn’t stay at your neck for long before moving on your out stretched arms, then to your torso. You knew some, if not most, of the places she bit contained no large veins or arteries. She just liked to listen to your whimpers as she pierced your skin again and again. She tilted the table back so you were lying nearly horizontal, giving her easy access to the inside of your thighs. She bit at the veins, causing you to thrash and groan. You were growing weak from the shear loss of blood. You were unsure how much had actually made it into her mouth, though.

When she was finally done, she licked a wet trail from your navel to your chest, carelessly letting your blood fall from her mouth. She looked up at briefly, enjoying the fear in your eyes as you watched the blood drip off her tongue. She adjusted the table so you were mostly upright again. The adjustment made you dizzy as all the blood left your head.

Mizora laughed, watching your body go limp, held up only by your restraints. She traced her fingers across your skin admiring the way your body oozed with wasted blood. “Such a beautiful puppy,” she cooed, gently lifting your head and placing a kiss against your lips and forehead.

She walked slowly across the small room, tugging at a draped cloth on the opposite wall. The fabric fell to reveal a mirror, one that you could see your whole body in. You weakly attempted to look away. You felt pathetic.

She stood behind you, admiring her creation. “Look at you,” she said, lifting your head so you were forced to look into the mirror. She, of course, had no reflection, leaving you the sole subject. She chuckled. “Imagine if your friends could see you now. Their fearless leader a whimpering mess in my hands.” She paused, soaking up your humiliation. “You know, you are my favorite plaything. I’ve had many others, but this,” she motioned toward your bloody frame. “This is a masterpiece. My masterpiece.”

Despite everything, her words made your heart swell. You felt great honor in being her prize possession. She continued to admire you, teasing your naked body with the occasional slap or pinch. She repeated her praises over and over again. You are so beautiful. She is so proud of you. You are her pride and joy.

After a while, your vision grew spotty. Your head swam with an uncontrollable desire to sleep. She untied your restraints, taking you into her strong embrace. She held you until you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning you awoke, sore and battered, on your own bedroll. You were back at camp, fully clothed, where she always left you. She was gone.

You attempted to move your body, straining to move your heavy limbs. If she made any attempt to heal you last night, you couldn’t feel it. Luckily, your groans of pain quickly caught Shadowheart’s attention. She knelt down next to you. “Lay down. And try to be still.” She sighed, clearly annoyed this was now her problem.

With her prayers, you felt heat flow back into your body. Your limbs no longer felt so heavy, and your mind did not feel so hazy.

“Thank you.” You whispered, able to sit up and move freely. Everyone at camp would know what happened last night. Few apart from Lae’zel would dare to ask any questions. No one aside from maybe Wyll would understand. You were grateful you never felt pressured to explain yourself to anyone.

You traveled the world with your companions. Everything that was yours was thiers in turn. Everything, except for this. Your bond with Mizora belongs to the two of you alone.

[celeste-bg3]

keep crying wyll i’m your step mom now

[just-a-torn-up-masterpiece]

baldur's gate iii masterlist

shadowheart

[iamtheholyghost]

Would yous read a Mizora x reader if I wrote one? 🤤🥵

[the-song-of-avernus]

PSA: Know how Mizora sticks around your Act 3 camp and refuses to leave? Know how Mizora tries to get Wyll's dad blown to bits by spiders if you refuse Wyll's contract extension? Know how she's ruined Wyll's life for 7 years and been a pain for Karlach and for everyone else too?

Flesh to Stone. Sticks even through teleport, and if she fails all three CON saves, it is PERMANENT unless you use Basilisk Oil on her.

This way she can never hurt anyone else again (at least for a while) NOR can ruin the next few months for my fiancé Wyll and I.

Enjoy being a permanent fixture of the Elfsong Tavern, arsehole. Can't KILL her, but technically this doesn't qualify as harm. :)

(edit 2: Love that this is my most popular thing. Still works as of Hotfix 19. Please NEVER remove this Larian)

[ghastlytofu]

okay but wyll being extra cautious about relationships in part because mizora's literally spying on his life through the sending stone that is his prosthetic eye.

who wants to expose their lover to that, or risk being vulnerable when you know your abuser is watching your every move? and wyll with his admitted dreamer's heart, getting misty-eyed over mermaids as a boy, brave and generous and warm as a man, seven years under mizora's yoke but still aching for a fairytale romance.... esjfjsk;

[cambion-companion]

BG3 Companions on a Halloween Date

YES I was itching to do something for the BG3 gang for the season. You could say it's been bugging me. Hah. Ok sorry it's the influence of my pfp.

