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[spellbooking]

🦆

[dovaqueendraws]

You didn’t see anything…

[galedekarios]

🌞

[raviolirash]

Weekend daughter drawin.

[lavendarr00]

astarion...

[meorix]

ʙᴀʟᴅᴜʀ'ꜱ ɢᴀᴛᴇ 3 6/∞

[dark-and-kawaii]

Worth The Risk

Haarlep x f!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Summary: You knew the risk of carrying Haarlep’s child, knew it could end your life, yet you still pleaded with Haarlep not to intervene. Haarlep, despite your pleas, couldn’t imagine a life without their little dove.

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I wrote this a long time ago but decided it was time to finally post it!!!

⋆˙⟡♡ Pregnancy | Angst

As the savage agony of parturition tore through your body, your face twisted in harrowing torment, fingers digging into the flesh of your swollen belly. Beside you, Haarlep loomed, their gaze alight with an unholy blend of enthrallment and uneasiness. They found a perverse solace in witnessing the suffering of others, yet within this cruel spectacle, a sliver of apprehension flickered to life… This was you, not some brat cambion or mortal to pass the time…

You could feel yourself teeter on the brink of collapse, your screams piercing the air as your knees finally buckled. Compelled by a force they scarcely understood, Haarlep's hands reached for you before you crumpled beneath the unbearable onslaught. Their touch, paradoxically tender, cradled your quaking frame, their tail coiling around your leg, steadying you against the imminent descent onto the unforgiving ground.

It was odd. An incubus, a creature of seduction and ruin, serving as a pillar of support for another whom was trying to bear their child.

Chaos reigned, and within it, Haarlep's eyes grew round as they beheld a bloom of red seeping into the fabric of your gown. A torrent of foreign sentiment overwhelmed Haarlep, dragging down their heart, a heart once deemed impervious to the weaknesses of mortals, with a dread they had never known…

The incubus had bound themself to a code of restraint in their fervid trysts with you, vowing never to indulge, to feed, in excess so that they could keep you. Yet now, confronted with the life they had seeded within you… It would seem fate had cruelly conspired to make Haarlep the architect of your ruin.

Within the twisted catacombs of their mind, the incubus clawed through the dark recesses for an answer, a twisted salvation for you who had snared them in the most intoxicating bind. You were their prize, theirs to claim, theirs to torment, a soul ensnared by chains of a ravenous desire Haarlep would not, could not, break... A possession they refused to relinquish.

Damn the offspring, for you were the one that mattered, the beating heart the incubus was hell-bent on keeping tethered to this mortal coil.

The final vision bestowed upon you was a twisted sneer, yet the eyes of Haarlep, your beloved incubus, was filled with so much pain... pain you wished to cease, damns how you yearned to caress their face, to whisper that everything was okay. Alas, the abyss called to you, and your world dissolved into oblivion, your whisper lost in the void…

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Haarlep, an incubus known in realms for their insatiable hunger for the carnal, found themself lost in a moment so tender and new.

There, in the quiet of the room you lay upon the bed, a figure both broken and beatific, your skin a canvas painted with the sheen of exertion. Strands of hair, once perfect, now clung desperately to your damp forehead, framing your face in disarray. Your closed eyes, sunken with fatigue. The air was thick with the iron scent of birth and the unspoken fear of what had come to pass. Your chest rose and fell with labored effort, each breath a testament to the life that sprung forth from you, that had sipped greedily at your soul, leaving it frayed at the edges.

Beside you, lying on a silk pillow wrapped messily in a blanket, a newborn, an improbable result of Haarlep's latest conquest... The child, innocence incarnate, cooed and wriggled, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just transpired.

A war raged within the incubus, an inner turmoil so intense it threatened to tear him asunder. Their nature was to seduce, to corrupt, to feed on the lustful energy of others, not to nurture or to cherish. Yet, the sight of this tiny being, part of them, part of you, ignited an unfamiliar warmth that crept through them like a stray beam of sunlight piercing through a perennially dark forest, gently awakening the dormant life beneath its shadows.

Haarlep’s hand, more accustomed to leading others into sin than to acts of gentle kindness, moved on its own, as if enchanted, and wiggled it before their offspring. The newborn's tiny fingers wrapped around their larger digit, and a sensation that Haarlep could not name surged through them. It was as if the grip of this miniature hand had the power to anchor even the most chaotic of beings.

