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NSFW Gale Headcanons (18+)

Some (soft and sexy) thoughts about being loved by the Wizard of Waterdeep…

Gale doesn’t “dabble” in things. He has no interest in being a Jack of All Trades. No, Gale wants to master things. He wants to be the best at things: Magic, the Weave, Wizardly knowledge, etc. For him, true joy isn’t in trying something different, but in becoming an expert in his favorite subject. And guess what? His new (and permanent!) favorite subject is YOU.

Gale, while waxing poetic, has often compared himself to a book: “I require only your gentle hands to turn my pages.” And this is true of how he thinks of you, as well. You are his most treasured Tome, one that he intends to study thoroughly again and again, delighting at finding new passages that he may have overlooked, or finding new meaning in a sentence he’s read a thousand times before. And like a beloved novel written by a favorite author, he will never grow tired of reading you.

But he wants more than to just understand you. He wants to know how to captivate you, the way that you’ve captivated him, body and soul. He loves you more than anyone, and he wants to show you, in more ways than just words and professions of love will allow.

He wants to know exactly how to pull you into an embrace and where to place his lips on your neck to make you shiver. What words to whisper into your ear to make your knees go weak…and to make you wet. He wants to know what secret fantasies you have, no matter how outlandish they may seem, because aren’t you clever? You’ve gone and made a wizard fall in love with you, and nothing is impossible for a man who can craft illusions with his hands—nevermind what he can do with his tongue.

And Gale wants to indulge you. He wants to please you, because he will never grow tired of seeing the endless depths of love and adoration in your eyes when you look at him. Something he never saw, no matter how hard he looked, or how long he looked, into Mystra’s eyes.

One important note: Gale is a monogamous lover. He is not a boring lover.

He wants to know how to make you cum the fastest. How to make you cum the hardest. He wants to make you scream his name so loudly that the Gods can hear it. He loves to taste you, after a grueling trek, after a cleansing bath, in the night or in the morning. He’s made it his personal mission to worship your body in every way possible.

Gale will run his fingers (and lips) gently over your scars. He doesn’t find them to be imperfections. They are key chapters in the story of you, and all the more precious because they make you real. A real human with real flaws, just like him.

Lingerie will be met with an appreciative rumble from Gale, (he always enjoys discussing what’s on your hind—ah, MIND…) but he honestly finds you gorgeous in all states: Dirty or clean. In or out of your armor. Naked or clothed.

He rather likes it when you tease him, especially on the battlefield, when his eyes are already drawn to you like a moth to a flame. The way you position yourself a certain way to allow him to see a hint of your naked thigh under your armor is always…appreciated.

But if you really want to drive him wild? Buy him a book detailing some new positions for lovemaking that you think he would be interested in (and that you haven’t tried yet) then watch as his eyes roll back in his head with pure lust. And if it’s a first edition copy? He might actually pass out as all the blood leaves his head for…another part of his body.

After you both have worn yourselves out reenacting the positions described, and often (at your insistence) more than once, he’ll lie awake thinking about how much he adores you until you both drift off to sleep.

And then…at other times…

…he’ll lie awake and stare up into the cosmos, his arm around you as you sleep with your head on his chest, and he’ll think of how he once dreamed of becoming a God. And how it was you, and the thought of losing you, that stopped his foolishness, and allowed him to rewrite his story. To prevent it from becoming a tragedy.

Then he’ll press a kiss into your hair, softly, so as not to wake you, and thank all the Gods above that he’s not one of them.

He couldn’t imagine how unbearable eternity would have been, if it meant he couldn’t have you.

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This is an appreciation post about Gale's little streaks of grey hair, I love Gale's little streaks of grey hair, actually Gale's little streaks of grey hair make me want to chew glass that's how much I love them

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The most inaccurate thing about Baldur's Gate 3 is that you know damn well that Gale wouldn't be roughing it. He's the kind of motherfucker that if and I mean IF you can convince him to go camping at all, would be pulling up in a damn motor home. He'd have a pocket dimension charm on that bitch so fast so when you step in ot's his whole ass tower, Mom, Tara, and house keepers to boot. As well as Elminster who'd somehow escaped his notice but is annoyingly in the way of his kitchen.

Y'all'd be putting a whole deer on the fire, and he'd step out of his camper with a four course meal and an evening robe. He's the type of motherfucker to sit by the fire and ask "Ah, nothing quite like the bracing cold of nature. Shall we carry on with the old camping traditions? A rousing tune about friendship conquering hardship? The rowing of a boat perhaps?" while lounging on a blanket with a glass of wine.

"Oh but he's in hiding, he wouldn't be using so much frivolous magic" you would cry

This is GALE DEKARIOS we're talking about here, motherfucker makes a northern lights show for himself every night, he can't keep his damn hands out of the weave cookie jar.

Dude is constantly getting his squishy wizard ass handed to him in battle, slipping on his own conjured ice and has his own personal life insurance tab with Withers. The companions also keep snack packs on them in case the orb gets hungry.

No way his tent doesn't open up with a full library, comfy chair and tea to boot.

"But too much exertion might explode us all!"

"He doesn't want to get made fun of by the other companions"

You really that his sheltered, mama's boy, groomed by a goddess, nerd ass CARES what the others think?? Yes, a lot, but he'd never admit it. He would also justify it as self care. ie "sleeping on a bedroll will destroy my back and I need to be in tip top shape" (you know he's unironically using tip top in a sentence, don't lie).

In conclusion he sleeps on a feather bed made of fucking magic while the rest of them lay in the dirt, no I will not be taking any criticisms.

