#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.

[ranger-danger]

Actually yeah tumblr I need your help. I’m working on a film noir style fic for bg3, but for the life of me I can’t figure out what to do with most of the companions. So if you have any ideas I would love to hear them.

[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

[loquaciousquark]

[Fic] Let You and I Be Festive [1/1]

Rating: G Characters/Pairings: Astarion/Tav, Gale/Elarwyn Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Word Count: 5.7k Notes: Elarwyn generously borrowed from @jadesabre301. Summary: All Gale wants is to enjoy his perfectly prepared Midwinter dinner with the woman he loves. Unfortunately, the portal to Avernus abruptly ripping open in the middle of his library has a different idea.

Set a little over two months post-game.

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Professor Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep, foremost expert in illusory magic at the prestigious Blackstaff Academy, former Chosen of the Mother of Magic, and a publicly—if recently—lauded Savior of Baldur’s Gate, was, at the moment, delighted at the progress of his cherry crumble.

His double oven had been specially ordered from a Gondian workshop contracted to the High House of Wonders. It had cost a fortune in both commission and installation; he vividly remembered a gnome with a voice like a whipcrack threatening to void the purchase entirely if he made one more suggestion as to its maneuvering. But here it was at last, centerpiece of his modest—if well-appointed—kitchen, enchantments glowing steadily around every brass knob and dial, the magical glass on its door affording him a perfect view of his impeccably rolled crust just ever-so-slightly beginning to brown.

The crumble: superb. The tower: festooned with garland and dancing lights, filled floorboard to rafter with the smells of Midwinter feasting. His timing—he leaned out of the door to glance at the grandfather clock in the foyer—immaculate.

—

Links: FF.net, AO3

[baldurs-gape]

Flee the Nest (Part 2)

Part 1 here.

The lights in the lab were turned low. It made Gale shiver, thinking back to how similar it had been when Mystra betrayed him. Now though, he had been the one to turn them down before approaching the container with the albino xenomorph in it. Gently easing the cover off, Gale lurched back and fell on his backside as the alien launched at him, thumping violently against the barrier between them. In horror, Gale watched as it sank its own teeth into its flesh and dripped yellow blood onto the floor knowingly. Any other place and Gale would have been in the midst of sounding the shipwide evacuation alarm. However, the container was made to withstand anything a xenomorph could do. A displeased hiss suggested that the xenomorph had also come to the realisation that all it had achieved was making a literal bloody mess in its prison. It watched Gale, stock still, a true predator biding its time to pounce. Gingerly, Gale picked himself up from the floor and walked closer to the container. Turning on the recorder, he began his observations.

"This is Gale Dekarios on Baldur's Gate 3. We have obtained a xenomorph specimen from a Queen's chambers, thus suspected to be an attendant though it matches all the traits of soldier and drone xenomorphs. Of special note is the absence of melanin in this specimen. It is pure white, presumably an albino rather than leucistic as there is no black pigmentation even in its defunct ocular pits which are a startling deep red. One would have assumed they would be yellow due to the nature of xenomorph blood. This will be investigated in a vivisection is performed." Slowly, Gale walked around the container. The xenomorph turned with him, not allowing Gale to get behind it.

So Gale continued, "The specimen demonstrates the expected level of intelligence, expression high levels of defensive behaviour. It is of average height but weighs in at 163.1 kilograms which is below what we have seen of this caste. Some of this may be attributed to the lack of dorsal spines, though difficult to currently observe, there is evidence that the specimen's have been bitten off; whether in combat or some mutilation by others or self remains unknown. The application of 'Mage Hand' will hopefully induce a more docile and receptive state for further investigation."

Ending the recording, Gale let out a long sigh and watched the xenomorph as it peered back at him. He couldn't help but wonder what the inner life of such a creature was like. Most in the community held the belief that there was no individuality, a hivemind that controlled and operated the various xenos like humans playing a console game but controlling all the characters at once. It made experiments much easier on xenomorphs, no ethical questions when it was nothing worse than clipping a dog's nails. This way Gale's chance to prove that Drones, Warrios, Attendants and Praetorians were all individuals, at least on some level. He'd wanted an Attendant because he was convinced they would know the most about the social hierarchies and inner workings of a hive. Praetorians were too fierce, Drones and Warriors too distant from the Queen. Even Gale himself wasn't deluded enough to entertain the idea of capturing a Queen. So, here was his alleged Attendant. His chance to prove his theories - and ensure he wasn't falling into the curse of confirmation bias like so many before him. This is why he had worked so hard on his 'Mage Hand' contraption. It was his time to shine.

