Did I believe Astarion's hair would be a pain? That his scars would be challenging? Yes. The damned Selune's moons on this fabric were way worse 😆
Anyway. Really happy with it!
Astarion's is here as the North Star, maybe one day I'll finish the series... Not sure which of the companion would fit the Morning Star or the Evening Star... Maybe Gale and Lae'zel? dunno... My drawing quota has been reached for the year anyway I think, so not anytime soon xD
Inspired by the series of The Moon and the Stars panels from Alphonse Mucha, here's Lae'zel as 'The Comet'. Trying out original compositions for once, because I'm keeping the final one of the original Mucha panels (The Evening Star) for Gale. Probably.
That fabric killed me (as usual). And I could probably make it better but I'm tired x) so here it is :3
Others in the series can be found here :
Astarion as 'The North Star'
Shadowheart as 'The Moon'
Wyll as 'The Morningstar'
I thiiink he's done? I'm gonna call him done. He might be my favourite that I've done so far.
Wyll as The Morning Star from Alphonse Mucha ✨
Shadowheart is here as The Moon
Astarion is here as The North Star
Lae'zel is here as The Comet
I'm only missing one for the Evening Star to complete the serie hehe
It'll probably be Lae'zel. Then if I wanna do all the companions I'll have to make up additional star themed ones... Karlach as the sun, Gale as the Midnight Star? That would work right?
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Tav mourns the man she once loved, but on a lonely night when she relives their time together, her wild magic surges in an unexpected way, garnering the attention of the newly ascended Gale.
Hey so...this fic was born from a very unhinged conversation with some like minded perverts. Part 2 now up. Please enjoy.
Gale brings Minthara back to his tower in Waterdeep.
He will die soon.
Minthara is reminded. It is a thought that constantly plays in her mind.
Even with that ticking time bomb gone from his chest, his human lifespan and his affinity to magic already sets him shorter than most. She thinks this may be some cruel punishment. For her heart to be swayed by one she may only hold for a fraction of her own life.
Out of all the folk she has met on this journey, she thought the wizard would be her last to interact with. Fragile and tepid, in the beginning of their quest she would have led him to open water were she to learn that he cannot swim.
And yet, here she stands, in the middle of the tower he now tells is also hers.
As she sunk down again, Minthara dug her carefully manicured nails into the soft fat of the wizard's thighs before her.
"It is a wonder your knees can withstand such arrangement." The paladin snapped. Of course, it was in response to nothing but Gale's own sounds of pleasure. No, her frustration was for little reason other than the pleasure his body gave her. She did not want to give him that satisfaction.
Betrayed by how breathlessly her lash landed, she shoved his thighs closer to his chest. "Perhaps I overestimated human fragility."
To Gale, the persistence of Minthara's hatred was amusing. How quick she was to bite at his every word, to mock his very being without provocation, then to insist he prove himself. Naturally, she would never admit satisfaction with any of his actions; not when he turned her foe against its own allies, not when he crafted a fine meal for the entire camp, and not now, when she rode him through two orgasms and pushed him into a painful postion to take her third and fourth.
"Perhaps your estimations will - ah - be your undoing." He panted, head lulling back and hands clinging to the bottoms of his thighs.
Though Minthara's eyebrows furrowed with an irritated glare, her impressive momentum continued uninhibted. "There is no need for your commentary, wizard."
Her attention now to his face, she was witness to the overconfident smirk that previously passed her by. She dropped harder onto his shaft and watched his shoulders jerk up in shock, bringing his face to hers. He knew as well as she did the source of her annoyance. Only he delighted in it. And sought to push it further.
"You so detest the way I pleasure you." Though Gale panted these words out, they strung together with little effort. He loved to do this. She hated being talk backed to, but she would not cease their connection until she had enough. "Especially, I might add, when just a few hours ago, you announced I should be killed for how little use I'd serve."
A huff passed Minthara's thin lips, the faint scent of supper still on her breath. "And you prove it with every word you utter."
