#galeisme

[waterdeepweave]

thinking thoughts about gale bringing his and tav's baby to work when tav has to be away

he straps the baby to his back in a purple sling while he teaches

he introduces them to the class as their "guest pupil"

"and also the only participant i would thank to fall asleep in class."

if the baby coos or gurgles when he asks a question he'll accept it as answer

literally "excellent, young mx dekarios! now, to elaborate on that-"

but mostly the baby just falls asleep tucked in the small of his back, soothed by the timbre of his voice

tara keeps a watchful eye on the baby perched on a lecture podium or a bookshelf

gale marking his students' papers with baby strapped to his chest, occasionally reading it out loud and asking for their opinion

"hm, this student appears to believe that cantrips and spells are the same thing. what do you think?" baby blows a raspberry and gale is like "mmm. i agree"

gale practicing his lectures on the baby but they just fall asleep and he's like "oh come now, it can't possibly be that boring"

(he smiles and melts and tucks them in their crib with their favourite teddy and a kiss on their forehead)

gale reading his books in a rocking chair but now he reads it aloud so baby can listen to it as well

gale sharing his opinions about said book as if baby is another fellow academic (they are)

Idk it's like 4am for me just. Gale and baby

[galebrainrott]

Hi this is a side blog dedicated to Gale Dekarios

Asks open for Gale drabble reqs!

(#gale dekarios) : For all things Gale Dekarios

(#book of gale) : For writing, poetry, etc. that remind me of Gale

(#galery) : My favourite fanarts of gale

(#galeic) : Gale voice lines

(#professor dekarios) : Gale but in glasses :) or professor vibes

(#galeism) : Things that make me go HRRNRHFRGNN

I hide most things NSFW under a cut (sometimes I forget please let me know) but I am an adult so please, minors DNI

Not spoiler free!

[teiasviago]

gale’s so relatable hes like shit eating food didnt make me feel better i still feel icky and im like omg me too!! and hes like i love this THING i love it SO MUCH i am SHARING THE KNOWLEDGE BRAIN TO BRAIN 🧠⚡🧠 and im like so true i relate!!! and hes like as much as i project confidence in social situations i am actually a deeply awkward person and measure my self-worth based on my intelligence and how much i think other people like me and im like 💯💯 facts!!!! and hes like when i do anything other than walk sit or lay down my joints sound like pop rocks and im likes twinsies 🤪🤪!!!!!!!!!!

[galebrainrott]

I need to marry him.

I think everyone is aware Patch 7 fixed Gale’s ‘last name’ dialogue so that it activates in the game now, but equally as important is that it also fixed his expressions, too. Previous datamined clips showing this dialogue had him looking very ‘flat’ while he spoke, so you couldn’t really read into his emotions:

Gale: You like so many things about me I’d have sooner discarded…Your generosity is quite wonderful. Gale Dekarios likes you too. Very, very much.

Now, after watching the updated animation, it struck me how he says “Gale Dekarios likes you too” with a serious, sincere look on his face—but then he pauses, and his whole expression shifts into a loving smile as he emphasizes “Very, very much”…

Look me in the eyes and tell me this isn’t him thinking about how he’s going to propose to Tav 🥹

[skeptical-lynx]

Astarion and his kid in bat form. This was inspired by Neil’s photo and this post:

https://x.com/galeism/status/1787142176532529299?s=46&t=EuBiJuFrpmM7JiLiuDbaCA

technically, I haven’t thought this far for Vapula and Astarion, but I just know that if they ever have a kid, it would be half-tiefling dhampir girl with her mother’s red colors haha

P.S. she’d bite him when he would be least expecting it

[prettyboykatsuki]

nanamism is here as is galeism waiting patiently for the ijichi peg fic

swats you with a fly swatter. GET OUT OF HERE

[benjaminefrita]

#cat #chat #galeism #galeisme (à Tel Aviv HaHagana Railway Station)

[waterdeepweave]

