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If you could give every bg3 companion advice what would it be?
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Soap, receiving ten messages in a row from Gaz, all memes and other silly stuff: “Is she napping on you again?”
Gaz, sending a pic of baby Rosie zonked out on his chest, unable to get up: “Yep.”
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All of the individual full bodies from my piece for The Unexpected Collab!! I really wanted to post these separately/post them in general cuz I worked so hard on everyone and i’m so so so proud of how they all came out and all of the detail work and O;IAHRO;GIHAEO;RGHAEO;RIGHAO;ERIGH (ALSO BONUS GLOIN BY HIMSELF CUZ HES MOSTLY COVERED BY OIN)
Here’s the full piece with a link to the fic it went to as well!!!
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thinking thoughts about gale bringing his and tav's baby to work when tav has to be away
he straps the baby to his back in a purple sling while he teaches
he introduces them to the class as their "guest pupil"
"and also the only participant i would thank to fall asleep in class."
if the baby coos or gurgles when he asks a question he'll accept it as answer
literally "excellent, young mx dekarios! now, to elaborate on that-"
but mostly the baby just falls asleep tucked in the small of his back, soothed by the timbre of his voice
tara keeps a watchful eye on the baby perched on a lecture podium or a bookshelf
gale marking his students' papers with baby strapped to his chest, occasionally reading it out loud and asking for their opinion
"hm, this student appears to believe that cantrips and spells are the same thing. what do you think?" baby blows a raspberry and gale is like "mmm. i agree"
gale practicing his lectures on the baby but they just fall asleep and he's like "oh come now, it can't possibly be that boring"
(he smiles and melts and tucks them in their crib with their favourite teddy and a kiss on their forehead)
gale reading his books in a rocking chair but now he reads it aloud so baby can listen to it as well
gale sharing his opinions about said book as if baby is another fellow academic (they are)
Idk it's like 4am for me just. Gale and baby
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Midnight question for the wizard
I wish there was more about the SUDDEN LIFE CHANGE that Wyll dealt with when he got a +2 to horns he has(I can only imagine the change in sleep poses and how big the weight is on his neck), all there was pointing to his feelins about it was his sulkin in the act 1 party time. But that’s when we artsy peeps come I say and get to have our idea fun, not just for Wyll(which does have the least) but many of them and their dilemmas ,children get loves.
Part 2 | Part 3
Later that night:
Confused vampire doodle for fun XD
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Pov u have entered the lair of The Rizzard
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They both can’t talk like normal people omg. One believes everything is transactional and doesn't even try to just ask. The other one is afraid to say that it’s too fast and so he hides behind lies about his orb. Get therapy idiots
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In the revisited ending of MW3, this is how I hope Soap and Ghost can spend the new year. 🧡
(posted on my Twitter on new year's day but just posted it here now🧡)
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More of pricegaz Rosie AU, in which Gaz and Price have a baby together. This fic is a companion piece to this wonderful art by Rowan. Price finally gets to meet newborn baby Rosanna !
Tags: established pricegaz, trans pregnancy (Gaz), mentioned c-section, extremely schmoopy parental feelings
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John has been in scary situations before – life-threatening ones, truly abhorrent, desperate places.
Nothing so far has prepared him for 6 missed calls from Dorothy.
The moment they’re allowed to make contact with the outside world again, he dials her back immediately, praying the entire time that the dread turning his guts upside down is unwarranted.
“Please, please, please,” he mumbles into the receiver, until the call finally connects.
“John?”
“Is he alright?” are the first words out of his mouth. “Kyle, is he alright?” He sounds frantic even to his own ears.
“More or less,” Dotty says, and she sounds calm enough that John can at least catch his breath a little. “He called me over when he suddenly had strange pain, and we’re at the hospital now.”
Well, there goes his composure.
“And?”
“They’re prepping for an emergency c-section,” Dorothy says. “There is a chance that the baby’s going to end up entangled with the umbilical cord, and she’s a breech too, so we decided that it’s safest to cut her out now.”
John wonders if he’s going to black out. It feels like it.
“Alright,” he manages. “Are you with him?”
“Yeah, he’s here. I’ll give the phone to him.” She pauses. “He’s on some pretty strong painkillers already, though, so he’s a little loopy.”
“Thank you, Dorothy.”
There’s a rustling sound as Dorothy hands the phone to Kyle.
“Sweetheart?” John calls for his love and Kyle chuckles back – the sound is enough to soothe his wildly galloping heartbeat.
