#wizard of waterdeep

[memo30034]

I really didn't feel like doing all the work to get the watermark off, but Gale pookie my pookie ♡

Even after all my different Tav runs and Gale romances (many, many runs), I still hold such a place in my heart for my first Gale romance Tav, Soryn

(WYFILWM is gorgeous as always)

[jessica-greving]

My first fan art ever as well as my first tumblr post since my childhood days on tumblr. Watch out world, I like Gale Dekarios!

[gale-dekarios]

based on this

i really need to know morena dekarios, absolutely criminal that we never actually meet her.

[shadydruid]

✨️Illusory magic has the power to conound the senses, to render the impossible into reality, and to allow expression of that most magical attribute of all: imagination ✨️

Gale Oracle Card is ready! 6/10-13 cards ready!

[mosskiposski]

Short rest..

So this is what bg3 brain rot feels like.

[galesleftearring]

Saw a TikTok saying Gale "mansplains" and I am going to lose it.

Mansplaining is talking over other people, bulldozing what they were going to say, often by saying the same thing louder.

Gale just likes teaching and wants to share what he knows. Those are vastly different things.

[the4rcanist]

my emotional support wizard and his emotional support Tressym

I like drawing cats so much lmao

edit with the process

[violadesdragons]

The way he inspects his nails sends me

[saintsandsorcery]

I keep thinking about the orb and how it might be tethered to the Mystra in more ways than one. If Mystra can stabilise the orb as easily as she did, if she can take control if it, in a sense… do you imagine Gale lying awake at night, wondering whether finding another way – not using the orb – is even worth considering?If she was able to just… take away the burden of its hunger, how much control does she have? If all Tav does, all the ways they love him, all the ways they care for him… If it was simply always meant to end that way, with him going out in one final act of sacrifice. And Tav is there, lying right beside him, their back against his chest, the dim glow of the orb illuminating their bare skin and he can’t breathe, he can’t think, it’s all too much. What if Mystra chooses to detonate it simply because he defied her. What if-

[witchysfics]

Paint me

author's note : This is unedited.

Gale asks Tav to paint runes on him for a magical experiment. Fluff, and little bit risqué, if you squint.

The ink was slippery and cold as you plunged your fingers into its seemingly unending darkness. The substance quickly slid down your fingers has you hurriedly rushed over to your "canvas".

Gale sat in front of you, his back towards you. Top half bare so you may be able to paint the magic runes onto his skin. The muscles in his back stiffened ever so slightly as you made contact, beginning the first rune.

Gale had come to you for a favor, a rather.... intimate one, he described it. Your task was to paint magic runes onto his body so that he may better attune to the magic he wished to learn of. It seemed simple enough, you watched him these past days struggle with concentrating on spells in this particular study. He could use a little help it seemed.

Being a magic wielder yourself you were able to understand the concept, of course all of this was just theory, but who where you to turn away an opportunity to uncover more about the use of magic?

Maybe this magical body paint would work and you could use it more in the future. It could come in handy when you need to attune to spells without any notice to the individuals around you. Even small spells could be written onto skin and used as quick reactions against a foe.

Gale was quick to complain about the temperature of the ink as you dragged your finger along his shoulder blade. He shivered, peering over his shoulder at you, "Must it be so cold? Couldn't you have picked a different medium?" He whined, "One less.... frigid?"

You picked your eyes up from your work to look into his. He looked teasing, eyes squinted from the small smile he directed toward you, You huffed drawing your attention back to the work before you, "Squid's ink is a good conductor for magical properties. My theory is that it will help you feel the momentum of the magic through each rune as you cast." Gazing at your finger tips, "You're not the only one suffering, my fingers will be stained for days now."

"Stained?!" Gale cried. "You've ruined my beautiful body with inky stains?" He half joked, his face turning into mock anger.

"You're being dramatic, you asked for my help." You retaliated, "You said you trusted my judgment as one who "worked within the Weave.""

"Seems I was wrong to put my trust in you then." Gale's words were harsh, but the playful tone in his voice told otherwise. You gently turned his face away so he was looking forward again and he chuckles.

"If you keep distracting me this cold ink will only stay on for longer."

"Your fingertips will keep me warm enough any how."

"Gale."

"Right sorry, distractions."

