#gale is actually my wife and i love him so much hes just like my bf its kinda crazy

[sansaorgana]

I just need to know how buck would react to his wife Breastfeeding! I feel like he is definitely a tits kind of man

oh, darling, let's be real – he's a ✨personality ✨ kind of man 🤭😂 but yeah, I agree 👀 also, I love him being a softie so much 😌 I didn't put any warnings but I assume you know already what to expect from this fic lol 🍼

🔞 THIS FIC IS 18+ 🔞

my requests are currently closed 🙅🏻‍♀️

Usually, it was Buck who would leave the bed in the middle of the night to bring the crying baby to you but today he seemed to be so deep in his sleep that no amount of your daughter’s screaming was waking him up. You sighed and caressed his hair softly without wanting to wake him up – he deserved his rest as well, after all, and it had been a long and tiring week for him at work.

You got out of the bed and put a robe loosely upon your nightgown as you slid your feet inside a pair of slippers waiting for you on the carpet. Softly and quietly you left the bedroom and hurried to the nursery where your little girl was crying her lungs out.

“Hey, shh, shh,” you cooed to her while picking her up after turning a small lamp on. It was not very bright and perfect for the nighttime when little Dolores was getting hungry.

You sat with her on the rocking chair by the window and kept shushing her softly, trying to unbutton your nightgown clumsily with your free hand while keeping her steady with your other arm.

“Don’t cry, little one, don’t wake daddy up, he needs his rest,” you smiled at her and adjusted her in your arms so she could finally get fed as you watched her tiny features in awe. You were still quite sleepy but you would never change anything. Sleep was not as important as spending time with your baby.

Lost in thoughts and Dolly’s sweet little face, you didn’t notice Buck leaning on the doorway and watching you with the same amount of love as you were staring at your babygirl with.

When you looked up for a second, you got startled at the sight of him and then you chuckled.

“Sorry,” he mumbled out. “I woke up and you weren’t there but there was a light coming from the hall so I knew where you went,” he explained with a soft smile.

“You should have stayed in bed, love,” you whispered to him.

“And miss this? No way,” your husband approached you and crouched down next to you so he could see Dolly’s face, too. She opened her eyes and looked at him as she kicked her little feet. Buck grabbed them and caressed them gently. “Isn’t she perfect?” He looked up at you and gasped.

“Yes, she is,” you nodded but you furrowed your brow at his gasp. “What is it?”

“You’re a goddess, really,” he admitted and you felt your cheeks heating up.

“Oh, Gale, please,” you dismissed that praise shyly.

“I mean it,” Buck whispered and gently let go of Dolly’s feet to caress your cheek with his finger. “After everything I’ve been through, all that death and darkness… You’re a beacon of light, a life-giver, a mother,” he explained. “And I will forever worship you for that.”

You cracked a smile at his words and fought the tears forming in your eyes.

“I wish you haven’t gone through any of that,” you confessed, nearly inaudibly.

“But I have and maybe thanks to that I can appreciate what I have even more,” Buck nodded.

“You’ve always been a good man,” you reminded him and it was true. Your husband had always been kind and generous and a gentleman. You had never complained about anything that actually mattered. He didn’t deserve any of the suffering he had been through and he certainly hadn’t needed it to help him shape his character because he had simply always been a good man.

Even in that dim light you could see your husband’s cheeks turning slightly pink. He was adorable, like a little boy. You wished you could hold him close and make all his pain go away, all the awful memories, all the nightmares, all the triggers. You just wanted him to relax, you wanted to give him peace.

Little Dolly squealed a bit and you looked down to see her mouth curling up in a small smile as droplets of milk were dripping down her chin. You chuckled at that and lifted her up as Buck took a tissue from the changing table to wipe her face gently.

“I’ll take her,” he offered and you let him take the baby. Buck started to carry her around while patting her back delicately and you wiped the milk leaking out of your breast swiftly before buttoning the nightgown up.

You kept sitting in the rocking chair and watching your lovely husband walking around the small nursery that he had prepared by himself before Dolly’s arrival to this world. And now was humming a lullaby to his little girl and everything seemed to be so perfect and cosy. You couldn’t be happier than that, you thought.

When Dolly could be placed back in her crib, Buck made sure to watch over her until she fell asleep. He told you to go back to the bedroom and even though you felt guilty that once again he was the one to stay up in the nursery, you were grateful for him telling you to rest instead.

You were still weak after the childbirth and all the pregnancy and he was just one of those husbands who actually appreciated their wives for carrying their children for them. He was tired after this previous week, too, but he knew his exhaustion was no match compared to yours.

So, you went back to the bedroom and you sat up with the pillows behind your back because you wanted to wait for him. You weren’t that sleepy anymore but you were grateful for the possibility of going back to bed – especially your spine was very happy about it.

Buck came back not so long after you since it never took Dolly long to fall asleep in the middle of the night after being fed. You hoped it would stay this way. In general, so far she had been a quite unproblematic child of a gentle nature and you suspected it was a trait she had after her father.

Buck went under the cover and laid down next to you, looking up at you with his pretty puppy eyes as he leaned in to kiss your tummy.

“You sleepy, darling? Want me to turn the light off?” You asked him and caressed his hair.

“It’s fine. I want to stay up and keep looking at you for a while,” he admitted and you giggled.

“You’re mad,” you pointed out playfully.

“Sure I am. Mad about you,” Buck answered and you rolled your eyes as you kept caressing his hair and face – gently, with your fingertips, tracing the outlines of the thin scars scattered all over his face.

“I love you,” you whispered with all seriousness.

“I love you, too,” he whispered back with a soft smile.

There were many other things that had been told between you two with those three words but you didn’t have to actually list them all out loud. Your “I love you” was enough to thank him for his sacrifice, for surviving the war and coming back to you. It was enough to let him know you would take it all away from him if it was possible. And his “I love you, too” was enough for you to know that he knew what you meant and he thanked you for understanding and for waiting for him, for always treating him so kind and soft – for giving him a baby, too.

Buck moved closer to you and buried his face in your nightgown, breathing in your scent. You kept playing with his hair and sighed softly when he looked up with a smile.

“It smells so sweet,” he whispered and you furrowed your brow because you hadn’t used any perfume before going to bed. “The milk, I assume,” he added and unbuttoned two of the small buttons of your nightgown to bury his face deeper into your chest and take a deep breath in. “Yeah, it’s the milk,” he nodded.

“It tastes sweet, too,” you told him with a smirk and Buck tilted his head as he kept looking up at your face.

“How do you know?” He chuckled.

“Sometimes, when it leaks out on my fingers, I am too lazy to wipe it off and I just lick it off of my fingers,” you confessed. “Well, I was pretty curious about it, too,” you told him, hoping he wouldn’t judge you.

But Buck would never judge you.

He swallowed a lump in his throat and looked down between your breasts as if he was contemplating on something. Finally, he looked up again and his cheeks were crimson red.

“Can I… Can I taste it, too?” He asked.

You were taken aback by this question. Not that you found it obscene or disgusting but you definitely did not expect your husband to request such a thing.

“Yes, my love, of course,” you smiled at him with a nod and began to work on your buttons. You would never deny him anything.

“Only if… If it’s still gonna be enough for Dolly in the morning,” Buck interrupted you by placing his hand on top of yours.

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart, she’s gonna have enough,” you assured him with a chuckle and he nodded.

Buck watched in awe when you kept unbuttoning your nightgown – a sight he had seen many times now but this time it was different. It was only for him and you were doing it slowly, which was done on purpose to give him a little show. It felt intimate on a level he had never been with you before although he had never thought it possible.

He nearly moaned at the sight of your swollen breasts jumping out of your nightgown. They had gotten so big due to your pregnancy and he was obsessed with them even more than usual now. A simple thought that they were swollen with milk for his baby was enough to make him have impure thoughts sometimes. He had always worshipped you and the ground you walked on but you becoming a mother of his child only intensified the feeling – he couldn’t believe his happiness, really. The woman he loved so much was loving him back and she wanted to give him a family even though she had to sacrifice so much and her body was a real miracle for actually being able to grow a child and give birth… For Buck you truly were a goddess and he couldn’t care less if it was a blasphemy or not.

