𝔗𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔰𝔱

[watcrdeep]

WATCRDEEP: An independent, selective, roleplay blog for Gale of Waterdeep.

Written by Mars (he/him), 25+. Sideblog to @galedikarios.

Roleplay rules are found under the cut.

memes // headcanons

RULES

Mutuals only: I’m extremely selective and limit follows and threads due to IRL time constraints. This isn't a reflection on the quality of writing by the other person. I don't have the time to write with everyone, sorry!

Age: I only write with mins aged 21+, although preferably 25+.

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

Dash only: I don't have a theme and keep my writing aesthetics to a minimum.

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.

Shipping: Based on writing chemistry only. Don't assume the ship based on gameplay. I am selective on who I ship Gale with.

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

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

[ahjiing]

A young Wizard’s best friend.

[watcrdeep]

“it's a little strange. i think i've started looking forward to seeing you.”

@wolf-eyes-wolf-soul

Gale couldn't help but smile at Morren's unexpected confession. Perhaps it was his company, or perhaps simply the fact that he'd arrived bearing stew for her to enjoy. He liked to think it was the former.

"If I dare say, perhaps we're close to becoming friends? At the very least, close allies in this little adventure of ours. I mean, with my magical prowess, my charm, and your remarkable skill with a bow, not to mention the handful of spells you can muster -- I'd say we make quite the pair."

He nearly forgot to hand over the stew amid his own meandering, chuckling softly to himself before passing it across with a smile. It was difficult these days to read whether his presence was welcome once the talking stopped, so he lingered, and waited. The people one met on the road to adventure were a very different breed from the academics he'd known in the great cities of the realm.

But, some folks, Morren especially, had a lovely charm to them that made them far more endearing (and honest) than those within the world of academia.

[jiabisu]

[watcrdeep]

“i think you enjoy keeping people guessing.”

@avernusbeau

"Well, there's certainly some magic in mystery, wouldn't you say?" Gale's smile darkened slightly into a smirk as he sidestepped around the other man.

He was playing the mysterious mage persona well enough, but he knew, deep down, that the truth would have to come out eventually. His condition, the one that demanded he consume magic regularly, was not something he could keep hidden forever. It was something he would need to discuss with at least one member of the party. But who could he trust with that?

It wasn't even a subject he had ever found the strength to raise with his mother -- only with Tara. And each time he fed on magic, the relief eased a little less than before, which only deepened his worry. That, and his own abilities were fading. He claimed to be a renowned wizard, yet struggled now with a fireball -- a spell he'd mastered as a child. He wasn't even as capable as he had been at seven.

And yet he had to persevere, lest he be swallowed by the sea of pain and misery he was merely treading water in. The best way to keep going? Fake a smile until it felt real. Push the bravado until he found the strength to make his claims true again. He had to keep going, because if he failed, the Orb would win.

With that thought, he smiled wider, giving Figaro's shoulder a light pat before gesturing toward the rest of camp, in particular, the little cooking station set up at its edge.

"You know, there is far more magic in the world than of just the Weave. Allow me to show you."

[rpclefairy]

growing closer.

prompts for characters getting to know each other.

“i don't think you realize how much people notice you.”

“you don't seem particularly trusting. then again, maybe neither am i.”

“you have a habit of appearing at interesting moments.”

“you strike me as someone who trusts their gut. am i wrong?”

“i've noticed you always leave before everyone else.”

“i think you enjoy keeping people guessing.”

“you seem restless.”

“it's strange how you can be surrounded by people and still feel alone.”

“have i ever told you that you're difficult to read?”

“you look like you haven't slept.”

“you know this place well enough that i'm starting to wonder if you've always lived here.”

“do you ever worry about the kind of person you're becoming?”

“i've known a lot of people. none of them were quite like you.”

“i can't decide whether people truly change, or if they just become better at hiding parts of themselves.”

“i had the strangest dream last night. do you remember yours when you wake up?”

“the more i get to know you, the more i keep noticing little similarities between the two of us.”

“i didn't realize you'd remember that.”

“most people seem uncomfortable with silence. i never minded it much.”

“you seem to know more than you're saying.”

“you seem comfortable on your own. i wonder if that's the same thing as never feeling lonely.”

“do you always look this serious?”

“you're easier to talk to than i expected.”

“i've always thought trust is harder to earn than people pretend.”

“you always seem to be watching.”

“i think you've been avoiding me.”

“you're not at all what i thought you would be.”

“whenever i ignore my instincts, i end up regretting it. what about you?”

“i wasn't expecting to run into you again.”

“i can't tell if you're someone who enjoys solitude or just tolerates it.”

“i know it sounds childish, but i can't help believing some people are meant to find one another.”

“you make a terrible liar.”

“you don't strike me as the sort of person people forget.”

“i think people underestimate you.”

“i can't decide whether you're charming or frustrating.”

“i don't think i've seen you smile before.”

“i wasn't sure you'd come.”

“it's a little strange. i think i've started looking forward to seeing you.”

“sometimes i wonder if we ever really know anyone.”

“you're surprisingly good company.”

“i think most people would like to believe they're good. i'm not sure it's always that simple.”

“i think being truly understood is a far rarer thing than people realize.”

“i don't usually tell people this...”

“you make that look easy.”