#note: character is gale dekarios from baldurs gate 3

[isolaradiale]

all good! abilities have been amended with proper descriptions, let me know if there's anything else needed or if something needs fleshed out more! thanks much!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Gale!

You will be housed in CONDO 405.

You will retain the ability to use mage hand up to five times per day and will receive a wooden staff.

– mod pleiades.

[galedekarios]

maybe i'm Too Old and fwiw i do understand adding your own touch as an artist or writer to a certain extent, but i honestly don't understand the appeal of changing entirely how a canon character looks and/or acts to the point of where i have to check the tags/description to make sure i'm in the right tag bc i never would've thought it's them otherwise

[randoimago]

I've seen this really silly dnd character meme where it's a warlock whose patron is their parent 😂. So can I ask for Percy cr campaign 1, Fjord cr campaign 2, Gale and Wyll's baldurs gate 3 reaction to their warlock s/o's patron being their dad?

S/O's Patron is Their Dad

Fandom: Critical Role // Baldur's Gate 3

Character(s): Percy De Rolo, Fjord Tough, Gale Dekarios, Wyll Ravengard

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): God the chaos that would happen from this. Especially with the Critical Role characters, it'd just be wild.

Percy

He didn't realize that was a possibility. If he was younger, he would've struck as many deals as possible if it meant his family were still with him. Patrons or not. There's just a touch of bitterness from Percy, but his default mode is bitch so you can't really tell.

Percy doesn't really change anything that he does when he learns that your father is your patron. He has questions, sure, but he's not going to suddenly try and win favors. He's sure your father has other things to do than constantly watch over you.

Sorry if kissing is a bit awkward for you, but Percy isn't going to deny himself the taste of your lips just because daddy dearest might be looking in (he'll have some choice words though).

Fjord

Oh he is sweating when he learns that your father is your patron. Does that mean he's always watching? Is Fjord going to be struck down if he even looks at you in a less than platonic way?

Seriously being so polite and stiff with you for a bit after he learns before he remembers all the things you both have already done and the flirtations that passed between you. And then thinking, "Oh hells, did your dad see that?!"

Seriously, you're going to have to be the one to reassure Fjord and talk to him that your dad isn't constantly watching. You get your magic from him, sure, but he's not constantly around so Fjord doesn't have to keep his eyes and hands to himself.

Gale

Well that's an interesting perdicament you're in. Can't help but ask how that happened. Did your parent die and as a way to not leave you alone, they became a patron somehow? Perhaps you're mixed with some Fey or Fiend or Other Worldly being? Maybe it's-

Seriously, he could just go and on with theories as to how that happened. Especially if you have no idea how it happened, he will get to the bottom of this because it's fascinating to him.

If your patron father does pop in at some point, Gale is sure to give a smile and introduce himself and promise that he's taking good care of you. Would probably pout a bit if your dad doesn't like him, but he can summon magic cats so Gale is sure he'll win your dad over yet!

Wyll

He can't help but find some amusement in the situation. Your father is your patron while his father pretty much kicked him out due to his own patron. It's an interesting situation too.

Now and then Wyll does ponder if perhaps you're part something else. Just because most patrons he knows are fey, fiends, or some otherwordly entity. With how happy you make him, he doubts your father could be some kind of devil.

While he can see why having your father as your patron isn't optimal, he would certainly have taken that over his own patron. But he tries not to be bitter and does his best to be a good boyfriend, hoping your father doesn't mind if he shares a few late night dances with you.

Taglists: @reo-the-leo @unhelpfulnpc

[its-jaytothemee]

Stolen Futures

Pairings: Gale x Tav

Word count: 2,533, one shot

Rating: General Audience

Read on AO3

Summary: Gale and Tav journey to Waterdeep to start their new life together, only to be interrupted by a devastating realization.

Tags: Fluff and Angst, Gale's Netherese Orb, Act 3 spoilers

Author's Note: Here's a sad fic that nobody asked for! Just a quick one shot to pour my depression into. Sorry in advance...

Tav opened her eyes to see the magnificent sight of Waterdeep filling the horizon as Gale led her onwards toward her new home. She had never visited the City of Splendors before, which Gale took as a challenge to recite every major detail of during their long journey here. How he was able to talk for days on end without losing his voice was as much a mystery to her as this new city. Tav didn’t mind though, listening to him chat ceaselessly about his home filled her with anticipation for their new life together. The sound of his voice was soothing, he was eager to share his home with her so how could she fault him for sharing every detail of what she could expect?

“…and oh, how could I forget. There’s a small tavern just down the block from my tower that boasts the best roast quipper fish in the city but don’t let that fool you. While it is quite delicious, the honor of the best still goes to my mother.”

Gale had been talking about his mother much more often in their last few days of travel. From the way he spoke, Tav guessed Morena Dekarios must be a goddess in mortal form. She scooted closer to him in the cart and squeezed his arm that she had looped through her own.

“Do you think she’ll like me?” She leaned her head against his shoulder.

“Of course! I inherited my judge of character from her after all. Besides, you’ve managed to win over Tara already and she’s much pickier about my choice in company than my mother ever was.” Gale gave her a reassuring kiss on her forehead. Tav smiled softly, listening as the sounds coming from the city gates grew louder every moment.

They passed through the gates with ease, slowly making their way through the bustling streets. After their travels in the past weeks, it was a surreal experience to be in a city that was so intact. While Waterdeep was of course the victim of many kidnappings in the name of the Absolute, the majority of the fighting was restricted to the areas surrounding Baldur’s Gate. The buildings here remained standing and unscorched. Children ran through the streets, laughing and chasing one another without a care in the world. Tav marveled at the vendors calling out their wares, she inhaled deeply taking in the new scents wafting from the various carts and taverns they passed.

“Ah, we’re getting close, my love. Just a few more blocks.” Gale’s smile was plastered to his face. Tav kept herself pressed close to his side, his enthusiasm easily spreading to her as well.

The smell of the harbor was familiar and stronger than she would have thought from their distance, it was almost identical to the smells of the Chionthar outside of Baldur’s Gate. They rode in comfortable silence the rest of the way, Gale practically shaking with excitement. Their small cart slowed to a stop outside of a long stretch of homes. She smiled as Gale hopped off the cart and moved around to help her down. He offered his hand up to her with a slight bow, causing her to giggle. She slung her small pack of personal belongings over her shoulder and stepped down onto the rough stone street.

Gale ushered her towards the door to his tower…their tower. He opened the door and gestured for her to walk in ahead of him. She took a step towards the door when she was suddenly swept off her feet into Gale’s arms, the startling motion elicited a small yelp from her.

“Allow me.” He whispered, his nose just barely touching her own. Tav wrapped her arms around his neck and let out a laugh, content to be carried across the threshold of her new home.

Gale gently carried her through the doorway before setting her down next to the first of several impressive bookshelves. It was dark except for the small stream of light peeking through the curtains that opened to the balcony. He made his way across the room to open the doors behind them and bathe her surroundings in the bright afternoon light. The room before her was exactly as she remembered it from the illusion Gale had conjured for her their first night together. Books, tomes, and scrolls adorned the shelves that covered every bit of the walls. The few pieces of the room that weren’t covered by a bookcase had paintings hanging from them. Despite the fact that each wall was taken up completely by shelves and cubbies, small stacks of books were also decorating every corner of the room and next to each chair as well. Tav smiled fondly at the sight, she knew that Gale was well-read, but she hadn’t quite expected to be living in a full library. She turned around and around, slowly taking everything in. The old, but still beautiful, rosewood desk in the corner had a few scrolls littered across its surface along with quills and an empty wine glass. She ran her fingers across the wood, leaving long marks in the dust that had settled across the items. The fireplace was dark and covered in soot, it had obviously been well used. A piano sat in the corner sporting the same thin layer of dust as the other belongings scattered around the room.

“What do you think?” Gale had appeared at her side once again, gently taking her hands in his before continuing.

“It’s not much, but I suppose it is better than the mud we’ve been sleeping in for the last month or so. This has been my place of solace for so long, even when I had confined myself here, I never truly felt trapped. But now, I can hardly believe that I have someone to share it with.” He was smiling at her, but he seemed nervous all of a sudden. Gale had always spoken wistfully about his tower, obviously missing its comforts. Now, he appeared to be worried that she wouldn’t share his love of his home. Tav smiled back at him and pulled him into a kiss.

“It’s perfect, Gale.” She whispered.

Her words caused him to relax, relieved to see that she wasn’t disappointed. He immediately started pulling her around the tower, excitedly showing off everything in sight. Pointing out his favorite collections of novels and explaining why it was better for the mind to read said novels by the light of a crackling fire. They moved out of the entrance into the kitchen, grimacing at some of the smells coming from the baskets that hadn’t been touched since Gale was abducted. He quickly ushered her out, promising to clean out the spoiled food first thing in the morning. Their tour continued down into his small cellar, still stocked with a lavish variety of wines that had originated anywhere from Cormyr to Neverwinter. He took her back upstairs showing her the small bedroom. The bed was covered with an absurd amount of pillows. Tav couldn’t help herself and immediately ran and flopped into the soft pile, letting out a heavy sigh.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve touched anything this soft? Gods I’ve missed pillows.” She laughed as Gale came over and collapsed right next to her, burying his face into her neck and hair. They stayed snuggled into the nest of pillows for a few minutes before he stood up and pulled her back to her feet.

