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@iron-hearts-ablaze & @apalestar

BIG hug

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Gale has had ENOUGH 😤

prt 2 of Baldur gate 3 meme edits

Part 1 Part 3

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What is the media that's had the most impact on you?

@chaoticbard (also asked by @iron-hearts-ablaze) | mun questions meme

Impact wise, probably video games. I'm not saying that cause this is a BG3 based blog, but video games have been a part of my life since I could remember. When I was a kid my dad saved up for a PS1 and pretended he got it for me (along with 18+ games like Alien) but I used to stay up past my bedtime and watch my dad play these games during the night. I got the job of watching the radar in the top corner of the screen to let him know if there were any aliens around.

Gaming has always been very social with me too. We had lots of race car games and then my next door neighbours got consoles so we'd hang out and play racing games or Crash Bandicoot or Spyro.

Even through secondary school, I'd come home from school to flick on the Xbox to play COD:MW2 or Halo with the lads. Funnily, it's how I met my first partner, he was a gamer too but went to a different school so we met through the MW2 lobbies (who said COD lobbies were all toxic eh?).

Still, now games are a social thing for me, I much prefer gaming with friends. Nowadays the stories in games are just phenomenal (BG3 for example) and they have me emotionally invested in them.

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Do you have a favorite podcast?

@fcllxn-stcr | mun questions meme

Ah, I don't really listen to podcasts. I could never get into any of them. I'd rather spend my drives listening to music or audiobooks. I'm currently revisiting Lord of the Rings read by Andy Serkis. I'd recommend his telling of the story, the change of voices he uses for each character's dialogue is pretty well done!

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What is your go-to coffee order?

@championsofthegate | mun questions meme

When I'm not off sugar I'll nearly always go for a dark (if possible) chocolate mocha. As I'm on a sugar break my go to is a cappuccino. But my local café is run by an Italian man so for fear of my own life I've only ever ordered a cappuccino from there. I think asking for a mocha would hurt his soul.

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Were you a dinosaur, horse, dog, or unicorn child?

@apalestar | mun questions meme

I'm sure you already know as you're asking a geology nerd, but yeah dinosaurs out and out. I had books and books on different types of dinosaurs. I was that kid who did all their projects in either space or earth science or dinosaurs. My favourite was the Utahraptor or the Diplodocus or the Allosaurus.

That being said, I worked in a stables tending to horses since I was 7 and did a lot of horse riding competitions so I also loved horses as a kid too. I used to care for a horse named Forest, he was a lovely mild mannered horse that would sell my soul for an apple.

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as per request by the nonny, have a Munday meme! Muns, specify in the tags if any questions are off limits for your comfort! As always if there's something you want to see in future feel free to ask -Xo 💜💜💜

Coke, Pepsi, or Dr. Pepper?

What is the media that had the most impact on you?

How many siblings do you have?

What's the dumbest scar you acquired?

How many pets have you had in your life?

What's the furthest place you've been away from home?

What is your ideal vacation destination?

What's the first movie you saw in theaters?

Do you have any tattoos?

What was the most memorable instance you have of playing truth or dare?

Have you ever dyed your hair?

If you could own any car what would it be?

Were you a dinosaur, horse, dog, or unicorn child?

Have you ever been proposed to?

What was your favorite TV show growing up? Do you still watch it?

How many languages do you speak?

What is your go-to coffee order?

Is there a genre of media you cannot stand?

What are you expecting to show up on your Spotify wrapped this year?

Do you have a favorite podcast?

What does your current TV show queue look like?

Do you believe in ghosts?

What is the outfit you love to wear most?

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It's Munday so here's a picture of me last weekend, running away from my problems:

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// Since it's Sinday. Woe, HeatWeave be upon ye.

// Just a screenshot because I'm lazy, so quality probably got destroyed. Not sure I'll ever finish it properly? Maybe when my art block gets me passed the sketch-y stage. Needs fixing up. Her other horn needs to be visible, her arm crease is wrong, maybe I'll open her eye instead. Would want to colour it so they're in their glowy blue/purple phase. Or it may just stay a sketch because I love sketching, not so much with colouring.

// Figured it'd be posted somewhere before I inevitably delete it like I did the other projects I got going.

