#Baldur’s gate 3

[spidertams]

You are my sunshiiine, my only sunshiiine… ☀️

[swordmaid]

act 2 with a high charisma tav

[barbatusart]

astarion doesn’t like milk 😔

[rahuratna]

This is absolutely incredible. Thank you for drawing my king in all his fabulous glory.

Magistrate

Prompt on twitter 💫

Print ❤️

[clairebearsparkles]

Doodled the main six companions, I love every single one of these guys

[kelvnn]

Saw this guy and said ew ew ew ew ew ew ugly and then felt so bad I cried and bought him ⭐️

[skeptical-lynx]

Prt.8 of Accidental bat boyfriend series

and also a prompt for “Mess with the Dishes”

on twtr: https://x.com/skeptical_lynx/status/1873409149150859313?s=46&t=EuBiJuFrpmM7JiLiuDbaCA

on bsky: https://bsky.app/profile/skeptical-lynx.bsky.social/post/3lehhzmflfc2w

[dominas-bg3-bullshit]

Oh I just adore this.

Thinking about Gale's spellbook.

Not the old one, the one he carried when he was Gale, the Wizard of Waterdeep - a gorgeous, leather-and-silver bound thing that bulged with a lifetime's worth of accumulated knowledge. There were spells in there penned over wine and cheese with Elminster; in a flow state that bordered on the spiritual after a night with Mystra, remembering her instruction, the feel of her soul against his. That spellbook was the testament to his success, the proof that he had excelled beyond the excellent -

And then Mystra cut him off from the Weave, and it all become meaningless.

His own runes, rendered incomprehensible; beautiful spell-glyphs that turned from condensed power and knowledge to worthless pieces of art. He has to start anew, from the ground up - reforging his connection to the Weave without Mystra's guidance (without her, without), relearning schoolboy spells. Humiliatingly easy magic, the kind he used to do like it was breathing, except this time he has to study and work and try and try, Tara urging him on with firm but gentle words.

He learns different spells, now. Mage Armour, Shield, Magic Missile. Not the kind of spells that he'll ever need on a day-to-day basis; spells that'll keep him alive long enough when he makes an exodus to the depths of the Underdark, or the centre of some desert wastes, and goes supernova.

The new spellbook is a plainer thing, small enough to fit in a robe pocket (because extradimensional storage spaces are no longer things he can make with a thought). And then he's snatched by a Nautiloid, and... honestly, he'd swear that the spine just wants to hold onto blood-spatters, no matter how many times he cleans them out. The pages get spotted from all the times he's had to flick them open in driving rain; the corners get creased from being shoved in and out of his robes.

And absolutely nothing can protect it from the unstoppable force of his friends.

Karlach nearly sends the whole thing up in flames one night by gesticulating a bit too wildly. Wyll laughs too hard one night and sprays wine all over Gale's new notes on Abjuration. Scratch picks up the entire thing and runs off with it when Gale's back is foolishly turned, and it's only a stern talking-to from Halsin that saves the whole thing from becoming a chew toy.

Smiley cat faces, doodled on the pages in Yenna's untidy hand. A helpful comment from Karlach on the Fireball page: 'AKA FUCK YEAH LET'S GO!!!!' A few lines of Wyll's perfect handwriting, a memento from a long discussion about how infernal energies could enhance fire magic; a few observations from Shadowheart on warding enchantments. Some terse comments on psionic magic from Lae'zel that Gale finds himself weaving into his Shields, and they do seem to hold up a little better now. (Other hands on his spellbook! Touching the pages he carries close to his heart! The man he was would never have believed it.)

He thinks of them all, as he writes new spells. Counterspell, because nothing will touch them. Spells that will carry his people from danger and shield them from harm. He watches Astarion pace before the fire one night and inscribes Sunbeam with a cold smile of promise to Cazador; he glowers at Mizora over the edge of the pages as he ponders what spells would be best suited to killing a devil.

A wizard's spellbook, Elminster told him once, is a reflection of their soul. Gale of Waterdeep's spellbook was a marvel; perfect and polished and resplendant. Untouched by any hands but his own.

Gale Dekarios's spellbook is battered and beloved, covered on every page with the fingerprints of his friends.

