#or worse. name the child.

[jeeaark]

So. Looked at egg lad's grown up stats. Egg baby is. Interesting! Terrifying!

Can't help but see egg baby be Arabella's very helpful friend in next upcoming big adventure I'll tell you that. Already has the weirdest origin backstory for it. 'Oh yeah, I was raised by two weirdo rogue illithids and the Prince of the Comet's Champion, No biggie. My brother and I hatched on the same day- What? Oh no, my brother is an owlbear. Don't even get me started on who my aunts and uncles are.'

I don't quite understand how the sending letters work in BG3, so I'm resorting to ye ol' DnD style Sending Spell instead. Pretty sure Gale could easily figure out how to bend the fabric of reality to use one of those.

[treasureplcnet]

various karl and esther drawings :') netflix give them back to me PLEASE i don't want to keep going without them

[kirbsto]

Obligatory thruple post

[tricoufamily]

visiting the hometown

(want everyone to know this edit came to me in a dream and i changed the lore just to do it)

[m1d-45]

saw the sad kazuha fic and I'm just thinking what if we forgive them but not because we love or genuinely think they deserve it but because we're afraid of what they'll do if we don't forgive them. Ignore this if you dont wanna

under duress

a/n: i know i said asks were delayed… anyway sorry if this isn’t what you wanted but thanks for the request!

-> warnings: spoilers for mondstat + liyue archon quests as well as for childe lore/story quest, childe is his own warning in this one, very obsessive behavior, not sure if it’s a direct match but yandere behavior, including mentions of violence resulting from it(mentions of blood, death to unnamed minor characters, nothing too graphic but it is there). post-imposter au, but no mentions of injuries on/to you, past or present. they are a borderline cult to be honest

-> lowercase intended!

desperation is dangerous.

it fueled you as you ran, escaping the characters you once loved. it lit the fire in your soul that burned brighter every time you had to look around you and know that the entire world, so familiar yet so foreign, was against you.

you weren’t a fool. you knew the lengths that they would go to for their gods. you knew firsthand the time and effort they would dedicate for a chance at being in favor.

and you were afraid.

it was almost as if you had never been recognized, in some sick way. your heart still picked up in fear, you still kept your eyes down and head low, your words were still short and clipped if even there. then, you were desperate to survive. to keep on. to live for one more day, one more hour, any minute a new chance to try and find a way out of here and back home.

(home. you used to call this world your home. how bitter a word.)

now, you’re hoping for time alone. you wake up, in a bed that by all measures should be comfortable, still exhausted and unrested. somebody knocks at your door as you prepare to leave your room, and you halfheartedly respond. another day filled with people who want your attention, no matter the cost.

even if the price is your comfort.

breakfast is.. fine. barbatos—he told you to call him venti, once upon a time, but you refuse to associate that happy bard with.. this—is telling a story you don’t bother to listen to, instead watching his hands dance across the strings of his lyre. you’re not fooled by their delicate nature, the graceful arcs of his fingers only a mask for what you know he’s capable of.

news of a murder travels fast, after all.

there are people asking for your audience, he says. you know, you reply.

people always want you to listen.

you remember when you were first shown the palace that they’d created for you, remember as morax and focalors showed you the cor lapis jewelry, the gold inlays and marble tiles. a true show of power and wealth. fitting for the creator, the archons say. our gift to you in return, they add.

the two had rambled on and on, bouncing off each other seamlessly, talking about how he’d suggested this ore for that, or that she’d wanted this for you.

you.

they say it’s all for you. everything. they claim to dedicate their lives to you, they say that everything they did and will do is for you, all of it for you, you, you. if you mention you like something, no matter how offhand, they trip over themselves to get it for you. every gift, every offering, every carefully chosen sentence and supposedly comforting smile is all for you. all because of you.

it’s not.

any expression of discomfort is met not with an apology of their behavior, but of your surroundings. ‘we’re sorry our gifts are not to your liking,’ rather than we’re sorry we interrupted your walk.’ ‘what can we do for your forgiveness?’ rather than ‘what do you need?’

you could feel the same spark of fear light up your chest every time one of them approached you. the frenzied pledges of devotion and loyalty always seemed to extend beyond rationality, and though you had no doubt in your mind that they wouldn’t hurt you—at least not intentionally—that same security did not extend to others- or even themselves.

childe, on one knee, what you’re certain is a well-rehearsed speech flowing off of his bloodstained lips. you don’t know what he’s saying, and don’t plan to listen. you know him, his character, and though you wanted to believe against all odds that he was truly ajax, not rotted to his core by the abyss, it’s clear that was the case.

he pledges to slaughter anybody that ever crosses you. you have a feeling he’s already started, judging by the darker patches on his hair.

when did this happen? when had quiet admiration turn into manic worship? when did they stop acting sugar-sweet and kind?

