#gale is such a nerd and im here for it

[siginari]

[fruitpunchjollyrancher]

my shitty treatise on "ants from up there" and gale dekarios

this is the gale album of all time. and i WILL elaborate. (also warning im only posting this because i have been obsessed with this fucking album and gale for a WEEK and need it out of my brain. im probably not going to explain too many lyrics and i get nervous expressing my ideas because tbf to me it seems quite obvious but ofc i can explain, assuming anybody reads this post)

"Concorde" immediately stood out to me like oh this is so gale. i dont even think i need to explain how gale this is. the rest of the song is super gale too, i just don't want to include screenshots of the entire song

"Bread Song" has a LOT of worship imagery and also below alluding to appearing fine but rlly inside he is not well <3

oh my god. "Good Will Hunting". the mentorship but also wanting her to depend on him a little but it's unfeasible, weaving a whole life in his head that can never be because mystra will never see him as an equal... also the pre-chorus 👍 i am so well

"Haldern"... i literally dont know how to explain my feelings about this song in relation to gale pls someone tell me u see the vision

"The Place Where He Inserted the Blade" is more headcanon/my interpretation but im just gonna focus on the parts that i think everyone can agree on. first 2 lines arent super applicable to mystra but ig i can rationalize it as her being detached from the world/not rlly participating (i.e. why didnt mystra just stop the absolute herself (im aware its because ao doesn't like it when they meddle, im smoking that true forgotten realms pack trust me)). but the MAIN part of this song that is so gale to me is the vines breaking bones, bones heal, our school friends sign our cast on the playground, my body is yours. like holy shit being a chosen of mystra is a huge fucking deal and despite the pain it can cause (that he doesnt even notice because "tied me up slow with your vine stuff / it takes a few years") but it's definitely encouraged among wizards/mages in any circles he was in and by elminster ("we tell all our school friends / and they sign our cast in the playground"), then of course the last line breaks my heart. rest of the song is also rlly fucking good please listen to this album.

"Snow Globes" has more religious imagery but tbh i dont know precisely how i feel about it in relation to gale so im just gonna skip it

"Basketball Shoes" shows a more hopeful future but still #suffering because thats just how it is. concorde being mystra/his relationship to her tears his life to shreds, defines his life, leaving him with nothing. keeps seeing her everywhere (wizard stuff, his damn earring, he's always saying "by mystra" like bro you're intersecting at the market town on purpose atp (i get it)). i interpret the part after that line break (idk why genius doesnt just say its a different verse, don't quote me on this idk anything about music theory) as post-game where he's still Not Great but it's better and moving on, there is a future. doesn't look to mystra anymore (throughout album especially in good will hunting and bread song the s/o is mentioned through headphones, wifi passwords, phone calls, so "never look at our phones anymore" means he isn't thinking of her anymore or trying to curry her favor).

alsoooo should mention that i didn't include the part of "The Place Where He Inserted the Blade" that mentions a lunch metaphor in relation to panic attacks and possible cheating so the "feelin kinda normal with a packed lunch" is doubly meaningful, he isn't freaking out while making lunch anymore

this verse is tav (or whoever u romance as gale origin idgaf)/gale as he is trying to find a new object of devotion in his romance. "the clamp" could be many things, from reminders of mystra to all his perceived inadequacies to lost opportunity to become a god w/ the crown of karsus.

third section of the song im kind of undecided on w/ gale like we got the religious imagery again, could interpret "generous loan/crippling interest" as mystra's deal for him to return the crown of karsus in exchange for no orb. but yea idk yet

and that is the entire album (- chaos space marine, i didn't really think of anything related to gale when listening to it but it's still a great song, PLEASE listen to this album). so yeah if im horribly wrong on any of my takes be sure to send me hatemail k thanks bye

[recitedemise]

Gale doesn't know about his history toward distrust. Likewise, however, Charles doesn't know about his need for more. As it were, they're both lovers of the arts, both primly put together like a soft Monet. They've learned what qualities to wear, donning all manner of smiles that would sway a room, and certainly, his hunger for company would be a sore before the eyes. Dare he say it, the intensity of its portrait would scare him, too. Truth is, Gale, eager, longs more than anything for what's achingly honest. He would wonder half-heartedly to the color of deprivation. (Brown.) With laughter, Gale's eyes boast the color of rained in earth.

"Please. One needn't know the difference between an optical binary and a binary star to be a proper admirer or our skies," he returns. "Besides, you don't strike me as someone who will content yourself with staying firmly terrestrial. I like to think I've studied the stars some decades enough to spot a twinkle in one's eye. All those boundaries you can push are sure to be cosmic."

How nice. Evidently — a great mercy, sure enough — even a year of isolation couldn't dull his charm. Unfortunately, however, whatever reprieve that'd afforded goes rotting with a gasp. My god. Of course he knows him. Of course he would. Quietly, a great flurry of dread begins frothing in his marrow as the seat farther down sinks like his heart. "Charles. The pleasure is entirely mine, I assure you. As to myself, I dearly hope you'd heard all good things. Academics are known for their gossip, unfortunately." His fall from grace was legendary. "With mouths much like their thoughts, they often run."

he's somewhat disarmed, admittedly, by gale's amicability. charles hails from a metier of reticence, where such openness would either be scoffed at or taken advantage of. part of him bristles at it, quick to mistrust a hand that is offered so readily. what intentions might this not-quite-stranger hide behind his smile? couldn't be that he's simply interested in conversation, could it? at the same time, charles can recognise his own paranoia for what it is. if there were any shady goings-on attached to this most inconspicous figure, charles would have uncovered them by now.

