#Dad Gale 🥺

[crovvlipso]

So, an idea I just thought of. Astarion is being canon as girl dad. But Gale. In fact. Is definitely girl dad. Why? Because Tim Downie who voices Gale. Has two young daughters. (He says it in my cameo on my Tumblr) and it would be hella rad to see Gale with two daughters with your tav. A mix of both personalities will be wild. Haha it's an idea. But I'll let you do the rest. You can check out the video on my Tumblr if you want to. 😊 plus your art is amazing (I was the one with the phantom of the Opera idea)

Girl Dad indeed. Meet Morena and Clio Dekarios (can you guess which one is Merena. Which one is Clio? lmao).

[weaving-blood]

Gale Dekarios, a 20 something year old is a broke college student. He just got dumped by his long term girlfriend. Along with that he lost his decent paying job, love having your ex gf as your boss.

After losing his job, Gale is struggling to keep up with rent for his tiny apartment and barely scraping by. Being desperate for cash he's about to resort to unsavory means.

Luckily well winding down from a long day of job searching and dead end interviews. Well he was reading the news paper, he finds a job posting too good to be true.

It's a simple pet sitting job offering way more money than his last job.

He mulls over his options for a few days before he caves, he really need the money

He calls the number listed. He's informed he's the only person who's called and that if he'd like the job they'd have to meet. A small meet and greet if you will. Apparently Mr. Ancunin cat is extremely moody and picky with his sitters.

They scheduled a time and Gale still think this is too good to be true. He looks up the address given and his jaw drops, it's in the richer side of the city and he's 100% convinced he's going to get mugged!!

Still being curious he also looks up 'ancunin', however nothing comes up but a few articles about an old crime case that doesn't sound interesting.

A few days later, Gale got ready for the meet and greet, he was a bit miffed, he had to ask his mother for some money, getting to the other side of the city isn't easy and he's not walking the entire way there.

Gale arrives at a grand house, it's beautiful! It has white picket fence and the whole nine yards. Gale showed up early and lingers outside the residents, nosy neighbors poking their heads from door and glancing through their windows really put Gale off from doing what he came to do. After about 15 minutes of pacing he finally knocks on the front door of the house.

He waits and waits and waits until he heard a loud shout and yowling. The door opened and there sat a sphynx cat, in what looks to be an expensive lil sweater.

Gale stares at the cat before hearing grumbling and muffled swears coming closer. A man with silver-white hair and the loveliest grey-blue eyes appears

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[archivestarlyht]

sometimes i remember that other bg3 wizard players have complained that they feel like their character is “overshadowed” by how good gale is & his relationship with mystra and need to lay down

[stinkrascal]

when you ask gale if hes okay with adding a third to yalls relationship and hes like “what? like a CHILD? idk if im father material, we arent even settled down yet 🥺” what if i died

[acealistair]

ough i've been trying to hold off till experiencing the end of the game to commit to this headcanon (so i could see if canon would even support) it but i can't get the idea of gale and cosette founding a magic school and teaching kids out of my head 🥺 also adopting arabella and yenna

[garlicbreadbatstarion]

BG3 Companion Headcanons

🪩🥂🌹Going to a ball🌹🥂🪩

Wyll:

We all know Wyll is definitely the best dancer

And everyone would recognize him and want to chat and don't even get me started on the ladies absolutely swooning over him

But he'd be sure to show you off and focus in on you in such a way that you never doubted that he only has eyes for you

Give him a tune and he will make it happen: he can dance ballroom, waltz, tango, salsa, swing, and more!

