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“If I’d had the moon, if love were enough, all might have been different. But where could I quench this thirst? What human heart, what god, would have for me the depth of a great lake?” — Albert Camus, Caligula (tr. by Stuart Gilbert), 1944

"I wish you could see it with my eyes, how beautiful the world is."

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If you don't appreciate Gale and Tae wrestling for dominance you are beyond help. Gale & Tae Post 3/??

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what did gale do to propose?

It was less a "what he did" and more "when he did it" Let’s say both were under time pressure. But so was the person betrothing them.

Cannot believe this ask actually made me finally draw this joke I have in my mind since forever. As a Magistrate of course it would be Astarion who has to bethroth them.

They are best friends. ♥

(I assume this is about the one Comic? =>)

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Just a man kneeling in front of a Goddess. Nothing happening here. Or is there more? (Uncensored version)

First picture of a set on my patreon.com/soundlessroom (Still growing!)

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International kissing day! If you like my bg3 stuff, I have a lil patreon.com/soundlessroom

How to make your local circle shut up. A step-by-step guide.

I MOVED MY BLOG ::

BECAUSE TUMBLR IS A BULLY

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Just so you know what to blacklist (or maybe follow? ♥)

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Original "After Midnight" by Jack Vettriano

I saw it, and I had too; I am thinking a lot about modern Faerun, but my mind always stucks in the 70-80s.

The broken-dreams Singer and the overworked professor

NGL I feel like an imposter in the BG3 Fanart scene at the moment... so forgive me please that art is scarcely coming up.

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Some doodles and concept for possible Concept!Gale and Fey'Ri Camp Outfit.

Also second picture based on this textpost:

No pinning against the wall, finger in mouth or sloppy style yet but I wanted some doodle of Gale preventing Ceres to use their magic.

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I saw this incredible cute pose on pinterest and couldn't stop imagining how Ceres holds the leash outside of the bedroom ~~ ♥ I don't know who to give credit too but I have the bad edit version still before it was deleted under the cut.

I asked on my RP Blog for any volunteers and got a Gale roleplayer volunteer, which totally does not fit the aesthethic of content of this blog so I gave it a try.

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No teasin', you waited long enough

Couldn't decide if he tops Astarion or Gale.

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I will not give any context to this.

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You’re imperfect, and you’re wired for struggle, but you are worthy of love and belonging. Gale & Tae Post 2/??

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You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth. Exploring the possibility of having Gale heal the heart of this broken man.Gale & Tae Post 1 /??

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If I'm half the man you think I am that's twice the man I need to be Continuation of the wedding night on patreon.com/soundlessroom

Depending on how my patrons respond to this comic, it may evolve into a cute, soft, and romantic smut moment featuring our favorite wizard.

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Repost because I am proud when my Art creates more art ♥ @galefcrce And now there is a Fanfic inspired of it on AO3

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These doubts long have haunted my restless mind To bind our hearts, damn what fate may claim Bare my soul open, then your truth I’ll find A winding, weaving path to which we both lay blame You seek my love come the dawning Your voice – gentle words, magic’s grace To dream of chestnut eyes unclouded, warming Of tender smiles, lighting up your face The scholar I'll follow into the night To find your heart, its passion restrained By pride ever growing, hiding from the light Amidst the shadows to hold you, unchained I know not if destiny deems us as one Or if by love’s pure chance we’ve been found The wish I whispered when it all begun Did it forge a bond you might never have bound?

Ceres is consumed by doubts. Did they unconsciously cast magic at Gale, or was their body merely acting on its succubus nature? How can they be certain that what they share is genuine?

How can they ever be sure of finding something real?

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When your Light dims

This was a script to a comic I planned, but never drew. I uploaded it once on my RP Blog, which is no more. So I am uploading it here again since I did receive really nice feedback.

"When your light dims, I'll be waiting for you."

These were Gale's last words to her. He didn't even say it himself, but rather a leftover of life force in his corpse. It made her question, for the first time ever, if any of what the corpses said were true. Not that she doubted Gale, but those words were so bittersweet, she couldn't help but sob. The spell broke before even five questions were answered. Her arms were tight around Gale, her tears mixing with the blood in his robe while she felt her nose running, her voice cracking, getting a headache from the lack of breath.

