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gobbochune · 7 months

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Gale wasn’t entirely sure when the traveling party returned from their business in the city, as he had spent most of the day sulking in his tent. He had a distinct impression that he and his comrades were meant to do something while their leader went about the important work, but as he had always been apart of that work Gale found himself quite out of sorts. Nevertheless at some point the sky had darkened considerably, and by the murmur of talk outside it seemed as though Ciaran had returned.

…And still wasn’t talking to him.

SPOILERS FOR ACT III

Aftermath of the reveal of (@malewife-mansplain-magus) Ciaran's past. Durge/Gale

…And still wasn’t talking to him.

Gale hissed irritably through his teeth. It wasn’t as if, even if they were to speak, there be much to say. No, Gale had made his stance perfectly clear, he thought, and had been punished for it by wasting away in the camp. Both he and Karlach had been exiled from active participation, some nonsense they’d come up with months ago about keeping track of everyone, but somehow seemed utterly ridiculous now it was him on the proverbial bench.

It wasn’t right. It felt like being placed in a box, told not to make a fuss. It felt like Mystra, which was a pit in his mind that Gale was keen to avoid. And it was partially this feeling that kept Gale from being the one to seek him out. It wasn’t as if he’d been the one to do anything wrong, anything so catastrophically, morally, and cosmically wrong that it doomed the entire coastline.

And yet it had become dark again, as it seemed to every day now that he was no longer by his side. And just like every night before, he could see the silhouettes of Ciaran from his tent, accompanied by Jahira’s soothing whispers. Gale wasn’t so pathetic as to eavesdrop, but he knew from experience what was likely being said. That had once been him standing there, whispering those same empty comforts. And it was because of this that he found himself glaring rather petulantly through the entrance of his tent.

Not because he wanted to join, as it was not correct for him to be the one to break the silence. Not because he was jealous, because not even he was so unhinged as to mistake that motherly sort of friendship for something deeper. But simply because Jahira was standing in a place by Ciaran’s side, a place was his, and Gale of Waterdeep was not one to share.

‘So go back.’ A voice fiendishly similar to a certain Tressim’s whispered in the back of his conscience, ‘If it's your place, you ought to be there.’

Grunting, Gale snapped the entrance to his tent shut. He was still angry, he had a right to be angry. Everything they’d done, all the suffering, all the hardship, it was just him all along. Bhaal’s special little chosen, Gortash’s… something or other that Gale cared not to think too deeply on, and they’d been letting him play hero fixing a crisis of his own design.

Gale told himself that this could all have been a trick. Between world domination and the horrors of the cult, what was a little game of playing amnesiac? His dearest sister certainly had no qualms against shifting into whatever role could twist the knife the firecest. There was always the chance that there was no Ciaran Finch in the first place.

Somewhere far away, a city dog howled. There was some feeble chorus in answer, before the night stilled into silence once again.

Upright and whitefaced, Gale had to contend with the realization that his initial fear was that the sound meant someone, somehow, had been privy to his thoughts, and had been foolish enough to think they held any merit.

Gale settled with a groan. If he believed any of that, even a little, then he wouldn’t have spent hours seething over someone else standing in his place. It wouldn’t still be his place in his heart, just as it had been that horrible night in moonrise towers, or the evening spent together in the weave. He was only angry because he wasn’t angry, or at least wouldn’t be forever.

Rolling over onto his side, Gale finally concluded that he wouldn’t do any sleeping again. And the thought that his probable inactivity the next day did nothing to ease his frustrations as to the fact. He and Ciaran needed to have… a chat. Some things were said, or rather, Gale had said some things, and Ciaran had simply dismissed him. At the time he stewed in outrage at being told what to do by the architect of their combined doom, but now he just felt himself aching to take it all back. It wouldn’t be fair to wake Ciaran up just to reconcile, so it seemed a proper penance for Gale to wait, alone, for the sun to rise.

Sheepishly, he rolled back to the tent flap just a crack, curious if his musings had done anything to pass the hours by.

Outside was still, a frigid painting of a cool summer night. It would be first light soon, the fire smoking and anyone beside it had long since retired to their tents. Or rather, those that had tents.

Somewhere Ciaran was sleeping alone. He always did, ever since that night Bhaal had nearly taken him. Somewhere far away from the rest of them so they might have a chance to escape if his urge took over again. Every single precaution taken to ensure that whoever he had once been wouldn’t hurt the people he cared for.