It would also be super important to him to learn dances from your culture to show you how invested he is in you🥺

Will always have one last dance with you after you stumble home, just the two of you as he hums in the twilight of the kitchen

Lae'zel:

Would complain about having to dress in impractical clothes the whole time getting ready

Until she sees how stunning you are and, although she still says it is impractical, she would definitely tell you your elevated look is beyond satisfactory

Would probably hop into random conversations she finds interesting and scope out the whole event

Though she'd resist dancing in front of strangers, you'd catch her tapping her foot to the music

And on the walk back you could twirl her around (very briefly) and crack her tough exterior just enough to see her smile but she would deny any such thing if you ever tried to mention it again

Astarion:

Doesn't remember much about actually learning it anymore, but ballroom comes really easily to Astarion and it brings him a lot of joy to feel something his torment could not successfully erase

He also loves that dancing with you is an easy excuse not to talk to the high society crowds that often show up at events like this, and instead you can gossip together the whole night

"my dear we should get one of those for you!" And he'd wiggle his eyebrows and gesture to an over-the-top man in a bright green tailcoat, an 18" powdered wig covered with tiny Baldurian flags and ribbons atop his head. You'd slap his shoulder playfully and try to conceal your laughter

Even when you take a break from dancing, his hand is (respectfully) around your waist to protect and guide you through the crowd

Would 100% get drunk with you and sneak off into a non-party area of the venue to make out

Karlach:

A little too excited bc she lovesss parties of any variety

Does a frantic fashion show while you get ready, panicking about what go wear

She definitely does crazy moves in each outfit to test out it's danceability

Would turn into a dad the way she makes friends literally the whole time; it takes 10 minutes just to get inside because she can't stop chatting with the doorman

She asked Astarion to teach her to dance as soon as she found out you were going to this, that way she can successfully woo you on the dancefloor!

Gale:

He was very nervous to dance because he always skipped his school dances at the academy so he could explore forbidden places while the rest of the school was preoccupied

He definitely confides in Wyll on all this, and our lovely homeboy teaches him then and there how to lead💃

Gale can't stop the bi-panic when Wyll dips him almost down to the floor, with a cheeky wink

But now that you're here he's excited to listen in on the conversations of the many researchers and society members here!

He would get engrossed in conversation and you'd go dance with some friends that were there and it's like a romcom when he turns and sees you twirl across the floor🥲

He completely abandons his colleagues and appears out of nowhere, hand on your waist, waltzing you around

Wyll does a sly lil fist pump "yes, my man!" as he sees Gale spin you from across the floor

Shadowheart:

She lovesss getting ready and helping you get ready as well

Loves the tiny hors d'eouvres and smallglasses of wine and champagne they serve at events of this scale

It unlocks a core memory of her mother reading her fairytales as a girl, and she quickly wipes a small tear before it can fall

The quadrille is her favorite, she loves that it's social and friendly without having to hold a full conversation with a stranger

Would pepper your face with kisses on the way home thanking you for such a lovely time

Halsin:

He's not super used to the formal dance styles of the city, but he's ready to learn as he goes for you!

But he also flirts with the violinist and easily convinces him to play a little jig so he can show off

Also loves the food; I firmly feel Halsin would be a really adventurous eater and he'd be excited to try the variety of new spices and flavors they have at this event

Has 0 clue but the entire venue is ✨obsessed✨ with him

[brotherwtf]

hi :)) absolutely obsessed with your age gap au so imagine this: gale breaking something accidentally the first few weeks he's staying with john. gets absolutely terrified instantly bc whenever he broke something at home his dad would hurt him. john coming into the kitchen and finding him in the corner shaking and apologising over and over. lots of comfort 🥺

oh no this is so sad and sweet 😭 guys I'm actually going to kiss every single one of you on the head for giving me such creative asks

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Gale had insisted on cooking dinner for John as a thank you for allowing him to move into his house. John, of course, waved it off and said it was just part of the territory, he loved Gale and wanted to keep him safe. But Gale still fought tooth and nail to spoil John a little bit for all of the things he had done for him.

He sat John down in the dining room and told him to wait, retreating back into the kitchen to grab their dinner. John smiles, tapping his finger against the table when he hears a crash from the kitchen. He cranes his head into the kitchen, can't quite see Gale from where he's sitting, and calls out his name.