                   so why not let himself be disarmed? to a point, at least. gale makes it remarkably easy. no time lost, no hitch acknowledged. charlie manages a smile that doesn't come off as even half as stiff as he currently feels. ❝ i'd wager i enjoy the nightsky as much as anyone. my knowledge of astronomy is very limited. not my area of expertise. certainly not like i suspect it is yours. ❞

                   here, he's starting to show his hand some. this is where he cannot help but sound a little apologetic. ❝ i know who you are. superficially speaking. ❞ belatedly, he realises this might come across as more ominous than intended. best not to reveal too soon that his area of expertise consists mostly of rigorous research. what he may consider friendly interest might very well be considered cyberstalking by most. ❝ what i mean is: i work in research, too. the world of academia is very small. ❞ too vague an explanation. instead of lingering uncomfortably, he decides to follow gale's unspoken invitation and takes a seat, with a respectable distance left between them. if gale is gracious enough to extend a hand to him, charles might as well accept it. ❝ charles. pleasure to formally meet you. ❞

[adaptacy]

A Found Flame {Pt.2}

Pairing: Mentor!Gale Dekarios x Apprentice!GN!Reader

(Previous Chapter) – (Next Chapter) ➔ (AO3)

A/N: Gonna cross-post this to AO3 eventually once I have more of an idea of how the plots gonna go cause you all have convinced me to full-send it and make it a longform thing. just adding it to the list of wip.... a sincere apology to my tcm fics.... anyways! i love my little depressed magic-cancer nerd and im glad im not the only one. here's more of him :) [it wont all be angst, but i gotta set the scene and the stakes, yanno...?] ALSO 'a found flame' is just the working title, idk what the official one is gonna be but i'll let yall know when i figure that out

Word Count: 3.1k

Stepping outside grants you an opportunity to taste the last flavors of the fading winter, only feeling the quick spikes of a chill every few minutes, and even then, it’s only thanks to the setting sun. You still wear a purple velvet shawl, as per the request – well, demand – of Gale. He insisted many moons ago that you shouldn’t ever risk getting sick when you can take measures to avoid such a fate, and you’d decided it was much simpler to go along with it than to argue your safety. That plan was cemented when he purchased you a finely tailored purple shawl, the edges of the hood and cloak lined with lynx fur, dyed a dark pink to complement the thick purple velvet that made up the majority of the shawl. A gift that nothing short of surprised you, even had you fooled into believing you’d been dreaming when he presented it to you. Why he was so particularly fearful of the cold, you weren’t sure, but you deeply appreciated the gift, and even if you did enjoy winter’s nip, the shawl was both gorgeous and comfortable, and you’d be insane to leave it behind.

Gale was also particularly sensitive to cold weather, from what you could tell, which likely had a role in his passionate bias against the chilliness of post-snow air. Frankly, you were fine with the occasional runny nose in exchange for a chance to wander down a snow-dusted forest trail, and you didn’t mind a shiver here and there while you caught free-falling flakes that Waterdeep was ever so rarely granted. 

The garden, however, was much like Gale – hardly a fan of the cold. Gale did not have a green thumb, but he still shared similarities with the plants you tended. Those plants that, currently, were dead and buried. While you’d managed to convince him to try his hand at herbalism and gardening, he had more of Bhaal’s touch with the sprouts than the ‘magic’ touch he so often joked about. It was amusing, and a little pitiful; the exasperated sigh and the troubled frown that followed your breaking of the news, that his poorly packed and overwatered plants had passed. He was dramatic, and managed to find the humor in the situation, though vowed to let you handle anything to do with seedlings and crops from that point onwards.

It was unfortunate, as you appreciated his entertaining company (even if it came mostly in the form of griping, displeased that he had to get so up close and personal with dirt and worms) around the garden beds, but it allowed for moments like these. Truth be told, you had no intention of gardening. You would have to wait another twelve dawns until any useful plants would be back in season, so planting anything this late in winter would be a waste of both time and resources. 

Instead, you aimed to explore a small forest trail that you’d just recently discovered, not far from the tower you stayed at. To say you lived there felt like too strong, too certain, of a term. It was the only place you slept, and nearly all of your time was spent there, but you knew it wasn’t home. It was Gale’s home, and you were a mere guest. A sixteen-month-and-counting guest, but a guest nonetheless. You worked, your apprenticeship laboursome and sometimes really quite demanding, and Gale repaid your loyalty and assistance by giving you a place to stay. You’d just never planned to stay so long. 

In all honesty, you expected it to be a very temporary arrangement. You suspected Gale felt the same way. But circumstances changed, and so did minds, and you didn’t see yourself leaving anytime soon. It helped that you got along quite well with your boss-slash-roommate, despite the differences in personality and age. You were comfortable with the way things were, and Gale had just recently begun to sprout ideas of passing his own spell-casting knowledge on to you, with today’s lesson being a prime example. When you weren’t helping out around his home, or running errands for him, or tending to the garden, you were most usually subjected to reading long passages from books that were once very far above your understanding. 

If Gale was a master of anything, it was surely knowledge. You’d found it odd, at first. Spending all of his days wasting away in his tower, just reading, rotting into a hermit, you’d assumed. But you’d soon gained an appreciation for his boundless mind, and felt almost honored that he’d decided you worthy of learning from him. Being a wizard’s apprentice had never been in the plans, not even as a fleeting hypothetical, and yet you found yourself in that exact scenario – and enjoying it nonetheless! 

Glancing down at the small woven basket hanging from your arm, you frowned, lost in thought. Gale taught you a lot, and he still had plenty left to teach, but by no means did that translate over to you really knowing the man you shared a house with. He taught from books and scrolls, and on a few spare good days from his own vast experience. Even with all of the lectures he gave, you found that any details about him that weren’t related to magic, or your lessons, were all quite lacking. What you did know about his personal life was almost purely from observation. 

Well, a few times when Tara had made a passing comment about some personal detail and surely was later scolded for it, but those were few and far between. If anyone were to blame for your curiosity, it was most certainly the man himself. He loved preaching the importance of curiosity, exploration (despite rarely leaving the confines of his study), and seeking knowledge, and you’d be a rather poor apprentice to disregard such lessons. Or, arguably worse, cherry pick when you applied those lessons to real world scenarios. 

