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bluerose5 · 1 day

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When Anders didn't show up for supper that night, Gale tried not to worry.

Given all that he had been through, Anders needed time to himself, he tried to reason, but it was a futile effort.

He could only pour over scrolls for so long before he went in search for him.

Not that he had to go far.

Anders was still in camp at least, perched on an outcropping of rock that overlooked the nearby lake.

He waved his hand through the air in intricate patterns, and wisps of light burst forth in an array of colors, forming shapes as he willed it.

Before Gale had a chance to announce his presence, Anders angled his head ever so slightly to the side and spoke.

"Surprised it took you this long to come find me," he greeted.

After a split second of hesitation, Gale stepped forward to join him, taking a seat on the rock beside him as silver moonlight shined down on them from above.

"How did you know I was there?" he asked, watching the first wisp dissipate before Anders crafted another.

"I was what my people called a Grey Warden, remember?" he said as way of explanation. "Always had to be alert in case of a random darkspawn attack." His face scrunched up then, nose wrinkled in disdain. "And it always paid to be vigilant in the Circles."

Gale watched him closely, how he steeled himself at the mere mention of the Circles, how guarded his expression became.

It hurt in a way that he had no words for, to hear what he had suffered in that Thedas of his for simply possessing magic.

It was mind-boggling to Gale, the very notion...

In an attempt to turn both of their minds away to less infuriating subjects, Gale nodded at Anders' light display.

"Having fun?" he asked, glad to see it when Anders cracked a smile.

"Yeah, I guess I am," he admitted in a small whisper. "It's calming, you know, to be able to cast for the sake of doing it. To not have to use my magic for battle for once. To not have to hide it for fear of the Templars or the Chantry.

"Maker, I can't even explain to you how happy I am to finally be able to wear robes out in the open again!" Anders laughed, even as his eyes started to glisten with unshed tears. "It might be strange, having to use a source of power other than the Fade, but..."

He trailed off with a shrug, then looked over at Gale, golden brown eyes drinking in the sight of him from head to toe.

Gale shivered when a nightly breeze trailed over him.

Goosebumps spread over his skin like wildfire.

Smirking, Anders leaned in and whispered, "But I had an excellent teacher."

Gale's heart skipped a beat.

"Is that so?" he breathed.

"Mm-hmm..."

Anders' eyes darted down to Gale's lips, and he sank his teeth into his bottom lip.

Gale swallowed thickly in response.

He couldn't help it. He was drawn in like a moth to a flame.

He leaned in closer as well, so close that he could feel Anders' breath upon his lips.

Their noses brushed. They adjusted the angle, but then uncertainty struck Gale at the most inopportune moment.

He averted his eyes with a bashful grin.

"I, uh, ahem." He cleared his throat. "Are we really about to...?"

"To kiss?"

"Uh-huh."

"I don't know," Anders answered. "Are we? Because I'm certainly not opposed."

"Neither am I," Gale said, perhaps a bit too fast, had it been anyone else, "but you deserve a more romantic display, surely!"

"Heh." Anders chucked and shook his head at him in disbelief. "Gale, what could possibly be more romantic than this? Here I am, embracing my freedom with a smart, handsome man such as yourself and getting swept up in the moment under the night sky. Let me spell it out for you: if there was ever a time for you to make your move, then this is it."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay, alright. On that note, I must confess," he told him, "that it has been a while since I've been with anyone physically. Turns out, self-imposed isolation isn't exactly conducive to matters of the flesh."

"No matter," Anders said. Reaching out, he grabbed Gale by the fabric of his robes and dragged him forward until their lips were only a hair’s width away. "I have to say it's been a while for me as well. Perhaps this is something we can explore again. Together."

"And Justice?" Gale asked, concerned. "Is he okay with this too?"

"Trust me," Anders said, huffing out a breath of a laugh, "you would know if he had an issue with it. He doesn't." Not now. Not when they had the luxury to focus their attention elsewhere. Not when they didn't have a current cause to consume their days. Anders tightened his grip, pressed himself against him. "Now, kiss me."

"You don't have to tell me twice."

Their lips barely brushed when a voice pierced through the darkness.

"Mr. Dekarios!" Tara called out. "Mr. Dekarios! Where are y— Oh, there you are! And Mr. Anders, too. How delightful!"

They jumped apart, wide-eyed with shock, when their resident tressym made an appearance.

Their faces instantly flooded with warmth, neither of them quite able to meet each other's eyes.

Tara sat down a few feet away, staring at them intently.

"Mr. Dekarios! The gravest emergency has occurred, and I need your immediate assistance." It was then that she sensed the tension between the two, her ears perking up. "Wait! I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?"

"No!" they both answered, but Tara was far from dumb.

"Oh, my! I was, wasn't I? Well, by all means, don't let me interrupt," she said, yet she made no move to leave, watching them as her wings fluttered.

Gale grimaced.

Anders had to slap a hand over his mouth to muffle his giggles, ignoring Gale's glare while he got to his feet.

"Why, Lady Tara, our conversation can surely wait in the face of what sounds like a dire circumstance," Anders said, bowing lightly to her. "May I?"

She tilted her head up and said, "You may."

Anders gathered her into his arms.

"What a gentleman!" she praised as he pet her. "Isn't he such a darling, Mr. Dekarios?"

"Yes, Tara, he is," Gale said, following their lead as he stood up with a groan. "Now, what is this emergency you spoke of?"

"Ah, yes!" She ruffled her feathers. "Sir Astarion left at the most inopportune time to go hunting. Usually, he is up for such a task, but my feathers need preening and my fur needs brushing before I head to bed. It is a task of the utmost importance, you understand."

"But of course," Anders readily agreed. "Let's see to that at once, shall we?"

"Leave it to you to encourage her," Gale sighed.

"Try not to get jealous," Anders teased, leading the way to his tent. "I'll make sure to spare some time for you later. We still have much to discuss, after all."

"That, we do."

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #dragon age #da2 #anders #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #ganders #gale x anders #anders x gale #what would be a cute ship name for them #like all the bg3 ones #fadeweave #yeah I'll go with that #bluerose writes #tara the tressym #crossover

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v0xtagram · 6 months

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Hear me out. Anders(DA2)/Gale(BG3) as a crack ship.

Them cuddling together with their cats. Rambling on about whatever they've been reading about at the time. One of them falling asleep on the other after a while. 🥺

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #dragon age 2 #da2 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #anders dragon age #anders x gale #gale x anders #my posting garbage

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demigoddessqueens · 8 months

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touch

Thinking of touch-starved men…, their eyes follow your hands and fingers so carefully, anxiously, getting easily jealous at how casual your touches are with others who are not them; always lingering where you are, seeking out your presence and just wanting a sliver of your attention away from everyone else; touch-starved ones who have a quiet gasp whenever you place your hands over theirs or just a casual friendly touch; chills along their spine and entire body as you play with their hair; hugs make them freeze in their tracks before arms tentatively wrap around you like your made of glass or a stardust that will vanish the second it’s over

EDIT: they can’t help but swallow down their moan(s) when your fingers brush through their hair, lightly touching the exposed back of their neck

Just….touch starved characters…

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lesbianshadowheart · 6 months

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Actually the most important thing that would happen if the bg3 crew came to Thedas is that decades of sexual tension between Leliana and Morrigan would be resolved by them ending up having a threesome with Shadowheart

#bg3 #dragon age #shadowheart #leliana #morrigan #'what if gale and anders met up' 'who would win in a fight x or y'#but i see the most important truth

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bright-cloud · 26 days

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✨You put the stars to shame✨

Posting some screenshots of my Tav: Anders. My sweet, kindhearted paladin of selune whom is heart eyes for a certain wizard.

