tatooine92
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Steph/31/F/ISFP/numerous fandoms. I serve geekery and fangirling with a side of cats and a tall glass of occasionally salty opinions. [Fandoms include: Critical Role, Pirates of the Caribbean, Star Wars, Mass Effect, Dragon Age, Fallout 3/4, the Marvel MCU, and a whole crapton of other stuff.] (Icon by @xandrassketchbook.)
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Thank you to everyone for your continued support this past year! 💖
I hope you all have a warm holiday season, filled with light and love, and spent with those most precious to you <3
❄️ Happy Longest Night ❄️
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well since y'all have seen the world's most adorable art commission starring Vesper and her depressed wizard boyfriend I guess you may as well see her actual face and some cute shippy moments
a few of the things she did in-game:
- sided with the tieflings BUT got Kagha to see the light
- never ever used any tadpole powers ever
- was allergic to everyone's flirtations except Gale's
- hugged her Dream Visitor and ended up massively regretting it
- was severely traumatized by Astarion going in for a sip but ended up befriending him (sort of) and didn't let him ascend
- besties 4 lyfe with Karlach and shipped her and Wyll REAL hard
- helped her depressed wizard boyfriend not be depressed anymore by valuing him for himself and helping him tell his goddess to get bent
- was generally just a wonderful cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure
all in all, a lawful good ray of sunshine.
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I am ECSTATIC about this commission from @artofzofia. It's Gale and my Tav, who is, of course, the BG3 version of my all-time favorite D&D character Vesper!
Vesper was developed for a Tal'Dorei campaign so she has all kinds of Vox Machina AU goodness going on, and in my BG3 headcanons, all those things remain true. The idea is that she accidentally fell through a Plane Shift-type situation with her old adventuring party and ended up in Faerun by accident, where she got kidnapped by the illithid and ended up tadpoled. So she gets the added bonus of "Hey I'm not from here" on top of everything else.
She is a half-elf druid and she and Gale fall in love SO fast. They're just idiots who take a hundred years to admit it to each other. But they love deep and true and they are going to have the most beautiful babies.
*chinhands* I love them, your honor.
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#custom tav#gale dekarios#vesper of the air ashari#d&d pc#fanart commission#gale of waterdeep#gale x tav
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#HE'S SO SAD???? #no listen #this man has NOBODY #his family is dead #the grove was a burden #his homeland is swallowed in shadow #he turned to alcohol in his grief #a grief so palpable that it fused itself to a weapon #he brushes off his trauma in the underdark like it's nothing #BECAUSE HONESTLY? WHEN DOES HE ACTUALLY LET HIMSELF BE VULNERABLE #PROBABLY NEVER #UNTIL NOW #'I've taken many lovers. My heart does not stir lightly.' #sounds a lot like a man using sex to cope #the same way he used alcohol i bet #grief is easily one of the top causes of addiction #and if you let him down here he says 'but i was sure we had a connection...' #case in point: halsin decides in this moment that he will be vulnerable for you #you are not just a lay to him. you are someone worth fighting his own grief for. #he wants to love and be loved no matter how scary it might be #and larian had better give me more options to show him bc i swear to god #if i have to sit here and listen to the 'i only want you, but you can be with whoever!' line one more time WITHOUT the option to tell him that he's all i want too #i will be sad forever #/endrant
#baldur's gate 3#halsin#THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYIIIIIIING#EVERYBODY GETS SO HUNG UP ON HIM BEING SEXY THAT THEY FORGET HE IS WEARING THAT LIKE A MASK
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Rolan <3
Prints available here
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bonding with friends over your favourite fictional little guys
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this is such a specific intersection of 3 of my favorite things, i’m kinda obsessed
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dont talk to me if you don’t know that this, recruits, is a 20-kilo ferrous slug. Feel the weight! Every five seconds, the main gun of an Everest-class dreadnought accelerates one to 1.3 percent of light speed! It impacts with the force of a 38-kiloton bomb! That is three times the yield of the city buster dropped on Hiroshima back on Earth. That means: Sir Isaac Newton is the deadliest son of a bitch in space. Now! Serviceman Burnside! What is Newton’s First Law?
