#gale/devi

[keldae]

I got one of @javsarts's commission slots and OMG THIS IS AMAZING. I absolutely LOVE everything about this picture! The pose! The smiles! The colours! How gorgeous they made both Gale and Devi look! Thank you so much for making my Tav and her wizard look SO amazing!!

When their slots are open again, definitely jump in for art by them -- LOOK AT THIS!

[keldae]

He is loved and adored!

I love other people's Tavs so much, usually I'm more possessive with my romanced blorbos but I really like the idea that in every universe, timeline or version a Tav always loves Gale.

That Gale is always loved and somebody always sees him for him.

[joeyhazell-art-pride]

Gale and @keldae's Tav, Devi, celebrating pride! 🌈

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[nocoffeeforoldmen]

Just a lil tidbit

I know I already have something in progress, but in classic ADHD fashion, I couldn't help but start writing a wicked long one-two shot with lil snippets of their more canon romance.

And not for nothing but y'all keep posting the most wonderful oneshots with your Tavs and Gale (specifically Keldae, I cannot stop thinking about Devi what a fucking queen, and janemeteoric, whose fic Incandescence I literally cannot get out of my brain, on AO3).

At the far end of camp, Shadowheart and Halsin had their hands full with healing a horrifically battered Astarion and a relatively worse for wear Karlach. This left him at the cliffside Orla had set her tent up at, his injured hand in hers. “Te curo,” she mumbled, holding her palm over his. He could feel the tickle of the healing magic taking effect, though not enough to close the wound. “Hells.” She frowned but didn’t meet his eyes. “I’m going to have to stitch you up.”

The air between them had been light, perhaps even a little giddy, since the night of the celebration. She had made her interest clear with the image of their embrace. Of their kiss. He had thought of that very image every night since, wanting nothing more than to fall into her arms and let her have her way with him before quelling the orb in whatever way he could manage. There had been jokes and laughter shared as well as real genuine conversation. Back and forth that gave him more to chew on than any singular person had in many years. He pressed forward every now and again. A hand lightly touching her back as he followed through a doorway. Brushing dirt off her face after a hard fought battle. Moving her hair out of her eyes as she assisted Astarion in another lockpicking fiasco. It all felt so startlingly right that he couldn’t help himself.

But she had barely even looked at him since Elminster had stabilized the orb. Now that he didn’t feel as though his entire being would spontaneously combust when she came near, she wouldn’t even meet his eyes. “This is going to pinch,” she informed him as she readied a needle at the top of his still open wound. It pierced his skin, and perhaps it was because it was his palm or perhaps she had really pressed that hard with the needle but he sucked in a breath, wincing in pain. “I’m sorry.”

When their eyes finally met, the cold in hers still glittered in the light of the full moon, but there was something more in them than usual. A certain longing and dread he wasn't accustomed to. “Think nothing of it,” he hissed as she once again went in and out of his skin with the needle. “My pain tolerance, or lack thereof, is no fault of yours. If anything, I’m grateful for your willingness to help mend my recklessly acquired wound.”

It was silly when all was said and done. Maybe she would have turned around in time to grasp the Githyanki guard’s wrist and stop the blade from entering her back. Perhaps she had a spell of shield ready to go at a moment’s notice. When he saw the glint of the blade in the light from the brazier, he moved before he could think. He muttered something quick and mindless under his breath. An incantation that would send the guard repelling backwards, which did end up working. However, not before the blade slashed across the palm of the hand that he had thrust between them, leaving blood gushing onto the stone floor of the creche. Orla would not only end up leaving the finishing blow on the guard, but she also wrapped up his hand on the cleanest piece of cloth she could find to manage the flow of blood. 

The stitching she did on his hand was delicate and skillful. The work of someone who was already very adept at sewing. He watched in awe in spite of the pain, watching fingers tenderly handle his skin. Taking the very best care of him that she could. “My mother was a cleric,” she divulged to him quietly. It wasn’t often that much of anyone was privy to her sharing any information that wasn’t imperative to give. “But she died when I was very young.” He felt himself leaning towards her warmth despite himself. This was no way to do things. There was limited time left for him, and though he had learned she was just a few years older than he was, she deserved better than regret with the time she had left. “My father was a tailor, and he passed only but a few years ago. I suppose I’m better with a needle than I am with a healing spell due to the amount of time I spent learning alone.”

She released his hand, which had a roughly closed wound now. Within a day or so, the magic would catch up, the stitches would be removed, and they would move on like they always did. He stared down at her careful work with awe. She handled him as carefully as she could. There was no vengeance in her movements with the needle, only sadness, which was also present in the gaze she was still holding to his. “You aren’t really going to go through with it, are you?” she whispered. They were impossibly close. Closer than the orb would have allowed.

There was just a breath between them now as her eyes scanned over his face, desperately seeking out the answer she wanted from him. “I don’t see what other option I have, Orla,” he responded just above the whisper she had addressed him with. Mystra’s charge was clear: he was to sacrifice himself by way of the orb to destroy the Absolute. There was no fine print. There was no alternate ending. There was no third door. This was it. “Her will is–”

“There is always an option, Gale,” Orla urged, leaning forward on the ball of her hand. “There is always a choice. What do you want?” What a strange question to be asked on the precipice of such a monumental point of his life. “Not what your goddess wants. I frankly could not possibly give less of a damn what she wants. You, what do you want?”

Of course, given the option, he wanted to live. He wanted to be rid of the orb and take this beautiful strong half-elf in front of him into his arms and hold her all day and all night for as long as she would let him. He wanted to kiss her senseless and learn her entire history. He wanted to see what would happen to their merry band of misfits. What would come of Shadowheart’s longing to become a dark justiciar. How the reunion with Astarion’s vampire master would go. If Dammon would be able to fix Karlach’s engine and give her freedom over the land. What the rescue mission to save Wyll’s father would entail. How Lae’zel’s revenge mission would play out. If Orla would truly drag them through the shadow cursed lands and bring them to Baldur’s Gate. But it all seemed unlikely for him to see. The fact that he had made it this far was a miracle in and of itself.

