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“While I hope that isn’t your intention, staring any harder at the fire won’t make it any stronger. No matter how accomplished you may be.”
You feel the muscles in your brows relax in the dark of the night. Interesting, that. Considering how you don’t recall them furrowing so tightly in the first place.
Hearing the scratch of shoes against stone, you feel him make himself more apparent, as he always did. Moving to stand beside you. Not resting his eyes upon your visage just yet. Choosing to study the dying embers you must have been glaring at in front of you.
He takes quite an awful amount of time in doing so, too. Whatever thought you might have been thinking about long gone from your grasp as his presence unnerves you.
You feel your hands clenching and unclenching to alleviate yourself.
Yet the very air around him still makes your head swim, and your blood boil.
He takes a deep breath, as if steeling his resolve, before turning to look at you.
“What’s on your mind?”
“Cut the shit, Dekarios. What do you want?”
He shudders at the use of his name, but raises his hand up in false surrender. Gesticulating with his arms and hands as much as he did when you last saw him this close up.
“I mean no harm, and I see no point in denying to remedy whatever rift may have come between us.” He motions to the both of you, as he speaks.
“Come now,” he moves to lessen your distance, but you only turn to keep facing the dying campfire as he continues.
“Surely whatever schoolyard taunts and transgressions exchanged aren’t worth jeopardizing our efforts in our search for a cure, hm?” There’s a hopeful lilt at the end in his voice. He looks almost sincerely apologetic as continues on. Words, lacking their usual garrulous nature, as if keeping things short and simple would appease you.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was apologizing out of the goodness of his heart.
“And who told you to apologize this time? Was it our fiery friend, or ‘The Blade of Frontiers?’ Or perhaps even our closest confidante; Astarion?” He raises a finger up with a confused expression to counter, but you beat him to it.
“With all due respect, Mr. Dekarios, we can go on our merry little way without discussing this.” You still refuse to look at him as you settle on admiring your nails for a change of scenery.
“Perhaps we’ll find some other fortune altogether and be rid of our parasites in the mornings that follow! And our little truce will matter not once we part ways and we both return to where we belong.” You finally move towards your tent to close your conversation, but Gale seems to ignore the implication as he follows you.
“You can finally return home to your beloved tower in Waterdeep, and I will be happily rotting in my little hovel.” You make one final tilt of the head to look at him, as if turning your whole body would be too much of an effort or grace to bestow upon him.
“Good night, sir Archmage.” You huff out as you disappear into the flaps of your tent without even letting your old classmate a chance to retaliate.
He stares incredulously at the still swishing material of your sanctuary. He releases a heavy sigh that built up in him and walked back to his own space in the camp to stew in his thoughts.
His eyes catching on the spyglass that he set up right outside his tent with disappointment.
If things had gone pleasantly, he would’ve asked you to observe the stars with him, as they were clearer to see from here than in Baldur’s Gate.
He distantly recalls you wanting for one during your academy days as the view from your little hovel, as he once called it, was rather murky. What with all the factories in the area.
He takes one last look at your tent from his and shakes his head.
It eludes him why you’re so hostile around him.
And even more so when you’re nowhere near this way around the others. He figured you two would be closer, given your shared interests and trade.
Hells, he even admired you all those years ago. Watching you accomplish so much, despite many difficulties. He wonders if you’ve ever respected him in the same way.
He sees Wyll looking at him, and he shakes his head to tell him that he doesn’t feel like talking. Entering his own tent to turn in for the night.
Hoping for any good that the gods can afford them come first light.
#y’all are insane for liking this as much as you did#very glad!!#but very much not what I expected#gale of waterdeep x tav#gale dekarios x reader
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Djjsjjssj April commissioners were so generous fkkekdkekskksksks so have a small sample of what I made!!
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I just wanted to say I'm in love with what you've written for wizard!Tav and Gale so far. The tension is just so good!
Thank you so much for thinking so, anon!! I’ll admit, my writing subpar writing skills have deteriorated after not posting for a while, but I hope to remedy that!!
I liked this idea so much, after having played as a wizard in my most recent run!
After seeing all the “Wizard” dialogue options, I’ve come to realize how incredibly excitable this class was to prove one’s abilities to the others.
And in turn, how annoying it must be to have two Wizards in Baldur’s Gate. Given how the options really allow you to wedge yourself into any discussion. Magical or otherwise
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Can be read as a continuation to my previous work about Gale, but can also be read independently.
