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Wreck My Plans - Chapter 9
Another chapter of my punk/nerd college AU! We're approaching the end. Gale celebrates his birthday.
Chapter 9 - Others Gave You Scars
“Astarion,” Gale says his name like a sigh of relief. “You picked up. I… I wasn’t sure if you would. If you’re busy I can call back later. I don’t want to bother–” “Hello, darling. No need to fret,” Astarion interrupts, and the sound of his voice is like a balm to Gale's aching heart. “God knows I’d rather talk to you than most other people. Everything alright?" “Can you come over? Please?” The words are out of Gale's mouth before he can think of a less pathetic way to phrase it. “It's my birthday."
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Anonymous asked:
Now I'm imagining Gale like some sort of Disney Princess and every animal just absolutely loves him so everyone's horse gets scritches from him at least once a day
It might be because he's the one in charge of the food so he always makes sure to feed the horses as well, but also he just has an overall super friendly and cuddly vibe that the horses love
(Tara is a bit jealous of it sometimes so she always demands extra scritches to make sure she's still Gale's favorite, which she absolutely is)
I mean Gale IS in charge of the food rations and makes the meals, plus I heard he hates vegetables so he sneaks them to the horses as a little treat. He’s always the one up early because he doesn’t sleep well so I imagine he has a lot of time to give the horsies some love when he can.
Tara does get jealous, she gets her revenge when she can. Nibbles on his hair and nudges his hat off his head for good measure
All that good stuff
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Rhapsody has always given the vibe of a horse who doesn't exactly like/trust people easily, so is Astarion ACTUALLY having a heat stroke in the background or is he blushing furiously because his super people-hater horse has deemed the hot, nice, witty cowboy as trustworthy??? Just wondering, although my BloodWeave-loving brain might be reading too much into it 👀👀👀
Rhapsody is skittish, she doesn’t like people she doesn’t trust petting her and getting near. She only allows Astarion on her saddle. And yet Gale passes the vibe check. (He probably sneaks her apples when he tends to Tara)
Oh man IS Astarion having heatstroke AGAIN? Yeah he’s sunburnt……….or…may…*Gets dragged away into the alley*
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I collaborated with the amazing author, @nyxueaurelia ! She wrote a BG3 modern AU - Bloodweave fanfic and I did the art . Check out "When It Rains" now on AO3.
Here is a snippet related to the pic. I hope you love this fanfic as much as I do.
Astarion strolled across the bedroom, glancing out the window curiously.
The man was still watching him.
He rolled his eyes, considering closing the curtains, but it was raining. And Astarion loved watching the rain, almost as much as he loved listening to it.
It helped drown out the noise in his head, the ever-present buzz of panic that dwelled underneath his skin.
He wandered past again, eyes flitting to the window and trying to get a better look at the man.
Astarion wasn’t sure what the man’s deal was. He’d barely seen him until a few months ago, when the man seemed to have permanently parked himself at a battered desk with a laptop on it. Sometimes he did appear to be looking at the screen, but more often than not, he was staring blankly out the window.
Astarion had considered giving him something to actually watch a few times, but, well.
He knew better. He knew not to cause trouble.
One did not rattle the bars of the cage. Not if you wanted to keep your head on straight.
He glanced down at his arms, at the bruises that mottled his pale skin, at the scars tracing up and down his arms.
The problem was, he’d never learned how to stay in his cage.
Wreck My Plans - Chapter 8
Another chapter of my bloodweave nerd/punk college AU! Gale calls his mom, and spends the weekend with Mystra.
Chapter 8 - Like You Were A Trophy
“He sounds like quite the young man,” Morena says, and she sounds so pleased that it relaxes some of the tension in Gale's shoulders. “You need someone with a level head to keep you in check, and you sound quite fond of him.” Too fond, Gale thinks. He is carefully not thinking about all the times he's checked his phone hoping to see something from Astarion, nor does he think about the treacherous desires that pop up every damn time they're together now. How easy it would be to slip his hand into Astarion's as they walk. What it might be like to hold him close or press their lips together. “I'm lucky to have him,” Gale says simply.
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Collaboration with author, @nyxueaurelia
A snippet related to the pic I did:
The man was watching him - of course he was - and Astarion finally lifted a hand, wiggling two fingers in a half-hearted wave.
The man startled, caught - and then a smile spread across his face, warm and inviting, and he waved back. Then he held up a finger - one minute - and turned away, rummaging around next to him. A moment later, he held up a checkered piece of cardboard, and Astarion felt something rather akin to excitement flow through his veins.
A chessboard.
He held a finger up - one minute - and scurried across the room, out the door, down the hall to the study, where he retrieved the chess set from the bottom shelf of the bookcase. He nearly ran back down the hall, box tucked under his arm, wondering how this was going to work.
Back at the window, he held up his own board, grinning broadly. The man’s face lit up, and he held up a small whiteboard.
E4
Astarion actually giggled as he hurriedly set the board up on the side table next to the window, moving the piece correctly, thanking all the gods he could remember that he’d spent four years in the chess club in high school and still remembered how board notation worked. His fear of being found out, that he was somehow communicating with the outside world was burning beneath his skin, but the sheer desire to make this somehow work was stronger.
Well, shit. I don’t have a white board -
Frowning, he held up a pawn, then five fingers. The man nodded immediately, the white board coming back a second later.
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Cover Art for The Clarity of Death by DaleDikarios, my Big Bang partner! It's bittersweet to be posting this as the last event for the Bloodweave Sanctuary discord, but I loved all my time there and all the lovely people I met in it. So glad I got to have such an inspiring fic to work with.
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💙 Bloodweave Flash Fic 💙
I participated in a flash fic challenge this weekend where we received a random promot and had 48 hours to write a bloodweave fic based on it! Here's what I managed:
Hot and Dishonest | rating: E | tags: modern au, friends to lovers, frottage | 5.2 words
Astarion knows he has a tendency to be self absorbed, but he also knows his best friend. Things have been different lately. There's a tension between them, bordering on electric when their eyes meet. Casual touches when they're near each other, lingering longer than normal. Astarion has always found Gale attractive—honestly, who wouldn't with his pretty brown eyes and perfect ass—but it's never been like this.
You can read the rest of the awesome flash fics from this challenge here!
Hot and Dishonest now features some absolutely stunning pieces by @minui8! Please give them some love and check out their other incredible works!