“Because, if it has any weight at all, I would rather you didn’t blow yourself to smithereens,” she told him. “I would–not that my wants matter even a fraction in this situation–would be thrilled to hear about the misadventures of the notorious Gale of Waterdeep without the looming threat of the end of the world.” Trying to picture the two of them chatting over a relaxed dinner with mostly consumed bottles of wine was far easier than he had anticipated. Easy smiles and genuine laughter. Full bellies and fuller hearts. He imagined kissing her ring clad knuckles, smiling at the sight of her bejeweled fingers. “You deserve more than to be a tool to destroy an enemy we could all overpower together.”

He couldn’t recall the last time his thoughts had been taken into account the way she wanted them to be. The best he could think of was with Tara, but even so, there was so much suggestion of what he needed to do, leading to the everpresent implication of what he was doing wrong. “I…” words began to spill out of her mouth, but she clamped her plush lips shut. “I adore your company, and think the world could use a bit more Gale in it.”

With those words, he couldn’t restrain himself any longer. The relative calm in his chest was enough to push him forward. The knowledge that Mystra had sent someone as trusted as Elminster to stabilize the orb was enough to propel him to Orla. Their lips met in a whisper. A prayer. A plea. Soft and barely there at first. He couldn’t even be entirely certain if she still had any interest in such an act after all that she had learned. All she had seen. All he had said. 

Even with all that had happened, she stayed. She pressed closer to him. His uninjured hand lifted to rest against her cheek. It was a bliss unknown to him, kissing her in the privacy her cliffside provided. Her needle and thread had been discarded as she pushed herself into him. Both hands landed on either side of his face. The move was clinging to something he couldn’t name. Her moves were eager and quick and filled with angst. Every inch in his direction was desperate as she scrambled into his lap.

[keldae]

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[ask-insanespace-ghostwalker]

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The other grim reaper is around the area, seemingly in a... pretty good mood! He has a little pep to his step, a little skip!

He was wearing rather formal attire... no coat! No sweaters, just a high-collared black dress shirt with a black jabot, some embroidery & silver jewelry on, & to top it off- some fitting dress pants with a belt, a silver buckle, & some small heels! How pretty.

-@post-justice [GHOSTWALKER]

(Devi was honestly just walking around with a hood over his head, hoping it would decrease his chances of getting attacked on sight by Gale (IS!Windforce). taking in the jungle once more before spotting someone VERY familiar to him, causing his ears to perk up)

(But his outfit seems different then usual, causing a bit of a head tilt- more importantly why is he here??)

Dude?- what are you doing here??.. alsoniceoufit but most importantly why are you- here-?

[keldae]

When I say I SCREAMED when I got this picture... I ABSOLUTELY SCREAMED (and may have teared up a tiny bit)! LOOK at what the incomparable Dingoat did with my girl and her wizard! I AM LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS ❤️

Completed piece for @keldae of her BG3 Tav Devi and the best wizard boy (with a bonus zoom because I'm just so pleased with how they came out despite getting as swept away with the environment as I did). Such a pleasure to draw!

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my name is celeste, i’m 18 and i’m just starting this blog! i’m planning on writing short stories or one shots on characters that i currently like, or by requests.

i won’t be writing smut, mostly because i feel weird writing it… 🌚 but maybe i’ll change my mind in the future..

i’ll mostly be writing fluff and angst, or just what i’m feeling in the moment.

i might also post some of my art here since i do draw!

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sidney prescott

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gale weathers

jill roberts

kirby reed

amber freeman

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paxton hall-yoshida

ethan morales

stranger things

eddie munson

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max mayfield

ginny & georgia

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abby littman

the umbrella academy

five hargreeves

diego hargreeves

klaus hargreeves

lila pitts

outer banks

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[keldae]

Musings

Gale couldn't remember the last time he had slept with someone – spending his time asleep wrapped in a lover's arms had been before Mystra. He hadn't ever needed to sleep when he was with his goddess in her realm, and she would never have come to the mortal planes to spend an entire night with him. So sharing his bedroll now was… unusual.

Not a bad type of unusual, he admitted to himself. But still unusual. And it was even more unusual that he hadn't had relations with his bed partner yet – that hadn't ever been a situation he'd found himself in, during the years before Mystra.

But then, with the orb in his chest… having sex was out of the question.

Unable to shut his mind off, he propped his head up on his pillow, looking down at the half-Elf who had stolen his blankets, and was trying to steal his heart. Devi was dead to the world, squished tightly against Gale's side, coppery hair loose around her head. Gale smiled fondly down at the little half-Elf, watching as a few strands of her hair moved with every slow breath past her parted lips. 

What are you seeing in your dreams tonight, Devi? he thought, gazing down at the thief. Hopefully her dreams were pleasant tonight. He didn't think she'd had a bad nightmare since they'd started sleeping together in the Underdark – he definitely had had pleasant dreams while sharing his tent and bedroll with her. Are you in Baldur's Gate, thriving as a little thief? Or are you thinking of the halfling and the dwarves from the book we read tonight? She had seemed to enjoy the story he had read to her.

Devi shifted slightly, rolling onto her side, facing Gale. Before he was quite aware of it, he was reaching to gently brush the loose strands of hair out of her face, tucking the locks behind one delicately pointed ear. His thumb touched her lips, slowly tracing the outline of her mouth. For a moment, he felt an unspeakable yearning for the woman sleeping beside him. If her thoughts during their lesson in the Weave were any indication, she wanted to kiss Gale, despite his affliction – and gods knew he desperately wanted to give her that kiss. He wanted to know what it would feel like to press his lips against hers, to let his tongue meet her own, to taste her mouth and breathe in her exhales as he fulfilled the vision she had shared with him of a kiss…

He closed his eyes, trying to force his mind away from the dangerous thoughts of kissing the woman with him. He'd spent the last year struggling to stabilise the orb – he couldn't risk his mental discipline failing him now. If he killed them all because of letting himself think too much, too enthusiastically, of kissing a beautiful girl… He wanted to groan in frustration.

