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itshelia

Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

astarion-can-spawn-me

Tenderness Upon the Breeze

Gale x Blind!Bard!Reader

summary: cute overload shit bitches

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You know how every epic upon this floating rock ends in the end. It wouldn’t make much sense for such a magnificent epic to end in such a travesty, if you really think of the details. An Elderbrain threatening your very existence upon the earth you cherished and adored. An Elderbrain meticulously planning every single step of every warm or cold blooded creature that even DARED to be in the vicinity. It was an epic that couldn’t even entertain the thought of failure, not for a single second.

Rejoicing, it always follows the end of a tale, where every protagonist gives one hardy pat on the shoulder before returning to Gods knows where. That is usually when listeners and devourers of books usually stop, now hungrily searching for another story of heroes to indulge.

Gale of course knew exactly what he was going to do, go back to the homely tower in Waterdeep, where he could already feel his books and scrolls beckoning him home, Beckoning him to once again stay curled and hidden within those limestone walls and fine tapestries. His heart absolutely yearned to have those familiar walls back up around him, especially now that the selfish mistake he had made before was now dealt with. Tara would now have a much needed break of being to snuggle up to her tomes by the hearth instead of having to venture far and wide to obtain those magical artifacts that quenched the orb’s thirst for the weave.

What a selfish person he once was. How the memories always bring his brow into a furrow and a scowl. The bitterness those memories left in his mouth, the knots it left in his stomach.

Waterdeep almost felt alien to him the minute he came back from his journey, his epic, his life purpose. It did not matter to him of the title, he would leave it for the historians to put a label to it. Waterdeep was so lively, he knew it was always like that, but all those hours, days, and months squandered away in his tower, only a mere weak shadow of the man he was before the moment he let his pride and hunger take over, before he became a walking bomb. Even that tower of his was a sight to behold.

It was exactly the same way he left it, of course Tara trying her best to keep up with the place like the good familiar and companion she was. It just made him feel sickly and melancholic at the sight of those old rooms, not even a soft glow from the fire cured his sorrows. Gale was being haunted by old memories of himself, how pathetically cowardly he was behind closed doors of his beloved tower. How he would sob away like a poor child yearning for his mother’s comfort. He couldn't do it with those old ghosts taunting him, he couldn’t get a single minute of sleep that first night he had returned home. Tara’s soft purrs couldn’t even lull him to sleep as he could only stare at the moonlit ceiling of his bedroom.

The wizard prodigy took no time to rise from those sheets once the sun broke past the horizon’s of his adored Waterdeep.

Change, that’s what he decided on as he got dressed for the day.

A spring cleaning if you would like to call it such. The windows were beckoned open with a simple flick of his wrist, lulling the warm, balmy air of waterdeep inside, cleansing the air of the heavy memories that lingered and festered on that once old and stale air. Books not being placed back where they should have been and not stacked in their haphazard piles around every single room. Those piles made him feel bitter anyway, all he could see was the old images of himself screaming into those empty rooms as he could never fill the hole within himself, no matter how much he consumed everything he could get his fingers on.

None the matter though, he could feel the very faint feeling of relief ebbing away at the back of his brain as he continued to shoo those memories away as he made his space once again livable. It was his once more again, his to claim, live in, own, be free.

Though a faint noise caught his attention as his fingers gently caressed his plants that sat cuddle together beneath one of the windows of his tower. Gale almost simply ignored it as he continued to fret over the slightly droopy petals of the flowers that loomed and swayed in their planter amongst that balmy breeze. Noises were no stranger to Waterdeep, not with the bustling city sprawling amongst its little area of the coast. Even with Gale being settled amongst the outskirts of the city, the noise of bustling folk never ceased to float up and into his ears, carried by the breeze from the salty sea.

The noise was…different perhaps? It was soft and gentle, but it sounded way closer than the towns folk further out into the city. It was close enough for Gale to warrant a quick glance to the dirt road the winded past his tower and into the outskirts of water deep, traveling out and to the houses and towers that were spread out far and wide from each other amongst the lush green plains. Farms surrounded those quaint homes and a possible brooding wizard in those ancient towers.

A tender melody floated upon that breeze and a quick sweep of his gaze revealed an individual down below. They were obviously humming away a soft tune on their journey, a soft tune that brought a soft smile to Gale’s lips as he leant upon the stone ledge of the window he was standing at, the sea air whipping around his hair messily.

