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Astarion doodles~

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just a very exhilarating feeding session

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They saw you across the bar, they liked your vibe

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(reposting some of my fanfics LMAO) (pls read them so maybe I’ll finally finish)

twist of fate

Pairing: Gale Dekarios/Astarion Ancunin Tags: Blood and Violence, Manipulation, Alternate Universe, Nudity, More tags to be added Summary:

Gale, prodigal weave-user and chosen of Mystra-- was born 200 years earlier, and just so happened upon a white-haired magistrate being attacked by Gur in the city of Baldur's Gate.

Preview under the cut!

It was a particularly cloudy night, that was for certain: the overcast clouds ahead not only shaded the darker alleys, but the streetlamps even struggled to reach into the corners of the cobblestone, leaving the street dark in more places than Gale felt comfortable. Taking another stride towards the inn he had reserved ahead of time, his pace quickened. There was something particularly sinister in the air– he could feel it in the stale, humid way the air hung, like it was afraid to move about for fear of being realized. He tasted, too: a metal tang that left his tongue feeling coppery, though it could just be the charms of an industrial city. Gale reserved himself to tightening his grip on his books, letting his unkempt hair brush in his face, just enough to tickle the sides of his nose. He refused to lift his hand to push it out of the way, letting the stray strands feather into his eyes and mouth rather than tucking it behind his ears. He was too tense to even move his hands, let alone comb his hair out of his face.

No, for some reason, he would rather keep his head thoroughly down , staring at the uneven walkway until he somehow managed to stumble his way into the inn for the night. Why had he even made the trek out tonight, when he knew the weather would be this murky? He should have set up camp for the night outside the city. Hells, he might have even taken his chances in Roaringshore, the notorious pirate-infested village just north of the city if he’d known it was going to be this, well, terrifying.

He’d wanted to take a trip into Baldur’s Gate for quite a while, ever since he heard about the potent presence of magic and magical beings, the booksellers and notorious wizards: Hells, just the lure of a new city was tempting. The idea that books he’d never heard of, spells he’d never dreamed of casting (he doubted he could find anyone above his level, but a man could dream), made his heart flutter with excitement. And this time of year, when the need for archmages lulled and Mystra’s tasks for him waned, was perfect. Gale even made sure to move all of his appointments further out– a week, uninterrupted, in the Gray Harbor itself.

But, now that he was here, all he wanted to do was get inside and possibly never step foot into the darkness of the night again. Gale tried, really tried, not to think about the implications from his readings of Baldur’s Gate, but one of the other aliases of the city kept swirling in his mind as he sped-walked through the town: ���The City of Blood”.

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if I asked this man “would you still love me if I was a worm” he’d say yes so earnestly it’d make me cry

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"No more worship of the goddess, Gale Dekarios, worship me."

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I'm always amazed at how open and sweet Lae'zel's features are when she's not scowling... I love her sm

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hi. sorry for giving ur vampire boyfriend long hair. yeah he will steal all the hoes. sorry.

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WHO WANTS TO BE BG3 MUTUALS!!!!???? PLEASE!!!!

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personally i’m a fan of when a story is like. the love was there. unfortunately. this all could have actually gone a lot easier for everyone if the love hadn’t been there but here we are

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reading back my old bg3 fanfics and getting to the end like "aww :// when's the author going to continue... oh"

me. me hav to continue it.

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hiiii reviving this account because i listened to hozier's new ep and it completely revived my bg3 obsession

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twist of fate

Pairing: Gale Dekarios/Astarion Ancunin Tags: Blood and Violence, Manipulation, Alternate Universe, Nudity, More tags to be added Summary:

Gale, prodigal weave-user and chosen of Mystra-- was born 200 years earlier, and just so happened upon a white-haired magistrate being attacked by Gur in the city of Baldur's Gate.

Preview under the cut!

It was a particularly cloudy night, that was for certain: the overcast clouds ahead not only shaded the darker alleys, but the streetlamps even struggled to reach into the corners of the cobblestone, leaving the street dark in more places than Gale felt comfortable. Taking another stride towards the inn he had reserved ahead of time, his pace quickened. There was something particularly sinister in the air– he could feel it in the stale, humid way the air hung, like it was afraid to move about for fear of being realized. He tasted, too: a metal tang that left his tongue feeling coppery, though it could just be the charms of an industrial city. Gale reserved himself to tightening his grip on his books, letting his unkempt hair brush in his face, just enough to tickle the sides of his nose. He refused to lift his hand to push it out of the way, letting the stray strands feather into his eyes and mouth rather than tucking it behind his ears. He was too tense to even move his hands, let alone comb his hair out of his face.

No, for some reason, he would rather keep his head thoroughly down , staring at the uneven walkway until he somehow managed to stumble his way into the inn for the night. Why had he even made the trek out tonight, when he knew the weather would be this murky? He should have set up camp for the night outside the city. Hells, he might have even taken his chances in Roaringshore, the notorious pirate-infested village just north of the city if he’d known it was going to be this, well, terrifying.

He’d wanted to take a trip into Baldur’s Gate for quite a while, ever since he heard about the potent presence of magic and magical beings, the booksellers and notorious wizards: Hells, just the lure of a new city was tempting. The idea that books he’d never heard of, spells he’d never dreamed of casting (he doubted he could find anyone above his level, but a man could dream), made his heart flutter with excitement. And this time of year, when the need for archmages lulled and Mystra’s tasks for him waned, was perfect. Gale even made sure to move all of his appointments further out– a week, uninterrupted, in the Gray Harbor itself.

But, now that he was here, all he wanted to do was get inside and possibly never step foot into the darkness of the night again. Gale tried, really tried, not to think about the implications from his readings of Baldur’s Gate, but one of the other aliases of the city kept swirling in his mind as he sped-walked through the town: “The City of Blood”.

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log onto tumblr, take 8000 psychic damage looking at images of my blorbos, go to work, come home, log on to tumblr, take 8000 psychic damage looking at images of my blorbos, go to sleep, wake up, log onto tumb-

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going to my fanfics and Reading Comments over and over and reloading for New Comments because i love Comments

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sorry i tried to kill u can we still fuck