Carefully, he touched your breasts and you hissed quietly because they were so sore and sensitive. But Buck knew that already so he was trying to be as gentle as possible when he softly massaged them and watched the milk leak out. He allowed it to flow for some time and only when your breasts were covered in white streamlets, he licked them up while peppering your skin with kisses.

“So sweet,” he said and looked up as you noticed his pupils darkening. You knew that look very well.

“Baby, it’s too early for us to…” You started.

“I know, don’t worry,” he interrupted you and moved up a little to get better access. “I won’t hurt you,” he assured you and you believed him because Buck would never do anything to harm you.

He attached his lip to your nipple and began to suck. You sighed out of relief and threw your head back while caressing his hair and feeling how his muscles relax under your touch. It was all you wanted for him – to finally rest and be at peace, to feel safe in your arms.

His soft, plump lips sucking on your sore nipples softly were making you feel warm all over your body. You were sighing and gasping with pleasure as the hardness of his cock grew, brushing your thigh under the fabric of his pyjama pants.

You felt bad for him because he wouldn’t be able to properly fuck you in two more weeks so you decided to please him in a different way. One of your hands wandered all the way down and under his pants to take his hard and swollen cock. You could already feel the leaking precum and you had to admit, you were pretty surprised that sucking your breasts could make him get so hard so fast but on the other hand you two hadn’t had sex in over a month now.

“Ooh, so heavy. Let me help you with that, baby,” you moaned at the feeling.

With your other hand you kept caressing the back of his head as you started to pump his cock. Buck moaned into your chest and attached his lips to the other nipple as his hands played with your free breast. He bucked his hips to help you jerk him off since he was so desperate to finally have his sweet release. He was nearly as desperate as he had been after coming back home from Europe but you didn’t mind that at all. In fact, you found it pretty hot that he was so needy for you and that it wasn’t taking much for him to finish because of you.

“Shh, you’re such a good boy for me,” you assured him in a whisper. “Let go, baby, don’t hold back.”

You picked up your pace and let your thumb circle around his tip to stimulate him even further and in a few chaotic thrusts of his hips, he came all over your hand while gasping and holding on to you. You kissed the top of his head with a soft smile and caressed his softening cock a few more times before reaching out to your nightstand for a tissue to clean up the mess.

“Did it feel good?” You asked, looking down at his face. His pretty baby blue eyes were hazy and his lips slightly parted. His flushed cheeks and messy hair were making him look even more adorable.

“It felt like heaven,” he breathed out.

You chuckled at that and wiped the corners of his mouth with another tissue to clean him up from your milk before cleaning up your breasts, too. Buck rolled over to lay on his back as he ran his hand through his hair and down his face.

“We can do it more often if you want to,” you told him after throwing the tissues away. “It felt nice… Such a relief,” you told him truthfully. “Sometimes she doesn’t drink enough and I am too full,” you added and rested your cheek on your elbow as you stared at his face lovingly.

Buck turned his face around to look into your eyes. He was still blushing slightly but he cracked a shy smile at you.

“Yeah, well, I’m your husband and it’s my duty to help you then, is it not?” He raised an eyebrow and you giggled before leaning in to kiss his cheek and then the top of his nose and lips.

“You’re an amazing husband, darling. Performing all of your duties so well that you should get a medal for that,” you teased him playfully.

“I don’t collect my medals,” he reminded you. He still didn’t collect the ones he had been given in Europe.

“Oh, this one you will,” you assured him with a wink. “Just give me two weeks.”

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[sorceresssundries]

Oh, What A Circus!

Pairing: Gale x gn Tav - SFW

Word Count: 900

Summary: The spawn of the God of murder and their Wizard boyfriend have a day out at the circus!

A/N: I've been writing a lot of smut/romance/angst and wanted to try my hand at something a little more light-hearted.

I hope you enjoy it!

“You look ridiculous.” Gale muttered with his arms folded.

Tav stood in front of the unimpressed wizard, towering above him at almost seven feet of rippling muscle, with eyes as red as bloodstone and tattoos that looked like carved, ancient curses. They were a trained, hulking barbarian whose blood-drenched origin had, until recently, been lost to tampered memory. They were the flesh of Bhaal himself, spawn of the God of Murder, flayer of innocents, and inspirer of savagery. Condemned to forever be whipped and tormented by the whispered urges that pulsed through their blood and haunted their dreams.

They glared at Gale from beneath their freshly applied clown face paint and waved their candyfloss at him. 

“You look ridiculous!” Tav snapped back. “We’re at a circus and you look like someone has pissed in your porridge.”

Their tiff was punctuated by squeals and laughter of children, and Karlach, revelling in the nearby circus games. Even Astarion seemed to be enjoying himself, hurling particularly cutting insults at a mime. It was hard to tell whether the mime was exceptionally talented at their craft or if Astarion had actually driven them into a silent breakdown.

Tav turned towards the merchant with whom Gale had been conversing. The small mephit, previously engaged in lighthearted banter, was now cowering in the shadow of the clown-faced elf.

“You buying something?” Tav asked Gale with a mouth full of candyfloss.

“Well!” Gale raised his finger and Tav mentally prepared themselves for an unnecessarily long explanation “This fine fellow here”, he gestured towards the now trembling mephit, “And his delightful wife are exceptionally talented artists and dealers of the finest, bespoke sculptures in all Faerûn! Isn’t that right, my friend?”

“Erm, yes absolutely.” replied the mephit, still not taking their eyes off Tav, “I was just explaining to your….”

“Boyfriend.” cut in Tav.

“Oh…right…” The mephit’s eyes flicked between the two adventurers, as though the pairing of the wizard and the barbarian was completely ridiculous. The tiny mephit looked over to his huge, hulking, earth elemental of a wife in disbelief. “For a reasonable fee, we can provide you with a completely bespoke creation in whomever's likeness you desire!”

“I was thinking…” Said Gale, who thought a bit too much for Tav sometimes, “We have enough coin to make a considered purchase, perhaps it would be a kind gesture to gift a statue to our brave, vampiric friend?” 

Tav glanced over to Astarion who was now in hysterics at the mime having to be comforted by some of the other circus performers.

“Right...”

“He has, after all, been through a tremendous amount of suffering, and throughout his decades of torture and islolation, has forgotten what he looks like.” Gale looked genuinely downcast at the thought of his friend’s ongoing trauma. “How poetic would it be, to gift him with a statue of himself. As pale and marbled as his own alabaster skin - complete with a face he will be able to gaze upon in place of the cruel void of an empty mirror.” 

“Yeah, sure.” Said Tav who had only been half listening. “I love poetry.”

“Excellent!” Gale clapped his hands together, evidently proud of himself for his empathetic use of wisdom “I’ll leave the coin with you, you are after all, a much more skilled negotiator than I!” He raised himself on his tiptoes and quickly pecked a kiss on the tip of Tav’s clown-red nose, before heading in the direction of an unimpressed looking Djinn. 

Tav waited until he was out of earshot before turning back to the merchant. “So, you’ll make me a statue.. Of whatever I want?”

“Of course!”

“Perfect.” Grinned Tav, in what they hoped was a friendly expression. In reality, their stretched, clown-painted smile was more intimidating than if they had offered their most murderous scowl. As such, they unintentionally managed to get a hefty discount and priority delivery as part of the deal. 

Tav handed over the coin, finished their candyfloss, and went over to join in the mime-baiting with Astarion. They were having an excellent day.

“TAV!” Gale’s voice was sharp with anger as it bounced off the walls of their quarters in the Elfsong Tavern.

“Yep!” said Tav, bounding over to where he was standing, where a delivery had just arrived.

“What in the hells is this?” Gale hissed.