Gale scrunched his eyes shut. Courtesy or no, they needed to talk now.

Assuming that there weren’t any other horrific urges stewing in Ciaran’s mind, now would be the best time. Explanations and apologies needed to be made. There simply wasn’t enough time for them to waste on petty infighting. After a cursory attempt to look less like he’d been tossing and turning by himself for hours, he pushed the flap aside and went about searching.

It wasn’t as if Ciaran was hiding every night. That would be almost childish, and whatever else his condition had done to him, he wasn’t a coward. But some nights Gale found him camping a bit further out than others, as seemed to be the case now. As the dawn threatened to brighten with every moment that passed, Gale searched further and further than the outskirts.

But just as he was about to turn back, wondering if Ciaran had been so unsettled by their spat that he’d actually joined Jahira in her tent, there he was sitting on a raised bit of grass overlooking Wyrm’s Rock.

Wide awake and fully dressed, Ciaran looked no different than he did any morning. If not for the dim lighting, Gale might have thought it was simply him who had overslept.

“You’re… awake?” He asked, and then winced at being the one to break the silence.

Slowly Ciaran swung his head to face Gale, only making his nerves spike further. He didn’t know what he expected to see, pain, anger, even a crumb of the haunting dread that had been torturing him all night? On the contrary, Ciaran looked almost… peaceful.

“Ah,” He rumbled, “As are you.”

There was an awkward silence, Gale had the distinct impression they both felt as though they’d been caught red handed by the other. He slid his tongue awkwardly over his teeth

“...I had hoped to have a moment to speak to you.” began Gale awkwardly.

A warm smile spread across Ciaran’s face, and for a moment it was as though things could go back to normal.

“There’s no need.”

The moment passed quickly.

“What?” Gale asked, “I… highly disagree.”

Ciaran looked at him for a long time with that faraway smile on his face, before heaving a deep sigh. He released it quickly, with finality, before leaping off the rock to face Gale fully.

“You were right,” He said simply, “How many horrors have we witnessed on this little adventure of ours? From the cruelty of the goblins to Yenna’s abandonment, all of this is my fault.”

Gale felt a pit sinking in his stomach, too vast to speak for a moment. It was in that silence that he allowed his gaze to drop, and subsequently see the packed satchel sitting at Ciaran’s feet.

“Ciaran…”

“Don’t give me that look, it’s not as though this is anything new. We always knew I was something horrible. If anything, it's a long time coming…”

Ciaran chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head as though this were a conversation about anything more lighthearted.

The words caught behind Gale’s tongue, wanting to say that whatever he’d done in his past life was over now, the very same affirmations he’d been repeating for weeks. But those affirmations had meant nothing in the face of Ciaran’s true origins, weeks of trying to convince him of his value were undone in an instant.

With nothing else he could say, Gale repeated hopelessly: “Ciaran…”

The smile twitched. A slight crack in Ciaran’s mask of self assurance.

“Don’t,” he said, “I don’t want to go back and forth with this. I felt the world… crumble beneath me when I learned the truth. And when I reached out to steady myself, I realized not even you could justify what I’ve done.”

The smile was back on his face again, but there was a distinct desperation in his eyes.

“I can’t be around you all anymore, I can’t look at you knowing it was me who caused all of this. I don’t presume to ask anything from any of you, but if you have any sympathy left for me you’d let me go.”

A kernel of doubt rotted in the base of Gale’s gut, but beneath the despair it didn’t register. He dropped his jaw to croak a retort, before snapping it shut again.

A long silence followed, before he sighed and looked away. He couldn’t force himself to give his blessing, but there was merit to the request. He’d said something horrible to someone who must have been reeling himself. What right did Gale have to stop him?

Agonized moments slid away, Gale unable to look at Ciaran, unable to know what expression he was making. Stupidly, he was unable to look up. An archmage who had once fancied himself a god in the making, too afraid to say a single word.

“So you’ll let me go?” Came Ciaran’s familiar low voice, but with a slightly more musical cadence then usual.

The dissonance was enough to make Gale finally snap his head up.

A smirk was playing on Ciaran’s lips as he looked at Gale with outraged astonishment.

“After all that, I really matter so little do you?” He chirped a high and terrible thing that might have been a laugh, “Poor, poor, older brother…”

KRRRACCK… KRRAACK… SCRAAPE….