Today had been a tiring day, especially for their de-facto leader, Gale thinks. The situation at the goblin village could have turned for the worse had you not smooth talked your way through.
And yet you’ve gone back to dueling the fire with your eyes again, he notes. However unlike last time, he chooses to stay put in his own corner of the camp.
Given his last attempt at light but stimulating conversation, he’s mostly sure that he will never do such a thing ever again. Lest he wants to feel the less than comfortable stares of everyone awake when he returns to his tent.
Alone and unaccompanied.
Doesn’t mean that he can’t observe you from here though. While he should be reading up on a rather interesting book he picked up from today’s skirmish, the pages haven’t been graced with his eyes quite nearly as much as your form.
Naturally, he doesn’t realize this until something, or rather someone, catches his attention.
Astarion.
Usually not one to leave his own comfortable area of the camp, it was surprising to see him choose to settle in at a bedroll nearer the fire.
To approach you in such a manner. Almost as if you were familiar with another.
“Which couldn’t be since you would have only met one another after the crash,” he reasons.
Astarion makes a comment from his lax position on his bedroll. Opens the conversation with you the same way that he’s certain he did a few nights ago, and yet the response couldn’t be more different.
The action draws what looks to be an exasperated sigh from you, but Gale notices your eyes soften at the elf’s remark. You don’t turn to face him, but still respond while focusing on the camp’s light.
Astarion stands to be nearer to you, perhaps trying to convince you of something, as he slings an arm around your shoulder. Face, nearing yours. The thumb of his slung-over hand seemingly grazing the skin of your exposed collarbone, uncovered by the looser strings of your shirt.
Gale feels his jaw slacken as he watches this very scene unfold before him. The book, long forgotten as the strength in his arm wanes, almost dropping it. He feels his eyes bug out of his skull when he sees you place your hand on top the pale fellow’s in what he can only assume is an affectionate gesture.
He’ll admit, perhaps he wasn’t paying attention to you earlier in the days you reunited. With the way you were avoiding him, it seemed like you wanted him to forget you existed or pretend like you didn’t know each other.
But how could he?
How could he when you inspired him so?
How could he when your wit and creativity showed him more ways the weave could be practiced?
How could he when he knew that all your friends had always been more like Aatarion’s type, and that you’ve always seemed to avoid his?
He supposed he shouldn’t be be surprised then, if he claims to know you so well. It was inevitable that you would warm up to the elf so quickly. Alike in charm and nerve.
And if you still haven’t warmed up to the wizard in the years of study you shared, he doubts you ever will.
He watches how pleasing the pair of you look. With the sheer charisma you two radiated, it didn’t take much for anyone to assume you would have been coupled up or at the very least intimately engaged.
Ah, but where will all this conjecture get him? He’s still dealing with the loss of Mystra’s favor and it’s vicious consequences. What use would it be to watch like this?
He takes one last look at your joined hands before he sees you respond and heads in to his tent. Perhaps a bit of rest will help temper whatever wave of emotions it is that washes over him.
“Astarion.” You warn with your warmer hand atop his.
“Hm?”
You turn your head to look at him and you’re greeted by that self-aggrandizing smirk that always curls up on his face.
The sight makes you sigh. No answer to his earlier question will get you out of this.
Tricky bastard.
“Your fingers are cold.” He clicks his tongue at that, but removes himself from your form anyway. A catty, “you’re no fun” leaving his lips as he distances himself from you.
He smiles anyway and tilts his head to the side. Standing to rest all his weight on one leg, and waves you off with one hand.
“I’ll see you later, I’m sure.” You shakes your head at that and turn to leave.
“Good night Astarion.”
“Sweet dreams, dear mage.”
He’s convinced you enough to try.
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An intro to: “Vernon Tchotchke”
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A very eccentric, human bard that's interested in studying all manners of art and arcane energy.
Current problem: Failure to understand Vampiric and Illithid response when subjected to certain stimuli..
No notable backstory whatsoever, however they are incredibly charming… Stay vigilant.
Can persuade others with the insistence of their hobbies, but cannot be swayed once they set their mind to something —Could be useful.
All prior expeditions to fund such outstanding repertoire seem to have been handsomely sponsored by an unknown benefactor. Stolen or affluent inheritance?