Most recently, your nose for curiosity had picked up on the notably pungent scent of Gale’s behavior. It was unusual, slightly withdrawn, perhaps a little panicked if you truly squinted between the lines. Gale was predictable, for the most part – it was one of his traits that had earned him your trust in the first place. Though as of recent, he’d been rather strange. And not the typical Gale kind of strange – an unsettling, uncharacteristic strange. One that you knew better than to ask questions about, but one that certainly sprouted confusion. 

You neared the edge of the forest, giving the pale trees a smile as if to promise your peace. Pausing just before the tree line, you peered into the woods, interested as to what you might discover. You proceeded, following a very faint trail into the woods. You had a pretty solid confidence in your navigational skills – otherwise you most definitely would’ve gotten completely trapped in the maze of a city that was Waterdeep every time you ran any sort of errand – so you weren’t particularly concerned with getting lost. 

Allowing your thoughts to return to Gale, you reminded yourself that you weren’t really lying to him. You definitely weren’t going to the garden, but you still planned on harvesting plants. You’d known him for almost a year and a half, and you knew the gist of what he’d been through, what with his mentorship from Mystra herself – which was so cool, and he was way too casual about it – and his strange appetite thanks to the Netherese orb that had become one with him. All that aside, however, you didn’t know many details about his past. For as chatty and sarcastic as he was, you couldn’t shake the feeling he had a good number of secrets he withheld from you, and big ones at that. 

Of course, Gale was entitled to his privacy, and you didn’t want to intrude or push his boundaries, but it was impossible to ignore the signs of unease. His constantly drifted mind, his long breaks between lessons, his increasingly frequent requests. Or the way that he’d direct you to read a passage from some folktale or other, only to remain silent for several moments after you finish, gazing longingly past his balcony. He’d been consuming more artifacts than usual recently, and gained a sudden eagerness to push real world practice into your schedules. Not that you minded the inflow of new information, but it didn’t seem to come from a place of excitement. Instead, you figured anxiety; judging based off of the common rapid bouncing of his leg, the messy-and-messier spread of his books and trinkets – especially when compared to how well-kept the place always was whenever you’d started working under him – or his new tendency to forget what he had and hadn’t asked of you, or which lessons he’d already covered, or hell, where he had last placed his staff. 

Well, what better way to get someone to open up and relax than with a hand-picked bouquet and some herbal tea? 

Even if he didn’t spill his guts to you, he certainly needed a pick-me-up. Sure, you already did a lot for him, but he did a lot for you, too. Maybe even more than he realized. He deserved a treat. 

–   –   –

“Though it may be bold of me to say, I estimate they’ll be a fine caster someday.”

“Bold indeed, Mr. Dekarios. Awfully bold. They quite nearly began trembling at the idea of a mere fire bolt!” The small beast chirped back, seated firmly atop his desk, pawing at a small fuzzy ball that swung from a thin string, easily entertained by the simple contraption. 

“Even I stumbled; all beginners do. Time is all they need. ‘Time heals all wounds’, is that not how the scriptures read?” He asked, sticking his tongue out and running the tip of a long harpy feather over it. 

As he dipped that same tip in a vial half-filled with a thick, clear liquid, Tara quickly outstretched a wing, the end of it not-so-accidentally hitting her companion in the face. The startle nearly caused him to knock over the bottle of magic ink, his torso leaning forward as he just barely managed to steady it with both hands, and he glared at his familiar out of the corner of his eye. She merely stretched out her other wing, feigning obliviousness before eventually looking back at him. “You are still the same fool who summoned me all those years ago. You are a prodigy, Mr. Dekarios! You were half their age then; to compare your ‘stumbles’ to the incompetence of a commoner such as them is exhaustively inconceivable.” 

“Tara, I implore you to exercise patience. They are a fine apprentice, and they certainly have the potential for brilliance. Am I not a competent mentor?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, intending the question to be at least somewhat thought-provoking, but the only reaction he received was Tara turning her head away and murmuring something too quiet for Gale to hear. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, he knew her well enough to predict it was something snarky, and he didn’t bother investigating. He dipped the large quill again, unable to recall if he’d already wet the tool, and the liquid dripped off of the tip, shimmering in the glint of the fading sun as it rejoined the rest contained in the bottle. “Why is it that you repudiate all of their attempts to bond with you? Surely you don’t think them ill-mannered?”

“‘Ill-mannered’, he says,” she mocks, her tail flicking in irritation. “It is not their civilities that I have quarrels with. It is the expectations I deplore.”

“Expectations?” Gale repeats, his palm flattening against his desk, pressing out the sides of a contorted scroll, the tip of the feather hovering over the yellowed paper. 

After solving her own deliberation, the tressym turns around, her wings folding against her sides, her tail curling around her paws. “Have you no fear that your confidence is misplaced? Mr. Dekarios, do you not worry that they may fall short in your plans for them? That they are not up to the task you have decided to burden them with?”

Gale’s irritated gaze softens, his hand relaxing, coming to join his other hand in resting on the desk. The clear liquid on the quill drips onto the parchment, becoming a black dot in an instant, the weave-infused iridescent ink soaking seamlessly into the paper. “I fear nobody could ever truly be capable. But my options are limited, and my few select choices are each disheartening in their own cruel ways.”

“Evidently, you have already made up your mind. Why is it that you allow them to remain oblivious? You know better than anyone how dire the circumstances are.” Tara’s paws slide forward, her belly laying flat on the desk, and she plants her head atop of her mitts. 

Gale moves his hand, letting the paper curl up without the weight, to gently scratch Tara’s head, her pitying purr drawing a sigh from his own chest. “I am but a ticking time bomb. Hardly much of a man these days,” he chuckles dryly, looking around the dust-riddled mess that he still called a study. It would be nothing short of anarchy if it weren’t for his apprentice, and he’s seen it in far worse shape, but it doesn’t quite shake the quiet guilt that rocks in his stomach at just how far he’s fallen. Gale is usually quick to excuse his carelessness as an incurable consequence of his age, but he’s well-aware that his energy is not merely being lost alongside his youth. 