The 'Tara is protective of Gale and sizes up Tav/grills them to make sure they have good intentions for him' -> 'Tara and Tav team up to bully (affectionate) Gale about literally anything' pipeline >>>

[meishinjo]

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「Nomadic Grids - Think Tank #1」

Ayako Mino、Benjamin Efrati、Fuyumi Murata、Hitoshi Takeuchi、Marie B. Schneider、Mei Shinjo、Mitsuo Yamamoto、Naoki Miyasaka、Shu Isaka、Taichi Moriyama

Exhibition Dates　会期：　 2018/9/28 ~ 10/1

Opening + Performances + Party : Saturday, October 29

Performance program:

16 - 18h: The Gnozo Show #2 : Game Design and Ideology 22h : GNOZO / グノーゾー Liveset (Electro歌) 22h - : Party!

Hours　開館時間： Weekday 1:00 PM ~ 7:00 PM Weekend 1:00 PM ~ 8:00 PM

Reception　レセプション： 2018/9/28（金） 6:00 PM ~ 11:00 PM

Events　イベント： Gnozo Show + Galeism + gamecrafting workshops 2018/9/29（土） 4:00 PM ~ 11:00 PM

Gallery　場所： mumei http://facebook.com/mmuummeeii/

詳しくはこちら→

https://www.facebook.com/nomadicgrids/

[waterdeepweave]

thinking about gale when he's close (nsfw, 18+, g/n tav, 2nd person pov, no explicit genital description)

desperately trying to draw it out as long as possible for the pleasure of his lover, and failing.

you love it, watching his usually-disciplined mind falter with every thrust into you.

you, irresistible you, your walls clenching around him so deliciously as your murmur in encouragement, praise fluttering from your lips, watching him through your lust-blown eyes,

his face twisted in the purest pleasure, every move drawing out soft helpless moans from his kiss-swollen lips,

he moves faster now, shallower, his hips twitching as he ruts into you, his swollen cock aching to burst, his normal verbosity reduced to whispered curses as he presses himself into you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, sweat-damp hair sticking to his skin, taking in your scent.

you love it when he's so needy, when he's taking and it's too much and never enough all at once. when you're spread out under him, holding him in your arms and your legs slung around his waist, watching the pleasure overtake him.

he whimpers every time the fattened head of his cock rams into the deepest part of you, so soft, so warm for him. it twitches with impatient anticipation, the tightness of a drawn bowstring the moment before it fires.

it quickly becomes too much. you recognise it in his moans, the way he buries himself into you, losing himself in you.

"ah... ah... i'm going to–"

you tangle your fingers in his locks. "you are exquisite, my love," you tell him breathlessly, your lips brushing his skin. "i want to feel you come undone inside me."

"please."

it's always your words that sends him over that delicious edge, gasping your name as he spills himself inside your warmth, completely helpless to your gentle touch, your praise, the way your fingers squeeze and massage his hips as his thrusts slow to a gentle rocking. you lie there, warm bodies heaving against each other, wishing you could somehow be even closer as the afterglow washes over you.

[galebrainrott]

IT'S NOT ALRIGHT, BUT IT'S WHAT I'M WILLING TO DO. FOR YOU.

This is a rather high-risk romance we've embarked upon, isn't it? Brings new meaning to the term 'strange bedfellows'.

[waterdeepweave]

thinking thoughts about a vampire!gale AU 🦇💜✨

You hadn't been traveling for long when you were already known for being Astarion's personal juice box.

Gale, however, doesn't make his condition known to you until much later in your journey, when you've both known each other a lot more... intimately.

He explains that it's a by-product of the orb in his chest, that compels him to supplement his diet with fragments of Weave found in bloodstreams - even with it quelled by Elminster's magic, his craving remains.

He doesn't need to feed as often as Astarion does, but he does need something eventually.

Which was when he turned to you, in a moment of vulnerability, asking if you would be willing to be fed on, by him.

"But only with your express permission and most enthusiastic consent."