“Oh great! It's here! They weren’t kidding when they said it would be quick” Tav’s eyes were wide with artistic appreciation. The statue was beautiful, crafted with such delicate intricacy it looked as though it was draped from silk rather than carved from rock. Tav could hardly believe that something sculpted from the unforgiving, stubborn hardness of marble could appear so soft. Looking at it, glowing in the gentle candlelight, they felt they could finally understand the deep, personal connection and enrichment of artistic skill and mortal interpretation. 

“Why is it of me?!”

“Oh, right.” Tav had forgotten they had completely ignored Gale's original plan. “Erm, I guess there must have been a mix-up” 

“Why is it nude?!!”

Tav grinned at him, delighting in the furious way his brow furrowed and lines of his face deepened. 

“All the most famous statues are, right?” Tav sighed in adoration as they looked back at the statue. “I like it.”

“Is that an accurate representation of the wizard’s penis?” Asked Lae’zel who had quietly appeared between them and made Gale jump. 

“Abso-fucking-lutely” Tav said with a grin, taking in Lae’zel’s impressed expression. “I love the circus.”

[kirain]

oh God I hope, those ‘how dare you pick Gale?!’ anons, don’t annoy you too much or sour Astarion for you. Both are great romances and I’m glad Gale gets some love as well.

Admittedly, Astarion fans have kind of been souring his character for me, but I'm trying very hard not to let that happen. My friend and I were actually talking about this yesterday, funny enough. She's an Astarion fan, but she admits the hateful energy people have for Gale is pretty hypocritical, because everything people hate about him also blatantly applies to Astarion. The insecurity, the emotional outbursts, the trauma, the arrogance—they're literally two sides of the same coin, and liking them shouldn't be a competition.

When I first met Astarion, we didn't really vibe, but I was content with his character ... until I started getting anons and comments on Tumblr, TikTok, Twitter, and YouTube from people bashing Gale; calling him an incel, possessive, selfish, etc., and all in comparison to Astarion, for some reason. It seems like every time I write a nice comment or analysis of Gale, I'm challenged by Astarion fans who berate me for liking Gale more. Or for romancing him at all. I've received the weirdest comments, from people saying Gale supposedly abused Mystra (even though he's the victim in an unfair power dynamic) to someone telling me his grooming "isn't a big deal" because he was probably in his late teens to early twenties the first time Mystra "slept" with him. 😕

Someone even told me he's like an alcoholic who can't stop drinking, and as someone who grew up with an alcoholic father, that's both insulting and completely incorrect. You can't just walk away from an addiction after one conversation, the way Gale can. I know it's just a game and normally I enjoy a good debate, but some of the comments I've received are downright feral, to the point that I'm hit with ad hominems and accusations. I like Gale, therefore I must be a horrible person, stupid, an incel-lover, a glutton for abuse, etc.

There are entire subreddits and YouTube videos dedicated to hating on Gale, as if he's the main villain of the game or something. And even more scary, some fans have taken their discourse to the actors directly. Apparently when Tim Downie was on Neil Newbon's podcast, people in the comments were calling him an incel and telling Neil not to give him a platform. Tim is just a nerdy British guy with a wife and kids, he probably doesn't even know what an "incel" is. Luckily the mods caught most of it and banned a lot of users, but the comments were getting spammed with Gale hate.

But I'm trying not to take it out on Astarion, as I know it's not really fair for me to do so. I also know this is probably just a vocal minority of vicious fans that don't represent the community as a whole. Plus, I think Neil Newbon did an incredible job and he seems like a genuinely nice person. I don't want to hate his character, especially since I know Astarion can change. In fact, I just finished his personal quest and found his little "thank you for saving me" speech to be quite sweet and heartfelt. And thank you for your kindness. You're the first person who's told me you enjoy both characters and that you appreciate both of their romances, so that restores some of my faith. ❤

[southernreaches]

copying @gallusneves with this kind of poll hehe :3

please feel free to do it too !! and tag me!! i wanna vote :D

@aeducanthaig @roseeway im only tagging you two because i'm a fag and i want you to see it. actually i don't think red has played any of these so red you're picking based on vibes. i will outline the vibes.

yrliet: you and me against the world, soulmates, completely different cultures of two people who were raised to hate each other finding solace and understanding in one another, asexual romance with a spiritual mental connection through meditation and the climax of the romance is hand holding, i have literally never been touched by or changed by a character as much as yrliet

gale: scholar with huge ego finds you promising and likes to teach you but complains about other students, grand gestures and grand displays of affection and love, would grant you godhood if you asked, would give you everything you have ever wanted if you only asked, intense low self worth and your love helps him heal... also if you become a mindflayer he is disgustingly down bad he's a freak. also hes so bad at flirting he will say hes horny in front of all ur friends while ur covered in blood and guts cuz he thinks u killing shit is hot. freak. also he proposes to you and hes totally cool with u saying no

sera: chaos gf who just wants to have fun and enjoy herself who wants things to be simple and easy to understand, while i hc everyone as autistic she's The Most autistic, shes a lesbian, she woofs at hot women, she had cookies ruined for her and she says she wants to make cookies a thing between you both 'us cookies' so she can like them again, she proposes to you and is so excited to be your wife, she throws bees at people, she beats the shit out of rich people, she is so sweet and is a MASSIVE inspiration for afhiri i won't lie

samara: very very similar to yrliet in a lot of ways, milf, says shes past the point in her life where she can love that her duty demands she not be distracted by it that she is too old to do this again blah blah a billion excuses but she clearly likes you!!, when you help her finish her duty and do as she has always wanted she finally feels like maybe she can be with you now and try it

there u go red i hope this helps. null if u think i described someone poorly i am so sorry i rushed

[mumms-the-word]

Dani & Gale's Wedding

Not to answer my own prompt list but I'm obsessed with them and I already have a bunch of this planned so LET'S FRICKIN' GO

Don't worry. Not only is it all under the cut for your sanity and convenience, but I'm making it a thread so you (and I) don't get overwhelmed. Plus it gives me more content throughout the week as I have another busy week ahead <3

But first, a quick summary!

Dani and Gale get married in a garden/park in Baldur's Gate in what can be described as a "relatively modest affair" (Gale's words) or "the best damn garden party this city has ever seen" (Dani's words). They were surrounded by family, friends, and former allies, as many as they could convince to join them, but the ceremony and reception were far from elaborate. Dani and Gale incorporated both Baldurian and Waterdhavian traditions, like Baldurian bard dances and Waterdhavian wedding rings, but ultimately they skipped out on a lot of traditions because they just wanted to have a fun ceremony/reception surrounded by their favorite people. They both were more interested in a ceremony that reflected love and commitment, and a bangin' reception where everyone was well-fed, well-entertained, and well-loved. Their wedding also ends up being like the bard-iest wedding ever because Dani knows so many bards and insists on using so many of their traditions (which I made up and are not actual dnd lore).

Details under the cut!

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Before the Wedding

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Wedding, or something else?

Dani had always considered marriage one of those idealistic things that only happen to madly in love people, or else it was a political arrangement. Her mother never married and her sort-of-foster-dad/mentor never remarried after his wife died, and she didn't expect to ever fall into a long-term romantic relationship. Gale changed all of that and the moment he proposed she realized she wanted nothing more in the world than to be his wife and officially become part of his family.

Proposal

Gale proposed to Dani, obviously! I've dabbled with the idea that maybe they had a different proposal than the one shown in the game, but I find that it works really well for them. I like the idea of them waking up the next morning after saving the city, and he says those lines, "I understand your purpose lies here, but I fear if I return to Waterdeep alone, my heart would remain here with you. And so, if you're at all amenable to the idea, I thought I could, perhaps, stay. There might even be room for two Dekarioses in Baldur's Gate?"

I love that it's a little informal, that he doesn't have a ring to give her, that all he's asking is that maybe there could be the two of them, a new clan of Dekarioses there in Baldur's Gate. Dani doesn't need all the bells and whistles, she just wants family all around her. So a sweet, informal proposal in the middle of an Elfsong Tavern room, well, it suits her just fine.

