Love These Guys

Love these guys

Dangers of working on a set.

That’s what I said.

Snape: We already have potions…candy…and magical creatures that do our bidding…so…why not? Turn to page 394 of your Wizard-dex, Mr Ketchum!

Imagine a game like Pokemon Go for every fandom.

If Ciri brought Geralt to meet you in our world...

Meeting you: He would be curious about your strange accent, the way you looked at him with wide eyes. You had known Ciri since she came to your house looking for help, knowing her was strange enough, so meeting your all time hero was something else. Ciri knew you liked him, informing him that he should do his best to act like a gentleman while he was around you. He offered a smile at first seeing you, bowing his head, grateful that you were letting them stay with you. "It's an honor to meet you, Miss...you already know me, I suppose." He chuckled and that's when it truly struck you...Geralt of Rivia was smiling...at you... Meeting your boyfriend: You lived in a nice house, off the beaten path. A country house that wasn't too terribly far from the city. Your boyfriend thought you were crazy, but you loved the seclusion, especially with your strange choice in house guests that just decided to show up every once in a while. When Geralt and Ciri were with you, they wore normal clothes. Ciri usually in skinny jeans, a t-shirt and some kind of jacket, but Geralt liked blue, boot-cut jeans, with tan cowboy boots, the pant legs over them, and a flannel or button down of near every color, but he'll wear a white, green or black t-shirt from time to time. He was outside cutting firewood, Ciri was practicing archery, a craft she took to after saving the universe. Geralt wore dark blue jeans, his tan boots, and a tight, black t-shirt. Your boyfriend pulled up in his car as you were walking outside in a nice dress and a denim jacket for a date in town. You greeted you boyfriend with a kiss, only to be stared at by Ciri who held her bow at her hip and Geralt holding his axe across his shoulders. "Well...Y/n, mind introducing me to your...?" You boyfriend asked, returning the glare that Geralt offered. "Oh, these are friends from back home, they come to visit...sorry I didn't tell you. They're kinda private." You explained. "Meet...Ciri and Geralt. They're originally from Norway." You added the last part for good measure. "Your man looks like a whelp, Y/n. I doubt he could hold a blade." Geralt said in slight disgust at your choice of man. "What? Like a-...wait is there something wrong with your eyes...?" Your boyfriend asked but you quickly kissed his cheek, getting his attention, quickly leaving after that... Reacting to you in a bikini: Your parents had a beach house, with no Drowners or Water Hags, so Geralt and Ciri were eager to go swimming and fishing. You decided to treat them to the full beach experience. The beach house had its own private dunes before the water, with no annoying passers by. You got the grill going, waiting for Geralt and Ciri to come outside. You were flipping burgers, already wearing your bikini. A bright blue bikini, with high waisted bottoms and a vintage style top. You were flipping burgers when they came out. Geralt was no shy thing, looking you straight up and down. "Do all women wear so little clothing to the ocean...?" He asked. "Geralt, I'm wearing less than her. And you're wearing less that both of us in those shorts. Get over it." Ciri demanded, walking over to get a burger as she strutted confidently in her green string bikini. Geralt wore short red and black trunks that stopped at his mid-thighs. His silver hair was fairly long, pulled up into a bun, sort of making him look almost normal...what with all of the numerous scars not exactly helping. "True. However, I'm glad that no other men get to see Y/n like this. They'd flock to her from miles around to court her or...well, be more direct." Geralt chuckled, getting his own burger. "Whatever, man-bun. Let's eat. I've been starving cooking these damn things." You laughed, joining them for good picnic before a perfect afternoon of beach time... To be continued at two hundred notes...

So…I had a dream after seeing this picture on Tumblr. I don’t usually remember my dreams, but damn, it was fucking emotional. So just imagine with me…share my pain…

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Garrus storms into the Med Bay where you, innocent, Y/n Shepard are out cold, being rushed to the Main Fleet on the Normandy after saving the universe. Now you were the last Shepard…

“Kaidan! Where’s Y/n?!” Garrus shouts, Kaidan is standing by your side. You were a member of the crew, a Lieutenant like James…very close to everyone.

You had been there since the start. Supporting everyone, doing your best to help Shepard- your older brother- even going with him to Cerberus to stop the collectors when you found out he was alive. Even Jack and Javik liked you.

But things went badly on the final mission…

“Garrus, please-” Kaidan tried to speak, tears in his eyes.

“No!” Garrus cut him off. “Where is Shepard?! He has to be okay! He’s always okay!!!” Garrus shouted viciously.

“What could I do, Garrus?! She ran after Shepard! I got cut off from them! What could I have done?!?” Kaidan shouted back, truly wanting to know…because he didn’t.

Both of them cared about you, more than they would admit…now maybe never being able to get the chance. It killed them inside.

“He-…he’s not dead!” Garrus stammered before walking up and grabbing Kaidan by the shirt. “Y/n isn’t dying either! She won’t-…” Garrus couldn’t even function to get words out at that point, going to a low-toned, but heavy, loud and guttural growl. He was too frustrated to think straight.

“Y/n said so, Garrus! If I could have, I would have saved him. Shepard gave his life for the universe, we can’t-…we can’t be selfish…Y/n just lost the last of her family…” Kaidan said grimly, his voice trailing off in hurt.

“Selfish…? You wanna know what’s selfish…? The fact that you didn’t protect Y/n like we promised to do! No matter who she picked!” Garrus barked and Joker came walking in, hoping to check on you, EDI flying with autopilot.

He came just in time to jump between Garrus and Kaidan before they could lunge at each other, practically foaming at the mouths with rage.

“Guys! You’re gonna wake her up and she’ll be pissed! Now shut.up! Y/n wouldn’t want this-” Joker stopped talking when all three heard a small sob.

The room was silent enough for a pin to drop and echo…

They all looked to you. You lay on one of the metal tables, your hair a mess, pooled around your head, your armor was ruined, ash and blood smeared the right side of your face where you had hit the ground at one point. You held your right hand over your mouth, tears streaming from the corners of your eyes, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to muffle your own sobs of grief.

“Y/n…?” Kaidan asked.

You sniffled and gasped in pain when a hard sob came. “A-all of you…g-get out…” You whispered coarsely, trying to find your voice.

“What?” Garrus asked in shock.

You snapped. “I-I said: G-GET OUT!!!” You screamed, your biotics causing loose objects- tools, pens, medicine bottles, papers- to go flying about the room.

They didn’t hesitate, knowing that if they stayed, they were dead, or worse, your wounds would get worse…

They left you alone in your grief…for now…

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My pain is horrible isn’t it? I had this dream a few weeks ago, suffering from the immense feels that I get from ME 3. I literally woke up that morning and wanted to apologize to those characters. FICTIONAL CHARACTERS!!! I cried…

It was not a good day after that ;-;

Poor Kaidan…

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