Always scritching away in that damned book of hers. Quite a few just like it are kept in her chest. All rather thick and warped, as if damaged by water… Or whatever it is.
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#bard speaks!!#bard art!!#bg3 tav#bg3 art#bg3 fanart#bg3 oc#bg3 oc lore#dnd character#dnd oc art#dnd oc lore#vernon tchotchke#vernon#vernon lore
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“While I hope that isn’t your intention, staring any harder at the fire won’t make it any stronger. No matter how accomplished you may be.”
You feel the muscles in your brows relax in the dark of the night. Interesting, that. Considering how you don’t recall them furrowing so tightly in the first place.
Hearing the scratch of shoes against stone, you feel him make himself more apparent, as he always did. Moving to stand beside you. Not resting his eyes upon your visage just yet. Choosing to study the dying embers you must have been glaring at in front of you.
He takes quite an awful amount of time in doing so, too. Whatever thought you might have been thinking about long gone from your grasp as his presence unnerves you.
You feel your hands clenching and unclenching to alleviate yourself.
Yet the very air around him still makes your head swim, and your blood boil.
He takes a deep breath, as if steeling his resolve, before turning to look at you.
“What’s on your mind?”
“Cut the shit, Dekarios. What do you want?”
He shudders at the use of his name, but raises his hand up in false surrender. Gesticulating with his arms and hands as much as he did when you last saw him this close up.
“I mean no harm, and I see no point in denying to remedy whatever rift may have come between us.” He motions to the both of you, as he speaks.
“Come now,” he moves to lessen your distance, but you only turn to keep facing the dying campfire as he continues.
“Surely whatever schoolyard taunts and transgressions exchanged aren’t worth jeopardizing our efforts in our search for a cure, hm?” There’s a hopeful lilt at the end in his voice. He looks almost sincerely apologetic as continues on. Words, lacking their usual garrulous nature, as if keeping things short and simple would appease you.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was apologizing out of the goodness of his heart.
“And who told you to apologize this time? Was it our fiery friend, or ‘The Blade of Frontiers?’ Or perhaps even our closest confidante; Astarion?” He raises a finger up with a confused expression to counter, but you beat him to it.
“With all due respect, Mr. Dekarios, we can go on our merry little way without discussing this.” You still refuse to look at him as you settle on admiring your nails for a change of scenery.
“Perhaps we’ll find some other fortune altogether and be rid of our parasites in the mornings that follow! And our little truce will matter not once we part ways and we both return to where we belong.” You finally move towards your tent to close your conversation, but Gale seems to ignore the implication as he follows you.
“You can finally return home to your beloved tower in Waterdeep, and I will be happily rotting in my little hovel.” You make one final tilt of the head to look at him, as if turning your whole body would be too much of an effort or grace to bestow upon him.
“Good night, sir Archmage.” You huff out as you disappear into the flaps of your tent without even letting your old classmate a chance to retaliate.
He stares incredulously at the still swishing material of your sanctuary. He releases a heavy sigh that built up in him and walked back to his own space in the camp to stew in his thoughts.
His eyes catching on the spyglass that he set up right outside his tent with disappointment.
If things had gone pleasantly, he would’ve asked you to observe the stars with him, as they were clearer to see from here than in Baldur’s Gate.
He distantly recalls you wanting for one during your academy days as the view from your little hovel, as he once called it, was rather murky. What with all the factories in the area.
He takes one last look at your tent from his and shakes his head.
It eludes him why you’re so hostile around him.
And even more so when you’re nowhere near this way around the others. He figured you two would be closer, given your shared interests and trade.
Hells, he even admired you all those years ago. Watching you accomplish so much, despite many difficulties. He wonders if you’ve ever respected him in the same way.
He sees Wyll looking at him, and he shakes his head to tell him that he doesn’t feel like talking. Entering his own tent to turn in for the night.
Hoping for any good that the gods can afford them come first light.
#bg3 x reader#I’m clearly not meant to write anymore#but I needed something like this out there at least#somebody please do a better job than me#gale dekarios x reader#bg3#Gale x reader#gale of waterdeep x reader#gale of waterdeep x tav#gale dekarios x tav#gale x tav#gale of waterdeep#Gale dekarios#gale bg3#bg3 gale#bg3 gale x tav#bg3 gale x reader#wizard rivalry?#wizard shit or something
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No!! I’ve ran out of Gale x Tav fics to read!! 😭😭😭
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Thinking of Gale x Wizard!Tav/ reader ideas!! (I one day hope to get around to writing this, but if anyone does so in my stead, please tag me so I can read it too!!)