Bachelor/Bachelorette parties?

Dani absolutely has a hen do/bachelorette because her foster sister, Liara, positively insists. But it's less of a hen do and more like a party for Dani, her mom, and her Merry Rovers to celebrate together before she officially gets married, so it's not girls-only or anything. Shadowheart, Lae'zel, Astarion, and even Jahiera join for parts of it, and Dani desperately wishes Karlach and Wyll could be there, but otherwise it's a fun night of drinking, games, stories, and music for Dani and her bard family.

Gale gets a somewhat less chaotic stag do, which he probably prefers. If Wyll were around, Gale would have had a much wilder time (you know Wyll would be dragging Gale out for a traditional pub crawl like any former bachelor's best friend would do), but since he's not, he simply goes out for some drinks, planning on a relatively quiet night...until Shadowheart and Astarion find him and drag him over to join the Merry Rovers and Dani, officially turning their separate stag/hen dos into a mutual "celebrating the last days the two of us are not married" kind of event. Fun for all!

Pre-Ceremony Events

Gale does formally ask Maeva, Dani's mother, for her blessing, but it's mostly out of a sense of tradition. Maeva just laughs and says her blessing is only worth so much when Dani has such an independent streak, but she gives it willingly. Brann happens to also be there, and though he sometimes insists he doesn't have any "real" family ties to Dani (a lie that no one believes because he's basically her adopted/foster dad), he offers to bless their marriage too, if only as one bard to another. It's difficult to say who gets more teary-eyed during Brann's blessing, between the four of them in the room.

Dani also goes to meet Morena before the wedding, spending a few days in Waterdeep. She asks her and Tara if they're all right with her marrying Gale and she's a completely nervous wreck about it because she's convinced she won't measure up to Morena's standards, but she needn't worry. Morena is delighted with her (though a little sad that they're going to be living in Baldur's Gate and not Waterdeep).

It’s also customary (in my head) in both Waterdeep and Baldur’s Gate to send a letter, poem, or song to each other the night before the wedding (often hiring a bard to do so, so that everyone in the street can hear the declarations of love). Dani goes to stay with her mother for three days prior to the wedding so they can finish alterations on her dress, while Gale stays in his and Dani’s new home in the Lower City. Just as Gale is sitting in their upstairs bedroom, penning this romantic, elegant, beautiful poem to send to Dani using a mirror image of himself, she shows up outside his window in the street below with her fiddle, serenading him with a love song that is both sweet and cheeky, romantic and raunchy.

Gale is caught between a tiny bit of burning embarrassment (the whole street can hear her singing about, well, some specific physical features of his) and an even more burning desire to pull her upstairs and have his way with her, but she ends her song with a wink and a little blown kiss and then disappears (handy invisibility spell). Gale returns to his desk and resolves to edit his poem to be a bit more spicy before sending an illusion of himself to stand outside her mother’s house and recite it for all the world to hear. Dani thinks it’s the funniest and loveliest thing ever.

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Part 2 coming soon!

[thedeviltohisangel]

Cass definitely distracts John whenever she’s nearby— most of the time she doesn’t even mean to! Like he’ll be talking with a group of guys, then trail off and completely zone out watching Cass walk by. Like, I guarantee you Gale has had to playfully smack John upside the head to get him to focus a few times lol

So on brand because John Egan is a loverboy with bedroom eyes for that girl from the first moment he looks at her.

I HC all the time that Cass is actually quite oblivious to the effect she has on John. She is completely unaware of the way everyone notices his stares and the way he licks her lips when he sees her or the way he's been known to daze when looking at her.

It gets even worse when she is in her wife era. Because John is just staring at those rings on her finger and thinking yeah I fucking married the woman of my dreams and survived hell to be with her and she wants to be with me and chooses to love me every day. And when they double date with Marge and Gale, Marge is so in love with how in love they are. She watches John stare at Cass as she's laughing or talking or powdering her nose and she can see the absolute love and adoration in his eyes and knows that fire in there is all encompassing and there is nothing he wouldn't do for her.

BUT WHEN CASS IS IN HER MOM ERA?! That boy can't even think straight. Watching her feed their babies and kiss them and make the smile just with the sound her voice. He is also so heart eye over how much of a warrior is his wife is for carrying them and birthing him and giving him the honor to know these perfect little beings.

ON AN ANGSTY WISCONSIN FIGHT NOTE BECAUSE I CANT HELP MYSELF:

"I've got blood on my hands, Cass, and demons in my head. I don't want that stain on our kids. Your kids."

because he knows that cass is going to be the type of mother to right all the wrongs of her mother and she is going to be able hold them and comfort them and love them with a purity she has been dreaming of for so long. and he can't sleep from the nightmares and his head hurts all the time and the whiskey tastes too necessary and the cigarettes burn too quickly and he doesn't want that stain on the angels that he knows will come from her.

i have so many thoughts about john thinking cass is a perfect deity and the unrealistic expectations that brings and the pressure it puts on her and how he doesn't want to ruin the perfect image of her he has cultivated

[bcolfanfic]

the young veterns au thing you made was so endearing! do you have HCs in that au because now i need more

wahh thank you!!! i had fun making it...part of the fun being scrolling through callum turner pinterest but ah ah anyways. i do have HCs!

in my head curt does survive in this AU, he just gets some really gnarly injuries and goes home before the other guys- perhaps a leg or arm blown off. he makes the most of it though, and antagonizes the other guys with dark jokes about it. especially if it's his leg that he lost. noo curt don't call yourself a pirate noo get a normal prosthetic not a peg leg

also re: world building based on some very surface level googling in my mind they were all in afghanistan- and came home for good when the US pulled out of there, some of them before that. so in Modern Day 2024 they haven't been back for *that* long. (this is not a personal endorsement of the us involvement there to be very clear but like- there are only so many places for a modern au about young vets to get its background from. if i ever wrote this i'd actually be super interested in exploring the "we shouldn't have been there" side of things but ah i'll end that tangent there for now)

as you can kinda see in the gale's phone AU thing, poor bucky gets quite fucked up in the head. and gale wants to throw the useless VA guys who honestly making things worse through a wall on his behalf. that's gale's baby and it tears him apart that he can't just wave a magic wand and fix everything for him.

it messes him up the most at night and a part of the VA fuckery is when they're trying to get him seen by someone who can figure out how to help with his sleep. whether it's waking up from nightmares or not being able to fall asleep to begin with it's not good.

but he finds a lot of comfort in gale, and being in his arms. sometimes he just about rocks him to sleep- which he'd do forever and a day if bucky let him. he just loves him so much.

gale and bucky move back to wyoming when they're back in the US for good. it's home to gale, and he thinks it'll be good for bucky to be somewhere less chaotic. the other guys kinda spread out every which way, a couple of them going as far as wanting to fuck off from the united states for good and moving to europe. in my head that's what crosby and his wife do, and maybe rosie.

but they all keep in touch, how could they not- they love each other too much. they try to get everyone in the same room at least a few times a year. which is really chaos the more kids everyone has, but seeing their kiddos be buddies just like them makes the hassle to get everyone there worth it.

when bucky's PTSD is more under control and he's in a better place generally they adopt through a 'kids waiting in foster care' program. they briefly considered going the infant adoption route, but just felt more called to the alternative.

as many of the guys as possible fly out for their little daughter's official adoption day at the courthouse- and it's the best day of their lives. they're such good dads and how happy they are radiates off of them.

i have many more thoughts but this is already prob more than you wanted, LOL!

[druizard]

AMA

For Aislyn:

What is the significance of your facial tattoos? When did you know Gale was IT for you? What would Gale say is his fave quirk of Aislyn’s?

For Beetle:

What has been the most difficult part of the adventure for you? And then similarly for Aislyn, when did you know Rolan was the person you loved? And what is Rolan’s fave quirk of Beetle’s

Thank you so much for the questions, my friend!!! I got super carried away with these so I'll warn all of you right now, its a bit long and I tried to answer in their voices (as best as i can) instead of my own! Ya know, for fun. ^^;; But the Tavs are very eager to ramble on!! So without further ado...