Except that would have woken Devi up. He settled for silently scolding himself instead. Get a grip, Dekarios!

Besides, Devi wouldn't – couldn't – truly love a broken man like Gale was. He was older than she was, by quite a few years – and in trying to keep up with her youthful half-Elven exuberance, he definitely felt every tenday of his age in comparison to her. And he was irreparably broken, only a shadow of the man and wizard he had been a year and a half ago. He was the reject of a goddess, damned by his own foolishness, and doomed to meet an explosive end alone. 

In comparison, Devi was young, and full of life and fire and optimism. She had had a poor start in life – any child born poor in the Lower City of Baldur's Gate had a disadvantage. But she was smart, and stubborn, and if she was given the correct support, she could exceed any expectations for a girl born as a poor urchin. Maybe, Gale thought, he could leave a note leaving his wealth to her after he met his unavoidable end? Or he could just give her the key to his tower in Waterdeep before he inevitably had to leave the party to die somewhere safer. If she could cure her tadpole, maybe she could live on, somewhere safer than Baldur's Gate. And it would be a good use for the money and wealth he had, rather than leaving it all to rot. It wasn’t like Tara would really be able to use it, after all.

But he digressed. Devi was too young for him to pursue romantically, too vibrant, too lively to tie herself to a damned man. In another life, if they had ever even crossed paths, they would never have given each other a second thought (unless Devi had identified him as a pickpocketing target… which, Gale knew she would have targeted him in a heartbeat.). Even if he hadn't been damned, they were in entirely different social circles. Imagine the scandal, if he were to return to Waterdeep with an uneducated, uncouth, younger Baldurian thief, and one who could swear like a well-educated mercenary at that, as his lover! 

Gale grinned for a moment, imagining the reactions of some of his more class-conscious peers. His amusement faded with a sigh as he looked back down at Devi. You don't deserve as grim a fate as tying yourself to me would give you, he thought. You're too alive and hopeful to bind yourself to a broken, damned man. In another life, one where he wasn't a walking explosive, he might have still taken her to bed, trying to perhaps prove that being this much older than her just meant he was more experienced with pleasing a lover. And he was pretty certain he had pleased Mystra when he was the goddess’s lover – he could have wowed Devi with his command of the Weave in bed. He had already impressed her with their magic lesson after the tiefling party, and that had been tame! What he could have done behind a sound dampening ward to blow her away and make her cry out his name in bliss, over and over again…

Speaking of blowing away, he firmly turned his thoughts away from the idea of bedding Devi, thinking about spell incantations instead. The orb rumbled in his chest, but remained calm for the moment as his heart settled back down.

With another sigh, he stroked Devi's hair back from her face again. Where will your mind take you tonight? Will you dream of me? You really shouldn't – I'm a dead man walking. You deserve better than a broken heart. Although, wasn't he bold, to think that Devi might care for him the way he did her? What could he possibly offer her besides his knowledge of the arcane? He was doomed twice over – once from the illithid tadpole, and once from his own idiocy. She at least still had a chance at a normal life once she was cured of the tadpole. 

Tomorrow, he decided, he would start trying to distance himself from her. It would hurt her in the short term, and it would be agony for him, but it was for the best. She deserved better than to develop affections for a man who had nothing before him but an explosive death. Maybe he could subtly point her in the direction of Wyll – the warlock, despite his devilish appearance, was a good man. He was certainly a better man than the wizard who had tried to advance himself beyond mortal limitations to impress a goddess – and even with Wyll’s pact to a devil, he had a hope for a future beyond a destructive death alone. And he was younger, and handsome, and full of life and vigour, and could crack a joke to make even Devi groan while she was laughing…

Gods, this was already breaking Gale's heart.

But Devi would be happy with Wyll. Or maybe Shadowheart, if Wyll didn’t strike her fancy – the two half-Elves seemed to have a close connection already. Even if Shadowheart was a Sharran, Devi didn't seem to think less of her for it. Or Karlach, as boisterous and friendly as she was, would be a good match for the feisty little thief.

None of them were a depressed middle-aged wizard who had already exceeded his potential and his usefulness to Faerûn. 

Gale sighed yet again and started to roll away from Devi onto his side, trying to get some sleep. In the morning he would talk to Devi, and see if the thief would be receptive to the idea of spending her nights apart from him. Certainly, she would be upset at first – Gale fully expected to get slapped. But she had to see the logic eventually, right? She was more than smart enough, even if she was uneducated –

At his side, Devi softly moaned in protest of his movements. Her hand reached up, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down on his back again. Before Gale could do anything, the little half-Elf wrapped her arm around his stomach and settled her head on his chest, squirming until she was comfortable. Once she was satisfied with her human pillow, she sighed and draped her leg over his before she fell fully back to sleep, peacefully lost in her dreams.

Shit. This was not doing a damn thing to help Gale reconcile himself to letting go of her. She felt so damn good beside him, warm and snuggly, tucked under his arm where she belonged. How in the Nine Hells was he supposed to separate himself from her when she did things like this to him? His heart twisted in his chest at how serenely innocent she looked. She trusted him enough to sleep with him, even with the orb in his chest that could kill them all in an instant. Hells, she was sleeping on him now, only inches from the ugly markings he bore!

And she didn't seem to be bothered by that in the slightest.

“Why do you do this to me?” Gale whispered to the woman at his side. Giving up, he wrapped his arm around her, holding her closer to him. Was it his imagination, or did a little smile flicker over her lips as she felt him embrace her? He inwardly groaned – there was no way he could force himself to let go of her, or make her let go of him, when she so effortlessly held his heart in her hands. He was dooming her, every night that he slept with her, every time he read a book for her, every time he gave her a kind word or a smile or a gentle touch.

She would never let go of him in the way she needed to, in order to save herself from him and his grim fate. And Gale knew she would only call him a “self-destructive hopeless idiot”, or something similar, and cling tighter to him if he tried to talk to her about this and make her see sense.

Was she wrong, though?

