#tav jewel

[3tavs1durge]

Part 2 - Murder In The Grove.

The search for a cure turns into a rescue mission as Jewel learns a valuable lesson about being a tadpoled adventurer.

Astarion turns seduction and mystery up a notch with more death threats.

https://www.wattpad.com/1433975100-blood-approval-murder-in-the-grove

[gvalesdraws]

finally started my first bg3 playthrough for my jeweler turned warlok guy and i enjoy every second of it

[jibberjibbsart]

Gale’s Earring Part 2

🥹 gale my beloved you deserve the best

[mercymaker]

In order to better blend in with the patriar families of Baldur's Gate, both Maleane and Astarion had to pick up some of the customs and qualities that reflected one's status. Despite sneaking into numerous balls and masquerades, both of them avoided the actual dancing, only learning some moves out of necessity—to assist their act of deception.

They would practice in dark crypts and under the forest trees, at times spinning in circles around their own bedroom, moving with the poise and character of the most esteemed noblemen. Yet, more often than not, they would end their performances in a fit of laughter, poking fun of whomever they were trying to emulate with their act.

[dolceaspidenera]

Loss in sanity, why don’t you give it a try? Devour all in sight, a buffet tonight

This whole rendezvous might make you cry I’ll say it to your fight-or-flight: “You are my special”

Went a bit experimental with this set 🤔 not sure if I like it or hate it lol

This song gives such strong AA vibes

[littlelostmabari]

Touch of Darkness

Chapter 1 is finally ready! *sobs*

Read on AO3. Complete Fic List.

Pairing: Gale x f!Tav

Soulmates AU. Wizard x Storm Sorcerer. Literary abuse of musical analogies. Angst, angst, angst.

He was a protégé, an artist with the Weave. She had always seen him as a conductor, and she his orchestra. When his magic whispered commands, hers obeyed effortlessly, bending and swaying in harmony with his desires. At his gentle prodding, her voice would soar in exultation, a melody weaving into the fabric of reality. And when his compositions reached their crescendos, his fingers dancing across the Weave, her very bones vibrated with the intensity of the magic he channeled through her. Together, they formed an extraordinary ensemble: he, the mastermind behind the musical arrangement, and she, the vessel through which his symphony of Weave came to life. Where she had power, he had control. When he found power in Mystra, Irradessa lost control.

Thanks to @cheeezncrackers for being the bestest beta reader and putting up with my fuckery <3

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[riddlerosehearts]

figured out how to edit the game files and combine some mods so i could try out different things with gale's earring because i have a lot of thoughts... also gale's earring should really be positioned lower but i'm having an issue with one of the mods, oh well

[zipmode]

I need to finish that fucking animatic I started without actually playing it back so I don't psych myself out of posting it for fear it is not as funny as I initially thought it was... anyways time to go do that

[ladygoofball]

Hope you don't mind me responding this way, but yes!!! I loved your interpretation of the paladin/Gale combo. I love to imagine him with someone really physically strong, like a paladin, ranger, or fighter. He needs someone to support him in these trying times, and it doesn't hurt that battle turns him on.

Thank you for letting me spit up on your post! I really...can't stop writing about how perfect this man would be with a himbo. Thank you for GETTING IT!!! He needs someone who brings something to the table that he can't do himself (and looks REALLY good doing it). I can see him really digging a Monk as well.

Basically I keep seeing the Gale romance discourse surround how he would love to read with Tav all day and he loves books but he would also be perfectly content with retelling the stories out loud to Tav (a thing that he can focus on that doesn't make the Orb detonate around Tav would be a welcome reprieve). Gale helps them read, Tav helps him improve his combat skills (and WHAT a god damned convenient excuse to TOUCH his crush and feel the thrill of battle without the danger of dying).

Gale also has chronic pain and was isolated for a long ass time without touching anyone. His relationship with Mystra was mostly astral projecting, and I doubt he was getting much physical contact with anyone else while that was all happening. The Paladin's whole healing method being through physical touch would be SOOOO overwhelming at first. He'd try to heal something himself just to not have his crush's hands on him and reveal that he is going to explode whenever they put their hands on him, but in the end that helps him remember that being involved with someone in the physical world is leagues better than what he thought was a perfect relationship.

All of this to say: Gale needs a really good hug so bad that I'm going to have to draw him getting a hug a million times.

[ihaveaskeleton]

"Your fire opal eyes, round and burning with stories untold and stories yet to be written,"

— Ydrich trying her best in the mirror scene.

[n00b-vegas]

Anyway

Thinking about pre game Fryth in Baldurs gate

[3tavs1durge]

My Tav, Jewel, looking angelic at "The House of Hope".

[lewvithur]

sneaky little rogue who likes jewels? i think i've seen this before

[rietveldings]

more of my girl Emerald because i keep switching to her playthrough when i get stuck on boss fights in my main (which is almost over!) 💚

[neckromantics]

It's literally so funny that I wasn't thinking and wrote about giving Astarion silver jewelry. It's something i could see Tav doing. Imagine buying it for him just because you think it's pretty? Coming back to camp all proud about it, and he's cautiously holding it in his palm like, "Love, is this real silver?"