Your face warmed at his comment. Gale was not shy at all when it came to comments like that, but you could never tell if his words were just his Gale nature or if they were laced with more. Your poor heart couldn't take it. This task might as well be torture. How could he ask this of you when you harbored such great feelings for him?

Your fingers traced down the expanse of his back once more, painting the final rows of inky runes.

You clapped, signaling you finished your work. Gale turned, looking into the mirror off to the side of him to get a better look at the runes on his back.

"Marvelous!" He exclaimed.

You let out a breath as you began packing away the ink, having mixed feelings about ending this intimate painting.

Just as you were to begin the journey back to your tent Gale called out to you.

"Where are you going? We aren't finished."

You turned looking back at him with a confused expression.

"There's more my dear." He said flipping the page of his book, showing you the other half of the runes.

You cocked a brow at him, "And where is the rest meant to go? There is no more room on your back."

He cleared his throat, looking nervous? His voice was soft when he spoke, "On the front half."

"Oh" was all you breathed out in realization.

You slowly made your way back to your original spot while he watched you patiently. He sat on his knees, this time facing you. You were able to see how much broader Gale was then you when his back faced you, but now? He towered over you now too, if you were to lower your head he would be unable to see your face. You were thankful for this as you opened the bottle of squid's ink and balanced it on your lap.

Looking back up at him you flashed you a nervous smile yet cheesy smile.

He's adorable.

Glancing down to his chest you were able to see the imprint of his unfortunate past with magic. You'd never seen it so clearly before. The twisting lines that curled up his neck was all that you had been able to see till now. Seeing the tattoo that once caused him great pain, now calmed, felt so meaningful it pulled at your heart. How long had a gazed at this mark and felt nothing but remorse and heartbrokenness? Does he still feel that way now even with his new "control" over it?

You bit your lip, lost in thought. Gale noticed your lingering eyes. Gently taking your hand in his he placed it on mark softly. Your eyes meet briefly as he gave you anxious but encouraging smile. Your featherlight fingers traced it, ink free and memorizing its pattern. He let out a soft noise, shuttering under your touch. Was it from the softness of your touches or from the vulnerability of the moment neither he nor yourself were sure.

He sighed dreamily, watching you. "You don't have to worry about it impeding on the runes. You should be able to paint over it just fine." He chuckled, "its a mer regrettable tattoo now." He joked but you knew he would never be able to see it that way.

Your brow furrowed, "I'm sorry."

"Don't frown love, this is the mark of the weapon that ends the dreaded absolute!"

"It won't come to that." you say firmly. "I won't let it come to that."

He doesn't say anything in response, but when you look up and see him quickly wipe one of his eyes you decide you don't need an answer.

The space between you grows comfortbly quite as you begin your painting once again.

You feel his eyes as you paint across his chest and you can't help but to feel like a squirming mess under his gaze.

"You know you can stop watching me like a teacher watches their apprentice. I'm able to handle a few simple ruins." You say in a matter-a-fact tone.

He hums. "I know. You have proven to me that you are very capable."

"Then you don't need to stare so intensely."

"That is not the reason I stare anyway."

"Why do you stare then?"

He pauses when you stop to look up at him. "Is it so wrong to watch beauty as they work?" His eyes gleam of something awaiting your response.

You have no response for him, unfortunately. Well, not a verbal one at least, as your jaw hangs slack and finger stops mid swipe. You blink rapidly and clear your throat trying to recompose yourself. Eyes averted from his you attempt to recover the rune you just scribbled out, you squeak, "You- your.... What did I say about being a distraction Gale?"

He threw his head back with laugher and you could only assume you gave him the response he was looking for.

You finish the last rune while he continues to laugh. You gaze up at him again while his head remains back, laughing, his throat on full display.

The air around him becomes filled with a different type of tension as you take this opportunity to begin the runes that were meant to be painted on his neck.

His boisterous laughing comes to a small choke when you place your inky index and middle finger on his throat and pull them down. He gulps visually and lets out a strained moan. Your fingers continue down his throat and end at the expanse of his sternum.

He looks down at you still with his head back, his mouth ajar as your voice fills his ears.

"Oh, don't become distracted Gale. I'm nearly finished." You say, your voice like velvet. While he stammers for a response you dip both of your hands in the ink, preparing for the final part of the spell

He attempts to say something else, but whatever it was is cut off by a dreamy sigh as you place both your inky hands on his face and drag your fingers down the sides of his neck while your thumbs drag down the front of his throat. You connect the inky lines to the runes toward the middle of his chest.

