#gale roleplay

[ask-gale]

"Hello? Is this thing working?"

"This is Tara. Mr. Dekarios is asleep right now. He keeps gushing about how nice everyone in this little magical artifact is, so I thought I'd check it out for myself while he's not around."

Tara inspects the strange magical box with suspicion, trying to figure out how it works.

[itsallturningupparker]

Hey~ here looking for BG3 rpers who are 18+ and open to nsfw rps. (I am 24) - interested heavily in Bloodweave but Im open to the idea of other ships!

I am based on discord and enjoy both literate and semi-lit rping, I enjoy AUs of all kind including things like abo or even just something in canon!

Interact with this post or shoot a dm to itsallturningupparker and Ill get back to you!

[practicedtongue]

Apparently elves are keen on proper courting, so I shall share the poem I wrote for my beloved.

"If love be love be love, let love be love,

Cause I love and I let love.

My love is as the weave,

Always dancing around me.

I want to taste, to feast,

Today, tomorrow,

Until the last pretty shard of

Sparkle is extinguished"

-Gale Dekarios, for my lovely @ask-althaearoserun .

[messiahzzz]

[momochanners]

Yes, YES; This one gets it.

[fayeriee]

I love how Astarion’s dialogue on your first long rest changes depending on if you talk to him first, second, (third?), or last.

If you talk to him after already speaking with everyone else he literally says “do you mind? I’m brooding” HE IS SULKING!!! He wants you to pay attention to him and if you don’t he literally pouts

love of my life behaviour

[tumbleweed-run]

Request for reader finding some of Gale's erotica and, based off said literature, getting taken in a most ungentlemanly fashion? 👉👈

Oh nonny, I love this idea terribly! Conveniently this also fits for today's kinktober theme.

A Novel Idea

(18+, Explicit)

You hadn’t lived in Waterdeep long, but it didn’t take long to realize wandering about the Dock Ward at night wasn’t your best idea. Tonight ‘night’ seemed like an understatement, even the moon and stars had retreated behind heavy clouds. You relied solely on the lights streaming from various taverns and home windows to keep your path.

You weren’t far from home when the hairs on your neck stood on end. Someone was following you. Pulling up the hood on your cloak, you quickened your pace, not to an outright run but enough that it might make a difference. You thought it did. Thought it would. 

You’d been wrong before. 

It wasn’t so much a push as it was being barreled into and shoved down an alley. You dig your feet in trying to slow the momentum of your body but to no avail. The brick wall before you was as unforgiving as the force at your back as you’re pressed into it. 

“Well, well, there aren’t many brave enough to be wandering around here in the dark,” a voice hums into your ear. 

“Brave is just one of the many things I am,” you bite back trying to gain purchase on the wall before you, trying to push back. 

The body that flattens against you is larger than your own. It pins you against the brick, you’re unable to get your arms underneath you. You still your struggles, no use in wasting your energy. 

“I’ll leave you be if you’ll be so kind as to hand me your coin purse,” He’s not moving now, just pinning you to the wall with his body. 

Gale is staring at you with a look of shock. The book (his book might you add) is held loosely in his hand. 

“You, want this?” He asks again gesturing at you with the book now.

You nodded, lip worried between your teeth. You hadn’t meant to bring it up, at least not without a solid plan. But he’d teased you for how your cheeks had heated as you read a particularly scandalous part of that very same novel. 

Gale’s eyes go distant, and you’re convinced he’ll tell you no, that this is beyond his willingness to indulge you in your fantasies. You wait him out, though, let him come to his conclusion on his own. 

“I won't hurt you,” he says finally.

It’s not a no, so you take your chance. “Of course not, and neither does he… not really,” you remind him. The villain turned seducer in the story had only frightened his maiden, never truly hurt her. 

“We’ll need some way for you to tell me you’re done,” Gale admits, still not meeting your gaze. 

It’s your turn to be hesitant now. “Gale, if this isn’t something you want. Say it and I swear I’ll never bring it up again,” you promise grabbing for his hand. 