She pushed her hand atop his hand to ensure his hold of his leg. On its removal, she instead seized his jaw. Her forefingers and thumb scratched through his pampered beard into his cheek and throat alike. His watering eyes squeezed shut at the sensation as her pelvis pushed his thighs forward. The pressure her sturdy frame put upon him constrained his chest and shallowed his breath.
With the little air was able to take in, he gave a short, sardonic laugh. "Never seen someone so desperate for a cock unworthy for breeding."
As Minthara opened her mouth to argue, he slipped his hand between their bodies, his thumb circling her clit in a rhymth much slower than her rolling hips. Her retort came only as a shameful moan. Her legs quivered, the position proving to take a lot of strength and his body serving every desire she sought to indulge with it.
The moment was just enough for Gale to knock her off balance. Unfortunately for whatever he had planned, she recovered it in an instant. As punishment she shoved his calf into his chest, leveraging the limb to dig into his plush stomach with more force.
"A Baenre with your foolish inclinations would never stand a chance." She spoke through her teeth. "Though, I would delight to witness such disasterous failure."
To clarify, I’m not interested in the pairing because I want Minthara to chew on Gale. I like the pairing because it lets Gale out to play.
Gale is a man of ego. He is arrogant. He is even more arrogant because he is insecure. He has not found an anchor to ground his ego, and that’s why his loss of being Mystra’s chosen humbles him so bad. It’s an ego-wound not heartache. "Take me back because you are everything." Everything he stands on to keep his ego up. He brags about having fucked Mystra and being the only one to truly understand her and by proxy, magic. Ego is the crux of his tale. He just uses pretty language to describe it.
I don’t see Gale as a softie whose emotions make him easy prey for manipulative women. I see him as a man who is unassuming, and who wrestles with that very fact. He is a nerd and is seen as a nerd. The game makes fun of him because it sees the real version of himself that he is running from. Gale is smart, but he is a slacker.
People see him as unassuming, so he uses that as part of his charm. But to be unassuming is to be unworthy of note. He is desperate to be seen as something. Someone. Greater than he is. That’s his entire story arc.
Let me illustrate the real Gale and his real grift.
Gale tells the story of diffusing the bar fight. On the surface, he is admiring your courage to protect the weak. The reality is, he is admiring your entitlement to deviate. You saw it as a situation you could change and you did it because you felt entitled to do so.
But imagine if you deviated further and didn’t buy what Gale was selling afterward. He tells the story and your response is:
“Yeah, you stepped in, parted the seas like Jesus, and saved the day. Gale, get out of my face.”
If you think Gale would get his feelings hurt and shut down, you’ve got a totally different read on the situation than I do.
If instead, you understand that Gale would be surprised, grin, and try to keep steering the conversation, then you get it. The banter is playing in that tension. Gale wants a challenge. He wants boundaries to test. He wants limits to play with. He wants to see what lies beyond and be the only man to find it. If he can be a stern woman’s exception, he’s won something that tells people he’s someone worth speaking about.
Where do I, I mean, Minthara come in? I’m not going to make it sound more complex than it is. A nerd who can go a little crazy is excessively sexy. It’s like seeing a gentle giant transform into the Slayer.
I really think Galezel suffers as a ship because people are so keep to ascribe tropes to those two characters and not look at the depth of who they are in canon.
Because yes, Lae’zel is a warrior and can be the battle wife. But she is also a scholar who has spent hours in the great libraries. She is the only person in the whole group close to Gale’s level of love of poetry and literature and history. She is fierce, but she is also passionate, and considered, and adaptable. When faced with the devastation she faces she could despair but she rallies once more and shows exceptional compassion as well as bravery.
And yes, Gale can be seen through the trope that he likes to ascribe himself of the gentleman, but he is also cocky, like she is, and devoted. He is also just as horny (shared scent kink, beloved) but just can’t do anything about it earlier on, and is just as jealous and pig-headed and proud as she is.
They’re not just warrior and scholar. They’re a meeting of minds and of passions. They’re both fierce lovers who would literally change the heavens and earth for justice. Their banter is all about mutual learning and through learning respect. They’re so autism4autism and I love it.