Frustrated, Gale closed his eyes again and tried to will himself to sleep. Perhaps in the morning, he could think of a way to gently turn Devi from him and to a partner who actually had a future. It would break his heart, but it was better than dragging her down with him.

But maybe he could allow himself one more night of holding Devi against his heart and wishing he could safely confess his love for her. He sighed, forcing himself to resist the urge to kiss her hair, or her forehead, or those perfect lips. If he started kissing her even innocently right now, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop, not until the orb ended him. But gods, he wished he could… He could have died happy while kissing her, but it wasn't worth the risk he posed to everyone else in a ten-mile radius. Nobody else deserved to die while he indulged himself in kissing the woman he wanted – especially not the woman in question.

He sighed, shifting as much as he dared until he was comfortable under Devi. His other hand came up to slowly card his fingers through her loose hair, a soothing motion that made her contentedly hum in her sleep. Dammit, Devi, he thought, you make it too easy for me to love you.

That thought made him blink his eyes open again. Was this…? He thought for a moment, then sighed. Yes – this was love he felt for the woman in his arms. This was adoration, and devotion, and more than a bit of strongly-denied lust. He wanted her in every way possible – emotionally, and in spirit, and yes, physically too. 

But he wanted her safe and happy, even more than he wanted her with him. If you really love her, then you have to let her go, he tried to tell himself. Doesn't she deserve better than to be with you? Wyll would make her happy.

But what if she doesn't want Wyll? What if–

He firmly shut down the little voice in his mind before it could make the suggestion that maybe the woman in his arms wanted him. Nobody with any sense would want the older, broken, damned man that he was.

Then again, just that day, Astarion had been very enthusiastic in telling Devi that she had no sense, or self-preservation instincts, whatsoever…

Shut up. He scowled, then tugged the blankets up a little higher over himself and Devi. Just go to sleep. With any luck, Devi will see the truth herself without any prodding. And if she doesn't… it will hurt, but it will save her in the long term to break from her.

He sighed, then settled in to sleep, savouring what he was determined would be his last night holding the woman he loved.

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Only a couple of hours later, Gale awoke to the sound of a whimper. He opened his eyes, frowning into the darkness of his tent until he heard a stifled sob from the half-Elf in his arms. He mumbled the incantation for a light cantrip, looking at Devi with anxiety spiking in his chest.

She didn't appear to be hurt. But her brow was furrowed as if she was in pain, and she was shaking. “Stop…” she whispered, flinching from something only she could see. “Please…”

Worried, Gale gently shook her shoulder. “Devi,” he lowly said, softly calling her name. “You're dreaming. You need to wake up.”

Devi didn't seem to hear him. She flinched again as though she'd been struck. “No,” she begged whoever was tormenting her. “You're hurting me!”

Gale shook her again, fear making the motion a little harder. “Devi,” he spoke her name again, a little louder. “Wake up, darling. I have you – you're safe. Wake up.”

His words didn't seem to be getting through. Devi whimpered again, her fingers tightening in Gale's shirt. “Please… help me… stop!” Her next words made Gale's heart twist in his chest. “No! Not Gale! Please!”

“Shhhh.” Gale shook her again and pressed his lips to her hair. “It's all right, darling. You're safe. Wake up now.” He lowered his lips to her ear as she whimpered again. “Wake up, Devi. You're safe… you're safe. I promise. Wake up. Wake up!”

Devi's twitching and flinching finally slowed, then stopped as Gale kept kissing her hair and whispering soothing reassurances to her. He finally felt her clutch his shirt a little tighter as she turned her head up to him. “Gale?” she whispered, her voice tiny and broken.

“I'm here,” Gale murmured, relief washing through his veins. “I have you. You're safe – it was just a dream, dear one. You're perfectly safe.”

“Oh, gods.” Still shaking, Devi buried her face in the crook of Gale's neck, clinging to him. “You were… you were…”

“Shhh,” Gale whispered. “I'm here.” He took her hand, guiding it to rest over his beating heart so she could feel his pulse. “I’m here. You’re all right – and so am I. Just breathe.” He heard a little sob from the woman he was holding, and felt his heart break for her. “Shhh. Breathe with me, Devi. Can you feel me breathing?” He waited until she nodded into his neck. “That’s my girl. Breathe with me, darling.” He focused on taking slow, calming breaths to make his chest move enough for her to easily feel him. For the first few breaths, Devi couldn’t quite match his slow breathing – stifled sobs made her body jerk unevenly under his arm. But as the minutes passed, she seemed to find his rhythm with breathing, her inhales slowly coming to match his as she calmed down from her nightmare. 

“Thank you,” she finally mumbled, slowly pulling her face out of his neck. There was a suspicious wetness on her cheeks that told Gale she’d been crying into his skin; indeed, he could feel her tears on him. “I’m sorry–”

“You’ve nothing to be sorry for,” Gale murmured, stroking his thumb over her cheekbone. He offered her a small, reassuring smile. “Would you like to talk about it?”

Devi started to shake her head, then hesitated, fidgeting with the hem of the blanket. “I… told you how my father’s a gods-damned bastard that not even the hells want?” she asked, her voice low and quiet. 

Gale nodded. “You’ve told me he’s a terrible person and you plan on dancing on his grave when he dies,” he softly answered. “Or using his grave for a latrine. Perhaps both.”

Devi made a little sound that Gale thought was trying to be a laugh, a laugh mingled with a sob. “He deserves it. He and his friends, they…” She took a shaky breath, not looking at Gale’s face. “They were hurting me, and then they… they decided to hurt you when you appeared in the dream — I think you were trying to save me? But they… gods, the things they did…” 

“Shhh.” Gale pulled Devi’s face back into the crook of his neck; she went to him willingly, clinging to him. “We’re both all right – there’s nothing to be afraid of in this tent.” Except the orb, and the tadpoles, and the threat of the Absolute, and the small-but-still-present risk that Mystra would simply spontaneously detonate the orb in Gale’s chest to kill him and everyone around him – Gale shook his head. “We’re safe here. Nobody can hurt you when I’m here to protect you.” 

