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captainlilyuniverseworld · 5 days

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The Willingly Unwilling

A/N: This was meant to be a short thing about Astarion using the invisiblity spell for innapropiate means, and delved into an Ascended Astarion, Consort Gale situation

The Willingly Unwilling

“I’m bored.”

“So you’ve said.”

“Aren’t you going to do something about it?”

“I am slightly busy if you hadn’t noticed,” Gale motioned to the books strewn about the table. The parchment filled with his scrawl. The various ingredients.

Astarion came up behind him and put his hands on his shoulder, slowly he ran them down the length of Gale’s chest, nails scraping the thin material of his shirt.

“I’m all for having a hobby pet, it’s good to keep yourself occupied but as I said. I. Am. Bored,” he leaned over Gale now, chest pressed against the wizard's back.

Gale shivered and spread his legs almost automatically as the vampire’s fingers began to knead the flesh of his thighs through his linen pants.

“I’m nearly finished,” Gale licked his lips. “You promised-”

“Agreed.”

“Promised,” Gale repeated. “That I could have time out of the day to do what I wanted, and you would let me.”

Astarion huffed. “You were playing dirty when I agreed to that.”

“You didn’t agree, you promised,” Gale reached for his quill. “And I’m almost done. We can do whatever you want after I finish.”

“Perhaps it’s good I didn’t make any more spawn,” Astarion sat back but scraped Gale’s scalp with his nails. “Your stubbornness might rub off on them.”

Gale leaned his head back at the touch and felt the cold press of lips, sharp fangs along the column of his throat. They were dragged teasingly against the skin before Astarion severed all contact.

“Fine. I’ll find some other way to entertain myself,” Astarion left the room and Gale rubbed the back of his neck.

He waved his hand and the door shut behind him. A quick flick of his wrist and a muttered spell and the doors lockeded. Astarion’s displeasure is palpable.

Gale set the quill down and runs a hand through his hair. He’d lost track of how much time had passed, how long they’d been together in this, gods whatever it was. Everything leading to now felt as if it’d happened simultaneously merely weeks ago as opposed to months, when he first agreed to visit Astarion, to the newly named Ancunin Palace. Astarion had taken a gleeful delight yanking the plaque that adorned the large columns outside the iron gates and breaking it over his knee.

When Gale had first arrived the palace was nearly stripped bare from the inside.

“I can’t very well cement my place if everything reeks of old,” Astarion had told him. “So, I gathered everything that belonged to Cazador, minus the jewels and the gold, took it all outside and burned it.”

Astarion hummed. “I even dusted off a few bottles of wine and enjoyed the little bonfire with a drink or two.”

“Out with the old, in with the new as they say, no?”

“Exactly!” Astarion whirled around and grinned at him. “When I said I was going to be better than Cazador, I meant it in every possible way. Just because we are the undead does not mean we must live and dress the part. He had no real sense of taste the more I thought about it.”

“Astarion, why am I here?” Gale tried not to watch as a servant carried an armful of bloody bedding.

“Because I asked you to come,” Astarion answered.

“Yes, I understand, but your letter said that you needed something from me. Help or…or-”

“Help?” Astarion cocked his head to the side. “Nowhere in my letter did I state I needed help.”

“Assistance then,” Gale replied.

“Mmm no, no assistance, I’ve plenty of thralls roaming the halls,” Astarion mused. “I don’t need help and I don’t need assistance.”

“Then why am I here?” Gale tried again.

“Because I want you here,” Astarion had said. “Because I want your company. Because I want to talk to you, watch you. See you. We are friends, aren’t we Gale?”

And Gale, like the fool he was, took his words at face value. He tried to keep his visit short, but then Astarion would look at him with those eyes. He’d pour Gale another glass of wine, or brandy, or tea.

He’d find another book in the palace’s vast library.

“When I saw it, I wondered how long it’d take you to read every single volume,” Astarion mused.

The second time he tried to leave, citing his work and his research and wanting to write down his account of their journey Astarion had given him the office with the elevator.

“I have no use for it,” Astarion shrugged, holding out the key. “Consider it yours to do with as you see fit. No one but you and I shall have the keys.”

“Are you quite sure?” Gale asked.

“Of course,” Astarion smiled. “I want you to enjoy yourself while you are here….You are enjoying yourself aren’t you?”

