#and possibly even gale

[psalacanthea]

the trick to making an OC who is incredibly horny for every love interest without having to write every romance is to make them so feral and insane in an incredibly specific fashion, so that only your chosen romance partner would possibly pick this rabid creature out of the trash

[rcbertleckie]

masters of the air · part nine

[saveskum]

i need u guys to know that this is the original speed at which gale does his somatics for spells and i have to slow it down so you can actually see the handwork. whoever mocapped these ( whether its gales actor or someone else ) you are a god dam demon. if you animated it by hand? you're a legend

[lunian]

ohhhh nooooo YT what are you doing to meeeee, what is this recommendation

ohh nooo *twirls hair*

[fayeriee]

I love how Astarion’s dialogue on your first long rest changes depending on if you talk to him first, second, (third?), or last.

If you talk to him after already speaking with everyone else he literally says “do you mind? I’m brooding” HE IS SULKING!!! He wants you to pay attention to him and if you don’t he literally pouts

love of my life behaviour

[imasexypotato]

Imagine Gale having an "Oh" moment the first time he realises John loves him.

I HC that Gale grew up with a very absent mother and a terrible father. So he isn't used to anyone doing anything for him.

No affection, no care, no love. He's used to people only caring about themselves. So it never crosses his mind that someone could ever truly love him.

That is, until he meets John.

He's wonderful. He's the complete opposite of Gale. He's outgoing, he's loud, friendly. He wears his heart on his sleeve. He isn't scared of speaking his mind.

He's perfect.

At least, to Gale he is.

He's so happy after they become friends. Why John picked him out of everyone there to be his friend, Gale had no clue, but he wasn't about to complain.

It's only a matter of time before Gale starts to wonder when it will end. Everyone leaves eventually. People get tired of him and move on.

So Gale watches and waits. Waits for John to falter. Waits for him to realise Gale isn't worth his time. Waits for him to leave.

But he never does.

Over the years, Gale waits for the other shoe to drop. Waits for the happiness to end. Waits for John to leave him behind.

Soon, he tells himself over and over.

Because there's no way Gale deserves John's friendship. He doesn't deserve his kindness, his care, his devotion, his love.

And yet, the day never comes.

John doesn't stop caring. He doesn't stop smiling at him. He doesnt stop touching him oh so gently, as though Gale was something special. Something to be treasured.

It's like John has an endless supply of .... something Gale doesn't dare to dream of.

He keeps on treating him the same as always, and soon enough Gale can't take it.

Why hasn't he left yet? Why does he continue to stand by his side? What did John see in Gale that was worth wasting his time on?

And then, one day, he realises.

Perhaps it's something small, something no one else would bat an eye at. Something John says or does that makes Gale realise the truth.

Oh

John loves him.

It's that simple.

Nothing more and nothing less.

That's all there is to it.

Love.

[iamnoodnood]

my durges (vharris and neried) and their partners

boy they will not get along ☝

[mantischrysalis]

misusing polymorph for fun and relaxation

[alienoresimagines]

We need more Gale and catholic guilt, not in a religious sort of way but the something-is-wrong-with-me kind of way. Not only for the angst and to add on to his already suppressed emotions but also for those kind of thinking and spiraling after a night with John

[ao3userforgets]

i need to mutter into the void so i’m going to post under the cut the trials and tribs of my current clegan fic writing experience so no one including (especially) me has to make eye contact with it. it’s basically a diary entry. god bless anyone that reads it lol. love and light 🫶

goddamn writing this fic is kicking my ass. it was just meant to be an angsty gale introspective. then i started another and that was meant to be them just fucking absolute nasty style. now i fear they have combined, morphed, metamorphosed, and it’s becoming a monster. goddamn. what does one do in this situation? it would be my first time posting in this fandom and my second time posting fic at all. i’m shaking in my boots about it. there is so much wonderful fic being posted for this pairing and so many approaches and styles. i would love to get mine out and see it amongst those works. i’m just not sure how to go about constructing this fic and how to post about it. i’d like to post some bits and pieces and maybe someone will see it and tell me it’s worth it to finish it but first and foremost i’m really writing this for myself, because it’s the type of fic i love to read and also i feel like i need to be writing it so my mind is creating something. and it would feel like a waste to me and a let down for myself if i never post it. also i’m projecting very hard onto it and onto gale as a character, so it feels kind of personal in some parts? which can’t totally be avoided but because of that and because the way i write is also very personal to me it’s making something that should be fun to post about feel quite daunting. but i want to push myself so badly because it’s been years since i’ve done that, maybe i’ve never done that. and Of Course it’s wwii yaoi that’s gotten me to this point.