“They hurt you,” Devi mumbled. “They were hurting you, and they were going to kill you, and–”

“Shhh. It was just a bad dream, darling. I’m entirely unhurt, and so are you.” Gale hesitated for a moment, then chuckled. “And you can tell your subconscious that I don’t fear a thief and his henchmen. I might be outnumbered, but I would make them regret facing me before falling.”

Devi trembled again in his arms. “You couldn’t fight,” she whispered, quiet enough that Gale almost couldn’t hear her. “You… you were trying to save me. If you had fought them… they would have hurt me more.”

Apparently Devi’s subconscious knew Gale well enough to know that this was a truth about him. If that nightmare had been reality… Gale knew he would have stopped fighting the instant it became clear that his resistance would have endangered the woman he loved. “Shhh,” he murmured, stroking her hair. “It was just a dream. Your father can’t hurt either of us here.” 

He felt Devi slowly nod, but she still clung to him, shaking like a leaf. He suspected that she was probably too scared to easily go back to sleep. With a grunt, he reached out for the book they had been reading earlier that evening – or rather, that he had been reading to her. Nudging the lights to where he could more easily see the pages, he opened the book back where they had left off. “Shall I try to get your mind back onto a more soothing subject?” he asked. At her hesitant nod, he kissed her hair again, then started quietly reading the next chapter. The halfling and dwarves had been caught by ogres, and were being argued over by said ogres who couldn’t decide how to cook them properly. It was one of Gale’s favourite scenes in the book, and Devi seemed to be entranced by the story normally. Indeed, she seemed to calm down as he read to her, shifting from having her face buried in his neck, to resting her cheek on his shoulder. 

As Gale came to the end of the chapter, he looked down to see Devi’s eyes closed and her lips slightly parted again, her breathing soft and slow. He wasn’t sure when she had fallen asleep again, but he was grateful that she had found rest. Careful to not disturb her, he replaced the bookmark in the pages, then set the book back down and extinguished the lights over their heads. Devi grunted as he slowly rested on the pillow again, then snuggled up as closely as she could to him.

Gale sighed softly, running his hand over her hair soothingly. Apparently this was the gods’ way of foiling his plan to break apart from Devi before anything could begin with them. Who else was going to cuddle the little half-Elf after her nightmares? Who else would read to her to get her mind off her fear again? Try as Gale might, he couldn’t imagine Devi snuggling up so closely to Wyll, or Shadowheart, or Karlach, or any of their other friends in the party. For some reason, she had chosen Gale, doomed and damned as he was.

Guilt and hope surged in equal amounts in his heart – guilt because he was dragging Devi down with him, and hope because maybe he wasn’t quite as broken and useless as he believed himself to be. Maybe Devi saw something in him that he couldn’t see or acknowledge himself.

It would have been easier if she didn’t see anything in him, he thought. 

He yawned and let himself cuddle Devi closely, doing his best to make sure she felt protected and safe in his arms. “No harm will come to you if I can help it,” he promised her in a whisper. “You are safe with me.” Closing his eyes, he rested his cheek on her hair and let himself fall back asleep, praying that Devi’s dreams for the rest of the night (and his, he supposed) would be peaceful.

If you dream of me again, dear one… dream of the happiness that I can’t give you in reality. Please don’t dream of either of us suffering for the other, he thought before sleep reclaimed him.

[lucius-the-sinful]

Tell me about... (Gale)

original post [ty for tagging me! @omgkalyppso ]

1- your oc's strongest platonic bond?

Gale's best friend, (and my best friend, Devi's oc!), Gavin. In our current D&D campaign, Gavin is a warlock to Gale's demon father. They really hated each other at first. Gavin thought Gale was a spoiled brat and overbearing, whereas Gale kinda feared Gavin? But they have gotten to know each other in recent sessions and are now best friends for life. (Devi and I also have this running roommates AU with Gale and Gavin where they moved in with each other and it has been a great source of joy for both of us, because Gale is a complete mess whereas Gavin is very neat and organized)

3- your oc's romantic interests?

There is Mitch, a tiefling himbo mechanic/racer:

And Sylvanna, vampire dark elf goth dancer:

(her father is the owner of a magical repository, and turned Galethor)

4- your oc's siblings/found family.

Gale has one younger half brother, an elf named Nenn. He is 10 (i think) and Gale very much teaches this child how to be very annoying. Nenn is also a wannabe detective, funny considering their father is in the illegal trade business. As far as found family, there is his drag mom, a dragonborn named Ophos (drag name, Ruth Lezz). He helped Gale realize his talent as a model and drag queen, and Gale always goes to Ophos for advice.

5- two different nightmares your oc's could have had or two different fears they could have fostered?

Gale's fears are a little specific to in-campaign events, but if I had to put broader ideas to them: he fears complete loss of the little autonomy he has, and dying. These two do kind of tie together, he fears dying because his father may force a contract for his soul, and if he loses his soul he feels he would have lost everything to that vile man.

6- two different dreams your oc's could have had or two different hopes they could have held?

Gale wants to be free, mainly in the sense to live his life as he chooses and not how his father has determined, and he wants a bit of power.

7- your oc's first pet?

Gale has never really had a pet in the traditional sense, but he managed to befriend a crow when he was 16. This one crow turned into a whole murder that would follow Gale around and swarm at his apartment complex, to the point where Gale decided to lead them to a druid's grove in the Undercity. This druid looked after and awakened them. Sometimes Gale will visit the grove just to hang out with his crow friends (where they give him "treasures" and sing him poorly composed songs). Not his pet, but Sylvanna has a familiar that is a wild cat named Sir Cheddar III, who ignores Gale until he gives it a treat. Then they are inseparable.

8- how your oc comes into possession of most of their clothing?

Theft. He is stealing the MCR shirts from Hot Topic. He is banned from half the department stores in the city.

9- how your oc comes into possession of most of their meals?