[sirgavvainet]

Book club

[dekariosclan]

This is a mature/18+ ask, so I’m sorry in advance!

But how would do you think Gale would approach a lover who is more vanilla? Since Gale is probably one of the biggest freaks among the companions, do you think he’d get bored with a not kinky tav?

Anon, do not apologize for this wonderful ask! This is the perfect question to follow the last ask I answered, because it shows what a wide variety of Galemancers exist in this community.

This question is one after my own heart, because I myself tend to lean more on the vanilla side of things (my first Bg3 playthrough I chose the ‘bed’ romance with Gale because the astral option had me yelling “ARE YOU NAKED IN THE SKY RIGHT NOW?! 😳 CAN EVERYONE IN BALDURS GATE SEE THIS?! OHGODSOHNO—”)

I was never so happy to see a huge bed in a field after that LOL

Now, to your question:

slightly 18+ answer under the cut

I really believe Gale would be exceptionally happy with a vanilla lover. Even though he enjoys physical exploration and experimentation with his partner, the thing he cares most about is the loving bond he shares with them.

And that is 100% on a spiritual and emotional level, not a physical one.

It is actual canon that Gale will still love and want to be with Tav even if he cannot touch them. This is shown in Karlach’s Act 2 romance scene with Gale, if it happens before she has her engine fixed:

So, a vanilla romance? Where Gale CAN touch and embrace and kiss his lover? Where he can murmur sweet declarations of love into their ear as he slowly brings them both to climax?! Gale would be over the moon.

To prove this to you, I have analyzed Gale’s romance interactions closely (watched multiple YouTube clips) with a team of scientists (myself and my elderly cat) to show you the exact moments during lovemaking that are of the utmost importance to him. Are you ready? Be sure to look close so you don’t miss it:

It’s this:

And this:

That’s it.

It’s Gale getting to gaze into his beloved’s eyes, to feel their touch on his skin, to know that they love him just as much as he loves them.

That’s all he needs and wants.

And he will never, never, never get bored of that.

[quacaserous]

the dragon has three heads;

one to be a murderer, who will unleash death,

one to be a monarch, whose crown will weigh heavy,

and one to be mad, whose ideas will change history.

[iivieberry]

Drawing Gale naked has been a blessing lately, I’m ready to fight this week head on now, thank you naked Gale

I hope he brings you luck 🍀

Full uncensored version on my Patreon

[ranger-danger]

⚙️ Hlao-Roo Elmleaf & Gale Dekarios ✨

[barbatusart]

still playin with the watercolor brushes hehe

[reverieblondie]

Spicy idea: Halsin talking to someone over a tall wall or fence and tav Touching/sucking him off to get a reaction out of him until the person leaves and then halsin lets her HAVE IT, punishment or just super riled up

Okay I love love this idea! Halsin is one of my favorite characters, but he is so hard to write for. I hope you enjoy!

18+! Fem receiving oral, Male receiving oral.

Halsin practically growls as his eyes roll. His head tilts back, "That's perfect, my heart. You're taking me. So well."

Halsin's voice purrs out the praise making your stomach flip as you swallow down another inch of his cock, the girth, and length making you gage, forcing drool to slide from your lips, dripping from your chin to your bare thighs. You're rewarded with another moan from the towering druid, his fist full of your hair tightening, making you whine.

The painful stretch in your throat and on your scalp, however, with every shove and pull, you circle your clit faster, making you practically purr against his cock. 

Pulling away from him you let out a gasp for air, you hold tight onto his thick thighs. Halsin looks down at you, affection filling his hazel eyes. You take his hot, spit-soaked length and roll your tongue over his tip peddling with pre cum. Halsin growls as soon as your tongue teases his tip with slow licks, then quick kitten licks, "You damn minx, you trying to get me to make a mess on your face?"

You just hum at him as you take his tip back between your lips. Halsin's about to taunt you more as he returns his hand to your hair. Then suddenly, the sound of a snapping branch makes Halsin instantly push you closer…You gage with the sudden deep intrusion; moving to push away for a break, you only feel Halsin let out a shaky breath as you're forced to be pinned against the low cobblestone wall. "H-Hello Gale, What brings you out here to these ruins."

"Ah! Hello Halsin, just looking for a quiet place to read from a tome or two."

