“mr Date… I Loved Him…”

The absolute chokehold this scene has on me.

Orin transforming into Dark urge to mock him, the voice actor absolutely nailed it, and i just love this dynamic and story so much, couldn't help myself, but make half-baked edit

(It would be more logical to post such edits on tiktok, but whatever)

I'm baffled, that I couldn't find anyone doing this

Fire emblem three houses Black eagles/Crimson flower aesthetic.

In order: Edelgard, Hubert, Ferdinand, Dorothea, Linhard, Petra, Bernadetta, Caspar, Jeritza

A feminine urge to create edits about sad deer man

“Fairytale”- Alexander Rybak

I'm wheezing

One thing I enjoy about the announcement of Dragon Age: Dreadwolf is that Dragon Age 2 remains the weird unfortunate bastard child mistake. Dragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age: Dreadwolf, Dragon Age ……. 2. It feels right. Like these fuckers, this group of disaster bisexuals, you do not get a cool name. You didn’t earn one. Fenris never cleaned up his dead bodies. Hawke won’t stop flirting with everyone and everything. The city guard is looking into creating an HR department just because of Aveline. You shame us. Go stand in the corner.

motherfuckers will watch ryuki be obsessed with date and dates opinion of him and hear him say out loud with his mouth that he loves him and jump in front of a bullet for him and b like 'hmm are these platonic feelings? no way to tell'

I keep thinking about Durge, who, even after defying Bhaal, is never truly free from their father's legacy.

Because yes, the Urge is gone, the cursed blood of Bhaal doesn't call to them anymore. But body remembers, even if mind doesn't. Body knows what it did, it knows what it was created for. It's instinctual, bone-deep reflexes of a person raised to be the perfect murderer. It's little twitches and how easily opponents fall: foes and former allies alike.

It's small glimpses of the past, because mind doesn't remember, but the body DOES. It's the eerie familiarity of darkest corners of Baldur's Gate, it's people recognizing Durge on the streets, people they don't remember but who remember THEM.

It's the feeling of being haunted by your own self.

It's the body of Ketheric, the bloody mess left of Orin, Gortash's lifeless frame. It's the knowledge you're the last one, what this tragic story of conquer started with you and ends with you.

It's the feeling of emptiness where bubbling joy once was, the blood on the blade what brings no feelings. It's being charming, or kind, or honest, or gentle, or honorable, but at the end of the day still being the best in the art of murder - and who are they if not Bhaal's unholy blade?

Godless and fatherless, struggling to reimagine themselves.

Especially when memories come; they never return fully, never in the whole picture. But glimpses, the shards of existence what was once theirs cut deeper than any ritual blade would.

I keep thinking about Durge weighted down by the grief of the world, guilt of the world.

Alone: without a god, a father, a sister, a partner (Gortash, bc these two were absolutely insane for each other).

Alone and with whole life ahead; lost and confused and with hands bloodied.

Hero, people call them. They don't feel like a hero.

That's the same picture

It’s insane how much “Mr. Date… I loved him…” can change you as a person. INSANE. You go through Side Ryuki and you’re like “lol Ryuki is a little gay for Date that’s funny” and then they hit you with the “HE IS CANONICALLY TEXTUALLY IN LOVE WITH HIM AND HIS APPARENT DEATH IS WHY HE BROKE DOWN OVER THE LAST 6 YEARS” and y. you just. you.

always loveee seeing such variety in Dark Urge character designs... like Bhaal is always on those old dress up games making Durges...