#'it's not a fireball it's a tressym'

[galedekarios]

tim drawing tara [source] 😾🧙‍♂️

bonus:

[ahjiing]

Fireball! 🔥

[oops-all-concrete]

OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK

I'm at that point in act 3 where you help the guy find the missing letters from Tara, and-

IF YOU GRAB THE LETTER BEFORE TALKING TO HER,

SHE JUST-

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

She said "I didn't ask how big the roof is, I said; I cast F I R E B A L L"

Truly, the tressym of a wizard...or, more appropriate, the wizard of a tressym. She taught him how to lose his eyebrows REAL QUICK (Ty to the lovely who pointed out EXACTLY who raised who)

[trashcatsnark]

what if instead of being found on a temple roof, Tara came to camp after having found where Gale is and trotted into his tent to wake him up in the middle of the night because she's a cat tressym and they be like that- sees him and Tav snuggled together in their sleep and Gale gets woken up to the most scandalized

mR. DEKARIOS!!!????

[wizardsimper]

Tara finding out Mystra wants Gale to blow himself up

It's on sight, Mystra

[uldren-sov]

If there was any question that Tara was pretty much Gale's mom, I have now found undeniable proof that she is.

Not only does she love him dearly and helped save his life...

But she confirmed has chancletas too

[loviatarsluv-old]

just a wizard and his cat- er, tressym… friend.

[artilaz]

Seeing some absolutely lovely fanart with an aged version of Gale in it earlier made me want to try to make a model for an older Tristan as well, and since I still only have FFXIV at my disposal, that's what I rolled with, as usual. Honestly, I absolutely love the result! I originally wanted to give him a bit less saturated hair, but it ended up making him look pale as a ghost, so I guess he gets to remain blond for another couple decades. He is getting some white strands though, they just don't seem to stand out very well.

I've mentioned it in other posts before, but I'll gladly do so again: Once he and Gale settle down in Waterdeep, he'll become a shipwright at the Waterdhavian docks, and I can absolutely see him doing that job until his body can't bear it anymore. And since shipwrighting is a branch of carpentry, I also gave him some clothes that can only be worn by carpenters in FFXIV. I think he looks amazing in the outfit, and now I can't wait for him and Gale to grow old together 💙💜

Not pictured in these images: Tara seething in the background over both of them having beards now 😂

[enchiiridion]

Visibly relieved, Volo's smile takes on a more genuine appearance, worried that Malchior may chastise him for such brazen naivety. Volo never really traveled with a party ( he would follow, had been part of a company off the side by Neverwinter, but he was not 'in' a group ), but it was true he coasted along his life by the charity of many people-- at least, people who didn't immediately kick him out for his damning reputation. A reputation he is mostly free of, now that he's in Spirale.

( many years ago in a tavern brawl, a mindflayer took hold of Volo and nearly ended him; most watched, for who would be willing to save Volothamp Geddarm of all people? it hadn't been too long for Elminster to appear-- though not before a stone of thoughts had been implanted, unbeknownst to him ). "Ah, well-- I have written all manner of guidebooks for the intrepid adventurer!"

"Let's see..." He counted with his fingers eyes distant. Just how many has he written? How many are published? What about those travel pamphlets and commissions... "I'm fairly certain I've written far more than my fair share of books!" Not all were of the Guide to All Things Magical variety, but he feels as though his contributions were enough to prove his credibility. "I'm known less for my arcane talent, really. But I've been under the tutelage of the great Elminster Aumar himself! Certainly noteworthy!"

What a peculiar fellow. Malchior was adjusting to the new realm himself, but it seemed this man was rather ... well, how could he describe the aura he sensed from this man? He was prideful if nothing else.

❝ A famed mage? ❞ The more the man spoke, the more Malchior understood the situation. This man, mage or not, was rather desperate for food and shelter. He couldn't help but laugh- not with malice, but it was still rather amusing.

❝ I see, now! ❞

❝ You are used to traveling in a group, I'd assume? Do you want me to charm someone into offering some food and drink? ❞ He's joking, of course, because Malchior's not keen on making a mess when he's only just arrived to this new city- he'd rather build things from the ground up and hope that maybe one day he'd have some concrete answers- ❝ The people here seem to understand that there are times where we will be unable to pay for food or drink, but after that, I would think that we would have to find ways to make a living. ❞

❝ Very well, if you require an escort, I will travel with you. I admit, I have questions to ask, you said you are a famed mage- what is it that has brought you that sort of fame? I am also a mage, so it's nice to come across another. ❞

[mageofgoobygrove]

Look After You (Baldur’s Gate 3)

A little something while I await for requests. Hope you enjoy! (8/2: i’m a dumbass, today was so unnecessarily hectic that i almost forgot to post. forgive me 🙈)

Gale Dekarios/Tav

(Featuring — Tara)

"Surely he should be here by now, Mrs. Dekarios?"