You prop yourself onto your knees so you tower above him. He watches you eyes unblinking and unable to look away as you place your index finger on his lips. Drawing a line down his chin and connecting it to the stripes on his throat. The final inky blob of the rune.

His eyes, half lidded with want? Desire? His face dark red from, nervousness? Arousal?

You don't get a good enough moment to look before you pick up you squid's ink and remove yourself from your flustered "canvas".

"Let me know how the spell goes Gale!" You say to him as you turn to leave. "Oh and please let me know if ever need my connection with the Weave again for your... experiments."

footnote : This is my first bg3 fic! and this is a new blog. Requests are open and I will have rules soon but for now just request without reading them since I don't have them up yet. Pretty please request cause my head is empty lol. Thanks! - Witchy

<3

[glampiirez]

Rizzard of Waterdeep ✨✨ gonna kiss that wizard

[scarletttries]

The Magic Touch (BG3 Gale x Reader Request)

Pairing: Gale of Waterdeep x Reader

Rating: Explicit Smut - Gender neutral pronouns throughout, but AFAB reader for smut purposes

Word Count: 2.5k

Author's Note: Thank you to the anon that just sent me the prompt of 'inappropriate use of mage hand' please know I have thought of little else since, so here you go! Reminder that my inbox is open for BG3 requests and headcanons :)

The Magic Touch

It started with just an innocent teasing remark. An off-hand playful comment at the end of a long day of adventuring. One you didn't think your darling boyfriend Gale would take quite so personally.

Gale had been especially clingy with you that afternoon strolling through the woods, the party taking much longer than usual to find a suitable spot to set up camp. His arm snaked around your waist as the two of you walked at the back of the group, Gale taking the slightest moment of privacy to land a kiss on your cheek, or your neck, or to whisper in your ear how stunningly beautiful you look in the setting sunlight. You were used to him showering you with affections, but even by his standards he seemed undeniably attentive, his gaze barely leaving your expression to the extent you had to stop him tripping over his own feet more than once as the two you trailed behind everyone else. You could see the darkening desire in his eyes as dusk descended and by the time you heard Karlach calling out that she'd found a spot to set up camp, Gale's breath was almost ragged with his need to be close to you.

"Let's set up our tent and hurry away before anyone spots us my love. I can't bear another moment of being apart from you." He muttered below his breath, racing off to find a quiet moment until you caught his wrist and spun him back around.

"Not yet, lover boy," you chuckled, "we should at least help make up the campfire and share a drink with the others - it's been a long day for everyone after all." You could see the gears turning in Gale's mind as he drew closer to you, wrapping both arms around your waist and pulling you flush with his chest,

"We can do all that once we've had some time alone my stunning deity," his voice was trying to ooze sultry confidence, but the sheer desperation shone through, undermining his attempts at charisma "after all you can't resist these magic hands, can you?" His fingers brushed along your lower back as if to answer the question for you, his delicate touch rendering you speechless on more than one occasion. Just as you thought about conceding to his whims and seeing how quick you two could pitch your tent before anyone could ask for help, you heard Karlach call out again,

"A bit of help here please!"

"I guess just this one I can resist your magic touch." You reluctantly released yourself from Gale's grasp and headed towards the Barbarian's pleas, hearing your now pouting wizard whisper behind you,

"For now."

***

It didn't take too long to get the camp set up with the whole party helping out, and as the last flickers of daylight settled below the horizon you found yourself settled on a rounded tree stump gazing into the roaring fire. Gale had been uncharacteristically quiet as the group began swapping tales and echoing folk stories from their pasts, something the wizard would usually take great pride in his contributions to. As Astarion circled the group again, pouring yet another healthy glass of wine to anyone who didn't move their cup out of the way quick enough, you finally caught Gale's eye in what should have been a moment of relief. But instead of the usual warm smile, or even slightly disappointed gaze he would sport when forced to sit across from you instead of next to, he was sporting an almost sinister smirk. One that made a shiver run through your spine in anticipation. His eyes were flooded with intensity as he kept his gaze fixed on you, completely ignoring the conversation happening alongside him as he stared you down for what felt like an eternity. You could feel your stomach start to flutter as he raked his gaze over every inch of you, struggling not to squirm in your seat as it almost felt like a hand gently caressed your ankle and set your skin ablaze.