Before he was a vampire, Gale was pretty accommodated for. He'd have a pretty strict diet delivered to him everyday (the actual inside of his fridge is a different story entirely, like only way i can think of describing it is a boy fridge. there's something wicked in there). After becoming a vampire he almost forgets real food exists, and Sylvanna will provide him with blood bags.

10- how your oc learned to write or gets around writing?

Okay so this is where his intelligence score says he knows like five or six languages but he only has an eighth grade education and I think its hilarious. I like to think after learning the two he grew up around (common and abyssal), and was pulled out of school, he started just learning shit for the fun of it in his own time? Like he'd head down to the local library, check out a book on infernal, and learn it within weeks.

11- what physical affection means or looks like for your oc?

After all the physical and sexual trauma he has been through, he doesn't like to be touched almost at all. He does, however, love a good hug from the people he's close to. He is also the little spoon, even to Sylvanna who is 4'10" and he is 6'5". Gale loves physical affection from animals though, which is why he tried to make friends with Syl's familiar so fast.

12- your oc being responsible for a child / toddler / baby for 6 hours.

Disaster. Last time he took his little brother out for lunch, he decided it would be a good idea to have an open beer in the cupholder. Nenn is a bit of a narc so he called the cops on Gale, resulting in Gale receiving a DUI and DWI charge, plus he got fined for having expired registration on his truck. So no I don't think Gale should ever be responsible for anything. He'd kill a succulent.

13- your oc being asked by a stranger to watch their bag for 10 minutes.

That person is going to be bagless.

14- your oc being asked to try a new flavour of something they are fond of.

He's actually a pretty big fan of BBQ and likes different types of sauces. He likes to see how much spice he can handle, so I imagine he'd get into those hot wing contests at a bar not just for the potential prize but also because he just likes trying new sauces.

15- how your oc would handle tipping a waitress / waiter.

I don't think he would think too much about it. He'd likely do whatever is socially acceptable, but no more.

16- your oc. Anything you like or dislike about them and their journey.

I know I refrain from sharing his story too much, and that is because a lot of it is very dark and I'm not exactly comfortable sharing too much of that. I've spoke on his backstory containing a lot of child and sexual abuse, and I just want to put it out there that sometimes writing these very dark stories can come from a need to heal. He has been a very cathartic character to me, he is a representation of how messy and messed up people can be. Galethor is almost more than just a guy I made up, but maybe a larger part of me than I'd like to admit.

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[iloveyouzara]

raat ka samay. bhaari baarish ho rahi hai bahar. tu apni patli silk ki saaree me girte sambhalte hue upar terrace ko daudti hai. saare kapde andar lene ke baad tere andar ka mann machalne lagta hai aur tu khud bahar baarish me bheegne ko chali jaati hai. terrace par nange paav tu baarish ke thande paani ka lutf uthaa hi rahi hoti hai, tabhi; peeche se aakar koi tujhe teri dono jaangho ko pakadke upar utha deta hai-

"oh my god!! vishal? bata toh diya karo patidev ji, kitna darr gayi mai"

"darr kyu rahi hai jaana, tujhe tere pati ke alawa aise aur kon chuega?"

*mann hi mann muskurate hue*

"haan woh toh hai, lekin aaj achanak se aise..."

*teri saadi ko thoda upar sarkate hue, teri dono jaangho ko dabochte hue*

"achanak kaise jaana, mai toh apne room me jaa hi raha tha ki tujhe seedhiyo me upar jaate dekha, ab woh nazar itna manmohak tha, aur mujhe teri chinta bhi hone lagi, ki kahi meri nazuk kali si patni gir wir na jaaye"

"accha ji" *tu ek ada se jawab deti hai* "mujhe kuch ho na jaye, lekin aapke irade toh mujhe kuch thik nahi lag rahe patidev ji"

*tujhe neeche utarta hu, aur teri saare ka fall uthake teri gaand ko zor se dabata hu aur chaante maarne lagta hu*

"kitni mulayam gaand hai haye, wapis tune wahi red panty pehen li? tujhe kitni baar mana kiya hai ki safed silk ki saare ke neeche ye laal lingerie mat pehna kar, taklif hoti hai"

"kyu patidev ji?" *haste hue* "apka lund apke pyjame se bahar aane lagta hai kya?"

*tere dono gaalo ko zor se dabate hue*

"sunn be kutiya, zyada mat bol varna yahi patak ke puri raat chodunga tujhe"

*apne dono taango ko tu meri kamar ke baju me lapet leti hai*

"please jaanu 🥺😋, please yahi chodo mujhe, meri humesha se fantasy rahi hai"

"hahahaha, kitni badi randi hai tu" *tere dono honthon ki zor se ek pappi leta hu* "haaye meri private randi"

"accha ji? agar bohot nakhre ho toh chali jaati hu, waise bhi pura moholla dekhta hai apki biwi ko, khas karke woh dudh wala"

*tujhe gale se pakadke kaske apne paas khinchta hu*

"woh dudh waale ko usi ke dudh me dubake maar dunga, phir usi ki laash ke saamne tujhe chodunga, samjhi na!! tu sirf meri hai!! SIRF MERI!!"

"accha accha baba shaant, mai toh bas mazak kar rahi thi"

"nahi aaj kal tera mazak zyada hi badh gaya hai, tujhe dikhana padega kiski property hai tu"

"kya karoge?😏"

*teri saaree ko puri khinchke nangi karta hu pehle, phir tu jab sirf apne blouse aur panty me khadi hoti hai tab tere blouse ko apni dono baazuon se faad deta hu, jisse tere mote bable spring ki tarah bahar kud padte hai*

"are are jaanu dheere 🥺, dard ho raha hai"

"abhi toh tujhe aur dard sehen karna hai!"

*ye bolte hi mai tere bade rasile bablo ko chusne lagta hu, unpe jagah jagah apne daanto ke nishan chodhne lagta hu, tere dono bablo ko apne haath me leke unhe dabake saara doodh peene lagta hu*

"ahh ahh please baby, dheere! dheere! dard ho raha hai🥺"

"ye sab itna sexy figure banane se pehle sochna chahiye tha! umhhh umhhh ahh, kya bade rasile bable hai tere, kabhi mann hi nahi bharta inse!"