“I am,” Gale answered.

#baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #astarion ancunin #gale x astarion #bloodweave #bg3 #gale dekarios #fanfic #dark fic #ascended astarion #dark consort gale #game spoilers #manipulation #unhealthy relationships #not quite dead dove but borderline

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miicycle · 11 months

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I cannot stress this enough, i laughed way too hard and for way too long not to share this. obv totk spoilers if you wanna go in blind

#totk spoilers #totk #botw totk #tears of the kingdom #loz tears of the kingdom #loz totk #botw2 #yunobo #totk yunobo #i mispelled his name in the video but shush #totk sages #sage yunobo #spoilers #game spoilers #edit #video edit #mii talks #mii edits

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ravenmccookies · 3 months

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Took screenshots of the jumpscare animation for art reference

New fnaf game spoilers below:

The pixel art looks so good man

#fnaf #fnaf spoilers #into the pit #fnaf into the pit #into the pit spoilers #game spoilers #springtrap #spring bonnie #fnaf trailer #game trailer #game screenshots #screenshots #art inspo #inspo

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soulbeloved · 5 months

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"Uphold the principles of our order and all that for which we stand, never share our secrets nor divulge the true nature of our work. Do so, until death - whatever the cost. This is my new creed. I am Shay Patrick Cormac, Templar of the Colonial... of the American rite. I am an older man now, and perhaps wiser. A war and a revolution have ended, and another is about to begin. May the father of understanding guide us all."

Assassin's Creed Rogue Shay Patrick Cormac

#assassin's creed rogue #assassin's creed #shay patrick cormac #shay cormac #one of my favorite lines #this was so good #still crying #game spoilers #spoliers #ps4 #game screenshots #video game photography

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heldenraider · 3 months

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Cry of Fear experience in 2023 (not 2024!!!) 3/3 End of my walkthrough. This game is truly unique! Simon's story is really quite dreary and sad, even with the best of outcomes you still won't leave satisfied. It's bleak and really admirable, the author wasn't afraid to show a really frustrating ending.

#HelSight #game recommendations #game screenshots #game review #game spoilers #cry of fear #simon henriksson #aesthetic

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 1 year

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This might be a stretch but, since most/all of the changes in “The Last of Us” TV show have been intentionally done by the showrunners so far, did anyone else notice the darker changes to Ellie’s character? Because that scene where Ellie stabs the zombie in the head and steals a gun from Bill’s house was not in the game.

I feel that the show is setting up Ellie’s dark tendencies in this way. You can read the stabbing scene as Ellie’s morbid curiosity with the infected, especially since she cut the infected’s head open first, which was completely unnecessary. Also, in the game, Ellie first picked up a gun to defend Joel. In the show, Ellie steals a gun that belonged to Joel’s friends, who he just learned had died, and from behind his back, which is significantly less heroic. These are small scenes, but these scenes do add up as the show goes on.

Possible reason I can think of for these changes to Ellie’s character: To better justify Ellie’s villainous actions in the second game. It wasn’t just Joel’s death that brought this out of her, she’s had these dark tendencies from the start.

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morganrat · 3 months

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The Resurrection of John Ward

A Faith: The Unholy Trinity alternate universe, created by me :3

(probably contains some game spoilers)

How it is...

!!IMPORTANT DISCLAIMERS!!

✦ THIS ISN'T SUPER IN DEPTH, it is SIMPLE!! My Father Ward wasn't created with anything deep in mind, the headcanons just diverged too much and I ended up making a mini story hdjdjshdshj

✦ I BARELY KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!! I've never actually played FTUT, I'm just going off of fandom wikis and youtube videos

✦ IM PROJECTING A LOT!! This is MY little thing IM working on that I created. This isn't for any of you, it's a way for me to cope and look into myself and my religious trauma and yall are just here for the ride

✦ I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT PLOTHOLES!! It really ain't that serious 😭 (it gets less serious and more casual as i keep writing LMAO)

now that that's outta the way,

How he came to be...

✦ After submitting to the evil he was destined to defeat, allowing the initiation of the Profane Sabbath, Father Ward is no more. Everyone's memories, the Martin house, Amy, Michael, his entire existence wiped clean from the face of the universe.

Well, in HIS universe...

