Thank you to everyone for your continued support this past year! 💖
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Thank you to everyone for your continued support this past year! 💖
I hope you all have a warm holiday season, filled with light and love, and spent with those most precious to you <3
❄️ Happy Longest Night ❄️
well since y'all have seen the world's most adorable art commission starring Vesper and her depressed wizard boyfriend I guess you may as well see her actual face and some cute shippy moments
a few of the things she did in-game: - sided with the tieflings BUT got Kagha to see the light - never ever used any tadpole powers ever - was allergic to everyone's flirtations except Gale's - hugged her Dream Visitor and ended up massively regretting it - was severely traumatized by Astarion going in for a sip but ended up befriending him (sort of) and didn't let him ascend - besties 4 lyfe with Karlach and shipped her and Wyll REAL hard - helped her depressed wizard boyfriend not be depressed anymore by valuing him for himself and helping him tell his goddess to get bent - was generally just a wonderful cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure
all in all, a lawful good ray of sunshine.
I am ECSTATIC about this commission from @artofzofia. It's Gale and my Tav, who is, of course, the BG3 version of my all-time favorite D&D character Vesper!
Vesper was developed for a Tal'Dorei campaign so she has all kinds of Vox Machina AU goodness going on, and in my BG3 headcanons, all those things remain true. The idea is that she accidentally fell through a Plane Shift-type situation with her old adventuring party and ended up in Faerun by accident, where she got kidnapped by the illithid and ended up tadpoled. So she gets the added bonus of "Hey I'm not from here" on top of everything else.
She is a half-elf druid and she and Gale fall in love SO fast. They're just idiots who take a hundred years to admit it to each other. But they love deep and true and they are going to have the most beautiful babies.
*chinhands* I love them, your honor.
#HE'S SO SAD???? #no listen #this man has NOBODY #his family is dead #the grove was a burden #his homeland is swallowed in shadow #he turned to alcohol in his grief #a grief so palpable that it fused itself to a weapon #he brushes off his trauma in the underdark like it's nothing #BECAUSE HONESTLY? WHEN DOES HE ACTUALLY LET HIMSELF BE VULNERABLE #PROBABLY NEVER #UNTIL NOW #'I've taken many lovers. My heart does not stir lightly.' #sounds a lot like a man using sex to cope #the same way he used alcohol i bet #grief is easily one of the top causes of addiction #and if you let him down here he says 'but i was sure we had a connection...' #case in point: halsin decides in this moment that he will be vulnerable for you #you are not just a lay to him. you are someone worth fighting his own grief for. #he wants to love and be loved no matter how scary it might be #and larian had better give me more options to show him bc i swear to god #if i have to sit here and listen to the 'i only want you, but you can be with whoever!' line one more time WITHOUT the option to tell him that he's all i want too #i will be sad forever #/endrant
bonding with friends over your favourite fictional little guys
this is such a specific intersection of 3 of my favorite things, i’m kinda obsessed
dont talk to me if you don’t know that this, recruits, is a 20-kilo ferrous slug. Feel the weight! Every five seconds, the main gun of an Everest-class dreadnought accelerates one to 1.3 percent of light speed! It impacts with the force of a 38-kiloton bomb! That is three times the yield of the city buster dropped on Hiroshima back on Earth. That means: Sir Isaac Newton is the deadliest son of a bitch in space. Now! Serviceman Burnside! What is Newton’s First Law?
An object in motion stays in motion Sir!
No credit for partial answers, maggot!
Sir! Unless acted upon by an outside force, sir!
Damn straight! I dare to assume you ignorant jackasses know that space is empty! Once you fire this hunk of metal, it keeps going till it hits something. That can be a ship. Or the planet behind that ship. It might go off into deep space and hit somebody else in ten thousand years! If you pull the trigger on this, you are ruining someone’s day, somewhere and sometime. That is why you check your damn targets! That is why you wait for the computer to give you a damn firing solution! That is why, Serviceman Chung, we do not “eyeball it!” This is a weapon of mass destruction! You are not a cowboy shooting from the hip!
Always reblog for THE DEADLIEST SON OF A BITCH IN SPACE
Also, fun fact: Serviceman Chung is named after Winchell Chung, creator of the great Atomic Rockets website, which is an awesome reference for all things science-fictional-science.
Reblog for a bigger sample size.