"aree, ye dekh, kitni geeli hogyi hai chut teri, isse pehenna ab thik nahi, isse nikalna hi padega"

*ye bolte hi mai apna haath teri panty ke andar daalke teri geeli chut pe upar neeche ferne lagta hu*

"please baby, koi dekh lega🥺"

"toh dekhne de! sabko pata chalna chahiye kitni badhiya tarike se chudwati hai tu mujhse!"

*ye bolte hi mai apne daanto se teri panty ko pakadta hu aur usse pura neeche tere pairo tak khinch deta hu, jaise hi muh upar karta hu baarish ka thanda paani aur teri chut se nikalta garam paani, dono mere chehre par barasna shuru hota hai*

"ahh, kya rasila paani hai, kitni geeli hai teri chut mere liye meri pyari randi"

"shut up okay!🙄 ye- ye toh sirf baarish ka paani hai"

"accha? zara chakh ke toh dekhu"

*ye kehke mai apni jeebh teri thandi chut me ghusa deta hu*

"ahhhhh, vishalll!!!! mat na, please!!!! please meri chut chaatna bandh kar"

"mai toh bas dhundh raha hu patni devi ji, ke aakhir itna saara rasila paani aa kaha se aa raha hai, lagta hai teri chut me se hi aa raha hai, thoda aur dhundh lene de"

*ye bolte hi mai apne dono baazu teri taango ke neeche sarkakar teri gaand ko apne dono haatho se pakadke tujhe zor se pakad leta hu, aur tujhe apne karib khinchkar teri chut ko dhang se ghanto tak apni jeebh se chaatne lagta hu. tu bhi apna ek haath mere sar par rakhke mere baalo se khelne lagti hai aur dusre haath peecha ka pole pakad leti hai, hum dono is thandi baarish ki apni sharir ki garmahat mein bhul hi jaate hai hum terrace par hai, baccha, buddha, kon hume dekh raha hai is baat ko bhulakar, bas ek dusre me hi mashgool hote hai*

"ahhh, ahhh, haan, bas wahi, aur zor se chaat meri chut!!"

"kuch minute pehle toh mujhe apne se dur hatwa rahi thi zara ji, ab lagbhag do bhaar toh jhad chuki hai tu mere muh pe haha!"

"ab bhadwe tu chut chaat ta- nahi chaat ta nahi, tu chut khaata hi itne kamaal se hai mai kya karu? aur chal ab zyada baatein mat kar aur kaam pe lag"

*ye bolte hi tu aage badhkar mere muh par chadh jaati hai. aur apne dono ghutno ko zameen par rakhkar meri muh ki sawari karne lagti hai, dono haath thande farsh par aur jaanghe apne aap hilne lagti hai, thode hi der me ek baar aur tu mere muh par jhaad deti hai, meri muchein, meri daadhi, sab par tera hi garam paani*

"ahhh, maza aa gaya, ab neeche chalte hai-"

*ye bolte hi mai teri kalai se pakadke tujhe wapis khinch leta hu aur tere honthon ki zor se pappi leta hu, aur tera haath mere khade lohe jaise lund par rakh deta hu*

*abhi kahan chali zara ji? abhi toh bas aap khush hue hai, mera bhi kuch khayal kijiye"

*ye bolte hi mai apna pyjama neeche utar deta hu, aur mera kaala mota lund spring ki tarah bahar uchal jaata hai. lund ki fat ti nasein aur baar baar dhadakta lund teri chut ko phir ek baar geeli kar deta hu*

"abhi khush karti hu patidev ji!"

*tu mere paas aake apne ghutno par baith jaati hai, aur mere lund ko apne dono haath se pakadkar zor zor se chusne lagti hai! kabhi pura muh me leti hai toh kabhi bas tip ko zor zor se chaatne lagti hai. ek haath se lund ko hilate hue apna muh neeche sarkake mere do aand ko bhi chaatne lagti hai, unhe chusne lagti hai, dono aand ko ek saath muh me leke tu meri gaand ko bhi chaatne lagti hai*

"ahhhhh, mai jhadne wala hu zara!! mai jhaadne wala hu!!!!"

*tu mere lund ko apne muh se bahar nikalti hai aur apne dono haathon se zor zor se hilane lagti hai, thodi hi der mein mera pura veerya, tere khubsurat chehre par, tere bade bablo par, teri jhilmilati aankhon par, sab par barasne lagta hai*

"kya baat hai patidev ji! aapne toh bohot saara maal ikattha karke rakha tha😏"

*haanfte hue*

"ek din ka hi hai, kal hi office ke bathroom me teri nangi tasveeron ko dekhke apna lund hila raha tha, kam se kam teen baar jhad diya waha"

"hehe, ye lund sirf mera hai"

"sirf tera hai meri jaan!"

"chal ab palat!"

*tujhe teri kamar se zor se paltate hue mai tere upar chadh jaata hu, aur apna lund teri gaand me fit karne lagta hu*

"ahhh, vishal, dheere!!!"

"dheere pasand kaha hai tujhe meri raand!"

*ek hi baar mai mera apna pura lund teri gaand me daal deta hu aur phir tere upar kudne lagta hu! baarish ka thanda paani ek badhiya lubricant ka kaam karta hai, mera mota lund teri tight gaand me aaram se andar bahar karta hai, mai teri dono gaand ke cheeks ko pakadke unhe alag karta hu aur teri gaand ke ched ko tabah hone ka lutf uthata hu*

"ahhh, ahh, vishallll, dard ho raha hai!!"

"chup kar meri raand! aur mera 7 inch ka lund leti reh chup chaap!"

*ye bolte hi mai tere upar aur zor se kudne lagta hu, apna lund aur zor se teri gaand ke andar bahar karne lagta hu. tu zyada chillaye nahi isliye tere baal khinchke tera muh bandh kar deta hu*

"mmphh, mmmphhh, vishhh- mai ab aur bardasht nahi kar sakti"

"mai bhi nahi!!! teri tight gaand ko ab mai nahi jgel sakta, chal saath me jhadte hai! arghhhhhhhhhh!"