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cumstainedpartypants · 4 months

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ngl im in my da2 feels and i think im gonna romance anders gale with a definitely-not-hawke tav just so i can live my fluff domestic ending fantasy

#i was thinking eldritch knight half elf as hawke #i have always played mage hawkes but something about fighter x wizard just hits different #i know narravitely speaking anders and gale have very little in common. i know. its about the vibes #da2

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pachitene · 5 months

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#look #i should have known at this point that the *strange wizard* is my tipe #after morrigan and anders and solas #like #am i blind?#love u gale #btw u now have my fav oc #trinity #gale x tav #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale bg3 #bg3 #baldurs gate screenshots #mine #pachitene #tiefling #tiefling x gale

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chaoticbardlady99 · 6 months

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Lethal Woman (GN! Reader x Astarion) Chapter 2

Title is inspired by the song Dove Cameron sings. The picture of Astarion is is by @aristenfromwarsaw on Tumblr. Nightmask and Astarion’s tattoo are off the internet, the picture of Rowan is from my PlayStation lol!

Background- You are a Nightmask Death Bringer who was kidnapped by a Nautiloid Ship. Along with 6 strangers, you look for a solution to getting the unwanted tenants in your heads.

Trigger Warnings: Violence, death, mentions of abuse

Story begins in Act 1

(Sorry guys, it's kinda long)

Chapter Two- Astarion

Chapter Three

Blinking awake, Astarion jumps up from the ground in a panic- finding the nearest rock to hide behind. Astarion takes inventory of himself, looking for signs of burning or other injuries. Except… Astarion didn’t feel any burning at all. In fact, he can feel the sun and it feels good. Astarion steps out from the shadows with the anticipation of being burned alive, but again, nothing happens. Astarion feels a massive grin spread across his face. No Cazador. No burning.

It is a miracle and he has the Mind Flayer of all beings to thank for it.

Shadowheart had come across him first as he stood on the beach. She had seen past his false guise and there was a brief tumble between the two before they ultimately came to an understanding. They both had a tadpole in their heads and they both wanted it out of their heads. Astarion hadn’t felt that way at first, but becoming an ugly, tentacled creature wasn’t on his immortal agenda.

Slowly their group became bigger. An unremarkable wizard named Gale joined after Shadowheart so graciously pulled him out of his portal. Then there was Lae’zel, who just barely made the cut (Astarion and Gale had managed to convince Shadowheart that Lae’zel was a valuable asset despite all her bitching). Last, but not least, they played “hero” outside of the Druid’s Grove and met the “Mighty” Blade of Frontiers.

Zevlor had asked Shadowheart if she would assist him in convincing Kagha not to force the Tiefling refugees out. Shadowheart had looked back at Lae’zell wearily before turning back to Zevlor.

“Unfortunately, it’s going to have to wait. We are still looking for one more person from the Nautiloid crash. Their name is Rowan- they haven't happened to come through here have they?”

As Zevlor and Shadowheart talked, Astarion pondered over Shadowheart’s insistence to find them. Astarion could hardly understand Shadowheart’s infatuation with this “Rowan”.

You’re obsessed because she saved you? He scoffed before thinking, pathetic. That is how thralls are made.

However, now that Wyll had led them to this “Devil” he was searching for, Astarion understood the infatuation.

A clash of swords hit the air on The Risen Road. A scream of terror causes Astarion to stop in his tracks as a man comes clambering out of the wood building, tripping over his own feet as he looks behind him in fear. The group takes cover in the nearby brush to avoid detection.

Before any of them could even blink, they watch the individual he is running from emerge from the entrance. They wore black, thick leather rogue armor that hugs their figure- accentuating their feminine silhouette. Their legs are covered in strapped in throwing knives. They hold a short sword and a dagger as they unhurriedly approach the man who is scrambling on the ground. However, the most unsettling part of the person’s armor is the slate black mask with eye holes and a mouth. Eyes glowing red, they menacingly watch their prey through the mask.

“Please! I’m begging you! I- I’ll leave and,” the mysterious stranger tilts their head to the side as the man begs and lets out a slow melodic laugh. The man’s body becomes shaken with a sobs, “please! I don’t want to die.”

“Well Anders,” they say, “maybe you should have thought about that before you attempted to kidnap my companion.”

The man, Anders, goes to speak, but the words die on his lips as your dagger goes straight through his mouth, piercing the back of his throat, and severing the connections between his spinal cord and his brain. Astarion hears Gale take a sharp breath next to him. The man slumps over and the Masked figure takes their dagger out of Anders’ mouth- wiping the blood off in the grass.

After cleaning their dagger, they stand up and take of their mask.. Their eyes went from a bright, crimson to reveal a completely different color- natural and beautiful. Their ponytail is caked in blood and sweat- falling out of its knot in tiny pieces. If they hadn’t just stabbed a man straight through the mouth with the same terrifying eyes of his master- he would describe their appearance as ethereal.

“That’s Rowan!” Shadow Heart whispers.

Gale looks at Shadow Heart as if he is trying to determine if it’s a joke or not. When Shadow Heart doesn’t show any sign of sarcasm, he looks at her with a touch of fear in his eyes.

“You were saved by a Night mask Deathbringer?” Gale says in disbelief, a hint of poison in his voice.

Interesting. Astarion thinks, I wonder if a Nightmask Deathbringer is similar to a Bhaal Deathbringer.

Astarion has very limited knowledge on Deathbringers, seeing as they weren’t the kind of people you wanted to associate yourself with as a Magistrate. Well, and Bhaal Deathbringers were not necessarily known for their kindness or restraint- killing anyone who so much as looks at them funny.

No, you were different- composed and methodical. He admires your handiwork with the dagger- quick and to the point. He can appreciate that.

“I AM NEVER GOING BACK!”

BOOM!

The whole party seems to jump at the sudden noise and he watches as you whip around on your heels. You throw your hands up in exasperation.

“She couldn’t wait like five minutes for me to loot the place?!” You say before pinching the bridge of your nose.

CRASH!

You groan out loud and Astarion flinches as another loud CRASH followed by more flames comes from the building. The destruction continues for another minute until a tall, crimson Tiefling comes out of the building. One horn broken, one horn intact.

“Karlach,” Wyll hisses,”your ‘friend’ is working with Karlach.”

Lae’zel puts her sword out to prevent Wyll from sneaking forward. Lae’zel glares at him.

“Careful, ishtik. They are deadly, but a valuable ally.”

Shadow Heart nods in agreement, “We can’t attack them. We should approach them at their camp. Maybe we can reason with them and then we can fight Karlach together.”

“We don’t even know where their camp is,” Gale says, “we would need to be tracking them and not to be rude, but we certainly aren’t the quietest bunch.”

Astarion perks up- it’s his time to shine.

“No worries,” he states, “I’ll track them and find their camp.”

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Despite the groups’ reluctance, Astarion was able to track down your camp. You weren’t there, but Karlach was loudly singing while setting up her tent. After getting back to camp, they all mutually agreed to go back at sunset to confront them.