“Come on, I haven’t gotten to show you my favorite spot yet.” He kissed her hand lightly as he led her from the room.

Tav felt like she was floating, watching Gale bounce around her like an excited puppy eager to show her his favorite toys filled her with a joy that she hadn’t known in so long. So why was she suddenly feeling so troubled? She had an aching feeling in her chest, and she noticed that she had tears streaking down her cheeks. Gale led her to the balcony, but hesitated when he turned around and saw her tears.

“What is it? Is everything alright, Tav?” His gleeful expression immediately twisted into one of concern.

“I…” She stuttered, she wasn’t sure why she was crying. She was happy, happy to be here with Gale, happy to start a new chapter of her life blessedly free of a mind flayer tadpole.

“Oh, this was all too much, too soon, wasn’t it? I’m sorry, my love. Given all that we’ve endured I suppose I was over eager to start our lives together…” Gale looked away, blushing.

“No, no it’s not that. This is where I want to be, Gale, here with you. I think I’m just feeling a bit overwhelmed from the sudden change in our lifestyle.” Tav was desperately trying to make sense of her emotions without alarming him.

“We’ve had a long journey here and I’m probably just tired.” That had to be it, the long days of travel coupled with recovering from their adventure had worn her down more than she thought. Gale seemed content with her answer as he relaxed again.

“Well, let us retire to the balcony then. I find it difficult to dwell on hardship when looking over the harbor from here.” He led her outside, gesturing to the small bench located there.

Tav sat down next to him and laid her head on his shoulder, matching the rhythm of her breathing to his. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer, resting his head on top of hers. They sat looking over the sparkling water, watching the small boats bobbing along with the waves. As happy as she felt, safe and content in Gale’s embrace, she couldn’t keep the tears from leaving her eyes. The salty sea breeze and warm sunlight dried them quickly but did nothing to help the horrible pain she felt gripping her chest. Gale must have felt her tense since he squeezed her just a little tighter.

She closed her eyes, trying to push away the bad thoughts. Gale was humming a tune and gently stroking her hand. The smell of him was almost enough to calm her anxiety, she turned her face into his shoulder, desperate to take in every bit of him.

“I love you, Tav. Now and forever.” He whispered, but his voice sounded distant. She didn’t say anything in response, just settled further into his arms.

When Tav opened her eyes again, she was still kneeling on the docks outside of the Upper City. Her eyes were fixed on the sky where the Netherbrain had been looming over Baldur’s Gate. The blast caused by the Netherese orb in Gale’s chest had enough force to almost knock her over, even from this distance. She remembered the searing pain that ripped through her head as the tadpole was destroyed. The realization of her surroundings caused her to wrap her arms tightly around her chest and hang her head low.

It was a lovely fantasy, thinking of their life in Waterdeep, the life Gale had planned and spoken of endlessly over the last few days. The future that was taken from her.

The rest of her companions had joined her at the edge of the dock. Shadowheart and Karlach kneeled on either side of her, arms wrapped tight around her waist and shoulders. Halsin’s hand rested on her left shoulder, while Wyll’s rested on her right. More footsteps sounded behind her; their adventuring party and allies had caught up with them. Withers’ unmistakable quiet steps followed close behind. Soft sniffles and cries moved between them as they realized that Gale was missing from the scene. The encounter with the Netherbrain came rushing back to her.

Tav had barely been given a chance to react, they had entered the brain’s psyche and thought they had it defeated. One last massive wave of psychic energy had knocked their entire party on their backs. The platforms around them started disintegrating, but the Netherbrain kept them all pinned down, unable to move or attack. She remembered lying next to Gale, their outstretched hands just barely out of reach of one another. The moment they regained their movement, Gale grabbed her hand and started an incantation. Just as he finished speaking, he kissed her hand, tears were running down his face.

“Forgive me, Tav.” He had told her, shouting to be heard over the tempest raging around the brain. “Know that I have loved you more in our short time together than I could have loved anyone else in an entire lifetime.”

He said a final few words to his incantation and before she knew it, she was whisked away from him. She tried to scream, but the air had been knocked from her lungs. Suddenly, she was on the docks looking up at the brain just before a massive explosion wiped it from existence.

“Withers,” Tav spoke up quietly, “I don’t suppose you could bring Gale back? One last time?” She was certain she already knew the answer.

“There is some magic even I dare not reverse. The power unleashed here destroyed all mortal traces of Gale Dekarios.” Withers spoke in his usual slow, deliberate tone. Tav could only nod in response.

For a moment, she allowed herself to drift back to her fantasy. The thoughts and hopes of their life together formed a knot in her stomach. Closing her eyes, she saw their wedding, their families and friends gathered in one place celebrating their love. The comforting feeling of lazy evenings in their home, the two of them curled up reading together, washed over her. She could still feel his gentle hands idly brushing away loose hairs from her face and tucking them behind her ear. As her eyes opened once again to her cold reality, the memory of their last night together caused tears to well up in her eyes. He had held her tightly against him until the morning, swearing to her that it would not be the last time he did so. They had been given so little time together and yet that was all it took for Tav to fall completely in love with the charming wizard.

Slowly, she allowed her friends to pull her to her feet. They all gathered around her, pulling her into a large group hug. Everyone exchanged kind words about Gale, promising to never let his legacy be forgotten. They tried to offer her words of comfort, assuring her that his feelings for her were clear as day.

Tav decided that there would be time for her to mourn later, for now she would be grateful to have her mind as her own again. She would be glad to be surrounded by friends, new and old. She would honor the sacrifice he made rather than wallowing in her own grief. Her life with Gale may have been stolen, but thousands of others now had lives of their own thanks to him. Tav followed her companions back into the city, still smoldering from the attack, waiting to be rebuilt, just like the future ahead of her.

[drabblesandimagines]

Masterlist*

Hello! I'm Ghostdog and below you'll find my masterlist to find most of my silly reader x character works, which are nearly all fluffy nonsense!

Requests and asks: Open Like my work? Likes, follows, reblogs and especially comments are very much appreciated.

You can also buy me a ko-fi to fuel my writings (but in no way necessary!) Commissions over on Ko-Fi.

** 18+. These can be found over at @ghostdogwritesafterdark

Final Fantasy XVI main masterlist - contains Clive Rosfield, Joshua Rosfield, Barnabas Tharmr, Cidolfus Telemon and Gav one-shots

Resident Evil main masterlist - contains Leon Kennedy x female reader one-shots, two ongoing series

Baldur's Gate III main masterlist - Gale Dekarios, Halsin one-shots Final Fantasy VII main masterlist - contains one shots of Cloud Strife x reader, Vincent Valentine x reader, Sephiroth x reader

--- Buddy Daddies

Rei x afab reader: Kitty. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13. (Finished)

Syrup (reader request) Milkshake (Syrup follow-up)

Bumblebee (reader request)

Sketch (reader request)

Honey (reader request)

Tea (reader request)

Coffee (reader request)

Kazuki x afab reader Driver (reader request)

Rei x Kazuki x afab reader Reader request

Rei and Kazuki fluff: High-Fives Rock, Paper, Scissors

Death Note Apples (Light Yagami x reader) Final Fantasy VIICrisis Core

Books (Genesis x fem reader)

Honkai Star Rail Ribbon (Jing Yuan x gn reader) Little Bird (Jing Yuan x gn reader) Legend of Zelda They'll never take you away from me again (Link x reader)

Lord Of The Rings

Unspoken (Legolas x reader)

Potion Permit

Chemistry (Reyner x reader) Stardew Valley

Sebastian x fem reader:

Farmhand

Motorcycle Rides

Rubber Duck

Bouquets (reader request)

Good Days & Bad Days

Sweet & Salty (afab reader)

*last updated 23rd August 2024

[baldurs-writers-3]

Family: A Baldur's Gate 3 Fanfic Rec List

This week, we have the theme of Family!  Check under the cut for 5 super sweet fics that explore the soft, and yet sometimes painful, dynamic of familial bonds. And as always, comment and kudos if you like them!

Family (Re)Union by SheWolfofVilnius (3664, Teen) Content Notes: NA Pairings: Tav/Wyll

Furiella (Tav) tries to understand Ulder Ravengard's hesitations about her relationship with Wyll

Reccer says: This is such a well-written fic that gives a lovely summary of Furiella and Wyll's relationship through the game before talking with Duke Ravengard. I really like that the author tried to explore what it would be like to be another infernally touched character that Wyll brought home to his father. Great scenery, great dialogue, made my heart very happy!