He laces his fingers through yours and finally looks at you. “As strange as it is, I must admit I can see the appeal.” The words are spoken low, as if he’s revealing a secret to you. 

He might as well be. 

“If I give you my coin purse, or even mention coins that will be my cue that I want it to end.” You assure him. 

“You promise?” he squeezes your hand before pressing a kiss to the back of it. 

“Yes,” you grin.

“No,” you growl.

You begin trying to twist your body away from him once more but he simply leans into you. It’s taken almost no effort for him to subdue you. You swallow harshly against that realization. 

The lips are back at your ear. “If not your coin then, my lady, I shall have to take something.”

“I have nothing else for you.” You’d meant to sound defiant, strong, but instead the works came out half-whispered. 

He chuckles and then shifts so his weight is off of you, not gone though. He’s caging you in still with his arms and his body at your back. One of those arms moves now and skillfully undoes the broach holding your cloak closed. 

You shiver as the material falls to your feet, the cool night air already pushing in through your clothes. 

“I think you have plenty for me.” His lips are so close to your neck that you can feel them brush your skin as he speaks. 

His hand returns, resting atop your collarbone. Not quite at your neck but there, like a warning. You swallow harshly once again. 

“Perhaps that’s what you want,” he say mockingly, finally letting his lips drop to your neck with a kiss. 

His hand trails lower on your chest until he’s cupping your breast through your shirt. The fabric seems impossibly thinner now than it had less than an hour ago. 

“After all what lady goes walking alone at this hour except those looking for trouble,” he continues. His fingers are seeking out your nipple now with teasing brushes against it. 

The kisses he’s pressing against your neck will certainly bruise by morning but you can’t help but to arch your neck more. 

He pinches your nipple and you whimper. He chuckles against your neck.

His hand shifts, seeking your other breast. His thumb brushes up against your already hard nipple. He pinches it again without warning. This time when you moan you can’t help but roll your hips back into him. He’s hard against your ass. 

“So that is what you were after,” he’s teasing again, both with his words and his fingers. “Willing to risk your life just to be touched.”

“No,” you argue, “I was just going home.”

“With no protection? No strong husband to keep you safe?”  His hand abandons your breast to begin a decent downward. 

His hips are grinding against you freely now and you can feel just how hard he is with each roll. You bite your lip to hold back another whimper. He chooses this moment to gather your skirt in his fist and press it between your legs. With another roll of his hips he sends you grinding against the fabric, sweet friction against your already throbbing clit. 

“No,” it’s less of a word and more of a moan. You shake your head, hair undoubtedly smacking his face. “No husband, I can protect myself.”

“Perhaps you can,” he groans against your skin, “but this situation tells me otherwise.” 

He’s still thrusting against you, forcing you to grind against his hand and the fabric balled inside of it. You’re up on your tiptoes now trying to change the angle, unabashedly seeking more friction. 

“You can’t have it both ways, my lady. You can’t both be on an innocent evening stroll and able to protect yourself, given the position I have you in,” he reminds you of exactly what positon he’s talking about with another firm roll of his hips. 

Before you can argue against his words he’s begun hiking the skirt of your dress up until he can slide his hand beneath it. His fingers, cooled by the night air, immediately seek out your cunt. You cry out as he slips them between your folds to press firmly against your clit, the cool air a shock to your nerves. 

“There’s no denying this,” he teases, fingers rubbing against you. The wet sounds betraying whatever words you’d meant to say. “Admit it,” he growls lips pressed to your ear. 

“Please,” you whimper, hips chasing after his touch.

You almost lose balance and crash forward into the wall but his other arm comes around your waist to catch you. 

“Admit it,” he says again fingers now touching everywhere but where you want them. 

“I want you,” you admit but it’s apparently not what he’s looking for because he still refuses to touch you. “Please,” you cry out, “I want you to fuck me.”

“That's not so hard, is it,” he presses a kiss to the side of your head. 