Astarion walks alongside Shadow Heart, offering up some harmless flirting. She asks him about his current “relationship” status, he offers an ingenious response, and she rolls her eyes, annoyed.

“This is what I get for trying,” She sighs.

Astarion rolls his own eyes. Shadow Heart is alluring, but Gods does she have a stick up her ass. He felt like saying he “prefers savory” was funny.

The entire group had decided to go so that, if it came to a fight, you and Karlach would be outnumbered. Astarion argued that he didn’t think it would matter and you would be able to kill them all by yourself. Everyone nervously looked at each other, refusing to entertain the idea that their journey could be coming to a quick, short end. Astarion was very interested in seeing where this rendezvous goes. He has a good feeling. Wyll suddenly puts his hand up to signal for silence. One-by-one, each of his companions creep towards the clearing and peer through the brush.

“Remember that we are here to talk first” Shadow Heart curtly says to Wyll, “we don’t know if they know Karlach is a Devil. They could turn against her.”

“As long as they don’t mess with the blade, they won’t feel the sting.” Wyll says under his breath.

If Astarion was capable of puking, that would have been his cue. Except he was rather busy studying you. Your face being reflected by the fire made you look soft- a stark contrast to the version of you he saw earlier. You have delicate features with scars wrapping around your neck- one of the scars crawling along your face under your left eye. Your hair is in a ponytail with your bangs braided into the rest of your hair- blood and dirt free. The color of your hair is earthy and bright. Your laughter echoes like wind chimes in his ears and he finds himself pitching forward to hear more. Your body is strong, healthy, and lean- your strength evident under your worn camp clothes.

You are beautiful, but your body language suggests that you think otherwise. Your posture suggests a lack of self-esteem and the way you seem to try to cave into yourself tells him you are shy. Maybe even painfully so. This would be easy. He didn’t even need instincts for this- it was Seduction and Manipulation 101.

Well, well, well, I may just be the luckiest Spawn after all.

Astarion is in need of powerful allies- you just happen to meet that need. It would be easy to seduce you with honeyed words and attention. He knows that his condition may eventually be found out and he would need someone to defend him. Not to mention that his sociopathic master is probably searching for him- his master’s favorite toy. He winces at his thoughts and tries to refocus on what he can do to get rid of these obstacles. His brain begins to formulate a plan- the same “plan” he’s used for the last two centuries.

Seduce them, sleep with them, manipulate their feelings, he thinks.

He smirks to himself.. This was child’s play. After he manipulates you into helping him get rid of Cazador and this tadpole, he would discard you and live his life as a free man. He would never be tortured, oppressed, or violated ever again.

Gale interrupts Astarion’s thoughts with a pointed question at Wyll.

“Wyll… I am pretty sure Karlach is a Tiefling.”

Wyll turns around and stares Gale down with a look of confusion. His confusion quickly turned into irritation.

“Karlach is a Devil, Gale,” Wyll continues, “my source is very good and is rarely wrong.”

Venom coats Wyll’s voice.

“Testy,” Astarion says with a shit eating grin.“I, for one, think they would both make excellent allies- Devil or not.”

Wyll looks at Astarion with daggers before turning back around to look at the camp. Wyll freezes and reaches for his blade.

Astarion follows his gaze and to his surprise- the camp is empty and the campfire is out.

Suddenly, he watches Wyll hit the ground with a hard thud. Astarion stares in shock (and admittedly, a twisted happiness) as the empty space where Wyll stood was now occupied by you.

Astarion feels a sense of dread for Wyll as you leer down at him with red, glowing eyes.

“Well hello,” You say sweetly, a smile stretching its way across your face with your canines showing.

He feels a shock ripple through his body as your voice hits his ears. Your voice is soft, but fear mongering. Commanding.

“What’s all this about messing with the Sword and getting the Blade,” your smile becomes a tinge malicious, “it appears you aren’t very good at keeping your word. All you have done is bore me.”

Wyll growls and lunged from the ground towards you. You simply side step him, put your foot out, and he trips.

You smile like a cat playing with a mouse.

“Fighting with emotion will never work for youuuuu,” you say in a sing-songey voice.

Wyll getting up off the ground, wheezing, lunges for you again. This time you manage to flip Wyll behind you on his back by using his momentum against him. You laugh heartily, obviously enjoying yourself. Astarion could hardly look away. You could have killed him by now, but you haven’t. As much as he would love to continue to watch you torment the Blade of Frontiers, he is ready to put his plan in action.

“Gods Wyll,” Astarion says with a bored groan, “have you honestly not learned your lesson?”

A chuckle erupts from behind a nearby tree. Karlach comes around the corner and gently puts her hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay Soldier,” she says with amusement in her voice, “I think he learned his lesson.”

You roll your eyes and attempt to hide a joking smile with a faux pout, “You really aren’t any fun.”

Karlach gives you a wide grin before she looks at Wyll and the rest of the party. Your eyes wander over the party and they stop at him. If you suspect him to be a vampire spawn, you don’t show it. He gives you a charming grin and you lift your eyebrows in amusement- the corner of your mouth tugging upwards.

Let the games begin.

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It had taken the entire party to convince Wyll that Karlach wasn’t a devil. Astarion found it ironic that the supposed hero was so quick to blindly follow someone’s orders- and to kill an innocent no less!

Astarion feels exhausted, but he is struggling to sleep after his nightmare. The thirst, the hunger was unbearable, but he is too consumed with figuring out how to get back to Cazador. The panic is settling in his chest. He needs to get back or he is going to be punished severely. He’s broken the rules and he will pay. Flashes of his time in the tomb begin to appear in his mind.

No, I am not going back. I can walk in the sun. He pauses and comes to a realization. He’s already broken two of Cazador’s rules and Cazador hasn’t been able to keep him controlled since the tadpole had been inserted in his brain. What if he can break other rules?

He looks around camp- his eyes settling on your sleeping form. You may empathize with him..

Earlier in the day, he pestered Gale while you and Karlach set up your tents at the bigger groups’ campground. Shadowheart was assisting you both as she talked with you in a hushed tone. Gale, despite his signs of exasperation with every question Astarion asked, explained that a Night Mask Deathbringer is different from the Bhaal Deathbringers that Astarion has read about. You were part vampire, but you aren’t completely undead. Immortal, fast, strong, and just as lethal as a Vampire Spawn. You can drink blood and you can eat food. You can charm or scare a person with a single look and you can use Ghost Step to surprise your “victims' ' as Gale referred to them. Oh, and you could be out in the sun whenever you want. It may not be comfortable for you on a very sunny day, but you won’t burn alive. He had felt so green with envy when Gale described your capabilities. He would do anything to be able to have all the strength of a Vampire Spawn with none of the unwanted side effects. However, Gale told Astarion he does not know how one becomes a Night Mask Deathbringer as it’s a secret rite within the Guild, but the Faceless have to deem you worthy. The heads of the factions within the Guild bring their “Champions” to the Faceless each year and have them fight to the death. The last person standing gets to become a Deathbringer and take orders from the Faceless. When Astarion pushed Gale further about who the Faceless is, he shrugs.

“Honestly, I have no idea. Elminster never told me who the Faceless is, just that he hasn’t been seen since Deathbringers began to appear to enact his will.”

