#gale x tav

[ym523]

For ryndathegalemancer ❤️ Background ripped by @bhaalbaaby 🩷

[ihavenolife88]

Okay, i guess? Ahahahah

match made in Faerûn

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[sevikasstar]

I was trying to read some arguments on the whole "did mystra groom gale" debate. It doesn't make too much of a difference to me whether she did groom him or not because the relationship was still deeply unhealthy even without the grooming aspect. As a csa survivor, I tend to accept the grooming interpretation simply because I see a lot of myself in him. Out of the whole cast of companions, it's him that's painfully relatable oftentimes. I do understand this interpretation might not be canon though, so I wanted to look more into it to see the truth.

But aside from that, I saw people arguing that turning gale into some victim of mystra would diminish his character arc because gale would be lacking in agency and that it excuses all his wrongdoings and that... irked me.

A person being a victim doesn't mean they're free from all blame and are some sad little meow meow. We see this in ascended astarion, who falls into the victim becoming the abuser cycle.

It's a very black and white view of victims that would ultimately do more harm than good because it leads people to being dismissive of real victims because they don't fit the pure and ideal mold of one.

[madbalalaika]

Another commission for @wind-up-nhaama of Odette Tavelyen and Gale! Thank you so so much once again 😄❤️

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[faerybella219]

I just think Gale would be so warm.

The type of warm where you sit next to him and just feel the heat radiating off his body. It’s cold when the sun goes down and all you want is heat. You bundle yourself in layers and sit next to the fire as Gale chops up vegetables and roasts meat in a pot for dinner. Every now and then your knees brush together or bump elbows. The first time it happened he lets out an “Oop, apologies,” to which you hastily reply “Oh, its alright.” Really, you thought, it’s more than alright. Since then he stopped apologizing when it happens, seemingly not paying any mind to it.

You can’t help feeling you’re a bit in the way, but your tent is a chilling place- literally. He hasn’t said anything about you being next to him, and the warmth and smell of stew is a great comfort right now. His velvet pajamas seem so comfortable in the firelight. The purple fabric, the embroidered collar and cuffs, and the matching belt which seemed to pin back an excess of fabric reflected a cool hue onto his concentrated face. His gaze seemed to drift off into the flames, the fatty pork leg you found earlier sizzling.

“Smells good,” you remark, a smile quirking your occasionally shivering face.

Gale seems to be pulled from his thoughts when he looks over at you. “Yes, it’s not everyday we’re blessed with good meat. Hopefully this fills us up tonight.”

You nod, a shudder running through you. He glances you over in concern. “A bit cold?”

“You don’t feel it?”

“Ah, no. My body tends to run a bit on the warm side. Always has. Makes me a good bed for a tressym!”

You laugh, and he continues reminiscing. “Tara loved to sit on my stomach while I read in the library. Sometimes she would even have me read to her… don’t tell her I told you that though,” he barks out a laugh before murmuring, “she would be quite embarrassed.”

You think about meeting his cat- tressym. Hopefully she likes you. You think about his library in Waterdeep. Sitting on a chaise lounge with him, your back against his warm chest while he reads to you. His hands on your waist holding you close. Would you even make it that far? The sudden silence that falls between you means Gale wonders the same.

Gale clears his throat. “Well- erm. The stew still has a bit until it’s done. Hopefully that will warm you up.”

Your backs are propped against the wood log which lays behind you. He inconspicuously scoots a bit closer and opens a book which laid on the log. You try to peer over his shoulder to see what he’s reading. There’s nothing else for you to do, and you wouldn’t mind being closer. Your gaze does not go unnoticed.

Gale glances between you and the page, and you almost notice a pink hue creeping across his cheeks. No- probably just the firelight.

“Do you happen to be interested in Menzoberranzan horticulture? I find their uses of the Green Sleep fungus especially titillating.”

You’ve never heard of it before. “Sounds interesting.”

“Oh, that’s only the beginning. Would you.. would you like to read with me?” Gale extends the book further in your direction in offering, looking at you expectantly.

“Sure,” you say. Scooting closer you try to remain casual and unaffected. Your sides are touching now, his on the ground with the book propped open on his legs. Gods, he’s so warm. You feel as though you’re thawing just sitting next to him.