anyway, y’all ever think about gale identifying as a more feminine being than is expected for a man like him in the time he’s in, thus manifesting itself into years of repression he’s not entirely aware of until he meets and grows closer to bucky, and how he comes to terms with being awakened in such a way that has laid dormant until he’s in the literal u.s. military, and eventually in one of the least survivable theatres of the war, and in suffocating proximity day in and day out with one john bucky egan? and how he navigates his bond with marge, now in contrast to how he feels for john? and how even his childhood and the lives of his parents is being pushed forwards in his consciousness in relation to his sense of self and his place in the lives of others? oh and also how absolutely Biblically he wants john, in the most unconventional and all encompassing ways? all while he has no context for queerness and sexuality as it relates to himself? i dunno what freak would be into writing or reading that 👀 🚬💀

[beemot]

b\g\3 spoilers (kinda)

[ray × gale]

[sinvulkt]

BG3 platonic fanfic recs (Gale-centric or others)

So (the Force help me) I recently fell into bg3's hole. And I fell deep. (Well only 19h of gaming for now XD. In the underground. But i don't mind spoils).

So I wondered if anyone around had any good Gale-centric fanfics? Or just Gen (=platonic, no romance or romance is not the center of the story) bg3 fanfic recs with any main character?

Yes I know this whole fandom is horny and no I have nothing against Astarion (who seem to be the center of 80% of the fanfics XD). I'm not a fan of self-insert nor smut though, and i dislike romance (yet i love bromance :p), but if the story is good the story is good.

Well crack and angst (or well action adventure plot) are the best in my opinion (not a fan of fluff either most times, i need things to be on the move). All lenghts are good but 20k—80k tend to be the best.

[y-rhywbeth2]

Apparently Elminster has learnt French and taught it to some of his apprentices as a code language (since about 99%+ of the global population has zero exposure to Earth hidden portals and all and will never encounter the language to know how to translate).

...I wonder if he taught Gale any?

[deer-with-a-stick]

I think someone should just throw all of the BG3 companions into Dungeon of the Mad Mage. Just take the post-canon generally considered "good" endings and throw em in there.

Why? Because it would be hilarious to me and also that's like the one official module that goes up to level 20.

I won't lie and say the only thing I can think of is the team trying to kill an angry mechanical purple worm while screeching at Gale because "what do you mean we're in Waterdeep and you know the bastard who owns this death trap?? I was perfectly alright in the damn Underdark thank you very much I did not sign up for this"

[kyeterna]

"Oh General, what did you witness the night of the tragedy?

Oh General, could you have even known that your inability to act doomed the world?"

The Army of the Primordial Flame, the only strictly military guild- working directly under the Fourth Overseer, has been known for its expansionist expeditions throughout the world. Expedition "AURORA" was one like many. To lead such an expedition means your strategic skill has been acknowledged by the Fourth Overseer himself, the greatest honour. Gale was never really religious, he didn't care much about the Fourth's vision of the world. He just liked the prestige and importance that came with his role. And he was good at it.

The expedition was successful, only taking 4 months with no casualties. Back at Farport, he had managed to return with all 560 soldiers and mercenaries contracted from the Pharus Guild alive. Their trip back to Arkhan would have taken 3 days by boat. As Volkan had warned him; "It would be the best course of action, after all I have good reason to believe you might get attacked by enemy guilds on your way back. Keep an eye out for ambushes". The god couldn't accompany them as he had other matters to attend to. But Gale had other plans. His wife had given birth to their first kid just 2 months prior and his home, Spithol, was less than a day away. Sure it was the opposite direction than their destination, but surely it should be safe. There was no way any other guilds could have possibly known about the detour. And he missed his family so much.

They were at the town gates by evening. A joyous occasion, worthy of festivities. By night an entire festival was ready for both the civilians and the soldiers to enjoy. A celebration of the success and safe return. In honour of the hero of the town Gale. What later turned into the event known as the Unyielding Flame Massarce.

After a few hours of time with his family, plenty of food and a couple of drinks, movement away from the venue caught Gale's eye. A little drunk but still aware enough of his surroundings he ventured deeper into the dark alleyways of the town. At that point people were either fast asleep in their houses or still celebrating at the centre of the town, so the only light by now was coming from the clear starlit sky. A moment of peaceful quiet. The general slowly breathed in. The scent of the night humidity and- gunpowder?