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One must wonder where Astarion finds these books of his. Tonight he seated himself beside Gale while the man cooked. Perched himself on a stool in his kitchen. His performance was theatrical as ever. His voice modulated to imitate the characters in the tale. The narrator who took himself too seriously. This time he found the perfect tale to recite to the wizard. “And lo our wizard found himself trapped in the lich’s greenhouse! A veritable menagerie of rare flora, but one in particular had its sights on the wizard. Its tentacle wrapped themselves about his thighs prying them open.”

“Oh no! Cried the wizard. I’ve fallen and there is a tentacle in my ass! Shouted our dear wizard. As the leathery appendage breached his hole, he found himself moaning loudly like a beast in heat!” Astarion couldn’t help but to smirk. He knew how much his partner enjoyed these tales. He turned the page, audibly.

“He squirmed and squirmed eagerly awaiting the tentacle’s next thrust! Made all the better by the lack of preparation before hand.”

@apalestar ¦ someone call animal welfare cause I'm gonna beat the shit out of a gremlin

"It has to be a wizard. It has to be bloody tentacles." Gale's frustration simmered akin to the stew he was cooking as he listened to Astarion's idea of a book club gathering. It was fortunate for the vampire that Gale both loved him deeply enough to forgive this and had no desire to commit mass murder. The secret third reason, as irksome as it was, he was glad that it brought Astarion some glee, even at his own expense. But that was the terms and conditions of love sometimes.

Yet, it didn't mean he had to continue listening to this nonsensical drabble. With a flick of his hand, he cast Silence around Astarion, the sphere of magic not quite reaching the wizard as he continued to cook.

He wondered how on Toril Astarion constantly found such crude novels. Then a part of him began to wonder if these weren't written stories but tales thought up by the rogue himself just to torment Gale.

"If you put half as much effort into the sourcing and telling of these… stories as you do into keeping your half our room clean, I wouldn't have to spend a part of my evening tidying up after you."

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Kissing portrait - part 4

Karlach and Gale, kiss on the hand.

Art (c) captainferial

Characters (c) Larian studio

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"Astarion! You're awake, brilliant." Gale was evidently pacing his kitchen, his body brimming with impatience and excitement. "Whilst you were resting, I decided to pop to the markets where I got speaking with this lovely chap who claims to be an expert in perfumes and other forms of the sweet-smelling side of alchemy. Originally, I planned to purchase you a gift of perfume, and perhaps it was due to an offhand comment that I made about us wanting to dabble in a new hobby together. Well, the long and short of it, I thought we could give this a go. What is it? It's..." He paused his pace to reach behind the counter and withdrew a pink box labeled in clear bold writing, "a perfume studio!"

He held the box proudly, clearly thinking that he struck gold with this idea. Oh, the night ahead was to be delightful. "I thought you might quite like that. We could make almost any perfume, and afterwards we could trade scents. I mean, there's all sorts of scents here, even some high-pressure filtration going on." He cleared his throat, knowing exactly how that sounded and not taking it back.

"Like I said, I could just whisk up a cup of tea for me and some breakfast blood for you, and then we could make perfume to our hearts' content."

@galefcrce I swear.

That gaudy thing in Gale’s hands finally solved the mystery of that heinous cacophony of smells. An offense to perfumers every where to call that thing any semblance of a ‘perfume kit’. Whoever this merchant was had stripped Gale of his well earned coin. It could have been commendable if Astarion wasn’t subjected to the aftermath. Tempted now to slide a dagger between the seller’s ribcage for the offense to his nose.

Was this Gale’s attempt at wooing him? With terrible insinuations and even worse ingredients for perfume. “Gale. My love. Of the plethora of awful ideas you’ve had over the years I’ve known, this has to be one of the worse.” He flicked his hand towards the offending package of whatever the hell was in there. “Even a child would find that monstrosity ill-suited for doing anything but offending the senses.”

Either the wizard was trying too hard or was purposefully doing this to torture him. “That’s no kit, my dear. That’s the ingredients for warding any would be suitors.” Features coiled into a look of disgust. His senses more sensitive than Gale’s by half. He felt a headache coming.

“If you wanted to ‘trade scents’ with me, why couldn’t you go about it the old fashioned way? Offer me a drink, call me beautiful, and then ask for a night of sex.” All this accomplished was having him debate sleeping in the sewing room instead.