Every now and then he looks at your face, silently asking if he can flip the page. You always just nod, finding it hard to concentrate on reading. His chest rises and falls steadily, his freshly calloused fingers occasionally point out especially interesting passages, and you relax (trying not to melt) into his side. At one point you think you might start to drift off right there, your eyes half lidded.

Suddenly the air starts to smell yummier- fuller and flavored. You realize your eyes are opening to the sight of Gale checking the contents of the pot simmering on the fire.

He turns back to you, “Well, the stew is done.”

Just as you straighten up, he hands you a full bowl. A sheepish smile crawls across his face, and surprisingly he doesn’t say anything.

[pidgeydraws]

commission for @lady-sapphyre

[yourluciela]

What if we have met our companion before the event of Baldur's Gate 3?

I've seen this topic circulated around for a while now. And it's time to do my own version. What if my Tav met Gale before? What will that be like?

Here's my take on it...

Perhaps this is why we're so connected during the weave lesson🥺

Ps. I'm not good with drawing background so I mostly was painting over the screenshots from the game. I tried my best 😭

[saintsandsorcery]

After the orb is removed, Gale probably still has a sort of “scar” where it used to be. There’s still a dim glow pulsing when his emotions heighten, a slight pressure when he’s exhausted. But on a normal day, it is pale imprint, only visible in the right lighting - but he feels like everyone can see it, and judges him by that alone. He knows damn well Mystra could have removed the orb without marking him like that, she simply chose not to. He tries not to think about it too much.

So… I have this head cannon with my Druid!Tav about it. It’s her favourite flowers - the ones she braided through her hair on their wedding day. They are present throughout the tower at all times, in a vase on the kitchen table, growing in the garden, pressed between the pages of Gale’s books. Even the scent reminds him of her. The final decision though comes with a wreath by the front door.

It’s ink - a simple tattoo like vines weaving around the scar, blossoming into his beloveds flower at his sternum - not to hide it, but take pride in it, to remind him of all he has survived, all the challenges that led him to the life he now has - to Tav.

[waterdeepwife]

Nightly Squishes

Pairing: Gale x Fem! Reader

Summary: Gale fulfills your desire to be squished.

Warnings: fluffy silliness, the Reader/Tav is a small woman, Gale the heated! Weighted! blanket, mentions of the party teasing Reader/Tav, human! Reader/Tav, brief mention of Gale getting jealous, typos, I think that’s it?

A/n: Inspired by arcanearcherayz’s post

“Are you sure about this? You are rather tiny, sweetheart.”

Gale questioned from above you, his hands on either side of your head. His knees between your legs, caging you underneath him on the inn bed. His eyes on York face taking in your expression; your cheeks flushed ever so slightly, a goofy smile on your face as you gazed up at him with adoring eyes. He wasn’t an only large man like Halsin, but he considered himself a big man. At least compared to you, he felt like a large man. The wizard remembered all the times the other party members teased you about your small size; Halsin would tease you about you must have a halfling somewhere in your family tree. Lae’zel would comment about how your petite frame isn’t helpful in battle. Karlach would just toss you over her should and carry you everywhere, laughing fondly about how tiny you were. Astarion would make snarky comments about how you were merely a small snack to him, much to Gale’s jealous.

“I’m sure.”

You started between giggles, which seemed to pull Gale out of his thoughts. He smiled at you, a loving look formed in his half lidded eyes. Your laugh and giggles was the most beautiful sound he ever heard. He slightly lowered himself down onto his forearms, his body just a few inches above yours.

“I can’t explain it, I just like being squished by you.”

You finished with a shrug, making Gale chuckle and shake his head. His dark hair falling to curtain both your faces, as slowly lowered his body onto yours. Torsos pressed together as you wrapped your arms and legs sound him, keeping your wizard close to you. Gale nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling the musk he absolutely loved.

His full body weight settled against you, causing you to let out a hum of approval. Gale was so warm, something that has always helped lull you to sleep in the past. You hide your face into his shoulder, letting your eyes close as you squeezed him a bit, earning a grunt from your lover. You were well aware of the size difference between you and Gale, especially when he laid himself over you. You practically disappeared under him! The only proof you were there is your arms looped around his back, and your legs wrapped around his hips.

Unfortunately the moment was cut short by a knock at your inn door, Gale lifted his head and glared at the piece of wood. He tried to rise to go answer, but you held onto him like a small monkey, tugging him back down to lay on you.