“Good morning, saer! Or should I say evening? I dare say time is already eluding me!” he called out merrily to the figure below. They halted lamely in their tracks, almost a delayed reaction to look up to Gale, but a gorgeous smile crawled upon their lips.

“I would say you have maybe a few more minutes of this fine morning before we must make room for the evening!” You called back up to the man above you. Well you assumed it was a man by the sound of his voice.

You were just a mere citizen of Faerûn, but now it was your time to shine. You grew up on a farm, with loving parents and loving siblings, but it was almost suffocating in the end. You lost your eyesight at a young age, though you were at a point in life that you couldn’t scoop up a single memory of what the world truly looked like around you, those memories were only shadows in your imagination. It was depressing, but your family tried to help the best they could, but it only made that helplessness fester within you when you always had to have someone else's hand in your own, always having to have someone else’s voice speak up for you. Childhood was spent hovering over notches in your brailed books, or your fingers softly plucking away at a lute.

You became a very talented musician as you got older, you thought you were good, but you also told yourself that because deep down within the folds of your brain, you thought that those admirers and fans only pitied you because of the state of you pale and sightless eyes.

That led to being in Waterdeep, you were given the chance to move out here, to finally be on your own, to finally just rely on yourself. It was rich in culture, it was rich with the weave. It allowed you to meditate, to write music, poetry, the emotions that always came and went in that empathic heart of yours. Waterdeep was a very successful little place to live this past six months for you.

“I do have to admit, I thought this place was abandoned” you admitted with a laugh as you hands clutched on the stick that was aiding you on your little walk down that dirt road. “I apologize for being a lousy neighbor and never introducing myself!”

“Oh no worries, I was on a little business trip these past months, so I think that makes me the lousy neighbor” Gale joked back as he tucked a rogue strand of hair that threatened to land in his eye. “ I actually only just got back last night, definitely greetings are in order, give me a second to come down there” his voice called excitedly down, his feat already scrambling down the cold stone deeps down the few flights down to his front door from the floor he was standing on. Feet taking him across his front yard of slightly overgrown grass and weeds that still clutched on the very slight remnants of dew from the early morning. It was then that he noticed those pale and milky white eyes of yours. He tried not to be shocked despite the fact he assumed you really couldn’t see him.

“Gale Dekarios, I would say of Waterdeep, but these six months [1] have proven to make me a stranger once again to this place” Gale spoke out as he softly took your hand to give it a gentle squeeze which you reciprocated, even jokingly giving a maybe slightly wobbly curtsy with a giggle as you introduced yourself to the wizard.

“Very pleased to finally meet you, Gale Dekarious, not acquainted with Waterdeep” you teased.

You always had a tenderness floating about you. An intimacy like no other. Gale could have simply been outside trying to revive his herb garden and that tenderness upon that seabreeze would poke and proud at his senses to make his gaze search for you or let his ears try to hear whatever tune you were trying to shape with that sweet voice of yours or tried to piece together the honeyed words of whatever poem or script you were trying to piece together or simply reciting to that tender weave that surrounded you. Whatever it was, it always led Gale to meet you at his front gate, a window that was nearest to him, the front door. Hell he would even lean over the ledge of the very tip of his tower if he had to. You were quick with your slightly clumsy steps, already those steps forming their small little trails. A few notable ones stood prominent upon the grass of his front yard, one that lead to the first reachable window where if he called from their, you would lean up and listen to his excited words over what adventure he taken upon that day, all mundane adventures however, definitely not an Elderbrain. Another one led to his little overgrown garden of herbs and certain alchemical ingredients. You spent many of hours underneath the warm sun reciting a poem or a song for a client and asking for the wizards opinion on your lyrics and versus as he prodded away at his plants, soul always soothed by your bardic grace as he did those meticulous tasks in his humble garden. And two trails were starting to lead to his front door. One was designated to you and one to him by the countless times he has lead you through the front door of his tower when he invited you in for tea, brunch, lunch, dinner, whichever time you had stumbled upon him on your sporadic walks in front of his tower that slowly started to become Waterdeep’s old friend once more. You have even become acquainted with Tara, his resident Tressym, you were extremely careful to not refer to Tara as ‘Gale’s’ as he was so particular about it. Gale was also the one to accompany you when it came to the bustling areas of Waterdeep, spending days when life allowed you and Gale to find the most obscure and hidden places of beloved Waterdeep.