The artifacts he consumes have only ever satiated a part of the orb’s appetite. Never quite satisfied – a commonly reoccurring trait of those Gale finds himself engaging with – the sortilege feeds off of him as well. The incantations he recites and the thaumaturgy he practices only grows stronger – more powerful than Gale could have ever predicted or wished for – while his body withers away as though his very anatomy is actively being shredded, and relentlessly so, to make room for spells that he now dreads casting. 

It doesn’t help that his learned reliance was only ripped away from him when he truly needed assistance. When the man who once considered himself the smartest in all of Faerun was clueless about his own condition, the only person who could possibly have the answers disappeared. 

Now, Gale was left to clean up the pieces. He understands this is his own doing – that he was, and still is, a fool. Once blinded by greed, a greed that led him to being blinded by love, a love that led him to being blinded by desperation, a desperation that led to him being trapped by fear. A fear that now has settled, more or less. Present as ever, but no longer unfamiliar, no longer a new addition to Gale’s emotions.

His hand returns to the paper, and Tara steadies her sights on the bottom of the quill, watching as it twirls, imprinting promises and bittersweet apologies onto the scroll. Words he couldn’t possibly utter aloud, but words that couldn’t be more genuine. The recipient deserves more than a written explanation and cursive laments, and he’s aware of the injustice he’s manufacturing, but he is a terribly faded man who is cursed by a deficiency in time and yet finds himself with so much left to do. He decides it is better a raven on her doorstep than his ghost, lacking any explanation. 

Each day, he wakes to find his chest a little warmer, his hands a little shakier, his hair a little thinner. And each day feels like his last. He is entirely helpless to the foe that resides inside of him, of all places. Incapable of defending against something that has already breached his castle walls, and even more useless as it has latched under his skin, reducing him to nothing more than a habitat. He hosts an aberration that has grown far, far too large for its enclosure, and who threatens to rupture its cage with every breath that he dares to draw. 

He’s held out for long enough. He’s lived longer than he ever imagined possible, but he knows his limits. The truth stings in places untouched by the Netherese’s reaches; his forced composure starts an ache in his face, but he knows better. With a sharp inhale, Gale rolls up the paper, setting down the large brown feather as he retrieves a thin, fraying string, tightly wrapping the letter up. He even finishes it off with a neat bow, a force of habit, and he sets it aside, leaning back in his chair. 

The moon is just barely visible now, approaching the stars and creeping over the mild coverage of the stone railings on his balcony, and the wizard watches the white giant rise. Some unburied, deep sense of longing reflects in his eyes, where the moon also resides, though she is much smaller and much dimmer. There’s movement on the desk, but Gale’s eyes aren’t yet drawn away from the beauty of the night. Then there’s a weight in his lap, and a purring against his stomach, and he lowers his hand to rest on Tara’s back, gently stroking, enjoying the silent tranquility. 

‘Mystra’s moon’ he used to call it. He’d tell her he could see her in the shadowed curves, but he isn’t sure if he ever really did. Maybe in a dream, long lost to him now. The moon that watched over him tonight was certainly not Mystra’s. It was bright, encasing the room in a beautiful blue, and the gaze it returned was a soft one. Free of judgment, free of stress, free of difficulty. 

“I reckon I’ll be up there soon,” he exhales, feeling his familiar curl up in his lap. “Ruling my own section of sky. Perhaps I’ll even have purpose. I can’t help but wonder what it’s like.”

“Peaceful, I suspect. An eternity of peace, at that. What a prospect.”

“You’ll join me some day?” 

The feline purrs out a quiet chuckle, her tail curling around her body so the tip rests on her nose, bundled perfectly atop his thighs. “Of course. I can only go so long without a self-warming bed.”

Gale smiles, his hand falling still on her back, though his thumb continues to run up and down her fur. “Give them a chance, will you? They can’t do it without guidance.”

“I’ll take care of them,” Tara reassures, her tone much softer now than when she spoke of his apprentice earlier. “Do wait for me up there. I’ll be by your side before long, Mr. Dekarios.” 

“I set out tomorrow night. I’ll inform them of what they need to know.”

[spicyraeman]

1. They're so cute 😭 My heart palpitations are not going to get better with these drawings

2. Astarion is the manager obv. He loves sweet talking people and feeling important too much

3. I kinda imagine them having a first band with Minthara but booting her out because she just wants to do some Bela Lugosi's Dead type of songs all the time and they're bored

3.1 Minthara doing her own band with Droz and Gut maybe? Also Gortash and Ketheric doing some old dad rock&roll

4. I imagine Lae'zel insisting on doing The Very Complicated And Long Song on every show, like Ghost Love Score or The Greatest Show on Earth from Nightwish

5. I kinda see Gale being the genius composer/producer in the shadow

6. Wyll is the community manager, his style doesn't match the bands but it's okay. He's wayyy too happy for hungover SH and sober Lae'zel

Am I too invested? Maybe. But what's stopping me? ( I hope I'm not spamming your asks, if so forgive me)

🫀🚑 Anon

Oooooo love these and there’s no such thing as being too invested, spam the shit outta my ask box I don’t mind (I'm just shit at answering anything timely)

Im kinda down for manager Ass, but from my limited experience with him it seems like he actively kinda hates talking to people and being responsible for things lol, really hoping building up some of the others helps me place him better cuz I really want him in here

I also had like, vague thoughts of Minthy being a solo artist (same with Halsin) but a band with Droz and Gut sounds funny as hell, the amount of snark generated from dealing with those two would be insane. And I could not give less of a shit about Gortash but dad rock Ketheric is just too good to pass up

Lae'zel is 100% that kinda person, imagine she'd relent tho as long as shes given at least one good chance to show off

Producer Gale is exactly on point for what I was thinkin'!! (he's prob a math rock nerd too) And Wyll being a community manager just fits sooo well, also imagined him being a solo artist stuck in a incredibly shitty contract cuz that story aspect translates really well. He may be too much at times but they love and appreciate him to bits 

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

Me, watching over an exam with the professor I work for, looking for attempts at cheating that I wouldn’t snitch on anyway: omg this is so Sketchbook Week Day 4 - Secrets!!!!!