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Just when I thought no emoji was worse than 8), @apalestar hits me with this

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@iron-hearts-ablaze ¦ Rick Grimes voice: CORALACH

Gale fought hard to suppress a smile at Astarion's reaction to their little code names. Sometimes he managed to wind up the vampire in return, and Gale liked to relish in those moments.

Of course, the smile was short-lived. Astarion was adept at irritating Gale, even using the false name just didn't have the same appeal when it was turned against him with a faint insult. "I'm quite capable of climbing, thank you, Kaidyn."

Gale cast a quick side glance to Karlach, and then back to Astarion, who had busied himself with the next step of the plan. Once almost certain Astarion couldn't see him, he properly turned to face Karlach and mouthed "Help me later?" Gale was aware he would likely struggle with the height of the window but refused to let Astarion have the last word in the matter.

But the notion of a quick climb depended on the walls consisting of exposed brick or cobblestone. Gale swiftly realized as he approached the location that the smooth wall didn't fall into their plans of gaining entry. "Looks like you need our fiery friend to give you a boost, hmm? Think you'd be willing to help, Coralach?"

@apalestar

Karlach was impatient. As always. She understood, logically, that these things took time. They had to be rather sneaky in their approach. Something that was not her strong point. While she waited for the all-clear, she paced around a little. Playing with her now rather long brown hair, attempting to tie it all back so she could see plainly.

She had lost count how many times she had gone over what she remembered of the vault to Gale. Painstakingly walking through everything she knew step by step so he could conjure up a plan A, B and C. He even requested a false name from her, but why would anyone care enough to ask? 'Coralach Dendrab' was the only thing she could think of. Coralach was a bitch at school, Karlach didn't care if she was mistaken for her. Dendrab was some Dwarf she used to drink with...also a bit of a prick. Funny how these memories resurface after not thinking about them for some time...

Now she just wanted to move. To get on with it and hit Gortash where it would really hurt... His pride.

Karlach only stopped when Gale started to speak, hoping it meant the go-ahead. Blinking, she glanced at the bag and instantly recognised it. "Ah, yeah, probably best I finally use one of these rather than carry the chests around, wouldn't look right with this puny body." She grinned, tucking it into her robes out of sight.

"Please tell me we're moving out now, boys, I'm going mad over here."

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"Have sex with them while I watch." ( You know who )

@apalestar & @iron-hearts-ablaze

It had been several years, several blissful, chaotic years since the fall of the Netherbrain, and yet Gale never grew weary of his time with Astarion nor of Karlach once she decided to join the. Tonight, Gale donned only half his clothing as he knelt before a fully clothed Astarion, hands resting on the other's knees, asking if he wished to join them for the evening.

Astarion's lack of desire for sex didn't surprise Gale; quite often, Astarion was content with watching Gale while giving specific instructions or, in other cases, nothing at all. Gale's initial response was to smile lovingly and take the other's hand, placing a gentle kiss atop his knuckles.

"Okay, my love. You're welcome to join at any stage if you change your mind. I'm sure Karlach would love to find a way to keep you from giving commentary from the sidelines."

Gale knew he wasn't in any position to judge; after all, Gale had once watched himself, for note-taking purposes, of course.

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"The most beautiful of fantasies"

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"Don’t come until I give you permission."

@iron-hearts-ablaze ¦ damn fire girl

Head thrown back, beads of sweat had formed across Gale's brow as his eyes fell shut of their own accord. He attempted to formulate a response, but she had rendered him breathless and speechless in equal measure. What was intended to be words emerged as naught but a blend of a huff and a moan. The pleasures of mortal company were still something Gale was adjusting to once again, yet Karlach was more than willing to take the lead for the night. Her guidance was rather forceful, but Gale found himself not minding in the slightest. In fact his smile betrayed his enjoyment of her commands.

"Gods," he finally groaned, reaching down to grasp her hand, motioning for her to slow her pace. "I shall only embarrass myself if you don't.. ah.. slow down."

His hands moved to rest on her arm, brushing his fingers against her warm skin, his touch morphing into a tight grip as he could feel the warmth and pressure coil in his groin, knowing he was close. "Karlach," he warned, he pleaded, he worshipped.