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Galetober #8 Spice

Little bro be spicin’ it up

[perpetualmaladaptivedaydream]

Galetober | Day 31 - Gale

And somehow, it's the end of Galetober. 😭 It's been so much fun and a huge shoutout to @artsywarden for starting this! Today, enjoy how animated our rambling wizard is. 💜✨

[optimisticgrey]

Galetober, Day 28 - Dark

VP by dear @rdekarios, thank you! 🫶🫂

✨The pose will be included in her upcoming pose pack Cozy moments on her Patreon!✨

Gale’s heart fluttered like a young bird, frantic and alive within the fragile cage of his chest. His palms were damp; his mouth, painfully dry. He scarcely dared to breathe.

You were here. With him. In the quiet dark.

Nestled against him, your body a steady, living warmth seeping through the thin linen of your nightshirt. Your breath ghosted against his throat—slow, even, peaceful—and the weight of your presence felt almost holy in its simplicity. His arm, resting around you, trembled faintly at first, as though afraid that the smallest movement might undo the spell of your closeness.

You smelled of rain and soap and faint traces of the tonights dinner's spices—human, familiar, real. It filled him, invaded every sense until there was no room left for thought or fear.

Only you.

And yet the fear remained, in some quiet corner of his mind—the knowledge of his own mortality pressing in like the cold beyond the window. His time, he knew, was finite. ABut now, with you here, that truth felt unbearable.

He had once thought he would face the end alone—another scholar’s name fading into dust, another folly buried beneath the weight of history. He had made his peace with it. Or thought he had.

Until you.

Now, the thought of leaving this behind—your laughter, your stubborn grace, your warmth against his chest, the unbearably gentle way you kissed him—was enough to send a sharp ache through his ribs.

But for now, there was only this: the quiet rhythm of your breathing, the rise and fall of your chest against his. The steady thrum of your heartbeat, answering his own.

It felt unreal—impossible—that he should be granted this. This peace. This joy. This small eternity between two fragile mortals.

You were here. With him. And for a brief moment, Gale Dekarios was not thinking of the end.

Only of the miracle of now.

With you.

brought to us by @artsywarden, thank you! 🫶

[ligmabhaals]

Galetober Day 31: Gale

he hears his name.

prompt calendar courtesy of and with massive, heartfelt thanks to @artsywarden. i can't describe what a boon this event has been for my creativity. and thank you to everyone who has participated, by craft and cheer and and adoration for this silly, wonderful man. it has been an absolute joy and privilege to share this month with you all. <3

~670 words, prose poetry. what's in a name? rated G. 🪄💜

(non-lapslock variant here, if preferred)

he hears his name when he tears through the house. late to school, chasing the clock, chasing tara, chasing errant magic. fleeing errant magic. it wasn't meant to be prophetic. well, you should have named me something else, then. his mother cannot hide her laughter this time. he feels like he's won a prize. he hears his name muffled through rows and rows of tomes and scrolls and books. of course he still loves his family. but he'll still have time to love them after he perfects this new incantation, after the rush of this new spell sparking off his fingertips. he'll have time to love them at dinner. after he investigates the effect of shifting his hands just so. he flinches when he hears his name in class. he rarely hears it but for scolding, now. scolded for skipping, scolded for sleeping. scolded for silly things, like reading ahead and showing off and upstaging the professors and summoning slaads. it's not his fault he's bored. it's not his fault he doesn't belong here. he will not become less. he hears his name drip like cold honey from the heavens. it flows into his mouth, teases his tongue with the richest sweets he's never tasted, envelops him in the softest blankets he's never felt. finally. he is seen, and it moves him, vibrates his marrow and matter, shatters him through the prism of creation. he is made anew, and he is named. he is magnificence. he will never be the same. he hears his name reverberate around him, infinitely. he hears his name in pride. he hears his name in heady, intoxicating pleasure, he hears his name in delight. he hears his name in vibrancy, in color and song and thread he tells himself no man has ever seen or heard or touched. he is magnificence. he will never be the same. he pretends not to hear his name spoken small again. not upon her smile. he is magnificence. he will not become less. he hears his name, echoing, a twisted, wicked tongue, soiling all that she had touched, the him that been transmuted. desecrating the altar that he had become. he hears his name, again, and again, laden in penitence and rot. he ghosts into the dark. the hinges vanish off of every door. he does not hear his name. he does not hear his name. he does not hear his name. he will never be the same. he hears his name hollow in his own mouth. hello! he does not know that man anymore. his very life rests on his ability to pretend. he will hear his name the way he has come to know, forced out, contemptful. he cannot blame them. he will hear his name laced in distrust. he cannot blame them. the shame gorger knocks heavy against his chest. he hears his name... he hears his name without any flavoring at all. what a curious observation. he hears his name one of many. there is camaraderie here, in grief, sympathy, solidarity. it is a balm, now, to not stand out, for the first time in longer than he can remember. they call for each other, names ringing sharp through the chaos of battle, movement and flame and shield. the fragments of what he once was fit into a mosiac of broken pieces, more beautiful and terrible than any one of them could be. he hears his name in gratitude. he hears his name in fear. he hears his name in relief. he hears his name in compassion. he hears his name in quiet defense and a thunderous one, heart beating out of his ragged body when someone throws theirs in between him and oblivion. they do not know what could be, only what is now. they do not know what he deserves, only that he belongs. some torn part of him stitches back together. he hears-- he's made tav laugh. he feels like he's won a prize. he will never be the same.