Gale wasn’t sure what was more horrifying, the sight of Ciarian’s head pulling and twisting to one side, or the sounds of bones snapping, skin sliding, and the rustle of worm-like hairs slithering through pores. White, milky, pigment flooded across his skin like a blight, his features dissolved into cinders, and through it all that awful high giggle that had mocked them since arriving at the gate.

Gale took a shaking step back, suddenly aware of just how far from the camp he had wandered. It was a foregone conclusion, even before the sickly-sweet scent of carrion stepped from a pool of gore.

“Look at it…”

#baldurs gate 3 #durge/gale #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #friendfiction!

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genderfluid-scribbles · 2 years

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Blogs I run:

SCP

@ask-the-anomalous-linguist

@o5-the-progeny

@the-great-phantom

@cam-ventura

@overseer-bright

Other

@meela-the-wanderer (Hollow Knight)

@felicity-xavier (X-Men)

@songs-inscrybed (Inscryption)

@ask-rancher-erin (Pokémon)

@flower-headed-glitch (Dialtown)

@irl-pokemon-trainer-finch (Pokémon)

Creative

@fanfics-by-ciaran (Full-length fics)

@c-turtle-drabbles-n-stuff (Drabbles, one-shots, etc)

#scp foundation #scp #scp fandom #hollow knight #hollow knight oc #hollow knight fandom #xmen oc #xmen #inscryption #inscryption oc #pokemon #pokemon oc

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creamecream · 5 years

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@enbious-renegade

More dumb collage AU things

Elaine, Armaros, and Mocah’s promise rings look like this, but with flowers made from clusters of rubies.

Rosalinda and Alkar are study buddies, and Alkar is very much in love with Rosalinda, but Rosalinda really likes Finn.

Rosalinda and Alkar are actually best friends and they are so close that they will snuggle on Alkar’s couch frequently, like seriously, Alkar is so in love with him...there’s a lot of pining going on here...

Piper is very determined to get Erin into fitness.

August is a perfect and beautiful child who deserves the best and not all the stress they have, especially trying to impress Harry.

Bronwen is the only person August relaxes around enough to actually sleep.

Mocah is a study buddy with Bronwen, and Elaine is using them as an in to try and get Bronwen interested in Omen, tell Bronwen all about how great Omen is Mocah.

Lucette is all about a debate team usually, that’s what you get when she’s the “Ambassador”.

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brian-in-finance · 2 years

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Belfast News Letter

Inside 2022 Oscar Parties With Nicole Kidman, Lana Condor and Colman Domingo

Hollywood is out and about Los Angeles in the days and nights leading up to the Oscars. Here, Variety reporters go inside the hottest parties and events.

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Chanel and Charles Finch Dinner

Polo Lounge at the Beverly Hills Hotel, Beverly Hills, March 26

It sounds like “Belfast” director Kenneth Branagh and the film’s Ciarán Hinds will be at the Oscars. It was unclear if they could attend after both contracted COVID at the BAFTA Awards in London. “I know Ciarán is all clear,” Caitriona Balfe told Variety before heading into the Chanel and Charles Finch’s annual pre-Oscar dinner. “I think [Branagh] is, too. I think he’s good.”

Michael Buckner for Variety

Oscar Wilde Awards

The Ebell of Los Angeles, March 24

In spite of a venue switch due to the pandemic and a missing honoree due to COVID-19, the Oscar Wilde Awards still maintained its usual Irish charm as it kicked off at the Wilshire Ebell Theater instead of its usual hub at emcee JJ Abrams’ Bad Robot Productions in Santa Monica, Calif.

Before the awards ceremony began, guests, who were required to be vaccinated to attend (both shots and a booster) mixed and mingled, toasted Oscar WildeTini and Irish Gimlet cocktails, and noshed on a variety of eats, including fish and chips and vegan enchiladas.

“This is an incredibly formal [ceremony], very serious, and no one takes a risk,” the “Star Trek” director, who was dubbed an “Honorary Irishman” at the 2010 awards, joked about the vibe of the event before heading inside. “I think you can see it’s fun. And I think after a couple years of not being able to do this, a lot of people are feeling a relief to get to sort of hang out again and toss back some Jameson and Guinness and enjoy the night.”

Adam McKay, Jamie Dornan, Dónall Ó Héalai and Kenneth Branagh were all honored at the event. Branagh was recently diagnosed with COVID-19 and couldn’t attend, but did send in a video acceptance speech.

Dornan told Variety that he’s keeping his fingers crossed that his “Belfast” co-star will be able to attend the Oscars on Sunday.