Academic Rivals to Lovers
To the faculty, he was a ball of boundless potential. To the entire student body, he was an annoying know-it-all whose mouth never shut up, lest he was seconds away from getting caught.
Mr. Dekarios has always been quite the prodigy, or so the talk of the academy says. Showing exceptional wit and charm through his words and spell casting, it was no wonder he quickly gained Mystra’s favor.
So after having been abducted by the nautiloid, and asking help from the stranger on the other side of his portal, what happens when one Gale of Waterdeep looks up to meet the eyes of an old classmate?
More specifically, a classmate that, for some reason, always had a bone pick with him, and only him.
But he supposed he shouldn’t be too surprised. For a wizard’s competition lies in whose ambitions dominate the other.
Through Complicated Backgrounds
Thieving about was not a way in which any wizard would’ve chosen to start their careers, and yet there you were.
Well, it wasn’t stealing, really, if you needed it more, is it?
No one would help you, so you helped yourself. Taught yourself everything there would be to learn about the arcane and more, yet it is still not enough.
And you’ve come to know that it will never be enough.
For he, who had everything, and was everything, you ever wanted incarnate, was leagues ahead of you.
“You have a type, don’t you?”
In which the amnesiac Bhaalspawn seems to have taken an interest in one Gale of Waterdeep.
However after setting foot into Wyrm’s Crossing and being personally invited by the Archduke Enver Gortash, it would seem that Gale isn’t the first brainiac to have ignited something in the fellow Wizard.
Of Logic and Love
The pragmatic in you had never truly understood any, if not all, the intricacies that came with feeling.
Choosing the company of books and scrolls in your youth, you’ve never cared much for anything.
Never had to think about anyone.
Never had to deal with the ugly and bitter mess that would rend in your heart if you mulled over someone from time to time.
And falling in love with the one and only Gale of Waterdeep has only made it more difficult.
You will never understand the relationship he once shared with the Mistress of Magic.
You will never understand how he sees you in the relationship you share now.
And you will never understand the depths of his “feelings” for you.
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That’s what I have so far!!
Please feel free to tell me what you think about these ideas, and if you know any material that features this ideas, or plan to use this in a fic, please tag me so that I can read it!!
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An Index of Some of my Tavs and Their Respective “Gaurdians “
(arranged from oldest to most recent)
Vernon Tchotchke:
- An eccentric human bard, with an obsession for all manners art and arcane energy, and an extensive repertoire to prove it.
- All prior expeditions to fund such repertoire have been handsomely sponsored by an unknown benefactor. (It was from their inheritance.)
- Was in the middle of being invited to a grand party into the Szarr palace before the beckoner briefly remembered something. They were then abducted by the Nautiloid.
- Their Gaurdian is an adventurer whom they had been corresponding with after gaining interest in their “unusual symptoms” (Valhalla Arachai)
Valhalla Arachai:
- An orphaned child left to the fates of surface dwellers, Valhalla wished for a world where all could peacefully coexist. The attempt was to become their hero, the outcome was to be feared like a villain.
- A Half-Drow rogue that has been struggling with a “sudden decline in health,” despite living no differently than he had in the past, and with no records of troubling ailments.
- He has not been able to fulfill his usual duties due this peculiar phenomenon.
- His Guardian is a mysterious noble that calls themselves, “a researcher” and had agreed to personally meet him after learning of his symptoms. They promised to help him, free of cost for their labour. (Vernon Tchotchke)
"Virgil"
- With a cowardly nature that juxtaposes his intimidating features, the half-elf draconic sorcerer has failed the expectations of many throughout the years.
- With a past that he likes to keep under lock and key out of shame, Virgil’s apprehension and inexperience is apparent as he hurriedly tries to make himself useful, but often falls short in doing anything.
- Was abducted before he could get jumped by a group of halflings. He would’ve received quite the beating too, had anything happened otherwise, for his magic seemed to have disappeared in that moment.
- His Gaurdian is an older version of his childhood acquaintance, or so he assumes. For the thief that he used to harbor in his parents’ storage room had never returned when they said they would. (Undine Milagro)
Undine Milagro
- A thieving child that knew they could be great, this human wizard clawed and swindled their way through the pockets of many to learn and call upon the weave through books and scripts.