Aislyn-

What is the significance of your facial tattoos?

My tattoos are actually enchanted so they still appear on my face in animal shape! To be honest, I picked the spots because I thought they would transfer well between forms. I also thought they went nicely with my freckles and would sort of suggest that my animal shape has freckles of her own!

When did you know Gale was IT for you?

I think it's safe to say I was charmed by Gale's charisma straight away, but I knew I was falling when he began to show just how big his heart was. Right away, he was volunteering to cook for us on the road, he started brushing up on his abjuration spells to support us all in battle, he was always eager to learn about my druid magic and my god, Silvanus, and he would always back me up in making choices for the greater good. When I really knew he was "IT" was when his past started catching up with him and the future presented him with choices that would tempt any man into ignoring the concerns of his lover. Instead of shutting me out, he took the time to talk to me and listened to every reason I had for my concerns, choosing a future together on the mortal plane, close to nature and our friends and family. That means the world to me.

What would Gale say is his fave quirk of Aislyn’s?

Gale-

Now, I know you had asked my lovely wife this next question, but I think you all know by now how much I do love to chatter!

There are bountiful quirks Aislyn possesses that do indeed warm my heart. The fact that she has to stop and talk to every animal we meet on the road, the way she can't help but snarl and growl when she's mad... Or how she gnaws on her flesh to scratch an itch instead of simply using her fingernails... My most favorite might just be when she rapidly sniffs behind my ears and in my hair after waking up or when I've been away for the day, nipping and whimpering like a lovesick wolf... Some may find it a bit odd, but I find her animal like quirks to be quite charming! She is peculiar in every way and it drives me just as wild as she is.

Beetle-

What has been the most difficult part of the adventure for you?

Our entire adventure to Baldur's Gate was difficult for me in so many ways. I hit my breaking point when we reached the Last Light Inn and found out what had happened to so many of our friends, what happened with Zevlor... After Rolan ran off to look for Cal & Lia, I found the bodies littered in the road and I lost all sense of balance. My Ki power was lost to me without being able to center myself, but how could I? I had gotten to know every one of those Tieflings and I had no idea if I would ever see my chosen family again. In an act of desperation, I gave into temptation and consumed every mindflayer tadpole I had collected since our journey began. They gave me the power I needed to regain my Ki and then some... But I am sure you can imagine how deeply I paid for this decision later on in my journey...

When did you know Rolan was the person you loved?

I did live with Cal, Lia and Rolan in Elturel for about two years before everything went to shit. I think during that time was when I started to fancy him. He was a bit shut off when Lia first invited me to live with them, but after some time, Rolan and I made a habit of talking every night. He was always far too preoccupied with his work and studies to really notice his own feelings for me until our lives started falling apart, though. Being forced to survive the hells together really brought the four of us closer and that's when I first noticed Rolan start to look at me in a different way... Anyways, my point is, we knew each other for a little while before my journey to Baldur's Gate really began.

I think, I realized I was in love when I had to go save his ass from shadow fiends. The entire time we were searching for him, all I could think about was every missed opportunity between us. How I couldn't see a my future without him in it. That night, after bringing him back to Last Light, to safety, was when we finally confessed our feelings and became inseparable.

What is Rolan's favorite quirk of Beetle's?

Rolan-

Must I? This is embarrassing.... What?? Gale did?? ....ugh, fine...

My bug-I MEAN, BEETLE... does this thing with her tail when she's particularly pensive. Her entire being could be deep in meditation, and her tail will still be darting about, scratching her itches or reaching out to me as I pass by. It is as if her subconscious mind is always in control of her tail.

I also, uhm... I guess I do also find it quite adorable when she sleeps so deeply she drools? It is less cute when we are running late in the morning and I have to thunderwave her out of bed, though...

Got any questions for Aislyn or Beetle? Send us an ask!

[fantasy-nerdddd]

Names for the adults

I saw a fanart of some of the D12 adults when they were young so I decided to make for each of them two pairs of names; one with meaning, one without much. The order is: Mrs Everdeen, Mr Everdeen, Mrs Mellark, Mr Mellark, Mrs. Undersee (Maysilee's twin)

Naomi, Fern (the guys are the reason their kids got the names they got in HC), Augusta, Phyl, Alaina. That was the easy one, now I have to explain why I chose each person, the second order will go from easier to find to harder to find.

Naan: Of course, that's Mr. Mellark. Naan bread is of course, bread, however I chose this specific name because Naan bread is easy to make. My HC says that Mr. Mellark was easy to manipulate and never talked back. That's because he was a genuinely good person (at least, that's what we're led to believe) and was living with a bitch. She could manipulate him all she wanted.

Nandina: That's Mrs. Mellark and I am very proud of that one. Nandina Domestica also has the nickname ''Firepower''. The two parts of the nickname speak for themselves, she definitely had some power over her family and she does have a fire, let alone that she works with it because she's a baker's wife. Sure, it's not the "If we burn, you burn with us" kind of fire but rather the (worse) "I'm fucked up enough to abuse my kids". But that's not all, Nandina Domestica is listed as toxic in some lists like Colorado state University's list. Honestly, half of the sources say that it's only toxic to animals while others say that the whole plant is also toxic to humans. Idk 🤷‍♀️.

Sylva: Mrs. Undersee is named Sylva and it is short for the plant Myosotis Sylvatica. Also known as forget-me-not. I think that's a bit obvious, I don't think she ever got over Maysilee's death. I don't blame her. I almost named Mrs. Everdeen as Sylva though, but I think the name I gave her is a bit more fitting.

Yarrow: That is Mrs. Everdeen. According to a bunch of sources including this post yarrow stood for everlasting love in the Victorian language of flowers. And I think that even though the name is not very feminine (come on, I was this close to naming Mr. Mellark Focaccia, I didn't want to use much time on his name) I used that for some reasons. First, her love with Mr. Everdeen (whose name I'm not proud of, sorry) was definitely everlasting, and second Yarrow has medicinal purposes as it was used to improve digestion by increasing the amounts of saliva and stomach acid.

Archie: Yeah, I'm sorry for that. Mr. Everdeen is kind of unoriginal. Except for the obvious nod to archer, Archie is I'm pretty sure an actual German name that means bold or brave (is anyone German here? If so, can you confirm/deny? I just saw it in a site and said okay). I think that after the 2nd Quarter Quell there tried to be uprisings, and this time 12 was an active part of it. And Mr. Everdeen was a part of it. In fact I think that Mr. Hawthorne might have too. Gale seems feisty enough. I have also seen a very interesting take on a fanfic were the reason Archie, Mr. Hawthorne and co died in the accident was to punish the people who tried to rebel and because of their association with Haymitch. Since almost everyone was a coalminer Snow just blew the mine up. The only merchant in the rebellion was Naan and he was punished by reaping his youngest (yes, it goes against his name a little, but I like it).

So yeah. That's my thoughts, feel free to help here. Also I wouldn't have a problem with a new name for Mr. Everdeen, I'd search more but right now it's 3:05 am. @lucysnow1106 I'm pretty sure that the fic I'm mentioning is from your bookmarks (yes, I did read the fics there that caught my interest) so maybe you remember the fanfic's name? Thank you!

[transquad]

Illithid Tav — romance epilogues

EDIT: This has only partially been updated with the Patch 5 party stuff and has nothing from any patch after that, I'll get around to it ... Someday

I am obsessed with the concept of a protagonist sacrificing their humanity for the greater good. That's why the free Orpheus + illithid player ending made me so fucking happy, up until Astarion decided to dump my ass in the last five seconds of the game, because he can't handle a few tentacles or whatever. It made me realize that as much as I like him, I really don't like his romance. It's just so much giving and so little receiving. I think my character deserves someone who can actually offer him a little love and support and reassurance every once in a while. Including (especially!) after he transforms into a squid man.

So I wanted to go into my second playthrough knowing which of these sluts would still love me if I was a worm.