“We’re all gunning for him and hope he can make it,” Dornan said. “He and Ciaran Hinds are both in the same situation. So hopefully, he will pass the fitness test and we have them with us. I can’t even imagine going on Sunday night without those guys.”

Inside the event, Dornan kept the crowd laughing as he accepted his award, even pulling out a pair of silver handcuffs, Christian Grey-style. “I’ll start with something you’re familiar with,” he quipped. He went on to take a more serious turn, getting emotional as he called working with Branagh in Belfast, “the greatest honor of my career.”

Mary Steenburgen introduced McKay and dished about their best moments working together on “Step Brothers,” praising the director, too.

“The fact that somebody can be so outrageously funny, and still have the heart and the passion to make films about the environment, about hypocrisy, who shine the light on the injustices in the world the fact that all of these things are in this man’s absolutely brilliant career makes him a rare, and Irish, and loud and sometimes obscene bird,” she said.

As Ó Héalai accepted his “Wilde Card” award, he recalled how he “nearly quit acting” and moved from New York City to Buffalo, N.Y. He was later sent the script for “Arracht,” which changed his life. “Buffalo taught me what can come into your life if you stop chasing things,” he told the crowd, later adding that an Irish proverb continues to ring true for him in his career. “It’s in each other’s shelter that we survive and thrive as people.”

Ironically, as “King Richard” director Reinaldo Marcus Green presented Ó Héalai with his award, he said the “Arracht” star helped him push forward when he was a struggling filmmaker in New York with a ton of student debt. He told Green to keep going and that he was “so close.” He was so right. —Brandi Fowler

Full story/all parties ⬇️

https://variety.com/2022/scene/awards/oscars-parties-celebrities-nominees-1235213864/

Remember the great news about Sir Kenneth’s and Ciarán’s being all clear to attend the Oscars?

Whew! 😮‍💨

#Tait rhymes with hat #Good times #BelfastMovie #Variety #27 March 2022 #Belfast #Worldwide 2022 #Thanks sunsetmagic85 #Campaign To Shorten Awards Season

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wolfsong02 · 3 years

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rules: spell out your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters in your url

Thanks for the tag @fandom-is-us

We Do by Kenny Chesney

On my way by Alex Lahey

Long Story Short by Taylor Swift

Found by Ciaran Rosney

Smack Dab by Chasin’ Crazy

One Too Many by Keith Urban and P!nk

Next to you, Next to me by Robert Mizzell

Grew Apart by Logan Mize and Alexandra Kay

0- One of these Days by Caroline Jones (I don’t actually have a song beginning with 0 so have another one with O)

2- 1,2,3,4 by Plain White T’s

Tagging: @light-miracles @sapphic-shipper @pen-for-sword @z-the-zebra @wallyday @scribbling-punk @zorelkara @the-finch-address @lady-of-himring @mel-writes-with-her-dragons

Source: @the9muses

#fun times #music #tag game

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gawayne · 4 years

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Ves: So again your alibi is, a mysterious stranger handed you the bow, made you hide in a tree, ambushed the patrol and then hid the bow on your back

Ciaran: Well yeah if you say it like that it doesn’t sound believable!

Ves: Oh hey commander! Did you get my report on the troop movements?

Roche: Yes, I looked it over. Nice work

Ves: Good. Thanks, dad

*the whole camp stops and stares*

Ves: Why is everyone staring at me?

Finch: You just called Commander Roche ‘dad’. You said ‘thanks, dad’

Ves: What? No I didn’t, I said ‘thanks, man’

Roche: Do you see me as a father figure, Ves?

Ves: No! If anything I see you as a bother figure, cause you’re always bothering me!

Thirteen: Hey! Show your father some respect!

Ves: I didn’t call him dad!

Roche: No no no, Vesna, I take it as a compliment

Oven: It’s not a big deal. I called Ida ‘mom’ once, and she’s my fiancee

Ves: Guys! Jump on that! Oven has psychosexual issues!

Silas: Old news! But you calling Roche ‘daddy’...

Ves: Hey, ‘daddy’ is not on the table here

Ciaran: But you did call him ‘dad’, dh’oine

Ves: You shut up, you’ve done nothing but lie since you got here

Ciaran: Alright alright I was lying about the ambush, but the dad thing? That happened

Ves: Aha! He admitted that his alibi was a lie. All part of my crazy devious plan

Roche: I believe you

Ves: Thank you

Roche: Daughter

Ves:

Roche: You wanna talk about it later over a game of catch?