His fingers leave you even though you’ve said what he wanted to hear. Before you can morn their loss the arm around your waist lifts you into the air a second before swinging you down towards the ground. You’re forced to brace your arms out in front of you as you make contact roughly with the alley floor. 

“Ow,” You cry out despite not meaning to, there will be scrapes on your palms now. 

Just as quickly as you’d been tossed to the floor you’re lifted up onto your knees again, back against his chest. Somehow he’d knelt with you. 

“All you have to do is give me your coin,” he reminds you, “and I’ll leave. No harm done to you or your reputation.”

You shake your head vigorously, “I won’t give it to you.”

You barely feel his lips against the side of your head before he’s pushing you back down onto your hands. 

He flips up your skirt, exposing you to the alley and the night air. You’re not sure which one makes you shiver more. He runs his hands down your ass to your thighs before spreading the lips of your cunt with his thumbs. You only realize you’re shaking when he presses one of those thumbs inside you. 

You fight the urge to press back into it. 

He slicks his thumb back out and runs it up and down until he bumps into your clit. You whimper and aren’t able to keep your body from chasing after his touch. His hands leave you then but you hear the sounds of his pants being undone. 

“Such a pretty thing,” he says reverently and then you feel the warmth of his cock resting against your entrance, “waiting to be taken in an alley like a whore.”

“Please,” you whine trying to push back onto him. 

He won't let you and instead leans away to keep you from touching him. You cry out in frustration, head dropping down. 

Suddenly there’s a hand tangled through your hair, drawing your head back up. Its a firm tug but only painful if you resist. And you do, but only for a moment before allowing him to pull you so you’re forced to look ahead. Forcing you to look around at the barely visible alley around you. 

Only then does it press into you. There’s no teasing now, no waiting, no soft touches. He thrusts into you until you’re pressed back against his hips. Your cunt flutters around him at the sudden intrusion. It's a stinging sensation, not pleasurable really, but you don’t mind because he’s finally inside of you. 

He sits that way for a few heartbeats before drawing out only to thrust back in against. It’s a firm rhythm he finds, hand still woven in your hair to keep you from drifting away with each thrust. You can feel small stones biting into your knees, undoubtedly they’ll be bruised and bloody by the time he’s finished. 

He begins grunting with each thrust and you realize he’s getting close. 

Your hair is released without warning and you can barely stop it from falling forward. 

“Touch yourself,” he orders, both hands grabbing your hips, “I want you to come on my cock in this alley.”

You find yourself only too eager to obey. Fingers finding a rhythm that matches the near brutal pace he’s now fucking into you. You’re so close you can’t breathe. The grip on your hips becomes almost painful. 

“I need you to come,” he growls, fingertips digging into your flesh. 

And you do with a cry. Hips slamming back to meet his so the only thing you can hear aside from your own cries is the sound of your skin slapping against one another. He grunts as he comes, pulling you back against him so you can’t move away as he spills inside of you. 

You remain like that until your heartbeat has approached a more normal rhythm. As he slides out of you he pulls you back onto his lap. Hands smoothing out your skirts so you’re hidden once more from the night.

“My mad, beautiful, love,” Gale whispers pressing kisses against the side of your head. 

You laugh as you lean into his kisses. After a moment you’re shifted onto the ground once more, but so much gentler this time you feel your heart near bursting. 

With a groan that you absolutely don’t grin at, Gale stands and tucks himself back into his pants. But before you can even think of trying to join him he’s lifted you into his arms, one hand producing your long-forgotten cloak. 

You drop the cloak into your lap before draping your arms around his neck. “My noble wizard,” you mumble against his lips before pressing a kiss to them. 

He leads you further into the alley and to a door hidden deep in shadows. As he pushes it open, you realize this is the alley alongside your own home. The door swings open into your warmly lit kitchen, the smell of dinner from earlier still lingering heavily in the room. 

You bury your face in Gale’s neck to hide the smile painted across your lips. 