It wasn't until you saw the slight tilt of Gale's head that you realised you weren't just feeling the pressure of his gaze, you could feel his hand, his magical mage hand, softly stroking the skin of your calf. Unseen and ethereal, you could only furrow your brow at the spot the sensation was emanating from, turning your view back to Gale who seemed to be enjoying that you couldn't tell exactly where he was going with this yet. You offered him a sweet smile, an acknowledgement of his gentle touch, the affectionate gesture he could offer from the other side of a roaring fire and without distracting your companions. You could see him chuckle into his goblet of wine as the invisible hand started to drift higher, settling on your left knee for a moment and squeezing lightly.

You turned your attention back to the group; Wyll and Karlach had started acting out the highlights from today's turns of combat. The weight of the hand started to slowly shift off your knee, rising again until you could feel your stomach flip. The magical fingertips were tracing shapes over your inner thigh, the same way Gale would whenever the two of you were tangled up in nothing but your sheets. Your eyes widened as they darted back to Gale, who was now pretending to be captivated by the theatrics happening alongside him, only occasionally deigning to glance your way to see the effects of his wizardry.

You could feel your face heat up from more than just the fire as the ghostly sensation crept higher and higher, the touch so featherlight it could only stir up desire without providing any relief. You tried shifting slightly in your seat, trying to keep the movement subtle enough to not attract attention, but unwittingly only moving your knees slightly further apart and giving Gale even more access to your now aching core. You had to bite your lip to keep in a whimper as the otherworldly fingertips stroked over your folds, the fabric in the way not providing any obstacle to Gale's magic touch, leaving you completely at his mercy.

He couldn't resist staring right at you now, challenging you to resist him as you had earlier claimed that you could, each delicate brush of his hand only stirring up more pulsing desire in the pit of your stomach. You tried to take a deep breath and brace yourself for what you thought was coming, waiting for the lingering touch to sweep sweetly over your clit with all the expertise that Gale showed you every time you lay together. You clenched and waited and focused on remaining composed, but no delicious pressure landed on that most sensitive part of you, Gale opting instead to play tantalisingly around it, giving you more and more sensation but never where you needed him to. It was torture to feel yourself squirming under his hungry gaze, getting wetter and more desperate but with no relief in sight.

"Are you alright there soldier?" It took you a second to release Karlach was talking to you, noticing the uncomfortable way you jolted in place as the mage hand froze upon hearing her voice.

"Uhuh, fine." You managed to mumble out, betrayed by a slight quiver in your voice that you could see Gale grin at from the corner of your eye.

"You're looking quite flushed dear, perhaps I was a bit generous with my pours." Astarion chuckled darkly as he tipped his own goblet back. You could barely concentrate on speaking with the building frustration of the now motionless hand still settled so close to where you really needed it. You wanted it to move again, even though it would only tease you further. You needed to pounce on Gale but you knew that would only prove him right and embolden him to do this again. But more than anything you needed to feel some friction or relief or pressure to turn this endless sensation into the overwhelming pleasure you knew it was building to. Avoiding Gale's eyeline you feigned feeling your own cheeks for warmth and then nodded your head,

"I fear you may be right Astarion, the day and the wine seems to have caught up with me, so I will take my leave for the night now." You made a little awkward bow as you turned your back on the group and took a first uneasy step towards your tent. Your legs seemed to wobble under the pressure as you inched away from the group, only to find the invisible fingers settled against your thigh pleased enough by your actions that they quickly turned their attention to where you needed it most. You choked out a moan as the ghostly touch started to brush over your clit, strumming in perfect rhythm as it plunged into folds as well, leaving you just on the brink of ecstasy as you fought to open the front of your tent, hands trembling with excitement.

With the fabric obscuring you from view, you practically fell onto your bed roll, struggling to take a full breath as the haunting digits continued the overwhelming motions between your legs. You couldn't remember how it felt before you were helpless to Gale's magical actions, every nerve in your being alight as the master of your pleasure finally appeared through the entrance of your tent.

"Did you ha-" His smug sentiment was cut off immediately as you dragged his lips against yours, whining into his mouth in your frustrated state and almost breaking his concentration on his undeniably magic touch. He greedily accepted your kiss, tongue lapping forward to swallow your moans as his arms wrapped firmly around you. Pulling back he took a moment to take in his view; your face was flushed with excitement, legs and hips trembling beneath him as you continued to get more and more overstimulated from his spell without any course of retaliation. Your lips had fallen open in a slow string of whimpers and Gale couldn't help but thank every past version of himself that studied the magic that led him here.