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Reblog for a bigger sample size.
Say in the tags what you voted for and if you live in or outside of the US
#voted for something else#I associate WV with being fucked over and forgotten by everyone#especially the government#it's a lot of good people who were given the shaft#and they get forgotten because they're not the 'right' demographics
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Gale slipped on his own ice and fell down like this. He looks so defeated lol
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[the intimate scene in the fanfiction where my lover kisses each of my scars as I whisper what each is from]
"Fell down the stairs. Mosquito bite I scratched too much. Cardboard box cut. Burned on a tiki-themed appetizer tray. Mosquito bite I scratched too much. Oven rack. Mosquito bite I scratched too much. Mosquito bite I scratched too much. Mosquito b - "
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so. tara was supposed to be at camp at one point and have idle banter with gale:
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I am not dead and Nanowrimo 2023 is going. not well, but it is going.
I named my newest OC Brienne, and when I told a friend about this she said "Oh like Brienne of Tarth?" and I gotta admit that it did not even cross my mind until she said it.
guess the next step is to throw her into a bear pit. I think we all know who wins that fight and it's not the bear.
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the pure unrestrained giddy joy i feel every time i realize i’m COLD and it’s because the TEMPERATURE is DROPPING and i can PUT on a SWEATER because IT’S AUTUMN BABEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO MORE FUCKEN SUMMER
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Gale is husbandcoded. Think about it.
You have the rest of the companions who are hot and you can see yourself fucking and having intense relationships with; and then theres Gale who is the guy you sit down at dinner with to talk about how the tax returns this year werent as high as expected, or how you need to buy more fabric softener.
Like you cant imagine going grocery shopping with Astarion. But with Gale? Its like he belongs in the cereal aisle choosing the most organic brand of breakfast oatmeal.
#THIS IS WHY I LOVE HIM#he is my Ideal Man#“even with the hubris?” you ask#I have hubris of my own#we will heal and grow together#and we will buy the good organic oatmeal#and we will be happy#bg3#gale dekarios
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Pressing tiny kisses against your lover's shoulder while they're bent over a desk, trying to focus even though your touch is distracting them.—For whoever speaks up
Here it is! Something sweet written for post-game Aly/Gale. I posted it on AO3 as well if anyone prefers to read it there.
Tell Me About the Stars
A glow was coming from the study where Gale liked to sit reading, for hours sometimes after his lessons with Arabella and Yenna were finished. Usually he’d get lost in some experiment, some new piece of history that would leave him riveted to the book, turning page after page until he absorbed every word he could until his eyes crossed. Tonight seemed like another one of those nights.
A light knock on the door didn’t even disturb him, bent as he was over the desk, texts and scrolls scattered in an ‘organized mess’ as he liked to call it. Alyril’fryn entered quietly, propping the door open slightly to keep it from slamming behind her. Then she carried a bowl to where he stood, not even noticing her presence until she set the food beside his work.
“Ah, there you are!” He exclaimed, dark eyes dancing in the light of the candles. With a smile, Gale glanced down at the food, steaming in the wooden bowl. The spot between his eyebrows furrowed adorably. “What’s this?”
“Jaheira dropped some stew off earlier.” Alyril wrapped her arms around him, settling her hands against his chest. She pressed her lips against his shoulder, lingering against the warm fabric of his robes, enjoying the solid feeling of his body against hers. He tsked low in his throat, a sound that she knew all too well. “It’s delicious and you need to eat something. Don’t make me call her back-”
A gentle chuckle followed the unspoken threat.
“Is it that late already?” He asked, gaze on the window where the sun had long descended below the horizon. Now the sky was an inky black, white pinpricks sparkling in the dark. “I apologize for missing dinner. Again.”
“No apologies necessary.” Alyril stood on her tiptoes to press a kiss at the base of his neck, lingering briefly at the warmth of his skin. “What are you working on tonight?”