“It’s cute when you call me that,” Kyle tells him. The corner of John’s mouth lifts a little.
“You broken?”
“Nah,” Kyle replies. “Not really.”
“You alright then?”
“If an emergency surgery is alright, I guess.” There is a pause, and when Kyle continues he sounds a little slurred: “I wish you were here.”
“I know,” John says, “and I’m sorry. I’ll come as fast as I can, okay? I’ll make Nik break traffic laws.”
“Oh, he’ll like that,” Kyle chuckles again. “Crazy, huh? The baby coming out.”
“That’s one word for it.” John rubs a hand over his eyes. “Dotty is with you, alright? And when you wake up, I’ll be there. You’ll be…” He swallows. “You’ll be fine.”
“Mmh. You better be here then. I’ll kidnap the baby and disappear if you’re not.”
“Ah, threatening me already. I’ll do my best, but you’ll have to blame Nik if I’m late.”
“I’ll shave his head,” Kyle mumbles back and John finally cracks up.
“I’ll tell him to hurry, then.”
“I love you,” Kyle says, and what else can John reply:
“I’ll be there.”
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Once he gets to the Gloucester Royal Hospital, he practically runs to the maternity ward nurse station.
“I’m here for Kyle Garrick,” he says, barely catching his breath. The nurse at the station raises her brows and then smiles.
“John Price?” she asks cheerily.
“Yes.”
“You’re the other father, then,” she says. “Good that you could make it. Kyle seems to be out of surgery by now, I’ll get someone to pick you up and take you to him.”
The short wait time while she flags down another nurse feels like standing on hot coals. John checks his phone again – Dotty hasn’t replied anything yet, but she also hasn’t called again so things can’t be going too badly. He walks back and forth, goes to wash his hands in the restroom, and then goes back to pace in front of the station.
“John?” he hears and perks up. A dark-skinned woman walks up to him with a smile. “I’m Najin, come this way.”
“Thank you— is he alright? I tried to get here as soon as I could—” John trails off, feeling vaguely ashamed.
“He did mention you were probably breaking a couple international air traffic laws to get here,” Najin chuckles. “He’s alright. The surgery went well and he’s expected to have a full recovery. Your daughter is also healthy.”
John nods and tries to remember how to breathe.
They walk down the hallway, until Najin slows down in front of one of the doors, which then opens and out steps Dorothy, about to leave the room.
“John!” she exclaims and then John has his arms full of Kyle’s sister as she jumps in his embrace. “You made it!”
“Thank you, Dotty,” is all John is able to choke out, squeezing her closer.
“Of course,” Dorothy says and pats his back, pulling back, and now that John can see her face properly, her eyes are a little bit puffy. “I’m going to get some coffee. Go meet your kid. She’s mad cute.”
“Alright,” John manages.
“Kyle fell asleep a while ago, poor guy’s knackered,” Dorothy addresses Najin, who nods, and she pats her on the shoulder as she walks off – John assumes they probably know each other, perhaps former coworkers or school friends. “See you soon.”
Najin walks him into the room, where John’s eyes first zero in on Kyle’s sleeping form. He wonders if the explosion of affection in his chest will ever go away – he hopes not. Kyle looks exhausted, dark circles under his eyes, and guilt worms its way in his thoughts again.
“Sir,” Najin reminds him, “this way.”
And then John lays his eyes on Rosanna Garrick Price.
He walks slowly to the see-through crib, where the smallest baby he’s ever seen sleeps soundly, snuffling in her sleep.
He can’t quite describe the emotion. It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before.
“She’s…” he whispers, “small.”
“She is premature,” Najin smiles. “But she’ll start growing before you even notice.” She then touches his arm and says warmly: “Congratulations, you’re a father.”
That finally breaks the dam.
The first sob takes him nearly by surprise. The second less so – soon enough he’s bending over the crib, tears running down his cheeks as he tries to catch his breath. Najin’s smile widens and she rubs his arm in comfort.
“Can I hold her?” John manages between his hiccuping sobs.
“Of course,” Najin says, “do you want me to show you how?”
John nods – he knows how to hold babies, but his brain feels wiped clean as he stares down at his daughter. Najin helps the baby in his arms, making sure he’s supporting her neck, and then John suddenly finds his arms full of his child.
He’s always been good with his hands. They’re calloused from work, used to the weight of a gun or a knife, scarred from ropes and wires. Dependable, fast, swift.
He thought his hands had found their calling holding a weapon.
He’s never been so wrong.