The top of the continer had a series of holes. Even though it wasn't confirmed whether xenomorphs breathed or even had a respiration cycle, Gale considered it part of acclimatisation. Yes, they could survive in almost all conditions but he didn't wish for his specimen to experience thermal shock or the equivalent with the atmosphere they existed in before arriving in his labs. But back to the point. Gale prepared the machine to deliver his 'Mage Hand' through those holes. A series of five metallic fingers extended through the holes before tapping together into a ducks' beak of sorts. That was what completed and fired up the little disk to then attach to the cranial dome of the xenomorph.

On paper it was easy enough. In ideal conditions the xeno would placidly stand there and accept its fate, succumbing to the fields put out by the mini Crown of Karsus - the thing that failed and led to Karsus' demise. Rather than such an idyllic time, Gale got a tornado in a carboard box. The specimen crouched low as soon as the 'Mage Hand's fingers extended into the container. As the Crown activated, it climbed the side of the container and launched to the opposing wall. Round and round it jumped, worse than a trapped squirrel. Thankfully the container was secured and couldn't topple but it shook and clattered as the 'Mage Hand's fingers took a battering. One of them broke, then another and Gale cursed. The activated Crown of Karsus thankfully wasn't damaged but that wasn't going to last for long. Sure enough, a screech erupted from the xeno. It had impaled itself on the broken metal and was thrashing wildly, tail slapping against any surface it could find, yellow blood dripping to the floor.

Gale saw his opportunity. He took it.

The Crown of Karsus glowed, now detached from the remaining fingers of the 'Mage Hand' which retracted slowly, mangled as it was. At least it also pulled out of the xenomorph, mostly eaten away by acidic blood. The xeno itself thumped to the floor and scuttled to hunker down in a corner like a beaten dog.

Something in Gale's chest thumped and fluttered. It wasn't his heart, that was high in his throat and ready to burst with excitement. He needed to turn the machine on to try and bridge the gap between the xenomorph and humanity. He flicked the switch. Garbled digital shrieks erupted from the speakers. Loud, constant and with nothing to decipher. No matter how Gale tuned it, tried to find a pattern or a frequency that was more than the sound of an overloaded computer's death throes, there was nothing. Disappointed, he turned it off. Maybe the xenomorph was an anomaly, of the Crown of Karsus had been damaged in its thrashing. Gale couldn't be wrong. Surely.

In his chest he could feel a bundle of terror, of pain, of loneliness. But also a hint of bitter victory. Of freedom. That was what snagged his attention. Freedom. Mentally, he tried to poke at it and watched as the xenomorph flinched. Approaching the container, this time Gale could walk around it without being followed. He got a clear view of cruelly chewed off dorsal spines, of bite marks that could only belong to a Queen given their size. Rounding back to the side closest to the xenomorph's head, he crouched down.

"Maybe not all is lost yet."

He gave his best effort to sending a feeling of hope towards the xenomorph, trying to follow the thread of emotions that weren't his. Gale wasn't sure it worked. But at least the xenomorph turned to look at him.

[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.

[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!

[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. :)

[invinciblerodent]

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❌Not currently spoiler-free!❌

Fic:

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

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, Pavelyan)

Character list and bios below!

Baldur's Gate 3

Arvid Trygg (he/him, 54)

"Gold dwarf" cleric of Tempus, soldier background

❤️: Gale Dekarios

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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/fighter, 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, Champion spec

❤️: Davrin

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✨Canon Rook✨

Summary:

There is little that is set in stone about Rook, but all of that is pretty well exemplified by Verbena: she is, ultimately, only a person striving to do the right thing, and she isn't particularly concerned with the opinions of those who claim to be in charge to achieve that.

