#darkweave

[archduchessgortash]

Gale Dekarios, Act 1

Incorrect Quotes

They get progressively more incorrect as we go... and dirtier. Some are his thoughts. Most of the time, he's talking to Durge and reacting to everyone else's interruptions (usually Astarion).

When recruited:

Gale:

I am a powerful archmage! Or, I was before that unwelcome insertion in the ocular region. I'm brilliant and well-read. I even know the technical term for squidification.

Only a fool wouldn't like me.

No... it's not actually squidification, Astarion.

Also, Gale:

Please ignore the rock from which you pulled me. I am a very good wizard.

No, I am not telling you about my adventures as an archmage! We just met.

You may admire my Peter Pan pose instead. Just... don't get me killed.

But, if you do, resurrect me. Or the world will end.

What? I didn't say anything.

In the grove:

Gale:

Be nice to children, even the rascals. Especially the rascals.

Yes, I was a rascal, and people weren't always nice to me. You're very perceptive, Astarion. A bloody genius. Shall I pat you on the back? Oh, you've got that handled, have you? Splendid.

Also, Gale:

I, too, will ignore the very existence of those quite rascally, yet most certainly NOT children-shaped goblins that you, me, Astarion or Halsin may or may not have eviscerated.

Or incinerated.

Flirts and Weave scene:

Gale:

I'm a master of the weave, a wizard prodigy.

I was the Chosen of Mystra. And her lover.

Also, Gale:

But I'm really the villain. *Wink wink*

No, Astarion! I am not having 'dark urges' like our fearless leader.

No... I'm not actually the villain! I have to say that I am.

Because I'm the good pup and you're the bad cat, that's why.

What do you mean, Wyll is the good pup?!

Mizora does call him that...

Well, what am I then??

I have no idea what autistic nerd-bait is, Shadowheart. Is it new?

Ohhh...

I'm the brainy one that half of the fandom doesn't get because they're squirming illiterates. Right.

I said illiterates, not illithids!

Please put the greatsword down, Lae'zel.

Gale:

I might need to eat Shadowheart's spear very soon.

No, not that, Astarion! I have no idea whether or not she even has one. How would I? They took her underwear?? That's... an unbelievable invasion of privacy.

Wait! Where are mine???!

Also, Gale:

It's very nice that you still have your underwear, Astarion, in spite of your numerous attempts to fling them directly at our leader's face.

No, I still don't want to talk to you while we walk.

Unless... Do you think you could steal mine back? This robe is rather drafty.

Gale:

I trust you more than anyone other than my cat, and believe me, that is an achievement!

Also, Gale:

I am a ticking timebomb. I'm sorry for not telling you right away, even though you told me about your irrepressible need to murder. In my defense, I didn't take you seriously.

No one did.

Yes, I am ignoring you, Astarion.

Because I'm still freeballing!

Gale:

You know what? Keep the underwear.

Let me show you some beautiful magic...

Also, Gale:

They want to hold my hand now.

What do I DO???

Mid-Act 1:

Gale:

Your ass, uh, axe looks very delicious, uh, powerful. May I eat it? Not literally, of course. I'll be rearranging the matter into a form that the Orb can consume.

Yes, Karlach, consume does mean the same as eat. Good work paying attention when I was reading to you! They can take the tiefling out of the schoolhouse and throw her in the Hells, but they can't truly take the schoolhouse out of the tiefling.

No! I'm not calling you fat. I would never do such a thing! Even if you were.

Yes, I'll... make extra pudding with dinner.

Yes, you can have mine.

So, as I was saying... Can my Orb please eat your ass? Axe. AXE! The world might end if you don't let me eat your ass. AXE!!!

Gah! Mystra's eyelids!

Also, Gale:

Thank. You. For. Letting. Me. Eat. Your.... Axe. Yes! [Fist pump]

Tiefling party:

Gale:

I'll make them think I'm unavailable by talking about my Tressym like she's not a flying cat who treats me like her grandson.

