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i am enraged on why baldurs gate 3 doesn’t have glasses

i want my characters to have canonically poor eyesight and not because of volo or whatever tf else

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blasphemous rumors; g. dekarios.

pairing: gale dekarios x gn!reader

warning(s): post-game, angst, fluff, implied smut and voyeurism (but honestly, no real smut because i have no idea how to write one)

word count: ~1100

a/n: i had this idea, that also could be read as a gale version of that astarion graveyard scene, and i really wanted to write a fic about it. i have close to 0 of experience in writing fanfiction, as well as english is not my first language, so i apologize for any mistakes. if someone will enjoy this as well i will be more than happy :)

have a nice day, evening or a night!

(italic = part of a flashback)

after gale’s proposal, and not so long before departure to waterdeep, gale offered you one last stroll through the baldur’s gate, and as you were walking around the basilisk gate one building reminded you both of those times when he really considered the idea of using the orb against the absolute. as you were passing the stormshore tabernacle, gale couldn’t not stop to look at it one last time. place, where he spoke with mystra last time, demanding to bring the karsus’s crown to her.

-are you alright? – you asked gale, with a hint of concern. you were for more than hundred percent sure in him and his affections, just like was sure in you, however you more than any other person knew what mystra meant to him and what kind of person did she turn him into. right now, both of you are just glad that everything came to an end – including the whole story with mystra and orb, but still just her name makes you feel fury. what kind of goddess you have to be to not only ruin young man’s life, but also later on demanding on exploding himself for so-called “commonweal”.

as you were looking at tall statue of mother of all magic, you couldn’t feel anything but pure anger.

it is a late night, and all your companions were asleep, but insomnia gave you no rest, so you decided to take a midnight stroll in your hometown, trying to reminisce everything that has happened to you for the last days. fight with ketherick thorn and absolute cultists, rescue of night song, as well as shadowheart’s unexpected choice to abandon the idea of becoming the dark justiciar. but you couldn��t stop thinking about gale - as your and his feelings were blooming stronger than ever, you got to know more of his past, and as you were standing in front of tall, fine statue of mystra, you couldn’t feel anything but pure anger, fury. not because she is a former lover of gale’s, no. creatures meet and fall in love, and just like that creatures can fall out of love and break up, realising they’re not meant for each other. you were furious because you knew how mystra manipulated gale in this kind of relationship and what did she left him with. she used him, just like she did, and she will with other mages.

-i truly hope you hear me, o mother of all magic. i really wish i wasn’t standing here, in front of your statue, not even knowing whether i am speaking to you or the soulless statue of yours. – you felt your nails digging into palms, due to your anger, - not going to lie, obviously, i would come here with one intention only, to speak about gale, and… - here you stuttered, thinking what you could say. by the end of the day, you were no one to her right now, in some near future maybe a person who saved the sword coast. but why would she care about someone that small and mortal?

then why would you care about what she thinks?

-absolutely. – gale turned to you, smiling, - i just thought we might pay a visit to this shrine one last time, if you don’t mind, obviously.

-well- sure, why not. – you agreed with a bit of doubt, following gale into the shrine. you two were just observing the statues of gods and architecture of place, but deep inside you both knew why you came here. you could feel his anxiety, despite what he said a few days ago, just before to propose to you. yes, his orb “fell asleep”, he can finally restore his peace and can live the life he deserves – to love and being loved. but he knew this was also mystra’s doing, so he caught himself thinking that he shoud say some “thank yous”, or “goodbyes” to her.

however, as you and gale approached mystra’s statue, holding your hands, you could see in his eyes some kind of emotion you never saw, when it came to mystra. it was not hatred, sorrow or fright. it indiffrence, at last. indiffrence towards her and what she might think about him.

-while you are going to look at how mortal lives are being born, and then eventually how these exact mortal lives are facing death, and use other people like toys, i hope you will eventually find yourself thinking that gale dekarios owe you nothing, and never did.

for a mere second, you could swear that you felt weave from the statue, a feeling like she wanted to respond something. but then you felt nothing. perhaps you misunderstood weave for your own. or perhaps you were right, like always.

gale dekarios owe mystra nothing, and never did. you felt a true happiness for your fiancé, for finally letting go this part of his past.

-what’s on your mind? – you asked him, taking his second hand in yours, making him turn towards you. you meet with his eyes, that sparkled especially bright, as he was studying your face once more.

-you.

as you felt true happiness for him, letting go this part of his past, gale felt thrilled for realising that he got to meet his future with you.