- She eventually become a student at the academy after making a name for themselves in the city.
- While a scrooge and a tightwad in her own right, she has a soft spot for children. Especially ones that have shown to be cunning and resourceful.
- Her Gaurdian is an aspiring wizard whom she has no recollection of ever meeting. She does, however, note that he is the kind of wizard she would have become if things had turned out differently. (Rolan)
Sampaguita Surihano
- A troubled Seladrine Drow with a more troubling dilemma, this bard has confusing and conflicting thoughts that surprise even herself.
- With no recollection of who she was before the nautilloid, she can only hope to piece together who she was.
- As of late, she contemplates whether the person she was is worth remembering at all.
- Her Gaurdian is a stranger to her, but she has the smallest feeling that he might have been family.
Those are the one's that I have at least a semi-fleshed out story! These were just for fun, and the characters honesty wrote themselves!!
Some quirks, like Virgil’s “embarrassing past and juxtaposing nature,” were born out of failed ability checks, and Vernon’s “unknown benefactor” is a nod to both their noble background, and a bug/glitch that once gave me a lot more gold than I remembered having in my inventory!!
Also, if you’ve noticed that the “Dream Guardian’s” design is inconsistent with the characters designed like them, that’s because that’s how the Tav for that game would have pictured them!! That’s totally not because I didn’t bother looking back at my Tav’s before designing a new Dream Guardian—-
I hope you found them as interesting as I do, because I think I’ll be drawing them often for a while!!
#bard speaks!!#my tav#bg3 tav#bg3#baldurs gate 3 tav#bg3 dream guardian#bg3 dream visitor#baldur’s gate tav#baldurs gate tav#tav
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I don’t typically try to make my Tav look like myself,
but I liked my hair so much so I thought, “just this once—-“
I named them, “Vendetta” because I have the curse of only coming up with names that start with the letter, “V.”
They’re the child of a particularly renowned and influential family of crafters from Neverwinter.
Also, let’s ignore the dumb expression on my face. It’s the only picture of myself I have on this device. (It’s a screenshot from a video—)
Due to some altercations amongst their family about their more eccentric interests however, they were cast out and no longer associate themselves with the name given to them.
Their current name is one that they have chosen form themselves.
And much like most warlocks, their patron plays a great deal in their conflict. They do, however, also see their patron as a savior of sorts.
Bonus: my father making his own Tav and giving it the most god-awful name (but he was so proud of him, I couldn’t hate it 😭)
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You know I really liked Steave and Astarion just, as characters at first, in a way that's so soft and bitchless and thirstless. Their dynamic is fun and incredibly endearing and for a while that was just it for me. Then you drew them as girls. I'm a simple animal. Hear that in the distance, the lesbians, that's me. AWOOGA WOOGA I get it now
"In a way that's so soft and bitchless and thirstless" took me out 😭
#IM SORRY—#“soft and bitchless and thirstless#that HAS to from somewhere#the statement is so funny 😭😭😭
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Thank you for the tagging this mildly inactive blog @fabimaou!!
Last song listened to:
My interests span too far and too wide, it’s almost unclear to even me what kind of media I’m into 😭 From hard J-rock, to French folk pop, it’s hard to keep up with myself—
Currently Watching : plumes of miasma surrounding my party as I prepare to meet Orin for the nth time—
Sweet / Savoury / Spicy : currently craving something spicy (unless that’s not what this is about—-?)
Relationship Status : Single and evading all of those who claim to be interested!! With the exception of Rolan and Enver Gortash!!
Current Obsession: EXO’s “Obsession” concept, EXO’s “Cream Soda” concept, Rolan + Gortash possibilities, and all manners of BG3 isekai content!!
Forwarding to anyone who would like to participate!!
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Tagged by @octarinecat
Last song I listened to:
Currently watching: my hand move across my iPad while I try to write
Sweet/savoury/spicy?: Savoury
Relationship status: married (9 years this month)
But in love with Raphael
Current Obsession: BG3, Raphael, and budding Abdirak
Tagging: @bonjeacon-peakdeak @dark-and-kawaii @dmagedgoods @eeveenicks @firlionemoontav @gufu-vire @dude-wheres-my-ankheg @tavyliasin @infernal-coffin
And anyone else that wants to play
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