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Something very self-indulgent

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Not sure about anyone else but I re-read all my favourite AO3 comments when I’ve had a rough day so if you’ve ever taken the time to write a deep, funny, or just kind comment, thank-you.

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Bliss

Full body line art commission from patreon

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WE’RE BACK BAYBEE

In which Gale grovels like he's the one who won that BAFTA. Will it be enough?

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The face of a man who would desperately like to kiss you, if only he could.

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Sunday Spice Dump 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

Creator; destroyer.

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MYSTRA COULD NEVER...

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MAKE

HIM

SWEAT

LIKE

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You can't make me

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what i've learned from my attempts to be more active in discords and other online communities is you just have to show up and participate in conversation and even if youre a little annoying or awkward eventually people will grow a fondness to you out of familiarity alone

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boo

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my body's a zombie for you

Gale x f!Tav 1.7k words Mature AO3 Link

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Horror Movies

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Gale and Poppy have been together for a few months at this point, having forged the beginnings of their relationship in the onset of spring and the honeymoon phase holding strong through the stifling heat of summer. Now, fall is upon them and more specifically October. Poppy has not hidden her great love for horror films and had described to Gale on one of their earlier dates how she loves to watch a different horror movie every day that month. Now that the momentous month is upon them, combined with the fact that they spend nearly all of their free time together, it seemed like a no-brainer that Gale would join her for at least most of these viewings if not all of them.

When she had originally brought this up with him back in September, she asked him if there was any particular kind of horror that Gale absolutely did not want to watch. To his slight embarrassment, he revealed to her that he hasn’t seen many horror movies at all and isn’t quite sure of what he does and doesn’t like. Her eyes lit up at the realization that she gets to be his guide into the world of horror and immediately started organizing a list of movies to watch.

Poppy is ecstatic for this plan, updating her list of movies for the month to feature more of her favorites so as to be able to share those parts of her with him, with a few ones new to her and outright classics sprinkled in. She shows him the list and there’s a few he’s seen, Shaun Of The Dead he watched with some mates during his undergrad but doesn’t remember a lick of it and Silence of the Lambs was high-profile enough where he had watched it at some point in his life, but the rest of the list was new to him entirely.

She was shocked to find that he hasn’t seen Alien and was resolute in the decision that this would be their first to watch. This was possibly the best place to start, the fantasy of it all far away enough from the science he is so familiar with that it did not take him out of it, and he found himself growing excited for the other options on the list.

Gale is eased in with older classics like Nosferatu of which he now has a great appreciation as well as The Mummy. But it’s The Thing that gets to him, Gale now finding that he doesn’t like gore, not at all. He thought it was possibly the fact that it was the animals getting hurt that got to him, but seeing the violence spread to the humans in the research station raises his blood pressure more than he thought it would. 

“Everything alright?”

Her voice cuts over the movie and Gale’s head shoots around to look at her, finding her eyes alight with worry.

“Ah,” he starts, wanting to find the right words. She had expressed how much she loves this movie, and he wants to finish it, but if the rest of the movie is like this…no. He must hold strong. “Everything’s fine, do not worry my love. It’s quite good, that scene just took me by surprise.” A half-lie, but he hopes she believes him. He doesn’t want to disappoint her; he will push through this for her.

Push is the operative word here as Gale tries his darndest to keep it together. However, like in other settings, Gale finds he is vocal in his displeasure at these scenes: hissing and exclaiming when he’s taken by surprise, covering his eyes many times throughout the movie.

Poppy says nothing after the first of these, instead scooting over to tuck herself under one of his arms so she can lay her head on his chest. Her closeness is reassuring and grounding. Gale looks to her throughout the movie to see if she’s put off by his reactions but if she is she gives nothing away. If anything, she soothes him more the harsher his reactions get; a leg slung over his here, her hand rubbing circles into his chest there, or squeezing his hand at the most stressful bits, allowing him to squeeze back. 

Gale stays at Poppy’s tonight and while they don’t often watch TV in her bedroom, especially right before bed, she turns on The Great British Bakeoff without preamble. He finds that he’s still anxious even though the movie is long over, but the soothing pace of the show plus Poppy draped over him grounds him and helps him fall asleep. 

If only Mary Berry could save him in his dreams. He finds himself in a nightmare inspired by the movie they watched that night, Gale trapped on the Antarctic station not knowing who to trust. Poppy runs up to him– she’s on the station too–and she’s panicking, eyes wide with fear and clutching at his shirt.