"You have to study for four of your finals which are next week" What do you meeeeeann bro, it's sketchbook week. You wouldn't make me work during sketchbook week, would you? Naaahh you wouldn't do that, man, I believe in you

[doublemyheight]

The brain won't stop thinking of my tav x gale ughhhh

Gale having to look up into tavs eyes. Just a thing of really weird elf genetics they are Tall. 4-6 inches taller than gale by whatever fucking height you give gale I don't care. He's taller than many people but here comes tav and bam he has to look up at them.

Just a death domain cleric who's decently old for an elf, but spent many years just faithfully praying to their divine and not doing much outside of that. And I don't mean being like a cleric cleric for their divine I do genuinely mean a casual citizen who was very faithful.

(Eladrin elf I know its modded but I don't give a shit) their like a bit older since the yearss of devotion and I'm imaging my tav living with their parents for a bit maybe being adopted and the parents dying of old age and tavs just like .. okay well .... grieving all over the place I guess!!! Oh hi cleric of divine what's up, ignore my teary face, thanks for your kindness can I hang out... for a while and just be here a lot and not like ... cleric/paladin yeahhh yeahhhhh

And then I imagine a death domain cleric coming on a pilgrimage to visit the local temple and decked out in holy symbols and some bandits attack and tav sees this cleric just anhialate the lot with necrotic damage and then bursting sinew the bandit corpses when the bandits don't end up fleeing

"Oh..." imagining tav a bit flustered and hot at that

"Who are you?"

"My name is tav, praise to *divine*."

"Do you know the way to the temple?"

"I do, follow me."

And then they have a short fling, the cleric teaching how to tap into the way of magic through their divine. And like I DIDNT KNOW I HAD THIS AS A CHOICE YEAHHH IM A CLERIC NOW WHOOOO

Tav learning how to death domain and traveling to a town. Then they are snatched by the ship and eventually deposited on that beach. Tadpole in head.

Seeing this magic loving wizard find no issue, unlike some, for tavs fascination for the necrotic and body explode magic their deity can provide.

Gale does have some dislike for blowing up allies fallen bodies. As they are allies and the bodies should go to family and friends, but tav understands that and well.. there's other bodies and tav understands the need for a body to grieve over.

Tav slowly learning how to harness the cleric magic and going through everything in act 1 and then is like "I want to fuck this chatty nerd wizard, and also hold his hand as we walk through a street market stopping at the different stalls to see the wares everyone is selling and then buying local honey and jam and fresh bread and sitting on a blanket he conjures as we eat the snack together in the sun as we talk and talk and when we are finished we hold hands more and continue shopping and I buy some baked good we will eat for dessert later as we cuddle on a couch"

"Oh right, we are currently not dating and I should be focusing on the next area and possible fight we go to, not, not that fantasy...."

[itskeej]

would any of ur ocs like slasher movies. silly q i know but like.... maybe some of them like watching movies more than others?

im trying to think of ocs that i've shared on here... extended it to just some of their thoughts towards slasher movies hehehe, hope you dont mind!

gale's favourite slasher movie is the first scream!! he's a nerd about slasher flicks but he likes horror in general.

dennis is.................... dennis.

victor is victor. priest. very strict about these things.

gene is................... gene!

[hairlessgoblin]

Happy New Year’s everyone!

Thank you for the embrace in the little time I have been here. You are all absolutely amazing and Im so happy to have a space to be my freak self in.

Im already writing the part 3 for the Galefic and finishing my first bg3 play through. I’ll try to romance Astarion next time but Im not making any promises because JUST LOOK AT GALE??? ALL COVERED IN BLOOD!!!! TELLING ME I CAN UNBURDEN MYSELF WITH HIM ?!?!?!? I love my puppy eyes scratchy beard nerd wizard soon to be husband.

love u xx

[punchratt]

Indulging in my brainrot again, heres that longer bg3 character design post i was talking about! (@dragonageshitpostingelves, i didnt forget you <3) Also, Spoiler Warning, i talk a lot about the companions backstory and quests, so don't read if you haven't finished those. Or do, I don't care.

Im gonna be honest and admit right now that I am sadly NOT a professional character designer, but instead just a nerd who likes to draw. I think the bg3 designs are amazing as they are and deserve a hell of a lot more praise then their already getting. That being said, i have many opinions about these funny little tadpole people. The first of them being that Gale, Wyll, and Astarion should not look like that. I mean, they all literally have the same body model, just give or take few scars and some hair, then swap the head. Which i think is a little shocking considering that the girls have much more diverse body types. Normally its the other way around.

First, Astarion. I love him, but i should not be able to grate cheese on his abs. Dude was a slave surviving off rats and living in the shadows for over 200 years, he's a rouge with 8 strength and no work out plan other then squatting so he can hide better. The last thing he should have is a six pack. I am a firm believer in scrawny Astarion, that man is wet noodle, he is malnourished and it should show. I should be able to see that mans ribs. Play that boy like a xylophone. This twink is not twinking right now and its driving me insane!

Im not saying he cant be sexy, in fact i think its very important that he is sexy. A big chunk of his story has to do with his relationship with sex and how he views romance as a whole. The whole point of his story is that he seems like the sexy vampier stereotype, but is actually a much more in depth character with a very complicated relationship to sex and romance. He needs to look sexy for that to work. But you don't gotta have a six pack to look sexy! Whenever i see him without a shirt all i can think of is that abs just don't look right on him. Everything else i think they've gotten perfect, he really does look like the character he's supposed to be and i can only applaud Larian for getting it so right, just.. lose the abs.

Second, Gale. I feel like I've already summed up how i feel about his design in my last post, but i like talking so i'm gonna say more! Gale should be chubby!! All he likes to do is ponder his orb, talk to his cat, and study magic. I firmly believe that he also has a side passion for food. After all, what is cooking if not potion brewing but different? Gale can appreciate a good meal and it should show! After all, eating and food is integral to his character with the whole arcane hunger thing he has going on. Give me my dad bod Gale and all wrongs in this world will be righted.