✦ Meanwhile someone not that far away was observing very intently. Being plastered onto millions of screens, he would come to be FAR from forgotten.

✦ Fueled by surges of passion, obsession, and the usage of way too much ink, Father Ward would come to be yet again.

✦ His soul being handed to the one holding the pen that brings him life, Father Ward is rebirthed as an angel in the new world. The honoring of him despite his faith being destroyed, gives him another chance.

How he is doing...

✦ After a little while of confusion surrounding the sudden change in his environment and physique, he quickly became adjusted to his new home.

✦ He slowly starts to loosen up, wandering the new universe appreciating its unusual beauties.

✦ He has nearly nothing to dread now, for his vengeful god and twisted devil have no reign over him here. You can say his faith is dwindling especially after what happened, realizing his god is not in fact infinite.

✦ He DOES still suffer from horrible nightnares, about Amy and the Profane Sabbath...

✦ He also still smokes, his asthma is still very much present, and he has been to the emergency room on several occasions (and counting 😭)

✦ Though it seems like every day he starts to look younger and healthier, with no bible to read he picks up gardening, now carrying with him a flower instead of a cross. His cassock is also now a comfy onesie :3

More about him... (silly)

✦ Before picking up gardening, he attempted to cook and bake! That didn't last long though, he set the ovenstove on fire four times now... When he isn't causing a grease fire though, he can make MEAN scrambled eggs 🗣❗ im talkin GORDON RAMSAY typa shit

✦ Severely allergic to dandelions, he finds ONE in his garden and he freaks the fuck out, Father Ward is vehemently against using any kind of pesticides though

✦ Holding hands with him is nice, his paws are calloused yet gentle from manual labor, he clips his claws regularly so he doesnt accidently hurt the flowers <3

✦ He has paw beans

✦ He secretly sings silly little songs when nobody's around (and when there are people, he hums), it helps him calm down from waves of anxiety, kinda like @littledoof's panic singing LMAO

✦ Father Ward is also growing accustomed to the other residents, the millions of people he reaches in the online space. He's a bit closed off (for now) but still kind to everyone he meets

✦ YES Father Ward IS interactive!! You can talk to him through my ask box, and he will frequently mingle with other posts he finds to be interesting!

✦ Settling down from all the fighting demons and counting the days, slowly but surely he is beginning to find peace, and you all are with him for the journey if youd like to be :)

@400-gallons-of-catholic-guilt

taggin you bc u said u were excited :>

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rabiesram · 2 years

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excuse me ur honor but they’re baby

#my art #narinder #the one who waits #lamb #the lamb #lambert #lamb x narinder #lamb x the one who waits #ship art #spoilers #game spoilers #the cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb #feel like im missing a tag but whatever yell at me if i did

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theunknowndoodler · 4 months

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Hey hey! I've been seeing Garten of BanBan 6 lately, and I wanted to point out something I noticed at the end..

Spoiler warning

Sheriff Toadster isn't in the final scene, but Bambalina is... It looks like we will meet the Sheriff again in the next chapter

#garten of banban #Sheriff Toadster #game spoilers #game screenshots #fyp #where is Toadster?#garten of banban 6

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undermine-the-instinct · 3 months

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This is technically spoilers in case you wanna get the first bad ending

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I'm really liking how urgent he's getting. Guess this was a bad idea, huh?

#spoilers #game spoilers #a date with death #date with death #casper a date with death #two and a half studios #cicitalks #cicplays #ooh i like this #angsssttt #imma be posting this in snippets #since tumblr has a pic post limit

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captainlilyuniverseworld · 4 months

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if i might make a bloodweave request? astarion's reaction to orin kidnapping gale? either the discovery being in the barn, when orin as gale starts talking about destroying baldur's gate with the orb; or in the sewers, when orin as gale talks about orin cutting pieces of him off? up to you!

Hi Anon,

I had Lae'zel kidnapped in my playthrough so I wasn't super familiar with Gale's version of being kidnapped so watched a couple youtube vids to get an idea of how it'd go. the story kinda got away from me lol. (also plan on writing a part two to this)

Hope you like the way it turned out ❤️

Spoilers for Act 3 of Baldur's Gate 3 under the cut

Pairing: Astarion/Gale

Kidnapped

Gale hummed under his breath as he carried his bundle of books back towards camp. Sorcerus Sundries had been better than expected. They’d found the book on Karsus, after some light breaking and entering, and he blew his expectations.