“So basically fake vampires with all the benefits and none of the side effects,” his voice comes out in a sharp hiss.

“Basically.”

Astarion slowly rises from his bed roll and sneaks up to you. He’s quiet as a mouse. He gently put his arms on either side of you, your neck exposed and ready for him. Right when he thinks he’s going to get away with biting you while you are asleep, you wake up with a gasp and your eyes meet him with a confused sleepiness.

“Shit.”

You get up to confront him. If looks could kill, he’d be dead for real this time.

“It’s not what it looks like, I swear!”

You give him an unconvinced look.

“I wasn’t going to hurt you! I just need some… well… blood.” he says sheepishly.

He peers at your face and he sees your glare melt a bit. You are still guarded, but open to hearing him out.

“I feed on animals! Boars, deers, kobolds- whatever I can get. I’m just too slow right now,” He pauses, “too weak.”

You continue to stare at him, so he continues.

“If I just had a little blood I could think clearer. Fight better,” his voice comes out with more emphasis than he wanted it to, “Please.”

He tries not to wince at how desperate he sounds. Your arms uncross and you put your hands on your hip, eyes narrowing while you look at him.

“So you weren’t trying to kill me in the middle of the night?”

Astarion gawks at you, a hint of amusement in your eyes.

“That’s your question?” he hisses in disbelief.

“I knew you were a vampire spawn right away,” You look at him with a wry smile and point to your canines, “fake vampire, remember?”

Astarion mentally face palms and chides himself for maybe inquiring about your condition too loudly.

Of course you would be able to figure out he is a vampire spawn. You are half-vampire yourself and you heard him bitterly call you a fake vampire.

You sit back down on your bed roll and sweep your hair away from your neck. He stares at you with confusion and wide eyes.

Are you…? No it can’t…. Possibly be this easy?

“Well come on, aren’t you going to drink?”

#astarion x reader #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate fanart #astarion x you #astarion romance #vampire #baldur's gate iii #fanfiction

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notebooks-and-laptops · 3 months

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BG3 x Dragon Age Romance Crossover Polls Master post

THE BG3 CREW AND DA2

Who would Wyll Romance?

Who would Minthara Romance?

Who would Halsin Romance?

Who would Karlach Romance?

Who would Lae'zel Romance?

Who would Shadowheart Romance?

Who would Astarion Romance?

Who would Gale Romance?

KIRKWALL GANG

Who would Anders Romance?

Who would Fenris Romance?

Who would Merrill Romance?

Who would Isabela Romance?

Who would Sebastian Romance?

Who would Carver Romance?

Who would Bethany Romance?

ORIGINS CREW

Who would Alistair romance?

Who would Morrigan romance?

Who would Leliana romance?

Who would Zevran romance?

INQUISITION CREW

Who would Josephine Romance?

Who would Cullen Romance?

Who would The Iron Bull romance?

Who would Cassandra Romance?

Who would Blackwall Romance?

Who would Solas Romance?

Who would Dorian Romance?

Who would Sera Romance

#da2 #bg3 #dai #dao

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stephschoices · 3 months

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I LOVE YOUR BLOG! can I ask you some questions?

hope you don't mind the sheer mass of details. - Which 5 interactive fictions are you most looking forward to have an update? demo out already - Which 5 interactive fictions are you most looking forward to have a demo out? no demo yet - Which 5 interactive fictions are you all time favorites? fully published - Which 5 love interests are your all time favorites? a) from published games, b) from wips - Which 5 mcs are your favorites? they don't even have to be from any of the interactive fiction above - Which 3 tropes are your absolute favorites that you would always go for? - If you had to pick between your favorite love interests, which would you: marry, kiss, smash, kill? - what kind of interactive fiction was not written yet but you hope somebody will write it one day?

Now more personal, again, only if it is ok for you.

- your favorite food - your favorite (printed) book - your favorite love interest from a video game - which celebrity would you like to meet if it could be absolutely anybody?

thank you for hearing me out steph - hope your day is beautiful

Thank you for all the questions lol 😂 sorry it took me a while to answer!

This is gonna be long so under the cut!

Which 5 interactive fictions are you most looking forward to have an update? demo out already

@theunseelieif

@fallenlightsif

@esper-game

@sekhmetswrath-if

@unwilling-souls-if

Which 5 interactive fictions are you most looking forward to have a demo out? no demo yet

@pavedinashes-if

@inkandlaces-if

@dereliction-if

@ellawrites-if (whisper in the mist)

@indeepertidesif

Which 5 interactive fictions are you all time favorites? fully published

i dont read many fully published ifs so if i had to choose some that have at least one fully finished book-

@barbwritesstuff (blood moon)

when the night comes

@the-passenger-if

@seraphinitegames (wayhaven chronicles)

@gb-patch (our life now & forever)

Which 5 love interests are your all time favorites? a) from published games, b) from wips

finished:

cove (@gb-patch - our life now & forever)

vadeyn (@underbliss - ebon light)

marco (@barbwritesstuff - blood moon)

nate (@seraphinitegames - wayhaven chronicles)

hadrian (@anathemafiction - the golden rose)

wips:

morgan (@theunseelieif)

pepe (@inkandlaces-if)

xander (@unwilling-souls-if)

tie between blade & red (@shepherds-of-haven)

griffin (@bodycountgame)

Which 5 mcs are your favorites? they don't even have to be from any of the interactive fiction above

this is really tough, but at the moment i'll say

tie between indigo & este & jade (paved in ashes / ink & laces)

fleur (unwilling souls)

cyra (the unseelie)

tie between rumaiza & leliana (disenchanted)

tie between ellery & arainia (shepherds of haven)

Which 3 tropes are your absolute favorites that you would always go for?

best friend or childhood friends to lovers

monster who thinks theyre unlovable x person who loves them unconditionally

arranged marriage

If you had to pick between your favorite love interests, which would you: marry, kiss, smash, kill?

marry: vadeyn, morgan, xander, red

kiss: cove, hadrian, pepe, blade

smash: marco, nate, griffin

kill: NO ONE

What kind of interactive fiction was not written yet but you hope somebody will write it one day?

anything based on my favorite media, right now im thinking video games; dragon age, swtor, fallout, bioshock, mass effect, tbh wouldnt mind one based on bg3 lol

your favorite food

taco bell

your favorite (printed) book

gonna be real honest, i havent read a book in many years lol but for the sake of answering i will unironically admit i love the twilight saga and read them all at least twice in middle and high school

your favorite love interest from a video game

official: Cullen (Dragon Age), Anders (Dragon Age), Alistair (Dragon Age), Theron (SWTOR), Gale (BG3), Kaidan (Mass Effect), Danse (Fallout)

unofficial: Butch (Fallout), Max (The Outer Worlds)

which celebrity would you like to meet if it could be absolutely anybody

hmmm this is tough but I'd say all members of Day6, Mamamoo, Ateez, and Itzy. And also DPR Ian <3 I'd say VAV too but I've already met them ~

#that was a lot lol #i really do appreciate the questions <3

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Gale: Supper is ready! Anders, put that book down and come eat.

Anders: One moment. I'm almost done with this chapter.

Gale: Now, Anders.

Anders: *ignores him*

Gale: Alright then, I hate that it had to come to this— *takes a deep breath*

Anders: No, no, no. Dont. You. Dare.

Gale: TARA!

Anders: You ass!

