#galeposting

[monowires]

due to my recent galeposting i have acquired a lot of followers who are women that enjoy gale, and i just want you guys to know that i fucking love it, because i’m a gay man, and it’s like i’m that one flamboyantly gay friend in the friend group and everyone’s just like “oh look it’s gay johnny” and we bond over our love for men

[kimberbohwrites]

You can’t sit there and tell me this wasn’t exactly how the planning meetings for BG3 went.

[ohwolfling]

I have the sincere vaginal hubris of knowing that I would ride Gale Dekarios so hard it would rewire his brain on a level no deity-focused, celestial, metaphysical orgy of the self ever could. You can absolutely conjure four of yourself to fingerbang me, beautiful, but what I'm doing is ancient earth magic. This pussy unknowable. This pussy arcane. Your ex is a goddess? I would rob her of the Weave with a single twerk. Grip is godless, timeless, aligned only with our natural instinct to get freak nasty. If the heavens sought to control they shouldn't have given me an ass this fat and a gender this fluid. I'm driving til I find a way to get you pregnant, taking that wizard staff waterdeep til they rename Cowgirl to Seahorse.

[yaoiconnoisseur]

BG3 gun mod, amirite?

full drawing without text

find me on bsky

[banal-nadas]

Gale

[phalaraluve]

his utter swaglessness and lack of critical thinking skills have bewitched me body and soul

[silent-words]

What Gale Feels Like for Tav

I've just thought what I like in Gale most, why I am drawn to him so much. And the answer is... warmth.

Of course Gale is warm, he is a mammal and certainly not undead (unlike some other companions). But he is warm also metaphorically.

Imagine yourself sitting by the river at night, shivering from and frustration because of the tadpole. And then you hear Gale coming to you with Dancing lights around him. His warm hand touches your shoulder, his warm eyes makes you relax, his warm tone of voice soothes your ears, his encouraging words fill your heart with warmth.

Or you sit by the fire your stomach empty, you feel yourself hollow – you exhausted your magic and/or your body. Gale gently calls out to you. You raise your head and look at him. With a smile on his face he gives you a plate with whatever dinner he has just cooked. It smells delicious. And when you start eating, the incredible warmth starts spreading through your body. Because Gale made it with care, or, maybe, even with love for you.

Or the Shadow-Curse gets into your bones, the bodies of dead refugees are etched on your eyelids. And you just weep in the corner of an abandoned barn. Then you feel warm hands around you. Gale hugs you tightly and tells you that he is with you. And his sheer presence melts an ice wall from your soul.

That's what I mean by Gale's warmth. Of course, sex with Gale is wonderful, but imagine hugging him, listening to him, eating the meals he cooked. Just looking into his eyes.

[laserlope-foundarock]

I made this from lovely screen photos by @ex-textura and thought others might need one.

[edenorisshitposting]

Someone who knows how to make gifs, I need your help.

I think it would be of great service to the community if we had this gif

But with Gale in the wide brimmed hat

[half-metal-scientist]

this was too good to leave on TikTok 

[yeetmeoutthewindowdaddy]

Gale's got a big... vocabulary

Gale.

Gale with a breeding kink.

Gale with a breeding kink and a large vocabulary.

Gale with a breeding kink and a large vocabulary, who only becomes more verbose the hornier he gets.

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I love the fanfictions that have Gale's loquacious vocabulary inversely decrease as his horniness levels increase.

However, I haven't seen a fanfiction where Gale retains his erudition despite being insanely horny.

I aim to fix this.

I threw in a breeding kink because god let me live another day and I am making it everyone's problem.

I am the sovereign of cringe, yet even I cringed when writing this. There were several times while I was writing this that I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. I love Gale so very much— why did I do this to myself?

Enjoy!

:)

AN: I have a longer WIP fic where this scene is from. I'm posting this scene on its own because the fic its from was supposed to be a humorous story, but my emo ass turned it angsty. 💀

Warnings: breeding kink, scientific/ academic jargon, light smut, hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobiacs beware (not really tbh but when tf else will I ever be able to use that word?)

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You had thought that you knew what you'd signed up for when you eagerly agreed to explore Gale's breeding kink.

You never could have imagined that this would happen, though in hindsight you should've expected it.

Gale is man who, in his own words, has a "propensity towards verbosity."

His intelligence is one of the (many) things that made you fall in love with him. Normally, you found his scholarly ramblings to be quite erotic— even when they persisted during your love-making.

But everything, no matter how good, has a limit— and you'd found that limit when Gale was vigorously thrusting into you while excitedly babbling about breeding you.

"Please my rose, let me breed you, allow me to plant my virile seed deep within your fertile womb. Grant me the privilege of siring our progeny. It would be an honor to make you a primigravida. My deepest desire is seeing you heavily enceinte, I yearn to watch as your uterus distends your abdomen— to see you grow round with child. I long for you to bear our children, as many as you'll permit me."

His words, although sweet, immediately killed your arousal.

[laserlope]

So I finished the other piece based on @ohwolfling 's writing and I'm actually very proud of it, feels like some of the best work I've done in the last five years. Possibly longer.

Makes me want to draw some comics again anyway.

Here are some close ups:

Hope you all enjoy.

[ohwolfling]

So you have Gale- a human bomb, the end of the world in the shape of a man- who bears the title Wizard of Waterdeep less as acclaim earned, more as duty called.

He is used to making himself available and adaptable to the whims of a goddess. But not just a goddess, the center of his whole world, the controller of and in fact a manifestation of the magic he uses. Magic he uses not just in service of the aforementioned duty but as comfort, as coping skill, as his calling. The Weave is everything to him! Not just a goddess, but his lover. His sexuality, his experience of affection, of connection, of companionship, is all monopolized by Mystra.

Before that, he was in service to Elminster, before that and alongside that, wizard academia itself. All with this idea that he had been called upon, chosen (and Chosen™). He is so groomed and conditioned to those calls of service (it reminds me of John Wick, the Director, the High Table - "I have served, I will be of service" even past the point of forgivability because what other context for life do you have in this system?) that when he is told his chance at forgiveness (or what Mystra would consider forgiveness, as Elminster so infuriatingly states) would mean dying, he accepts it right away. When you love a goddess, your death is a footnote. It was always going to be a footnote.

And if we think about Gale, his early connections to the Weave (which I refuse to believe Mystra was unaware of), his purest act is summoning Tara, a tressym who is functionally his nanny. Gale is not practiced in living for himself. He is practiced in being a walking cover letter, in giving people what they want from the Wizard of Waterdeep™, in being a representative of the Weave. And where he stumbles, which is also where he is engaing with his emotions, is in trying to use the Weave for connection and intimacy. The mask slips and Gale reaches out, desperately and hungrily.

So it really must be something for Gale Dekarios, who even after you have told him you're in this for THE MAN, not the Wizard, not the Bomb, not the Weave, still responds to you with, "what do you need? are you alright? yes, my love? What can I do for you?" etc, to be met with his kneejerk urgency and panic at needing to know what you want and what you want now and fix it fix it fix it lest he be cut off, no longer Chosen, no longer a partner, no longer a team mate, etc...

to just be met with, "Oh, I just want to kiss you."

And I think about that and the soft little laugh he does every time... and I'm on my KNEES.

[yaoiconnoisseur]

BG3xFortnite collab when

[banal-nadas]

“Have you read any books on the subject?”

[phalaraluve]

normal people log off. i want to be alone with the gale dekarios understanders