Between the Crown of Karsus and the orb in his chest, he could repair the Karus weave. Become its conductor. The power he could wield. It was enough to make him dizzy.

He rounded the corner and let out a soft oomph as he collided with someone and dropped his books on the ground.

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry,” the young woman knelt down and began to help him. “If it weren’t my spectacles, I’d really be blind as a bat.”

He chuckled. “No harm done miss. I suppose I had my head in the clouds so to speak.” He gathered his books back up. “Goodness, that’s quite a bounty you have there. Do you need a hand?”

“You’re kind to offer, but I wouldn’t want to put you out,” she replied.

“It’s no trouble at all,” he smiled. Besides, Astarion won’t mind if I’m a little late.

“Well,” she looked at him from under her lashes. “If you insist.”

***

Astarion stretched as he made his way back to camp and spotted Gale standing by the campfire near the barn. He had his arms crossed over his chest and seemed deep in thought over something.

“Careful, I can practically see the wheels turning in that head of yours,” Astarion joked as he joined him.

“Hmm? Ah forgive me, seems I got lost in my thoughts as usual,” Gale chuckled softly. “Do you perhaps have a moment?”

“For you darling, I’ve got two,” Astarion sat on one of the bales of hay that doubled as a makeshift bed and leaned back on his hands.

Gale smiled a bit. “I was hoping I might consult your opinion on something.”

“Really?” Astarion raised an eyebrow. “You hardly consult anyone for anything. And if you do, its yourself.”

“I do value your opinion, I suppose, but, you understand certain things from my perspective more than anyone. And I thought you might be able to help me come to a good conclusion,” Gale replied.

“Alright,” Astarion nodded. “What seems to be troubling you then?” He sat up giving the wizard his full attention.

“I’ve been thinking about everything that’s happened to us so far. Killing Kethric Thorm, fighting a literal incarnation of a death god..the army being unleashed on Baldur’s Gate, the netherbrain…”

Astarion nodded. “If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I don’t know if I would have believed it myself.”

“It occurred to me that, most, if not all of this could have been avoided if we, if I, had done what Mystra tasked me with. We’ve been so busy trying to find ways around the hard choices that need to be made and I can’t help but wonder if we’re part of the problem...feeding the suffering going on, and I, I wonder if it might be best if I reconsider Mystra’s offer, her gift so to speak.”

Astarion snorted and laughed. “Oh, oh that is funny. Really you…you,” his laughter died off and he cleared his throat. “You’re…”

Gale wasn’t laughing. In fact he seemed uncharacteristically calm.

“You’re joking right?” Astarion stood up and walked over to him. “You really can’t mean that.’

“I do,” Gale nodded. “Kethric, Gortash, Orin. They were all right there. I could have, I could’ve ended things, ended it all right there. Or when we met Gortash. The Orb is powerful enough to do that. Kill the Absolute.”

“And gotten us blown up in the process?” Astarion asked. “For that matter, the entirety of Baldur’s Gate?”

“Perhaps that would have been for the best. What has Baldur’s Gate done for any of us? Wyll’s father all but disowned him for saving the city the first time. And what has the city done for you? Think about it Astarion, The orb is powerful enough that it could kill Cazador. Imagine how that would feel.”

“I wouldn’t feel a damned thing if we all get blown up with you,” Astarion replied.

Astarion curled his hands into his fists. This wasn’t like Gale. Sure the wizard had extreme ideas from time to time. That is what the vampire liked most about him. Thirst for knowledge, thirst for power.

“I would make sure you were far enough away,” Gale stepped towards him. “You and the others before doing it. I could kill the Absolute and destroy Baldur’s gate. A clean sweep. A clean slate. Maybe that’s what Mystra intended all along. For me, for the city.”

“What about the crown?” Astarion replied. “What about the fact that we broke into a secret library vault for the very thing you talked about nonstop since we killed Kethric Thorm?”

Gale shrugged. “What about it? It was a fool's errand. Something to prolong the inevitable.” He shook his head. “Even if I do nothing, and leave the orb, it will consume me one day. It is not healed, it is merely placated. I honestly do not know what keeps from doing it anyway. My own hunger for power, some selfish need to prove my worth to Mystra some other way. You?”