Unlovable by LostInForestBound (3199, Teen) Content Notes: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse Pairings: Cal & Lia & Rolan

An unwanted, despised child wanders Elturel during one of the worst storms the city has ever seen, looking for scraps to survive the night. Instead, he finds a home.

Reccer says: I absolutely adore this! The angst is perfect, and the comfort even better

Our Turn by GraySparrow (2204, Teen) Content Notes: None Pairings: Cal & Lia & Rolan

Lia and Cal take care of Rolan following the climactic battle with Lorroakan and taking over Ramazith’s Tower. Rolan has to come to terms with what has happened.

Reccer says: Good family banter and excellent hurt/comfort

Krakens by Tynithia (934, General) Content Notes: NA Pairings: Tav/OC

A look into the family life of Gale's grandfather and great-grandfather as the younger tries to overcome his fear of deep water.

Reccer says: A very, very cute fic that really captures what its like to try and reason with a five year old over anything. ESPECIALLY when that five year old is a Dekarios.

And we have three recs total for: Julia by Tynithia (795, Teen) Content Notes: None Pairings: Gale & Tav, Morena Dekarios & Gale, Dekarios family

A short and sweet fic about Ellandra (Tav) who has become a part of the Dekarios family over the years attending their annual family vacation.

Reccer #1 says: It was so sweet to learn more of Gale's backstory and family. The author also has several other short stories focusing on the same themes and they are absolutely lovely! Reccer #2 says: A very cute, short fic with an OC that I have very much come to love from this author. I always love seeing Morena Dekarios make an appearance in Gale fics and I really enjoy how she's written here! Reccer #3 says: These are so much fun! One of a series of one shots for Galemancer week by this writer - they're all cute and family oriented, focusing on Gale's family - this one is my favourite. Ellandra (Tav) is an Elf and has known the family for a very long time, making a lot of the dialogue poignant and heart-warming as past memories become entwined with the present. Love the interactions in these short and sweet scenes into Gale's extended family life.

The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we’ll be coming in with our first instance of a recurring theme, with Hidden Gems!

Hidden Gems fics are any fics with less than 150 kudos! We want to uplift authors in our community, and sometimes all a fic needs is that little push. So tune in next week!

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

The sight of spring

Karlach and Wyll announce their wedding and pregnancy. The rest of their merry little bunch starts wondering about marrying. Conversations (and sex) occur.

(Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, smut, body worship, consensual blood drinking, fellatio, frottage, foreplay (lots of it), gentle sex, ear kink (kinda), fluff, the feels, character study)

Notes:

To avoid confusion: In one of my other fanfics Halsin and Tav had named the owlbear cup Naïlo, which means 'night breeze' in the Elven language.

I used official D&D/Forgotten Realms maps to pinpoint the locations of Gale's tower house. The maps can be found here, here, and here.

The house number is based on the release date of Baldur's Gate 3 (3rd of August).

Karlach's & Wyll's faith is based on this fic.

Three other fics (Tav's gift, Tav's sex parade - Chapter 12: Mate me, mark me, make me yours, Magic Touch) are mentioned.

I have the 'elves have sensitive ears and it's a kinky thing' headcanon/brainrot since the game came out. Obviously, I had to do something about it :D

The Selûnite ritual's based on old Walpurgis Night/May Day (the night of 30 April and the day of 1 May) traditions.

It wasn't the eager knocking at the front door that woke her up but Scratch's barking, Naïlo's hooting, and Tara's persistent shouting.

"Miss Ta-hav! It's the mail boy!"

"I'm coming!" grumbled the bard and emerged from the bedroom, half-asleep and in her nightgown.

She'd returned in the early morning hours from her performance at a wedding, and had only slept for three hours so far.

Grumpily, she opened the door and was face to face with a too cheery mail boy in his teens.

"Good morning, saer!" he exclaimed loudly, smiling brightly. "I have a letter for Coin Alley 38, Mister Ancunin, Mister Dekarios, Miss Hallowleaf, and Miss Sionnach."

"That's us," grumbled the bard.

"Here. Have a lovely day, saer!" the boy shouted, handed her the letter, and ran off.

Tav closed the door and made her way to the kitchen, followed by the animals. Yawning, she started brewing some lavender tea and stole one of Gale's freshly-baked raisin milk bread rolls. He wouldn't notice, hopefully. The bard sat down, bread between her teeth, and opened the letter. Impatiently, Tara hopped up onto the chair next to Tav, trying to get a good look at the expensive paper.

"Who's it from?" she asked curiously.

"Karlach and Wyll," Tav answered surprised, then, she started to read out loud.

"Hey soldiers friends,

We have some exciting news to share. The renovations and expansion of our new home are finished and we've started decorating (Wyll wants it to be 'tasteful', whatever that means).

We'd be fucking happy incredibly excited (Wyll chose these words. Calling it 'more dignified') if you'd come over next Saturday at noon for lunch.

Wyll insists on not telling you the other news yet, but I'm way too happy to wait any longer: I'm pregnant! Soon, there will be a little Karlach or a little Wyll running 'round in the lodge mansion lodge (we must call it a 'mansion' now for some reason). All the fancy women warned me about the nausea and tiredness, but I'm fit as a fiddle! Maybe, that's a tiefling thing, I don't know.

Also: our wedding will be held during the summer solstice!

(I probably won't fit in the dress we already bought, but who cares.)

Anyway, we're looking forward to see you all next Saturday. Please bring Scratch, Naïlo, and Tara along, I miss them!

Soldier out Sincerely With all our love,

Karlach Cliffgate & Wyll Ravengard

(Sunshine insisted on putting the family names there as if you folks don't remember who we are. Silly.)"

Tav chuckled at the obvious banter the soon-to-be-wedded couple had during the writing process.

"How lovely to invite us all," Tara remarked, visibly pleased. "Miss Cliffgate’s rather smart."

"She is," snickered the bard and scratched the tressym's chin.

"They'll marry during the solstice? How lovely," Gale said, stirring the sauce pot.

"Well, darling, I'm already married," Astarion joked, wiggling his elegant fingers.

The Ring of the Sun-Walker, which granted him the ability to withstand the sunlight, glinted on his middle finger.

"Oh, my dearest husband," Tav giggled and kissed his knuckles.

Gale cleared his throat and stirred the pot more vigorously. The bard and the vampire spawn looked at each other with raised eyebrows.

"My, my," the latter warbled, moved over, and wrapped an arm around Gale's waist. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say our wizard's jealous."

"I'm not," the addressed answered too quickly. "I'm perfectly happy with our arrangement. Don't project."

"I'd never, darling," Astarion purred and licked Gale's earlobe, playing with the jewellery dangling from it. The wizard shuddered and goosebumps spread over his arms.

"I just thought you might want to be married to Tav too. – And maybe even to me."

The wooden spoon slipped from Gale's hand and plopped into the basil sauce. His eyes were wide in shock when he looked at the vampire spawn, his heart hammering in his chest.

"Asta-"

The wizard was silenced with a kiss and his legs almost gave out when he felt Astarion's sharp fangs dragging over his lips.

"I mean it," the vampire spawn whispered. "One word, darling, and we'll marry you."

"Oh."

Gale was grateful for Astarion's and Tav's strength when his legs truly gave out. His two lovers held him up between them. The vampire spawn devoured the wizard's mouth while the bard kissed his neck. Even though distracted, Gale made a hand gesture to move the pots from the fire. It would have been a shame if their dinner would have burned.

"Oh, hello. What a lovely sight. What's the occasion?" Shadowheart asked amused as she waltzed into the kitchen.

"Karlach and Wyll will marry during the solstice and Gale's jealous because I'm already married to Tav." Astarion outstretched his hand as an explanation. "Thus, we offered to marry him too."

The cleric raised an eyebrow.

"We? In terms of 'the both of you'?"

"Exactly."

"Aww, how cute," Shadowheart giggled. Then, she sniffed. "Mmh, basil sauce. Good, I'm starving. Move, lovebirds."

She wiggled her way in next to Tav and slightly pushed her away to reach the stove. In a practiced movement, she sieved the noodles and plopped them into the sauce, stirring carefully to not create a mush. Completely unbothered by Astarion's, Gale's, and Tav's passionate make out session, the cleric tried the sauce, nodded, and added a bit more salt and pepper.

"Come on, dinner's ready. I'm starving."

The others finally moved apart and Shadowheart handed them their filled plates. They sat down at the table and ate while discussing the topic of their friends' wedding.

Shadowheart was enjoying her bubble bath when Tav entered the room.

"Can I talk to you, love?" the bard asked, looking troubled.

"Of course. What's on your mind?" the cleric replied curiously.

Her lover moved closer, rolled up her sleeves, and took the washcloth. Happily, Shadowheart turned around to let her wash her back. Tav was always so gentle and mindful. For a while, the bard stayed silent, then she said: "About the thing in the kitchen... You know I love you all equally, right?"

"Right," nodded Shadowheart, slightly confused about the direction of their conversation.

"I... hm... Astarion's just joking around. I'd never marry anyone without asking for your blessing first. You're as important to me as the guys, I hope you know that."