(you wonder if that was ever the case. if the faces you saw and adored through a screen were ever the real ones. had they simply put up a front? had they put on a show for you, to convince you that they were kind, good people, only to turn and reveal their true nature once you were in their grasp?

not for the first time, your mind turns to the throne you’re sitting on. had they made a new one, or was this the same one they killed the ‘false god’ upon? would they tell you if you asked?)

childe calls your name, and you blink. he’s looking up at you, now, his eyes too soft a shade of blue to be attached to somebody like him.

you don’t forgive him. you say you do. the smile that forms gets blood on his teeth.

desperation kept you alive.

and now it will kill you.

[maegalkarven]

I just thought of the most hilarious next protagonist of Baldur's Gate saga.

(Note what most of the outcomes used as background info here come from the characters' "good" endings. Proceed with caution.)

A child of Durge and Gortash, killed inside their parent's womb when Durge denied Bhaal, resurrected alongside them by Jergal.

A child any of The Dead Three can lay a claim on because they are:

A child of previous chosen of Bane

A child of Bhaalspawn, a bhaalspawn themselves, albeit striped of that when Bhaal took his essence from Durge, killing them instantly.

DIED before even being born, so clearly Myrkul's subject.

Resurrected by Jergal, so there's ties to that as well.

Can be compelled to follow any of The Dead Three paths, or try to play them and set them against each other, or follow Jergal, or forge their own path.

Essentially a child with no fate.

Can look either as Durge (and be any race Durge presented as) or as Gortash.

The last possibility bringing unique encounters and dialogues and character never knowing they can use being Lord Gortash's child to their advantage or ppl they meet were their father's enemies and they need to dash.

Having ties to different fractions depending on who Durge romanced or if Durge not romanced anyone.

Being raised in Underdark if their parent ended up with Minthara.

Same with unascended Astarion, + lots of acquainted spawns in the Underdark.

Being raised in Hell if their parent went to Avernus with Karlach.

Being raised either in Waterdeep if Gale is their stepfather or with Duke freaking Ravengard as a step- grandfather.

Having ties with Selunites if Shadowheart is a woman they call mother.

Being raised in the nature and having Druids call them their own if Durge and Halsin were involved.

Being raised amongst githianki revolution if Lae'zel was their parent's choice of heart. Having their mother leading a rebellion against a god.

Having lots of unique content regarding that.

Possible companions include:

Arabella

Mol

Yenna

That girl who was kidnapped and eaten by auntie Ethel.

Mayrina's child.

A child of lady Janneth and Oscar.

One or several of Jaheira's grandchildren.

[quietwingsinthesky]

i do love canon amy & rory but god, does some part of me wish they really had gone with the idea of the doctor picking up a child as a companion (and then later, that child’s best friend with a huge crush on her.) with the rest of the season really not changing at all, except now it’s amelia pond with an angel in her head killing her and lost alone in the woods. it’s little rory who dies and is forgotten and becomes a toy soldier. if this is going to be a fairy tale, then let it be one. children have never been safe in fairy tales.

[blood-orange-juice]

Another prediction/contemplation: what if Childe loses access to Foul Legacy too. Probably temporarily, also I don't expect it to happen in 4.2, rather in his second story quest if we get one.

It's sort of his theme in this expansion: first his Vision, then Delusion (I assume he was without it in Meropide) and Fatui resources, and now there's only one thing left.

Swordless samurai moment and all that.

Would be nice to disentangle his character from having awesome eldritch powers. He's not defined by that, he's defined by how he thinks.