How the time would just meld all together as it went on in your presence. Gale specifically thrived on those late evenings spent with you within the confines of his cozy library. It was so intimate to him. He always found himself lounging upon the grande carpet in front of the fire, you sat upon his slightly worn couch, playing sweet and somber tunes on your lute. That or you would ramble on in deep conversations that lead to endless routes where your thoughts could run to. Gale would take those moments to admire your face as you stared ahead, voice a sweet lullaby as you spoke, always loving how the soft hues of the fire danced upon your face.

Sometimes the two of you would sit in silence in the warmth of the flames of the hearth, meditate and focus on the weave, Gale always there to help lead your hands in intricate movements together, the weave to lace and pulse through your caressed hands.Those were your favorite moments. You could just sense every essence of his being during those moments. It was those moments where you felt like you could see him the most. You still couldn’t exactly see him, but the weave that would pulse between you just almost felt like he was just bare before you and possibly the same for you being bare before him in the weave. Racing hearts and all.

“Give me your hands…” Gale spoke out gently, it was one of those late nights again, Tara purring away off to the side on her much deserved pile of warm pillows and you gentle and soft before him. You obeyed as your calloused rested upon his familiar fingertips. His were calloused too, a scar here and there that you could faintly trace out with your fingertips, the touch always springing the memories of him giving the stories behind those brave wounds.

The minute your hands touched you could feel the shift in the weave as he started to mumble the invocation, your hands in his, the weave once again bouncing with so much powerful energy between the both of you.

You had to squint your eyes, the weave coming to a steady hum between the two of you. Something was flickering in your eyes, is that what flickering was? You could see something before you, your brain just couldn’t piece it together.

“That’s you” Gale said with a gentle rumble of a chuckle, “I may have been studying an invocation that allows you to use my eyesight. Now it's not permanent, of course, but I thought you would have been curious about my interior decorating” You couldn’t help but snort, cringing as you saw the image of yourself snorting before you. Leave it to Gale to be so selfless. How far he has come on his journey of evolution.

“Oh goodness, I look like that?” you said with another sort, careful reaching your hands to Gale’s face, caressing his cheeks you slowly moved his head around to move his eyes to look at different parts of his cozy library. Some reason, the environment didn’t come as a shock to your lack of sight. It just seemed to all fit your expectations, even if you honestly didn’t have any.

“Come my dear, let’s go on a little stroll” he spoke softly, helping you up and offering you his arm. You caught the sight of his casual robes he wore. The colors vibrant under the hues of the fire and of the moon that pierced through the windows. He leads you through his tower, showing off the many artifacts he has mentioned over the months of knowing each other, the portraits of his friends, showing off the few remnants he had of his youth. He flipped through old thesis and writings of his prodigy youth and you got to see through his eyes.

“Wait a minute…” you muttered out as you stopped him in his tracks, something in his eyes caught your attention as you gently reached a hand up to grab his chin to guide his eyes to look at what stopped you. Two figures you saw on the wall, moving with your movements, you really couldn’t see it too well in the dimness of the hallway the two of you slowly walked through. As the two of you got closer you realized it was a reflection of the two of you.

“And that is me, I hope I’m not too horrible to look at” The grin upon his face sent your heart skipping as he guided his face closer to the mirror, guiding your hands to touch his chin, allowing you to move his face in different angles, allowing your fingertips to trace over the hair of his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, the shape of his lips wear his facial hair gentle scratched the tips of your fingers. “This is me, Gale Dekarios…” His voice carried out as a whisper, a voice too scared to speak too loudly to not startle this delicate moment away in this wholesome tower of Waterdeep.

“Gale Dekarios, I would assume you are what people would call handsome…” You spoke out as you watched yourself creep closer to his side, not able to clearly see your face and his face in the mirror, his hand now cupping your cheeks gently.

Maybe it was your tender hearts running miles a minute that started to mess with the invocation since the images before you faded away like many of those sweet memories you once had in your mind. Gale had your hands back in his again as he guided you, your hands resting upon his body, the heat radiating through his robes and onto your hands. His hands cupped your cheeks as he guided your head closer to his.

His lips were upon yours in a sweet kiss, gentle and soft. You let your body melt into his embrace as his arms supported you as he kissed you deeply underneath the silvery moon that threatened to disappear as the first rays of morning began to make their way beyond the horizon once more.

