You can call me Jessie, I'm 27, and I go by she/her. If you are interested in astrology like I am, my Big 3 are: Gemini Sun, Cancer Moon, and Libra Rising. I'm a gamer, sometimes an artist/writer, baby modder, and a baby virtual photographer. I was off Tumblr for quite a bit until BG3 came out in 2023, and I longed for a safe little space where I could just blab all about it. BG3 has such a big space in my heart, and this obsession will probably never leave <3 If you are interested in more of me, you can follow my Bluesky. For my mods and updates about them follow my Patreon or Nexus :3.
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Although I am mainly an Astarion fan account (he has me by the throat), I have such a deep love for every character in this game. With this being said, I do not tolerate any slander against any of the characters WHATSOEVER.
My Main OC's Lore and Reference Sheet (WIP)
Amaya Aníara Othzál
Part 1: How She Was Born
Other Things To Know
This blog will consist of anything and everything BG3 related. This could mean sharing screenshots of my OC's, sharing mods, posting my own artwork, creating my own mods, complaining if my game crashed, sharing some lore of my OC's, sharing my own writing, and simping over any of the characters.
At times, I can just ramble on about nonsense, talk about things unrelated to BG3, or just post things that could be related to BG3, but I don't feel like it should be posted under a BG3 tag. When this happens, I usually use the tag: 'Jessie yaps'.
I mainly post about my main OC, Amaya. Amaya is a Female Resist Durge and a Selunite Twilight Cleric/Lunar Sorcerer who romances Astarion. You can find her under the tags 'oc: amaya' or 'amaya x astarion'.
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I enjoy both sides of Astarion. Therefore, I will be posting both AA and UA. I usually tag 'spawn astarion' for UA and 'ascended astarion' for AA. If you don't like one way, you can block the tag!
(a mini-fic for bg3 pride month day 3: "orange - healing")
this is the second of the fics + matching VP i plan to post for the rainbow flag days. this one ended up being longer than i planned, but it's still short and sweet! i should note that elenion uses he/they pronouns and i switched between them in this story. 🧡
it's ~1.5k words and can be read below the cut, or on ao3 here if you'd like to leave a kudos or comment!
(if anyone ever wants to be on or off that list, or if anyone would like to be tagged specifically for my pride month mini-fics, just let me know!)
(before the fic i also wanted to say that the first pose in the photos is by @jessiemeows from her Just a Moment More pose pack, for bt1xbt2 but refitted with bone zone. and the second pose is by @another-pale-elf-lover/Miam158 from his Couple Pose Pack, for bt2xbt4 but i refitted and adjusted it a bit with bone zone. so thank you to both of you for your lovely work, and to @worfs-glorious-hair for hosting this event!)
Elenion had fun playing at The Yawning Portal tonight.
And that was exactly the problem.
The crowd had been warm and respectful. They laughed, smiled, and didn't demand he be anyone other than a man with a lute. A married man, he should add, who took far too much joy in flirting with Gale in the audience just to make sure no one forgot. The crowd had learned to love that.
Tonight, he'd rambled too long about an old folktale before playing a song based on it, losing his place once because someone laughed at the wrong part and made him laugh too. By the final verse, the room was clapping along and Elenion had completely forgotten to stay composed. So he did something he hadn't done in a long time: he swept his arms wide, twirled on his heels, and dipped low into a grand, theatrical bow.
The audience loved it. His shoulder did not.
Pain caught beneath the old scar, sharp enough to make his smile go still for a heartbeat. He straightened smoothly anyway, because of course he did. Years of practice had taught him how to turn pain into poise. How to handle it alone before anyone had a chance to see.
Unfortunately, he had a husband now.
One who, judging by the look on his face across the room, had seen right through everything. Elenion gave Gale their most reassuring smile.
He didn't smile back.
By the time they reached the tower, the ache had settled deep into Elenion’s shoulder. They sank into the couch as Gale unfastened the cloak they'd worn on the walk home.
"If I may offer a brief critique," Gale said brightly.
"You may not," Elenion interjected.
"That flourish was musically appropriate, visually effective…"
Gale’s voice softened as he rested one hand on their unscarred shoulder. “And medically unwise.”
"A mixed review," Elenion said, huffing a laugh despite himself.