Tara: Mr. Dekarios, no need to shout. Tell me, what is all this ruckus about?

Gale: Anders isn't eating dinner.

Anders: I was going to! I was just caught up in reading this book, and I—

Tara, disappointed: Oh, Mr. Anders, that simply won't do! I admire a fellow scholar's thirst for knowledge as much as the next wizard, but you are already as thin as a pole, my dear! You need some meat on those bones. Surely you could spare a minute or two for a tiny morsel, yes?

Anders: ... Yes.

Gale: 😌

Tara: Great! Now that this matter is resolved, you two behave. I must return to sir Astarion's side. We were exchanging stories of our various prey, and he was sharing the most riveting tale about a bear. How exciting!

Anders, waiting until she is out of earshot: I hate you.

Gale, bowl of stew already in hand: No, you don't.

Anders: Can't believe you used Tara against me. That has to be the highest crime imaginable.

Gale: And it works every time.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #dragon age #da2 #gale dekarios #anders #crossover #gale x anders #anders x gale #bluerose writes #ganders

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Devil with the Heart of Iron

[Astarion x Named Tav]

“We should rest for a bit,” Gale proposed, looking amongst his companions.

Astarion nodded, a sly smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “That sounds like an excellent idea,” he said, his eyes flickering to Phayelynn. “In the meantime, the Zhentarim hideout should be around here. Why don’t Phayelynn and I go take a look while the rest of you take a short rest?”

He placed a hand on Phayelynn’s lower back.

Gale gave him a wary glance, uneasy about the two leaving alone. Something else felt wrong, and the fact that he seemed to be getting closer to Phayelynn with each passing moment only added to his discomfort.

He was about to offer to go with them, but before he could, Astarion grinned down at her and began leading her away from them all.

“I don’t like him,” Gale narrowed his eyes to their retreating forms.

“Awe, Fangs?” Karlach laughed, “Really? He’s a little rough around the edges, but I think they’re cute together.”

Gale let out a groan.

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Phay's future bestie Karlach is finally here!!!

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Devil with the Heart of Iron

Phayelynn liked Karlach.

However, she could do without the spreading fire left in the Tiefling’s wake as she raged, smashing and tearing down the walls of the Tollhouse.

“Karlach is positively ferocious,” Lae’zel said with a hum of admiration, watching the scene before them.

“Bet you’re glad you came now.” Phayelynn nodded in awed agreement. Her eyes flickered to the spreading flames, a cough escaping her throat as the smoke thickened. “But maybe we should probably wait out for her to finish.”

There was no argument as everyone filed outside. Shadowheart pulled Gale off to the side, moving to heal him. He had taken the brunt of a thunderous smite from one of the ‘Paladins of Tyr’ sent after Karlach.

Phayelynn watched as more of the building caught fire.

The flames danced across her eyes as she recalled the vision that Karlach’s tadpole had shown them.

Avernus- the first layer of the Nine Hells. Flashes of Karlach fighting through armies of demons, cutting down the Archdevil Zariel’s servants, her blade sharp and attacks desperate. Her eyes darted around, seeking escape. Then, the Nautiloid appeared.

And then the Blade of Frontiers.

Wyll was sent to kill Karlach- a victim, not a devil.

The bard narrowed her eyes as she spotted Wyll joining them. Her hand still rested on the hilt of her dagger, the adrenaline from the fight still not fully worn off. She moved before she could convince herself otherwise.

To stop and think.

“Who sent you after Karlach?” she demanded, her voice sharp with suspicion and her eyes scanning his face for any hint of dishonesty.

As she reached him, Karlach finally exited the Tollhouse.

Wyll looked between them both, hesitating momentarily.

“I can’t say,” He averted his eyes to the ground.

Karlach took a few deep breaths, descending the stairs and towards where they stood near the stone bridge. Her expression was surprisingly calm.

“Oh, come on, go on Wyll. We’re listening,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “Who sicced you on me?”

Wyll met her eye and frowned. “You’re not the only one who’d had a villain’s knife held to your throat, Karlach,” he replied.

“If you’re afraid I’m going to cut you down, there’s no need to be mate,” Karlach smirked. If she weren’t afraid, she’d scorch him she’d pat him on the back for good measure, but she refrained. “I already forgave ya’. With Zariel involved, you were clearly misled.”

Phayleynn scoffed.

“Forgave him? He was sent to kill you! How can you already have forgiven him?” she exclaimed, her hand jerking towards Wyll.

She knew she wasn’t being fair.

“It’s not right to blame him,” Karlach gave her a stern look. “If he really wanted to kill me, he wouldn’t have seen reason and would’ve tried to take my head instead of helping me fight Anders.”

Karlach gave Wyll a kind smile.

Wyll shifted at this uncomfortably.

Astarion, who’d been looting nearby crates, laughed, gaining everyone’s attention. He stood up straight, pocketing some stray gold. Folding his hands behind his back, he looked over the three of them, his eyes settling on Wyll.

“Apologies,” he said with a grin and tilt of his head. “I just couldn’t help but find it funny that she,” he motioned towards Karlach, “would make the famed Blade of Frontiers squirm. No offense, Karlach. As Lae’zel said, you are positively ferocious, I only expected the Blade to be more….what’s the word,” he put his finger to his chin, shrugging when he thought of one, “courageous?”

Wyll scowled, Astarion’s words touching a nerve. He took a step towards him, his hands clenching into fists. “This isn’t a game,” he snapped, pointing a finger. “I’m not here to entertain the likes of you.”

Phayelynn moved to stand in front of Astarion. She stood up to one monster hunter, she could stand up to another. She crossed her arms against her chest.

“Then why are you here?” she glared.

Karlach reached out to them, her eyes wide.

“Tensions are high. I get it. I, too, find myself sometimes looking to start another fight after one just ended.” She turned her head to look down at Phayelynn and gave her a small but honest smile. “Thank you for looking out, Phay. I appreciate it. Truly. You don’t know what it means after all this time with no one to watch my back, but it’s okay. I trust him.”

Phayelynn sighed, her hand relaxing at her side. She looked at Karlach for a moment before nodding reluctantly. Karlach then turned to Wyll. He bit his lip before giving a somber nod.

“Karlach’s right. You can trust me.” He said.

Phayelynn rolled her eyes but didn’t say a word.

“Ah, the drama,” Astarion grinned before chuckling. “I love it.”

“I’d love a respite,” Gale spoke up, his voice slightly strained as he held on to his side with a pained expression while Shadowheart worked on a deep slash on his back. Sweat formed at her brow, her body tired from all of the magic she’d used today.

Phayelynn let out a sigh and slumped her shoulders in response. “Here, let me help,” she offered, muttering out a healing word, hoping to provide more relief to Gale’s pain. She turned to Astarion and Lae’zel as she knelt down beside Gale, “Can one of you grab a healing potion from the supply pack?”

She turned back to face the wizard and the cleric when Astarion groaned but moved towards the pack, Lae’zel beating him to it before handing it off to him by shoving it firmly into his chest. Astarion started digging through it for the potion.

Phayelynn caught Shadowheart’s eye. Shadowheart nodded her head in approval.

“What?” Phayelynn asked with a questioning look.

“I didn’t expect to like this side of you- bossing us around,” Shadowheart said with a shrug. “Who knew you’d be the one to get us to listen?”