Let's start with

You want a cozy night in under the covers, watching scary movies (or puppet shows or whatever the heck is the equivalent in Faerun) but he's not sold on the idea. "I've seen enough horror to last me several lifetimes, darling."

Instead Astarion would take you out in the crisp Autumn air, under the distant sun, for a walk crunching through the dried leaves of brown and red.

He'd want to go to the pumpkin patch to find the perfect gourd for a Jack-o-Lantern.

When the sun set so very early in the afternoon, you'd retire back to your cozy abode and set to carving faces into your pumpkins.

Astarion of course would make short work of his, dexterous as ever with those knives, and he would do his best to shape the face into what he hopes he looks like.

Either that or, depending on where you're at in his character arc, he'd remake Cazador BEFORE gutting it and making a whole show of utterly eviscerating the poor Halloween decoration. "Astarion, this is supposed to be relaxing." "This IS my ideal downtime."

You want someone who will snuggle under the covers and watch Hocus Pocus with you? Wyll is your man. But sorry I'm trying to keep to a less modern AU.

Wyll seems like the kind of guy who would put on some fitting music as you two cooked together, dancing in the kitchen intermittently and almost forgetting to check on the cookies before they burned.

He's such a sweetheart, checking to make sure you're happy with just spending an evening indoors with him. "We can go out on the town if you desire, sweetheart." "No, Wyll, I've told you this is absolutely perfect."

Depending on the choices you've made with him thus far, Mizora might pop in to dip her finger in the batter and bamf out again, giving ya'll a cheeky wink. "Ta ta, love imps. You make me physically ill."

Sigh, you're back for more bones hm?

Alright I'll entertain you.

You ask Withers to dance to Spooky Scary Skeletons. He looks at you, unimpressed. "Get thee hence." "Wilt thou harass someone else?"

Ideally I would propose and she'd say "yes". Oh what? Sorry, I was miles away.

For a Halloween date. Hm. A corn maze. Definitely.

She'd be all about her tutelage under Shar's freaks followers and want to show off her sneaking skills.

It would turn into a game of hide-and-go-seek and then it'd get a little creepy before she'd inevitably pounce on you and you'd end of in a fit of laughter together.

"I wasn't going to hurt you!" "Well, Shaddy, sometimes I wonder." "Good to keep you on your toes, then." "Careful, I saw a pond on the way in."

Then you two would go and get some candied apples and chat about memories and flowers that bloom in the gloaming.

Oh Gale.

He'd love to read to you out of a classic gothic novel (cough cough Dracula cough cough) while you two cozy up under some blankets.

He'd probably get fresh with you and run a hand up your leg or something, OH SORRY this is post the patch that fixed that? OK. He'd wait an extra hour.

Tara would curl up next to you and listen as he read from the book, the firelight crackling and warming your bodies as the night grows dark outside.

Afterward he would ask if you'd like to be guided into the Astral plane where you can look down on the All Hallow's Eve festivities below.

yeah, gotta give Tiefling daddy some love. Especially since I still feel bad for massacring them all my last playthru.

Zevlor is another who has seen his fair share of horror, and he would opt to do something more lighthearted with you for a Halloween date.

He seems like a family kind of man, so I expect he would invite the whole gang over for a delicious dinner. Mol and her friends, Arabella and her parents. Rolan and Zorru and maybe even Auntie Ethel will sneak in there. Then it really WOULD be a Halloween experience.

After the dinner and the guests are snoozing or already left he'd wrap an arm around you and pull you close. "Would you accompany me outside? I would like to show you the stars and tell their tales. It's been so long since I've gotten to properly admire them. Or you."

Of course I have to include the daddy devil, who do you think I am?

Raphael would take you to a haunted house, of course. OF COURSE.

Hell, what better house that is haunted than the House of Hope?

It would be horrifying for you, since the no touching rules don't apply there, and most amusing for him.

You'd practically climb the cambion in your efforts to avoid the ghosties, especially that one who constantly says "huuuurt meeee, pleeeaaase."

Raphael would enjoy watching you squirm, and remind you such a fate would not be yours only IF you followed his rules.

Oh yeah, and maybe if you're lucky, or perhaps very unlucky, he'll invite you to his Boudoir.

Oak Father frowns on dissecting pumpkins for the sake of creating superfluous lanterns (or something...I heard it from a friend who heard it from a friend, ok)

Instead, Halsin would druid craft you vines and harvest fruits in whatever shapes, sizes, and colors you desired.