“Hmmpfh! my love, somebody’s at the door-“

The wizard started, trying to act stern and failing miserably. A smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he kissed your cheek and temple as settled back against you. Knowing full well he wasn’t going to win this.

“They can come back later. You are all mine, magic man!”

Gale let out a bark of laughter, as he began to try an untangle himself from your limbs. Which was merely an act, as he seemed to enjoy wrestling with you a little bit.

“How are you this strong!? You are half my size! Unhanded me monkey!”

Your shared laughter could be heard through the door, causing the vampire to roll his red eyes. Astarion simply turned away, walking back the way he came with fake gagging sounds. True love could be too silly and mushy for his liking, but in truth he was secretly happy for you both.

[galesleftboob]

fun fact; my first playthrough i did not know gale was recruitable right off the bat, i saw the sigil but never touched it

i was all the way in the underdark when i realized he was still in there

now my biggest problem is trying not to romance him

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Gale is so excited about their daughter making her arrival 💕🥰💖✨

A wonderful comm I got from @bhaalbaaby and I HIGHLY recommend working with them! Thank you so much for taking the time to give them these maternity shots ☺️

[andrealacyart]

I’m nearly 400 hours into this game and I will happily start another play-through next update to roleplay my babies again!

[worfs-glorious-hair]

Snippet Sunday… eh Monday

I was tagged by the fabulous @optimisticgrey to share a writing snippets and since time is relative and a social construct am I still posting something 💜

Tagging (in case you haven’t done it yet and have WIPs you want to share) @astarioffsimpmain @saintsandsorcery @ladylucksrogue and anyone else who wants to share their writing with the world 🤩💖

The following is a snippet from an OS currently titled “You are enough” and features druid!Tav with their own secrets, Gale and an enchanted meadow in act 2 👀

His brows furrow together and he is silent for a moment.

“You…”, he seems lost for words, I don’t think I have ever seen him speechless before.

“You have never been with anyone? You of all people? Apologies, I just assumed…”, he was trailing off, struggling for words.

“I’ve seen the way people look at you, the way our companions all wanted to invite you to private moments, sharing wine and bodies. I suppose I wasn’t so different to them after all. And I assumed since you must have had the world to choose from all of your life, judging from the behaviour of our companions that, well…”

Gale looked at me, eyes big and wet and his shoulders dropped.

“I am sorry I assumed details of your private life that are only your concern”, he said as his demeanour changed.

His eyes were suddenly burning into mine and he made a careful step closer to me.

I felt myself move towards him.

“What makes you think that I would want you any less after you would share this personal, intimate detail with me?”, he suddenly asks with a low voice.

“I haven’t said that”, I croak out but he is right, of course he is, this was my only fear.

“But your eyes have”, he said softly, a gentle smile dancing over his lips.

“I guess I was afraid”, I begin to answer. “Afraid that you would want an experienced lover, not some druid with the romantic experience of a fawn…”

He looks at me perplexed.

“I want you! Please, you have to know that I meant what I said – I am in love with you! All of you is what I adore, all the secrets you hide —“

This was my only secret, I promise”, I interrupt him and Gale shakes his head with a smile.

“And even if it wasn’t, they are a part of you, you, the one I love, you, the one I want to look at for the rest of my life…”, he answers and points to me on each ‘you’.

My heart races and my soul can not believe it’s luck and I smile, without my doing, without any control of my features.

Happiness is seeping out of me and into the world around me, I can not look away from Gale and his sincere eyes on me.

“And I also meant what I have said”, I tell him, “I am in love with you, too! And I will not allow you to blow yourself up, we will find another way! This will not be the end, not for you, not for me, not when we just found each other!”

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can I request NSFW headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor making love to his virgin female s/o (when Astarion wants to try again) please?

I already did a request for virgin!reader and Astarion, Gale, Wyll, and Halsin. So this will just be for Dammon, Rolan, Zevlor:

Dammon

It is my personal headcanon that Dammon is also a virgin too.

He seems the type that was waiting for marriage, or at least his one true partner, before taking that step in his life, but after falling into Avernus that dream died. Being chained to an infernal forge and in constant fear for your life doesn’t lead a lot of time for romance.

Meeting [Y/N] is a breath of fresh air for him. Lets him believe in goodness in the world and love again.

He’s very shy about their first time. Aware of the schematic but not so much on the practice, much like his swords.

It’s overwhelming being with them and hopes they enjoyed it too, but is too shy to ask about that as well as he doesn’t want to be disappointed.

