I decided to change the topic of this Tumblr a little bit.
Now it will be not only a blog about my adventures in Mass Effect Andromeda, but I want to use this place to share my other game stories with you as well.
So, I'm going to move all my videogame content here, to keep my main Tumblr tidy and to leave the other blog just dedicated to the Mass Effect universe, which is vast enough to deserve a place of its own.
I hope you will enjoy this one too! 👍🏻
And add me if you like:
My gamertag/nickname is always the same, on ANY platform: {EvilEsthar} on PS4, Steam, Google Games, XBOX, and many others.
commission for @/namielle.bsky.social
This cozy piece have been such a nice break from all the edginess on my socials. And it turned out ✨magical✨, like a frame from an animated film, love it so much
It's dangerous to move around alone in the Underdark so Astarion always accompanies Evara... even when it's to go wash (but there may be another hidden reason 😏💦)
I saw this trend on Instagram and first of all I was struck by the song, that I had never heard before and which I immediately loved. Then I saw it used mostly by artists drawing Baldur's Gate 3 fan arts and I immediately thought of my Tya and the story I'm writing for her (yes, yes, I can't stop thinking about anything else lately).
So... well, since I can't draw, I tried to create it with my shots 😅
My mind is twisted, my vision is blurred. Blood is pumping in my ears. My heart stopped beating. My eyes are full of tears. Why? Why am I crying? I feel like... Like I've lost something... someone... important. So vital. Like a part of me.
Have you ever played a videogame for so many hours that you couldn't think about anything else?
Has it ever happened to you that you think of nothing else but the story of your character and you want to write everything that has never been told, which is only yours and no one else's?
Have you ever made up a story to justify replaying that game with the exact same character you just finished the run with? And that you were so convincing in inventing that story that now you think of nothing else but wanting to write it because it fills all your thoughts?
Well... If this has never happened to you, then you can't understand the state of anguish I'm in right now. I'd like to do nothing but write and write and write to put down on paper the ideas I have before they slip away 😫😫
[CONTEXT]
I finished the run with my bard, Celestya. 153 hours of pure emotion. Few games fill my heart like Baldur's Gate 3.
But I'm not ready to let her go yet.
I'd like to start over.
But there are so many other games I'd like to try.
So why can't I give it up?
What's my problem?
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In the end I started a new BG3 adventure.
A sort of "What If?" where Bhaal tries to get revenge on my bard by making her start all over again as his spawn.
In the process of rewinding, however, she lost her music and now she sings Wild Magic.
Durge Tya Wild Magic Sorcerer.
My very first durge campaign. I feel inspired. With her, I think I can finish the durge story that I've never done before.
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So I began writing her story, how she became Dark Urge, and how her love, Astarion, went on a journey to save her.
I don't think I've ever treated one of my OCs as badly as I'm doing to poor Celestya. And Astarion too. I think his past with Cazador is a joke compared to what he just went through. 🥺
Sorry for them, but I've been writing for two days now, I feel inspired like never before, and it's wonderful. ❤️
For decades, this manor offered him a place to call home in the truest sense.
The hallway was a sacred gallery, adorned with paintings that were not mere canvases, but tangible echoes of their life together. Each brushstroke, lovingly rendered by her hand, captured the essence of cherished memories.
Whenever he opened the door at the end of the hallway, he was greeted by the radiant smile of his beloved, and the hearth beckoned him to surrender to its comforting embrace. Yet, it was the vast window next to it that held the greatest significance. The tender caress of sunlight danced across his skin as he lost himself in the pages of a book beside her. It was here, bathed in the golden rays, that he could truly revel in the miracle she had bestowed upon him – the cure to his vampiric curse, a gift of life, a reminder of the depths of her love and the power it held to transcend even the most insurmountable of boundaries.
Here at home, he had found everything his heart desired.
But nothing is ever truly perfect. Life simply doesn't work that way. Even the mightiest of fortresses cannot withstand the relentless march of time.
He thought he was ready for it, but not like this.
Never like this.
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The poem cited is "When You Are Old" BY W.B. Yeats. One of my favorites.❤️
Alright, thanks for reading the second installment of my "this did not really happen to my couple". After delving into the mortality of my Tav, Amaara, I found myself confronting a fear more profound than death itself – the fear of morbidity, of life's vibrancy fading before its inevitable end. So I decided to yank my CP around this theme. Self-indulgence at its finest.😊
As I worked on the commissions for AA X Ban, I thought about my own fan work and my spawn Astarion. My Astarion never got to wear anything too fancy - mostly just the Cloak of Dragomir, his squeaky leather doublet, and his linen shirt. (or naked, yes naked)
I suppose my Amaara hasn't been the most attentive girlfriend, has she?
Spawn Astarion X F!Tav, fluff =)
This was done a while ago and I was waiting for Brabbles to post her fic first. That's why in the "when you are old" comic, Astarion got to wear a silk shirt hahahaha.