When he doesn't hear a response, he gets up and wanders into the kitchen, calling his name again. He pauses when he finally sees Gale, staring at the plate in horror, hands trembling, and when he sees John he panics.

"Fuck, I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'll clean it up, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Gale says, voice shaking as he crouches down and starts picking up the broken pieces of the plate with his hands.

He scrapes the porcelain into his shaking hands, sensitive skin starting to bleed as he does, and John has to swoop down to stop him from continuing.

"Hey, hey, Gale, it's okay. Don't do that darling, you're gonna hurt yourself," John says, taking Gale's hands and holding them in his own.

They tremble like a leaf, and Gale can't meet his gaze, closing his eyes and averting his gaze to the floor. There were silent tears streaming down his face.

"Gale?" John asks, crouching down a little further to look at Gale's expression.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know I've been bad, fuck I'm so sorry, I can clean it up, John, I'm sorry," Gale mutters again, rocking forward ever so slightly on the balls of his feet as if he's going to start trying to clean up the plate again, but John stops him with a firm grip.

"Hey, doll, come on, look up at me. Easy, now," John says, taking one of his hands and tilting Gale's chin upwards.

Gale's eyes are glassy and frightened, can't quite meet John's gaze, but John shushes him and runs a hand through his hair and cups his face. He smiles warmly at him, hoping to get a smile in return.

"It's no big deal, Gale. It's just a plate. I've got a lot of those," John says but Gale just shakes his head.

"But I broke it," He tries to justify and John shakes his head again.

"That doesn't matter, doll, all that matters is that you don't get hurt. And your poor hands, come on let's get those wrapped up," John says, gently pulling Gale towards the sink and his first aid kit.

Gale still trembles, but he's not crying anymore. He leans in closer to John's shoulder, allowing him to carry some of the weight as John slowly washes the blood from Gale's hand.

"How are you doing?" John asks, putting some antiseptic on the wounds before putting small bandages across them.

Gale heaves a sigh and rests his head on John's shoulder. John ruffles Gales hair, smiles at him warmly.

"My father would always yell when me or my mama ever broke something. Called us dumb and stupid and would hit us, told us we weren't grateful for all the things he got us if we would just break them," Gale mutters and John tilts his head up again.

He presses a gentle kiss on Gale's lips, cupping his cheek.

"I'll tell you something right now, Gale. I will never, never, do anything that your no good father did. You'll always be safe with me," John whispers.

Gale smiles, wrapping his arms around John's waist and pulling him closer, lets himself be kissed sweetly as John caresses his hair.

They go to a diner for dinner, which makes Gale pout, but John can't imagine a better place than here with Gale.

[wastelandbarbie]

hc that durge prior to the big bonk was actually very smart. in another life he would have made an amazing doctor due to his aptitude for medicine, anatomy, plants n poisons. my durge is running around with 8 intelligence, head hurty. he knows he used to know more things. i think durge would relate a lot to gale in that they're both mourning a loss of skills that's probably very frustrating and upsetting. i also like to imagine that sceleritas fel was really the one who raised durge a la london & mr. mosby sweet life of zack and cody. sceleritas fel isnt durge's dad but he IS the dad who stepped up. durge probably still hated him but like in a loving way; where he would bite and kill sceleritas multiple times a day, annoyed that sceleritas is nothing but supportive about it like "excellent work young master you grow in rottenness by the hour" and it's like a snarling teenage durge who's mad that he essentially has a babysitter on his ass 24/7 to keep him in line with Bhaal's demands. sceleritas supported baby durge in everything and probably encouraged him to study and continually improve his skills 🥺

[middlingmay]

“you’re not fine, you’re trembling. let me help you, please.” - for clegan? 🥺

Hello :) Thanks for the ask. I'm in a fluff mood today, and it was a toughie, trying to make this one even slightly cute, but we got there in the end!

Gale operated on the mantra that if he ignored something, it would go away.