Ves:

Ves: I’d like that

(@gridelincarver)

#roche #vernon roche #ves #assorted blue stripes #today's tomfoolery is b99 quotes!#incorrect witcher quotes #the witcher 3

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diamond-blush · 3 years

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Heya, I’m Zee and I’m a saladboyholic! I post on and off about my GW2 charas! My blog's kinda a mess right now and my chara page is still a WIP, so if you wanna view my charas (the ones i currently have posted online), just click on any of their names below:

Aleksander Finch - Sylvari Holosmith

Ciaran Firethorn - Sylvari Daredevil

Gabriel Poldark - Human Scourge

Geddy the Machinist - Asura Scrapper

Gil Saggitaria - Sylvari Tempest

Meliorn Larkspur - Sylvari Dragonhunter

Odair Thorne - Sylvari Mirage

Ophidian - Sylvari Reaper

Oskar - Sylvari Scrapper

Runaan of Night - Sylvari Thief

Taran of the Stars - Sylvari Spellbreaker

Zeta Carstairs - Human Deadeye (commander)

Page will update as I add more charas/until I finish my character page! Feel free to send asks about any of them! c:

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witcher-ot3 · 4 years

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Y’all wanna know how much Don’t Cry For Me, Temeria has taken over my life??

Aside from the main story, and even aside from Iorveth’s POV, I have...8 WiPs and AT LEAST 18 more side stories oh dear gods what the fuck that’s so many.

But, just to give you a sneak preview:

all the Stripes are gonna get their own side stories gdi

Silas’s is ALMOST DONE

Thirteen’s has like.... sooooo much more to go

Haven’t even started PT’s, but it’s gonna be intense

Fenn & Finch’s stories actually will go together, but haven’t started yet

Shorty’s is gonna be a cute thing with his wife and kids

Ves’s story has a LOT more to come, and I’m excited.

There’s gonna be a new Stripe that will join in the main story and I won’t say much more, but they’re gonna have a whole story too.

I really wanna write how Fenn and Thirteen managed to get Banned for Life from the library

Life Lessons with the Stripes aka why you should not leave them alone to babysit your children

SO many sex scenes planned, y’all. SO MANY

Obviously I’ve got some Stripes Sex stuff to go. lots and lots of scenes planned there, just for the pure filth

Roche “interrogates” Iorveth - oh man, this WiP has been so fun, I think y’all will love this. Roleplay as if Roche “captures” Iorveth in a fight a la pre-W2? Yes pls.

Bath House sex baby. But also cute quirks about some of our folks who HATE BATHS

Iorveth/Roche and Triss/Geralt fucking next to each other, just because. Nothing gay about that, right???

Saskia fantasizing about paying Iorveth/Roche back for inconvenient horniness because they keep boning in the office next to hers and she’s trying to work dammit

First time with Geralt, which I think is gonna be a fun Iorveth DP with some nice dirty talk from Roche

Dragonfucking! Because come on, I HAVE TO! This WiP is fun lmao and Roche still has not connected the dots re: who the dragon is.

Continuing Tutti aka Iorveth’s journey to reclaim his identity as a musician

5+1 Times Saskia Forgot She Was Human featuring some great humor lmao. I just wanna play with Saskia’s POV a lot. Plus, come on, like you wouldn’t forget that you don’t have wings anymore?

A thing about Iorveth’s dream in W2 featuring him actually being content with life

oooh my gods, I’m so excited for this one! It’s gonna be all about Elihal and Eibear Hattori and it’s gonna be fun. It will also be called Daggers, Dumplings, and Dresses because that repetition feels good.

Gossip fic - Saskia’s other advisors are very, very confused about who Roche is boning, because A LOT of people seem to call him Vernon.

Ciaran’s story set in the future when they reconcile (more or less)

I may or may not be setting up the continent to be entirely ruled by badass ladies. They have brunch together on occasion.

I probably shouldn’t reveal the last two, but some of you have guessed one of them correctly! Both will be set post-(Im)Perfect Strangers and that’s all I’ll say for now.

You know, before (Im)Perfect Strangers took over my life, I actually had a billion other WiPs. But those are on hold for now, apparently. OTL

Anyway, idk if anyone cares about this, but I felt like writing it up, so.... here you go.

#rorveth #iorveth x roche #my fic #don't cry for me temeria

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