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Gale slipped on his own ice and fell down like this. He looks so defeated lol
Blues Cat :3
[the intimate scene in the fanfiction where my lover kisses each of my scars as I whisper what each is from]
"Fell down the stairs. Mosquito bite I scratched too much. Cardboard box cut. Burned on a tiki-themed appetizer tray. Mosquito bite I scratched too much. Oven rack. Mosquito bite I scratched too much. Mosquito bite I scratched too much. Mosquito b - "
“Her body is a map of scars, hardly an inch unblemished by a reminder of some hardship past: Not knowing the church potluck would be outside. Looking at her phone while on the stairs. Mowing the lawn. She still hasn’t told me how she managed to slit her whole wrist on that cardboard box, but someday when she’s ready to tell me, I’ll be ready to listen.”
“My eyes fall on a jagged white line across her palm, which I nearly overlooked. ‘And this one?’ I ask.
Her eyes cast away. For a moment, I think she won't speak. Finally, she murmurs, ‘The lid of the toilet tank broke in half but I just stuck the broken lid back on the toilet for weeks. Then one day when I was getting into the shower, the faucet knob broke, and I couldn’t turn the water off and then I hip-checked the toilet tank, and the broken lid fell off and through my hand, and I was naked and bleeding and the water wouldn’t turn off so I just stood there screaming for like five minutes before I could decide what to deal with first.’
Slowly, I bend forward and kiss the scar. ‘It’s beautiful,’ I tell her. ‘Just like you.’“
so. tara was supposed to be at camp at one point and have idle banter with gale:
in fact it appears she was supposed to join the camp either before or at the same time when we meet elminster at the beginning of act ii.
she does have several idle conversations about gale with elminster:
tara to elminster: he deserves better than this.
edited to clarify: this appears to be cut content
so wading through the files bit by bit, it appears that tara was supposed to actually show up right from the beginning (act i) because she has banter with alfira:
most important dev notes here:
tara the tressym (who hates everyone but gale)
and
tara the tressym refuses to be pet by anyone but gale
(again: this appears to be cut content, sadly)
I named my newest OC Brienne, and when I told a friend about this she said "Oh like Brienne of Tarth?" and I gotta admit that it did not even cross my mind until she said it.
guess the next step is to throw her into a bear pit. I think we all know who wins that fight and it's not the bear.
the pure unrestrained giddy joy i feel every time i realize i’m COLD and it’s because the TEMPERATURE is DROPPING and i can PUT on a SWEATER because IT’S AUTUMN BABEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO MORE FUCKEN SUMMER
Gale is husbandcoded. Think about it.
You have the rest of the companions who are hot and you can see yourself fucking and having intense relationships with; and then theres Gale who is the guy you sit down at dinner with to talk about how the tax returns this year werent as high as expected, or how you need to buy more fabric softener.
Like you cant imagine going grocery shopping with Astarion. But with Gale? Its like he belongs in the cereal aisle choosing the most organic brand of breakfast oatmeal.
“He belongs in the cereal aisle choosing the most organic brand of breakfast oatmeal.”
You g e t it
He was created to be married. He was created to cuddle up to and watch tv with. He was created to yell at kids fondly about running down the stairs. He was created to stress out about tax season with you. He was created to drive a shitty family car with the politest aggressive road rage. He was created-
Pressing tiny kisses against your lover's shoulder while they're bent over a desk, trying to focus even though your touch is distracting them.—For whoever speaks up
Here it is! Something sweet written for post-game Aly/Gale. I posted it on AO3 as well if anyone prefers to read it there.
A glow was coming from the study where Gale liked to sit reading, for hours sometimes after his lessons with Arabella and Yenna were finished. Usually he’d get lost in some experiment, some new piece of history that would leave him riveted to the book, turning page after page until he absorbed every word he could until his eyes crossed. Tonight seemed like another one of those nights.
A light knock on the door didn’t even disturb him, bent as he was over the desk, texts and scrolls scattered in an ‘organized mess’ as he liked to call it. Alyril’fryn entered quietly, propping the door open slightly to keep it from slamming behind her. Then she carried a bowl to where he stood, not even noticing her presence until she set the food beside his work.
“Ah, there you are!” He exclaimed, dark eyes dancing in the light of the candles. With a smile, Gale glanced down at the food, steaming in the wooden bowl. The spot between his eyebrows furrowed adorably. “What’s this?”
“Jaheira dropped some stew off earlier.” Alyril wrapped her arms around him, settling her hands against his chest. She pressed her lips against his shoulder, lingering against the warm fabric of his robes, enjoying the solid feeling of his body against hers. He tsked low in his throat, a sound that she knew all too well. “It’s delicious and you need to eat something. Don’t make me call her back-”
A gentle chuckle followed the unspoken threat.
“Is it that late already?” He asked, gaze on the window where the sun had long descended below the horizon. Now the sky was an inky black, white pinpricks sparkling in the dark. “I apologize for missing dinner. Again.”