It had never worked a day in his life; not on his dad’s drinking or gambling, not the ache from missing his mother; not his fear when fort after fort never returned from missions, and certainly not when he fell in love with John.

And it wasn’t working now.

He trailed after John as he hunted for prime real estate for them to sit back and relax and enjoy a couple of drinks together. It was a Friday night and the bar was packed. Body’s crammed into every available space, cresting and falling with their natural rhythms. With all that friction and the hot air of their chatter and airy laughter, it should have been sweltering in the bar. Sweat should have been clumping the silky hairs of his underarms together. His shirt should have been sticking to him in a way that got John lookin’ like he shouldn’t be lookin’ out in public. His tongue should have been darting out the slick up his dry lips making them glisten in the dim lighting.

But it wasn’t. Because Gale was sick.

It had started with a sluggishness, a heaviness that had him dragging his feet and taking longer, more frequent naps. Then his sense of smell dulled down into nothing as his nose got blocked. He'd nearly climbed into John’s skin to try and get the smell of him the other night, and had nearly sobbed when he couldn’t. John had thought he had a nightmare.

But the worst part was the cold. Cold which, no matter the layers, the shelter, the fire you had, got into the pores of your bones and wouldn’t be shook. God, it reminded him too much of the Stalag, the march, the forest.

It reminded him of too much.

He should have stayed home, but John had bought him a book he’d been eyeing up in the shop last week, and asked very, very nicely if Buck would go to the bar with him, and he’d been unable to say no.

So he would suck it up and sit there and take it, so John could enjoy a few whiskeys and some people watching. He would ignore it, and it would go away.

In the end, John hadn’t even gotten one sip of the whiskey he ordered.

A boisterous group erupted into cackling laughter. The joke must have been a doozy because it sent one of them careening out the half-circle and into John, who had to leap back into Gale to avoid being knocked over.

He waved off their gay apologies with a smile and a wink and took the opportunity to brush the palm of his hand against Gale’s back. But what he felt there had him pressing harder, frowning, looking at his Gale more closely.

“Buck? What’s wrong?”

Gale couldn’t have stopped himself from leaning into the heat of Bucky’s hand if a Kraut had walked up to him with a gun and demanded it of him.

“Nothing, Bucky, I’m fine—"

“You’re not fine, you’re trembling. Let me help. C’mon.”

Before Gale could think of mumbling any half-hearted protests, John was gently pushing him through the crowd, John himself a protective line at his back. At the car, John opened the passenger side door and hovered over Gale as he climbed in. Now they’d left the bar, Gale’s body seemed to have gotten the message that it was time to junk out on him, and he felt as weak as a kitten trying to climb inside. But he managed it. Just.

John got in, buckled Gale’s seatbelt for him and threw his own jacket over Gale’s lap.

“What did you come out for, you loony. Shoulda told me you were sick. Like I wouldn’t take care of you.”

Gale’s eyes closed in the dark of the car and against the soft rolling motions of John’s driving. “Just want’d you t’be happy. Have a good time.”

He heard John sigh soft. “Jesus, Gale. If you’re there, I’m having a good time.”

He doesn't remember much of the drive after that. It felt like he closed him eyes and then John was shaking him awake.

“I know, baby, I know. A few more steps for me and you can lay down and I’ll take care of you.”

Gale nearly fell out of the car, and John took matters into his own hands.

Fully aware his husband in all but name was in no condition to sock him for what he was about to do, John swept Gale up into his arms and carried him into the house. Gale moaned and batted at his chest weakly, and John knew he’d catch shit for it later if Gale remembered, but right now he just wanted to get him tucked into bed with some medicine and a night spent wrapped up in John’s arms to make him feel better.

They stayed in a quiet enough place that they didn't always bother with locking the door. John was thankful tonight was one of those nights and the front door pushed open easily. The little light in the hallway they left on whenever they went out for an evening illuminated John’s path to the sofa, where he laid Gale down.