"A generous one," Gale said. "Let me help, dearest."
Elenion sighed. "Gale, I…"
I'm fine. I've handled worse alone, he was going to say. And then he pictured Gale's eyes going unbearably soft, his voice dropping into that gentle tone Elenion had never learned how to argue with.
"Fine," he murmured. "The balm is in the drawer by the bed."
"I'll be right back," Gale said softly.
He was gone just long enough for Elenion to consider standing up and pretending this had never happened. Not that they would've gotten far, since the ache had spread and they knew the balm would help. They used to apply it on their own in a rush, rubbing in just enough of it to soothe the worst of the pain before moving on with their day.
When Gale returned, he had the jar in his hand and a soft shawl folded over his arm. “If you are preparing an argument, I should warn you I have several counterarguments and one of them involves simply looking at you until you concede.”
Elenion hated how well Gale understood them. "Cruel tactics," they said with a smirk.
"Effective ones." Gale sat down beside them. "Shirt, please."
They eased their shirt off carefully. The usual enchantment that hid their scar had faded at some point, and Elenion didn't bother hiding it again. Gale knew its jagged shape by heart anyway.
Gale warmed the balm between his fingers, staining them orange-gold. It smelled faintly of calendula flowers, lavender, and beeswax, an old recipe Elenion's mother had taught them after the fire.
He worked the balm slowly over the old scar, his touch careful enough to make Elenion's throat tighten for reasons that had nothing to do with pain. His thumbs found the places where the muscle had gone tight and coaxed the ache loose with small, patient circles.
When the worst of the tightness had eased, Gale leaned in and pressed the gentlest kiss to the curve of their shoulder.
Elenion melted into it before he could stop himself. His eyes fluttered shut and he let out a soft, embarrassingly contented sigh.
"Don't say anything," he mumbled.
"I wasn't going to," Gale said, but Elenion could practically hear the grin in his voice.
Gale laid the shawl in Elenion's lap and cast a cantrip. A moment later, soft amber light threaded through the fabric, leaving it warm beneath his hands.
“There,” he said, draping it carefully over Elenion's shoulder. “Better?”
Elenion swallowed. "Annoyingly."
"Good," Gale said, his smile turning so smug it should've been illegal.
Elenion let themself sit beneath the warmed shawl, Gale's hand steady at their back, for all of three minutes before the tenderness became unbearable.
“I’m making tea,” they announced, bracing a hand on the edge of the couch.
Gale’s hand closed gently around their wrist before they could stand. "You are sitting still."
"I was. Briefly."
"Len."
“Darling.” They rose carefully before Gale could stop them. “You rubbed balm into my shoulder and bullied me with a shawl. Let me make tea.”
“You don’t have to take care of me just because I took care of you.”
Elenion paused. Then their face softened. "I know," they murmured. "But I want to."
Gale opened his mouth, then closed it again.
"Go wash the tavern smoke out of your hair," Elenion said. "Change into something comfortable. I’ll make the tea and come to bed."
Gale studied them for a moment, then surrendered with a sigh. "All right."
Elenion made the tea by lamplight, still wrapped in the shawl Gale had warmed for them. Orange peel, cinnamon, clove, and a spoonful of honey because Gale always claimed not to want too much honey in his tea and then drank it anyway.
It felt strange, even now, to have someone care for them like this. Stranger still to be allowed the joy of caring for Gale in return.
They smiled into the steam.
By the time they carried the cups upstairs, Gale had changed into a loose robe, his hair damp at the temples. He was sitting against the pillows with a book open in one hand, because apparently nothing could stop him from being ridiculous.
He looked beautiful.
He took a teacup in both hands, breathing in the steam before he drank. "You added too much honey."
"You always say that, and yet you always finish it," Elenion said.
Gale shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. Elenion settled close at his side, folding into him and letting their head rest near Gale’s heart. His robe had fallen open, and the scar caught the amber lamplight.
Almost without thinking, Elenion set their tea aside and brushed their fingertips along the edge of the mark. Gale went still, but didn't pull away.
They knew the scar still ached sometimes. They'd seen the bad days, when Gale pressed his hand absently to his chest after too much spellwork, or breathed a little more carefully as the old Netherese damage tugged beneath his skin. So they kept their touch light, gentle enough that Gale could stop them with the smallest breath.