(ideally I'd love everyone to come to a conclusion that we should give him all the shiny eldritch toys because he's even worse without them)

[feroluce]

Thinking more Thoughts about Skirk and Tartaglia and while he does seem to have had a drastic personality change while in the abyss, I personally enjoy the interpretation that Tartaglia was always Like That. It was always just kind of simmering beneath the surface, maybe not fully developed yet, but definitely there. He ran away from home for a reason, after all! It was too monotonous for him! He wanted something more! An adventure, a great battle! Literally all he took with him was a bag of bread and a weapon!

And Skirk was the first one to not only drag all that out of him, to see all these pieces of Tartaglia that he wasn't really sure about yet, but she embraced it (she "nurtured the ability to stir up endless havoc from within Ajax's trouble-mongering nature" according to canon), and that helped him to embrace it and sharpen it in turn.

So when they do finally reunite, and she of course calls him Ajax because that was how she knew him back then, I love the thought of Tartaglia noticing he strangely doesn't feel the need to correct her. He maybe tells her later that he changed his name when he became a Fatui Harbinger, because she would notice everyone addressing him differently from her, but it's just to state a fact. He doesn't tell her that she needs to call him "Tartaglia" too. Because the name change had been meant as a new start and a new path, something different and further away from the legend his father had named him after, but Skirk was the one person to see Ajax as he really was and not only fully accept, but encourage it. So he finds he doesn't mind it when she uses his old name. It's ok when it's coming from her. ♡

((...I mean all of this in a derogatory way btw, Skirk actively made him worse in the most hilarious way possible and I love that for her HEKDJJDKDMDMF))

[wis121178]

I have a mini submas au in my head where after ingo's disappearance, they hired a new guy to essentially fill ingo's spot so the battle subway can keep running. Everyone low-key hates their guts for what they represent but they know they need them there.

[lairmadness]

How about that Ogerpon

Please read the tags!

[hella1975]

sometimes i think about the fact my grandparents literally overnight just cut us off and im like. how did u even do that. does it torment you

[fecto-forgo]

sorry vent in the tags bc i think im going insane over this one?

[meirimerens]

i know the Willow Mellow lore gets worse the longer you dig inside of it + it reflects even Worse on the writers when you put the actual words on her situation but let's not forget Darlings she is a child. she is 15 to 17yo depending on what piece of documentation we refer to, too young to consent to sex and therefore does not fit the category of "sex worker", and instead falls under the definitions of "sexually exploited youth", more specifically "sexually exploited child", as UNICEF, UNESCO, Convention for the Rights of the Child, [...] and general common sense all define "child" as "person under the age of 18".

she is the victim of kidnapping by her """adoptive father""" and of sexual exploitation by her (presumably adult) "clients" (as she does not appear to have a pimp, and is instead written saying she loves what she does and such giddy teehee fun. [powerful side-eye through someone in the writing team.] [she's not a Real Person I have to stress, so someone wrote her like this, wrote this kid like this.] [it is all part of a narrative in which she is struggling to shake off her "father's" exploitation, an inherently tragic one, but she still was written that way, and could have been written any other way, with any other "rebellious" act]). calling her a sex worker as a child who is basically the same age as P2 Capella or Grace is putting her in a Grown-Up category especially harmful considering we are supposed to read her as an indigenous girl, member of the Kin (even if her lore is Mysterious and Hazy) and indigenous women and girls are sexualized in racialized ways which often paint them as more ~~~naturally~~~ sexually liberated, or docile, or submissive, or [insert racist x sexist stereotype promoted by colonizers to excuse the mistreatment of indigenous women and girls].

tldr yes it's worse when you actually call her what she actually is, and worse tenfold when you read what the writers make her say about it [even as an inherently tragic situation that we can recognize and put words on (hence this post), she could have been written any other way, with any other rebellious act, but you know.] but you know x2 (SIDE-EYES SOMEONE ON THE WRITING TEAM VERY HARD TIL ME EYES POP OUT ME SKULL)

[eternal-brainrot]

i think if i go to work today i may actually explode or turn into a puddle of mush or some other sort of physical manifestation of a mental breakdown

[lab-rat-guy]

okay i just have to make it through tomorrow and then it's all going to be fine for like two weeks maybe hopefully