Rolan

Talks a big game, but Rolan is actually incredibly nervous about being with a virgin.

His list of partners isn’t vast, but none of them were virgins. It’s a big responsibility in being someone’s first.

On the one hand Rolan is elated to be [Y/N]'s first & chosen partner. He feels that he is skilled enough to please them and his a few tricks no one else would to make their body sing.

On the other hand, he’s nervous that he’ll hurt them, as he’s heard that the first time is painful. Rolan never wants to hurt anyone (without reason). There’s also a part of him that is cocky enough to think they wouldn’t know the difference, but that’s just pure laziness that he won’t abide.

Zevlor

Zevlor is surprised that they are a virgin, and even more so that they have chosen him as his partner.

Why would they want an old man like him when there are plenty of young, virile men out there to spend their life with? It baffles him.

When he finds out that they are a virgin, Zevlor makes sure not to pressure them in anyway (not that he was before). And when they approach him he wants to make sure that they are sure. He is not the candidate he would have chosen to be their mate.

Zevlor is incredibly gentle and patient. The most experienced of the tieflings he knows all sorts of ways to make the experience enjoyable for [Y/N]. He’s actually surprised himself how much he enjoys it. Like he’s found himself anew again as well.

[waterlilylullabies]

Study Session: Vol. 1

Gale x OC Smut, MDNI!

Pure smut. Total nonsense, enjoy.

CW: Softdom Gale, AFAB

As Gale steps into the room, a copy of Azebin Jeqor’s Ars Magicka very nearly glances off his head. The projectile is swiftly followed by a cry of “Oh Gods Gale, I’m so sorry! Did I hit you?” He bends to retrieve the book, checking it over for damage before turning to Roslyn, who has spirited herself towards him and is hovering about him with frantic concern. He places a swift kiss to her forehead “I’m fine dearest, though I do strongly object to you attempting to pulverize the only surviving copy of one of the greatest treatises on conjuration ever put to parchment”, he gives her a look which he hopes is stern, one that he often gives his students, but he can tell from the smile she is only barely biting back that it’s a lost cause. “I’m sorry” she says, batting her lashes at him. He sighs and goes to the bookshelf to return the tome to a place that is safely out of Roslyn’s reach. “May I ask what inspired you to throw it?” He suspects he already knows the answer. Roslyn has collapsed onto the settee in the corner of the room. She chews absentmindedly at her thumbnail. “Tedious” she harrumphs. “Ah” he smiles, “I take it the summoning spell Jeqor outlines is proving more challenging than you anticipated?” He settles himself next to her and she drapes her bare legs over him.

He runs his hand along her calves, her skin is warm and soft and he notes with no small amount of interest that she is wearing, what to his mind is the most perfect, if entirely impractical item of clothing ever created. It is a burnt orange silk slip, which sets off the pale pearlescence of Roslyn’s complexion and leaves perilously little to the imagination. The day he bought it for her she joked that she loved it so much she’d never take it off. She’d slipped it on and stepped out from behind the ornate changing screen she’s propped in the corner of their room. The sight of her, glowing and delighted and achingly beautiful had him half hard before she even laid a hand on him. “Leave it on.” He’d growled in a voice so full of hunger that Roslyn had blushed. His hand twitches involuntarily at the memory of silk beneath his hands and his lips against her throat as he’d thrusted up into her.

He’s shaken from his musings by Roslyn’s disconsolate sigh. She’s gazing mournfully at the ceiling. “If it’s any consolation Ros, it took me almost a week to master that spell” he smiles. She laughs softly “that’s no consolation at all Gale” she closes her eyes “I’ve been at it for nearly a month”. She sits up abruptly, swings her legs off him and goes to stand in the centre of the room. She speaks the incantation. Her enunciation is clear and the quick decisive flick of her wrist is perfectly timed. Still, the porcelain vase which she had placed on the small table on the balcony a month before remains resolutely in place. He frowns, crosses the room, comes to stand behind her. “Try it again”, he observes more carefully this time, taking note of her stance, watching the careful way she summons up the weave before releasing it. The vase stays put. She turns to him with her fists balled “why isn’t it working?” her tone sharp with impatience and frustration. He paces slowly around her, “are you focusing on the vase?” he asks. “Yes!” She snaps exasperatedly, “that bloody vase is all I think about! I can sketch the pattern around the lip from memory, I know how much it weighs, I know it’s exact dimensions, I know-“. He cuts her off “therein, my dearest one, is the source of the problem.”