They stayed tucked against him, feeling his warmth as their fingertip traced the shape the orb had left.
"I thought it would go with the orb," Gale said at last.
Elenion’s fingers stilled. "You mean the scar."
"The scar. The ache. The reminder." Gale looked away. "Mystra removed the danger. Some foolish part of me hoped she would take the evidence too."
"Evidence of…?" Elenion asked, though he already knew the answer.
Gale let out a humorless laugh. "My ruin. My folly. Choose whichever indictment sounds most poetic."
Elenion's heart ached at his words. It wasn't the first time he'd heard them, and he doubted it would be the last. He knew better than most how stubborn shame could be.
He lifted his hand from the scar to cup Gale's cheek. "Hey," he said. "Listen to me."
Gale finally looked back at him.
"I'll remind you a thousand times if you need me to," Elenion said softly. "This isn't ruin. It isn't evidence of failure. It's proof you lived."
He shifted just enough to kiss the scar, slow and careful. Then he lingered there for another breath, his mouth warm against Gale's skin.
"And," he added, lifting his gaze to Gale's, "it's also unfairly handsome."
Gale's breath caught. He tried to recover with a raised eyebrow. "A beautiful sentiment," he murmured. "I do wonder whether its author intends to accept the premise himself."
Elenion immediately glared at him. "This is about you."
Gale huffed a small laugh. "Convenient."
Elenion's glare softened. He opened his mouth to argue, then thought better of it. He still didn't know if he could accept the premise yet, but Gale made it a little easier every day.
Gale’s hand found the shawl still draped over Elenion’s shoulder, warm from enchantment and faintly scented with calendula balm. His thumb moved over the edge of the fabric, careful and unhurried.
"I love you," Elenion whispered.
Gale kissed the top of his head. "I know," he whispered back. "And I'll always remind you too."
Elenion hid his smile against Gale's chest.
The ache hadn't vanished, and neither had the shame. Not completely. But Gale was warm beside him. Amber light softened the edges of everything, and orange spice tea cooled forgotten on the bedside table.
For tonight, that was enough.
My spell-check thinks calendula isn't a real word, which is very annoying. So fun fact: calendulas are also known as "pot marigold" and are a yellow or orange flower that's known for anti-inflammatory properties and can be used to help with wound healing and skin irritation!
In Gale and Elenion's story, Gale is cured of the orb but still keeps the mark on his chest, which I've always thought of as a scar. I also headcanon that, though it's not nearly as bad as it once was, he still has some chronic pain and other lingering issues from the damage the orb did to his body. And Elenion also struggles with chronic pain because of the burn scar over his shoulder, which he used to hide from everyone and manage completely alone.
The scars themselves will never fully heal. But the shame they both feel about having them can slowly be healed, through letting each other see their scars and treat them with tenderness.
These were made to go with the fic I wrote for the prompt, but I wanted to have my VP in its own post as well. I also made closeup versions since there's just something I love about cutting out the background and focusing solely on the intimacy of their poses and expressions.
(...And then I edited my day 1 VP post to add a closeup photo to it because I got the idea to do that way too late!)
Just like in my earlier post: the first pose is by @jessiemeows from her Just a Moment More pose pack, and is meant for bt1 x bt2 but I refitted it with bone zone, to the best of my ability as someone who's still inexperienced with it.
And the second pose is by @another-pale-elf-lover/Miam158 from his Couple Pose pack and is meant for bt2 x bt4 but I refitted it and adjusted it slightly with bone zone! The changes I made aside from refitting it are moving Gale's head so he'd be looking at Elenion, and adjusting Elenion's hand so it'd look like he's tracing the shape of Gale's orb scar. I think it's honestly one of my favorite photos of them I've made now.
So thank you to both modders for your lovely work, and thank you again @worfs-glorious-hair for hosting this event!
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Behold Catstarion, he requires pets and scritches. As you can see in the drawing below, he was supposed to have lil paper batwings but I couldn’t quite make them work. So his Fluffiness will remain wingless for now.
Astarion’s Precious Little Bhaal Babe @jessiemeows - Tumblr Blog | Tumgag