“Oh, be quiet,” Phayelynn rolled her eyes, though she was inwardly basking in Shadowheart’s compliment. “Let’s hurry and heal Gale. I don’t know what we’d do without his amazing cooking.”

Gale scoffed in offense, still heaving in pain. “Excuse me,” he narrowed his eyes at the bard, “My cooking is to die for. My mother has told me as much.”

Shadowheart and Phayelynn exchanged glances before breaking out into a fit of giggles.

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They were exhausted when the party had made it to Waukeens Rest.

They’d still been recovering from fighting the paladins when they ran into a pack of gnolls and the Zhentarim, Rugen. The fight against the gnolls hadn’t been too difficult, not with Karlach now in their group- between her and Lae’zel, the gnolls were cut down in a matter of minutes.

Phayelynn was wary of trusting him, her uncle always warning her to say clear from the group of mercenaries, but Rugen had seemed nice enough, and he was thankful to them for their aid. And, besides, he had told them about an inn nearby.

And an inn meant sleeping in an actual bed and a bar with ale.

Excited about the prospect of having a proper place to sleep and a good drink, they made their way to the inn. But as they got closer, they saw smoke rising from the building in the distance.

“Something tells me the goblins beat us to it.” Gale groaned.

The cries of agony could be heard as the inn was engulfed in flames. A Flaming Fist knelt beside a fallen comrade at the gates, praying and mourning. More up ahead rammed against the inn’s doors with their bodies, trying to bust them down.

People must be trapped inside.

Phayelynn’s eyes widened.

Shadowheart moved first, rushing to help heal the wounded, seeing a few survivors off to the side. Wyll and Karlach were next, going to the Fists at the door to offer their help.

Phayelynn moved to help them when a firm hand held her back by her cloak. She looked to see Astarion. Before she could ask him what he was doing, he leaned close to her so only she would hear him,

“Have you forgotten who it was who you were running from in the city?”

He was right.

She frowned. There was no way these fists were in the city then, but she had no doubt Vizdos hadn’t sent her sketch around, wanting her brought to him.

She couldn’t take the chance.

But she couldn’t just stand here and not help.

She gave Astarion a fierce look as she pulled her hood up over her head, trying to conceal her hair and ears as best she could for the time being, and moved to follow Gale.

Gale watched as the fire consumed the inn, his mind racing with ideas and spells he could use to help. As he stood there, Phayelynn joined him.

“This is horrible.” She said, eyes fixed on the burning building.

Gale surveyed the inn, his heart heavy for those trapped inside. He looked at the sky before turning to his newly dubbed apprentice.

“I’m going to try something. Watch closely,” he said.

With that, Gale raised his staff to the sky and began to chant words Phayelynn did not understand.

As he spoke, the clouds above began to swirl and darken. The temperature dropped, and the wind picked up. Gale continued to chant, his voice growing louder and more powerful each moment. Suddenly, thunder roared, and lightning crackled across the sky. Rain began to fall, heavy and steady.

Phayelynn watched in awe as Gale manipulated the weather with ease. “Can you teach me how to do that?” she asked.

Gale broke his gaze away from the sky once the spell was complete and smiled kindly at her. “I’m afraid that’s a spell beyond your skillset at the moment, Phayelynn.”

Phayelynn bit her pout at the sound of Karlach barreling through the inn’s door. Karlach and Wyll rushed in with the Fist. Phayelynn could feel the heat on her skin from where she stood. The acrid smell of smoke stung her nose. The rain beat down on them all.

“Chk.” Lae’zel crept up beside her, watching the raging fire. “The flames are too wild. They will never get everyone out on their own.”

“So why don’t you go in there and help them if you think you can do any better?” Phayelynn snapped, sick of the githyanki’s commentary.

Lae’zel sneered at her but unexpectedly made her way into the inn.

Gale snorted in approval.

Minutes had gone by when they finally reemerged from the inn, carrying those stuck inside and escorting an elven woman in a purple and gold-trimmed dress. Wyll stood close to her, helping her down the steps of the inn.

Phayelynn watched as Wyll brought her to them, away from the smoke.

“Are you alright, Counselor?” he asked, concern etched on his face.

“I will be,” replied the elven woman. Her first hand rushed to her side, looking her over for injuries, but Florrick shook her off and started barking orders to her soldiers.

“Are you both alright?” Gale took this time to look over Karlach and Wyll.

“Fire’s never left a scratch on me,” replied Karlach with a grin.

Wyll gave a grim nod.

Florrick turned back to the group, giving Wyll a grateful look. “Thank you for your help,” she said, her voice heavy—loud as she tried to compete with the rain.

Wyll didn’t waste time, raising his own voice. “Is it true? What the Fists said. Was my father here?”

The others gave him a confused look.

Florrick smiled sadly and said, “Your father-- he was here. We were returning to the gate, but I’m afraid the drow took the Duke.”

“Shit,” muttered Wyll, his face falling.

Phayelynn could see the pain in his eyes.

“As thankful as I am for the quick thinking,” Florrick gestured to the sky, “Perhaps we should continue this conversation out of the rain. Come, the stables behind the inn were saved from the fires.”

The group followed silently as Florrick led them to the stables, Shadowheart staying behind to continue healing the wounded while Lae’zel stood guard.

Wyll’s revelation that he was the son of Duke Ravenguard wasn’t expected, besides Phayelynn and Asterion. Phayelynn felt a pang of guilt as part of her was relieved that the others now knew—wanting to gauge their reactions should her own little secret ever be exposed.

Karlach was the first to speak up once they took shelter, her voice filled with awe.

“Wait, wait, wait,” her eyes widened, “The Duke? Like the Duke— is your father?”

“Aye. I’m a duke’s son,” Wyll replied, his tone subdued.

“He’s not just any old duke. He’s Ulder Ravenguard - the most influential duke in the city!” Karlach exclaimed, clearly impressed.

Astarion, however, seemed more interested in the gossip surrounding Wyll’s family. “Curious. I’d heard Duke Ravenguard’s son left the city,” he said.

Phayelynn shot him a look. Astarion only gave her a smile.

Wyll caught their little exchange but humored Astarion regardless, “You heard right. My father and I were close at one time. Before he disowned me and cast me out of the city,” Wyll replied bitterly. His eyes narrowed at Astarion, “Is that curious enough for you?”

“I’ve heard better.” Astarion shrugged eying Phayeylnn.

Phayelynn elbowed him roughly in the ribs. He let out a choke before glaring daggers at her.

The counselor cleared her throat, unimpressed by the two. She directed her attention to Wyll. “Please, you must help save your father. The council-”

“You don’t have to try and persuade me, Councilor Florrick. The rift between us isn’t so wide that I’d let my own father suffer at his captor’s hands,” Wyll interrupted, his voice firm.

“What do you think the drow want with your father?” Gale asked.

“I don’t believe this is a drow plot. These Absolute nutters, these ‘True Souls,’ are behind his abduction,” Wyll replied, his eyes narrowing.

Gale hummed in agreement. “Makes sense. His absence from the city will sow chaos,” he said.

“And if they were to infect him-” Wyll trailed off, his voice filled with fear.

Karlach finished his thought for him. “He would lead Baldur’s Gate to ruin.” The weight of her words hung heavy in the air.

Counsellor Florrick spoke up, “I implore you to rescue Ravengard from his captors. The council will reward you for your efforts and ensure justice is served.”