“Lemme lock everything up, and we’ll get you to bed.”

But Gale shook his head and burrowed into the sofa. “Here’s good, Johnny. Just…tired.” His jaw clicked under an enormous yawn. “Just a couple of minutes. S’all I need.”

John thought he would combust under the weight of his affection for this man. He quickly went through their nightly routine of securing shutters and locking doors, and as fast as he could, he darted upstairs to scoop up as many blankets and pillows as he could.

When he dumped them on the floor in front of the sofa, the whoosh of air tickled Gale's hair and he looked at John through through a crack in his eyelids.

“Brace yourself, Buck,” John murmured low and sweet. “You’re about to get pampered.”

John fluffed and flapped and tucked and folded and padded all those blankets and pillows until Gale was barely visible: a golden grown peeking out from a cotton and linen dream. But he wasn’t done. John boiled the kettle on the stove and made a cup of the lemon tea Gale swore by; said it was something his ma made him when he was sick as a kid.

He carefully carried the hot cup over to Gale and held it to where he guessed his nose was under all those covers.

Gale shimmied and opened his eyes again. “Tea?” he slurred, hopeful.

“Yeah. Think you can sit up to take a few sips.”

Even sick, Gale was a determined little soldier when he wanted to be. He fought under the weight of John’s blankets and gained inch by victorious inch. He even let John help him hold the cup, his shaking hands threatening to dampen his cosy haven with boiling water.

After nearly half the cup was gone, Gale was too tired to hold himself up. John tried to tuck him back in, but Gale refused. Some wiggling and kicking and Gale’s shoes and belt and trousers were evicted from the blankets and Gale scooched back as far as he could, patting the empty space and looking up with those big blue eyes at John.

John shook his head. “I still need to get you medicine.”

But Gale kept patting. “Can’t think of anything that would make me feel better.”

And how was John supposed to defend himself against that kind of ammo? Slipping off his own shoes and slacks and shirt, John climbed inside and gathered Gale up in his arms. He felt hot to touch but wouldn’t stop shivering and John just held him tighter.

“Yer so warm,” Gale breathed against his chest as he burrowed and pushed into John’s embrace.

“Well I’m not going anywhere.” John kissed Gale’s temple and rubbed all parts of him he could reach. “We’re gonna lay here as long as it takes for you to feel better.”

Gale sighed, content.

[alienoresimagines]

I can’t wait for the season of coffee shop AUs! I want to write one too ☕️

Omg, coffee shop AUs!!! I can't believe there isn't one yet (I think) but the possibilities, just thinking of them makes my heart melt 😭

Maybe John develops a crush for the pretty boy who always comes in to work on his laptop (because the coffeeshop is a safer place than at home with his dad to study) but who's also very polite and patient, actually treating John and his colleagues like human even during rush hours, John always leaving cute lil notes on Gale's drinks like "Good luck with exams :)" when he knows it's exams season and Curt giving John shit when he sees John sighing dreamily at Gale, hunched over his astrophysics books, when there's a lull

Or maybe Gale's world lightens up when sunshine personified keeps coming to his lil coffeeshop, always trying weird drinks and combinations but with always a kind word for Gale, like a "good luck" with an empathetic smile when Gale serves him during rush hour, John trying to do small talk while Gale prepares his drink when the coffeeshop isn't busy and doing an internal victory dance when he makes Gale smile

Ahhh now I want to write one too 😂😭 But yes, I can't wait for all the seasonal AUs, they're all gonna be so fluffy and healing for my soul 🥹

I really hope you'll get around to writing one too, I love your writing and your take on the Buckies 🥺❤️

What are some tropes/hc you'd like to see more of in Clegan fics?