But to be a little more serious about this, i think his story becomes all the more poetic and tragic if you view him as someone who loves food. Because just imagine that you have three things you love, magic, food, and your goddess girlfriend. Now imagine that one day, to impress your goddess girlfriend, you do something kinda really stupid and end up with a magic nuke in your chest. But wait, it gets worse! Because of this failed grand gesture your goddess girlfriend breaks up with and banishes you. She leaves you to deal with this whole thing by yourself, all you have now is your cat and cooking. But wait, it gets even worse!! No matter how much you eat, yu arent ful, so you're constantly starvinng now, and thats how you find out that the bomb in your chest feeds on magic! Which means that now Gale has to ether find a way to keep it fed or he's gonna kamikaze half the swords coast. Meaning he has to eat any magical artifacts he gets his hands on while also dealing with the emotional damage of everything else. Food, one of the only things he had left, is now a stressful reminder of the fucked up situation he's in.

Now I don't think that means Gale starts to hate food, or resent it in some way, I still think he's the adorable little foodie goofball dork who insisted on being the camp cook. But i do think it makes his whole relationship with food something much more bittersweet, which is very interesting and something i feel could be reflected better in his already amazing design.

Third, Wyll. Wyll, I believe, is the most likely to be buff out of these three. Though, I don't think he'd show it as much as he does. We know he likes to dance, and that he enjoys a good sword fight more then anything! He used to fence with his father and overall is a very active guy. He is probably the character that most matches his body, there aren't many things I'd change. That being said, he is still a warlock with less strength then a hamster. He wouldn't be that muscly.

My dude is the son of a Grand Duke, he's had a relatively cushy life that didnt really get all that much harder after his dad gave him the boot (dick move btw). He's struggled, defiantly! But i don't think it'd be a reach to say that Wyll might have a little fat on him. I dont really have much to say other then i think he'd benefit from taking those abs away and putting that bulk somewhere else. When I imagine Wyll I imagine a man with some arm game and a pudgy belly. Maybe some calf muscle too, but overall nothing too defined since he doesn't really use strength in combat. I mean, why does Wyll have more defined abs then Lae'zel? Of all the origin characters she should have the most defined abs of the group. Not these three clowns(affectionate).

Wyll is a softie with a heart of gold, he should get to have a soft body to go with it. Plus it'd add more contrast between what parts are devil and what aren't. Sharp rough horns, a scarred face, and striking but intimidating eyes juxtaposed against a soft but somewhat built frame, quick whit, and a generally nice attitude make for a very interesting design! One that i think would be much more compelling then the kinda default muscly hero build he has now.

Now compare those to the secrete fourth option i didnt tell you about! Halsin! I think Halsin is designed perfectly and there is nothing i would change. He uses a unique body model from the other three and his design perfectly captures who he is as a character. He's big, appropriately buff, and looks kind. I look at that man and i think "yeah, thats a guy who occasionally turns into a bear", and he does! He looks like a natural born leader who knows how to make those tough decisions, he looks as inviting as he acts, and he looks like he gives amazing hugs. Bear hugs if you will! That man is a bear in every sense of the word, and whats more druid then that?

I only really brought him up to set him as sort of a standard for the designs of this game, because almost every single design is just as perfect and well thought out as his. I could go on for several more paragraphs about other characters and why their also perfect, or what other small little changes id make to their designs (cough cough, Lae'zel abs, cough) but this thing is getting long enough as is.

So to conclude. Fuck abs, and get them off my boys! If you've actually read this whole monstrosity, thank you. It took me over half a day to write and i still feel like i haven't touched on everything. Like, i didn't get to praise their designs nearly as much as i wanted to, but oh well. Maybe I'll make another post about the girls, maybe ill ramble about what i do like about the boys designs, i don't know. Depends on if anyone wants that, or if i still got gas left in the tank after this. Finally, please excuse any spelling errors and the inconsistent capitals. Its late, i have dyslexia, and i'll probably go back and fix it later. Thanks again for reading!

[abyssalaerlocke]

Camp Cretaceous AU!

(spoilers)

Need the party to get left behind on a dinosaur filled island

Ideally starting as teens (don't really know what they're doing, varying levels of (im)maturity, drama — but they pull together enough to survive and thrive

But at the point when they'd normally be considering making a raft to escape, they're like "that's fucking stupid and gonna be what gets us killed — sailing across an ocean on a makeshift raft, in an area known for tropical storms, with no navigation equipment? We actually have a good handle on living here, whether rescue ever comes or not"

So they stay, and grow into adults, with a home, and their found family.

Gale is the dino nerd, of course. He loves this place, and his knowledge is crucial in keeping them alive, even if he was a naughty camper sneaking out and getting up to shit he shouldn't

Astarion is the rich kid complaining about all the hard work, who's adoptive dad Cazador seems more neglectful than evil, (but they'll probably never learn much more if they stay on the island long term).

Wyll was there to spy because his family was being blackmailed.

Lae'zel is the antisocial athlete

Halsin's an adult that got left behind. He's a paleobotanist, and helps them get a human food garden started — scavenging raw potatoes from the cafeteria, and tomato seeds in pre-packaged sandwiches, etc.

Durge is... the camp dino. He's more dangerous than Bumpy, probably one of Dr. Bhaal's fucked up hybrids, but he imprinted on Gortash when he hatched, so his friendliness or threat to the campers is dependent on how well they can get along with Gort.

[a-fast-rebloger]

tell me more about saika im obsessed w her #stoatgang

OC ASK YESSSSS saika is our babygirl and I love that <33 thanks for the ask cause I'm so mad I won't be able to include her in the fic as much as I want SO HERE IS HER LIFE STORY

What you know already: her name is Saika Granniken, she's originaly from Gillikin. Specifically from Brox Hall, right next to The Great Gillikin Forest

She comes from a big family. Over 7 siblings. She's the second oldest. Her oldest brother was shamelessly her favourite.