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Just some Gale doodles… nothing to see here…

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putting on the high vis corset and running in front of cars across a dark country road like a deer

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because i love y’all, i’m sharing my family’s recipe for apple tea (traditional fall/winter drink in west asia, turkey, and many areas of the balkans)

it’s like a more delicate version of apple cider and i basically live off of this stuff when the weather starts to cool!

Apple Tea (for two)

1 large apple or 2 small, shredded (you can use a cheese grater)

3 cups water

1-2 cinnamon sticks

2-3 pc clove (optional)

honey to taste

1 tsp of lemon juice (add at end)

green tea (optional! the lebanese version usually calls for green tea but i actually prefer it without. up to you!)

throw it all in a pot and let it simmer on a low temperature for an hour or so. while it’s simmering, it will also make your home smell delicious! (if you make it with green tea, add the tea at the end, about five minutes before taking it off the heat so the flavor doesn’t become bitter from oversteeping). strain into your cups and enjoy hot.

end result:

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help i can’t stop making these

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Not me learning that Trump has been arrested and that the Barbie trailer came out at the same time by randomly glancing at Twitter trending and doing a double take when seeing the first two spots

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Star Trek: Strange New Worlds character posters for season 2.

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thinking about him (clone wars season 7 obi-wan)

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Happy Trans Awareness Week! Jadzia says respect trans rights or die by her bat’leth

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April Fools day here is always funny because my dash is full of “here’s a Rick roll but it’s actually a different song” “here’s ‘do you love the color of the sky’ just kidding! It’s not the full long post!” “Here’s a drawing I made of a kitty! Just kidding! It’s two kitties and they’re best friends” and we do this unironically and completely ignoring the blood lust we all experience every year just two weeks prior

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enlighten me again.

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Love Actually, 2003 dir. Richard Curtis

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logging back in to say I fucking hate having crushes, like how does a person have this much control over my feelings and they doN'T EVEN KNOW!!

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Jim may be groggy from having been, you know, clinically deceased for a bit, but his genius brain makes it through the resurrection intact and he figures out surprisingly quickly through the looks on Bones and Spock’s faces and the not-very-good obfuscation and deflection attempts that a) he should definitely be dead right now, and b) his inexplicable continued existence in the mortal plane means that Bones has accomplished something way out of line with the tenets of his profession, and something that’s likely to get him in very real trouble. 

So, after thanking Spock for saving his life and gauging Bones’ reaction (tense and self-deprecating), he asks Bones to give him and Spock a moment alone in the room; besides, you look like you could use a break, Jim says. Maybe grab a cup of decaf this time, Bones. I’ll be fine for a few minutes. Bones agrees, but Jim thinks he looks decidedly unhappy and reluctant about it, even through his usual joke about terrible hospital coffee and caffeine being its only reward. 

Bones leaves the hospital room with his remote monitor, on the verge of a breakdown that hospital coffee, even caffeinated, is not going to solve. He’s just seen Jim warmly thank Spock and practically ignore him, aside from studying him for an uncomfortable minute, with a gaze that could be interpreted as accusing. Now Jim doesn’t want him in the room. 

Best case scenario, he’s been replaced, after all he’s done. Worst case, Jim expressly hates him for his actions. Maybe Jim was at peace wherever he was, and “Doctor McCoy” pulled him back to a harsh universe of responsibility and judgment, where he has to face the reality of thousands dead on the ground, none of whom the doctor had thought about breaking his oath to resurrect. 

For his part, Jim waits a few seconds after Bones has left, and turns to Spock, whose open expression indicates that he seems to believe Jim’s intention is to continue his thanks. Spock readies himself to say, Gratitude is unnecessary - or, perhaps, illogical - but is taken aback when Jim interrupts him not with gratitude, but with a plea. 

Please don’t turn Bones in, Spock. I don’t know what he did; you know better than I do because, well, you were there, and I was dead. I know that I shouldn’t be here now, which means he broke every rule in the book. He always feels he has to do that for me. I don’t know why. I didn’t thank him because I didn’t know how he’d take it; he lets guilt eat away at him when he thinks he’s done something wrong, and I didn’t want to make it worse. He looked awful. I know you could probably throw the book at him and get him kicked out of Starfleet. I know you have every right to put it in your report, like after Narada. I understand that. But I can’t let you do that to him. 

Perhaps Spock should have anticipated this, but it momentarily floors him. It takes his breath away to know that Jim thinks so little of him, and to know that Jim has real, precedented reason for doing so. Spock wonders if Jim’s earlier thanks to him was merely an attempt to gain Spock’s favour in advance of this request. If this is how Jim sees him - as someone whose utility is limited to teaching him to be unfeeling in the face of death, as someone who might get between Jim and McCoy’s friendship - then it seems, logically, that Spock is a liability on the Enterprise. 

 Spock passes Bones in the hall on the way out, after assuring Jim he has no plans to “throw the Doctor under the bus,” as the strange idiom goes. Jim had smiled at him warmly after that - of course he had, in relief for what that means for McCoy’s future. 

The Captain’s time is yours, Doctor, he says to McCoy without warmth. The fragile friendship and understanding they’d developed, especially in the past two weeks, seems to have disappeared.

It figures, thinks Bones. Jim is upset about what I’ve done, and now Spock agrees with him. I probably need to find another job, if I still have a license after this. 

I think I’ll let him rest a while, Spock, Bones says, heading to his office to plan out the rest of his life, as Spock vanishes down the corridor. Best thing for him.

Jim wonders why Bones hasn’t come back.