[m00nlight-ramblings]

Gale (BG3) and you are living together and you get morning sickness and find out you're expecting and Gale is fucking adorable excited dad 🥺🙏

Just think of it: he's rubbing circles on your back, whispering about how beautiful you are and how thankful he is for his child 🥺😭

I got baby fever please I beg you

GALE DAD SUPREMACY. i know he doesn't want kids but he would make a fantastic dad. a great au for sure <3333

here it is!:

[swifty-fox]

❝  i know i can’t protect you from everything,  but i wish you’d let me protect you from the things i can control.  ❞ - for outlaw au please :)) i already miss them 🥺

yessss more of them.

read the fic here

tws: Mentions of child abuse & discussion of suicide of a family member.

Gale hates South Dakota. It's much like Wyoming, flat and empty and made up of scrublands. Population is scarce and it's been nearly two weeks of rest-stop sink baths or on one or two desperate occasions water bottles and a spare t-shirt as a rag.

It's one of those quiet inconveniences of how they live. It's been months since anyone has laid a hand on him and that's worth any lack of creature comforts.

Still, he'd like a shower.

They're on the roof of the Corolla, scissors snicking gently through Gale's hair as John trims it with careful concentration. His tongue Is poked between his lips, there's an unlit cigarette tucked behind his ear and his grey Puddle of Mudd shirt is turned dark with sweat.

"Look straight, I don't want you getting mad at me when I fuck your hair up and make it all uneven."

"I wouldn't be mad," Gale says, but looks forward anyway, eyeing the blue silhouette of mountains in the distance. They appear tiny and flat, but Gale knows if they bothered to travel the hundreds of miles to the foothills they'd rise taller than skyscrapers.

John blows stray hair off Gale's shoulder, brushes it off with his fingers when that proves ineffective. The fine blond strands cling to his sweaty skin, bared by the cut-off sleeve shirt he's wearing. Likely it's Johns, the fabric loose and baggy around Gale's torso and chest in a way his own shirts usually were not.

"Why'd you start growing it?"

"My dad said long hair was for girls."

John's thumb strokes over the ball-curve of Gale's shoulder, nail tracing the raised lines of the random smattering of scars there. They extend across the wingspan of his back, harsher at the bony parts and falling off in the dips and divots. "He do these too?"

Tucking his heels up near his ass, Gale rests his chin on his knees. John clucks at him for the change of position but after a moment resumes cutting. For a while there's only the snick of scissors and the sound of coyotes howling and the sun slowly sinking into the pillow of the mountains.

"I dropped a box of my mom's Christmas ornaments," He says finally, "the glass ones, you know? The kind of special ones you put at the top and don't let the kids touch."

John hums to show he's listening, brushing fingers through Gale's hair to find any spots he's missed.

"It was an accident," He insists as if it matters to Bucky, as if it ever mattered.

"And he," Gale gestures to his head, "I was on the ground before I realized what had happened and then he was just going off on me, and I was trying to tell him that the glass was cutting me, that I'd take my licks but the glass."

Metal clinks as John sets the scissors down, reaches his hand out for the hair tie that Gale deposits in his hand. Begins braiding Gale's hair with practiced efficiency

"Spent the night in Marge's bathroom picking glass out of my skin with her eyebrow tweezers."

"Couldn't afford the hospital?"

"Wasn't lookin' to get placed with some Mormon family who'd do just about the same but also make me wear pressed button-downs."

"How old were you?"

"Fifteen."

John brushes over Gale's shoulders again, slow and gentle. Smooths his braid down his spine.

"You're done," he says.

Something in his tone makes Gale scowl, "I'm not looking for your pity, Bucky."

"You're not getting it."

Gale shakes his head slowly, feeling the tickle of his braid somewhere up along the apex of his shoulder blades rather than the central line of them. The weight of it is gone, or at least nearly negligible to what it was. He picks at the stray chunks of hair littered around them, twisting one clump around his fingers.

"I know I can’t protect you from everything,  but I wish you’d let me protect you from the things I can control," John says.

"What are you able to control about something that happened five years ago?"