She is scandalised “I’m trying to summon the vase Gale. I think it’s probably helpful to focus on it”. He comes to stand in front of her “Ros, you have more innate magical ability than most wizards could ever hope to wield” he pushes back her dark tangled curls and cups her face in his hands “but you have yet to learn that you cannot approach spell work with sheer stubbornness”. She groans “you’re making even less sense that that bloody book.” Her eyes are fixed on the vase and she shifts her stance, about to try again, but he steps behind her, wraps an arm around her waist and bends to her ear “try focusing on yourself, not on the vase” he whispers. “What?” she snaps. He grazes the side of her neck with the back of his hand. “Relax, stop trying to force it.” She sighs, then turns to look at him over her shoulder. “Yes professor” she says sardonically rolling her eyes, but all the same, her voice is pitched ever so slightly higher.

“Close your eyes, good. Now breathe in. Hold it. And breathe out.” She does as instructed. “Keep your eyes closed” He says softly “and don’t move”. He presses a lingering kiss to the back of her neck, breathes in something like honey and spice, the ineffable scent of her. She shudders. “Do you trust me Ros?” He murmurs against her neck. She nods. He moves to stand in front of her, presses a kiss to each closed eyelid and then kneels.

“Have you ever wondered” he asks, lifting her right leg and propping it on his shoulder “why wizards are so insufferably arrogant?” He kisses the inside of her knee. She clears her throat “Frequently, yes” she replies. He trails kisses along her the soft skin of her inner thigh. “Well I’ll tell you a secret Ros, a hard earned trick of the trade. Contrary to popular belief, Wizard’s don’t exert their will through the weave” he bunches the fabric of her slip in his hands, lifts it higher, exposing even more of her to him. “Magic is much more akin to a dance, between two partners who are intimately familiar” he reaches the apex of her thighs and inhales deeply. Roslyn suppresses a little whine “A wizard trusts their partner will follow their lead, even through the most complex of dances. They don’t watch their partner’s footwork, they focus on their own” He looks up at her, her cheeks are already flushed and her breath is coming faster. He smiles “Any decent wizard knows, that they needn’t force anything, they need only trust that the object of their desire’s will come to them”. He flattens his tongue against her core and suppresses a smile as she moans.

His eyes flick to her face, she is looking down at him, mouth agape “Keep your eyes closed Ros”. She does as he asks and he buries his face deeper between her thighs.

He laps at her slowly, methodically, His nose bumps against her clit and her fingers come to tangle in his hair, urging him on.

He notices that she is hovering slightly, trying to keep her weight off him. No, he thinks, that won’t do. He reaches around and grips her left thigh and pulls her down firmly and decisively. “Gale” she sighs. He’s already hard, but she speaks his name and he wonders, and not without justification, if that alone will tip him over the edge.

He traces circles around her clit, he knows it is almost, but not quite enough to undo her. He wants to ruin her completely. He wants to coax from her those noises that he loves so much. He wants her to come undone on his tongue over and over again. He wants her under him; insensible,shuddering, and sated. He wants all of this, all of her, all of the time, with a ferocity that would frighten him if he didn’t see that same hunger mirrored in her eyes. He pulls away for a moment “Are you still focusing on the vase?” He pants “No, Gods no, don’t stop”. She whimpers. As if he needs to be told, as if he has any intention of stopping. All the same, hearing her ask for it, beg for it so sweetly, stokes a fire in him.

He squeezes the trembling thigh propped on his shoulder and she moans, loudly and shamelessly. “Gale I’m close, I’m so close, I’m so close” she chants and he knows she is, he can taste it, sweet and perfect on his tongue. He hums against her and suddenly she is crying his name brokenly and then he is holding her up and then she is laughing in disbelief.

He looks up at her, she is holding the vase. He grins. Roslyn turns it over in her hands bemused “Did you know that would work?” She asks, her cheeks are flushed so prettily and she looks so very happy that he can’t help but smile wider. “It was, I’ll admit, a novel and highly experimental approach” he says struggling to his feet.

Her eyes sweep to his crotch and she grins, “Well, it certainly warrants further consideration. Perhaps you’d like to join me on the bed Gale? I could use your help summoning that tea set”

[bingbingzscruffz]

Goddamn, i luv my tav so much.