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I need non-Canadians to know that everything in this thread is true

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Should i attempt something for mermay?

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There was a soft hum in his ear rather than the blaring alarm of his nightstand clock. Fingers traced along his sides, lingering at every dip and curve. The feeling of cool breath caressing his neck.

It was a pleasant enough way to wake up.

Gale’s eyes fluttered open as he let out a soft groan. Luckily, the sun was still hidden behind their curtains.

Lips pressed against the back of his neck, moving slowly down his spine until they reached the sheets pooled low on his hips.

Gale smiled. His husband was in a mood this morning.

He felt Astarion’s slender fingers kneading his sides, gripping the softness that had diminished a bit in the last few weeks.

Astarion lay his head on the swell of his backside. "Time to wake up, my sweet."

Gale might not see it from where his face was buried in the pillows, but he could hear Astarion’s grin.

"Shall I give you a proper ‘good morning’?"

Gale wanted to want it. He really did. But he couldn’t.

The reverence was relaxing. On any other day, he could have melted into Astarion’s hands… usually. Yet today, even the softest touch made him ache.

Astarion’s hands moved to his hips. "I could start our anniversary with a feast," he said, as he began to move the sheets lower.

"Ah—" Gale struggled to push himself up. "Wait."

Astarion’s hands stilled immediately, his gaze locking onto Gale’s.

Gale swallowed thickly at the intensity—the concern in his husband’s eyes.

He couldn’t let this day start on a sour note.

"I… would like to wait. Maybe tonight, after some wine, some romance—maybe I’ll even…"

He shrugged, but offered Astarion a smile.

Astarion eyed him suspiciously but didn’t press.

"Hm." He placed the sheets back, his hands patting the firm cheeks he was using as a pillow. "Waiting could be fun," he agreed. "But let’s not worry about performance. I’ll enjoy you—soft or hard—"

Gale choked. "Astarion!"

Astarion’s grin widened, all sharp teeth and mischief.

"—how would you like your eggs, darling?"

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May I offer you tokoyama 👀✨

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I forgot to share this very, very cool Pintrest board someone made for my fic! Please check it out!

https://pin.it/BGot7fZpf

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Astarion/Gale (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate), Tara (Baldur's Gate), Mystra (Dungeons & Dragons) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Rapunzel Elements, Alternate Universe - Tangled (2010) Fusion, Alternate Universe - Rapunzel Fusion, Warning: Mystra (Dungeons & Dragons), Mystra Being an Asshole (Dungeons & Dragons), Grooming, Gale Is Subjected To Grooming Tactics (Baldur's Gate), Warning: Cazador Szarr, Canon-Typical Violence, Eventual Romance, Kidnapping, hand trauma Summary:

To the woman, the storm outside the cabin walls was a distant concern. The creaking of wood and the rattling of windows, which might have unsettled another, did not reach her. Her world had narrowed to the immediacy of birth. The pain was a signal, a reminder of the life she was about to meet.

Yet, she never would.

Gale = Rapunzel.

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December was very stressful for me.

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The Selkie - oil painting by Kai Carpenter

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Suggestion, if it pleases you: Astarion's reaction to Gale in the wavemother's robe?

(he will indeed be watching, and not just his back, heh)

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I didn’t realize you were the person who did the fanfiction tag drinks.

ahah yeah that's meeee!!

If you guys are interested they are all available as stickers on my RB!!

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Deku: Well this might be our last bit of screen time together. Is there anything you'd like to say? Perhaps about how heroes (especially me) aren't so bad after all or--

Shigaraki: Tell Spinner I'd still smash

Deku:

Shigaraki: (vanishes)

👌🏼

"Wanna tell me how grateful you are to me for saving you, or...?"

"Tell my wife Spinner I tried to flatten Mount Fuji for him. Was so close too. Would've loved to get down and dirty in the rubble."

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Why is everything so hard?

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Truly it was only a matter of time before the bunny Gales turned into bloodweave bunny Gales. Bunny Gale and fox Astarion is peak self-indulgence and I shall do my best not to apologize for it LMAO

I am NOT sorry 🙅‍♂️🚫😲 for fox/bunny bloodweave 😤😤😤

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Breaks canon? This IS canon. Lol.

Why does Zevlor sound so horny for Halsin here?

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Astarion/Gale (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff, Sweet, Anal Sex, Rimming, Making Love, Soft Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Sweet Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Top Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Bottom Gale (Baldur's Gate), Morning Sex Summary:

Astarion wakes up one morning and realizes just how much he loves Gale. He decides to show Gale.

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Fandom is so different now and it’s becoming un-fun with how quickly shit moves.

I just want to enjoy things. I don’t want to have to play a game of Artist-Race that seems to be afoot lately.

Ya’ll eat up fandoms, leave artists and writers bone dry and then move on so fucking quickly then fucking wonder where all the Good Fandom Stuff is.

Idk Maybe cherish some things for longer. Reblog stuff. Interact with people. Comment and share.

Fandom is Capitalism now and I’m not being nuanced.

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"You will be beautiful forever."

For those few, brief first moments, all he could feel was pain—cracking and splintering—as if his body was being torn apart and put back together, only to break again.

Was he screaming? His throat felt hollow, and his ears rang with nothing but a constant, droning static.

He saw nothing but darkness, felt nothing but pain, and heard nothing but the soft, terrible voice that sometimes cooed through the static.

"I will make you perfect."

How much time had passed? He didn't know. He remembered nothing before the agony.

"Drink."

Warmth brushed his lips, sliding down his throat in a thick, cloying stream. He couldn’t swallow, but the liquid moved of its own accord, slipping down easily, filling him with a nauseating heat.

"Soon. You're almost complete."