Unfortunately I have not been able to actually find many variants of these scenes on Youtube. But from what I could find, this is how the epilogue scenes with romanced companions play out if the player character becomes a mind flayer:

• Astarion dumps you. Good Astarion says he is open to the idea of getting back together someday but he needs a break to process things. (Exactly what's going on in his head here is anyone's guess.) Evil Astarion thinks you're icky now and only wants you as a powerful ally.

PATCH 5 EDIT: Despite having six months to come to his senses, at the party Good Astarion seems pretty disinterested in getting back together with Tavflayer, something I'm never going to forgive him for.

• (Crownless) Gale fully accepts you. You fuck offscreen. He asks you to marry him. He even says he will find a caterer who does brains for your wedding. It's incredibly sweet.

• Halsin fully accepts you. You fuck offscreen. You are invited to his anprim commune with the caveat that he will need to introduce you to his followers carefully, for both your safety and their mental health.

• (Good) Shadowheart fully accepts you. You fuck offscreen. She wants to take some time to go on a quest to find herself / spend time with her parents, but you're welcome to go with her in disguise.

• Wyll certainly acts like he accepts you, but he basically makes you his secret attic wife in the name of protecting you, which is pretty fucked up, dude. Halsin & Shadowheart are also very concerned about your safety and have the same impulse to hide you away, but it's easy enough to convince them that you'll be fine. Not Wyll, apparently. (What the hell, man?)

EDIT: If you don't get this dialogue because one or both of you go to Avernus with Karlach, then he is normal about everything at the party.

• I don't think Karlach gets a normal epilogue scene if she isn't a mind flayer. No clue what changes in the dialogue that she does have if you're the mind flayer.

• I don't think Lae'zel gets a normal epilogue scene if she returns to the Astral plane, which I believe she always does if you're a mind flayer. Yeah, she dumps you even after you sacrifice yourself for Orpheus. Sad! However. I saw someone say in a Youtube comment that if you are (were) also githyanki then you can go with her, even if you're a mind flayer now. So if that's accurate, I guess that's the exception?

• EDIT: Good news! Minthara is also a squid fucker.

Glaringly, none of these scenes acknowledge that Disguise Self is a spell that exists, and it's unclear how different they would be if they did.

If you know something I don't know, especially if you have proof in screenshots or videos, please let me know so I can update these notes. I have become very invested in finding out which of these clowns are squid fuckers.

[shopcat]

i have a very specific situation in my head i've gone over a lot that is like... bob from bob's burgers is both canonically bisexual and deeply in love with his wife. both of these statements are true and don't contradict ☝️. they also would never cheat on each other or have an actual open relationship as much as "aw i love susan..." (bob's imaginary second wife the kids made up) and bob "dating" gale was funny and indicative of them being securely in love BUT i do think there's potential for some sort of weird pseudo half-date just for fun situation like maybe one of those gimmicky rent a boyfriend services (but the GIMMICKY ones like that dumbass netflix movie mostly bc well first of all sex & relationship work isn't a silly jokey joke but also every character in this show is Stupid and it'd end up being some sort of mickey-type guy who mostly gets hired as a boyfriend around the holiday season to make people's homophobic parents mad or w/e) and linda makes him go on a date because she thinks it'd be good for him. and he hates every second of it.

like bob goes lin i think i'm bisexual and she's like i know bob and he's like what what do you mean you know and she's like you tell me every two years it's biANNUAL at this point and he's like no i don't do that i think i would remember telling you i'm not straight and she's like whenever you drink too many white russians you talk about how you had a crush on the lifeguard when you were 15 and how good his sexy lifeguard pecs looked and bob would be like oh my god. well damien was really hot but he was out of my league. and he was like in college. and linda's like well i bet you wanted HIM to kiss your boo-boos better didn't ya. blow his whistle a little. and bob's like you think i wanted to DROWN just so he'd kind of kiss me and she's like nooo... you'd pretend a little... and he's like right. i'd pretend to get water in my lungs and die.

[lamialamia]

Mota ep 2 rewatch thoughts

So, I know i'm late. Really want to do this last week but everything got super hectic >"<

But here i am doing it xD better late than never right? funny tidbit, I rewatched this episode on the place and ho boy. When the flak starts coming in my plan also went through turbulence and it was an... immersive experience alright.

This is actually a really really good episode. It actually has so many many good scenes. The iconic verbal and non-verbal sparring with the RAF guys. "Heavy petting over your end" damn brits why you gotta be homophobic like that?

Bucky not dealing well with grief. He's drinking, he want to feel hurt, he letting his emotion running rampant. Holding things in just isn't Bucky's style. Good or bad emotion he want to dive into them and his red flag is how unwilling Bucky is in controlling them. Of course, an absolute contrast to his boy bestfriend who never ever let control slip away.

Iconic scene of Crosby's puke in the helmet made him think he got hit lmaooo and then the friendship with Bubbles compels me so much. They were besties. They were meant to stay together forever being navigators power house of the 100th. Crosby saying Bubbles is a genius to the brass? 🥹🥹

The bike race scene? Still good. Then the scene of TwoBucks looking at the flak and Gale casually mentioning his father's vices... vices that are exactly Buckys as well? Crazy crazy crazy madness ahjdkahjkfds

Talking about Gale's father. I think it was actually a good idea to have him never mention this ever again. It actually emphasizes how closely he held this info to his heart. Not to mention, the way he talks about his father like the man is dead. On first watch, I really thought he was dead and gone... but he isn't? Gale's father is walking around out there but he's dead to his son? Who replaces him with Bucky?

Anyway I love that Gale has daddy problems.

However, I don't like the dialogue where Bucky says: "So that's why you don't like sport." It's a bad choice to have your character saying the core of the problem out loud. We can infer that stuff. This is like the writers think the audience can't catch the implication of Gale's story at all and have to spell it out to us. Another strike in the "tell instead of show" problem that haunt this show.

Me when Croz mentioned his wife: 😬🙄🙄😒😒😑

[not-so-lost-after-all]

This was a catastrophy...

It started as a joke, though. She told Astarion about Halsin's proposal with a good-natured shake of her head. He started laughing, his usual thetrical self. “He just can't shut up about the freedoms of nature. Darling, you can have as much Halsin as you want.”

There was cold wave all across her body. She stopped her steps, inclining her head and met his eyes. “Is that so?” she said, casually for now.

“Well, if you'd like me to join in, that would indeed cross the line,” he frowned a little. “But I must ask, is that because... you know... we haven't in a while.”

“Gods, give me strenght,” she gritted her teeth.

(Shadowheart chuckled. “I just wonder what exactly you try to achieve here. You want to turn him into someone who can understand how people actually care about each other sometimes? Someone who won't get stabbed within a week on his own? He won't change. Most likely even can't anymore.")

Suddenly the bile inside was on her tongue, overflowing. Esipre was so tired and even viciously glad she didn't care if the words are cutting anymore. “Of course it is, what other reason could I possibly have to go with him? And I don't ask for any permission.”

His eyes widened. Oh, that hurt. It was easy to be mean to him. Cruel, even. “Then have fun, I suppose, my dear.” There was tremor in his voice he didn't bother to hide. No mockery followed, now that was something. But she was not in the mood to coddle him, hug him or kiss him.

“It was never my intention to sleep with him. I told him no because I know it would sting you no matter what you say. I understand why I gave you the impression but you should have known me better by now. You never listen or ask, you only want.”

She never saw her own reflection in his eyes, she only seemed reborn in them in a twisted form. She hardly recognized herself whenever he depicted her character. And yet, wasn't there a grain of beastly truth in his words?

He whispered her name and she knew if she stops for a moment, it would pierce through her heart again.

“I'm not done here. I thought that in recent weeks, I gave you enough to earn if not love, then at least your trust. My blood, protection, warm body during the night, the truth about your scars, the way back to our city - why wasn't it enough? Gods above, anyone else in our merry band would be less demanding and more giving.”