"hmm," John hops off the roof of the car, the whole frame squeaking and shaking with the movement. Gale uncurls from his hunched position. Hands him the scissors to tuck away safely. But not too safely. They are a weapon in a pinch, after all.

"That's not an answer."

"You telling me about it. Then I can protect you."

"How is telling you protecting me?" Gale slips down after him, tugs the blankets off the roof of the Corolla and shakes them out to get as much hair out as possible.

"Talking helps."

Gale snorts but John fixes him with an uncharacteristically sincere look

"I'm serious. My Ma made me go talk to a shrink after my dad died. it helped, kind of."

"What happened to him?"

It's mostly genuine. It's a little bit pointed. Poking at a bruise because his own hurts have been prodded at.

John smiles at him. It's awful, "He locked himself in the car with the exhaust on. Came home from ninth grade and found him in the garage."

Gale stares, looks down to finish folding the blankets.

"He was a Pastor," John continues, "He was a good man. Just kinda wish he'd left a note or something. An email. Hell, a fat life insurance policy would have been nice but they don't give you shit if it's a suicide."

"Do you pray then?"

"Sometimes, when I miss him. When I've got something important to say." John pops a lollipop into his mouth, hunts around for a sweet flavor to offer Gale, "Do you?"

Gale takes the lollipop, looks John's face over and shrugs a shoulder "No, not for a long time."

[demigoddessqueens]

Main masterlist 8

Staring at them in admiration

Critical Role 🎲

Vox machina - dancing with Percy / truth or dare? // the party with vampire!reader // but why me? // Vax and his fighting “buddy” // hand kisses // feeling “flirtatious” // love you?? // love me as a wyrm // Bloodborne!reader // the boys + dentist appointment // I love you 🥺 & I love you too 😄💕 // the love letter 💌 // Vax + writing prompt //

PercyxVex week 🩵🤍💙 - ao3 series

modern s/o series, canon/AU - Percy 💙 + others //

Mighty nein - modern AU //

Mollymauk Week - ao3 series

Bells 🔔 hells/Crown 👑 keepers - orym and his crush // Ashton x reader who likes pink things // spin the bottle //

Song fics (all fandoms) - keyleth song fic // BR batch 3 // songs for boys 1 // grog song fic //

Castlevania 🦇- Dracula with a colomba!reader // but why me? // hand kisses // facing BBG + CR // Dracula drabbles // Castlevania “I love you” prompt // Trevor + jealousy // Dracula and his love //

Marvel - boxer!Miguel // ares x Aphrodite // incorrect quotes // magician ✨friend // single dad!Miguel // incorrect quotes: swoon // incorrect quotes 3 //

Monster lover(s) 💕😈🥺 - hand holding prompt //

The dragon prince - aaravos x monarch!reader // aaravos + reincarnation //

Baldur’s Gate 3 - I really like the vamp // be nice to him ☹️ // I like Gale and 🦇 a lot // Astarion angst // incorrect quotes // astarion fluff // Gale + Wyll + Halsin fluff // Shadowheart and Karlach fluff // poly headcanons // romance novel // incorrect quotes // Gale + prompt // Astarion + prompt // Blood Lycan Tav // sun and moon + Astarion //

Blood of Zeus ⚡️- Hermes with grumpy!reader // Apollo x god!spouse of different pantheon //

Assassin’s Creed - July codexmonthly “Eden” // arno birthday headcanons // August codexmonthly // shay birthday headcanons // belated birthday headcanons // Haytham + angst headcanons // he needs a good cry // but why me? // smutty 🔥 Haytham // pregnant headcanons // snowed ❄️ in // sleep seggs // oc daughter // at the ball // learning languages // drunk Haytham // sleep seggs part 2 // hand kisses // Ezio drunk 🫠🥴 // September codexmonthly // Haytham proposal 💍 + wedding night // haytham sloppy toppy // assassins and “I love you” prompt // soft Haytham // more assassins fluff // Haytham + Ziio & reader // Frye birthday 🎉 headcanons // dullahan shay and vampire Haytham // boyfriend headcanons // November codexmonthly // Haytham smut