He'd also want to go trick or treating so BADLY. "But Halsin, you're eight feet tall and built like a linebacker. No one is going to mistake you for a kid." Then he'd cast Disguise Self and you'd be forced to take him out on the town in hunt of candy.

Poor guy didn't have much of a childhood and wants to experience the finer things in life. Get those king sized candy bars...just once.

You are a bit huffy, having expected a more...romantic evening than this. But he'll make it up to you later winkwonk , till you can bearly stand it.

Aw

You guys would get all CUTE and gussied up together.

Go out on the town.

Pick the best looking victim to be a sacrifice to Lolth.

Wait...what?

[justporo]

Astarion making use of his skills to help Wyll

Shamelessly using this for an original post because I like the idea too much! Spoilers ahead, be warned!

So, as this post imagined (and thanks for @daedriclys for tagging me):

What if Astarion just went "ahem, I'd actually like to take a look at this legal document, thank you very much!" and went to help Wyll with his contract by Mizora.

I'd love to see how Astarion would take the opportunity to do something good for someone else because personal growth and redemption. Also this fucking devil can eat shit, Astarion's tired of people being forced into slavery.

So he fiercly interrupts and demands that Wyll will have at least a day to review the contract and when Mizora agrees through gritted teeth, the party gets to work: Astarion admits that he might be a little rusty and that he was shit at his job back then, but he's dead set on making this one thing right. (Also we know he knows history, so I feel it's not hard to imagine him being a bit scholarly and enjoying to learn things and figure stuff out - also he is smart!)

So he drags the whole party to where he knows is a Law library in Baldur's Gate and tries to find out everything on these kinds of contracts. He goes over the contract again and again trying to find ways out for Wyll while everyone else has turned into his research assistants (Gale is obviously his lead researcher because that man knows his way around a library). ("No, Karlach, it's 'pacta sunt servanda', spelled p-a-c-t-ugh, you know what, please let someone help you with looking for it!")

They spend the whole 24 hours to work out the best possible solution and when Mizora comes back her jaw is on the floor because not only did her plan not work, Astarion got Wyll some compensation and a severance-package worked out and might even sue. Also Astarion reads out every single term and condition and exactly decodes why it is shitty and wrong and why the wording could have used some work, all in his sassy little tone - while Mizora is fuming, but she has to listen to it, because formalities will have it that way.

And Astarion might play it down afterwards for just liking the challenge but he's actually so happy he could actually use his specific knowledge to help someone - and kinda remedy some of his past wrongdoings.

[kashkadavr]

Oh no… what my Wyll will do without Mizora… Anyway

[wraithwen]

pussyblocked

[tiannasfanfic]

Welp, after last night, my Tav is an official, bonafide, card carrying Monster Fucker. So far, they have not had sex with anyone else BUT monsters. So far, we’re at Astarion, The Emperor and Mizora.

Oddly enough though, Astarion doesn’t care if you fuck monsters while you’re in a relationship with him. There’s no new dialogue options with him after either one, all he does is tease you about it when he walks in at the end of you and Mizora.

On the other hand, Wyll Disaproves of your tryst with Mizora and has to talk to you about it immediately, even when you’re NOT in a relationship with him. He tells you he hopes you’re more careful in the future, all with the “I’m not mad, just disappointed” tone.

Sorry, Wyll. 😅

So, with that, the game makes it pretty clear in both cases that Astarion knows about you and The Emperor and Mizora. I’m just not sure why he doesn’t care with those two since he does care when it comes to you hooking up with other companions.

…then again, this is a Mindflayer and a Demon we’re talking about. He probably whisks you away to somewhere private as soon as he sees you limping away from Mizora.

“Okay, darling, I need DETAILS,” Astarion says as he pours you both some tea. “You simply MUST tell me EVERYTHING! Starting with the tentacles!”

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

I See You

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: gorgon reader, self doubt, Astarion being a soft boi

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You always had your cowl on. It covered your eyes and all of your hair, it was one of the first things Astarion noticed about you when you started traveling together. You had rejected all of his physical advantages and when he confessed he actually felt something for you, you were honestly quite shocked. You had tried your best to keep your new companions at arm's length. They were sweet people, you wanted to protect them. You liked Astarion too, and begrudgingly you admitted that to him. He was elated, as were you. You liked that he was slow to touch. He only ever touched your hands. He tried to hold your face once, but when he saw you move away from him he only smiled understandingly. He never pushed you. But as of late you could sense a question building up inside him. You became a bit reserved, fearing the worst. 

“Darling…” Astarion called into your tent.

You scrambled to flip your hood up “Yes?” you said as you slipped your glasses on. 