The sudden guest makes you freeze; you didn't expect when you dragged Halsin out here, others would show up! And, of course, it's Gale; damn blabbermouth would probably let it slip what he caught you two doing. Flicking your eyes up, you see a nervous-looking Halsin. It's not that he's embarrassed, but he likes privacy for intimate moments like this. Halsin briefly meets your gaze in what you're hoping he can read: 'Get rid of him.' 

Gale is completely unaware of the compromising position that you're in. You lean against the short wall, right... just go ahead and get comfortable... It's not like you have a massive man down your throat!

"Halsin… um… actually, I'm glad I ran into you… I've been meaning to talk to you..."

A love confession!? You're about to pull away from Halsin, but his large hand keeps on the back of your head, keeping you steady.

"Sure, what do you need?"

From how it sounds, Gale is nervously trying to formulate his thoughts. You're feeling more and more anxious, starting to lose your patience, but Halsin just carefully rubs your head as he discreetly rocks his hips in and out of your mouth. 300-year-old perv... 

"Well... I wanted to ask your opinion or rather your advice about something, actually more, someone."

He's not actually trying to get advice right now, is he? You groan, and Halsin hides his moan with a slight chuckle. Oh, if he thinks this is funny, you can make it hard for him… Moving your tongue over his length, feeling as he slightly shifts, trying to keep his calm demeanor.

"I wanted your advice on... being able to know if someone is... interested. I know how to flirt, but I don't know if she is interested."

He's talking about Shadowheart.....

"You're talking about Shadowheart." Halsin echoes your inner thoughts. Halsin looks down quickly, giving you a sympathetic smile. But you're not going to make this easy on him... Gale is long-winded, and you plan on torturing Halsin for every second.

"So, just talk to her? Ask her flat out?"

Halsin groans; his need to release is killing him, but Gate keeps going on and on. Halsin thought he was long-winded before, but now... and you... Oh, you're asking for it with the way you hollow your cheeks around his girth, playing with his balls as you bob up and down. As soon as Gale is gone, he will give you exactly what you deserve for your patience. Halsin has to hold back his grin; he hasn't had this much fun with another in a long time. You know exactly how to rile him up.

"Yes, please just go speak with her... quickly."

Gale looks a bit surprised, "Now? Like right now?" 

"Yes! Do not waste a moment. Go."

With Halsin's advice, Gale runs off to find Shadowheart. You only have a second to silently wish him luck before you're pulled by Halsin; he lifts you up from your sore knees. Large hands holding your thighs tightly as he makes you wrap your legs around his waist. You think you see his hazel eyes glow gold before he eagerly kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth in a fever. His grip gets tighter as he tastes himself on your tongue, but that's not the taste he's looking for... 

"I thought he would never leave..." Halsin husk as he parts from your lips... his hips rutting against your hot core as he buries his nose in your hair, trying to ground himself, but from the thick strain rubbing against your cunt he's about to lose all control. His hands slide down to the front of your trousers, and he wastes no time untying them. Instead, opt for ripping the front open, exposing your wet cunt.

Halsins growled in your ear again. "Then there's you and your damn teasing of my cock…" 

One hand holds your ass in a tight squeeze as his other other hand's fingers start to fill

your pussy, prepping you. "I hope you had your fill... because it's my turn, my heart."

Before you can gather back your senses, he's swiftly pulling his thick fingers out of your cunt and lifting you so your legs are resting on his shoulders and his face is buried in your cunt. His nose immediately dives into your pussy, rubbing against your clit as his tongue gives slow licks.

"Hal-Halsin! Ahh~" is what you gasp as you hold a fist full of his brown hair. Halsin smiles at your reaction before bouncing you further up his shoulders as his lapping tongue moves to pump in and out of you.

Before long, you're grinding your cunt over his face as he holds tight handfuls of your ass. You knew he was strong, but to have you like this is taking your breath away... well, and that tongue of his fucking you. 

Halsin parts from you smiling up at your sweat-shined face. His gorgeous face is covered in your glising arousal. 

"Please..." is all you can rasp before Halsin shakes his head. "Sorry, little one. I think you can endure more."

It's the darkest you have ever heard him sound... then his mouth goes back to your cunt, wrapping his lips around your clit and giving a hard suck with a chuckle... He plans on torturing you.