(“That's wonderful lets get married and have kids look, Gale. But I'm afraid you're looking in the wrong direction.”)

And then, the ace from her pocket. “If you think so low of me, then perhaps you also think that if it was Cazador with us instead of you and told me about his sad story, I would spread my legs and offer my neck to him too?”

Astarion took a step back with a jerk. “Don't say that, don't you ever joke about that,” he hissed with both anger and frustrated hurt.

She went way too far, she knew. Esipre closed her eyes for a few beats of her racing heart. It helped. She was a leader, not someone's bitter neglected wife, dammit.

“I'm sorry, that was a low blow. But I'm scared and tired too, you know,” she finished with hollow voice. With a wave of her hand, she left. Mercifully, he didn't follow her.

---

This was a catastrophy...

He simply tried to not stand in her way, to please her, to make her stick around. Now he wondered whether she returned to Halsin or not. It was already dark, everybody already resting at the inn, only Esipre was missing. He found her outside, hunched by the fire, cross-legged and with a bottle of wine. She was so small and perhaps for the first time he noticed the toll this little adventure was taking on her.

“May I?” he started.

“I'm afraid I would be no fun tonight. Perhaps go talk with Lae'zel about our glorious slaughter today? Flirt with Wyll maybe? Whatever. I already told you...”

“That you're going to help me. Yes, you repeated it several times already. I'd rather be sulking in your company if I may.”

He didn't wait for the answer. He quickly found himself with his head in her lap. Like some tamed wolf, he thought. Perhaps that's fitting and strangely he doesn't even mind. Esipre looked at him in displeasure and pressed her lips together but didn't stop him or yell at him.

“Please be patient, you know I'm still learning. If you want me to ask something, I wouldn't even know where to start.”

She laid one hand on his chest but barely met his eyes. “Fine,” he sighed. “Why are you here and not inside with the others?”

“It was wonderful here, without any words. Inside... Everyone wants a piece.”

“And I want the biggest piece of you, of course, until there's nothing left. Why?”

She took a sharp breath and then the words came like a flood. She never was lady enough for her noble mother, savvy enough for her noble father, a piece of furniture for her step mother. Even on the streets she got herself almost killed several times and the few times she sold her body she was so miserable she made the others miserable too. Not good enough of a wizard, never had the time and money before. Not good enough of a friend to not sell her companions to the law or lowlives several times to save her own skin. Never enough. She wanted to not fail everyone just for once. “See, you're not the only one wearing a mask.”

“You're doing great job, darling. Barely any of us died so far. Some of us are even better off now. You've grown so much and maybe you should trust our companions that they know what they're doing when they decided to follow you.” He grinned widely. “Am I doing it correctly?”

She laughed and nodded. There was that light in her eyes again.

“Anyway, whatever happens, I want to thank you for that look. You always brighten up when you stare at me. Nobody ever looked at me like this. I... just wanted you to know that,” he kissed her wrist reverently

Perhaps, just for once, gods actually sent him a blessing.

[megidonitram]

My stupid little Baldur's Gate 3 English Professor AU Headcanons

I mostly want an excuse to puzzle out people's qualifications and educational backgrounds for my silly little English Department AU

Astarion

Astarion has just always given me overwhelming "sensitive little gay child who had his spirit crushed by his wealthy conservative family" vibes. He has a pre-law Bachelor of English because that was the only socially acceptable way he could get a humanities degree. He had a breakdown in law school and switched to a history M.A. behind his father's back. After that, he sort of aimlessly collected upper-level degrees for a while because he didn't know how to do anything other than be a student. He eventually settled on a Ph.D. in comparative literature.

He mainly teaches upper-level courses (because he scares the freshmen away). His specialty is in British and European literature, and he sort of begrudges having to teach American lit (despite teaching at an American university). He's a tough grader, but he's technically the more accessible lit professor for non-English majors because he teaches with a historical/informational approach rather than a stylistic approach.

Gale

Gale went into college at age 18, thinking he was going to get a creative writing degree and become a famous fantasy author until one of his faculty advisors gently suggested he take a few technical writing courses, and he fell in love with rhetoric and the more analytical side of the English field. He worked as a student employee in his university's library, where he caught the eye of his supervisor, who helped him get into a Library Science program straight out of undergrad. That same supervisor became his mentoring professor, and then they got engaged suspiciously quickly after Gale got out of grad school. When that relationship fell apart, Gale couldn't really stay in the library field, so he went back to school and got a Ph.D. in rhetoric and technical communications.

He's the newest hire, so he's mostly stuck teaching the intro comps and the non-English department English classes (since writing, business writing, etc.) The only upper levels he teaches are grammar and style-focused. He's the only member of the faculty with a tech-writing background, so he is the most well-liked English professor among the STEM folks.

Shadowheart

I'm not really positive what Shadowheart would have done pre-grad school. She's the second most senior member of the department (behind Astarion), and I feel like she'd been in and out of a lot of toxic queer group living situations for most of her life. Her wife's a philosophy professor at a different university, and she ended up with a master's in poetry and a Ph.D. in contemporary literature because that university had a really good family scholarship program.

She handles the other half of the literature courses and upper-level creative writing courses. She's very big into the stylistic approach to teaching writing and literature, and she's known for assigning very strange, almost inscrutable readings (think starting with Sam Becket's Endgame and just getting weirder from there).

Karlach

Karlach actually doesn't have a Ph.D., and she's not interested in teaching college full-time. She's a middle school ELA teacher who took a position teaching intro courses so someone would help comp her master's degree. She hangs around teaching one or two classes a semester to have a little bit of extra money on the side.

She teaches intro comps and intro creative writing. She is a very warm and nurturing presence in the writing classroom, and she's incredibly beloved among students who've taken her classes.

Wyll

Wyll is a senior undergrad working on an English degree with a secondary certificate. He is captain of the fencing team and wants to be a high school teacher when he graduates. He's generally very much beloved by all of the English faculty, but especially Karlach.

He's probably going to end up with a teaching position at the same school as Karlach when he graduates, which would make teaching in middle school this AU's version of being in hell.

Lae'zel

Lae'zel's also a senior undergrad and a massive overachiever. She plays several sports, is double majoring in sports medicine and sports communication, minoring in English, and works part-time. She wants to be a sports journalist, but everyone around her is kind of quietly convinced that she's going to end up being one absolute bulldog of a street reporter.

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate fanfiction - Part 2

Chapter 11 - Last chapter before part 3

The crickets are singing out underneath the evening sky as Gale and I lie peacefully in our bed. I can feel the lingering of the full moon, absorbing the energy held within it as we are wrapped within each other’s company. He’s holding Jenevelle, keeping her close to him as she stares into the pools of his chocolate eyes. It’s very obvious he doesn’t want to put our baby down, but I can’t blame him since he was gone for awhile.

“Emmy…” Gale’s gaze is intense as our eyes lock with one another. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you, but being gone that long without you confirmed just how much I actually love you. An adventure without my silly, upbeat, adorable, and powerful wife is an adventure I never want to do again.” He gently pats Jenevelle on the back as she lays quietly on his chest, then releases a loud belch. “Oof, that was a loud one.” I chuckle and reach out to hold my husband’s hand that lies on our baby’s back.

“I’m just glad it all worked out and everyone made it back alright. While I enjoyed time with our daughter and having Shadowheart around, it felt empty without you. You defeated those repugnant murderers who would have ended up killing more people than they already did. I’m so sorry you had to end the suffering of that dragonborn, but…she’s at peace now,” I reassure him.

“We didn’t want to kill her. Gods, it was such a heartbreaking decision to make. She…begged for it. She was being used to reproduce, and who knows how frequently she was being used. Multiple times a week? A day? I can’t even fathom.”

“I’m so hoping there will be no more of that terror.” Don’t get me wrong, there will always be evil Bhaal worshippers looking to please their murder lord. However, from what it sounds like, the ones rampaging and using that poor dragonborn are dead and maybe Baldur’s Gate will be restored once more. Gale kisses the side of my head gently, then we both stare at our sleeping daughter who is the least bit bothered, slumbering in peace.