"Of course, I do!" Shadowheart turned around in the tub to look at Tav who seemed miserable.

"I don't want to prioritise anyone and I haven't been a very attentive partner to you the last couple of weeks. I'm sorry."

"Tav, lover mine." The cleric placed a hand on the bard's cheek. "Astarion wears your ring and you wear Halsin's bite mark. In a way, you're already married to them. If you go along and wed Gale in a more traditional way, that's fine with me. Personally, I don't need such a ceremony to see you as my spouse. – But... if you'd ask..." She bit her lip before continuing. "There's a Selûnite ritual, called 'The Intertwinement of Hearts' which's a celebration between lovers. It's... well, it's basically a wedding."

Tav smiled, stroking her knuckles.

"And you'd love to participate in said ritual? With me?"

Shadowheart nodded, blushing slightly.

"I'd love to do that with you, yes."

"Then, it's done," the bard told her. "I'll talk with the others and it'll be arranged. Yeah?"

"Yes."

Tav kissed her gently and they rested their foreheads together.

"Let's get married," Shadowheart said with a giggle, slightly teary-eyed.

"Mmh, let our hearts intertwine," the bard smiled.

"You're aware that 'The Intertwinement of Hearts' is a wedding ritual?" Gale asked her, looking incredulous.

Tav nodded.

"I am, yes. That's why I'm asking for your and Astarion's blessing."

"Well... you're already mine," said Astarion and winked at her.

"I, of course, won't hold you back, but you're aware that marriage comes with responsibilities, right?"

"Yes, and are you aware that neither Astarion nor I were joking when we told you we'd marry you?"

Gale almost choked on his tea.

"You... uhm... you would?"

"Yes," Astarion and Tav answered in unison, then grinned at each other.

The wizard turned crimson.

"It would be an honour. I mean it's not that we have to marry, no pressure, but uhm…"

"But you really want to marry us," Tav interrupted him.

Gale nodded hesitantly, still flushed.

"Oh, darling! You're such a romantic."

The vampire spawn wrapped his arms around the wizard and kissed him tenderly. Gale melted into his touch and traced Astarion's jawline before stroking his pointed ear. The elf moaned and shuddered at the intimate touch.

"Your ears are rather sensitive," Gale whispered. "I read up on Elven culture and history and found some interesting paragraphs about the different ways of showing affection and intimacy. And there was an especially... hmm... 'stimulating' chapter that piqued my interest. Some rather curious methods... and I'd like to try them."

"Yes," Astarion panted, licking deeper into his lover's mouth. Gods, he was as hard as an iron rod. Gale was able to bring out a specific part of Astarion's sexual arousal that not even Tav managed to reach.

"We leave you the bedroom and sleep in your study. Goodnight, loves," warbled Tav and vanished with a snickering Shadowheart in tow.

Gale wanted to protest, but Astarion's mouth was rather distracting.

"My room," the vampire spawn panted. "More privacy, more soundproof. Come on."

He grabbed onto Gale's robe and ushered him downstairs. After closing the door, he started to free the wizard from his clothes. Gale shivered and resisted the urge to cover himself up.

"Look at you, darling. So gorgeous," Astarion all but growled and dropped to his knees.

He mouthed and licked at Gale's erection before swallowing it down. The wizard gasped at the coolth of his lover's body and ran his hands through the silver-white curls.

"Actually, I wanted to try things out on you," he groaned. "You have to stop or I'll come."

"Then come," Astarion rasped and took him back into his mouth.

The wizard let out a high-pitched sound, threw his head back and climaxed, spilling down his lover's throat. The vampire spawn swallowed it all and moaned at the slightly sweet taste. Tentatively, he got up and asked: "What did you have in mind, darling?"

Gale looked at him, dazed and panting. His pulse roared and jumped under his skin. It made Astarion lick his lips hungrily. A rivulet of sweat ran down the wizard's neck and the vampire spawn leaned in to lick it off.

"What interesting things did you read in those books, Gale? Tell me."

"I - I prefer to show you," the addressed replied.

Still slightly drunk on his orgasm, the wizard led Astarion to the bed and the latter stripped and lay down gracefully. With one leg propped up, the vampire spawn ran a hand down the front of his entire body, smiling lasciviously.

"Right," Gale said, more to himself than anyone else. He kneeled onto the bed next to Astarion. "For the thing I'd like to try you can either keep lying down or sit in my lap. The choice is yours."

The addressed thought about it for a second.

"Your lap seems rather comfortable, darling."

Thus, Gale leaned against the headboard and Astarion straddled him, grinding down on him on purpose.

"Stop wiggling and we can begin," the wizard told him.

The vampire spawn stilled immediately. Whatever his lover had planned to give him, he wanted it. Badly. Carefully, Gale took Astarion's face between his hands, stroking his jawbone and neck.

"If the literature's correct, and I'm sure it is, elves know many ways to show love and affection to their lovers. One of them, involves your particularly sensitive ears." As a demonstration, Gale ran his middle finger up the shell of Astarion's ear and the latter shuddered, barely suppressing a moan. "Elf ears are much more delicate to the touch. An erogenous zone, they say. That's funny since some humans think the same way about their own ears, and thinking that elf ears are even more sensitive... I can only imagine how it must feel like for you to be touched there."

Gale took Astarion's ears between his fingers and gently rolled them between them. The vampire spawn mewled and closed his eyes, grinding his hips down.

"Look at you," the wizard muttered, mirroring Astarion's own words. He slid his nimble fingers up higher and slightly pinched the pointed ends. Astarion moaned, mouth falling open without his consent.

"Truly a peculiar evolution of your race. You asked about the especially saucy paragraphs... well... It says that elves can reach their high by merely having their ears touched. That's why, back in the ugly old days, humans punished elves by publicly getting them off via their ears and after reaching their peak, they cut the tips of the elves' ears off. A truly barbaric, gruesome act I might add."

"Get... to the point... Gale," Astarion panted.

"I want to test said theory, dear," the wizard replied and the vampire spawn's breath hitched. "Let's see, shall we?"

Gale continued to caress Astarion's ears with his fingers. Gently, almost a ghostly touch.

"I found instructions," the wizard revealed. "There are multiple ways to stimulate your ears: hands, mouth, tongue. Even feet and genitals. There was a story of an Elven prostitute, notoriously know for climaxing by simply having air blown onto his ears. - Can you do that too, Astarion? Are you able to come that way?"

"I... don't... know," the addressed moaned. "I never - ah! There was always - ngh - more involved than just - just my ears."

"I see. Would you like to try?"

"Yes! Gods, yes!"

The wizard hummed pleased. He caressed Astarion's ears one last time before pulling his hands away and his lover closer to him. Now, he leaned forward and licked the vampire spawn's earlobe. The latter groaned.

"It's the combination that excites you, isn't it?" whispered Gale. "The sensitivity combined with the heat of my body."

"Yes," Astarion moaned, tightening his grip in his lover's hair.

The wizard dragged his tongue upwards, along the shell, ending with a little flick at the top. Meanwhile, he continued to caress the other ear with his fingers. The vampire spawn trembled, panted, and moaned. It felt like torture. Bittersweet, addictive torture. Gale repeated the motion and then, he sucked the ear between his teeth, grazing it gently. Astarion whined, bucking his hips up. Gods, he was going to die. He sobbed.

"Gale... please..."

The addressed released his ear and the vampire spawn felt tears prick in his eyes. He sobbed again. And then, Gale stuck his hot, wet tongue into his ear canal. Astarion cried out and came so hard he blacked out for a second. When he regained consciousness, his lover still traced the inside of his auricle, dipping into the canal once in a while. Astarion moaned and finally swallowed again, realising he'd drooled all over himself and Gale.

"As expected, the literature's correct and precise," noted the latter. "Are you still with me, Astarion?"

"Yes," the addressed groaned.

"Can I try something else, or do you want to stop?"

"Go on. Please."

"It might be better if you'd lie down for this one. You seem rather wobbly."

"That's your doing, darling," Astarion told him.

Gale chuckled, helped his lover to get comfortable, and lay down next to him. He leaned over the vampire spawn, looking sincerely.

"I'll make it good for you," he promised.

"You already did," mumbled the addressed.

"That's a relief," the wizard told him and kissed his forehead. "I remember how much you enjoyed it when my breath ghosted over your ear while I touched you and the mage hand pleasured you. I want to do it again and see if it alone is enough to bestow you with a release."

Gale placed a hand on Astarion's chest as he scooted upwards to lick his ear again. The vampire spawn shivered and his spent member twitch in interest. Carefully, the wizard wetted the entire shell of the ear before gently blowing on it. The vampire spawn trembled and moaned. The feeling was almost too intense. Gale did it again, his other hand sliding upwards to touch his other ear. Astarion's eyes rolled back in his head when the wizard rubbed the tip of his left ear between his fingers and sucked the right one into his mouth. Gale's touch was so hot on Astarion's cold, undead skin, and the latter thought he'd explode. Moaning, he gripped the bedsheets to hold onto something at least.

