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this blog is an archive. new blog @baldursgoons.

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this blog is an archive. new blog @baldursgoons.

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hi im moving this blog to its own thing

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so same url, im setting up...im keeping all threads and selecting memes to transfer over before nuking this inbox, you can find the blog under the same url...i might keep this as an archive or possibly delete idk yet

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hi im moving this blog to its own thing

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may i interest you in a part unicorn cleric of mystra who will become a druid of....stars maybe

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im about to make a character that is so self indulging

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I kind of want to…talk/write/do some more stuff with dahlya….

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sorry for wrestling post but i am in dire need of this dynamic for dahlya....desperately

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another redhead...this time it's mullet coded

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sorry for wrestling post but i am in dire need of this dynamic for dahlya....desperately

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bard durge...........

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i keep making guys....

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"I won't let you go alone."

words echo, as bright blue eyes softened ever so slightly. alice is reminded of how alone she has been, ever since her home fell to the fires ever since she left the land that granted her powers, since she had to slay and kill for her freedom, for her sanity. she hesitates, for it is incredibly dangerous...deciding to take on such a threat on her own, without hesitation, without doubt, for the good and safety of others. (there is no father, mother, or sister left. no one to guard and safekeep the loose child from danger left alive). words that had stopped her in her tracks. shaking even. "something tells me link, that there are no words that will sway your choice. you have made up your mind. you have that look upon your face." she starts, and there is hesitation in her voice, but it is not her choice to make. not in the slightest. she knows that look, she's seen it reflected upon many mirrors. "-you are aware that you do not have to do this, right?" a chance, a moment, the option. it isn't about questioning her abilities or whether alice is capable...she is mature enough to understand such a thing, but rather link being guided by something, something she would understand maybe. perhaps, it is the first time in a long time that alice is not alone.

@shryike / link.

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things said while playing baldur's gate 3. part 1.

random things that have been said during many runs of baldur's gate 3, some of these are meta gaming but they are meant to be fun...general warning some of these are n.sf.w, feel free to adjust accordingly!

“I think we invented global warming!”

“How are we going to get him not to kill himself if nobody’s fucking him?”

“Check your oath!!”

“You know who would like this? Gale.”

“Yay! We’re going to get sooo cured!!”

“Close the door again!!”

“[name], sadly, there’s not any [goblin] children for you to kill.”

“If I was in a room with Elminster, Chicken Wings, and Spider Guy, and I had two bullets, I would shoot Elminster twice.”

“FLAMING SPHERE! FLAMING SPHERE! FLAMING SPHERE!”

“When we roll up on our flaming spheres…”

“I love how you could describe any Pokemon and Gale would know that Pokemon.”

“Are they drows or are they just purple?” “Oh my god, you can’t just ask someone if they’re drow!”

“He hates lesbians exclusively – never mind, he’s going for other categories of LGBT.”

“Psychological warfare on Daddy!”

“I’m not your asset! You don’t even have an ass!”

“Do you think Raphael and Yogurt explored each others’ bodies?”

“‘Most excellent,’ and my pussy throbs.”

“Deploy the twink!”

“This is not the mob! This is someone important.”

“I need to stop Gortash and have like a sexual tension about it.”

(in unison) “Yay! We got allies!”

“Why are these people allergic to the word dragon?”

“Because it’s a wyeeeeeeeerm.”

“He saved the corrosive spit? Oh, fuck you!”

“We got him to live without using our pussies at all!”

“She went from druid to whore!”

“We’re gonna have to go back…I don’t think those guys we killed were cultists.”

“The oathbreaker guy shows up like, why did you kill all those refugees?”

“Mr. Monkman, monk me a man!”

“The true dark urge…is the dark urge to be a dick.”

“He saw me missing all my hits and hitting the floor instead and it scared him. Psychological warfare!”

“That guy has gotta stop barking.”

“But you already have skulls, [Yogurt]! You know what would make a better trophy? Raphael’s dick in a tiny jar!”

“We need a mod for this. A mod that makes me good at everything. No skill required.”

“Did you just cast Hold Monster on yourself?”

“Sorry, I was too busy thinking about telling Raphael that he lasts no seconds in bed.”

“Raphael would be hot if he wasn’t such a loser.”

“I didn’t see you! Well to be honest, you were invisible.”

“He conjured a poor person!”

“I’m going to Circle of Druids blast you out of this planet.”

“[Ethel]’s kind of GILFy.”

[shdowheart]

her fingers worked deftly, securing the bandage around hex's arm with practiced precision. the blood had slowed, her efforts paying off, and she silently offers a thank you to shar for the healing arts she'd been blessed with. the constant movement made it difficult, but shadowheart's touch remains steady and sure. "i know you had him," she retorts, her voice a soothing counterpoint to the other's blatant frustration. "sometimes, the unexpected happens." securing the last part of the bandage, the cleric finally looks up, meeting hex's eyes. she offers a small, knowing smile— her eyes reflecting understanding rather than judgment. moving her bloodless hand to hex's shoulder, she squeezes lightly. "please don't go making a habit out of this, though. we need you at your best, and you can't be that if you’re bleeding out on the battlefield." her smile grew slightly wider, a rare glimpse of warmth breaking through her usual composed exterior.

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hex isn't cut out for this, having a team. it is usually just her pretty self, running around with nothing to loose. the money on her pocket and the need to drive a dagger into people. that's all she used to think she needed. yet, it feels calming. if only for a moment to have someone take care of her. patch her up. although the idea of someone devoted to a god, a holy person, a cleric around it felt bad. bad omen. some crazy superstition. yet he would do most things to keep shadowheart around. "tell me about it." she huffs. bright yellow eyes centered on the half elf, tending her wounds. the smile, the touch on her shoulder. it's something alright. like there is a world where hex gets used to this. "-aw." it's meant to tease, the emotion suddenly too genuine for her heart to take. "don't tell me you worry about little old me...shadowheart." you give hex an inch, she runs a mile. "i'll promise i won't make it a habit. only if you promise me you'll be here to patch me up if i slip, doll." she ends with a grin. fangs visible, the type of person that looks a little off when she smiles.

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new guy drop, he's a drow paladin

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the thing about hex compared to others is that, she believes that she has to do the sort of things that she does (being a hit woman and killing and maiming and enacting cruelty for the sake of money and what not) that unlike others who had no choice but to be and create evil she did have a choice, however being a dhampir and being hated by her mother, being abandoned countless times, growing up in a bad crowd its a cycle and when i say she cant be fixed what i mean is that she has been brought up from the ground up wrong….it would take some effort for her to do the right choices it would take some huge effort for someone to convince her to do things without money being involved, like she’s flawed and complicated and with no impulse to change at all…but that doesn’t mean that she can’t