Early morning makes a grand entrance and I notice Gale is heavily asleep, so I quietly tiptoe out of our bed to check on Jenevelle, who is asleep in her crib. What am I to do? Why am I up so early? Why can I not stay asleep? Probably because happiness is overflowing within me. Joy. Peace. I probably shouldn’t get used to this, which is a sad reality, just in case chaos wants to disrupt our lives to the highest degree again.

I open the door leading to the balcony, taking in the exquisite beauty of the dawn. A beautiful topaz yellow aura is ascending into the sky, and I notice waves of light glistening within the ocean waters ahead of me. I hear the singing of birds in the trees, and smell the delectable scent of fruits and vegetables growing from our garden. I head outside to check our mail and notice a letter from Gale’s mother. I pick up the piece of paper, unfolding it to read what it says:

‘My Dearest Gale,

I am so sorry I haven’t written to you in over a month. That’s unacceptable on my part. I hope you and your darling family are continuing to flourish and you aren’t summoning anything too close to my grandbaby. I’m drinking tea with Withers right now and he said you went to destroy the Bhaal cult? Are you nuts?! Son! He also mentioned you are immortal? He’s telling me all of this wild information as I sit here drinking my hibiscus honey tea and writing this letter. I love you, my boy, but danger loves to meet you. Tell Emmy I love her too, and I’d love to see you all sometime soon. I miss my grandbaby. And one last thing, dear: please quit getting into trouble.

Love,

Mother.’

I smile as I fold up the letter and meander quietly into the bedroom, placing the letter on his bedside. However, Gale wakes up and catches me in the act.

“Good morning – wait, you’re up before me?” he asks, tilting his head to the right with a bewildered expression on his face. “Are you alright?”

“I’m perfectly content, my love. I wanted to get up and enjoy the morning sunrise. Here, your mother wrote you a letter.” He smiles enthusiastically as he takes the letter from my hand and opens it up to read the contents within.

“Oh, mother. Sounds like Withers loves to gossip and tell her literally everything. No matter. We will need to arrange a time to see her.”

“Agreed. She is such a joy to have around.” I crawl back in bed for a moment to snuggle Gale amorously, thankful and forever blessed to be with him. Tonight, we are having a get-together with our friends here at the tower. Yes, I love how frequently we get together. Might as well enjoy it while we can, considering our friends – besides Astarion – are mortal. Plus, none of us are opposed to barbecue and a little alcohol…except maybe Halsin. Maybe Lae’zel will show up too.

The rest of the day entails harvesting the garden so we have fresh vegetables for our big dinner tonight, and Gale going over his studies before teaching at Blackstaff tomorrow, which lucky for us being immortal, we can’t get tired, though I’m not sure how our mental capacity will be after drinking a little too much. Me? I plan on at least having two glasses of wine tonight.

After a calm day of pursuing our hobbies and work-related duties, as well as taking care of Jenevelle, it’s finally time for a nice evening with friends. I’m dressed in my comfortable pink jumpsuit and white shoes, feeling casual but it also shows that I at least tried to dress up.

“Are you sure I look acceptable?” Gale asks, observing himself in the mirror and trying to decide if navy blue is his color. I absolutely believe it is.

“It’s a casual gathering with friends, my love. Don’t fret. You look as handsome as ever.” He smiles and gently grabs my hands within his.

“And you…you are breathtaking. More exotic than anything I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’d rather gaze into your eyes than admire the stars in the Astral Planes. The stars and skies will never compare to you.” My cheeks flush a bright crimson as I try to hide my face so he can’t see me blush; after all this time, he still makes me feel this way.

“Geez, I wish I was good with words,” I murmur as I brush my hair out of my face. He chuckles and places his lips on mine, while his hand is under my chin. Gods dammit, I can’t be getting aroused right now, stop it.

“You are perfect the way you are, baby. Now, our friends are almost here. Shall we go downstairs?” I pick up Jenevelle from her playpen, gently bouncing her in my arms as I kiss her on the forehead. Gale put her in a beautiful white dress that was given to us by his mother. “Could I hold her for a moment before Karlach takes her away like she enjoys doing?” I laugh as I hand her to him, realizing that’s more than true. She has a connection with Jenevelle that I adore, which is wonderful; she is auntie Karlach after all. Gale smiles at our daughter as he holds her, her sweet little coos making me smile as well. I absolutely love her so much, but anyone could tell that she’s wrapped around Gale’s finger.

We make our way downstairs to open the front door, noticing our friends have made their arrival for a fun and eventful night, including some we haven’t seen in ages: Cal, Lia, and Rolan.

“Barbecue time? Barbecue time,” Karlach cheers, hopping around from side to side. “Since I play well with fire, I’ll get the grill going.”

“Sorry, my dear friend, I beat you to it. I started it as soon as I arrived, just a hair before you did,” Halsin assures her, and her expression immediately shifts from excitement to disappointment.

“Ugh, fine. Gale, you know what to do.” Gale rolls his eyes and hands Jenevelle over to our eccentric tiefling friend. He then turns to face me and places his hands on my waist, pulling me close to his body. I bite my bottom lip, anticipating for him to kiss me as we stare intimately into each other’s eyes.

“Now you’re all mine,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss me but a loud knock on the door interrupts. “Come in!” To our surprise, Lae’zel and her son show up, and it puts a smile on my face. Before we make contact with her, he plants his lips on my face, filling me up with an erotic fire.

“Well, you’ll be all mine later tonight. For now, I’m going to help Halsin with the food outside,” he adds. I smile as I watch him walk away and head to the living area to converse with our amazing friends.

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Something I've been thinking about lately is how Gale's always painted to be the bad guy when it comes to her relationship with Dewey. I absolutely love Dewey and quite frankly I didn't like Gale until "Scream 3" but the way he treats her is actually kind of crazy. Anyway, here's another one of my little rants...

Their relationship somewhat starts in the first film but other than them flirting and kissing once, not much really happens so let's skip over to "Scream 2." In the second movie, we learn Gale writes something about Dewey he isn't particularly fond of in her book. This is the only instance were she is at fault. To be fair though, like I already mentioned, their relationship barley started in the first movie. It isn't until the second movie that her feeling for him actually expand past flirting/crushing. This is proven when she leaves her news report to ride with Dewey to the hospital, something she didn't care to do in the first movie.

In the third movie we learn that they've broken up. Gale cared enough to stay with him until he was better but she very clearly wasn't happy in Woodsboro and she loves what she does for a living. Dewey just makes her out to be this monster because she won't drop what she's doing to live in Woodsboro with him. He made no effort to make any sacrifices to make their relationship work, he wanted her to make them all. After all that, he ends up leaving Woodsboro anyway for his job, something he couldn't do for someone he supposedly loves.

In "Scream 4," they've surprisingly been married for ten years. Gale is struggling to write because she's stuck in a small town with not much going on and we already know she's not a fan of the place from "Scream 3" as she mentions "I couldn't stay there. It's like dog years. One year in Woodsboro's like seven anywhere else." She been there for ten/eleven years. She really sacrificed so much for this man and he never appreciated it. On top of all that, throughout the movie he doesn't listen to a damn thing she has to say. I do understand since he's the sheriff he can't put someone else in danger, especially his wife, but it doesn't come off that way.

"Scream V" reveals that they're divorced. Reason being, Gale finally got her big break and Dewey couldn't do for her what she did for him. Gale stayed in that shitty ass town for at least ten years and I imagine they stayed there a little longer after the events of "Scream 4." Dewey tried for two months. TWO FUCKING MONTHS. He really cared about this town full of murders more than the woman he supposedly loves. She always showed so much compassion for him and really tried to make it work. All he did was cry and whine that she didn't want to do things his way.

However, I will say Gale moved on a little quickly after Dewey died for my liking. But we also don't know how long she's been with Brooks. I guess there's a possibility they were dating in the fifth film but I feel like that's something Dewey would have known about and been even more hurt by.