"What interesting reactions," Gale murmured, deliberately breathing right against the vampire spawn's ear. "If I'd known earlier about this phenomenon, I'd have used it to show you affection without threatening you. It would have helped to make you more comfortable around us. Around me."

"I'm sorry," Astarion panted. "Under Cazador, my ears got neglected. People rarely touched them even when I seduced and bedded them. And touching them myself hasn't the same effect. It didn't even cross my mind to asked for it."

"I see... I'm sorry," Gale told him softly. "I'll touch them now as much as you want."

"Yes. Please!" the vampire spawn whine, desperate for it.

The wizard shushed him, caressing one ear and licking and blowing on the other. Astarion thought he was about to go mad and lose his mind. Gale stuck his tongue into his ear canal again before gently blowing on it. Astarion moaned, but it wasn't enough this time. The wizard, bless him, seemed to realised it too and kissed him while his fingers caressed, rubbed and slightly pinched his ears. Astarion's breath hitched, his ears rang, and he thrusted his hips upwards into the wizards thigh. He shook, exploded, his vision whitened, but he didn't ejaculate. The vampire spawn whimpered, utterly overstimulated and sensitive to any touch.

"How fascinating," Gale mumbled, tracing his lover's member. "It seems like you had a dry orgasm. It would be most interesting if we could –"

Astarion hissed and slapped the wizard's hand away.

"Don't touch me, I'm too sensitive. It - it hurts."

At that, Gale looked alarmed.

"It hurts? Where? Everywhere? Or only your –"

"Everywhere," the addressed groaned. "It feels like I'm on fire."

"Oh, that's not good. I haven't read enough about the effects of dry orgasms and overstimulation. Maybe I should ha-"

"Gale? Shut up, please," Astarion sighed and closed his eyes in exhaustion.

"Are you dizzy? Nauseous?"

"Gale..."

"Apologies, but I'm worried."

"I'm fine. Just give me a moment."

"As you wish."

Gale lay down next to his lover, cautious of not actually touching him. Astarion was grateful for it.

"I think I simply came so hard, my brain got fried," he muttered.

The wizard chuckled and carefully took his hand.

"Is that alright?"

The vampire spawn nodded and Gale just held his hand silently until his body functioned properly again. Then, Astarion pulled the wizard into a sloppy kiss.

"Thank you. It was amazing. I'm looking forward to the next time you find some interesting literature that needs testing to sate your curiosity."

"That's good to know because there's more," smiled Gale.

Astarion snickered and kissed him again.

"I can't wait for our wedding night and our honeymoon. You'll ruin me in so many delicious ways, I'm sure of it."

Gale blushed, flustered.

"Only if you're willing," he mumbled.

Astarion grinned widely, fangs glinting in the candlelight.

"Oh, darling, I'm very willing."

Astarion's presumptions turned out to be right. Gale made him come in some many ways and so many positions, he couldn't remember half of them. All the vampire spawn remembered was how Gale had payed extra attention to his ears, and how they'd made love, with their foreheads touching, their fingers interlaced, and the sinking sun as their witness.

[takeashineto]

What do I do when my usual places run dry of rps? Why, I run back to tumblr of course!

Currently on the hunt for rp’s for my current fandom obsessions! I’m 19, and would prefer my partners to be 18+ for comfort’s sake. I’m in EST, but my sleeping schedule is currently fucked so, that might not matter as much. I usually write anywhere from semi-lit to lit, but I go with the flow of the rp itself. I’m chatty OOC, and also please note that communication is important to me, if I’ve gone about a plot idea a wrong way or you disagree with how I’m playing something, please let me know, I will do my best to accommodate! Finally, no OCs please.

That’s all I can think of for guidelines, so let’s get into the nitty gritty of my fandoms!

Here’s a list of my biggest fandom interests right now, along with the characters I’m most comfortable playing. I’ll list ships or pairings I’d especially like to do where applicable, but I’m definitely open to more than just those combinations, or to those combinations as non-romantic! If you have a ship in mind, bring it up, there’s a chance I ship them too! For most of these I don’t have a whole lot of specific plot lines in mind, but I’m very happy to brainstorm something together!

Baldur’s Gate 3

Gale Dekarios, Halsin Silverbough, Shadowheart Hallowleaf, Wyll Ravengard, Astarion Ancunin, def!Durge

Halsin/Astarion, Wyll/Astaron, Shadowheart/Lae’zel, Gale/Astarion, Gale/Halsin, Shadowheart/Karlach, def!Durge/Gortash

Criminal Minds

Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner

Derek/Spencer, Emily/JJ, Aaron & Spencer, Derek/Garcia

Detroit: Become Human

Elijah Kamski, Connor, RK900/Nines, Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson, Markus

Elijah/Connor, Gavin/Connor, Gavin/Nines, Markus/Connor

House M.D.

Gregory House, Lisa Cuddy

House/Wilson

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Max Mayfield, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson

Steve/Eddie, Steve/Jonathan, Nancy/Robin, Max/El, Billy/Steve

Ted Lasso

Ted Lasso, Roy Kent, Jamie Tartt, Sam Obisanya

Ted/Trent, Roy/Jamie, Jamie/Sam, Ted/Rebecca, Ted/Beard

If I’ve caught your interest with any of these, please send me a message! These are my tried and true, and I’m pretty much always open to them. If not, thank you for reading anyways! Have a good one. :)

[imperator-titus]

Titus News and Tag Post

10/20 - Updated Ghost from the Past with Chapter 10 over on Ao3! (Hiatus, while I hope to finish Be My Juice Box)

11/16 - Be My Juice Box updated! (Edit: I am now posting this one here cause it seems to be doing alright lol)

Note as of 10/21: Inbox/DMs - I closed my inbox because of unwanted activity not related to my blog/writing. I am willing to open it again upon request!

This is my pinned post for how to navigate most of my tags. There's a limit on links in one post so it's not exhaustive. Right now my BG3 posts should be well-organized and tagged.

Titus Writes | Titus Post (OC Posts) | Titus Screenshots | Titus Plays

Art Tag | Illustration (Non-Fandom Art) | Meme/Joke-Based Content

Kinktober | Fanfiction

Baldur's Gate 3

Screenshots | Gifs | Fanfiction | Meta | The Gang ❤️

Notes on Ship Tags: /Tav for explicitly Tav or undetermined OC ships, /Durge for explicitly Dark Urge OC ships.

Astarion| Ascended Astarion

Astarion/Tav (AKA Tavstarion)

Astarion/Durge (AKA Durgestarion)

Astarion/Gale (AKA Bloodweave)

Astarion/Karlach (AKA Hellspawn, Starlach)

Astarion/Wyll (AKA Wyllstarion, Bloodpact)

Astarion/Halsin (AKA Bloodbear, Halstarion)

Astarion/Shadowheart

Astarion/Gale/Tav

Gale Dekarios

Gale/Tav

Gale/Shadowheart

Gale/Rolan

Gale/Durge

Karlach

Shadowheart/Karlach (AKA Shadowlach)

Karlach/Laezel

Karlach/Tav

Karlach/Minthara

Lae'zel

Shadowheart/Laezel (AKA Shadowzel)

Shadowheart/Laezel/Karlach

Laezel/Durge

Laezel/Tav

Shadowheart

Shadowheart/Tav

Shadowheart/Durge

Wyll

Wyll/Tav

Minthara/Wyll

Tav/Durge - Note: This is a tag for Custom Characters regardless of if they are Dark Urge or not, there is another tag for the default Durge

Rolan/Tav

Raphael/Tav

Minthara/Tav

Durge - Note: Default Dark Urge

Gortash/Durge (AKA Durgetash)

Minthara/Durge

Halsin

Halsin/Tav

Halsin/Zevlor

Halsin/Durge

Jaheira

Minsc

Minthara Baenre

Rolan | Zevlor | Dammon | Alfira

Isobel Thorm | Dame Aylin

Orin the Red | Ketheric Thorm | Enver Gortash | The Emperor

Mizora | Raphael | Cazador

Scratch | Owlbear Cub | Us

My Tavs: Eletha Nightstar (Ghost from the Past, GftP Playthrough Journal), Rowan Vignaud (A Non-Hero's Guide to Being an Adventurer, Be My Juice Box)

Other Fandoms (Not Exhaustive):

Legend of Zelda

Dungeon Meshi

Frieren

Star Wars

Warhammer

Dragon Age

Metal Gear Solid

The Apothecary Diaries

Katamari Damacy

Disco Elysium

Red Dead Redemption 2

Death Stranding

Castlevania

Mass Effect

Divinity Original Sin

[dicethrow]

DICETHROW: An independent, selective, multi-muse roleplay blog featuring original and canon characters from Baldur's Gate III and Dragon Age.

This blog is multi-ship and OC-friendly. All writing is 21+.

Dice is rolled by Day (he/him), 25+, Irish (GMT). Baldur's Gate III spoilers are untagged and found throughout the blog. Dragon Age: The Veilguard spoilers are tagged as "DA spoilers."