A new purpose opens her eyes in his arms and squints up at him for a moment – and then she sighs and burrows closer to his chest.
This does not help with the tears.
Najin leaves his side to check up on Kyle. John is only vaguely aware of her moving, so fixated on little Rosie. He rocks her a little back and forth, staring at her in awed silence. He’s never really been a crier, he thinks absent-mindedly, but apparently once the tears started falling he can’t stop them now. Every time he looks at her face, his chest constricts with an emotion that he doesn’t know he has ever felt before.
Dear god, he has loved before. He loves Kyle more than he can count the stars in the sky, he loves his team, he’s loved people he has lost. He thought he knew the limits of it, until Kyle came into his life, and when he thought he had felt it all in full, here comes this little wonder and surprises him again.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispers to her, “I can tell already.”
Rosie merely huffs at him. He guesses he deserves it, disturbing her beauty sleep.
And oh, she is a beauty. She’s a bit wrinkly, as newborns are, her little face scrunched up as she concentrates on stealing his heart with every single breath, probably dreaming of her world domination once she wraps him around her tiny pinky finger.
“Sir?” Najin calls out to him.
John hums, acknowledging he’s heard her.
“Kyle will probably be asleep for a while, but nothing seems wrong here, so I’ll leave you two for now. If anything comes up, don’t hesitate to call on us.”
“Thank you,” John says, finally tearing his gaze from Rosanna to meet Najin’s wide grin. “Sorry for, uh…” He lets out a shuddering laugh. “The mess.”
“It’s alright,” Najin laughs. “Best part of the job. Have a nice evening, sir.”
“Thank you, again,” John replies earnestly, and Najin leaves with a friendly wave.
John looks down at Rosie again. Tears well up in his eyes once more and he can’t help but laugh.
“You’re probably the first girl to make me cry like this,” he chuckles and then sniffles, trying to gather himself. “Let’s go wait for your dad to wake up, alright?” He then pauses and frowns as a thought suddenly occurs.
“I didn’t introduce myself to you, did I?” He wipes her tiny cheek with the tip of his finger. “I’m your Da.” A smile breaks on his face again. “Nice to meet you, princess. Let’s hope you get your looks from your Dad and not me.” Another pause. “Don’t tell him I said that, alright?”
Rosanna’s nose twitches in agreement.
John sits on Kyle’s bed, careful not to jostle either him or Rosanna. He looks over to his sleeping partner.
What is he going to say? There is no gratitude, no apology, no atonement or glory great enough. Kyle has given him everything. There is nothing without him. He is nothing without him. How does one express that? How can he ever express how he feels right now, how Kyle has turned his world upside down with this blessing? There are no words for this – perhaps there are poets who could speak it into being, but all John knows is that there is a fire inside him that won’t go out.
So he waits, holds little Rosie in his arms and waits.
At some point the sheets rustle as Kyle shifts, and John gets to watch his lashes flutter as he fights his way to wakefulness.
“Hey,” John whispers. Kyle cracks an eye open.
“Hi,” he replies, voice raspy. “You made it.”
For a moment John wonders how to speak it into being, this feeling that surges inside him like a rising tide.
Before he can come up with a reply, Rosie wiggles in his arms. He looks down at her and—
“Bloody hell, I haven’t stopped crying since I saw her,” John chokes out. “Every time I look at her, I just…”
“Break open all over again? Yeah,” Kyle chuckles, and as John turns back to him with tears streaming down his cheeks, Kyle’s smile has widened to a proud grin.
“I love you,” is what comes out of John’s mouth, and Kyle’s expression slacks to one of surprise – and it is rare that he’s able to drag the words out of his mouth, but there simply is nothing else to say. “I love you, alright? I am nothing without you, and I’m so proud of you.” He leans in carefully to press a soft kiss on Kyle’s forehead, trying not to jostle Rosie too much, and when he pulls back, Kyle brings his hand to John’s cheek to wipe away his tears. John leans into the touch, closing his eyes for just a second.
“You better be,” Kyle says, and his voice is so soothing, as exhausted as he sounds. “I did that all by myself.”
John kisses his palm.
“That you did.”
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Price gets to meet his and Gaz’s little girl for the first time <3
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Happy New Year!
It’s Rosie’s first, so Gaz made them take a family photo 😌
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Baldur's Gate 3 - Companion Icons
The gang's (almost) all here!