*mai apna saara veerya teri gaand me khali kar deta hu. mera garam garam veerya teri gaand ke ched se bahar nikalke saara farsh par girne lagta hai aur mai tere muh ko apni taraf ferke, bade hi pyar se tere honthon ko apne honthon se massage dene lagta hu*

----------------------THE END-------------------------

[ekonomivefinansblog]

Investing.com - Bayer (ETR:BAYGN), yüksek dozda uygulanan göz tedavisi aflibercept'in geç aşama klinik denemelerinden olumlu sonuçlar aldığını duyurdu. Bu ilaç, belirli retina hastalıkları ile mücadele eden bireylerde görme yetisinde kayda değer iyileşmeler sağladı. Bu gelişme, Bayer'in hisse senetlerinde önemli bir artışa yol açtı. Denemelere katılan hastalar, 8 miligramlık bir dozda ilacı sekiz haftada bir aldı. 36 hafta sonunda, katılımcılar görme keskinliğinde belirgin bir artış yaşadı. Bayer'in açıklamalarına göre, bu tedavi yöntemi, retinal ven tıkanıklığı sonrası maküler ödem yaşayan hastalarda, retinada sıvı birikiminde hızlı ve önemli bir azalma sağladı. Denemelerin bir parçası olarak görev yapan York Eğitim Hastanesi'nin klinik direktörü Richard Gale, yüksek dozda aflibercept'in eksüdatif retina hastalıklarının tedavisinde yeni bir standart oluşturma potansiyeline sahip olduğunu ifade etti. Bayer'e göre, bu, aynı ilacın mevcut tedavi standardı olan 4 haftada bir 2 miligram dozunda uygulanmasına kıyasla önemli bir değişikliği temsil ediyor. Bayer'in Araştırma ve Geliştirme Başkanı Christian Rommel, bu yeni yaklaşımın, hastalar için benzer etkinlik ve güvenliği korurken, enjeksiyon sıklığını azaltacağını vurguladı. Ayrıca, Bayer, ilacın hastalar tarafından iyi tolere edildiğini ve güvenlik profilinin daha önceki klinik denemelerle tutarlı olduğunu belirtti. 8 miligramlık aflibercept dozu, ABD merkezli ilaç devi Regeneron ile işbirliği içinde geliştirilmekte olup, Eylea HD olarak adlandırılmaktadır. Bu ilaç, neovasküler yaşa bağlı maküler dejenerasyon ve diyabetik maküler ödem gibi göz hastalıklarının tedavisi için 50'den fazla ülkede onaylanmış durumdadır. Bu makale, yapay zeka destekli bir sistemle oluşturulmuş, çevrilmiş ve bir editör tarafından gözden geçirilmiştir. Daha fazla bilgi için lütfen Şart ve Koşullar bölümümüzü inceleyiniz.

[scribblesshipping]

Platonic F/O List:

Parental F/O’s:

Ronin (Ninjago, adopted father)

Dareth (Ninjago, Ronins significant other)

Joker/John (DC Comics, adopted father)

Devi D. (JTHM, Adopted mother)

Johnny “Nny” C. (JTHM, adopted father)

Toriel (Undertale, adopted mother)

Hondo (Star Wars, adopted father)

Sibling F/O’s:

Prince Blueblood (My Little Pony, bio sibling)

Chen Chad (Ninjago, Dareth’s son)

Princess Ozma (Wizard of Oz, bio sibling)

Duela Dent (DC Comics, adopted sibling)

Todd Casil (JTHM, adopted sibling)

Frisk (Undertale, adopted sibling)

Chara (Undertale, adopted sibling)

Asriel/Flowey (Undertale, adopted sibling)

Katoonie (Star Wars, adopted sibling)

Kid F/O’s

Bits Fizz (MLP, Applejuice fankid)

Kelly Malcolm (Jurassic Park, stepchild)

Chrysanthemum Nos (Jurassic Park, child OC)

Eben Malcolm-Nos (Jurassic Park, fankid)

BOYD (Ducktales, Mark’s adopted kid)

Other Familial F/O’s:

Princess Celestia (My Little Pony, aunt)

Princess Luna (My Little Pony, aunt)

Flam Fizz (My Little Pony, Flim’s older twin brother)

Trixie Lulamoon (My Little Pony, kinda a… aunt figure to us???)

Wakko Warner (Animaniacs, Yakko’s sibling)

Dot Warner (Animaniacs, Yakko’s sibling)

Vangelis (Ninjago, Vania’s father)

Jack Pumpkinhead (Oz series, Ozma’s kid)

Dorothy Gale (Oz series, Ozma’s partner)

Harley Quinn (DC Comics, aunt figure)

Poison Ivy (DC Comics, Harley’s girlfriend)

Emma Glamour (Ducktales, Mark’s mom)

Best Friend F/O’s:

Cozy Glow (My Little Pony)

Toola Roola (My Little Pony)

Wallflower Blush (My Little Pony)

Chompy (Ninjago)

OTHER:

Silver Shill (My Little Pony, Flim’s ex… we really really really dislike him.)

DJPON3 (My Little Pony, discomfort character… please tag posts that include them, thank you.)

Dr. Sarah Harding (Jurassic series, discomfort character.)

[hitchell-mope]

Descendants/wizard of oz au

Evie. Dorothy

Doug. Scarecrow

Ben. Cowardly lion

Jay. Tin man

Dude. Toto

Audrey. Wicked witch of the west

Jane. The good witch of the north

Dizzy. The flying monkeys

[e-me-lo-chiami-amore]

“-Se tu muori e io vivo, a me non resta niente. Io non ho nessun altro. Per te è diverso, la famiglia ti aspetta. Devi vivere. Per loro. -E perché tu no? -Nessuno ha bisogno di me. -Io si, ho bisogno di te.”