Hello!

[wovenambition]

Independent Gale Dekarios roleplay blog Highly Selective, Mutuals Only written and loved by jax

Dossier/Verses || Memes || NSFW Memes

heavily associated with the bottoms to my tops @taleswritten heavily associated with @roguefangs et al heavily associated with @dicethrow

mains:

@fleshcarverfugitive, @ramazithsfinest

blog roll:

most active: | emmrich volkarin | the antivan crows | john constantine | low activity: | astarion ancunin | gale dekarios |

Rules Below Cut

Mutuals only

Non-Exclusive

Don't be a dick

Mun does not equal muse.

Mun is a 40 year old elder millenial queer (they/them) with 0 tolerance for bigots and content police.

Personal/fandom blogs are welcome, I just ask you don't reblog my RP threads. Liking or commenting on them is okay. If you take anything from my headcanons, please just give me credit.

I run a lot of blogs so activity will be sporadic but you can always come to me on discord if we're mutuals.

Call out and purity culture are not welcome here

Triggering content will be written, I will try to tag it the best I can. Please let me know/remind me if you need something tagged.

Triggering content will include things such as sex, drugs, violence, chronic pain, toxic relationship dynamics, and death . This will be tagged with "tw" and the word, as with most other triggers. If something needs to be tagged for a specific trigger, let me know. I don't always remember who needs what tagged.

I do not RP any of the subject matter above with underage muses

Smut will not be under a read more unless the other writer prefers read mores, it will all be tagged nsfw or nsfw ish

SMUT IS NOT EXPECTED FOR INTERACTION. While I love writing the subject matter, I know not everyone does. I will never force it and do not expect it, especially if it's in your rules. Light spice/suggestive themes, time skips and fade-to-black are absolutely fine if that is your comfort.

Smut will NOT HAPPEN WITH UNDERAGE MUSES. Most of my muses are in their 30s or older, some in their later 20s. I will not have any of them involved with muses under 18 unless is it a purely platonic and/or familial relationship.

I do write abo/omegaverse things on this blog. I will tag such threads and content as "abo verse" for people to blacklist.

I love, love, love shipping, but I never expect a ship. However, many of my muses are very flirty and easily fall in love, and I won't change that about them. I am all for unrequited love and unreciprocated feelings in interactions, just realize it is never to try and force a ship. That being said, if you want to ship, just let me know! I'm pretty open about any and all ships, crackships, cross-ships, toxic ships, familial, platonic life partners... all of the ships.

Muses are sporadic and subject to change

My length may vary but I typically find it hard to limit myself to less than 3-4 paragraphs. I never expect length 100% of the time, but I do appreciate effort in replies and find it easier to reply to at least a paragraph or two.

Activity can be selective, please be patient and realize I write with the flow of the muse

If you have issue with me or my mains, please just block and move on. I do not support drama, I do not support legitimately harmful people, and I do not support witch hunts for written content

[rubyredtragedyarchive]

I'm gonna be going to low activity on this blog, which pretty much for me means I'm gonna be focusing on only things I have with my affiliates/mains/established partners over here right now, just for my sanity and so I can give myself a bit of a breather.

Ask box is gonna be mostly emptied, a few older threads that have been sitting for months I may drop. I'm keeping a few things sparking joy but right now I'm trying to slim down and focus more on the people I have established writing with on my BG3 blogs.

You can find me more active and open for new things on my Emmrich @charmingthebones and Crow multi @corvusregards though, and they all have BG3 verses and others to fit in.

[wovenambition]

same goes kind of for over here though I'm more open to newer things with newer interactions because I don't have a lot going on with Gale right now, but I may be slow to reply.

[aedearly]

✎ . . . 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑬 𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑹.

₊˚⊹ a collection of loose poem verses, quotes or lyrics from various books and chansons. most were written originally in portuguese or french, and were translated to english by me. some are extracted from personal poems, as well! they all have some type of religious reference/motif. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst and suggestive! feel free to edit as you see fit.

