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the0verboss · 24 hours
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1 Mordrid and if he's sold out, I'ma take 1 chaz an Andrew and a D-Day.
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Spend that $10 wisely
$10 Tier
- Shran (Star Trek Enterprise)
- Anton Mordrid (Doctor Mordrid)
- Harriman Gray (Babylon 5)
- Crawford Tillinghast (From Beyond)
$5 Tier
- Weyoun (Deep Space Nine)
- Milton Dammers (Frighteners)
- Herbert West (Reanimator)
- Chaz (Dead Man Walking)
$3 Tier
- Dinosaur Bob (Love and a .45)
- Jimmy Wilkins (Hunter)
- Doc Haggis (Lurking Fear)
- Andrew Paris (Phantom Empire)
$2 Tier
- Sheperd Lambrick (Would You Rather)
- D-Day (Fortress)
- John Reilly (Castle Freak)
- Jay Brooks (I Still Know What You Did Last Summer)
$1 Tier
- Brunt, FCA (Deep Space Nine)
- Lonnie Hawks (Death Falls)
- Penk (Star Trek Voyager)
- Father Jonathan (Evil Clergyman)
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the0verboss · 2 days
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Part two of a bunch of requests from the new year request stream, and a few from the furry/animal request stream I did a while ago!
Most of these are OCs, requesters in alt text
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the0verboss · 2 days
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“Izzy and Edward” that and “Izzy and Lucius” that, you fools. Fang has been having a thing for Izzy since season one. You blind fools, let them kiss.
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the0verboss · 3 days
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Everytime I see fan art of Izzy with his missing leg I remember that they let Ed do that to him and I was just supposed to forgive it and accept his happy ending and I get mad all over again.
He mutilated my boy, sorry but there is no form of forgiveness for that.
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the0verboss · 3 days
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You can do it Dek!
(I’ve been wanting to make a version of the cover “Go For It, Nakamura!” for weeks…)
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the0verboss · 3 days
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HONEY, are u coming?
inprnt 15%discount
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the0verboss · 3 days
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their smiles haven't changed :]
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the0verboss · 4 days
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Look above. Watch the moon cross the sky...
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the0verboss · 4 days
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I made a ton of BG3 stickers!
https://artfromraena.etsy.com/listing/1701817067
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the0verboss · 4 days
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Honestly if I were Hill I’d be so fucking embarrassed. Imagine not only being attacked but murdered by a guy who’s like 6 inches shorter than you and lost any and every physical altercation he’s ever been in. I personally would never recover
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the0verboss · 5 days
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Is there a mod to give a specific companion character precedence in certain cut scenes or dialogue? Cause there are some instances I know exactly who I want to react.
It's Gale.
I just want to hear him all the time.
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the0verboss · 7 days
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Gale Anon returns to Say: Yes absolutely the Mummy fic. I''m requesting more good boy Gale if you happen to have more thoughts on it. Or maybe a dirty talk Gale? Follow your heart. Thanks again for ur time, ur writing, and ur filthy mind.
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well this got a lot more kinky than I meant it to oop. Thank you to M for helping me flesh out the idea!
cw: kinda cnc?; mild bimboification; mild puppy play; consent checks; excessive use of the words “good boy”; sub!gale; dom!reader
rating: E minors dni
Poor Gale is having a hell of a time of it.
Between teaching his classes; all the admin that the college has him doing; and his wizarding duties outside of academia, he’s barely had a chance to rest. Every night he stumbles home exhausted, barely able to keep up conversation with you, let alone indulge in any more intimate activities. It makes you so sad to see. You thought that after the Absolute was dealt with he’d have more control over his life - but it seems like the exact opposite has happened.
It’s been ages since the two of you were able to indulge, since you’ve been able to lay him out on your bed and ride him into oblivion. Reduce him to a quivering mess who’s barely able to speak or think. It’s something both of you enjoy, you getting him to let go and be a good boy for you.
That’s the issue, really; he’s been using his brain too much. He needs a break. To let himself go lovely and empty-headed, sweet and pliable under you. Let you decide what he needs.