[falsesighted]

We all know BG3 is pretty…stingy with their options of body types and we also know about the mods that exist to fix such a problem but who in this list should REASONABLY have some insane, toned oiled up six packs that we see so much of?

[vibingandsimping]

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Eat up my lovely roleplayers <33

[ex-textura]

Did you know that if you take Gale with you for the wyrmway trials he'll just straight up do the chess lanceboard puzzle for you?

My poor 8 int Auric(and myself) panicked when we saw the thing but then Gale just pops in, tells us how to solve the puzzle and then pings on the board exactly what we need to do.

It was in the moment Auric knew. He's marrying this man. This perfect, nerdy man who can just solve puzzles in his brain like nothing.

[ask-gale]

To all the Tavs suddenly saying I should marry all of you, perhaps you'd like to know that you got competition... I think everyone's favourite vampire spawn @astariondisapproves might have just proposed to me

[dragonagitator]

My poor IRL husband has been subjected to my nattering on about BG3 for months now and has become quite bored by the topic, but tonight he finally agreed to watch some YouTube videos about the game and he did find those to be moderately interesting.

I then reminded him that he'd enjoyed the D&D game we played in with our neighbors a couple years ago, and I suggested that joining another campaign could be a fun way for us to make friends in our new city. But since he'd found it so confusing last time, maybe he should try playing BG3 for a while first as practice to get more familiar with basic D&D mechanics? Then he wouldn't have to constantly stop to ask questions at the table, and he agreed that might be a good idea.

And then I was like oh, you know how you found the D&D character creation process so confusing and time-consuming? Well, BG3 has this neat feature where you can play as one of the companion characters instead of having to make a new character from scratch, and he perked up at that.

I then mentioned that Gale was the BG3 character who most reminds me of him, so Gale would likely be the easiest origin character for him to relate to. So he should probably just be Gale because then he'd be able to start playing the game immediately with a prerolled character, and the Narrator would even help him along the way by explaining his backstory and motivations, and he seemed receptive to that idea.

at this point I'm internally screaming like

This conversation has been going so well for me so far that I decide to press my luck a little more.

Me: "You know what could be reeeeeeally fun? What if I sewed us some costumes of our Baldur's Gate characters so we could dress up like them and have ~☆~adventures~☆~ together, like--"

Him, excitedly: "Ooh! We could go to a Ren Faire!"

...which wasn't exactly where I was going with that.

But he does like the idea of a purple velvet tunic! Alas, he insists that he's completely incapable of growing a proper beard, but I'm still holding out hope for a slutty little clip-on earring.

[practicedtongue]

What are your favorite.. “tropes” in the erotica you read?

I'm not so sure I should share these informations on the internet, but I shall entertain you tonight.

I have been particularly enjoying books that involve a lot of edging, overstimulation, and uh.. gods forbid me.. breeding.

[thranduel]

i don’t understand why people hate gale.

“he’s annoying” or “he talks too much” or “he’s too clingy and got offended when i was in a relationship” (which was a BUG, it takes two seconds to do some research before jumping to conclusions) are the most stupid reasons to actually hate a character.

he’s the one that has the warmest personality when you first meet him as well, so i just don’t get it?? i’m not saying you’re not allowed to dislike him, and this doesn’t apply to everyone, but SOMETIMES it feels like people just hop on a “hate bandwagon” because i see so many comments (especially on tiktok… where most of the people only started playing because it’s “trendy” now) about him that are the exact same as each other and it’s like people have lost the ability to think for themselves and form their own opinions after actually playing the game properly and learning about the characters.

so many people even go on about how it’s a turn off that he “doesn’t shut up about his ex”… like maybe actually continue playing the story to understand why it’s a significant conversation to have and why it’s a huge part of his character arc, and stop being weirdly bitter/jealous/annoyed when the man is also a VICTIM that has been manipulated and abused in a relationship with a massive power imbalance.

[thedawningofthehour]

Draxum is a fearsome commander and warring warrior scientist, but he's also a Dad and does exactly what Dads do.