Then, I'll surprise them by flirting.

Shit, they're onto me!

They flirted first. RUN!

Ow, my knees!

Also, Gale:

You smell. I'm into it.

Unfortunately, if I touch you, I will quite literally explode.

I love you, Gale Dekarios... 🤣🥰

[gub]

More Darkweave! i was giggling and kicking my feet the whole time btw LOL

[swindlefingrs]

Gale bringing Durge home to meet his mom and she's trying to get to know this person that makes their son so happy

"so what does your father do?" and how does Durge even break it to his mother who's been worried about him after breaking up with the goddess of magic, losing all his powers, and secluding himself for a year

here he is bringing home the literal child of the god of murder

Morena is never letting Gale out of her sight again

[infernalcrypt]

kind of want to post my darkweave fix-it fic… hnngrh

[vampirizzm]

amaranth, my beloved

[dndtreasury]

Darkweave

[justmebeing--me]

Once again inspired by @dekujinsart

Moreau has Donna's powers!

[animentality]

👀 hey, hey, I have a thing for you to think about. Fuck the canon for a minute. Who is your Gortash crack ship with?

I am a fanatic, anon.

I only ship Gortash with the Dark Urge. I have no side ships. I know no other loyalties.

I ship nothing else in Baldur's Gate.

I am the world's most dedicated solo shipper, and I know this makes me utterly depraved...

[rowandekarios]

if all of gale’s ship names end with “-weave” then. then uh. him and rowan are called shadow weave and that’s unfortunate but also hilarious

[boo-moved]

Komi and Gale should have a ship name

[starlightcleric]

Tagged by @dragonologist-phd to make some of my characters in this picrew! Thanks, it's really cozy!

Decided to do some characters who haven't gotten very much attention in a while, so here's Hazel the orlan fighter from Pillars of Eternity and Ruby the halfling rogue from my brother and my's game of Solasta: Crown of the Magister!

Tagging (no pressure): @orime-stories, @shimmer-like-agirl, @queen-scribbles, @haledamage, and whoever else wants to!

[gub]

My oath of vengeance paladin Tav, Durge (a temp name) and Gale! I call their pairing 'Darkweave' <3

[swindlefingrs]

The Astral Plane is beautiful. Saga tells Gale so. She thanks him for the experience, for sharing this time with her as they float in the translucent sea together. He slips his learned, delicate hands into hers, calloused and broad, and squeezes. They tell each other that they are enough, as they are.

She loses his gaze to the shifting colors of the Astral Plane and makes a promise to herself.

The next morning Saga packs a small tote bag. Bread, cheese, cider. The rest of lunch she can find along the way. She knows Gale doesn't move fast or well over rough ground, so she picks a trail flat enough for her purpose.

Gale only pitches well-mannered fits twice, but she tells him to be patient. It'll be worth it.

It is.

The astonished look on his face as they crest this trail makes her feel less guilty about the stitch in his side that he digs his fist into.

The rushing waterfall is thunderous from their cliff-side vantage point. Cold spray glitters in the air, catching the suns rays and breaking them into a thousand colors.

"This is beautiful," Gale says between wheezes.

Saga takes his hand and leads him a few feet further up the trail to a perfect spot to overlook the valley. She sets out a simple meal of what she brought and what she gathered on the way: salmon berries, miner's lettuce, violets, honeycomb.

She drizzles the honey and violets over the pot of soft cheese. They dip torn pieces of bread into it. Salty. Sweet. Herbaceous.

"I had imagined that wooing a ranger would come with it's own particular set of challenges, but if your goal was to get me alone, there are much easier ways of doing that rathet than asking me to scale a mountain," Gale teases as he pops a berry into his mouth. He squints as the tartness hits his tongue, and relaxes as the sweetness blooms after.

Saga sucks her teeth, brushing off his chiding. Instead she scoots closer to him, draping one arm around his waist and pointing out to the river below with her other hand. She revels in the feeling of him leaning against her. His breath on her cheek.

