The Shadow of Ambition @heartsong94 - Tumblr Blog

My Fanfic Series

Hi there! Welcome all!

Heartsong here! I finally got some free time to make my tumblr blog. This is long overdue.

I'm writing a few M!Durge x Gale fanfics concurrently, based around post-epilogue sneaky God!Gale content (so expect to see at least one Temple of Gale and his Chosen!) as well the path that led to this unexpected outcome (novelisation of BG3's campaign).

Comes in two spices, links below.

For those who want story over smut: SFW

And for those who only want the spicy content and AU or want the extended romance scenes to enhance the original scene: NSFW + Little Thief, a dark, smutty Gale x Durge AU (set during Gale's year of seclusion in his tower, just a week after his fall from Mystra's favor)

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PS: If you post/reblog shit comparing God!Gale to Ascended!Astarion or about Gale (an adult male) somehow not being Mystra's victim of religious grooming (bullshit), sorry but it's an instant block / no follow / unfollow from me.

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Needed a long version of this shot too

Just look at her... 🥺🫠

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I’ll never get over Orins reaction if you tell her the truth about Sarevok. Her whole world crumbles, and it seems like for just a minute, she doubts Bhaal. Until she is forced to assume the slayer form. She is given no choice in the matter, she is a tool. A stepping stone for the dark urge. We see the truth, she became Bhaals chosen for Sarevok. She admired him so greatly, loved him even. And yet, he never cared about her. You can tell her he abused her and her mother, and I like to think maybe, just maybe, in that moment she considered reaching out, and perhaps stepping away, but her autonomy is stripped away, she is forced into this position. In the end, she had no choice. To watch her crumble away at the end of the duel, screaming and crying as her body disintegrates, it’s heartbreaking. Not even a corpse left to bury in the end, she is reduced to a pile of viscera.

I will not deny the pain and terror she has caused, but I also feel like anyone who grew up in her situation would’ve turned out the same. She was never given a chance. Born and bred into a murder cult, intended to be nothing but a sacrifice, and in the end, that’s all she was. In her jealous and hatred for the dark urge, she inadvertently freed them. She deserved freedom too, but it was too late. Bhaal never cared about her, Sarevok never cared about, her mother never did. But I like to think the dark urge held some affection towards her, even if it’s in a strange murderous way. She has lived her whole life deprived of love, she only knew hate and it consumed her. A puppet, that’s all she was. Oh my dear Orin, you deserved so much better.

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She baldur on my gate til I uh

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my tav Rigel and Gale 💜💙✨

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Wyll often falls into a pattern of black and white thinking where the sentient beings of Faerun can be sorted into one of two basic categories: monster (bad) and person (good). Monsters are acceptable to kill and in some cases, their death is morally necessary. People on the other hand, may be flawed but are ultimately valuable beings worth protecting at all costs (at least, at all cost to Very Heroic Wyll). This is a theme bg3 plays with more generally. We see it in the discourse around Astarion (“Can a vampire demonstrate empathy?” “Can a vampire love?”) as well as Minsc (“if minsc can be evil, and Nine Fingers Keene can be good… what then?”). Many more such examples!

Ulder Ravengard thinks in a similar way, and we have to imagine that Wyll learned much of this thought patterning from him. What’s so interesting about Wyll’s story in particular is that he must bear the repercussions of his father’s moral categorizing. When Wyll takes Mizora’s deal, he gets shunted straight into his father’s Bad Category. In Wyll’s own words, “He thought I was a fool or a traitor, and Duke Ravengard suffers neither.” Notice it’s “Duke Ravengard” and not “My Father”, but I can’t explore that rn.

Though Wyll gets redeemed in his father’s eyes depending on the players choices, we fall short of seeing Ulder acknowledge that his way of looking at the world is fundamentally cruel. Instead of fully confronting that the world is complex, Ulder simply shifts Wyll back into the Good Category. Wyll is reframed as Good, and thus worthy of love again. Nothing has really ontologically changed for Ulder Ravengard. Love from Ulder Ravengard was conditional and remains conditional.

What I find compelling and relatable in Wyll is that he wants to be Good. And not only that, he wants the people he loves to think he is Good, too. Though Wyll can read as very confident and generally happy on the surface, there’s an undercurrent that doesn’t get totally probed in the writing: if I am not Good, then what is left?