She originaly learned magic from her mother and other casters from her town.

Saika eventualy became disatisfied with being tied to her family (especially after her older brother left the nest) so she left. She'd originally planned to move to a bigger city—Shiz, at first, then EC—but soon found that the world is... not kind to Animals. She settled on a pretty nomadic life, moving all through Oz. She learned a lot in that period (that's where her being a nerd about magic originated heheheh).

She got involved with rebelious movements around this time (nothing like seeing the World to Get You Radicalised lmao). She originally only worked as a messenger (both physically and magically) for the ALF. This went on for about 2 years before she actually was brought into the fold and actually took part in the Action TM

She was part of the ALF for five more years before she got Got by the gale force (a few months before the start of the story) during a raid to one of on of the Front's center of operations

After being traded out of Southstairs, she was planning to leave the life (at least for six months or so) and self-exile to Muchkinland to stay out of trouble. That didn't pan out, huh...

SO that's all I'm putting out there for now <333 THANKS FOR THE ASK

[upwards-descent]

okay so im a bg3 girlie and for some reason your post from like months ago about wanting us to blow up your inbox keeps showing up on my fyp so here I am (anon bc I am shy). im a lesbian but gale is husband anyways what do you think he likes to cook

Aw yay well welcome! ♥️ Gale def strikes me as the type to be like "hold up, this is gonna take all day to cook, stay outta the kitchen" and he takes like all the daylight hours to make the best fucking stew you've ever had in your life. Also technically he should be good at baking because as a NERD he'd understand it's more a science than an art but the idea of him struggling to make simple cakes is too funny to me

[rorichuu]

Hiii!!! If it isn't too much trouble and if there still open may I have (male) baldur's gate matchup please. My pronouns are she/her. I tend to be shy around new people but I can be somewhat loud with people who im close to. My height is 5'0. I would describe my aesthetic as girly/soft/cottegecore, lots of long dresses and skirts.

Im not very athletic and im not a big fan of sports but I love to go roller and ice skating. I also love to read books and to also cook and bake food. I also like to garden. I've been playing the violin for 7-ish years. I love animals. I am currently studying in college. I like to Watch nature/animal documentaries. I also like sweets.

Somethings I dislike are people who bend or ruin my books and people who speak over me when im trying to talk.I love music, I can listen to any genre and like it but my favorites are indie,bedroom pop and classic rock. sorry if i spelt anything wrong. Hope im not bothering you:)

༄ hello armin-ocean-eyes! ∘•˚.⊹

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ㅤ... 𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 ...

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ㅤ𝗵𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗲!

𝟏 . 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙞𝙣 — 𝟿𝟾% 𝚌𝚘����𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢!

you and halsin would be a perfect match!

with your share of love and appreciation with animals and nature... it would be difficult to stray halsin away from you.

halsin would also absolutely love your attire! long dresses, skirts... he loves them!

i feel as though halsin is a pretty comfortable person to talk to... aside from his towering stature, his conversations always seem light and easy.

he would completely understand your shyness. And some part of him would feel a bit bad or worry if his height is intimidating to you. (even if it wouldn't be, he would still think about it)

"You play the violin? I would love to hear you play... if you'll let me, my heart."

adores that you play violin

he truly thinks it's a beautiful instrument and i swear you could see the hearts in his eyes once he hears you play

HALSIN WOULD SOO SPOIL YOU WITH SWEETS ARE YOU KIDDINGGGG

he also has a sweet tooth

y'all be havin' your fair share of sweet treats every now and then

not to mention the fact that you cook/bake? dude he's head over heeeeels

he would def try to help you

and since this man is basically ancient i’m convinced he knows cooking here and there

but he’s cooking with every natural ingredient under the sun (mushrooms, herbs, etc.)

but he’s better at baking

he’s a professional muffin and crepe maker

any pastry, he’s got it DOWN

and he’d love to try your foods as well!!!!

『 • • ✎ • • 』

oh! you ice skate/rollerskate?? that’s great!!!! he’s awful at it 😃

cannot keep his balance for the life of him LMAO he can’t balance his weight and he’d much rather cheer for you on the side lines :,)

DEFINITELY ROOTS FOR YOU BTW

maybe a whittled duck or bear for you afterwards :)

but he’s your BIGGEST supporter fr

𝟐 . 𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙚 — 𝟾𝟸% 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢!

gale was a VERY close second

he completely understands your frustration when people talk over you or bends your books… he’s had his fair share of both.

from being known as the "know-it-all" wizard, he’s been talked over a LOT 😭 so he’s quick to defend you when someone is being rude in that regard

and we all know this man is a bookworm nerd, across all subjects and novels… so you guys definitely have something in common

he also adores your skirt/dress attire! he’d talk about all the shops and stores in Waterdeep and how he’d love to take you sometime

he would definitely be the type to spoil you when the two of you arrive in Waterdeep :)

and hey! you also cook?! him too!

he would love to share his kitchen and cook dinners with you… but heres one thing

the man. cannot bake. it just never works in his favor-💀

he’ll burn it, undercook it… but he’s adamant on never missing a step! he never misses a step!

“I don’t understand, [Name]… I followed the list! I even got the correct brands!”

absolutely transfixed by the fact that you play violin btw

he could listen to you play for hours fr

and you guys would definitely have nights where you sit and read with each other next to his fireplace!!!!

he loved the cozy nights where you snack on your baked goods while reading next to each other

gale is also not a very athletic guy, we all know he was a complete hermit in his tower for months… so he’s definitely more of a stay-at-home person!

gale would definitely go ice skating with you… while using a concentration spell to keep him balanced 😁

would show of a lil

i’m ngl he would

but he’d root for you or watch you skate :) he’s completely mesmerized !!!!

he adores you! :)

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rorichuu!