From where they sit she points out the stories that she can see written in the damp earth, broken twigs, dead grass, moss, and climbing vines.

“Elk cross there every other tenday."

Gale recites the binomial nomenclature for elk, Saga corrects him.

“Red elk, not Marsh Elk. Those are further south."

Gale corrects himself and recites the binomial for red elk.

“A hunter has taught her daughter how to hunt those elk. Just as her mother taught her. There's their blind.”

Saga points to a cluster of rushes next to an old oak tree.

“The scat from the herd fertilizes the water and those berry bushes.”

Eel grass languidly sways in the river's current. Glinting silver fish dart between the thick, green blades of the eel grass.

“These... berries?” Gale hesitates with a handful of yellow and orange salmon berries.

“Those berries.” She snatches one from his palm and bites down until it bursts tart and sweet in her mouth.

She nods southerly, “Look at the entrance to the cave. The bear sow had her tenth cub this spring. She brought down an elk recently. See the bones?”

“These leaves?” Saga plucks a handful of spade-shaped leaves from the bush nearby. She rolls them between her calloused fingers and breathes in their scent, before placing them under Gale’s nose. It smells like mossy pepper and golden melon. Interesting.

She cups the leaves in her palm, “Water,” she commands in a tone that is sweet for her.

With just a flick of his wrist, the leaves float in a pool of cool, clear water. She claps her hands together, rubbing them vigorously before revealing that her palms covered in milky suds.

“Soap.”

“Ah! For washing up! How fascinating,” Gale drags his fingers through the suds, rubbing them between his fingertips, testing the viscosity.

Saga takes a deep breath. Words aren't as easy for her as they are for Gale, “The Astral Plane is wonderful. You showed me that. Just don’t... don't forget about this plane, yeah? It’s just as magical. In its way.”

“So I'm learning," he chirps. “Turns out? Some of my favorite people are here. Somehow you keep finding new ways of teaching me that.”

Gale's smile is bright, earnest. It cauterizes a rotten part of her urges.

“With all that being said, can you promise me something?” he sidles up to her.

She scowls. Promises are heavy things.

“Can you promise me that you'll bring me on another one of your highly educational field trips of the famed Material Plane? I mean the view, the ecology lesson, the meal? The company?” He softens his voice to a whisper shared between the two of them, “I can't wait to see more of it.”

Saga smirks. She tips his pretty head back with only a finger under his chin. His kisses are berry-sweet, honey-sticky, and plentiful.

"A promise easily kept."

[glowfangarts]

Fishing up more old art! My main greyseer, Vykstyrn Darkweaver with his fur-babies and one of the first sketches I made of him

Check out my Deviantart as well! https://www.deviantart.com/glowfang12

[nightspires]

i was just thinking this evening and there were SO MANY fantasy books that i loved as a teenager. like the wind singer trilogy by william nicholson, the chronicles of ancient darkness by michelle paver, the darren shan books, the darkweaver legacy series!!! narnia, ofc. the wizard series that Shall Not Be Named. the stravaganza books! the black magician trilogy. the eragon books.

man. and nowadays i really struggle to find fantasy i want to read bc so much of it seems to be super dense and not as fun or whimsical as the stuff i read when i was a kid.

like, i love contemporary adult fantasy novels like the shades of magic series, the jade city series, the poppy war series. i enjoyed six of crows a lot too, although that is YA. but i don't read anywhere near as much fantasy as i did when i was younger. and that makes me sad!!!!!

anyway. all to say. if you have fantasy book recs that aren't super dense (no tolkien pls) please send them my way!!!!!

[drksanctuary]

Nicobaster: Soulmates/games

For day two I did a collaboration with @thomas-life and we did a combination of both prompts:

And a hastily written and edited little excerpt for ya:

Alabaster sifts through the last of what must've been 30 decks of Mythomagic cards.