And you're like :D "maybe?" And at first, he thinks it ISNT because he touches all over it, puts it on eventually, and it doesn't do anything to hurt him. The two of you nearly forget about it altogether. But then post-tadpole you chase after him on the docks to find him curled up in the shade, hiding away, with the necklace thrown off to the side and scorch marks on his skin that aren't due to the sun? The way you rip off your matching set like it burns you before sitting down a little ways off to wait with him.

You apologize to him a million times for this later, and he plasters on an all too amused smile. Insists it's fine before making some sort of joke about all the ways you could make it up to him. He truly isn't holding it against you– it simply slipped both of your minds until it was too late. There’s something there behind his eyes, though. Something so crestfallen. Sad. Don't look at me.

You'd be marching your ass to the nearest jeweler to get the stones from the last pair re-set into a new metal that isn't going to eat through his skin this time. You pay the guy triple in your haste to make things even a little bit right with your love. And the look on his face when you present it to him on your knees, full flourish, with apologies falling from your lips like he hadn't already forgiven you? As if he was ever upset with you to begin with? He pulls you into a kiss, nearly lifting you off the floor by the collar of your shirt in his haste to get you to shut up.

Oh, and he loves the new jewelry set just as much. You never make a silly mistake like that again, though, that's for sure.

[littlelostmabari]

Snippet Sunday

Thanks @alpydk for the tag!

I'm working on Touch of Darkness and One of the Good Ones as the muses delegate, but here's some from ToD which has a bunch of Gale angst. I don't know who's been tagged yet but please jump in!!!

From Chapter 2 of Touch of Darkness (Soulmates AU, Gale x Named f!Tav), which will be published sometime this decade.

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He found her on one of the outcroppings near the monastery. Her head was squeezed between white-knuckled fingers and bent over legs that dangled over a hundred-foot drop into the misty green below. 

Karlach guarded her left, Wyll her right. The latter didn't speak, but held her the way Gale wanted, needed, should have — no. 

He held her the way Karlach would have if she were safe to touch. Wyll’s arms crossed over her back and front, his forehead propped on her shoulder with his horns a shadowed frame in the moonlight. Gale’s thoughts stirred to the lakeside where jealousy had reared its head to mimic the pain of the orb — the words about her comfort with the younger Ravengard had slipped from between his teeth before he had the chance to examine them for their sharpness. He had stumbled to blunt them then, but then and again now those words were knives against the inside of his ribs.

His Irra still loved him. 

He stood back from the others, hand on the striated wall that served as the entrance to this shadowed nook. The other hand dangled limply at his side as he watched, and waited. 

Really, Irradessa was speaking only to Karlach. Wyll served as proxy, his arms curled around as a brother or a son would. It echoed the embrace Karlach must have ached to provide, should contact have served more than scorch marks. The hands and arms not of a lover, but of a sister, soothing the wounds that Gale had failed to acknowledge in his egocentric despair. That's what he had been, of course: egocentric. 

The orb had dominated his every waking thought until she touched him at the portal, her quiet violin pouring soothing power into the distemper of the glyph. He should have recognized the music then… but he was so eager to be saved that he didn’t recognize his savior. She was the woman that stalked his periphery of his status as Chosen, the regret that had eaten away slowly at his heart for the past decade and a half. Mystra had soothed, but never healed — for what does a goddess know of mortal longing? His days in the Weave were busy at her side, but his nights, just as he fell through the veil of slumber, he would hear his own voice.

“It’s a bit late for that, don’t you think?”

With wakefulness came forgetting, more and more each time wakefulness entered his mind. 

Then in the dark of his study, the blinds pulled across his windows and eyes and heart, and Tara out scouring for answers, he had thought about the bright pin in his vision at each breath he had taken at the side of the Mother of Magic. The missing pieces had been an ache that he had readily filled with knowledge and the Weave, and now the orb, but the hole was never small enough to fill with any of it. He thought now to send, to scry, but those magics were beyond him. He could write, but to which hole would his worthless words be erased when she discovered his uselessness? 

The orb was not the only thing that was ravenous now, begging for her gaze.

And again he was still thinking about the orb, and not of his Irra… should she look at him now and find him anything more than his failures. Instead he held his breath with eyes closed and ears perked to the harsh intake of her every breath. He felt a stab at each rattle of inhaled lament and regret that assaulted her lungs. 

“I'm so sorry, Dez. If I had known I wouldn't have teased so much. Not fair to play if the hand’s already been folded.” Karlach leaned back on hands that were inches from Irra, itching to close the gap. Her face looked up to the sky, eyes in the middle distance and hair dangled back along her spine. Her tail, limp and trailing off the cliff, a fine indicator of her mood. 

“You've got naught to apologize for, *hic*lach.” Her sobs broke through the words. “He knew and that's what fucking *hic* hurts.” 

“You told him?!” 

Gale watched as Karlach's head snapped to his Irra, and the muscles in Wyll's arm tensed.

“Ages ago. But he left. I was never *hic* never…”

Wyll instinctually held her tighter without Karlach’s intervention. Gale couldn’t see, but he could hear well enough to know that her hands and lap were soaked with tears. When his horns got in the way, Wyll raised his head and pulled her entire body into his chest. He cradled her. Her body trembled against his, and his heart absorbed her fear and sorrow. His tunic took her tears.