The incubus’s tail, an appendage that had tormented many, now danced softly, tickling the child, eliciting a gurgling giggle that filled the room with a purity that felt almost unpleasant. This sound, this unadulterated joy, was a melody Haarlep's ears had never known, yet it resonated within the corner of their heart that was solely meant for you.

Your eyes fluttered open, your gaze heavy with the remnants of pain and fatigue. As your eyes adjusted and focused on Haarlep, there was no fear, no judgment, only the hazy recognition of the father to your child. You caught them in this softness, this unguarded moment that was so perilously close to something like love.

With what little strength, you weakly shifted, turning to envelop your newborn in the cradle of your weary arms. Your eyelids, heavy with the weight of your ordeal, fluttered down as a sincere smile blossomed across your features, signaling a quiet triumph. Haarlep's tail came to rest gently across both you and the child, a silent but potent symbol of their unexpected guardianship.

[sorceresssundries]

The Hero of the Gate

It had been years since the defeat of the Elder Brain, and life had carried on as it was always bound to.

The heroes of the gate stood as stone sentinels in the main square, the once alabaster marble now etched by the claws of perching birds and eroded by the touches of grateful hands.

The statues had blended quietly into the backdrop of the city, but despite the dwindled offerings and attention, they were still a focus of the city's children who would clamber on them in unburdened play. Their laughter rang through the square in total, sweet oblivion as to how their silent playmates came to be there.

You had fallen into the habit of making sure there was always at least one bunch of fresh heliotrope or autumncrocus laying at the inscription of the largest, central statue:

Gale Dekarios, Who gave his life for Faerûn. The bravest of wizards, and greatest of men.

Tides and currents stop for no-one, and inevitably you had been swept along to new shores. You now had children of your own, who would spend sunny afternoons playing around the statue of your past love.

But still, there were nights like this, when the sky was clear and your grief was sharp. You would escape to sit on the bank of the river and with soft, crinkled eyes, gaze at the dancing glow of the purple aurora, which seemed to appear whenever you needed it most.

Here you would let the light wash over you, and lose yourself for a few quiet moments - to the most beautiful of fantasies.

[forsakenwitchery]

Yes, I think I'd be able to craft one more lantern. And with a slight modification of the casting gesture, it might be able to wield the shadows instead of repelling them…

Sharran vs Selûnite Shadowheart reaction to Gale pondering making the shadow lantern

I low-key like that even tho you can't see it with game camera, Selûnite Shads actually looks at Gale. With Sharran route yes, you can see her face better without playing around with camera, but the Selûnite one looks like one of the rare instances of Galeheart legit interacting.

[all my bg3 gifs] [all my galeheart thingies]

[spellbooking]

I chose you for a reason, and have never looked back.

(read this post for my thoughts on this dialogue)

[amphibiahawks321]

M!Reader : .....

M!Reader : Karlach why is there so many-

Karlach : It's for your birthday!

M!Reader : .....

M!Reader : it's not even my birthday today-

Karlach : I know! Happy early birthday Y/N!

M!Reader : T-thank you so much Karlach but don't you think you're going a bit overboard?

Karlach : PFFTT! No way! I just got you some birthday presents that's all!

M!Reader : .....

[Y/N stares at the massive pile of birthday presents behind karlach with a concern yet grateful expression]

[rielmayer]

[gizmoforge]

✨️ Gale Plushie final form ✨️

Iridescent blue-to-purple fabric for his robe.

GizmoForge.etsy.com

I am pushing for production to finalize- thanks for your patience!

Grab a Gale plushie on our etsy or bigcartel!

Look after him- for Tara.

[spicy-batman]

I've reached Lorroakan's Tower on my second playthrough, actually doing the little things I missed the first time around.

WHAT DID HE DO TO MY SNOBBY, ANGSTY, THEN SWEET AND ADORABLE HONEY BUN ROLAN?!?!

Me at Lorroakan as soon as:

[meorix]

ʙᴀʟᴅᴜʀ'ꜱ ɢᴀᴛᴇ 3 7/∞

[dark-and-kawaii]

I need Zevlor to hold me in his arms and wrap his tail around my leg.

That’s it.

That’s the post.

Enjoy ♡