CARRD ─ ☆ ─ PROMPTS ─ ☆ ─ TRACKER

Note to Non-Roleplay Blogs: You are welcome to follow, read, and like any content you see here. However, please refrain from reblogging writing threads or headcanons. Feel free to reblog any images or like any posts.

Threads: Open for Finn and Emmrich ─ ☆ ─ Asks: Open ─ ☆ ─ Current activity: Low

MUSES

Main muses

Gale Dekarios – Gale of Waterdeep (Baldur's Gate 3) (No longer accepting new threads) ABOUT ─ ☆ ─ HEADCANONS

Finn "The Furious" Locke – Pirate Tav / Lords of Fortune "Rook" ABOUT ─ ☆ ─ HEADCANONS

Emmrich Volkarin – Necromancer with the Mourn Watch (Dragon Age: The Veilguard) ABOUT ─ ☆ ─ HEADCANONS

Low Activity / Selective Muses

Gale of Netheril – Darker, early-access-inspired Gale Dekarios (Baldur's Gate 3) ABOUT ─ ☆ ─ HEADCANONS

Aeric Durnill – Druid, Circle of Wildfire (D&D) / Veil Jumper "Rook" ABOUT ─ ☆ ─ HEADCANONS (tba)

Lucanis Dellamorte – Assassin with the Antivan Crows (Dragon Age: The Veilguard) ABOUT ─ ☆ ─ HEADCANONS

RULES

Mutuals Only: I’m selective and limit follows due to IRL time constraints.

Age Requirement: Only write with muns 21+.

Formatting: I’m dyslexic, so please use simple, consistent formatting (font, size, spacing). Avoid heavy styling like alternating fonts or excessive bold/italics.

No Hate: Hate speech, call-out posts, or vague posts won’t be tolerated. Be direct if there’s an issue.

DA:TV Positivity: I enjoyed the game and don’t engage in negativity about it.

Shipping: Based on chemistry only.

NSFW: Tagged as 'trigger tw' and 'nsft'. No personal triggers. Sexual/suggestive asks require prior OOC discussion or IC interaction.

Replies & Exclusives: No exclusives, but reply speed may vary by muse.

Prompts & Questions: Prompts are open to mutuals; anyone can send questions.

Breaking Mutuals: Unfollow, soft-block, or block as you see fit.

Anon: On, but hate is deleted. No NSFW anon replies.

[sonofbhaal]

"The Lord of Murder shall perish, but in his doom he shall spawn a score of mortal progeny. Chaos will be sewn from their passage."

PRIVATE & SELECTIVE. LOW ACTIVITY/SLOW REPLIES. 30+. CROSSOVER FRIENDLY. DARK & MATURE THEMES. BASED ON the BALDUR'S GATE GAME SERIES. WRITTEN BY MIN. FEATURING:

Gale Dekarios

Halsin (Test Muse)

Sarevok Anchev (NOT compliant with BG3 lore! Helena/Orin see rules ↓ please!)

Anomen Delryn [BG3 verse available]

Valygar Corthala [BG3 verse available]

Gaelan Bayle [BG3 verse available]

Rory of Candlekeep (Gorion's Ward) [BG3 verse available but only if you can get very cool with a lot of things very fast]

CHARACTER SHEETS ARE UNDER CONSTRUCTION!

Please read the rules before interacting.

Welcome, stranger!

GENERAL INFO

This is an independent roleplaying blog for the characters Gale Dekarios, Sarevok Anchev, Anomen Delryn and other characters of the Baldur’s Gate video game series. This blog is for entertainment purposes only; I am in no way affiliated to Bioware, Larian, the creators of Baldur’s Gate, or any of the actors I use as faceclaims.

NOTE: Except for Gale and Halsin, obviously, my characters are based in BG 1 and 2. I am open to adapting them to the BG 3 timeline. However:

Particularly the character of Sarevok is VASTLY different in the old games - I do not take the events and story presented in BG 3 into account for his portrayal.

THE WRITER

I am over 30 years of age and I live in Central Europe. I work during the week, which means the activity on this blog will be low. Also this is not my only RP blog.

INTERACTIONS

I will only write with blogs I follow. This includes threads, memes, and anything in between.

If we’re mutuals, feel free to continue a meme in a new thread if you see the situation going somewhere.

I tend to write longer replies (multipara) and I prefer them over one-liners.

I do not write with people under the age of 21. I prefer writing with partners who are over 25, regardless of content. NSFW content is not a priority for me on this blog so there won’t be much of it, but I am not fully opposed to it.

Especially since the old Baldur’s Gate 1 & 2 RP fandom is basically non-existent, I am more than willing to roleplay with any other compatible fandom!

FORMATTING & ICONS

I use minor formatting and sometimes icons, sometimes no icons. I have no problem with RP partners not using any icons/banners. However, I do ask you to cut your posts if we have an on-going thread.

SHIPPING

Please don’t force ships or shame ships.

I ship chemistry above all things, and so do my muses. However, Sarevok is a tough one when it comes to relationships, so if you’re looking for romance and eternal love you are probably going to be disappointed here. Sex is more likely to happen with him than actual love. Also, expect to be dropped or betrayed or murdered when you stand in his way.

While I, as a writer, am happy to write gay ships with Anomen, please note that he will be hesitant towards engaging in a romantic relationship with another man at first, due to his standing and upbringing.

As this has come up before: I will not write threads in which Sarevok r*pes/has r*ped anyone. Don’t request that, the answer is no. If it’s part of your character’s backstory, please leave it out in our threads, I am not making it part of his story in any capacity.

Also ORIN/HELENA and anything about his story in BG3 is not canon for my Sarevok portrayal. Please do not assume it in writing. If you write Orin or Helena, I'm happy to think of ways for us to interact that work for both of us (e.g. a fake Sarevok avatar, major illusion, etc.). But Sarevok has not fathered any children nor is he leading a cult of Bhaal. It's okay to assume Orin's story for Sarevok if you interact with my other (particularly the BG3) muses, but not with Sarevok, please.

WARNINGS

There will be dark and potentially triggering themes on this blog, both in my character’s backstory and in threads. With a character like Sarevok it would be hard to tag everything potentially triggering, but I will tag the most common ones (such as suicide, gore, torture, etc). To name a few themes that I can see coming up/being mentioned: murder, mass murder, alcoholism, violence, incest (between half-siblings (the bhaalspawn), self-harm, torture, … Smutty content is tagged as #( not safe for waukeen. )

If you need anything tagged that I am not tagging yet, let me know and I’ll check if I can add it to my list.

Thank you for reading my rules! If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask :)

[deadcityhq]

CHARACTER INFORMATION: 

**CHARACTER NAME:** gale dekarios

**CHARACTER FACECLAIM:** fabien frankel

**CHARACTER AGE/DOB (if relevant/they’re not old af):** december 5th 1985 // 38

**CHARACTER PRONOUNS/GENDER IDENTITY/SEXUALITY ETC:** he/him, wizard, the ‘became a walking nuke to impress a goddess’ type of bi

**CHARACTER FANDOM (if relevant):** baldur’s gate 3

**OC OR CANON:** canon

**CHARACTER TYPE (for example: werewolf, shadowhunter, warlock, demon etc):** wizard

**HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN IN NEW YORK/WHY ARE THEY THERE ETC:** a couple of months, ever since his breakup with mystra and the subsequent shitshow with the orb, he has moved into a new ‘tower’ here with his tressym (not a cat!) companion Tara because of the vicinity to all the supernatural shit which he needs to not die yknow

**IMPORTANT CHARACTER INFORMATION TO NOTE AND SHARE (this could be important headcanons for initial plotting, mini bios etc, supporting docs):**

- gale was a talented wizard from a young age. then very talented. then so extraordinarily talented, that he attracted the attention of mystra, a goddess of magic, one responsible for the particular kind of magic called the weave (one of many weaves, actually, the name was somewhat popular)

- so he became gale, the lover of a goddess. it was pretty wonderfully amazing, all things considered, but he couldn’t help but want *more*, as any wizard would. every night he would indulge in passion with a woman made of magic itself, with extraordinary power at her fingertips. he just wanted her to see that he was *worthy* to receive more knowledge, to be an even better partner and follower to her. so he set his eyes on a fragment of the weave long separated from her, wanting to make a gift to her out of it.

- at the end of the days he learned the harsh lesson of many wizards before him: don’t mess around with magic beyond your skill and knowledge, kids. instead of a gift he received an orb of unstable, hungry magic stuck in his chest and a very, very angry goddess who cast him out.

- so now he was left dumped, with his own magic not as trustworthy as before, and with a frequent hunger for fragments of the weave, most easily found in various enchanted objects (it was boots only once! and he didn’t *eat* them! it’s all slander!) if he doesn’t consume weave, he risks the orb blowing up with a power very nearly equal to a literal nuke.

- at this point, gale needs either a miracle or some more sinister power to fix his orb issue, or so he thinks, and so hearing about the recent events in new york made it the obvious choice. he is ready to make more bad choices!