The only difference between her background and the game's Shadow Dragon backstory is that she lost her parents not as a baby, but slightly later in life- when she was around 8 years old, in a nearby slave revolt, a magister's faulty defense system went haywire, and led to the destruction of large parts of the residential area in which she and her parents lived, and her parents lost their lives in the fire that ensued. In the aftermath, it was her paternal aunt, Abelia Caeso, and her husband, Valerius Mercar, who took her into their home.

From a young age, Verbena poured a lot of her emotions and her impotent rage into her training at her uncle's alma mater, and she quickly grew into a promising prospecting officer- but despite Valerius' pulling of the strings (and subsequent resentment at her rejection of the favor), at 18 Ver decided not to pursue a military career, and instead elected to leave the Mercar household, and move into one of the many, primarily Soporati-populated entertainment districts of Minrathous known affectionately as the Redbrick (and locally as Catsbane). Here, she gained some amount of notoriety as one who worked as a security guard, a bouncer, a general blade for hire on most days, and a Shadow Dragon operative on others.

She was sought out by Varric partly based on the recommendations of her fellow Shadow Dragon operatives (that may or may not have come mostly because of the concern over her last job going belly up), and partly word of mouth- just as much because of her role as a reliable and well-loved member of the local scene with word often passing through her as it was because of her reputation for being able to get through even the toughest skulls fairly easily: if not with her words, then with her fists.

Ver often feels in over her head, but it's her sincere belief that if you just keep your feet kicking, the surface is never too far away. All you need at any given time is your next breath- and once you have that, the next, the next, the next. She's a fairly free-spirited, kind young woman whose talent of rolling with- and taking punches equally well won her the dubious honor of being saddled with preventing the latest apocalypse- you know, no pressure.

Tristan Thorne (he/him, 41)

Human (Ferelden/Orlais), Grey Warden warrior, Champion spec

❤️: Emmrich Volkarin

Playlist 🎶 (WIP)

Summary:

Tristan Thorne is an unconventional figure, as he's not... technically, fully, completely, alive.

As a boy of 17 and the oldest of five siblings, he fought to protect his home at Ostagar during the Fifth Blight- and, promptly, lost his life in the process to the deadly blow of a Darkspawn blade, the corruption of the Blight already spreading in his veins as he fell.

It was his stubborn refusal to stop drawing breath, his sheer force of will that caught the attention of a spirit of Purpose hovering just past the ragged edges of the Fade, and upon touching the dying boy's mind, the two fused: both together and apart, two and one, dead and alive- spirit, man, and neither, all at the same time.

He was found by the Orlesian Wardens arriving to clean up the last of the Darkspawn horse, wandering the Brecilian forest in tattered, makeshift armor, and with no real memory of how he got there- rumor has it that no recruit in recent memory and no recruit since had taken the Joining as easily as the skinny Fereldan lad they just happened to stumble into.

Over 20 years have passed since then, and Warden Tristan, though quiet and maybe even harsh by some tastes, rose quickly in the ranks, all the way to becoming a Warden-Lieutenant as he wandered Thedas: from Ferelden, to Orlais, through Nevarra, the Anderfels, and even skirting the southern edges of the Tevinter Imperium.

Few ever got close enough to him to know his secret, and none have lived to see the present day.

Tristan is a brusque, matter-of-fact warrior- a leader who is not unkind, but also isn't particularly concerned with coddling his men, or sharing much about his own life either. Over the course of his life, though he had many experiences, he's not had many intimate friendships, no romantic bonds, and as far as his family is aware, he's decades dead.... but who knows, maybe a certain necromancer can bring him back to life.

In his free time, he does embroidery, ostensibly to keep the fine motor skills of his undead fingers, but his work is also quite beautiful.

Marcus Ingellvar (he/him nonbinary, 27)

Human (Nevarra), Mourn Watch mage, Death Caller spec

❤️: Bellara Lutare

Playlist 🎶 (WIP)

Summary:

Ask him, and Marcus Ingellvar will tell you that there is not much to say about him. He might be persuaded to mention some of his academic achievements, if you have a pair of pliers you might extract from him his preference in hot drinks (he is, all things considered, a peppermint tea type of guy), but unless you're careful, you might just wind up exiting any conversation with him feeling like you've just spent the past hour talking about yourself, and while you do feel much lighter than you did before and he was nothing but courteous and lovely, you have still learned absolutely nothing about him.

And that's the way he's been since he was just a child: taught by the Mourn Watchers who found him in the crypts to always be attentive to the needs of others, he's an introspective, careful, strategically- and scientifically minded thinker, a researcher and necromancer with more to prove to himself than he has to anyone else, but he nevertheless possesses the same rebellious streak that makes Rook who they are- that last part is probably what makes some of his meticulous calculations of risk seem like he fucking stinks at math.

But, maybe if he's good enough, smart enough, virtuous enough, loving enough, kind enough, beautiful enough, he might one day feel worthy of being known.

(An addition to the canonically given backstory is that Marcus is actually of noble birth- the son of an unwed noblewoman who unfortunately passed in childbirth, and her servant lover blinded by terror and grief, who took the child to the catacombs in the hopes that he might later return and "adopt" the child, once he no longer runs the risk of being accused with the murder of his beloved. Unfortunately, that day never did end up arriving. Marcus will most likely never learn that he was always loved and wanted, and that it wasn't callousness, but simple misfortune that put him on this path.)

Aramis de Riva (he/him, mid-thirties)

Human (Antiva), Crow rogue, ??? spec

❤️: Lace Harding

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Summary:

Yeah, that's not his real name- not "Aramis", and most certainly not "de Riva", but for whatever it's worth, it works just as well as any other.

(TBF)

As of yet unplayed:

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

Dwarf (Antiva), Antivan Crow rogue

❤️: Lucanis Dellamorte

Playlist 🎶 (WIP)

Summary: TBD

Syl Aldwir (she/her, 27)

Elf (Tevinter), Veil Jumper rogue

❤️: Neve Gallus

Playlist 🎶 (WIP)

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 his 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).

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Titus News and Tag Post

Whatever day this is in February - I haven't written anything since my last update. I am just not feeling it. I don't know when I'll feel like it. I still love BG3 (c obvious from me continuing to rb BG3 stuff) and am gonna start playing again after the new patch. I apologize to those who have been waiting for updates and I've always appreciated your support. I'm just really tired, as a whole. I hope everyone is doing as well as they can be.

12/16 - Be My Juice Box updated! Tumblr Tag, Ao3 Link

10/20 - Updated Ghost from the Past on Ao3 (Hiatus, while I try to finish Be My Juice Box)

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

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▶ sup! if you're here, you're either here to write with me or judge me for my kinks. either is fine by me, as long as you have fun! allow me to detail what this blog is for and who I am;

I am a trans man in my early thirties. super communicative, the creative type, I dom as a hobby and gravitate to mostly writing top-doms, or at least dominant bottoms. I'm flexible, however, and go where the plot and characters take me! my writing is advanced literate and, despite the nature of the writing I intend to do with this blog, I prefer quality over quantiy and am not interested in writing with anyone whose quality of text doesn't match with mine. I want to feel like we vibe, otherwise I lose interest quick. like said, I like writing tops and doms, but I'm more interested in the gentle, soft, pleasure / service dom and top types than evil, controlling and abusive doms. the kinds with more of a savior complex than a desire to use anyone. that being said, though - it doesn't mean my characters will be entirely soft and can definitely get mean, especially to tease their partners. it all depends on what we want to do with the plot! I prefer writing over discord, but I'm not super particular.

I created this blog to find likeminded kinksters to write with; full list of kinks under the cut. 25+ only. please be advanced literate, as I am too. I'm interested in writing out kinky settings with relationships and love at the heart of them. I'm open to including messed up situations that are due to unfortunate circumstance or that happened in the past, but I am not interested in a purposefully toxic or malicious relationship. if anything, I want our characters to comfort each other through the angst and the suffering and grow together from it, sexually and beyond. power imbalances can be fun, but need to be discussed OOC first.

MxM for the most part, open to fandom, fandomless, CC and OC related storylines! I have plenty of ideas for set-ups and plotlines; if you approach me with the sort of dynamics and kinks you'd be into writing, I'll be sure to toss some suggestions your way.

NOTE; just because my list of kinks is long, it does not mean I'm looking to include all of them in one roleplay. if you, say, are into writing orgasm denial but not bladder control? that's fine!! I'm still into it!!

without further ado; below is, as mentioned, a list of fandoms and kinks I'm open to / looking to include in my writing. if any of it strikes your fancy, don't be shy and hit me up! for a quick example of my writing, feel free to check out my AO3;

DESPERATTED on AO3

▶ fandoms:

Current hyperfixations: Baldur's Gate 3, Dragon Age

• some of my favorites to write:

Baldur's Gate 3, Dragon Age, Criminal Minds, Fallout, Marvel, Supernatural, Squid Game, Stranger Things, The Last Of Us

• favorite canon characters to write against:

(BG3) Astarion Ancunín, Gale Dekarios, Wyll Ravengard, (DA) Loghain Mac Tir, Lucanis Dellamorte, Zevran Arainai, Fenris, (CM) Spencer Reid, (Fallout) MacCready, Scribe Maximus, Charon, (Marvel) Logan Howlett, Tony Stark, Peter Quill, Kraglin, (SPN) Dean Winchester, Castiel, (SG) Gi-hun Seong, (ST) Steve Harrington

• canon characters I have experience writing:

(DA) Varric Tethras, Dorian Pavus, The Iron Bull, Sigrun, (Marvel) Gamora, Nebula, James Rhodes, Remy LeBeau, (SG) Sang-woo Cho, (ST) Eddie Munson

▶ kinks:

【 ♥ = especially searching ATM 】

• yes! :

bondage / shibari, dom-sub, praise, worship / body worship, begging, nipple play, crying, omorashi, ♥ bladder control, bladder shyness, ♥ orgasm control, edging, magic, sex toys, ♥ premature / ruined orgasms, sexual dysfunction, ♥ public orgasms / teasing / desperation etc, multiple orgasms, orgasm torture, forced orgasms, mild humiliation, mild exhebitionism, mild voyeurism, mild monsterfucking, M/M

• possible:

dubious consent, chastity, humiliation, impact play, age gaps, CNC, M/F

• nope:

mpreg, diapers, scat, consuming fluids, littles, DDLG, step-anything, grooming, MAPs, incest, beastiality / full on animals, puppy / pony / etc play, ageplay, raceplay, full non-con / r*pe / ab*se , hard humiliation / blackmail, substance abuse, omegaverse, F/F, sissification or other gender-related humiliation, trans characters (short explanation: gender dysphoria)

all in all... for me, it's the journey of prolonged desire, teasing and waiting culminating into a release that's The Shit 🤌🏻

▶ samples for vibes:

for clarity, none of these were written by me nor are they exactly what I'm looking for. they simply describe the kind of vibe, settings and dynamics I'm looking for (or looking for our characters to have survived).

• I Didn't Say You Could Let Go (AO3, omorashi / abusive past)

with this one, I'd love the idea of (your character) having been The Assett in this situation. (your character) is somehow freed from the situation they've been in and are watched over by mine; (your character)'s prior conditioning takes hold and they have issues performing in daily life, including having no idea how to ask what they need for. my character gently guides them through their issues and into independence.

• When He Can't (AO3, omorashi / bladder shyness)

I adore the setting of a loving relationship with one half having issues and the other loving them through it!

• To Love Or Not To Love (AO3, orgasm denial / edging / sex toys / dubcon)

it's the latter half of this fic for me; the extreme orgasm denial combined with multiple orgasms and pining? yes. yesssss.

[dicethrow]

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

Dice is rolled by Day (he/him), 25+, Irish (GMT). This blog is multi-ship and OC-friendly. All writing is 21+.

Threads: Closed ─ ☆ ─ Asks: Closed ─ ☆ ─ Current activity: Low

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.

MUSES AND RULES BELOW CUT

MUSES

Main muses

Finn "The Fury" Locke – OC/Tav/Rook DRAGON AGE VERSE ─ ☆ ─ HEADCANONS

Lucanis Dellamorte (Dragon Age: The Veilguard) ABOUT ─ ☆ ─ HEADCANONS

Request Only Muses

Emmrich Volkarin – (Dragon Age: The Veilguard) ABOUT ─ ☆ ─ HEADCANONS

Gale Dekarios – (Baldur's Gate 3) ABOUT ─ ☆ ─ HEADCANONS ─ ☆ ─ DRAGON AGE VERSE

Karlach Cliffgate - (Baldur's Gate 3) ABOUT ─ ☆ ─ HEADCANONS

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

RULES

Mutuals only: I’m selective and limit follows due to IRL time constraints. This isn't a reflection on the quality of writing by the other person.

Age: Only write with muns 21+, preferable 25+.

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 or manipulation: Hate speech, call-out posts, or vague posts won’t be tolerated. Be direct if there’s an issue. Attempts to manipulate me in any way will end in a block. No homophobia or transphobia will be tolerated.

DA:TV positivity: I enjoyed the game and don’t engage in negativity about it, I'm just here to unwind and have some fun.

Shipping: Based on chemistry only. Don't assume the ship based on gameplay.

NSFW: Tagged as 'trigger tw' and 'nsft'. No personal triggers. Sexual/suggestive asks require prior OOC discussion or established 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. Do what makes you comfortable.

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

MAINS

deathswcrn ☆ never-surrender ☆ charmingthebones / rubyredtradegy ☆ chaoticbard ☆ truthshaper

[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 :)

[emietook]

Marvel for the fandom ask? Or Dragon Age/Baldur's Gate?

Oh my so many options! Not gonna do them all that would be a giantic post. Kinda want to pick Dragon Age because I’m feeling particularly feral about Solas, BUT! Going with Baldur’s Gate 3 because I’m literally playing it right now while I wait on laundry 😂

3 favorite relationships - Gale and Karlach (He’s a very intelligent wizard with a passion for all things scholarly and she’s a kid from the poorer side of Baldur’s Gate who relied on her brawn not her brains. But they support each other so much!) Shadowheart and Lae’zel (The girls are fighting again! I like watching them go from bitchy to respectful as the game and their own character arcs progress. I can see why people ship it!) Dame Aylin/Isobel (It’s the Knight and her Lady trope to a tee but it’s done well and who doesn’t love a devoted knight!? Also: Aylin is badass and I’m happy she’s happy)

*Special mention: Character I Created/Gale (Best romance in the game. I will not be taking notes. I’ve made like 5 different Tav’s to romance Gale with, that nerdy wizard has me in a chokehold.)

3 fave characters - Gale Dekarios (He’s a powerful wizard, obnoxiously smart, he’s a book nerd, he loves his cat tressym, and despite putting up a pompously confident front he has self loathing and doubt issues thanks to being romantically involved with a literal goddess who groomed him. He’s perfect I adore him to pieces.)

Karlach (She’s kind, fun, optimistic, and will absolutely tear anyone to shreds if they mess with her friends. And it can kinda feel shallow at first but her whole arc of coming to grips with the abuses she endured, and revenge not magically fixing her trauma, and then facing her own death…just brilliant. She made me cry.)

Astarion (I went into the game knowing he was a vampire, which I’m not a fan of in general, and was very popular with the female fanbase so I was kinda ready to really dislike him. This bastard managed to make me actually care about his past, his healing, and everything. I know I shouldn’t but I judge anyone who thinks letting him Ascend is a good choice/ending for him.)

3 favorite moments - Saving The Nightsong and her transformation scene, “I am resplendent!” | Astarion stabbing Cazador and the aftermath | Hearing Raphael sing his own boss battle music for the first time

3 reasons I love the fandom - Old school CRPG (haven’t had a good, top down, turned based, strategy game in a long time and this one is challenging and fun and satisfying all at once) Messed up believable characters (The characters are all traumatized by their pasts in some way but it doesn’t come across as preachy or overdone. It’s overall written well, and while some characters got more time and love than others they all got unique and interesting stories that keep you invested.) Replay-ability (The game is huge! There’s hundreds of things to do and choices to make. They don’t all affect the story but when they do it’s amazing to see how your little choices change things. And! Because there’s so many options starting a new game feels new, even though I know what’s generally going to happen. People are playing years after release and STILL finding new dialog or items they missed. It’s crazy! This game is the closest you can get to playing D&D without actually playing D&D.)

[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:** -