[glitterandmoondustofficial]

Galetober Prompt 2: Cold

Characters: Gale, Tav Rating: Gen Warnings: None Notes: Next prompt! I hope everyone enjoyed the first prompt! I'm having a great time with this little project. Gale is the character of all time for me, so I love writing him. Prompts by @artsywarden

Chapter 2

This whole misadventure could have happened in the spring.

Ice and wind chills? It was complete nonsense.

Gale was cold. Very cold. Very, very cold. What he would give to be home in front of the hearth with Tara in his lap. Gods, he wanted to go home.

He was huddled by the fire, trying to stop shivering. He knew his tent wouldn't be enough to keep the winter winds out. He couldn't just stay up to warm his tent all night. He needed a full eight hours! Though with how cold he was, he may not get any sleep at all.

He blinked when she sat next to him. His favorite traveling companion. Well, to be more detailed, they were in a stage of…potential. Yes. That felt like the right word.

She had enjoyed their Weave lesson and had inquired much about his life at home. Naturally, he was just as curious about her home, but she gave some vague answers and would focus on him instead.

"Here," she said. She spread her arm with a soft smile. His brows twitched. "I don't bite," she chuckled. "It's wool. From my farm. It'll keep you warm."

Gale's gaze flitted between her arm, the black wool blanket, and her smile. He swallowed. "Are you certain?"

"Absolutely. I don't want my wizard freezing to death in this chill."

His heart thumped. Her wizard? He was hers? Was that what he wanted? Was that what she wanted? He took a deep breath and scooted close to her. She wrapped her arm around his body, allowing him to grab the blanket and wrap it around himself.

Gale was now very aware of how close they were. Hips touching, knees pressed against one another, her hair against his cheek.

Come now, Gale, you're 35 and can't handle when a woman sits next to you?!

"You don't seem particularly bothered by this weather," he commented, trying to distract himself from the scent of her leather care oil that stained her skin.

She chuckled. "Farmers don't stop working when it's winter. Someone has to take care of the animals."

"Ah. Yes. That makes perfect sense," he mumbled, a bit embarrassed by her obvious answer.

She smiled at him, looking quite fond of him. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he didn't want to stop her. She seemed to recover from her embarrassment over their lesson together, which he was thoroughly grateful for. He would hate to lose that smile of hers.

He looked at her hands. They were small. Nimble, skinny fingers that expertly held a bow. He wondered how it felt to hold it. He wondered if she would allow him to hold it.

"You're awfully quiet tonight," she said softly. He looked from her hand to her face and was met with her…very close to his own face. Her eyes were so pretty. "Anything on your mind?"

You, naturally. I can't stop thinking of you. I'm losing sleep because I can't stop thinking of you.

"Only the weather," he said. "And how it's a shame that our adventure had to be taken on in winter."

She chuckled. "Why don't I grab you another blanket?" She started to stand.

"No!" He blushed brightly at his outburst. He cleared his throat. "No. That won't be necessary."

"Alright," she said, her voice soft and smooth. "Then perhaps I'll go with the second option."

"Oh? And what is this second option?"

She smiled at him. That fond light in her eyes shone again. "You're adorable," she teased. His brows knitted together in protest, but then she slowly and so delicately took his hand in hers, and every protest died on his tongue.

Her hand was cold. He let out a breath and begged his swiftly beating heart to just calm down, lest the orb react.

"Better?" Her voice cut through the nonsense. Soft. Gentle. Sweet.

Gale sighed and looked at her face. From her lips to her nose to her eyes. They stared at each other for a moment longer before moving closer, leaning into each other just a bit more.

Leather oils, rough skin, hair against his cheek.

He closed his eyes and just…relished…the feeling of someone's body heat. It had been far, far too long. He sighed and relaxed.

Just for one moment. He can enjoy her body heat for just one moment.

[witchfromeden]

Galetober day 1: Food

A shiny red apple- wholesome as can be

"Ah, the fruit of scholars. How I long to have a troop of loyal students grace me with apples by the orchard-full in exchange for wisdoms imparted..."

I'm starting somewhat late because my pen tablet is pretty much broken but despite the struggle I've managed to get a drawing for the first prompt done.

My first thought when I saw the prompt was the scene with the dryad where you can pick what food Gale would be and you have the apple option. I figured it fit all too well and also gave me an excuse to still do the apple trend drawing. Including my first tav Estrid who is also a wizard and who I first saw this line with.

[auroraesmeraldarose]

Day 3 of @artsywarden ‘s Galetober prompts and I’m trying something I never do… poetry 😬

The prompt today is “Bird”… so here’s a poem Gale wrote early in his relationship with Aurora in my fic “To Be One With the Weave”

Soar

Before you, I was a songbird

At the right hand of a goddess,

Weave thrumming at my fingertips,

Godly power within reach.

Before you, I was beyond

Mere foolish mortals,

Ethereal, exquisite…

Eternal?

Before you, I did not know

The weave was just my cage,

My power an illusion,

Song silenced, wings clipped.

And then in hopeless peril

And in the darkest depths,

A glimmer of dawn light,

A glimpse of open sky.

Shared thought became a wish,

Became a dream,

Became a hope,

Became a promise.

Before you,

I did not know

You were the sky

But now I soar.

[booplebuns]

Galetober #6 Rest

Let husband sleep