Wyll calling his lover his 'star'. Astarion's spawn ending being him adventuring and performing heroics of his own choice. Wyll naming his adopted daughter Lily. The flower Astarion's lover puts on his grave being a lily. Monster hunter turned monster and monster turned hunter. Can nobody hear me
Wyll calling his lover his 'star'. Astarion's spawn ending being him adventuring and performing heroics of his own choice. Wyll naming his adopted daughter Lily. The flower Astarion's lover puts on his grave being a lily. Monster hunter turned monster and monster turned hunter. Can nobody hear me
okay i have gotta make a please interact post already i need other dom posting mutuals in the bg3 fandom . hello it’s so dark in here is anyone else a dom in this fandom. its all subby reader fics i need someone to talk to whos also a dom. i cant be the only one who wants to ravage rolans hole over his own desk or put gale in a collar to make him bark through his gag or make alfira play her lute naked bent over my knee and spanking her when she misses a note. I’m so alone over hereeee
*Lúcio is listening to music on his headphones just dancing round the kitchen having fun*
D.va: hmmm
Cole: *is having a cup of coffee*No Hana your not going to remove his headphone
D.va:*gasps and placed her hand on her chest* WH-I'd never do something so horrible like that
Cole:*sets his cup down and raised a brow at her*
D.va:...Okay maybe...But what got him groovin out like that!?
Cole: It's none of our business Hana, you of all people should know that
D.va: Aren't you a bit curious !?
Cole: Nope and it's his music taste so no...
D.va:*pouts a bit her arms crossed* not fair
Cole: Nothing is fair, also behave I've gotta go on a mission okay
D.va: Of course I'll behave...
Cole:...hmm
~A few hours later~
Lúcio: *is flustered and embarrassed* HANA IT'S NOT FUNNY!!!
D.va: *is laughing* This is ancient
Lúcio: STOP VOCALOID ISN'T ANCIENT!!
Venture:*showing up with Cole* All I heard is "Ancient"
Cole:...Hana...
D.va:*looks at Cole and laughs nervously* Oh hey Cole...
Cole:*has his arms crossed* give him his headphone back...
D.va: B-But he was listening to something so old and-
Cole: Your next mission is with Sojourn also your stuck on cleaning duty
D.va: AW COME ON!!
Venture:*takes Lúcio headphones* Oh shit I love vocaloid!
Lúcio: R-really!?
Venture: Yeah dude!
Venture:*gasp* We should have a vocaloid marathon!!!
Lover, when I sing my song
All the birds gonna sing along
And they’ll come flying round to me
To lay their feathers at my feet
And we’ll lie down in eiderdown
A pillow ’neath our heads
The birds are gonna make the wedding bed~✨ ✨
Oh Paavu my darlin', oh I've missed drawing your handsome face, my beloved silver fox babe.
EDIT: Just so there's no confusion, the first option is meant to be in reference to individuals bonding over *shared* trauma. Wish I could update the phrasing to something like "bonding over trauma" now since there is apparently a medical term of the same name that refers to abusive relationships, but polls are locked once posted...
“There was....there was this boy.... he was in the stands at the coliseum. He couldn’t have been more than six or seven...
I could see that his father had forced him to come to that days battle. He’d try so hard to look at anything but the ring, but his father would smack the backside of his head and force his eyes back every time they were averted. I couldn’t hear what his dad would yell at him, but I can imagine he was telling him to watch- to start being a man. I saw a lot of myself in him, both of us scared and wishing we could be anywhere else but there.
Usually young boys that were brought along by their fathers WANTED to be there, they WANTED to see me hurl my axe down and take someone away from their life. As if their life didn’t matter, even before the petty crime they committed happened. As if it’s just a trivial game to watch.
Near the end, when I held my axe high above my head to give the final blow, I looked up to the same spot where this boy in the stands was. Now in the training I was put into before Lucio threw me to the sands, I was taught never to take my eyes off my opponent at any point, since it could leave a window for them to strike. But..... but for some reason I did.... the couple seconds I gazed back in his direction, I saw his small face overwhelmed with fear and despair behind heavily falling tears. Staring straight at me. I could make out the word “no” being yelled from his mouth, but of course it was drowned out by the many other thousands of voices screaming at me to finish it.
Feeling the person from under me almost struggle an arm free, I had to do something since he almost reached a shard of glass that could’ve easily been lethal in the right hands.
But this time I hesitated.
The familiar freezing fear that keeps your body from moving, took over my arms already in position to let down the blade. I got overwhelmingly dizzy and the pit grew heavier in my stomach. Even if I wanted to let them go or protested to fight, Lucio would devise another threat to Asra’s life that sounded too well thought out to be taken lightly.
I closed my eyes and swung down, hearing the clean break of another skull being severed from its body. And although I went numb after every time I did it, this time my ears rang and my vision turned tunnelled when the crowd roared.
It wasn’t until I was back in the cellar that I was stored in between fights that I fully came to.
And I cried.
I cried harder than I ever thought I could, gasping for breaths, making my throat dry and hoarse for the rest of that night, the only thing I could think of was the devastation in that young boys eyes, and how he didn’t want me to do it as much as I didn’t.
I thought that this will forever be one of his worst memories, and that I will be a part of that forever.
Seen as.......seen as a monster..”
(I hope you guys all like this drawing and little story, it absolutely wrecked me c’: )
Having a traumatic childhood means you cannot talk even objectively about your basic foundational experiences without it being "venting", even if you're not actually venting. You just straight up have a huge chunk of your life you can't talk about, full stop, without it being trauma dumping.
And it not being socially acceptable to talk about your own childhood is super alienating. Sometimes people want to know why, and any answer you can give them is going to be off putting.
It's to the point I get irritated when something I said is framed as venting when I'm literally just talking about my life experiences, doing my best to keep emotion out of it.
Incredible power move to make one of the most beloved crpgs ever made using a modified dnd 5e system, make a ton of money and shit on most AAA game studios in the process, then say “cool. Anyway fuck dnd 5e and wizzards of the coast. We’re doing our own thing now.”
Actually putting these two side by side is both weird and pleasing
I played Kingdoms of Amalur Re-Reckoning back when I was saving up to get a ps5 to play bg3, the random character Syvin I slapped together for it grew on me, partially because I just had a great time with it and partially because the way I played him fit the story really well without knowing anything about it lol second bg3 playthrough I decided to put Syvin through the bs and have the idea of koarr as his background
He’s been living in my head rent free and he has his own personal background now and all that stuff but the original concept of him from koarr is still so much fun
everybody [exaggeration] I know is playing BG3 and having fun with the emotional trauma of Durge and I'm over here
like.
yes, I too am playing the game where I'm a goody-two-shoes amnesiac who is horrified to find out that they used to be a REALLY terrible/violent/ruthless individual <------ [is playing Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning]