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wizard on wizard bullying

based on my own fight with whats his nuts

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You can't cast a shadow without some light 🌙

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waterdeep woes 🌌

comms are currently open! 🔅

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Te Curo

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After story

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In this house we let the wizard yap

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These 4 again

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Not a single shot missed, magic missiles right into my heart

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sort of obsessed with his slutty casting moves tbh

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My hate/love

Side note: Brilliant, very fitting song

I knew Astarion's character ark before touching any BG3 related content.

And then, last night, this happened.

Side note: Brilliant, very fitting song

The way he presents himself, the way he talks and how Neil so breathtakingly perfect voiced these lines.

Just exchanging the first words, the very first encounter was enough to know where this would lead.

I could hear the high pitch of deceit, the shallow laughter and see it in the perfect facial animations. The pain he carries, the trauma deeply edged into his soul (and body but, of course, I was not aware at the time).

I have known (and surrounded myself with) people like him all my life: tortured, broken, deeply traumatized.

People using their beauty and wits to mask their own pain and/or insecurities.

They usually do not last because - unlike Astarion - they do not let people in.

And I despised him. So deeply.

He was the representation of a lot of broken hearts, a lot of disappointment.

I told my partner how deeply Neil's work touched me (Don't touch me) because he did such a brilliant job. He was curious, wondering was I was talking about until I explained my analysis to him.

Because I knew exactly where it would lead if I let my Tav romance him.

I could already see the path unfolding, the shadows it would cast, and the fragments of his story it would unveil. I knew the truth that lay hidden behind the charm.

The veil that, once lifted, would expose the precipice of his pain, raw and unyielding and knowing myself, I would not be able to retreat.

Kudos to Stephen Rooney for bringing this deeply traumatized person to "life".

Yes, I am aware this is computer game

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be with you in a moment...

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Mia and Gale for @senualothbrok ❤️

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"Your bodies and minds weave together in a masterpiece of intimacy. Never have you felt such wonder, such love... as vast as the universe itself, and just as heavenly."

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Dad!Gale AU Bakes a Cake for You (Gender Neutral)

This is some good, old fashioned fluff at the request of a Redditor! Enjoy! Read on Ao3 Summary: AU Professor!Gale and you have a daughter, and he and your daughter Ruby (short for Rhubarb - yes, I love the name, whatever sue me :P) are whipping up a delicious surprise for your birthday. Gender Neutral You!Professor

Gale groaned as the tiny arms and body wrapped over him, shaking him by the shoulders. The sun and birdsong swept through the cracked window, the final dustings of sleep evaporating with the trill of Ruby’s high-pitched voice. His daughter’s wide, brown eyes peaked down at him expectantly and a soft smile curled his lips and he kept his eyes shut. 

So much for sleeping in. It was a fools errand, really, believing he would be able to with an excitable four year old when you had promised a sweet, delicious treat. Gale took the day off of work, and you left a few hours earlier for your own lecturers. 

Ruby frowned, shaking him again. “Wake up! Wake UP, daddy! It’s mommy’s birthday please! You promised! Cake! CAKE!” Ruby insisted, demanded even, her bottom lip quivering. Gale promised that for your birthday today they would bake a cake, something Gale typically did on his own. This time, he’d pass the tradition to his daughter. 

Tara slinked in the doorway, her eyes locked on Ruby. Despite the almost past four years of Ruby’s life, Tara was not yet used the wild, loud menace of a human who now perturbed her usual quiet. Gale laughed and turned onto his stomach, pulling her against his chest as she squealed. 

“Good morning, peanut,” he cooed, warmth flooding him. She looked so much like you it took his breath away. Gale suspended her in the air for a moment, the piercing sound of her giggles sending Tara into the next room. 

“No tickles! No airplane! CAKE! C A K E!” Ruby laughed, the sound melodic and infectious as she kicked her feet and squirmed. 

“Alright, alright, you drive a hard bargain Ms. Dekarios. I’m up, I’m up.” Gale lowered her onto the bed next to him and he watched her shimmy confidently off the bed and landed on her butt with a thud. He bit his lip to stifle a laugh and, ever unbothered, Ruby shot up and ran for the kitchen squealing with excitement. 

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“Steady, you can do it,” Gale said gently as his hands cupped around Ruby’s, the measuring cup wobbling in her tiny fingers. Flour was everywhere. On the counters, in Gale’s hair, in his beard. On Tara, to her chagrin. Ruby’s face was streaked with it - but Gale was insistent on building her confidence, in allowing her to make the mistakes he felt he was never allowed to. Ruby’s tongue stuck out with concentration as she poured the flour into the sifter. “Very good, I see how you poured the flour in almost all by yourself! You should be so proud! Look at you go!” 

Ruby clapped with delight, sending flour flying everywhere again and she giggled. “Thanks, daddy,” she said happily and swung her legs in the seat that was too big. “What next?” 

“Now,” Gale said, gesturing for her to bring her hand to the sifter’s handle, “You start churning - you see how the flour is getting smaller as it goes through this mesh?” He said, pointing to the fine particles that dispersed from the opposite end and into the bowl. Although Ruby was still young, Gale wanted to explain everything in painstaking detail to her, to help her understand and make meaning with the world around her. 

“This is going to make our cake lighter. It adds air so that it will be easier to mix the rest of our ingredients.” He noted her frown, it taking her a moment to figure out how to turn the sifter steadily so the flour stayed in the bowl. Ruby huffed with impatience, a low whine threatening to escape her lips. “Ah, remember what we do when we feel frustrated? Take a deep breath,” Gale closed his eyes and breathed deeply, peeking one eye open to see her mimicking him. He released his breath and she did, too and he smiled encouragingly, “Go on, you can do this peanut.” 

Ruby’s face beamed once she mastered the perilous sifter, the joyous rapture of a new concept understood by her fresh young mind still so marvelous to Gale. Watching Ruby discover the world soothed his soul in ways he didn’t know he needed. Her eagerness and thirst for knowing, understanding, and how innocently she interacted with the world reinforced his realization of how magnificent mortal life was. Godhood could never compare to this. 

“There,” Gale said with pride, the unbaked cake now wobbling in the pan, the oven prepared. “It’s ready for baking! Do you want to help me put it in the oven? BUT - we have to remember the edges of the oven are hot.” 

Ruby bounced excitedly, trying to take the pan from Gale’s hands and he held it up, his eye brows raising a bit, “What did I say? I need to make sure you heard me because I want to make sure you’re safe and don’t get hurt. If you touch the sides it will burn your skin, okay?” 

“OKAY,” she said, sticking out her tongue impatiently. “Please! I’ll be safe! Promise!” Gale grimaced and handed her the cake, biting the inside of his cheek as to not correct her as she walked with imbalance and went to place the cake on the rack in the oven. He in took his breath sharply as her small hands got dangerously close to the sides and he heard her squeal. 

“Are you alright, darling?” He said with abrupt concern and she threw her hands up, successful. A sigh of relief escaped his lips and he shut the over door, ruffling her hair. 

“Yes! The air was hot. It surprised me!” 

Gale tried not to roll his eyes and laugh, and said internally: if only I had mentioned that the oven would be hot. It was all out of love, though - an intense, overwhelming love he had for his daughter, that he had for you. 

“How long?” Ruby asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“Hm...” Gale rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “About… 30 minutes.” Ruby blanched and threatened to whine again but Gale gave her a warning look. Ruby bit her lip and took a breath. 

“I know. Be patient.” 

Gale smiled. “Exactly. We can be patient. Besides, while it cooks we have to make the decorations lest you forgot?” Ruby’s eyes widened somehow more and a contagious grin spread across her cheeks. 

“I forgot about the decorations!”

Gale laughed and sat at the table, pulling her into his lap. “Hm, I had a feeling that would happen. Now,” he said, pulling the ingredients for the icing closer to them. “First, the icing - we want a few different consistencies for our icing, some for piping and some for flooding.”

“What is consis- consistence- sincinsentcy.” As Ruby’s tongue struggled with the word Gale pulled her tightly to his chest and kissed her cheek. 

“Consistency, my love. Good try! You’ll get it if you keep practicing. Once we make it, we can choose the different colors how does that sound?”  

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Gale and Ruby stood proudly in the Kitchen when you arrived home. “Happy birthday!!” Ruby squealed and ran towards your open arms and you gripped her in a hug. Gale watched you with pure adoration and love, snickering a bit as he watched your eyes widen, looking at the interesting looking cake. He shrugged and saw you laugh as he walked towards you.  

“Happy birthday, my love,” Gale said while giving you an almost too-passionate kiss. 

“EWWWWW,” Ruby squirmed, her face twisting despite her giggling. “Yuckie!” 

Your eyebrows raise and you smile, “Oh? Yuckie is it?” And then you showered Ruby in kisses to her giggling protests. 

“No tickling! Cake, CAKE!!!” Ruby flailed like a fish and pointed wildly to the counter. Gale smiled and heard your breath catch as you looked upon their creation, biting down on your lip. 

“Oh my! How beautiful is this! Did you help daddy make this?” Ruby nodded enthusiastically and Gale rested his arm on your lower back, kissing your shoulder as he let out a soft ‘mhm.’ 

It looked like a toddlers fever dream and Gale smirked, knowing you’d think the marshmallow, icing, and chocolate decoration would be far too sweet. It looked like a rainbow unicorn threw up everywhere. Still, Gale could feel how you swelled, almost overcome with emotion. The excitement and glee Ruby shook with made Gale and you both beam with pride. 

“Thank you, peanut -“ you said, putting her down and kiss her forehead, “This was a perfect birthday surprise. I love you.” You looked at Gale then, both of you overwhelmed with gratitude for your beautifully simple mortal life. 

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