#bg3 references

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Lae'zel References

uncompressed + unedited full size images on google drive here

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It's my birthday today. I wish I had prepared another self-indulgent post like the one I made last year about why Shadowheart means so much to me, but the past few weeks have been a little crazy (mostly in a good way). But if you want more cutesy stuff about the influence of BG3 in my life, I could tell you the story about how I've met my joy thanks to no other than Lae'zel of Crèche K'liir.

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so i was busy (not) writing and found this diamond mine of BG3 references:

Larian Studios Baldur's Gate 3 Art Blast - ArtStation Magazine

Continuing the legacy of previous Baldur's Gate games, the Larian Studios art team captures the feeling of playing D&D with your friends wit

This includes the art of people who contributed to the game's assets. There are, among others:

clothes, potions and weapons designs ;

armours and outfits ;

concept art of items and props ;

incredible close ups of Karlach's face ;

details for Astarion and Karlach outfits ;

Aylin and Orin designs from head to toe ;

high quality environment references for Ramazith's Tower and the vaults, or the Lower City and its houses ;

close-up of monsters;

etc etc.

I guess the whole thing isn't exactly a secret since the date of publication is September 2023, but I had no clue it existed! Since I'm in a deep rabbit hole at the moment, I thought I'd share it anyway 🌸

[saylofwaterdeep]

From Kressa's book

didn't really pay close attention to this bit until just now (always get distracted by the 'durge tried to strangle me with their own intestines' part afterwards), but according to this there is "fluid leakage" from the parasite in the MOUTH and it smells of GARLIC.

Durge has garlic breath confirmed lmao Poor Astarion

[pumpkinsnhollyhock]

Chapter 12 - Torch, Pt II

One By One, Part I Rose Quartz Dawn Chapter 12 - Torch, Pt II Chapter Rating: SFW Word Count: 6.9k (.9k excerpt) Summary: Eras end with torches passed. Read the full Chapter 12 on ao3!

Sensei was here. He'd come.

The smile spread across his face even as his guts twisted, sending weird gurgling laughs leaping up his throat like bursts of lava before an eruption. But a second later, he clamped a hand over his mouth, buckling over as the laughter turned to bile and he had to swallow hard to keep it down.

He heard Shinsou give him one last tch before heading toward Circuit Board Face's office, shouting, "Silicon-sensei, we need to call Aizawa-sensei!"

"WORKING ON IT," the A.I. voice chirped.

That's right, Tomura thought, I'm at UA.

With the sudden appearance of his master — his guardian, his caretaker — he'd momentarily forgotten his current reality.

This was a hero run, not durge. He was at UA, not with The League. And Sensei was there, not here.

Tomura stood upright again, wiping drool from his mouth with the back of his hand, and saw Kyou staring at him.

Dame da¹.

He looked away. She had that look on her face again. The one she'd worn back when she'd discovered who he was, who he really was. When he'd pinned her down and patronized her, shown her just how naive she'd been and how cruel he was. When her eyes were all he could see, full of fear, full of hate.

"Wasn't the whole point of us coming here," he heard Shinsou grumble from the next room, and he turned his head, welcoming the interruption from his thoughts, "so that we could have a secure connection to him? Why isn't it already established?"

A series of sporadic beeps and static issued momentarily over the room's speakers, then the smooth voice returned. "I CAN MAKE ALINE SECURE IMMEDIATELY IF IT'S INCOMING. OUTGOING TAKES A BIT LONGER. THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE."

Shinsou was in the office now, crossing and uncrossing his arms as he glanced from screen to screen behind the computer-like heteromorph.

'What now, Tomura?'

The deep voice sounded unbidden from his memory.

Tomura focused on the chaotic video feed, feeling reality swell into sharp focus around him.

Sensei was there.

And he wasn't.

Tomura could still feel Kyouyuu's heavy eyes on him. He watched the nomu on the screens above his head, watched as shape and sound and color began to swirl into a solid, painful mass. He felt it bulging behind his eyes as the mass grew, pulsing at the inside of his skull.

Now Sensei would know — know for sure — that Tomura wasn't with The League anymore.

Would he think he'd been captured?

No. No, Sensei knows I'm more capable than that.

His grit his teeth, hating himself, as his skull throbbed again. Because not being captured meant that Sensei would know he'd willingly left The League, surrendered his position. The position Sensei had gifted him.

Sensei will know I've abandoned him.

Cold crept from everywhere, a chill so menacing it rooted him to the spot as it clawed its way up his limbs, grasped his throat, gripped his head, covered his face.

What had he done??

He'd made the wrong decision. To abandon all he'd known. All he'd worked for. All Sensei had done for him. And now, Sensei was sending the nomu to help him, determined not to let him fail. But here he was, betraying him...

His vision was gone. His breath came in short shallow bursts.

But wait…

Why would Sensei send the nomu? Kurogiri could've curried them over instantly, the second that All Might had smashed through the wall. But he hadn't. Was it because he couldn't?

The only reason Kurogiri couldn't have brought them, was if…

Was if they weren't there.

Tomura felt as if he were falling through nothing.

Even after all of his work, after all of his meticulous planning, Sensei had a secret backup plan.

Sensei had never trusted him to pull this off, never believed in his plan.

Sensei had moved the nomu without telling him.

"Sensei…"

Tomura heard the honorific fall from his mouth like toxic sludge from an overturned barrel, as the silence began pressing in like a trash compactor.

Sensei always believed I would fail.

The cold was deep enough to drown him. He felt as small as he did on that day all those years ago, barefoot and bloody. Alone.

"…mura…" a hesitant voice echoed distantly, a haunting melody in the void.

Kyouyuu.

He felt his shoulders haunch, his body coiling in on itself, protecting an ache deep in his chest. He grit his teeth again, his groan vibrating throughout his bruised skull.

Where was she?

Why couldn't he touch her?

He needed her touch!

The reason I stayed…

Gentle, steadying, kind.

Her touch made it all...

Better.

She made it all...

Please.

Kyouyuu.

"Make it go away!" he choked.

"Everyone," he heard her call, her voice slicing the air like a saber, "please trust me!"

He heard Shinsou shouting, the AI voice chiming, both deafening.

And then light burst through, so blinding that he tried to twist away from it, except that his wrists were held tight in her tiny grip.

He felt his arms thrust high into the air, and he buried his head into his bicep, groaning and grinding his ear against the noise, his eyes snapped shut against the deluge of his senses all being turned back on at once.

It was painful. And warm. And something other than the cold void.

But the reprieve was short lived because electricity — not a warning shot this time, but a direct hit — coursed through every inch of him, from the soles of his loaned hospital slippers to each hair follicle on his head.

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Read the full RQD Chapter 12 on ao3!

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Baldur's Gate 3 - Body Art References [Download here]

A collection of Baldur's gate 3 body art references. This includes all 44 body art designs in multiple angles in order.

Noticed that there is barely any references for the game body art. I decided to upload these for everybody. Uploaded all the references in Kofi for free.

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Jonathan Young's songs about the BG3 ladies be like

Lae'zel: Poor baby, fuck Vlaakith!

Shadowheart: She's so beautiful but so mysterious, she needs to be protected.

Karlach: I SWEAR I'LL EXPLODE IF THAT HOT TIEFLING DOESN'T STEP ON ME ALREADY

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i feel like a tav. my life right now could be summarized as "i got a lot on my mind and, well, in it" and "all's well that ends... not as bad as it could have"