**THREE AESTHETICS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR CHARACTER:** lightning crackling at your fingertips, curling up in an armchair by the fire with your cat (tressym!) in your lap, the thrill of finding a rare tome

OOC INFORMATION: 

**MUN NAME/ALIAS:** t*

*MUN AGE:** 22

**MUN TRIGGERS:** -

[invinciblerodent]

Masterlist

Twitch page 🎮

YouTube channel 📺

❌Tagging "datv spoilers" for Dragon Age: The Veilguard until the end of the year!❌

Fic:

AO3 page (as of jan 2024, mostly old Dragon Age and Mass Effect fics- this is to be updated)

Ficlet on immortal elven souls and vampiric immortality (BG3, Astarion/Iona)

"Prayer of an unknown cleric" (BG3, Gale/Arvid)

Warden Tristan of the Grey - OC backstory snippet (DA:TV)

Verbena of the Shadow Dragons - OC backstory snippet (DA:TV)

Selected love letters (DA:I, Dorian/Ray)

Characters:

Baldur's Gate 3

Arvid Trygg (he/him, 54)

"Gold dwarf" cleric of Tempus

Soldier background

❤️: Gale Dekarios

Playlist 🎶

Summary:

Note written by Gemria Bozzahr, 1438 DR, found pinned to the swaddling of a corpse-blue, wailing infant boy: "If you've any care for the weak, please find one who may care for him. I cannot face my family as mother to a half-breed. May he find grace in the glory of your god, and let him bear the name 'Arvid', after the father he may never know."

A bastard son born from but one night shared by a trader's daughter and a handsome duergar soldier, Arvid was raised by clerics of Tempus in a small and insignificant monastery/fortress, in a small and insignificant town close to Neverwinter. Now, it was unusual for Tempurans to take in urchins like that, but the boy, while unusual in his appearance and meek in his nature, proved a quick study, and a rare talent at healing. Which, with his quiet, mellow (and soon, not even quite so anxious!) personality, made him a favored addition to the "mercenary" excursions of the warrior-priests: and so, hitting the ground running, Arvid learned to fight in the very melting pot of battle.

With body and spirit molded by the Foehammer's teaching, he took his Acolyte vows shortly after his 16th spring, and became a fully fledged cleric of the Faith much younger than most. And as time passed slowly (and with... only a regular amount of constant bloodshed), he made his way to the rank of Direhar (guardian-priest). It was at 53 that he was called to Baldur's Gate: partly to replace the sole healer of the city's monastery who had perished (naturally in battle), and partly at the urging of his Warlyon (high priest), as an opportunity for him to eventually, maybe, even head his own congregation.

Of course, the mind flayers had different plans.

After merely a year of trying to establish a foothold in the city with... middling-to-poor success, Arvid was yanked from the city streets while trying to usher as many of those fleeing into the protection of the temple as possible. Fat load of good playing the hero did for him. (But to be fair, that's... kind of his theme.)

Iona Raedir (she/her, 61)

High elf sorcerer (draconic ancestry, red)

Guild Artisan background (jeweler/trader)

❤️: Astarion Ancunín

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Summary:

"Don't ask, kitten, and I won't lie."

Once dutiful daughter, once devoted wife, always a secret sorceress. Iona lived most of her life in a settlement by the name of Puremount's Hollow, among the so-called 'Emissaries of the Immaculate': a radical offshoot of the Ilmaterian church, one that views all magic as the domain befitting solely the gods, and arcane casters, abhorrent thieves of divine power. So, with the magic of ancient dragons thrumming in her veins, that... was sort of a problem.

To her very good excuse, neither did she join of her own accord, nor did she know she commanded such powers at the time. She was only 11 years old, after all.

But, one of the things elves do best, is wait. So that's what she did, and she played her part expertly: she and her beloved father lived their life in accordance with human traditions, he took a second wife (we don't talk about the first, it's too painful), she married the first boy who asked her (Herric Birchlight- a nice boy, if rough around the edges), and kept her facade (though loveless and rote, minor issue) impeccable, while ignoring her magic as it grew and yearned to be used. For over 30 long years, she kept playing her part. But even the best liars must eventually slip- or be made to slip, more accurately.

Uncovered as an "abominable thief" of divine power, a "pretender", a "fucking witch" and "magespawn" (all Herric's lovely words about the woman he had once called "wife" and "love"), Iona was forced to flee the compound, and took the burning of bridges behind her quite literally, taking little more than the clothes on her back and that brand new scar on her face.

She was snatched less than a day after she had finally arrived to Baldur's Gate, penniless, exhausted, and alone- and for all intents and purposes, she can't quite shake the feeling that this really might have been a better outcome than many of the possible alternatives.

Petyr Wildbrook (he/him, 45)

Wood half-elf ranger/rogue

Outlander background

❤️: Shadowheart, Halsin Silverbough

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Summary:

Raised among druids of the Circle of the Shepherd, Petyr waited quite a bit longer than he should have had to for his magic to show itself. And, well, it... simply never did. Brother, cousins (gods, so many cousins), friends, all inducted into the druidic arts before he could as much as conjure a single goodberry.

So, partly at the urging of his mothers and partly out of spite, Petyr took to trying to learn all he could about the wild- on his own, through sheer trial and error if need be. At 20, he gathered what meager belongings he could call his own (and a big pack of gifts from his worried, but oddly relieved family), and set out to find his luck wherever it may guide him.

Though it wasn't easy, or painless, or even smart by any stretch of the imagination, he fell into the role of a ranger and forester, and made a living as a hunter of monsters and big game, and a silent keeper of his little patch of woods: a lone watcher, and reclusive woodsman. He had always enjoyed the company of those who expect no social niceties from him anyway.

Turns out, the exception to that particular rule is the silent, squirming passenger of a tadpole behind the eyeball. And, yeah, so maybe even a self-identified utter bitch of a man is capable of being a "hero", if you stretch the meaning of the word far enough.

"Mara" (she/her; ???)

Lolth-sworn drow monk

Dark Urge

❤️: Karlach Cliffgate

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Summary:

She is three days old, and all she knows is murder.

But she's... nice. No, I promise. Or at least, she's... she's trying her best.

Dragon Age

The Veilguard

Verbena "Ver" Mercar (she/her, 32)

Human (Tevinter), Shadow Dragon warrior

❤️: Davrin

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Summary: TBD

"Tanner" Laidir (she/her, late 30's)

Dwarf (Orzammar), Lords of Fortune rogue

❤️: Lace Harding

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Summary: TBD

Tristan Thorne (he/him, 41)

Human (Ferelden/Orlais), Grey Warden warrior

❤️: Emmrich Volkarin

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Summary: TBD

Coris de Riva (she/her, early 30's)

Dwarf (Antiva), Antivan Crow rogue

❤️: Lucanis Dellamorte

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Summary: TBD

Marcus Ingellvar (he/him nonbinary, 25)

Human (Nevarra), Mourn Watch mage

❤️: Bellara Lutare

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Summary: TBD

Syl Aldwir (she/her, 27)

Elf (Tevinter), Veil Jumper rogue

❤️: Neve Gallus

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Summary: TBD

Origins

Aren Lorna "Arie" Aeducan (she/her, DAO: 25, DAI: 36, DATV: 46)

"Canon" Warden-Commander

Noble dwarf, sword and board warrior (Berserker+Champion)

❤️: Leliana (softened, Divine)

Aesthetic

Summary:

Aren Lorna Aeducan is a woman forged in fire through and through. Bearing the name- and donning the armor of her late grandmother, she quickly proved herself to be as steadfast and politically shrewd as her namesake.

As she was bred and born a leader and thus grew up an unintentional rival to her elder brother, she is generally proud and poised, unapologetic in her way of carrying herself, and assertive in her opinions which, while driven by a desire to do and be good, are quick to take backseat to a strong emotional motivation- She is as dedicated and passionate in love as she is in duty.

While her assertiveness may make her come off as harsh, stubborn, she is nonetheless essentially benevolent, mindful and supportive of emotions and wants of those around her- keeping people’s best interests at heart, she is diplomatic and ambitious, occasionally sarcastic, with strong convictions of what is right and just, which she intends to enforce and uphold even if that means resorting to less than legal measures. The end, in her eyes, sanctifies the means, even if that end is just the survival of one more person, be it others or herself.

The main conflicts of her character throughout the story are the choices that force her to pick between her compassion and her desire for vindication, and the choice dictated by her royal upbringing in grossly homophobic Orzammar conflicting with her later-life realization of her own bisexuality, with which she grapples until eventually she allows herself to fall in love with Leliana.

While trying to avoid facing her own emotions whenever possible, for the first chunk of the game, she is almost singularly obsessed with the idea of revenge, and until Bhelen’s eventual death at her hands, her personal vendetta takes priority even over the establishment of a stable dynasty that might be best for Orzammar in the wake of the Blight. That anger and defiance that resides in her is eventually placated, and it is only once the faith of Ferelden and Thedas no longer rests on her shoulders that she mellows out, turning from the commander into herself.