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Okokok, feel free to do what you want with this. One-shot, Drabble, imagines. but high Freyr and snuggles, maybe him and the reader just get blazed together, maybe it’s the holidays, Have some fun!!! I think he deserves everything in the world especially after what happened at the end of the game
A/n: I love this! Writing up some Hc’s and a drabble about this.
Modern!Au { Richboy!Freyr with his smol S/O getting high on the holidays }
✨: Freyr is already high the moment you step foot into his pent house.
✨: Perks up the moment he sees you, quickly rushes to your side lifting you up and spins you around.
✨: Messy kisses, kisses all over your face and neck as he hugs you close.
✨: Talks a mile a minute before he drags you over to the couch and asks if you want a hit of his blunt.
✨: Freyr taking a hit then blowing the smoke in your mouth. It quickly turns into a make out session which leads to a lot of heavy petting and dry humping.
✨: Hunger out weighs the need for sex, you both order so much.
✨: Eating all the food while watching cheesy Christmas movies.
✨: You snuggled into his lap, both of you falling asleep in each others arms. Freyr with his arms wrapped tightly around you, you with your face buried into his neck.
+•+
“Freyr! Babe I’m back.”
Stepping into the pent house, you wrinkled your nose. Usually the man would be here by now making some quip to you. Locking the door you placed your keys onto the counter top then made your way into the living room only to see your boyfriend sprawled out on the couch, a wide smile on his face though his head quickly snapped towards you his smile growing.
“Y/n! My sunshine.” His words sounded slurred and then that’s when you smelt it, biting back a snort you couldn’t believe that he got high.
Pushing up from the couch, Freyr nearly fell back down but quickly rushed to your side. The man was still surprisingly strong even with his mind in a fog.Holding you tightly, his face nuzzled your neck until he started to place kisses all over your face and neck. His hand squeezing your hips tightly, pulling back he then gave you a blissful smile. “You’re so beautiful.”
Humming he then carried you off to the couch, falling back as he held onto you. “Wanna…wanna smoke with em?”
Shaking your head your lips twitched into a smile as you took the rolled paper from his fingers. “Now how can I say no to that cute face.” Giving his cheek a pinch you took a hit of the pot, sighing you relaxed in his arms. You didn’t even notice Freyr take another hit, you didn’t notice as he in her his face closer until he pressed his lips against yours pushing the smoke in your mouth.
Eagerly returning the kiss, your mind started to grow foggy as your fingers clutched his shirt tightly.
It was going to be a fun night.
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- Unwinding The Ties
Freyr x Original Female Character
Warnings: Smut +18 ONLY
Vali. A name once, her name. But now it was more of a command. Uttered to instruct, to demand. She hated hearing her name from the lips of her supposed family. The ones who looked at her with scorn, with confusion. Odin with his expectant stare, always watching her like an owner waiting for the dog to perform a trick. She loathed the way her name sounded from him.
But not with Freyr. She longed to hear her name spill from his lips. Heavy on his breath, a curse and a prayer. Her name has never sounded as sweet. Hands slide through her hair pulling her away from his lips before he can suffocate.
It was just another way to rebel against her father at first, her and Freyr. It started with long walks through Vanaheim. Carrying herself through the forests with the same self-importance and entitlement as her father. Not only to get away from the dull everyday of Asgard, but to prove to herself that not only could she do anything she liked, but that she had the balls to.
And to prove that the All-Mighty Odin couldn’t control her movements, and the wise god was none the wiser to her ventures.
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𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘍𝘙𝘌𝘠𝘙 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕
𝘧!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 | 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘹
often sex with freyr begins with the fact that he covers your hips with kisses, being between it
he takes it off, strokes the sides, throwing your legs over his shoulders
if this is sex in a missionary position, then he just likes to snuggle so close that it does not give you the opportunity to move once again
his thrusts are slow rather than fast — but accurate, it make you arch your back
he gives it completery
freyr showers kisses on your neck, moaning every time you squeezed him when he finds a more sensitive area on your neck
if it's sex in the poss of a rider, then it holds your hips, not allowing you to speed up the rhythm
even if you want it so much or you already feel the approach of orgasm and you need it
he will set the rhythm himself, watching how your facial expression changes, and enjoy it even more
it gives him pleasure when you squeeze or bite hos shoulders
if this is reverse the pose of a rider, then this is a great pose in order to enjoy the dick inside you and clitoral stimulation
you just lean your head back on his shoulders, digging your nails into his forearms and get amazing pleasure
in this position, he most often runs his nose along the curves of your neck, kissing under your ear
he will do everything to make you feel satisfied
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