"My my, I really did get you all worked up, didn't I? Are you ready to admit you can't resist me now?" You were already too far gone to argue, and seeing him so confident and sexy only had you down worse for the wizard, but as if to seal your fate the hand between your legs that had been so close to finally offering you sweet release stilled again, and you could feel your body retreating from its peak.

"Please Gale, I need you, I can't resist you." Your brain was too foggy with overwhelming need to care about winning this argument, something Gale would tease you about later, but he could already feel himself straining against his britches and now that he finally had you alone he wasn't going to deny either of you what you wanted a moment longer.

"I can't resist you either. You really are quite amazing." He sighed out lovingly as he made quick work of freeing you both from the confines of your clothes, no longer willing to let anything come between you. Your arms felt heavy as you clung to Gale's broad shoulders, even feeling the weight of his body on top of yours causing you to buck your hips, desperate to feel him touch you again. His hands slowly raked over your chest, pulling the fabric of your blouse off your shoulders until your chest was exposed to him. His thumbs brushed over your nipples playfully and you moaned at yet another part of your body exploding with sensation, tears almost pricking in your eyes as your core ached to feel him.

"Gale!" You pleaded again, the gentle wizard knowing exactly what you needed before you ever had to ask. Your folds were soaked from the attention of his mage hand, Gale's thick member sheathing itself inside you as the invisible fingers sprung back to life rubbing your clit in soft circles, perfectly matching the rhythm of Gale's desperate hips.

"Gods, I fear I was truly made for you sweetheart." Gale groaned out the praise as he felt your warm walls clench around him, responding to finally being full after a painfully slow build up of pleasure. You wanted to sigh out a similarly sweet sentiment, but as you felt yourself stretch around his length, his warm hands playing with your nipples as his illusioned fingers toyed with your throbbing clit, you could do nothing else but pant his name, crying out over and over in the sweetest prayer Gale had ever heard.

You could feel your body quickly pick up where your excitement had dropped off, the overwhelming rush of pleasure echoing through every fibre of your being. Gale's muscular legs had your thighs pinned apart as he thrust into you, stopping your attempts to clench them or do anything to alleviate the absolute rush of sensation that flooded your senses and left you shaking as you finally the pressure inside you spill over. You could hear Gale moan as you dug your nails into his shoulders and clenched around him, wave after wave of euphoria finally releasing from your centre after his torturous teasing. His arms started to tense and clench around you as his release quickly followed, a groaned echo of your name mumbled into your shoulder as his eyes fought to remain open, drinking in every second of your pleasure like it was his own.

The two of you panted, faces so close you could see the sheen of sweat on Gale's face, the first sign that tonight had been as demanding of his restraint as it had of yours. Your exhausted hand rose to brush an errant lock of dark hair behind his ear, a sweet gesture that left Gale powerless to the draw of your lips, lowering himself to kiss you much more gently this time. You could feel the pinch of his cheeks as he smiled against your lips, grateful to finally have the precious alone time with you he had been craving all day.

"I'm sorry for my underhanded tactics my love." He sighed softly against your lips, eyes searching yours for any hint of malice or distaste. Instead he was met with the same hunger he had been gazing at you with all night, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as you smirked,

"You will be when you see some of the spell scrolls I'm thinking about right now."

[stitching-sorcerer]

[gale-dekarios]

where was morena dekarios during gale's year of isolation?

how many nights did she spend, stomach churning, wondering why her son stopped coming to visit?

did they write? did gale offer vague platitudes to her whilst dodging every attempt for her to come visit, to just see his face?

how many times did gale and tara argue about it? how many times did gale and tara fall out because gale couldnt tell his mother that he was going to die?

gale, waterdhavian prodigy, former lover of mystra, was probably such a massive taboo to even broach as a topic. how many wizard's robes did morena dekarios clutch in supplication, begging anyone to tell her what happened to her son? how many times did they turn her away?

and when she finds out why. when she finds out what happened to her son. who tries to stop morena dekarios from killing a goddess?

where was morena dekarios?

[fruity-m0nster]

something with Gale

[mosskiposski]

Them.