Having grown to care very deeply for Gale over your travels, you agree, and arrange a night when you two could get comfortable in Gale's tent.

more below...

Gale starts by sitting you in front of him, wrapping his arms securely around you. He starts by kissing you, massaging small circles into your skin, making you laugh as he whispers some sweet nonsense in your ear.

He is warm, gentle and affectionate as he eases you into a state of relaxation and security, just as you would any other intimate act.

He kisses the nape of your neck, and for the first time you notice the faintest hint of sharp fangs grazing your skin.

Gale tells you to tug on his arm four times if you wanted him to stop at any point.

Four? Why four? You had asked, as he explained his terms. Why not three?

Three? He had said. Three could mean anything. The humanoid physiology was way too easily molded to the routine of three. A comforting pattern, three words of a phrase never said aloud. Whereas four is nothing - a sufficient length to indicate urgency, without any other meaning.

You agree, and lean back against him, until finally, he punctures your skin.

Whereas Astarion gulps, draining you in a matter of seconds, Gale sips, patiently, delicately, as if masticating a well-aged wine. The icy feeling of blood loss seeps into you ever so gently, no harsher than a breath.

Gale's hand runs down the length of your arm as he drinks, smoothing out tension you didn’t know you had, before clasping your hand into his calloused palms. His thumb rubs over your interlaced fingers, and you relax into his touch.

Your eyelids flutter, losing yourself to the moment, to his soft noises of satisfaction as he drinks from you, the soft ambient hum in the air.

You're floating, yet Gale anchors you, and the stretch is breathtakingly delicious.

Stars spark in your vision and you are prepared to tug on his hand, but it's as if he notices you first. His teeth retract from your skin, and you fall, spineless and bloodless, into his firm embrace.

Gale presses a long, firm kiss onto your puncture wounds, letting the pressure cull the bleeding.

"You've done very well," he purrs into the nape of your neck, his beard lightly scratching the new-formed scabs on your skin. "Thank you. Truly."

He gently lowers you onto his bedroll, making sure to tuck you in under his warmest blankets, before slipping in next to you and pulling you on top of him.

"Rest now, love," he says, wrapping you securely into his embrace. Was it your imagination, or did his arms already feel stronger? "I'll take care of you until morning comes."

[waterdeepweave]

AND WHEN I WRITE THIS ABOUT GALE DEKARIOS???

[waterdeepweave]

where's that one old tumblr post where an immortal cannot share their gift of immortality with their lover because they were already sharing it with their cat because that's so gale coded

[whomuses]

The relief settled inside his chest as Gale seemed to be - willing. Yes, it had been foolish to just sneak into the space, to act with assumption, but… it was nice that the wizard seemed to be allowing him into his space.

Then - oh, what a Galeism. The way he immediately started trying to make the other comfortable, despite his initial surprise.

"No, no, you don't need to go out of your way," Caedes said, holding up a hand soothingly, "I was just… seeking your company. If you feel you must restrain me, you are more than welcome to do so." they try not to let anything show through. Because he was right - if the urge took over…

"I would like to just - lay here. With you. If… that is okay?"

"It's an offer, my friend, not an obligation. But I do ask that, should I need to cast Hold Person, you would not take offense. It would be done only for both our sakes." To prove his point of trust, Gale offered his friend his pillow for comfort. He had several, but he wanted Caedes to be at ease in his presence. Gale trusted Caedes—trusted him as a person, not merely defined by the actions of whatever rarely possessed them.

They had forged a bond, whether Caedes could admit it or not. When of sound mind, Caedes was a genuine soul—someone with whom Gale could connect, someone with whom he had found a deeper connection. There was kindness in them, a gentleness when it was needed. In truth, it would have been deeply hypocritical of Gale to judge Caedes by their condition, considering he himself was, in essence, a walking arcane bomb.

"But enough of that," Gale continued, his tone softening. "Tonight, you need company, not reminders. Are you cold? I could find some warmth or even prepare some tea."

[waterdeepweave]

a shirt that says "someone in waterdeep loves me very much"