He was gone.

It was hard to move on, hard to have one's future ripped from one's hand so badly, all the plans they had, all those things she couldn't tell him. On Jaheira's advice, she began to write letters to Gale he would never receive.

About them helping to rebuild Baldur's Gate, about her travels to Waterdeep and meeting his mother, about the many stories she told and wondered if her favorite wizard would be angry at his mother for telling her those, or if he would just slide embarrassed under the table. The scratches of Tara she deserved when hearing upon his fate.

But time passed, people got older. She noted down how Wyll was even in his old age truly the blade of the frontier and only accepted her help when he truly couldn't stand up anymore from his chair.

Gale, I bet you would have looked breathtaking with silver hair. Your little strands already were driving me almost crazy. I began counting them, just like you did with my freckles. I never finished though. It was a wonderful way to spend time in the quiet with you.

How she spent her adventuring time with Jaheira and the Harpers, always on a search for a cure or a way so Astarion could go back into the sun. Also, how Jaheira, just like Wyll, denied any help of her, but her children loved and cared under big nagging their mother to the end. How resilient could a woman be? Ceres was sure Jaheira would die on the battlefield just like Minsc, but she wasn't as reckless.

Tell me, Gale, did you ever want children? If yes, how would you name them? If not, how many dogs would I be allowed to adopt? And how would we name those? What about a Tressym family?

After she left the Harpers, she tried to meet with Shadowheart as often as she could.

Did you know she really got her little farm? It's so much more work than she anticipated, but she never looked so happy. And despite having a farm, she somehow managed to smell like the flowers from her garden.

You always smelled like a library. I loved it. I loved your scent so much. Do you remember how I stole your robe after you went into the river? I said it was for a prank, but I was too shy to admit that your scent alone made me feel like there was nothing but a happy end waiting for us."

But when Shadowheart showed her first wrinkles and gray strands, it was then that Ceres too noticed that she was getting older. It began with Astarion more often than not suggesting a break. The roads they managed to pass got shorter, to explore dungeons always included a long rest.

I heard of a spell called wish that could heal Astarion. Also, that one can use a divine favor to cure him. I am sure you knew that, didn't you? Astarion immediately dismissed the chance a god would help him. Who can blame him? In all those centuries, they never came to help us. I wonder, if I would have agreed with you to get the Crown of Karsus, would you be alive? Was I wrong to stop you? (I love you so much.)

The days get heavier, longer. Astarion suggested we should visit Halsin again in Reithwyn, haven't seen him for so long. I was really giddy at this suggestion. But were the roads always this bumpy? Or do they just build worse carriages over the centuries? Astarion said he didn't notice anything. It's hard to tell how old my body is, except when I look at my hands. I see wrinkles, I see veins, I think I got more freckles and your old count does not count anymore. When we meet, you have to start anew. Halsin got me immediately an own room. Despite being older than me, he still looks like on the first day. Maybe I should have become a druid too.

I still can't stop thinking about the spell to heal Astarion. I wonder if you need to be a chosen or a cleric for a divine favor. For sure, I did everything Eilistraee would be proud of me. I will try my luck. If she doesn't listen to one of Baldur's Gate's heroes, maybe at least Astarion found a home at Halsin's side.

My last days I spend with praying. My knees hurt, my limbs ache. I am at a point where I pray because I cannot get up anymore without the help of one of the people from Reithwyn. It makes me wonder, if Mystra had made you a chosen again, would you have stopped aging like Elminster one day? Would you be next to me, with long, silver hair, and help me up? Would you be the one, forced to watch me age, while you live eternally? Maybe what I am doing is for naught, but it's all I can do, while my body is too weak to even pass the city's border.

I cannot leave the bed, so I am reading all those letters I wrote to you, so I won't forget anything I wanted to tell you. But as my hands are shaking, writing this last letter to you, I know at least how to greet you. I will look into your wonderful, hazelnut eyes, and tell you... ... .. .