❝ i never felt more alive than when you called me your angel. ❞ ❝ saints above help me… don’t look at me like that. ❞ ❝ admit it, you’d have taken a bite out of eden, too. ❞ ❝ what are you waiting for? pray. ❞ ❝ confess. repent. repeat. ❞ ❝ for you? i will be any believer you want me to be. ❞ ❝ run away with me, where no gods can find us. ❞ ❝ i begged for a miracle. instead, i got you. ❞ ❝ you smell like the devil. ❞ ❝ where is your faith now? ❞ ❝ call me a sinner. ❞ ❝ the way you call my name sounds like heresy. ❞ ❝ in your gaze, i find my prayers answered. ❞ ❝ your lips are scriptures i long to memorise. ❞ ❝ even silence feels sanctified like this. ❞ ❝ when you embraced me, i felt like i was cradled by divinity. ❞ ❝ i do not wish for the stars to hear us now. ❞ ❝ meet me at our shared altar, where our ghosts can dance. ❞ ❝ kiss my hand. make me feel holy. ❞ ❝ your love feels like a fallen angel’s curse. ❞ ❝ please, can’t you be my sanctuary tonight? ❞ ❝ should i kneel and beg you to look at me again? as if you’re a saint? ❞ ❝ worship does not come cheap. ❞ ❝ must i pay for my sins? cry for forgiveness? ❞ ❝ hate me, blame me, crucify me; just please don’t walk away. ❞ ❝ i do not know how else to love you if not like a sinner. ❞ ❝ you were my redemption; now you are my ruin. ❞ ❝ the weight of your absence is my penance to bear. ❞ ❝ i built cathedrals of dreams, and you razed them to dust. ❞ ❝ you’re a hymn that haunts my mind at midnight. ❞ ❝ you left me bleeding for you, devoted—abandoned. ❞ ❝ i prayed to forget you, but even the heavens refused. ❞ ❝ do not tempt me with your promises. ❞ ❝ hellfire has nothing to your touch. ❞

[heheheku]

I want to post these pics together :>

[roguefangs]

𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤. a lovely rosy hue that he has half a mind to each out and touch so that he can trace the heat upon his skin with cold fingertips. the closest he'll get to a taste of his blood now that the corrupted sliver of weave buried in his chest has tainted it , and so perhaps his red eyes linger on it longer than they should.

but , oh? he doesn't disagree? astarion's lashes flutter , blinking in surprise at how easily gale seems to warm to the idea. looks ahead of himself again , and the way his head tips forward a slight hides the smirk upon his pale lips behind the hood of his cloak , just for a moment. steps oh so conveniently around a dip in the cobbled road that's collected rain water , not to get his new ( stolen ) boots dirty , and it allows him to sidle up to the wizard ever more.

' you don't disagree? unusual for you. ' the vampire mocks gently , yet knows their conversation might still once they return to their rooms at the elfsong. a pity , but there's no guarantee that they'll be alone as so many of them are piled into the same sleeping quarters. a resigned little sigh as he slips his arm from around gale's , though the wizard seems to have other ideas. doesn't let him go so quick , and he's face to face with him just outside the tavern.

both of his hands held in sure yet gentle grasp , and for just the damn once , astarion gets exactly what he's asked for. no games. no ulterior motives , gale's or his own. just a little sincerity and he seems visibly taken aback by it. a tilt of his head and how he squints , trying to find the lie there in gale's voice , but he doesn't find it. swallows every word of accusation he might spit back at him , and nods just barely.

' yes , well ... ' a short clearing of his throat as he soldiers on past any genuine show of sincerity himself , for he doesn't think he could manage it on the stop. ' shall i assume tonight , then? unless it's too short notice , of course. the world is about to end , but i wouldn't want to assume you don't already have plans. ' he says flippantly , fingers fidgeting against the palm of gale's bandaged hand. @wovenambition

[wovenambition]

Gale isn't sure when he'd last felt his heart pounding so madly. The last time he had felt so absolutely nervous. He almost wishes he could swallow back his words as he stands there beneath the scrutinizing and squinting gaze of the rogue.

He knows Astarion by now, and he fully expects the other man to snap back with a quip about how utterly foolish the wizard is for actually asking him. Of course, it would sting, but he would laugh it off, tell him it was a good laugh even if it is at Gale's expense. Though he hasn't been that sort of sarcastic and snarky impish rogue lately, at least not towards Gale, it wouldn't be out of character.

And so he expects it. Yet it never comes.

Instead he's clearing his throat, almost seeming bashful about the prospect of Gale's intentions being genuine. It's a curious look on the rogue, a surprisingly endearing one even as Astarion fidgets with his bandage and tries to look as if he won't be hurt if Gale says not tonight.

"Plans? My plans tonight consist of reading a good book and drinking a half-way decent glass of wine that doesn't come from a questionable and dusty bottle found in an abandoned ruin or a broken crate." Gale says with a gentle smile, still feeling his heart racing and certain that Astarion's sensitive senses can pick it up, but maybe that isn't such a bad thing. Let him know how he makes the wizard's heart thrum.

"I could forgo all that just to be in the company of a dear friend for the evening..."