Gale sounded so broken, so defeated. So different then he had when they’d survived Moonrise Towers. Vibrant and full of life. Excited.

“If I’m being honest, it’s a little surreal being here right now,” Gale drank some of his wine. “Here with you. Here alive. I was so stuck on doing whatever Mystra wanted that I forgot what it was like to enjoy some of the best things life has to offer.”

“Oh? And what might those things be?” Astarion asked.

“A good book, a good glass of wine,” he looked at Astarion. “Exceptional company.”

“Exceptional company hmm?” Astarion smiled.

He shook his head.

“This isn’t you Gale. The man I,” care about, “the man I know wouldn’t be thinking these things. I’m supposed to be the only cynic of this group. We’ve no room for two, so you are going to stop being an idiot and we’ll pretend we never had this conversation.”

“Oh so gentle,” Gale moved to walk a circle around him. “You think saving him now will stop the bloodshed later? It won’t.”

Astarion stepped back watching Gale’s body contort, hearing his bones break and crack before a plum of dust revealed Orin standing before him. She grinned. He reached for the dagger tucked in the back of his pants and tensed as she reached for him, her nails barely caressing cheek.

“Now now little piggy, Orin will take care of you. And your little pet,” she cooed.

“What have you done with Gale?” he narrowed his eyes.

“Oh nothing, nothing,” she mused. “He’s gasping and gagging on the airs of Bhaals Temple. But I will not cut, his kind dies too quickly and the murder god demand’s a better sacrifice.” She sighed forlorn. “But he sings so sweetly for you little piggy, shudders when he sees my bland...Maybe I’ll take just a finger or two. He doesn’t need them all does he?”

Astarion felt his stomach twisting. “If you touch one hair on him I will carve that face you think is oh so pretty.”

He leaned in close, the blade of his dagger dangerously close to her face.

“Promise promises,” she crooned. “Your little wizard is…safe, for now. But if you do not kill Gortash and bring me his netherstone, I’ll bring you its heart instead.”

Astarion sagged against the barn wall as Orin disappeared. His fingers gripped the dagger in his hand tightly. He felt sick to his stomach. How long had she been in their camp? How did they not notice, how did he not notice?

“Astarion, whoa shit hey, it’s just me,” Wyll held his hands up as Astarion turned on his heel, dagger ready.

“I, apologies,” Astarion cleared his throat and lowered the dagger. “I thought you were Orin.”

“Orin?” Wyll straightened, hand going to the short sword at his hip. “She was here?”

Astarion nodded. “She kidnapped Gale, and has him held in Bhaal’s temple.”

“Well shit, what are we waiting for?” Wyll asked. “We need to get everyone, get everything together and go-”

“And storm in there?” Astarion interrupted. “That’s the very thing she’ll be expecting us to do.”

As much as he agreed with Wyll’s idea, barging into the temple of Bhaal would have been the dumbest thing they could do in this situation.

He shook his head. “No, we, we have to be strategic about this…” And hope that Gale can hold out that long.

***

Astarion ran to the altar Gale was tied, Orin slain and her blood spilled on the floor. He used his daggers to cut the bonds, and wiped the blood from Gale’s face.

“Gale? Gale?” he searched him for any signs of injury. Brushed his hair back from his face before taking his chin in his hand.

Even though he didn’t need to breathe, he felt his chest hammering.

“For fucks sake Gale of Waterdeep if you do not answer me this instant I’m going to burn every book in your tent, with your own wine.”

“Hea…heard you the first time,” Gale coughed and blinked, opening his eyes to look up at Astarion. “You’re holding my face really hard.”

Astarion exhaled slowly and let go of his chin. “Sorry...I thought I could never be scared again, but then Orin showed up pretending to be you and I just…” he ran a hand through his hair. “Are you alright?”

Gale winced as he sat up. “Aside from thinking twice the next time I offer to help someone, no worse for wear I think. And if we never come back here again. That would suit me just fine.”

He climbed down from the altar and rubbed his wrist as they joined the others. If anyone noticed Astarion standing far too close to Gale than normal, or touching him. His arm, his shoulder, a hand on his lower back as they made their way out of the temple no one made any comment.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale x astarion #gale of waterdeep #astarion #astarion ancunin #game spoilers #fic request #act 3 spoilers

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