What a terrible time to be drunk. After investigation, as much as one can investigate when under the influence, he realised that most of the town seemed to have been trapped. But no sign of culprits- everyone he had seen up to that point were people he knew. None of them could have done this, right? He ran to the town walls, towards the gates. Frozen shut via an impenetrable substance. Upon further investigation he came to the grim realisation that they were all trapped inside for good. As he looked for potential suspects or ways out if the worst was to happen he came across one of the people contracted from the Pharus guild. "We are in trouble- have you seen anyone suspicious around town?". A pause. It was too dark for Gale to read that man's expression. "No- not that I am aware-" "You need to warn the rest of the crew, we have to find a way to evacuate everyone" another pause. "Sure".

After minutes pass with no news from the crew or any results from his investigation, he headed towards the centre himself. And in the distance, in the sky, he could clearly see smoke. Mind racing he ran towards the festival. Tripping on his way back- what a terrible time to be drunk- he came across that same mercenary holding a torch. Making eye contact they both froze. Adam- he thinks that was his name, stared at him like a deer caught in headlights. Gale tightened the grip on his sword. He thought he understood what was happening in front of him. He thought for a moment that of course this was happening. He thought of killing the man in front of him. But he hesitated. At a standstill he couldn't help but think how much he just wanted to see his wife and daughter. The sound of explosions and loud screaming brought him back to reality. And he ran towards his home. Letting the man go.

It didn't take long for the fire to spread throughout the city. It didn't take long for the laughter of joy from the festivities to be turned into screams for help. It didn't take long for the smoke to overtake all the senses. Chaos and confusion spread. Gale tried directing his crew to help the people calm down- but where would they go? There was no escape, none that he could find. It didn't take long till the men in his crew who weren't consumed by the flames starting fighting each other. And all Gale could think about at that moment was how badly he wished to see his wife and daughter. He ran and ran, burnt corpses surrounding him. The smell of smoke and burnt flesh slowly choking him. His armour suffocating him, oh how badly he wanted to get rid of it. But it was his only protection from the fire. And he ran as towering flames grazed him. And he ran tripping on collapsed people, some still conscious enough to scream in pain. Maybe they were all cursing him at that moment. But all he could think about was how badly he wished to see his wife and daughter.

When he finally arrived at his home, it was completely ablaze. "Lyn?!" He shouted, choking on some of the smoke. No response. He jumped inside and looked around. He couldn't see anything but fire and smoke. Parts of the roof had already collapsed. And as he walked forward the floor beneath him crumbled and he fell in the basement, which had been untouched from the fire. As he was attempting to stand up again more debris fell on him, knocking him unconscious.

Hours passed before he finally got up to the first light of dawn. He slowly stood up, and made his way upstairs. By now his house had been completely burnt. Looking outside there were still fires burning some of the houses but he couldn't hear anything or anyone else. He walked further inside the house. A burnt corpse hunched over the what used to be a cradle. Ah. He sat there for what felt like ages, staring at the gruesome sight in front of him. He got to live out of sheer dumb luck. Just dumb luck.

When evening started approaching he just walked out. Very few fires were still burning in the distance, only some smoke now visible. He started looking around the streets and houses for anyone alive. He made sure to count them all. 2, 5, 10, 27, 42, 75, 100, 341, 784, and the number kept growing, and growing. People he could no longer recognise, people he had grown up with, people he had fought with, people he had so horribly failed. 1207 civilians dead. 558 soldiers dead. 1 missing person. Only survivor- Gale himself. By night he reached the gates of the town. Still completely frozen shut. And so he dug.

What followed after was a haze. He just walked for days, dwelling on that night. Ways he could have prevented it, ways it could have been better. Plagued by images of that night, all the victims. Why did they have to die. Why did he have to live.

A chuckle echoed in his ears. He looked up and saw a figure of legend. At least he thought he saw Her. It had to be. White robe, blindfold, the three halos decorating Her head, the pale hair and complexion. The doting Mother, Creation, Amatheia. She was smiling at the man. A smile that invoked fear. She reached Her hand out. The Witness of the end, of fates worse than death. And the verdict was decided.

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Have some stills I like

(for the previous one i like both cleaned up and sketch versions a lot)

[feelboss]

SO IT TURNS OUT IF YOU DON'T LONG REST ENOUGH IN ACT 1 YOU MAY BE ABLE TO POTENTIALLY FUCK YOURSELF OUT OF ROMANCES WITH THE ORIGIN CHARACTERS AND GUESS WHO MADE THE GAME AND ROMANCING HARDER FOR THEMSELVES BC I TOLD EVERYONE TO JUST WALK IT THE FUCK OFF, CANTRIPS ARE FINE

thankfully it seems i have rerailed the train to fucksville by going BACK to the act 1 area and sleeping there...

sopping wet filthy lil horny bitch