The Hawke's Nest

Geeky Lady Gamer, Intersectional feminist, painter of the smol, mapper of dungeons, Dungeon Mistress, history nut, bibliophile. Unapologetically obsessed w/ #BG3 and Gale Drakarios. #ddo #wow #neverwinter #eso #dnd #assassinscreed 🏳️‍🌈✊🏿 bio.link/KeroDreamsInCode

[galedekarios]

gale romance + hands

mercy is in your hands, pour me a little. and tenderness too. my need is great. -mary oliver

it is enough, this moment, not to speak. to touch your hand. -rosanna warren

i clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos. -hélène cixous

i can't hold enough of you in my hands. -franz kafka

how beautiful your soul is. and your hands. -viriginia woolf

tenderness is in the hands. -carolyn forché

[flamemittens]

Gale Dekarios Quotes

Get you a wizard boyfriend who says:

But he also sometimes says:

[dailygale]

[dirtybg3confessions]

Confession: i think 2 minutes of sloppy head from gale dekarios would fix me

[shedreamsincode]

#same #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios

[dirtybg3confessions]

Confession: I'm not saying I wanna take advantage of Gale in a sussur tree grove, ride that man to high heaven and watch him helplessly tired and crying from overstimulation. With zero way to retaliate as all his 8 strength is zapped from him. But I think it would be neat to do that AND then for him to turn the tables on me after we're lying there in afterglow for a while; stuffing my face head first into the blossom's I'd just used against him in retaliation and using me how he sees fit as the blossoms lull me into tired complacency (because I'm also a fucking caster with 8 strength.)

[shedreamsincode]

👀. Maybe.

Why does this game do things to me? I 💜 knowing that I’m not the only one.

[dirtybg3confessions]

Confession: Larian lets us kiss only like 10 specific characters and most of them only monogamously because they knew that if left unchecked I would establish the Greater Sword Coast polycule

[shedreamsincode]

Frankly, that’s fair and 100% accurate

[marksandrec]

Marks and Rec: Misc #2605

Don't forget to feed your wizard. (Dialogue is just made up, lol.)

[mcsiggy]

short rest

[lesbianralzarek]

of course astarion gets mad early game when you do nice things for no reason. can you imagine getting out of the hell he was in and discovering that the world is awash in kindness, just never for you? the gods do answer prayers, just never your's. people go on long, dangerous quests for strangers with no reward guaranteed, but you just never saw those people. now that youve already done the impossible and escaped, you can see that rivers of sympathy and compassion flow all over but for some reason they always dried out before they reached you. where was all this good in the world when you needed it most?

i would be spitting mad

[yukisaii]

oh wtf Astarion that is too real for dnd

[galedekarios]

i still think abt this every day btw:

the tressym would only accept a good-hearted master

tara not only fighting for gale so hard because she loves him so very much, but also because she knows he has a genuinely good heart i'm >-Io

[unaesthetic-wizard]

It really irks me when people call gale pathetic. like no hes not, hes a victim. he is healing. healing and being a victim isnt pathetic. that man does everything he can to make you feel loved despite his own emotional shit going on, that isnt pathetic. thats the opposite

[petriquors]

POV: you wake up at your lover's side

a/n: set between acts 2 and 3; implied act 2 spoilers.

You wake up in a bed. It wouldn’t be abnormal, you think, apart from the fact that you’ve been camping on the road to Baldur’s Gate for days. You should be upon a bedroll with the stars overhead, not in a bedroom with the sound of a dying fire in one ear and the rhythm of ocean waves in the other.

It isn’t the sounds or sights that you recognize; it’s the feeling. A mystic warmth surrounds you; you’re subconsciously aware that everything you touch is an illusion, and the fact is ever-present in your slowly waking mind.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the caress of a shared daydream. It’s a vision that’s not your own, but you welcome it into your mind anyway. Besides, the hand that rubs your hip, the chest that presses against your back, and the breath on the crown of your head are all quite real.

“You needed this,” Gale murmurs in your ear. “After Ketheric—”

You smile to yourself, refraining from pointing out that Gale, who is blessedly still here, needed this, too. “And what is ‘this,’ exactly?”

He chuckles, and a rustling of sheets signals what’s about to come: Gale now moves like a man who knows he’s no longer on borrowed time. You’re entranced by the way one hand settles beside your head, while one knee swings over your hip. His center of gravity shifts, and he’s up above you, leaning down to lay his lips on your forehead.

“A good morning,” he says with a somber undertone, still used to the weight of his personal burdens. “A moment of quiet.”

Your smile grows. You reach up to cup his face with one hand, fingers grazing over stubble, while your other hand rests lightly on the back of his neck. “Quiet could be had at camp.”

A flash of mischief passes through his eyes, making him look younger and more full of life than you’ve ever seen him.

“Not,” he teases, leaning down again, but stopping before his smiling lips touch yours, “without prying eyes.”

Beautiful things come alive in your heart. Happiness. Anticipation. Romance. A sense of normalcy you haven’t felt since long before the tadpole. Who would have thought that a few grand illusions and several near-death experiences were all it would take to get you there? 

In bed, in the arms of a lover who touches your heart in ways no other ever has.

You lean upward, but you don’t need to move very far to reach him. With just a little tilt of your chin, your lips cover his in a kiss so sweet that your senses resonate like the most sublime of songs. You’re here, wherever here is, and so is he. Your hands touch his skin, and his touch yours. The little sigh he lets out reaches your ears, and you can taste him and all the life that’s reawakened in his soul.

When he pulls away, eyes full of a love that warms the very energy of the illusory room, you whisper, “Thank you.”

One side of his brow quirks up, but his smile hasn’t faded. “I’ll accept your thanks, but they’d be better if I knew what they were for.”

How could you ever answer that? There isn’t enough time to explain how grateful you are that he’s alive, here, with you. That he’s given himself the chance to chase what’s real instead of that which he cannot see.

So, you shake your head and reach to entwine your fingers with his. And then you settle upon thanking him for what he is: “Everything.”

[shedreamsincode]

Ooph. I don't know what it is with this game. I am quite literally obsessed. I think about it when I'm not playing it. I hear the music (gods the music is so good) in my head and even in my dreams. BG3 has done so much to lift me out of the dark hole I was spiraling into. I've made new friends who I can share this amazing game with. I've felt so alone and isolated for so long with no one outside my family to really bond with anymore. Hell, its even inspired me to do something I haven't done in longer than I care to think about. I'm writing again. It's been a really long time. The friendships, the romances, the epic battles, the intrigue. There is some much to be inspired by. Not sure yet if I'm going to share my writing but I probably will. Eventually.

[dailygale]

[galedekarios]

gale + saying i love you

[pixelizedprince]

[shedreamsincode]

Apparently I have a type