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lazylittledragon · 18 hours ago
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merry chrysler!! i almost forgot this was happening until like a week ago
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heheheku · 21 hours ago
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If it please you, Astarion gently kissing Gale's wrist before biting his forearm to feed :)c
(could be as suggestive or not as you like)
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ejoym · 1 day ago
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Happy Holidays!!
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calolily · 2 days ago
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Dangerous: patreon commission
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redmedic · 1 day ago
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Merry Christmas and happy holidays to everyone - it’s finally here! I’ve been working hard on this mistletoe piece, which is a fanart piece for my amazingly talented friend’s fic - Back to December. Continuing my long tradition of drawing a mistletoe piece every year with our favourite boys this time.
Thank you all for such a wonderful year. I am so excited for this Patreon’s future and I owe all of that to you guys! I hope we all enjoy this festive season, and enjoy the themed stuff I’m putting out.
If you can, please go check out the fic that this is drawn for! Bri has been such a wonderful friend and hype-man for all of these pieces and I’ve been so inspired to draw for her. Please go give the fic some love if you love Bloodweave and trans Gale!
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freakinglegs · 2 days ago
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Cool thing about working at a pottery painting studio
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ispeaktheyburn · 2 days ago
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I don’t get why people say Gale’s first romance scene comes across as condescending if you’re a spellcaster. Like, where? I’ve romanced him as a Bard, Sorcerer and Warlock and he compliments your skills during the lesson and has specific compliments for Sorcerers and Warlocks after long resting. I guess they’re annoyed that he’s teaching them at all, but the point isn’t that he thinks his knowledge of the Weave is superior to yours, it’s that he experiences it in a different way and wants to show you what it's like for him
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stilliwait · 15 hours ago
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Okay Gale Dekarios. I love when an autistic man spouts about his special interest, but goddamn you don’t have to come for me like this tumblr.
wym i don’t know how to flirt? i literally tell you random and unimportant fun facts
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cantdenytheviewthough · 2 days ago
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tadpoleatemybrain · 3 days ago
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Morena: "I'm sorry, I didn't know what to cook for a vampire."
Astarion: "Oh, that's alright, you made my dinner forty years ago."
Gale: "Astarion!"
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smilingmarauder · 3 days ago
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"Stay, and rest."
My gift for the Secret Santa presents in Bloodweave Brainrot discord ✨
Happy holidays to all 🌲🔥🌌
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captivating-convallaria · 2 days ago
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I think about this post at least twice a day.
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.
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ribellenm · 23 hours ago
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And I spent 300 hours on bg3
Half of which kissing Gale
Best decision in 2024😂
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junocornkiwi · 19 hours ago
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~Let me recite their demise~
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i am so happy i'm still superhyperfixated on this man y'all have no idea
i love him <3 nothing can change it
oof i've been drawing this in cmyk and did A LOT to make it look as it should after saving
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tee-dohrnii · 22 hours ago
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Family photo of the Dekarios clan!!
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