Vogar Brosca (he/him, DAO: 22, DAI: 33, DATV: 43)

Casteless dwarf, dual-wielding warrior (Reaver)

❤️: Zevran

Non-canon Warden, but an unrelated Warden in my head regardless

Vogar Brosca is unequivocally what the Hero of Ferelden should not be- he is abrasive and selfish, almost completely illiterate, and easily the most cynical man Thedas has ever carried, in its belly or on its back.

He carries a lot of anger in him- a lot of envy and jealousy, as well as overall resentment towards most everyone willing to exploit him and people like him. As he is motivated mostly by spite and a drive to prove people wrong, he always strives to show an image of strength and confidence, even though many times he would rather hide under a rock and never again poke his head out- the man has turned “fake it till you make it” into a personal motto and intends to stick to it.

After an adolescence and early adulthood as a Carta grunt (during which he had to sell his sword arm and honor simply to stay alive), he keeps his loyalties fluid, and his morals where his money is; if it suits his fancy, he is prone to reasoning away any and all decisions he might make as reasonable and moral.

As little beyond his love for his sister and his friendship with Leske tied him to the city, he was quick to jump on the opportunity to abandon Orzammar in favor of the promise of an ability to be someone beyond a casteless thug, although he won’t deny that the idea of “pretty and easy Surface girls with knockers the size of my head” also contributed to the decision- the fact that later he happened to find love by the side of a very male assassin who had been sent for his head is but an amusing caprice of fate.

As the game progresses, he grows and changes rather quickly and dramatically- the responsibility of decision-making affects him pretty badly, but the rest of the party poses a whole new set of good and bad examples and influences on him. The surface, where people look at him and say “Ser” instead of spitting, will finally show him an angle of the world which he likes- a world in which his existence is at least acknowledged beyond him being an eyesore. He also manages to eventually overcome his deeply internalized homophobia with Zevran’s help, (come to terms with his now past but then obvious affection for Leske,) and learns to trust and allow people to get close to him.

Inquisition

Raymond "Ray" Percival Trevelyan (he/him, DAI: 24, DATV: 34, BG3: 55)

"Canon" Inquisitor, Inquisitor-as-Tav AU

Human

DA: sword and board warrior (Reaver)

BG3: fighter/Oath of Devotion paladin (noble background)

❤️: DAI- Dorian Pavus, BG3- Wyll Ravengard

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Aesthetic

Summary:

There's one thing that is to be said / about him in the years to come: A hero seldom lives to see / past the ending of their tale.

Raymond begins his story a naive, idealistic young man with a passion for the romantic, the sentimental, the dramatic, and the comedic. He is witty and bright, an educated and charming man, but as such, he is also impulsive and brash, immature, and emotional- his decisions are motivated mostly, if not only by his heart, and an almost comical sense of justice.

Inspired heavily as a young teen by the Tale of the Champion and the refugees' tales about the Hero of Ferelden, he aspires to be the great hero Hawke and Lady Aeducan were painted as- while fully aware of how unattainable that ideal might be, he nevertheless aims to become the generous and brave "Knight in Shining Armor" Thedas wants him to be, more or less successfully.

In the beginning of the story, he is deeply Andrastian and practices his religion frequently, but throughout the game, his faith is shaken. Initially, it is his firmly held belief that he is in fact Andraste’s chosen, but confirmation of the opposite at Adamant plants the doubt in his heart that later results in the abandonment of organized Andrastianism, and establishing a rather more lenient, personal relationship with religion.

Throughout the events of the game, as he is faced with more and more injustices and pointless loss of life, his initially neutral-positive views on mage freedom and elf rights quickly radicalize. While the realizations take away a lot of his naiveté and optimism, make him slightly jaded and more skeptical, ultimately he matures and grows as a person. He unlearns a lot of the toxic views he internalized growing up noble, and slowly, with the help of the friends and the love he finds in the Inquisition, he also learns to allow himself to be loved.

At the end, while tired and battered and suffering from moderate- to severe PTSD, the once-green-eared kid emerges a soldier and a man more or less worthy of his title as Inquisitor.

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The BG3 AU is set roughly 30 years after the events of DAI. After a tumultuous youth of adventuring, ostensibly saving the world (which earned him the moniker "Inquisitor of the Dales"), and the loss of his sword arm in the process, Raymond had retired from heroics young, at merely 25 years of age. Upon the peaceful passing of his father (a minor, but old-money Baldurian baron in this reality), he quickly took to managing the family estate (reconciling a tenuous love with his estranged mother- we don't talk about the past much on that one), and settled in for two joyous decades of blissful domesticity by the side of the love of his life, Dorian.

Except fate has a way of throwing its doomed chosen at increasingly bigger problems, until one finally manages to kill them.

A handful of years pass between the assassination of his husband over blasted politics and his own abduction by mind flayers, and Ray, both dreading and strangely anticipating the adventure, falls back into the role of a leader and a hero like he would into a bad habit, though he is barely a shadow of his once-gregarious, larger-than-life hero self.

Maybe this time, throwing himself at a nigh-immortal god-monster will finally wind up killing him for good. And then, maybe he can finally rest.

Or not. Who knows. At least if he's lucky, fate will take a fucking leg this time.

Adela Cadash (she/her, DAI: 37, DA:TV: 47)

Surface-born dwarf (Marcher, Tantervale)

Archer rogue (Tempest)

❤️: The Iron Bull

Non-canon Inquisitor

Summary:

Adela Cadash is a woman with an undeniable talent for consciously putting herself into the wrong place at the wrong time. She’s cynical and efficient, energetic- not one to sit idly by and contemplate consequences, more often than not she leaps before she would look. She fixes mistakes as she goes, making a lifestyle out of risk and thrill-seeking, but regardless of what it is into which she’s throwing herself, she always gives off the impression that she is at least one step ahead, even -or especially- when that’s not true.

Perceptive and cunning, Adela is an expert at reading people and giving them who, and what they want her to be. She is flexible and adaptable, clever and shrewd, capable of morphing herself into whoever the situation requires her to be- from the principled dame, through the mother figure, to the commander of war, there is a personality in her arsenal that fits that role, while she keeps her true thoughts and feelings buried six feet under.

As for religion, Adela is mostly agnostic in her views. She is mostly neutral concerning the plight of mages- while she is mostly aware of the injustices, Tantervale's Circle never caused the kind of problems Kirkwall's did, and overall, she holds mostly the same views as Vivienne does- that magic is dangerous as fire is dangerous, and she's not about to let herself get burnt.

She has, however, a passion for the finer things in life- be it food, bathing, or love, she likes to make an event, a spectacle out of the mundane. Be it Orlesian opera, really nice shoes, disgustingly overpriced alcohol, or elaborate, kinky sex, she is not one for saving things for special occasions- to her, having lived most of her life in mortal danger, every day lived is a special occasion worthy of celebrating, and she lives life from one day to the next, barely thinking past tomorrow for it may never come.

She is, all in all, a professional survivor.

Harwen Lavellan (later on Harwen Montilyet- he (primarily)/they (incidentally), DAI: ~35, DATV: ~45)

Dalish hunter

Archer rogue (Assassin)

❤️: Josephine Montilyet

Non-canon Inquisitor

Summary:

Harwen is a no-nonsense, practical man- a calm and collected, rather quiet person whose every word is spoken with purpose.

Able to think coolly and logically even in the face of danger, Harwen is a born analyst and strategist. He’s prone to seeming emotionally detached in his decision-making and known to prioritize the purpose over the idea- Ultimately, he is a smart worker rather than a hard worker, with a remarkable talent for seeing the big picture without getting swallowed up in the details.

He is very pragmatic and equally introverted; a very private person and while not unfriendly, he is difficult to get to know and even more difficult to predict. Being perceptive and at times suspicious, he may come off as grumpy, coarse. That is, however, merely the surface- as a private person, he is deeply romantic, loyal, and works best as a member of a team. Having been trained as a Dalish hunter, he seems to have a gift for seeing the strengths and weaknesses of each of his companions, and working with- and around them with efficiency.

He is also an eerily fast learner- while as a Dalish elf, he has not had any formal education and is barely literate in human writing systems, he is remarkable at absorbing large amounts of information very quickly and applying it as the situation requires.

Regarding beliefs, Harwen is a traditionally wired mind with a modern twist- while conscious and critical of its flaws, he observes Dalish customs and honors the gods according to his clan’s practices, invoking Falon’din and Andruil before each battle. In this, he does not allow himself to be shaken- while he accepts that his people are not perfect, not by a longshot, he is nevertheless devout. As the story of the game progresses and he is forced to give up elements of his heritage, he only seems to cling tighter to the few parts to which he can.

In his spare time, he enjoys gardening, and he often whistles out of tune.

By Veilguard, he lives in Antiva as Josephine's husband, no longer wears his clan name, and is a father to one half-elven daughter by the name Valeria Montilyet (she looks human, and her father is often mistaken for merely her caretaker).