You broke away from a breath, hands clumsy as they buried themselves within his hair, an airy laugh escaping your wet lips as you embraced each other. Perfect harmony. Your tenderness engulfed his entire being, which he accepted with open arms.

Gale had to say, he was happy with how his little epic ended. A soft gentle ending to this chapter of his life, but with you there now by his side, he could feel the blossoming of the next chapter already begin to flourish between the two of you as he pulled away from you.

“Come my love, the sun is breaking past the horizon and we still haven’t slept” Gale spoke out as he began to lead you through those hallways.

“Like that has ever stopped us…..”

officialfist

urbanfantasyinspiration

I just wanna read the article to see what bullshit they come up with

skyfire85

But the religion sure likes to say otherwise

Some "highlights":

There’s no racism, misogyny, homophobia, compulsory heterosexuality or theocracy — all standard in “Christian stories.”

Discussion of sex — that great Christian obsession — is muted, but Tolkien’s vision is deeply ‘queer’. It centers not on romances between men and women, but on bonds between male Hobbits who ‘read’ as non-masculine.

So, yeah....

malinformation-distributor

>Discussion of sex — that great Christian obsession

This is such intense projection that it actually opened a portal on the wall to the eighth dimension and made both Lectroid factions cringe.

urbanfantasyinspiration

The second half of that sentence gets better: “but Tolkien’s vision is deeply ‘queer’”.

Sure it is honey

edgar-allan-possum

Ah, man, this whole article is very stupid. Let's look at some more points.

Much of this is just plain false. It is true that there is very little or no organized religion in Middle-earth, but Eru and the Valar exist and the Valar especially are invoked frequently. We see Elves singing hymns to Elbereth and in Gondor they have a ritual of standing and facing West before meals in memory of Valinor and Numenor.

This is silly. Tolkien is clearly saying that the Blessed Mother was an inspiration for the character of Galadriel, not that Galadriel was a carbon copy of Mary. The writer of this article somehow doesn't understand applying only some attributes of an inspiration to a character you are creating.

Tolkien was asked "Is Galadriel the Virgin Mary?" and answered "No, but she's kind of like her" and that was too confusing for some people.

The writer of the article didn't read the whole essay. Calling the Gospels a "fairy-story" was a very high compliment here.

All this just paints Tolkien as a complex person. He clearly knew enough theology to make some arguments to C.S. Lewis on the subject. There are many Catholics who never visit Rome. It isn't required or anything. And Tolkien's Father Christmas seen in his yearly letters to his children is a very folkloric figure with little connection to St. Nicholas.

urbanfantasyinspiration

Oh good God in heaven

Look all of my Tolkien knowledge is largely superficial but even I know there’s a religion in it

beakedwhalesyo

Fuckers. Tolkien's religious beliefs are plainly visible in Lord of the Rings. Just because he's not hitting you over the head with it doesn't mean it's not there. The problem is most of these weirdos equate a Christian story with "overtly allegorical or a thinly veiled sermon" and it shows.

thewightknight

25% of the people have a 4th cone and see colors as they are

Given the sudden interest for the color of dresses and vision, here some of the fascinating findings we did recently.

The color nuances we see depend on the number and distribution of cones (=color receptors) in our eye. You can check this rainbow: how many color nuances do you count?

You see less than 20 color nuances: you are a dichromats, like dogs, which means you have 2 types of cones only. You are likely to wear black, beige, and blue. 25% of the population is dichromat.

You see between 20 and 32 color nuances: you are a trichromat, you have 3 types of cones (in the purple/blue, green and red area). You enjoy different colors as you can appreciate them. 50% of the population is trichromat.

You see between 33 and 39 colors: you are a tetrachromat, like bees, and have 4 types of cones (in the purple/blue, green, red plus yellow area). You are irritated by yellow, so this color will be nowhere to be found in your wardrobe. 25% of the population is tetrachromat.

