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I think "The Black Parade" is about Tav throughout BG3. Because all we do is saving the broken, the beaten and the damned (aka our companions and NPCs). Also we have to carry on with a parasite in our head and the world crumbling to pieces around us.

Just saw a post on Tumblr with reference to the song, and now I am ready to post this.

Some people say making all romanceable BG3 companions pansexual was "for commercial reasons". I think there was an idea behind it:

Whoever you are, you can be loved and cherished.

It doesn't matter who the main character is in terms of gender, species and race (or race and subrace in game terms), they have a chance to be loved. A comfort for traumatized souls.

Imagine a person start playing the game where they know there is romance with companions, trying to flirt with someone they like and being rejected. It would be heartbreaking. And it is not the game easily replayed, my first playthrough took 200 hours.

What I want to say is... Thank you, Larian Studios, for this masterpiece of a game. There is nothing like it, and I doubt there will ever be.

A year ago my husband told me that I definitely need to start playing this hyped game that had been finally released. A year ago I bought the second copy of the game, turned it on and closed my eyes when the mindflayer tadpole screamed and rushed from the screen into me. A year ago my husband told me not to miss a funny wizard in the rock.

I didn't expect this game to change my life. I didn't expect it to show me so much of myself. I didn't expect it to be a gateway to a vast community of wonderful people. I didn't expect it to give me friends from different parts of the world.

Baldur's Gate 3 did all that and more. It etched itself inside my heart and became more than just a media to me. I saw myself in it, and I analysed myself through it. Baldur's Gate 3 was the first game I started playing on a difficulty higher than "Normal" (or "Balanced"). The first game I played more than once. More than twice. More than thrice.

I haven't been a part of the fandom for several months, but then I discovered a community of creative and supportive people, BG3 fandom in general and Galemancer fandom in particular. It is a huge chaotic fandom where I was able to find my place. With other fandoms I was just a ghost lurking in the shadows, here I am proud to be a part of it.

Thank you, Larian Studios, for the best game (of the year, decade, century). It saved my soul, it gave me peace, it showed that I am not alone. You gave me a place to be myself, even if I am an insufferable talkative romantic nerd.

Happy Anniversary, Baldur's Gate 3! 🎉

Screenshot from my first playthrough

beautiful beautiful men i love them dearly

a piece i did of halsin, astarion, and gale ✨

Mice Among Beasts Pt 2

Willow released a breath she didn’t know she had been holding and looked nervously up at the wall of fur. She froze, the bear was peering over its shoulder, down at them.  

Belle began to whimper once more, grabbing fistfuls of her sister’s shirt as she clung to her. The bear tilted its head ever so slightly before it turned to face them.  

Still trembling herself, Willow stepped in front of her sister. Her eyes stared daggers into those beady black ones and her face was fixed into something she hoped looked threatening. What is your plan here, she thought, scrutinizing the beast.   

It took a single, almost tentative step forward. Her eyes widened and she threw her arms out, “Back!”  

Surprisingly, the bear seemed to… recoil slightly. It continued to stare them down, but strangely enough, that predatory glint that Willow had grown so used to was absent in its eyes. Rather, it looked almost curious.   

She pushed that thought aside. What did it matter what it looked like, it was an animal, and animals only cared about one thing and that was keeping their stomachs full. They had to get out of here and fast. If it hadn’t eaten them before, it was only a matter of time before it would.   

But what was there to do? It currently had the two of them cornered. She didn’t have anything except the clothes on her body. It seemed there was no escape.  

The arms around Willow’s waist gripped her tighter as the bear continued to advance. Her heart threatened to burst out of her chest as it got mere inches away, its musty breath blowing her hair back as it sniffed them. She held her ground though, not daring to move a muscle as it looked them over.   

A low rumble escaped it as it suddenly began to lower itself down, settling onto its stomach with its massive paws draped across the ground. Belle went quiet and peeked out from behind her sister. The bear tilted its head again, still looking as calm and curious as ever.   

Her sister darted back behind her at the beast’s movement. The bear let out another low rumble before it flopped its head down between its paws, resting it on the floor as it stared straight ahead at the two of them.  

Willow narrowed her eyes, trying but failing to move further away. She felt movement at her side and was horrified to see her sister ducking under her arm and stepping forward.  

“What are you doing?” she hissed, snatching up her sister’s wrist when she tried to take another step toward the bear.   

Belle wrenched her hand away, “Maybe it's friendly?”   

“Friendly? It’s a bear, Belle! Bears aren’t friendly, especially not to potential food!”   

“Then how come we haven’t been eaten yet?”   

She opened her mouth to argue but nothing came out. Her sister offered her what she must have thought was a reassuring look before turning around and slowly continuing forward. The bear watched her, going crosseyed to keep her in view. Willow’s heart pounded in her ears, getting ready to run up and pull her away. She stayed still though, just like the bear.  

Belle stopped with an inch between her and the bear's snout. She peered up into its eyes and tilted her head. The bear mirrored her, ever so slightly cocking its head to one side. Her sister turned and shot Willow a pleased smile before turning back around and slowly raising her hand toward the bear’s nose. 

“No wa-!”  

She froze mid-step as Belle’s hand made contact with the bear who bristled slightly at the touch, staring down at the small blue-skinned child. Its eyes slowly began to close as it, to Willow's surprise, seemed to relax into the touch, a low and mellow rumble emanating from the beast.  

Her sister was petting a bear, and the bear was letting her, maybe even possibly liking it?!  

Wha… how… what was-  

A weak, apprehensive laugh filled her ears. Her sister began moving her hand along the length of the bear’s snout, her laughter slowly growing as it continued to peacefully lay there, watching her with… could bears be amused?    

