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#mystra when i catch you mystra
sofancydancy · 2 months
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The grip his stomach has on me is insane--
Hi!! Editing to thank you all so much and to say the finished version is now in the replies/with the link! 💜
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faemarsh · 4 months
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If I follow the starlight and call your name
Will I see you again on the astral plane?
Why did learnin' the truth make me feel worse?
Tell me, how does a man change the universe?
The Balancer’s Eye - Lord Huron
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sayojin · 4 months
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this took me like a week to complete and i kept having to stop cause i would get so mad about mystra's existence while drawing her and would end up ranting. fuck mystra.
also if y'all don't follow me on Instagram, please do, i post stuff from my own playthrough and more bg3/bloodweave related stuff.
i also do comms!! if anyone wants me to draw their tav, I'll literally kiss you on the mouth. (obviously im more than willing to drawing other stuff too lmao) just shoot me a dm on insta (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)
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fruity-m0nster · 3 months
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some Gale angst
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brightestplanets · 25 days
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thought about gale suddenly and how we're not quite sure when mystra came to him but, he was decently young and she chose him because of his power amd potential with the weave, how he could devote himself to her. she shaped, she groomed him.
the moment she leaves him, abandons him, gale dekarios who has devoted himself to her, is after the orb drains much of his original power. he's no longer an incredibly powerful archmage. if you look at his behavior, his eagerness to please and talk to tav/durge/whatever origin character, he wants to he useful. he wants to be useful so bad because he devoted himself to mystra and when he was no longer powerful, when he was weakened by the orb...she took her "love" for him away.
was gale smart for the orb business? not particularly. was he at fault? sure, basically. But you try begging for someone to love you when all they love is the power they have over you, rethink gale.
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bootymall · 2 months
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I just wanna make Gale Dekarios feel loved and cherished. My sweet man deserves unconditional love
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kaermorhenatnight · 3 months
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there's a lot of heartbreaking shit about gale and mystra but the moment when he shows tav the weave and when it dissipates he visibly shrinks and lets out this saddest fucking "oh" i have ever heard makes wanna kill mystra with my own bare hands.
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cinnamonfairyfluff · 3 months
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Gale and Cinna, a few days after channeling the weave together in act 1:
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Cinna: Gale?
Gale: I do enjoy our conversations. What do you need?
Cinna: I've been thinking a lot about what you said...
Gale: About?...
Cinna: About Mystra! I was always taught that she is the guardian of the weave we wield, and nothing more. Yet you claim she is all magic, correct?
Gale: Undoubtebly. Mystra is the very embodiment of the weave.
Cinna: Can I ask you something?
Gale: You may.
Cinna: If Mystra is indeed the weave itself, as you say, then why are her followers and chosen almost exclusively wizards and not sorcerers?
Gale: Whatever do you mean?
Cinna: I mean... if Mystra was all magic, then why would she not have the ability to, at least, choose who is born with the weave? Wouldn't she want her worshippers to be sorcerers like me, and have the gift from within? Evidently, she does not have the capability to choose, as seen by the many sorcerers who do not hold faith in her, including me.
Gale: *silent pondering*
Cinna: So I figured you may know the answer. If Mystra is the weave, then why was I, somebody without faith, gifted with the weave, and why did you, a loyal follower of Mystra, have to learn it?
Gale: *more silent pondering*
Cinna: *tilting her head, awaiting an answer or explanation*
Gale: *questioning his faith*
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clairxandra · 5 months
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Okay so
I’ve been finally finishing my four (4) play throughs that are in act 3 and last night I fought (and crushed) the absolute with my bard Taylor Swift as My Feet Can Carry Me
She’s an already successful performer who was touring in Baldurs Gate at the time of the wormification. (The absolute said imma let you finish but -) Now it’s her and her lyre against the world.