Gale almost sighed in deep relief when he heard Tara's voice. He stood outside of his tower just about to murmur the right words to unlock the front door. Because it was locked by magic rather than a mechanism, it took you some time to learn how it functioned. Magic wasn't your specialty, just as his wasn't swinging a blade.

Although this was an uncommon ground, it was days such as these that made him appreciate it. Coming home from teaching wild, ruthless prodigies was more than enough magic for one day.

The lock clicked once Gale commanded it. When he pushed the door open, he was met with his Tressym ready to greet him.

"Mr. Dekarios!" Tara said with surprise, more than was necessary. Before Gale could speak, she began making her rounds between his legs. She sniffed at his scorched pants and took note of the dark footprints on the matt below before stepping back.

Gale knew better than to try and move.

"What a state to return in! Who did this to you?"

"Tara, please," Gale begged in a whisper. "I will explain everything if you'd so kindly help me get to the bedroom."

"You reek of smoke, Mr. Dekarios." Tara explained flatly, "there is no sneaking around the tower."

"Tara—“

Tara interrupted with a loud shout. "Mrs. Dekarios!"

Gale had exactly six seconds before you'd see his singed appearance. Each second went by too quickly for his liking as he considered every option he had. First, there was the thought of an illusion spell. A quick wave of his hands (as you tended to describe it) and the magic word would save him from embarrassment. If you were easy to trick. Second came the grand idea to dash off and find a cover.

"You cannot hide this, Mr. Dekarios. And do not dare move, you will stain the floor."

"Well," Gale weakly shot back, "worse has happened in this tower."

At that moment, you rounded the corner and went in for a hug. Your smile quickly disappeared when you caught sight of the black, powdery substance all over Gale. Before you could touch him, you reeled back. Gale smiled as you took in his messy state.

"Am I glad to see you."

Gale hardly moved as you reached up and rubbed the powder from around his eyes. It hardly budged, but you were far more stubborn. He hummed with content at the small gesture.

"I can hardly see you, dearest," you laughed as his skin began to show. In a more softer tone, you asked, "I assume class went as planned?"

“The first hour? Oh, it was magnificent.” Gale explained as you reached down to Tara. She had left and returned with a damp cloth between her canines. It made progress much easier has you gently wiped his face.

“We delved deeper into the arcane, between electric cities and heatwaves. One asked me to demonstrate a fireball, which I rejected the idea immediately. Safety first, I said, when it could be practiced. Unleashing a fireball in a room full of young students is undoubtedly a quick path to losing my job.”

You hummed for him to continue. Tara instructed for him to undress before setting off to find something to cover him with. You took a step back as he started with his boots and worked his way up.

“So,” Gale waited for Tara to be out of earshot. If she heard, she would be attending class the next day with him. She would surely lecture his students about their actions until the end of time. And even after. “A little Clem Amakiir decided to present for me. At me.”

Your focus was wavered. While defiance at Blackstaff wasn’t new, a student attacking your husband was.

“Surely it was an accident.” Those children better pray it was.

Gale chuckled. “The fireball? No. No, that was completely intentional. To aim towards me…that was the mistake. At least I’m hoping it was. I suppose if my students wanted to kill me, it would’ve happened by now.”

Before you could scold him for his words, Tara returned. Her wings were stretched out as she carried clean robes for the wizard.

“Thank you, Tara.” Gale reached for the clothes on her back.

“I shall attend class with you tomorrow,” Tara stated as Gale redressed himself. “Allow me to teach those children obedience.”

“That is most unnecessary,” Gale dismissed, positive that Tara overheard him despite his careful volume. “They’re simply eager to learn! I cannot punish them for having a hunger for knowledge.”

“You can punish them for an attack, Mr. Dekarios.”

“What do you think?” Gale sighed as he looked over to you. As he struggled with the last hooks on the robe, you came to help. “I say, let them off with a warning.”

“Perhaps Tara is right.” You commented, “you have a hard time disciplining, Gale. Let her help you.”

“They’re not psychopathic,” Gale tried to defend.