“Hello there” Laughed Belle, “You're not so bad, are you?” she let out a playful shriek as the bear gave her the smallest of shoves with its nose, “Willow! Come say hi! He’s friendly!”   

Willow stared and then shook her head to make sure she was seeing clearly, “I… I’m not sure-” 

Her sister ran over to her, grabbing her hand and beginning to lead her forward. She gulped, letting Belle lead her along while she kept a close eye on the bear.  

It watched them curiously, even daring to inch closer. She tried to back away, but Belle kept a tight grip on her wrist, only letting go when they were close enough that the bear’s breath blew all around them.   

“Go on.” Willow looked from the bear to her beaming sister. She sighed and reached her hand out. The bear leaned forward and into her touch, the cold and wet feeling of its nose sending a soft shiver up her spine. Her eyes widened as the bear’s eyes closed.   

She let her hand rub the length of the snout, in awe at the fact that she was petting something that would have usually made a quick snack out of her.   

Belle placed her own hand up on the bear’s nose, “See?”   

“Yes,” she murmured, “yes I see.”  

Well, at least it didn’t seem they’d have to worry about getting eaten. That’s one problem off their plates, plates that were starting to pile high with problems.    

She withdrew her hand and turned away to peer around the cell. Side-stepping until the mound of fur wasn’t blocking her view, she looked through the bars, scanning the room for any goblins. There didn’t seem to be any. No guards or anything.   

The bits and pieces of a plan began to form in her brain. She hadn’t been able to make out much of this place from their rough journey in, but what she did take away was that it was big. Big places meant lots of nooks and crannies, lots of rooms, lots of places to hide and slink about. If they remained quiet and stuck to the shadows, they had a chance of finding their way out of here.   

“Okay,” she breathed, turning and marching over to Belle who was still petting the docile bear.   

“Wha- hey!” she yelled as Willow grabbed her arm and began dragging her along behind her, “What are you doing?”   

“We are getting out of here.”   

She pointed back over to the bear, “But… but he’s friendly.”  

“Maybe, but those goblins aren’t, and I don’t want to be around when they come back.”   

As they approved the cell bars, the ground beneath them shook and Willow caught a glimpse of brown fur. She spun around and gasped as the bear bounded forward, leaping over top of them and landing with an earth-quaking thud between them and their way out.   

She flinched as the bear released a bellowing roar and stamped its paws. She waited for it to move in for the attack but it didn’t. It simply stood there between them and the cell bars. Raising a brow, Willow turned and began to make her way around it only for it to sidestep its way right back in front of them.    

“What’s it doing?”  

Belle tugged at her sleeve, “Willow, I don’t think he wants us to leave.”   

She raised her brow, looking from her sister to the bear, “Yeah… well I don’t care what it wants”  She turned and began to march away only for the bear to once again move to block their path.  

After about the fourth time, Willow was starting to grow frustrated, “Gah! Move it furball!” The bear growled in response, sitting down and gazing down at them with a very resolute look in its eyes. “Ugh, look, thank you for not eating us, now would you please move so we can leave?” the bear didn’t budge. She sighed, slapping a hand to her forehead, “Can’t believe I’m arguing with a bear. Okay Belle, get ready to run. On my mark… three… two… now!”  

She rushed forward, running full speed towards a gap between the bars with her sister in tow. When they were within arms reach, however, something snagged the back of her shirt and suddenly, Willow’s feet had left the ground.  

“What the-” she began to yell, twisting around only for the color to leave her face at the sight. A set of sharp teeth were clamped down upon her and her sister’s shirts. The bear had them dangling from its mouth.   

Willow’s heart began to race. Was this it? Was it going to eat them now? Throw back its head and let them fall into its awaiting-  

Her whole body swayed as the bear turned and lumbered its way toward the back wall, carrying them along with it. It stopped and her stomach dropped as it slowly began to lower its head down to the ground. When their feet had touched down, it released the back of their shirts. 

She turned and looked up at the beast, shock etched across her face at the fact that they were both still intact and uneaten. It began to lower itself down and she frantically struggled to keep her balance as it plopped itself down, creating a great barrier of fur around them. It laid its head down by them and looked Willow with a pleading look in its eyes.  

Why didn’t it want them to leave? If she was none the wiser, she would say it looked worried. She had never spent enough time around animals such as this but she was pretty sure they weren’t supposed to act like this, but then why was this bear…  

She sighed, running a hand down her face. Maybe she should stop questioning things and just be grateful they’re still alive, no thanks to her. Maybe they shouldn’t once again act on one of her quickly thrown-together plans, that’s what had got them in this situation in the first place. 

Groaning, she slid down the wall and onto the floor, hanging her head. Belle sat down next to her, resting her head upon her shoulder. Her heart ache at the sight of her, filthy and malnourished. Most likely she didn’t look much better, but that didn’t matter. 

If anyone has any questions about Willow and Belle or this fic in general, please let me know. I plan on making art of them so hopefully, that will be up soon.

I painted over my Halsin portrait with his hair down for science and

oh my fucking god

somebody call me an ambulance

I love tipsy Halsin

halsin is not boring im so sorry you believe every companion should have Main Character Syndrome but i think its okay to have at least one big tiddied man who's mostly just there to stare at you like this

anytime i see new art of halsin paired with someone's durge/tav and he's so Big it practically looks like he's craddling a doll i go hmmm yes...but make him bigger

I think if Halsin called me perfect and beautiful I would have no choice but to believe him

Wonderful! My favourite fruits are all kind of berries, so you put two wonderful topics in one absolute beautiful drawing ♡ Thank you!

He eats like a bear too 😌