“Do you remember the myconids we met in the Underdark during our daring adventures? Well… their ethical and moral standing against violence are so interesting, considering their lives in the Underdark. To be around so many violent species and to abhor it so vehemently, I would love to return one day to speak to them in length.”
As he rambled, Aly’s mouth trailed along the curve of his neck, hot kisses against his skin as if he was oblivious to her. She would love him to the end of her days and there was something so sweet about his passion for learning, for understanding the weave and the world around him. It was infectious most days, but tonight, Aly basked in the sound of his voice, her mind on other matters entirely.
It was long before Gale paused to glance over his shoulder, raising a curious eyebrow at her. “What are you doing?”
Alyril pressed her face into his shoulder, trying to hide the smile that curled her lips. “Oh, me? Nothing.”
Her hands ran along his chest, the elaborate embroidered robes smooth against her fingers, and she sighed softly, when he covered her hands with his own, squeezing her affectionately.
“What did I do to deserve you?” Turning in her embrace, Gale cupped her face in his hands, thumb brushing gently against her cheek, his smile still making her heart flutter wildly in her chest after all of this time. “I’ll make it up to you. Tell me what you want. I’d steal the stars from the sky for you.”
Alyril stared up at him, mesmerized by the flecks of dark gold in his brown eyes and the way the light of the candles highlighted some of the lighter tones in his hair. She reached a hand up to run her fingers through the strands, like silk across her skin. “I only need you.”
With a sigh, Gale leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead. “And I’m forever grateful for it. I know I’ve been scarce a lot this week.” His hands lingered on her face, his touch gentle, and Alyril felt safe and at peace.
“Your work is important.”
“You are what’s important.” His hands trailed across her cheeks, brushing against the curve of her neck before settling firmly on her shoulders. “So now that I’ve pulled my head out of my back-end, what shall we do?”
Alyril fought a grin, but failed when she noticed the intensely tender way he watched her. With Gale, she never felt afraid or unsafe. Never felt anything except peace. There weren’t many times in her two hundred years of life that she could say that.
“You said something about the stars?”
He chuckled quietly, mouth against her hair. “You’d truly want me to tear them from the sky? I’m not sure if I’m capable of such a feat.”
“I want you to tell me about them.” She met his gaze, studying how his eyes creased at the sides, how he watched her with nothing but adoration and devotion. “I spent a lot of my childhood in the Underdark. I didn’t know they existed for a long time.”
He brushed a strand of silver hair over her ear, touch lingering against her neck. “Is this your way of getting me to lecture you to sleep?”
“I won’t deny that I enjoy the sound of your voice. Almost as much as you do, in fact.” She teased, earning an affectionate smile in return.
“You’re amusing. And adorable.” Gale glanced at the bowl steaming beside his never ending work and she knew he was contemplating how to rid himself of the food. Without actually eating it. Shaking his head, he turned those eyes on her, pinning her beneath his stare. “And my favorite distraction.”
His arms encircled her waist, pulling her flush against his body, warming every part of her that touched him. He bent closer to brush a kiss against her lips, a taste of what more awaited her if she wanted it. Perhaps another night, when he wasn’t as exhausted. For tonight, she wanted him close and that was enough.
Taking his hand, she led him to the sofa that faced the large veranda windows, the view of the sea stretching to the horizon. Alyril curled against him once they settled in, resting her head on his chest, eyes focused on him instead, more beautiful than any landscape. There was grey in his beard now, grown a little thicker now, giving him more of that distinguished appearance he craved. His hair was longer as well, usually pulled out of his face during the daily lessons he gave to the girls, but now it hung loosely around his shoulders. She preferred him in this state: relaxed, content, fulfilled.
Gale tilted his head and smiled at her, his fingers stroking against her hair. With a happy sigh, she leaned into him, relaxing against the soft planes of his body, warm and more loved than she’d ever been.
“Let me tell you about the stars.”
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