“One is.”

Gale held back a laugh with a scoff. “She needs guidance. From her professor.”

You looked up and met his gaze. He was watching you hook the clasps, which was something he always fought with. But you could do it right, each and every time. He smiled at you, “you’re a natural.”

“Oh, do not change the subject!” Tara caught on.

Gale almost had forgotten she was there. Everytime he caught a glimpse of you, everything else would fade into milky darkness. As you pressed a kiss to his cheek, he peered back down at Tara. “I’ll think about it, Tara. Now may I relax with my dear wife?“

Tara squinted at him, “you may, Mr. Dekarios.“

Gale shivered as she walked away. With Tara on her own, he wrapped his arms around your waist and turned his attention toward you. He was looking forward to anything and everything that didn’t involve magic, for sometime.

“How do I look?”

You fixed his collar with a grin. “I’ll allow the mirror to answer.”

[galedekarios]

🐱

[ex-textura]

Bloodweave headcannon: Astarion and Tara DO NOT GET ALONG. With what she says at the epilogue party about the romantic partner taking Gale away from her? No way Astarion would take that attitude with grace, so he and Tara are quiet enemies (maybe bit of frenemies?), glaring at each other over Gales shoulder and pretending to be innocent while he is looking. He knows, of course, but just rolls his eyes at them and appreciates that they care enough to try to hide it around him.

I love this! Yes!!!

These two are, at their core, two cats who have been forced to cohabitate and are NOT having it! They both love Gale so they're gonna bite their tongues. Most of the time. But they are absolutely spitting and hissing behind his back.

And he just pretends he does not see. Best not to rock that boat. Let his loves have their dignity.

But if anyone even looks at Astarion wrong? Tressym fireball to the face! And don't you dare call her a cat she is a Tressym! Thank you very much she may be his mortal enemy but show the lady some R E S P E C T!

You're so right. You're. So. Right!

[pondering-gales-left-orb]

I find it funny how people are confused with Gale telling tav that he has a cat then says shes not a cat shes a tressym then again that shes his friend

As if we all dont do the same exact thing with our cats like first we go yes i have a pet cat :3 then after a while we will say to anyone who listens that they are our children our friends our roomates the owners of our house actually :D

But also like dont lie to me and tell me that if your cat had the ability to speak and talk back to you in a human language you wouldn't try to stay on the kitties good side but adressing them properly? In this context "Tara is not a cat shes a tressym and a very capable one at that" is completely correct no writing plot holes here lol gale is trying to respect Tara in her presence because he doesn't want to get an earful from her about it the same way your cat would scratch ur eyes out and call you an idiot if you called her your "pet" infront of her and other people Tara would fireball his ass into oblivion if he calls her his pet cat infront of his friends lol

[kudzuoath]

I'm DYING. I knew Tara could launch a fireball at the player, but I didn't realize she would also do it to Gale. I love Tara. She is such a gremlin.

[photo ID:

Tara the Tressym: Actually Mr. Dekarios, I think the sorry one will be you. [devnote: Tara launches a magic missile/fireball at Gale.]

Gale: I am. Stop that Tara! You need to leave the pigeons be.

Tara the Tressym: Oh no. I'm chastened. Tara the Tressym: In actual fact, I'm going to eat them up even faster and more voraciously than i did before. How about that? [devnote: Tara eats all of the pigeons after this.]

end ID ]

[we-ask-beforewe-bite]

Tressym: Now, now, darling - you'll want to leave that be. Gale: Tara remains as wilful as ever, but I'm glad you've finally made her acquaintance. Given the length of time away, I feared she might have given up on me. I should have known better - she'd never do such a thing. Levis: She launched a fireball at me, Gale! Gale: Oh, I'm sure she had her reasons. I'd actually been thinking about introducing the two of you anyway. Over a sumptuous home-cooked meal, if that sounds at all to your taste? My tower in Waterdeep boasts an excellent kitchen and a wine cellar to rival Ondal himself. Not to mention a larder stocked with my homemade hundur sauce. Levis: Inviting me to your house for the first time? You must really like me. Gale: More than you could possibly believe. Now that we've got something to look forward to, I think it's time we went and saved the world. Don't you?

[ I misclicked and made Levis steal the post rather than trigger an interaction. ]

[egooppidum]

LMAO

Tara the Tressym: Actually, Mr Dekarios, I think the sorry one will be you. (devnote: Tara launches a magic missle/fireball at Gale)