Codextober 2023 // ao3

Dragon 🐉 Age - why I like mages // Cullen + writing prompts //

Genshin Impact - I like the new guy 🩵🤍💙 // hand kisses + Miguel //

Star 🌟 Wars - touch starved + others // Ezra bridger //

The Last of Us - Joel + kisses //

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Cw // mpreg, baldings gayte

extreeeeemely feral about gale being a dad... gale being a trans man .. gale and tav trying to get pregnant, gale all soft and round with baby 🥺🥺🥺

The amount of times I've fantasized about this man back in waterdeep with Tav and Tara and laboring to bring the latest dekarios into the world i need to get back into drawing

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I have been TAGGED (by the wonderful @evilbunnyking thank you muah <3) to share 5 songs I really like, so! Let's Get to It (〜￣▽￣)〜

Ultimate favorite #1: Under Pressure by Queen. Do I need to link it? Y'all know it.

You know how sometimes it's hard to pin down a favorite something-or-other? Not song, this is hands-down my favorite. Ever. Always. I was a full-ass adult in my 20s before I realized that when it says Queen and David Bowie it meant David Bowie is actually singing in it I was ASHAMED how i I even whaaaat Fun fact: the CD I grew up with that had this on it has a slightly different edit than the regular one, so any time I hear it on spotify or the radio I go a little crazy because it's off.

The rest are going under a cut because I'm linking in youtube videos so you don't have to go anywhere or interrupt any current playlist you've got going <3

#2 Currently on Repeat: Can't stop listening to Matt Maeson's Problems

I don't regularly use the repeat button, actually, I'll just hit back at the end as many times as I feel like, but I've done it, I've put this on actual repeat. I've also been alternating a bit with his Sanctified as well, idk what it is but both of them are an infection right now.

#3 A long-term favorite: Paranoid by Sfven

Found it ages ago and it really jived with Gale; if it shuffles through I'll give it a good listen or four. Not sure why the video looks like it was made in the early 90s. Honestly a little off-putting to me but the audio is what matters, okay.

#4 A LONG-long-term favorite: Jewel's Amen

Oh man. I fucking love this song. Top 5 probably. My dad had this CD and I kind of made it mine. Then lost it. So I bought a replacement. And lost that one. And third time's the charm I still have the replacement's replacement. I think. Somewhere. She ended up being the first concert I went to, a small little acoustic one in the local Shriners' center.

But just. The feel of it, the imagery, I still want to draw something for it that really connects with me for it but it's just uakygfkfausdgf I can't :C

#5 (Sort of) Local Plug: I Hope You Know by Supaman ft. Ashley Hall

Supaman regularly visits the first school I worked at, and so many of the students there look up to him for good reason. He's a good guy, he fancy danced at the Macy's Parade, and he makes music that relies heavily on blending rap with traditional instruments and vocals. If I remember correctly, some of his videos show him dancing, if you're interested. I like this one in particular because Hall's vocals are so pleasant, I love multilingual songs, and they sampled a western meadowlark and you cannot go wrong with western meadowlark noises. I hadn't actually seen this video version before and it's very sweet 🥺

Honorable mention musicians/groups that I don't see mentioned often but deer lord this kind of got out of hand already: Run River North Forrest Day Isador Magic Bronson The Hush Sound

Do NOT under any circumstance assume there's a theme or common element across any of these.

I suppose I'm supposed to tag people, so hmmmmm @glassbearclock @taelonsamada @andr0leda @inedibleobject @fooltofancy @elemenepee And uhhhhh anyone else. I have some new mutuals and I am not brave enough to be the first person to tag in this relationship, and I also don't want to just tag EVERYONE so there are still people to pass it along to, so if you don't see your name here pretend it is (if you want)

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rambling in tags bcs today has been very lovely so far 🤍

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