Wyll looked amongst his new companions, his voice near a tremble, “The Absolute has not only taken my father captive, but they also hold the future of the Sword Coast in their hands. They must be stopped, and I need your help to do it.”

Wyll clenched his fists, determination written all over his face. He saw their hesitance and knew he shouldn’t expect any less. He had only just joined their group— they held no loyalty to him.

“I know it won’t be easy, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes to save my father and restore peace to the Sword Coast. Will you help me?”

Astarion grimaced at the word peace.

“I suppose we could help out. Once we free Halsin and hopefully get our other matter of concern dealt with, Moonrise is on the way to Baldur’s Gate. It’s not too far off our path.” Gale rubbed his chin in between his index finger and chin, trying to think logically about it.

“You can fucking count me in!” Karlach gave a fist pump.

Astarion’s eyes darted towards Phayelynn, who had shrunk away slightly. He could sense her apprehension as she seemed hesitant to trust the Flaming Fist or save the Duke.

Florrick looked over them both, taking their silence as a yes. “Thank you all. I will seek reinforcements and join you when I can. We must act quickly if we are to save Ravengard.” She turned on her heel, looking at the Flaming Fists following them there. Her voice was firm and resolute as she spoke again, “Fists: to work.”

Once they were left alone, the group’s fatigue became increasingly apparent.

Karlach slumped against the wall, her breathing heavy as she wiped the sweat from her brow. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” she muttered, her voice low and hoarse. “I could really use a stiff drink right about now.”

“We should rest for a bit,” Gale agreed. “Shadowheart’s probably still helping the injured, but we could all use a break after that.”

He placed a hand on Phayelynn’s lower back.

Gale gave him a wary glance, uneasy about the two leaving alone. There was something about Astarion that made him feel uneasy, regardless of his acceptance of his vampirism. Something else felt wrong, and the fact that he seemed to be getting closer to Phayelynn with each passing moment only added to his discomfort.

He was about to offer to go with them, but before he could, Astarion grinned down at her and began leading her away from them all.

“I don’t like him,” Gale narrowed his eyes to their retreating forms.

“Awe, Fangs?” Karlach laughed, “Really? He’s a little rough around the edges, but I think they’re cute together.”

Gale let out a groan.

#astarion x tav #astarion x oc #astarion x reader #tav bg3 #bestie karlach

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demigoddessqueens · 8 months

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Gale saying “you have that twinkle in your eye” gives the same energy as Anders’s “no, don’t go there” when Hawke calls him pretty

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littlewitchbee · 6 months

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10 CHARACTERS / 10 FANDOMS / 10 TAGS

ty for the tag @wingsofescape 💕

1. Riza Hawkeye - FMA

2. Gale - BG3

3. Ciri - The Witcher

4. Agent Scully - The X Files

5. Asirpa - Golden Kamuy

6. Anders - Dragon Age

7. Dale Cooper - Twin Peaks

8. Ahti - Alan Wake/Control

9. Cindy the Skull - Disco Elysium

10. Magdalene - Pentiment

No pressure tagging @megthemighty @dreadfutures @kazsama @dearreader @fanimalcreations @soufflegirl @fullmetalscullyy @firewood-figs and uhhh anyone else who'd like to do this 💕

#tag games #I instantly forget everything I've ever seen played or read every time i get tagged in one of these 😅

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dr-demi-bee · 1 month

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Whee a tag! Thanks for including me @megs-98 :3

Last Song- In the Kitchen - Renee Rapp (https://open.spotify.com/track/2VFetGqLYq0Pc8ZtRYCaeL?si=1b5391f68e43475c)

Currently watching- Tokyo Vice season 2

Three(+) ships- This may shock you, but I don't ship very often lol! But:

Gale x Tav, Astarion x Durge, Warden x Zevran, Hawke x Anders, Cullen x Lavellan, and for non OC bonus Geralt x Yennifer, PB x Marcelline

Favorite color- Shades of blue

Currently consuming- a can of Izze - Sparkling Apple

First ship- Uhhhh... maybe Inuyasha x Kagome?

Place of birth- I promise it's a state

Relationship status- Married in this universe and several others

Last movie- Interstellar (late, ik, but I loved it)

Currently working on- employment and a massive gale x tav fic

Tagging: any of my mutuals who haven't done this yet yes yoooouuuuu :D

#tag game #personal #goofing around

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alonewithmylovetoyou · 2 years

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TV Quiz Questions:

Choose 6 of your favorite tv shows and try this out :

1. Shameless

2. Grey's Anatomy

3. Modern Family

4. Élite

5. Hart of Dixie

6. The Hunger Games (no TV show but I don't care)

The first character I fell in love with:

1. Mickey Milkovich

2. Izzie Stevens

3. Cameron Tucker

4. Omar Shana

5. Wade Kinsella

6. Cato

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now:

1. Mandy Milkovich

2. Lexie Grey

3. Alex Dunphy

4. Carla

5. Lemon Breeland

6. Finnick Odair

The character everyone else loves that I hate:

1. Debbie Gallagher

2. Derek Shepherd

3. Maybe Lily, but I wouldn’t say I hate her, she’s just a little bit annoying

4. Samuel Garcia, Marina Nunier, Mencia Blanco

5. George Tucker

6. Katniss and Gale :D

The character everyone else hates that I love:

1. Steve Wilton

2. Izzie Stevens

3. Dylan :)

4. Phillipe von Triesenberg (but there was some bad writing)

5. Dr. Brick Breeland maybe, I don’t know if everyone hates him..

6. Cato *_*

The character I would have sex with:

1. Mickey Milkovich, but he is gay; so I choose Carl Gallagher *-*

2. Alex Karev (but I although wouldn’t say no to DeLuca and Link)

3. Ok Hayley Dunphy because she is hot :D

4. Carla and Patrick (a girl and a gay boy, perfect match for my straight ass, but Christian could get on the list, too)

5. Wade Kinsella

6. Cato, again :D

Five favourite characters (in order):

1. Mickey Milkovich, Mandy Milkovich, Carl Gallagher, Kevin Ball, Sandy Milkovich

2. Izzie Stevens, Alex Karev, Lexie Grey, April Kepner, Cristina Yang

3. Alex Dunphy, Cameron Tucker, Luke Dunphy, Gloria, Hayley Dunphy

4. Carla, Patrick, Rebeca, Christian, Ander

5. Wade Kinsella, Lemon Breeland, Lavon Hayes, Annabeth, Earl Kinsella

6. Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Cato, Clove, Johanna Mason

Favourite minor character:

1. Sheila Jackson (or Kevin Ball)

2. Joe the Bartender

3. Shorty

4. Nano Garcia (is he a minor character?, but I just love him, without any particular reason)

5. Dash Dewitt

6. Tigris or Pollux

A pairing that you love (romantic and non romantic):

1. Romantic: Mickey Milkovich x Ian Gallagher (SURPRISE); Non Romantic: Mickey Milkovich x Carl Gallagher (actually Mickey and the whole Gallagher family)

2. Romantic: I would have said Alex Karev x Izzie Stevens, but they ruined it in so many ways so I say Lexie Grey x Mark Sloan; Non Romantic: Alex Karev x Meredith Grey

3. Romantic: Gloria x Jay Pritchett; Non-Romantic: Claire x Manny as siblings :D

4. Romantic: Carla x Samuel Garcia; Non-Romantic: Lu x Nadia

5. Romantic: Wade Kinsella x Zoey Hart; Non-Romantic: Wade Kinsella x Lemon Breeland (best friendship ever)

6. Romantic: Cato x Clove (SURPRISE); Non-Romantic: Haymitch x Maysilee Undersee as allies

Favourite season:

1. Season 3

2. Season 5

3. Can’t tell - not finished yet

4. Season 2

5. Season 2

6. Book and Move 2 - Catching Fire

Favourite episode:

1. Season 10 episode 12 or Season 3 episode 11

in both episodes: Mickey gets married :D :D :D

2. Season 2 episode 27 or Season 5 episode 24

I just loved emotional storylines with Izzie...