I originally made her to romance Shadowheart (duh) but somehow that adorable bastard of a wizard won her heart in act 1 and there was no going back from there
So fast forward 3 months , 4 act 3s and 120 hours (on this file) and I’m standing with the man I assume is going to be my HUSBAND on the pier for him to tell me he’s going to flex on his ex and become a god . Cringe ! But nothing I can’t deal with, I’ll just ask him nicely not to like I did on our boat date where I told him I loved him for the man he is not the wizard he could be, nice and simple
So I beg this man
To stay
with me
And he leaves.
Doesn’t contact me for 6 months
And shows up witherses party to say “oh we’re broken up by the way”
She is … beyond heartbroken
But also
The songwriting potential
So I’m making a playlist of the songs I think my girl wrote during ;
1. The adventure / lover era of the galemance
2. The 6 months of heartbreak era
3. The post withers party era (she’s mad now)
And am looking for suggestions
So far Ive got
1. Enchanted , Paper Rings , Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince
2. The 1 , all you had to do was stay , Haunted , LAST KISS , BETTER MAN
3.Mr Perfectly fine , I bet you think about me , is it over now
She’ll preform a mix of all on her inter dimensional eras tour
Is there Swifty/ Baldurs Gate fandom overlap ?
(She’s adopting and loving Tara btw they’re best friends)
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sofancydancy · 2 months
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𝓜𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓽 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓜𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪.
& he's done!!
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leofrith · 1 month
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🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate
the thing is i don't really "hate" characters all that often, if ever. usually my dislike of a character stems from the fact that i find them boring as shit, in which case i kind of just ignore that they exist. but hey, i guess i'll just talk about mystra.
her name really rolls off the tongue and it's just so fun to say.
her whole realm has a bisexual lighting thing going for it and i am a proud supporter of bi lighting in any context ever.
her voice is kinda. hot. it's hot. sorry sorry sorry sorry sorr
send me some emojis!
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deannamb · 1 month
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Breakup...
Drawing him without his beard has been pure torture…
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tinywalkingheater · 5 months
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bloodweave has really grown on me. gale and astarion are just like husbands. they bicker like a married couple but they love eachother. and astarion would KILL that BITCH mystra for everything wrong she did to gale. I hate mystra so much.
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rosieofcorona · 6 months
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a summary of my current playthrough
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recitedemise · 4 months
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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗯 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲'𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆. And it is excruciating. On his chest, one can trace its ugly mark, the brand less discoloration and more, unfortunately, a deep-grooved scar. It is unavoidable and impossible to ever miss. Similarly, the way it eats at him is obvious, too. Gale, especially at the start, when his condition, fresh and disorienting, was still abundantly new, the effects of the orb were frighteningly worse. At that time, he little knew how to quell it, that feeding off the Weave would balm the pain, and so for all those days and weeks of panic, he rotted and ached at a terrible pace. He had decayed. And he had bled. Gale's body oozed black, skin, especially at his casting arm, rupturing like cracks in terracotta. He tasted filth always, the bitterness of wasting flesh thick in his throat, nose perpetually leaking with the ink-dark of bleeding. He'd labored to breathe, a feeling like devouring maggots pulsing in his chest. In fact, at the lowest point by then, wallowing and stuck in his tower, Gale began to lose hair, his nails loose and cracking as he scrabbled at the floorboards, knees weak and pain bolting when he collapsed to the floor. He was a pitiful sight. And a worrying one. And even now, with the consumption of magical artefacts, one can still see the way he bows to the blight, heaving for breath when it takes his chest again, sweat at his temples and mouth gone dry. It's all-encompassing. The agony is chronic. It feels like being eaten, being hollowed to his barest self right from the inside. He's a vessel of magic, and the orb means to consume him down to his every last molecule, teeth bared, hackles raised, and appetite crushing. It's like--dying, stolen away to be but swallowed down whole, surrendering to the suck of a hungering vortex. He's unsightly. As well, too, as a burden, he thinks, to the very naked of his bones. But when someone hangs back, touches him despite his rot, he thinks, you shouldn't have to handle something like this. This mere shamble of a graveyard--he's so sorry to dirty their hands.
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