He can’t hear her, his ears are ringing and he’s dizzy, but he has enough wherewithal to pull her down the hall to safety as she’s obviously running from something. Gale pulls her into a room and goes to comfort her more, but they’re not alone. A shadowy-faced scientist stalks up behind Poppy and tears her apart right in front of him.

His skin is damp and freezing when he awakens with a jolt, his heart feeling like it will explode in his chest. Gale reaches an arm out to his side, looking for Poppy, but her side’s blankets are pulled up and away—she isn’t here. Sitting up, he begs his eyes to adjust to the dark room but he still does not find her. It’s as he’s pulling the blankets off of him and setting his feet on the rug that he hears footsteps and starts as Poppy enters the room drinking a glass of water. 

A gasp rips itself from his throat as he slumps his head, breaking into sobs of relief. He hears the padding of her stockinged feet as she rushes to him followed by the thump of the glass on the nightstand. Her chilled hands pull his own away from his face and push his shoulders back as she climbs into his lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Gale latches onto her, his face pressed so close to her neck he can feel the rhythm of her heartbeat against his lips. The weight of her in his lap is the sweetest remedy, feeling her so very alive pressed against him is simultaneously soothing and igniting. 

His hands scrabble under her sleep shirt, an old Blackstaff University shirt she stole from him ages ago, kneading at her soft skin. He marks her with scorching kisses up her neck until he’s captured her mouth in a spellbinding kiss while his hands tug on the shirt to reveal her body to him, with only the glow of the moon filtering through the curtains to light his way. Pulling her down onto the bed, he finds her heat quickly and worships her, reminding himself with every caress, every lick, every thrust that she is here, here, here.

Once she has fallen apart for him four times, once he is no longer covered in a cold sweat but is warm and loved and reassured, he cleans the two of them quickly so he can return to her. The rest of his sleep tonight is dreamless and when he awakens he finds himself in the same position they fell asleep in—Gale pressed against her back as if they were made for each other.

The next night they’re at his place, and Gale is convinced that Poppy has changed the list for him. His memory is quite good and he does not recall Suspiria being so high up on the list, but he mentions nothing as he settles in next to her on the couch, Poppy preemptively cuddling against him as she sets up the movie. Italian art house surrealist horror? Color him intrigued.

He finds he doesn’t mind tension he doesn’t mind one bit, and the lack of coherent plot in the movie doesn’t bother him as much as he thought it would as the soundtrack and set design draws his mind instead. He finds himself breathing a sigh of relief once the movie is over, no gore to bother him. 

The rest of the month passes as such, Poppy’s selection containing more paranormal, sci-fi, and psychological horror than gore. On Halloween, Gale finds himself at Poppy’s to give out candy while they watch The Addams Family, a more lighthearted way to end the month of movies. Poppy helped him with his costume and tonight they answer the door as Han Solo and Princess Leia, passing out candy to the adorable children that stomp up her front steps.

It’s once the bowl is empty and Poppy turns off the front porch light that Gale shuts the door behind her and pulls her in for a searing kiss, the body-skimming white dress having tempted him all night. He plants kisses all over her face, drawing out a peal of giggles when he says, “Why do I have a feeling that you altered the movie list this month, my love?”

Her lips find his before she answers and Gale has a hard time letting go, but he allows it, wishing to hear her answer. She sighs, “The Thing shook you so much, and then you didn’t say anything about it afterwards. I figured it was best if I just took out the worst offenders on the rest of the list–The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Evil Dead probably wouldn’t have gone over well.”

Gale sighs as well, hugging her tighter and kissing her just below her ear. “I’m sorry I didn’t speak up, but it warms me to think that you’re so attuned to me. You can read me like a book, can’t you?”

“You’re my favorite book, Gale Dekarios. Now, you stay out here while I change into my second costume.”

“A second one? It’s late, the trick-or-treaters have all gone home, my stars,” Gale puzzles.

“Oh, this is a treat for you,” she purrs. “Wait for me to call you back, my scruffy-looking nerf-herder. You’re going to love this.”

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Happy Boop-o-Ween, Tumblr~

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THE DARK URGE IS HAPPENING AGAIN

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Post break up Gale

I like to imagine between the pain from the orb and stress dreams he doesn’t sleep much

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Gale has a heart to heart with Dotty’s cousin. I don’t think Reggie likes Gale much, but he does love his cousin

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OHMYGOD 😭✨💜

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