3. Season 1 episode 9 “Fizbo”

4. Season 1 episode 8

The murder of Marina, it was very a good setting

5. Season 1 Episode 22 - Zoe and Wade finally together

6. yeah, sorry it’s a Book / Movie :D shame on me

Character you would kill off:

1. Debbie Gallagher

2. Derek Shepherd (already dead, but I think his death was a good decision, if I must kill a living person - I would kill owen hunt, because I hate him, too)

3. It’s a Comedy :O Pepper or Sal XD

4. Ari Blanco

5. George Tucker

6. Gale

The character that I think the show ruined:

1. Veronica Fisher

2. Without a doubt: Izzie Stevens; I loved her so much and they ruined it with her being selfish and totally not her anymore

3. I don't know. Nobody? Maybe because it's a sitcom...

4. Omar Shana - he cheated on Ander with his sister's boyfriend and in season 5 he was such a dick most of the time. In the first seasons I loved him so much, it was so sad seeing this development.

5. George Tucker again. Even if I didn't like him from the beginning there would have been some potential.

6. Katniss Everdeen herself, I hated how she treated Peeta when he came back from the Capitol and all of her self pity.

The most attractive male and female character:

1. Male: Mickey Milkovich; Female: Dominique Winslow

2. Male: Alex Karev or Link or Andrew DeLuca; Female: Jo Wilson

3. Male: Dylan; Female: Haley Dunphy

4. Male: Ivan; Female: Carla

5. Male: Wade Kinsella; Female: Zoe Hart

6. Male: Cato; Female: Clove

The character death that was the worst:

1. Frank Gallagher

2. Lexie Grey !!!!!!!!!!!!!

3. Professor Ringmaster Al Uzielli

4. Polo

5. Nobody dies

6. Finnick Odair

The character that is the most like me:

1. Amanda

2. Miranda Bailey (?)

3. Alex Dunphy (Not my words, the words of my husband)

4. Rebeca

5. Zoe Hart (?) (would rather be like Lemon Breeland)

6. Johanna Mason (maybe I just wish to be like her :D and nobody would have got me to say Katniss even if it could be a little bit true)

The characters that deserved better:

1. Mandy Milkovich

2. Lexie Grey !!!! (and April Kepner)

3. Luke Dunphy (sometimes)

4. Guzman

5. Annabeth Nass (something better than George Tucker :D)

6. Finnick Odair

The 4 least favorite characters (in order to the most hated):

1. Svetlana, Debbie Gallagher, Trevor, Samantha Slott

2. Catherine Avery, Preston Burke, Owen Hunt, Derek Shepherd

3. Lily, Javier Delgado, Sal, Gil Thorpe

4. Samuel Garcia, Marina Nunier, Mencia Blanco, Ari Blanco

5. Zoe Hart, Candice Hart, Magnolia Breeland, George Tucker

6. Katniss Everdeen, Gale, Glimmer, Peetas Mom

A character I am indifferent about:

1. Trevor

2. Maggie Pierce

3. Jo Pritchett

4. Cayetana

5. Don’t know one :D

6. Mrs. Everdeen

A ship I have never been able to get into / shouldn’t have happened:

1. Ian Gallagher x Trevor

2. Jackson Avery x Maggie Pierce and Izzie Stevens x George O’Malley

3. Haley Dunphy and every too old man she dated

4. Samuel Garcia x Ari Blanco

5. Zoe Hart x George Tucker

6. Glimmer x Cato (What was that ??? There was nothing about that in the original story.....)

A ship I have never been able to get over:

1. Ian Gallagher x Mickey Milkovich *__*

2. Izzie Stevens x Alex Karev

3. Jay Pritchett x Gloria

4. Samuel Garcia x Carla

5. if friendship counts it’s Lemon Breeland x Wade Kinsella, but as lovers it’s Wade Kinsella x Zoe Hart

6. Clove x Cato (SURPRISE)

A cute low-key ship:

1. Mandy Milkovich x Lip Gallagher

2. Jackson Avery x April Kepner

3. Cameron Tucker x Mitchel Pritchett

4. Nano Garcia x Rebeca (I know there never happened something and they talked only one time but my fantasy brain loved the thought about it soooo much I can’t get over it)

5. Lemon Breeland x Levon Hayes

6. Finnick Odair x Annie Cresta

My favorite storyline / moment:

1. In season 1 when Ian visits Mickey in jail. “Say that again and I rip your tongue out of your head” There were so many perfect Gallavich moments but that was the first one which catched me!

2. When Mark told Lexie about their future and that they were meant to bes while Lexie was dying. It was so fucking sad and unfair but so emotional.

3. Every quote from the Phil's- Osophy

4. Carla and Samuels Macarrones Scene

5. When Wade and Zoe finally got together in the night George wanted to marry Lemon. The sexual tension was fucking incredible and Wade was so fucking hot.

6. When Clove died and screams Cato’s name and Cato came too late and only found her body and cried. (this scene ist only from the book). But I liked the story of Haymitch’s games, too. His alliance with Maysilee. The idea of him being a hot and smart young guy that couldn’t handle the memory of the games and the loss of his loved ones is so emotional and sad.

A storyline that never should have been written:

1. The break up of Ian and Mickey in season 5 only because of Ians mental health. Mickey tried so much to help Ian and Ian blamed Mickey without any reason. I was so furious.

2. Alex leaving Jo for Izzie and Izzie having kids from Alex sperm ???? This was a fucking joke. Yeah, hated the last Alex and Izzie break up and I would have loved seeing them stay together and grow as persons and lovers. I rooted so much for them. There was so much potential and I have to admit I prayed for her coming back and saving the relationship. Even years after her exit because of all the open questions but I never thought they would do something so bad like this. Him leaving Jo and all his life / friends [MEREDITH] only with a letter ? That has nothing to do with the Alex Karev he had become. It destroys his whole character development. I wanted Izzie back not Alex leave.

3. All scenes Jay disrespects Mitchell and Mitchells sexuality. Yeah you can mention this but sometimes it’s presented as funny and there are many stupid cliches. It’s sad even if it’s only a sitcom.

4. Carlas Dad causing Christians injuries so that he can’t talk about Polos fault. That was too sick.

5. Zoe's relationship with Joel. Not surprising. I kind of liked Joel but what the fuck? There was a love triangle with George why another one?

6. The way Katniss acted in Mockingjay. First of all she was a kid, why the fuck did she think she could make her own thing and kill snow without any plan? And it's written as if she is a war hero and not an abused kid. On the other side I hated how she treated Peeta and she is so self-pity, it's cruel.

Stole the questions from @gelalovesbuddie! Loved it!

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