He slipped inside, the soft orange glow of candles tinting his skin. “I… Can we talk?” 

You nodded, the lump in your throat would give you away if you spoke. 

He sat on the floor with you, random pillows and blankets strewn about creating a comfortable environment. “I just wanted to ask you a few questions… and please know I am not trying to be rude when I ask them…” his voice was gentle, you could feel his sincerity.

Your tense muscles eased a bit, “Alright.” you said kindly.

“Your hood… it hides a lot of you… May I inquire as to why?” he said as he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles, holding your hand. 

You froze for a moment. In all honesty, you knew you could only live in blissful denial for so long. You knew this day would come and you would have to reveal your true self to him. You let out a shaky sigh before answering “It’s because of what I am.” you said flatly.

“What do you mean?” he questioned, you could hear his confusion. 

“I’m… I’m a gorgon.” you whispered.

“Pardon?” he asked, a bit of disbelief in his tone. 

You slowly pulled your hood off. Snakes of all shapes and sizes tousled about, finally free of their cage. You kept your sunglasses on but your eyes remained glued to the floor. The tent was so quiet, all you could hear was the wriggle and hisses of your snakes. 

You felt his finger tilt your chin upwards. “My sweet, is that all? Were you afraid I would think differently of you?” 

“Do you know what gorgons can do?” you asked, and eyebrow raising.

“If I’m honest, I’m not extraordinarily well versed in the creatures of the far realms. I’ve heard of gorgons but nothing specific comes to mind.” his cheeks would have tinged with blush if they could.

“We aren’t creatures… we are monsters. Hideous and… cursed.” you curled into yourself, pulling your knees to your chest. 

“How so?” he asked with a slight scoff. You were amazing, a monster is the last thing you could be. 

“Our eyes… they turn the living to stone. Statues frozen in fear for eternity.” a tear slipped down your face. 

Astarion moved his hand up to your face slowly. Your mind screamed at you to move back but you didn’t. He held your face, wiping the tears away. He took your glasses off in a swift motion. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to feel for your glasses with your hand. 

“Sneak a peek…” his lips whispered next to your ear.

“I can’t…” you responded, a shiver running down your spine from his comment.

“Trust me.” he kissed over your jaw before nipping your lip and kissing you.  

“Astarion please…” you whimpered out.

“Trust me.” he repeated as he kissed just below your eyes.

You cracked them open ever so carefully, just barely letting light hit your eyes. You caught a glimpse of him before you squeezed them shut. “I don’t want to scare you…” 

A soft chuckle seeped out of Astarion, “Little love, there is nothing to be afraid of.” he assured you. 

He held you close, you felt safe. You wanted nothing more than to relent but how could you? If he became stone you could never forgive yourself. He was your first friend, your first lover. You can’t, and yet you feel yourself open your eyes. Tears slipped down your cheeks as your snake-like eyes adjusted to the sudden light. You focused on Astarion. Wow. He was beautiful; time stood still as you two gazed at each other. Every detail of him burned into your brain. This was the first time you two could truly see each other. The air between you was thick with tension. He moved first, crashing his lips onto yours. The kiss softened immediately, a delicate waltz between the two of you. Every fiber of your being was consumed by him. You pulled away, gasping for air while you held his face in your hands. 

“I see you…” he whispered against your lips.

“You’re not afraid? Not… disgusted?” you asked, your voice wobbled. 

Astarion tiled your chin up, your eyes met his. Red like garnet. Sharp, yet soft. “Never.” he said as he kissed your cheek.

You cracked a small smile “Why aren’t you stone?” you wondered aloud as you caressed his face, kissing his neck lovingly. 

“You turn the living to stone.” he repeated what you had told him.

It clicked suddenly, “You’re… undead.” you said aloud, piecing things together.

“Can’t get anything past you.” Astarion teased.

You chuckled at him, one of your smaller snakes landing a playful nip on the arch of his cheek. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner…” you whispered, looking away from him.

“You weren’t ready, I can understand that better than most darling.” He said pulling you close to lay against him. 

You hummed in agreement, “We should sleep…” you yawned as you snuggled into him further, pulling a blanket over you both. 

“Goodnight my love…” he whispered against your forehead, long after he felt your breaths even out and your body relax completely with his.

“Love… you..” you mumbled almost inaudibly as you adjusted your position half asleep. 

Astarion’s heart flipped at your words, he kissed your head before finally slipping into slumber himself.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello everyone! So sorry this took forever to get out. Life and work and mental health have all been pretty overwhelming lately. I'm gonna try to write more soon, but I hope this is good until then. As always, thank you for the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests. TTYLXOXO ILYSM <3

[paarthursass]

You know, there's such a thing as being too good.