[ofarkhxm]

No here's the thing It always seems like Mystra in everything I've ever dealt with her in is almost a petty and flippant as Mizora. Regardless of if you are doing something positive in her name she will in fact punish you if she thinks it will make her look bad.

Gale thought he was helping her and no doubt the other pantheon of divines found a problem with it so why not kill two birds with one stone.

Here's my fun little contribution, as when I saw gale gushing and pining after his I thought perhaps maybe she was more benevolent im BG3 than she was in my first interaction with the 'character'...

(nope, fuck mystra)

See I played a Shar worshiping Grave Cleric named Kyrie. Kyrie mostly worshipped Shar because Shar lead her to the more esoteric tomes that Kyrie seemed bent on gleaning knowledge from, she didn't trust any of the other gods largely because they all seemed to enjoy excluding her. When they wound up in the pantheon of God's and Mystra was the first one to greet them and ask that they Share what they learned...namely the location of an orb of creation that the big bad was also after, the only person who actually legitimately had the information was Kyrie, because she had a ring of mind shielding, and enough other eldritch esoteric knowledge to stare into the abyss and not blink (we were in fact close to level cap by that time)

She said something pissy about Shar and Kyrie told her to fuck off they'd share the information with a diety they trusted more or they'd just go get the orb themselves.

Mystra didn't take kindly.

And somehow true as hell to form now that I look back on it she cursed Kyrie to where anytime she tried to talk she couldn't.

You know that bit in Austin powers where Dr. Evil is telling Scott to zip it?

Mystra did that.

Mystra and I have a long standing problem and I will happily help my nerd friend overthrow her.

Ohhh, I'm rereading Mystra's entry in the Sword Coast Adventurer's Guide... and this detail:

This means Gale was punished for trying to restore and preserve what he thought was a lost piece of Mystra's magic. Gale being Mystra's ex-lover put aside. He as her follower, she his goddess, was punished for attempting to do the one foundational rule of her faith.

I'm seething and so sad at the same time.

[kittyamore0]

Ethan Landry x Dewey and Gales kid reader??

A/N: Dewey and Gale! Dewey and Gale! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕

˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎ

˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎ

✧ - FANDOM/GENRE: Horror, dark romance, scream 6, Ghostface, Ethan Landry

✧ - TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @zspen, @h34rtsformilli ✧ - PAIRING: Ethan Landry x GN! Reader

✧ - RATING: SFW

✧ - WRITING STYLE: One-shot

✧ - POV: 2nd person

✧ - REMINDER: Do NOT transfer, translate, copy, modify, OR steal my ideas! ✧ - CW: Mentions of killing, knife usage, deaths, guns, setting people on fire, deaths, wounds, slitting throats

˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎ

At first, Ethan hated you, and you hated him. You were related to Gale Weathers and Dewey Riley. The same very people who tried to stop Richie and Amber from their genus plans, and managed to do so.

Dewey tried to help, and he died. Deserved, is what Ethan would like to think, but Gale, Gale was much harder to shake. A fighter, per-say. She was the one to hold Amber at gunpoint and set her on fire.

Sam Crap-enter, and Tara Carpenter. Oh, how much he hated Sam for slitting Richie's throat. Tara? She wasn't as bad, but still bad.

You? Hated you for your parents, but was all...he couldn't find any other reasons to hate you. You were just...perfect? Kind, funny, smart. All of the above. It infuriated him. God, he couldn't stand to see your perfect face, the same face that made his heart jump up and down, cheeks flushed an words caught in his throat.

Why did you hate him? Well...you happened to catch him talking to Quinn, about Richie being their brother. The same Richie that attacked your friends, parents, and you. Although, you didn't stay long enough to hear them talk about some...Ghostface matters.

But just like Ethan, you grown warm, nice, but overwhelming feelings for you. The shy, dorky, fun, funny, kind, nerd. You two always hung out, despite hating each other. It went from distant, to practically sharing food with the same forks!

The more closer and comfortable you two got, the more you both realized what the feelings you held for each other were. Now, it did infact make it more difficult to not give out any weird signs to each other.

Quinn hated the way her brother swooned for you. You were their next victim, not Ethans next lover. She'd always slap the back of Ethans head when he day dreamed about you. "Ow! goddamit...the hell is your problem Quinn?" Quinn sighed. "Stop thinking about your love duck and focus on the plan!" Ethan rolled his eyes.

You were the first to confess. You were drunk at the Halloween party and Ethan? Somewhat sober.

⚬˶♡˶⚬⚬˶♡˶⚬⚬˶♡˶⚬⚬˶♡˶⚬

"Etahn, I've be been look for you!" You giggled, as your body collided with Ethans. "Woah, you okay?" You nodded and nuzzled in his chest. "Now that you're here..." His cheeks flushed bright pink. "How much had you have to drink?" You shrugged. "3...no, wait...5...?" Ethan 'ohh-ed' before gently pulling you closer.

"You're drunk..." He whispered. "Wait...who are you again?" His smile dropped. "Im Eth " You chuckled and grabbed his shirt. "You look just like Ethan!" His eyebrows furrowed, but he smiled, deciding to play your little game. "Really?" You nodded quickly. "Mhm, yea!"

You hugged him. "Hes really cute, and handsome. Hes so nice to me. I like him a lot. I want him to be my boyfriend!" Ethans eyes widened and he stared at you in shock. "What...? "

You put your index finger on Ethans lips. "But shhh! Dont tell him. I dont know if he likes me back..." You murmured sadly. He gently smiled. "Tell you what, Im a friend of Ethans...and and he tells me how much he likes you. How pretty/handsome you are, funny, kind..." You blushed and averted your eyes away from his.

"Guess what?" You looked back at him. "What?" You spoke quietly. "Im the Ethan you're talking about..." A smirk played his lips. "What? No way!" You softly hit his chest. "Yes way!" You replayed in your mind about what he said. "Does...does that mean you like me too?" He nodded. "Want you to be my lover..." He sighed into you and placed his chin on your head.

"Will you...?" His eyes shined in the blue lights. "Yes." You closed the gape between you two.

˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎ

˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