-cheesy, - you smiled, feeling some blush appearing on your cheeks. you felt his hand slip on your hip, while the other was placed on your cheek, making you meet with his gaze. you could definetly see how his eyes (and maybe even hands) had an intention to undress you, but even for you it was a bit too much. the key word is “a bit”. as your mind was processing on what is going on, gale placed a tender, yet an unexpected kiss on your lips, as you tried to keep yourself on earth, holding the hem of his robes. as he parted from your lips, you tried to be indignant, but only managed to whisper since you two were still in the shrine:

-gale! what on earth are you doing? – you chuckle, while gale had gazed at you with love, stroking your hair.

-admiring my future wife, nothing special... – wizard murmured, - although i do have some idea. – he added, giving a mischief smile. you did not answer, just raised an eyebrow, awaiting what else he wants to say. – i am not insisting, just say no if you don’t want to do it.

you couldn’t hold yourself from smiling while being in gale’s embrace.

-i never said “no”, you know.

gladly, there were not a single soul in the house of worship at this time of night, so gale just had to spell an arcane lock on door, just in case. finished with surroundings, he quickly came back to his the centre of his world, locking up with you lips in much more passionate kiss than the previous one.

oh, but the night is still young.

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gale spent so much time as a Very Serious Archmage, Lover Of Mystra, Goddess of Magic, and so it means so much to me that the closer you get with him, the goofier he gets.

the teasing, the sincerity, it's likely something he hasnt had in his life for a very, very long time, and the fact that despite everything that looms over the two of you, he finds time for that? its beautiful and its all he deserves.

i like to think that after the events of the game, when everything's calmed down, living with gale is living a life filled with laughter. youre constantly wrapped around each other, sharing another in-joke. enjoying life like it was made to be enjoyed. regular people enjoying regular lives.

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i am having baldurs gate 3 and chappell roan brainrot recently and so i got an idea

“good luck, babe” from the shadowhearts perspective, as fem!tav stayed with astarion, that later got ascended

ESPECIALLY THESE LINES LIKE WTH

sobbing

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I KNOW I PROMISED NO ANGST BUT…….”running up that hill” by kate bush but it’s reader @ nanami after ch 120

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the warmth of the death on the skin.

pairing: nanami kento x gn!reader

warning(s): angst, death mentions, implied jjk manga spoilers, not a proofread, so might be some mistakes.

a/n: god has let me live another day, and i am about to make it everyone’s problem. wrote this small drabble at 1am i was sad i am sorry this is so shitty ahhaha (actually this is my first drabble out here so</3)

being jujutsu sorcerer sucks.

that’s why you left this world of curses a long time ago, and promised yourself that no matter what, you will never come back as a sorcerer. everything, that was about curses and sorcerers brought you pain.

except one man. basically the reason, why you were running towards shibuya station, breaking your own promise.

the clock was 20:53, october 31st. whole evening you felt yourself anxious, despite the fact that kento warned you, that he was going on a mission. yet something felt very wrong. every time when your husband went on a mission, you were absolutely sure that he will come back, and in the morning you will feel his warmth on your skin. but right now you had a feeling that tonight you will lose it.

-ah, fuck it.

23:14

-no, y/n, please, don’t you dare leave me… not right now... - kento was holding you in his hands, and you felt his warm on your skin.

-i was worried about you, you were late for dinner, darling… - your voice was very weak, you felt that it was your end, yet you were truly happy, that during your last moments you were right beside him. - i just couldn’t let something happen to you, so i- ouch—

actually, you did a lot of stupid things in your life. perhaps this is one of them. and the only explanation to them was him, the love of your life - kento nanami, that was holding you right now, just like every morning, when you were greeting him with gentle kisses.

so even now, with the last moments of your life, you managed to reach his face, to leave one last kiss on it.

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everybody gangsta till

starts playing

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i firmly believe the new ABBA single could raise neil perry from the grave

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Charlie: yeah there was this nerd sitting in your seat yesterday

Neil:..

Neil: *slapping Charlie’s arm* THAT WAS ME WITH MY GLASSES ON

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//slight nsfw ?? i dunno but

okay but imagine having some kind of intimate moment with charlie, and he gets turned on when you say on his ear something in latin— like—my god.

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todd anderson’s debut poetry collection, published in 1962, when he was only twenty years old.

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Neil Perry is alive. Always has been. He didn't come home to his parents. He came back home to Mr. Keating and his friends, his home.

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everyone, please enjoy

charlie dalton

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dps fandom what do we think

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Charlie Dalton moodboard w/out the aesthetic

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kokomi wanters time to become kokomi havers!

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I did a crossover with my fave boys