"Ah! Found him.! Aevin Lackluster: Master Spellcaster. Edition 4. From the Medieyval Myth campaign. He was and perhaps still is my favorite from that series. A lot of the other editions didn't have actual characters...so it was exciting at the time." Alabaster shrugs non-chalantly but his eyes are practically beaming at the card. As if he's holding a literal piece of his childhood self. And Maybe he is.

Nico grins at him from his seat on the floor. He's hunched over his own mess of cards, looking much like a dragon guarding its hoard of treasure. Cards haphazardly spill out from under his legs emphasizing just how many he has... Alabaster briefly wonders where he had he been keeping them all.

"Not a bad card," Nico agrees, "but he's nothing compared to Myra Darkweave, Necromancer Queen, also from Edition 4." Nico holds up one of the cards, and turns it to face Alabaster. She holds a skull in one hand. Her crown is either silver or bone, and around her neck is a familiar green necklace.

Alabaster examines it. Myra’s picture is one that mostly displays Purple,red and black. But the small splash of green stands out.

“Huh, May I?” He reaches out to take the card.

Nico holds it out for Alabaster to take and feigns scandalized gasp, "You don't have her card? how can you call yourself a fan?"

Alabaster plucks the card from Nico's fingers, careful not to bend or rip it.

"She never came up in the packs I had." He says, shaking his head. "I could only get what I could steal"

Nico continues smirking at him.

Al rolls his eyes. "So annoying" he says. /but attractive/ he thinks.

Nico snorts and starts picking through his cards, organizing them by...color? Alabaster raises an eyebrow at the choice, but seeing as in order to play they'd have to shuffle them anyway he supposes its as good a way as any.

Nico speaks without looking at him, that insufferable smug look refusing to leave his face, "I got a lot of my cards in the Lotus hotel." The smirk drops a little but come back full force a moment later, "I won them by beating the older kids" he snickers, "they were so mad getting bean by a 10 year old...its one of my greatest accomplishments." He preens.

"So you've always been this maddening?" Alabaster quips, as he compares their favorite cards side by side. Imagining Nico as a 10 year old sends shivers down his spine...shivers of dread. They'd probably have hated eachother.

Or perhaps they'dve been friendly Rivals. Alabaster remembers himself at 12.../nah probably enemies actually/. He chuckles to himself and diverts his attention back to the cards and Myra’s green necklace. The pattern and design of it is unmistakable. He looks over to Aevin's card to see that he is wearing that same green necklace.

"D'you...." Alabaster considers. He doesn't remember the lore concerning that particular item. Which is maddening considering he usually knows these things offhand. Was it part of some group?

"Look at this" Al continues. "They both have the same necklace... I can't recall what it signifies... do you know what it's for?"

Nico pauses in his organizing to look at the cards, beautiful dark eyes focusing under thick eyelashes. Alabaster bites the inside of his lip to recenter himself, so he doesn't just start staring at Nico Di Angelo like a looney.

"I think I remember that it was some sort of gift?" Nico shrugs, "or a prize?" Or was it a prized-posession? Nico hates being dyslexic, but honestly he was also 10 when he tried to read it so his memory might be faulty.

Alabaster hums. "I see. Well!" He whips out his trusty enchanted glasses that help him read. "Maybe I can look it up."

He pulls out an mythomagic handbook that is so worn that Nico might've mistaken it for an ancient artifact.

He flips through tissue thin pages. "Ah, here we are" Aevin's necklace was made by him, he carved protection runes on the back of the pendant to keep the wearer safe. (Plus 5 defense and plus 2 evasion). So it's a protection necklace...but why is it..." Alabaster’s eyes travel to a small fact box on the side of the page. "When he got married he gifted it to his beloved wife...Myra Darkweave. Who gave him her bracelet in exchange. To solidify them as soulmates through the ages..."

Alabaster looks over to Nico. /what a coincidence/ he thinks. That those two are their favorites...

@them-awesome-rarepairs please accept our late submission 😅 thank you!!!