[unreadpoppy]

down by the river - chapter 1

Raphael x Warlock!Tav

A/N: Imma be honest that I don't know where I'm going with this. Had the idea for a long time and then got inspired by a reddit post and a few things said in a server. Also, there will probably be a second chapter.

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Chapter 2

While Tav was taking her precious time looting the corpses of their fallen foes, Astarion gathered the others around. 

“What a strange leader we have, don’t you think?” 

“What do you mean?” Shadowheart asked. 

“I mean, she barely speaks to anyone about anything, when we try to ask her about her life, she shuts off. I mean, I have my doubts that ‘Tav’ is even her real name!” Astarion said. “Besides, she has that…weird… writing on her collarbone that looks like a burn scar that no one can figure out what it means.”

The cleric looked at Tav, who was far away and with her back turned towards them. “Well, we all have our secrets. I know I have mine.” Then, she addressed Astarion. “However, I will say, I don’t even know what her…deal is.” 

“Deal?” The vampire asked. 

“You know. You’re a rogue, I’m a cleric, Wyll’s a warlock, but Tav…” 

At that moment, Wyll put his head in between the two of them. “I think it’s best if you leave the gossip for later.” He motioned forwards with his chin. “Tav’s coming.” 

They tried not to look suspicious, each looking in another direction. Tav eyed them with a raised brow. 

“Ah Tav, finally done turning every stone you could find?” Astarion asked. She merely grumbled and turned towards Wyll.

“We will go find that devil you need to kill.” Tav said, and began walking away. The three eyed each other and followed along.   

Later that night, now with Karlach in tow, the group was visited by Mizora, who punished her warlock for not keeping his part of the deal. Before the she-devil left, she turned towards the leader.

“Oh and dear Tav, I would keep both of my eyes very open.” She smirked. “Your master is looking for you.” Engulfed in flames, the cambion left the party alone and filled with questions. 

There was silence all around, only the crinkling of the fire being heard, as everyone turned to look at Tav, who had anger written across her face. 

Finally, Karlach spoke. “What…the…fuck.”  

“So. Do you have anything you’d like to tell us, Tav?” Astarion asked, having daggers shot in his direction.

“No.” Tav replied dryly. She sighed. “I’ll go to sleep now. I’d recommend everyone do the same.” She turned her back on the group, gathered her things and laid on her bedroll. The others shared confused and worried looks, but most shrugged and moved on.

 Tav closed her eyes, almost immediately falling into a dream. In it, she saw herself, alongside her companions. It was night and they were near a river, the moon shining above them. There was a figure, waist-deep inside the body of water, surrounded by weird, hook like shapes that turned into fish. 

Tav waved a hand, setting the water ablaze. She entered the river and walked towards the person. After the flames had died down, Tav looked around and then glanced at a familiar face she knew all too well. 

The face of the devil who had saved her many years ago. Whom had burned his name onto her skin. He looked at her and smirked. 

Tav woke up, the mark on her collarbone burning. She breathed rapidly, placing a hand where it hurt and whispered 

“Raphael.” 

[larsisfrommars]

So I fully intend on going onto Larian’s forums and fighting for more Wyll content to pressure them to close the content gap for Wyll within the next patch or two.

I know there are obvious problems like:

His lack of agency when it comes to what happens to Ulder

The lack of seriousness with which his pact with Mizora is taken

“Well met” being his only greeting because it’s bugged

Lack of responsiveness to being in his hometown because it’s bugged

Not really having any really strong opinions unless you commit genocide in act one.

Being the only romance option with no sexual content and only two major romance cutscenes where other main companions get at least 3 (sans Karlach, who we should ALSO advocate for!)

Is there anything else I’m forgetting that should be addressed and would it benefit me to romance Wyll/play Wyll as an origin beforehand to get a first hand POV on the issues with his writing and to brainstorm suggestions for more content/alternatives for problem areas? Am I missing anything major?

I’d love any advice on how to go about this as I’ve never written a complaint like this before and I’m white so there might be some problematic stuff I didn’t even pick up on. I’d love some insight from BIPOC fans who WANT to give it. Putting all the responsibility on BG3 fans of color is the exact OPPOSITE of what I’m trying to do!

If you wanna reblog with any points you wanna make feel free, I’m sure it’ll help other people in similar straights. If you don’t want any drama just DM me no pressure. But I wanna make sure I’m going about this as respectfully and well thought out as possible!