When the college breaks for its spring holiday, he comes home to you so desperate that you think he might cry. You’re sitting in your reading nook when he appears, collapses to his knees in front of you and l buries his face in your lap.
“Today,” he says, voice thick with exhaustion and emotion, “it needs to be today. Please.”
There’s only one thing he can be talking about.
Sometimes it takes a little while for him to empty his head. After all, if you’re as brilliant as Gale is, your mind is always thrumming with ideas and duties, a veritable beehive of thoughts. Usually you’re able to get him there using your myriad of tricks, but sometimes you’re worried it takes too long for him to fully enjoy the session.
So the two of you have been working on a spell.
It is, at its core, a rework to be a far less powerful scroll of Feeblemind. Designed to put its target into a sweet, thoughtless state for a handful of days, where all they can do is experience pleasure and praise. No room for thinking, just feeling. 
The two of you have been refining it for a while now, and though you’re certain it will work - and is able to be lifted with no adverse effects - you still chew your lip, nervous.
“Gale, love, are you sure? If I cast it, you know you’re probably not going to be able to tap out.”
Gale groans and nuzzles into your further, pressing his face into your leg for comfort.
“I’m aware of that, but gods I need it. I trust you entirely with it, with me. I want you to take complete control over me. I want you to take care of me until I’m too boneless to move. Please, my love. Please.”
When he asks like that, how can you say no?
That night, he sits on your bed in only his smallclothes, cock straining in excitement despite his tiredness. You give him a long, sweet kiss, before pulling away.
“Last chance, darling. Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” he affirms, and you begin to cast the spell.
As you chant, you see Gale begin to go a little vacant. His body relaxes, all the tension immediately flooding out of it, the only thing remaining rigid being his cock. Soon there is only a sweet emptiness on your lover’s face, a dopey smile, eyes soft and aroused as he looks at you.
“Gale, are you with me?” 
He turns his head to the sound of your voice, managing an ‘mmm’ of affirmation but no words along with it. You reach out to cup his face and he immediately presses into you, mouth seeking out the warmth of your palm to kiss at it. You giggle.
“Gale!” you squeal, and he gives you another sincere, saccharine smile. Interesting…
“Aren’t you a good boy?” you hum, and his lips open just enough to let out a little moan. He twitches in his underwear. Despite his current state, he still responds to your praises, and you intend to use that to your advantage. 
“You’re so lovely, Gale. My handsome wizard. You’re so clever, but I love having you like this, just a silly boy who wants to behave for me. To be good for me. Don’t you want to be good for me, Gale?”
He nods, tears of desperation forming in his eyes. He scoots forward on the bed until his length is flush with your thigh and gently starts to rock his hips up into you, so needy for any kind of stimulation like this that he’d fuck your leg. 
“Awww, you want to get off, baby?”
Another moan of confirmation. You card your fingers through his hair and his eyes roll back in pleasure. You continue to pet him through your steady stream of praise. 
“Always so good for me, my good boy. Go on, honey, fuck yourself up against me. Let me just pull these down…”
You reach to his underwear and tug at the waistband, allowing his cock to spring upwards. He mewls at the cool bedroom air on his tip, already dribbling with precome, and begins to rut against you with more enthusiasm now that he has your consent. His face is buried into your stomach as his arms wrap around you to hold you close, his hips pressing against you in an erratic pace. When he comes for the first time it’s with a relieved little whine from the back of his throat. He coats your skin with his release, shiny and pearlescent; you feel him collapse into you. 
“Good boy. Good boy, Gale.”
He hums happily. You pet him some more.
“You know what good boys also do? They don’t leave a mess. Why don’t you clean me up, sweetheart? And use your tongue, hmm? Alright?”
Gale looks up into your eyes, soft and sweet and pliable, nodding enthusiastically at your suggestion. He’d do anything to get your pretty words anyway, but like this he is even more open to your kindness. He drops to his knees and begins to lick his spend from your thigh, lips trailing upwards from your knee where it has started to drip down. It is a powerfully erotic image to see him so thoroughly at your beck and call. Your leg is left damp when he is done but he licks his lips to show you that he’s finished and ready for more instructions. 