You see more than 39 color nuances: come on, you are making up things! there are only 39 different colors in the test and probably only 35 are properly translated by your computer screen anyway :)

It is highly probable that people who have an additional 4th cone do not get tricked by blue/black or white/gold dresses, no matter the background light ;)

(x)

ahaunteddildoforblaine

I see 21 colors. I had no idea there are so many more.

chocolatequeennk

I see 35-39 colours, and I hate the colour yellow. That was actually what made me curious enough to stop scrolling and count. Who knew there was a scientific reason behind my colour preferences? So the idea here is that what I see as annoyingly, garishly bright, most people don’t see as clearly, and that’s why it’s “cheerful?” (I’ve never understood that description of yellow.)

sassyhail

I barely saw 18 or 19. Dang :/

straightboyfriend2

Im fucking colorblind

buckymilf

i saw 41 colors should i worry about my fucking brain

danger-xylophones

I also saw 41, though I will chop that up to my screen translating the image weird because I saw strips of color way smaller than any of the others

obi-wan-kanbonemi

I saw 35-39, but also I’m a hairstylist, I have to see colors man or I’m screwed. Though surprisingly the color yellow is my favorite color so….oops?

animentality

nancydrewsecrets-blog

Characters I would bang:

Issue One: Henry Bolet Jr.

He’s so dark and mysteriously creepy. He’s the most gorgeous character in any of the games. To me, he’s more unknown than anyone else. Yes, that includes Sonny Joon.

I don’t understand why he puts up with his girlfriend. She’s an ungrateful gold digger. Seriously, he jumps over the moon to get her what she wants and she still complains. If I was his girlfriend, I’d be sitting next to him, refilling his cup of tea, and comforting him through the death of the person who raised him. I’d be the one jumping over the moon for him. That’s what he deserves.

Something tells me he’s incredibly kinky too. Probably into anthropomorphic stuff. He probably has a ton of fantasies that he can never express to his girlfriend.

Out of all the characters in any of the games, he is possibly my favorite.

studiocapybara

Alien Pattern

Because I really like aliens but couldnt find a good pattern :^)

Unfortunately I dont have pictures of the construction, sorry!

IMPORTANT NOTE: this pattern has not yet been tested. If you find any errors, or anything thats difficult to understand, please contact me!

IMPORTANT NOTE 2: The hdc’s in the neck are meant to make the back of the neck taller than the front. Your stitches may not line up exactly the same way mine did, but the 2 hdc should be in the back. This allowed the neck to connect to the back of the head, rather than the chin.

Head:

MR6

[inc] around(12)

[sc] around(12)

[sc, inc] around(18)

[sc] around(18)

[2sc, inc] around(24)

[sc] around(24)

[3sc, inc] around(30)

[sc] around(30)

[4sc, inc] around(36)

[sc] around for the next 7 rounds

Begin stuffing head. You can also add safety eyes, embroider eyes, or sew on eyes now.

[4sc,dec] around(30)

[3sc, dec] around(24)

[2sc,dec] around(18)

[sc, dec] around(12)

[dec] around(6)

Feet+Legs:

Ch7

Sk first chain, sc around the chain(14)

[sc, inc] around(21)

Sc6, dec5, sc5(16)

Sc4, dec4, sc4(12)

Sc3, dec3, sc3(9)

[sc, dec] around(6)

[sc] around for 28 rows, FO on first leg, but LEAVE SECOND LEG ATTACHED. Join legs. You should have 12 stitches.

Body:

[sc] around for 10 rows(12)

Stuff body

[sc, inc] around(18)

[sc] around for 10 rows

[sc, dec] around(12)

[sc, dec] around(9)

[sc, dec] around(6)

[sc] around for 4 rows

I added two hdc on the back of the neck, but this is optional, depending on how you want the head to sit. If you skip the hdc, the chin will sit directly on the neck, but with the hdc, the neck will connect to the back of the head.

Arms:

MR 6

[sc] around(6)

[sc, inc] around(9)

Sc around for 3 rows

7) [sc,dec] around(6)

8) [sc] around for 15 rows

22) hdc, sc4, hdc(6)

23) hdc, FO

Thumb:

MR 4

Sc around for 2 rows

joelxmiller

i have no idea know why but i love it when din stands/sits with his hands placed on a table. i find it kinda endearing for some reason??? like he just looks very polite 🥺

joelxmiller

@flightrules @capdjarin ur hive minds tho fhskfhksks

heartsofbeskar

@asta-lily @djarinsbeskar brb crying🥲🥲

brittababbles

Oh oh is that what he does that little thing where he folds his hands over his stomach all sweet and polite like

This is his “I am relaxed and unthreatened. It is okay to approach me” stance and I adore it.