Oh, you are going to have a wonderful few days. 
In order to keep him near you, you decide to employ the use of a leash. The collar is snug but comfortable around his neck and he’s happy to go wherever you bring him. There’s no point in him wearing any clothes as the tower is always at an ambient temperature, so he spends his days nude by your side. Whenever he’s desperate for attention he searches out your warmth and buries his face into you, and you either run your fingers through his hair if he’s looking for sweetness or use your hand on him if he’s looking for stimulation. Either way he’s left a dizzy mess afterwards who you coddle and praise. 
He’s so relaxed, and it’s an utter pleasure to see. You sit on the sofa, propped up with plush pillows, while he reclines at your feet with his cheek resting on your leg. His proximity to you is a calming presence for him, and often he turns his head to press a kiss into your skin for no reason other than he wants to.
He loves you so completely. In return, your heart is entirely his. 
Occasionally he gets very needy and presses open your thighs, hitching up your robes and nuzzling into your sex.
“Gale, are you sure?” you ask, his glassy eyes shining with surety as he nods. He fucks you with his mouth as if it’s his gods-given duty, ekeing as many orgasms out of you as you’re able to give him. When he’s done and his face is shiny with your come, you see he’s spent on the floor; it is a simple order for him to clean up leaves him moaning in arousal. 
He is thoroughly taken care of. You’re never far from him to offer comfort, constantly checking in that he’s happy. He always nods his affirmation but lets you know if there’s anything the matter; hunger or exhaustion weighing on him. 
You feed him. You don’t need to, he’s capable of doing it himself, but he gets hard as he sits in your lap and you offer him bites of sandwich from your hand, face in a permanent grin of adoration. 
The last night you expect the spell to last is when you finally ride him. The two of you have had so many orgasms over the past few days you’re surprised that there’s anything left in the tank, but you still find it in yourself to fuck him into sweet oblivion. He’s able to clutch onto your hips and moan your name, pleasure his only feeling, your love the only thing he knows.
You fall asleep entwined in an embrace, gorgeous little words dripping from your lips until you drift off. 
The next morning you wake and the bed is empty, but you can smell bacon being fried in the kitchen. You groggily drag yourself along its scent until you find Gale standing at the stovetop, in his purple dressing gown and an apron, humming happily to himself. A couple of sleepy steps forward allow you to embrace him and tuck your face between his shoulderblades.
“The plan was to bring you breakfast in bed, but you seem to have thoroughly waylaid it,” he remarks. You can hear the smile in his voice. He’s verbal again - you’re glad he seems to be back to his usual self. 
“Mmm, I just wanted to see you. How are you, love? Are you alright? I tried to check in with you as much as I could…”
He turns to face you, and you’re immediately struck with how relaxed he looks. His eyes are soft, jaw loose, none of the tension he was carrying apparent any more. 
“My heart, I’m more than alright. I’ve never been so thoroughly taken care of. I’m so glad - blessed, really - to have you to look after me. I love you.”
He kisses you, and it’s long and delicious. 
“So, successful experiment, Professor Dekarios?” you ask, a cheeky grin on your face. He groans at that title, and you feel his cock throb. 
“I think you might have drained me dry over these past days, but I’m more than willing to see if I have one more in me…” he mutters, stepping forward to trap you between his body and the table. 
“It’s for research, after all.”
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the0verboss · 9 days
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let's be honest, gale, you did both of those things the moment i pulled you out of that portal.
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the0verboss · 9 days
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commission
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the0verboss · 10 days
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"Raphael! We're so glad you could make it."
They about to be the MOST obnoxious power couple in Elysium. Also I bet Vlaakith shits herself when she finds out Hshar'lak actually ascended to godhood through the power of love. She could never.
Gale, God of Ambition
Mla'Ghir (formerly Iss'tav'in) God of Faith and Liberation
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