[taleswrittenmoving]

Astarion had assumed after killing Cazador, he would feel much better. That he would feel elated and happy but right now, all he feels is....numb.

The feeling will go away and he'll learn to live again but for right now, it doesn't feel real. It doesn't feel like he's free. Some illogical part of him wonders if this is some sort of dream and he hasn't been free of Cazador.

Not a word has been uttered since Gale had convinced him to get in the tub, he doesn't even look at Gale and instead stares at the water tinged with blood. Cazador's blood.

It is only when brings the cloth to his face after speaking that Astarion even acknowledges that Gale is even speaking to him. He blinks and tilts his head up to look at Gale as he drags the cloth across his cheek.

I'm proud of you. You're free, Stari.

It makes him want to fall apart all over again. It makes him want to sob until he cannot sob anymore. Two hundred years spent living in fear and chained to a cruel Master and he's finally free yet he feels so ready to break down sobbing all over again?

It's pathetic.

Tears pool in his eyes again and he curses himself for it under his breath, bringing his hand up to try and wipe it away but it does little good when his hands are soaked in water.

After a moment, his arms come to wrap around Gale's neck to pull him closer, he tries not to yank him into the tub but he doesn't particularly care or notice if he does.. He shifts to press his head against Gale's neck, inhaling his scent as a form of comfort.

"Free..." Astarion mutters before he's laughing between the tears. "I haven't been free in many many years. I'm not sure what to do with it, darling."

[wovenambition]

Gale is patient, he doesn't feel as if he has any other choice to be. After everything Astarion has been through, after everything that Astarion has had to do to survive this long, this far, he deserves all the patience the wizard can offer to him.

He doesn't expect the rogue to speak, nor does he expect him to do much but remain silent, though he hopes that at some point he'll hear his lover speak and let him know that he is at least there, present, and not lost somewhere deep in his mind. He expects the tears, and he doesn't say a word about them, only reaching a hand up to brush them away from Astarion's cheek.

What he does not expect is the vampire's arms to suddenly be around him and tugging him close, resulting in the human indeed slipping right into the tub with Astarion.

But he doesn't complain, he doesn't even try to slip out, even if he's half-clothed. There's room enough for the two of them, and if what Astarion needs in that moment is to be held, to be clung to, then that is what Gale will give him, gladly and unequivically.

"You can do anything you want with it, Stari." Gale says softly, his arms slipping around the rogue as he resigns himself to settle into the tub with the vampire, pants and all. He doesn't care, he'd happily let himself sit in drenched thick cotton and wool if it meant Astarion felt comfort.

"Within reason, of course..." Gale adds then, a small bit of snark in his words but he eases that away as he holds on to the vampire, pressing a kiss to his forehead tenderly. "I think, however, you are going to do wonderful things with it, mark my word. Look at how much good you've already done, my love. The people you've helped, the people you've saved..."

Including me... Gale thinks fondly, a smile on his lips.

[heheheku]

[wovenambition]

@taleswritten, @roguefangs

[devnmon]

he’s in my head so much i might as well give him some

[wovenambition]

@bearlydruid asked

“Another day of being a bisexual disaster.”

Gale raised a brow to the druid as he came to sit at the fire while the wizard tended to the soup on the boil. His fingers on his bandaged hand were stiff, pained, and so he used a spell of Mage Hand to stir the contents as he added in spices and vegetables.

"Are you speaking about yourself or yours truly?" The wizard asked with a little bit of a chuckle, his attention only briefly on the soup a moment more before he's looking over to Halsin with a playful grin.

"What sort of disaster is it? Anything that I might be able to help you with, or are you speaking more in an allegorical sense of the situation we seem to have found ourselves in?"

[aedearly]

✎ . . . 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑬 𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑹.

₊˚⊹ a collection of loose poem verses, quotes or lyrics from various books and chansons. most were written originally in portuguese or french, and were translated to english by me. some are extracted from personal poems, as well! they all have some type of religious reference/motif. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst and suggestive! feel free to edit as you see fit.

❝ i never felt more alive than when you called me your angel. ❞ ❝ saints above help me… don’t look at me like that. ❞ ❝ admit it, you’d have taken a bite out of eden, too. ❞ ❝ what are you waiting for? pray. ❞ ❝ confess. repent. repeat. ❞ ❝ for you? i will be any believer you want me to be. ❞ ❝ run away with me, where no gods can find us. ❞ ❝ i begged for a miracle. instead, i got you. ❞ ❝ you smell like the devil. ❞ ❝ where is your faith now? ❞ ❝ call me a sinner. ❞ ❝ the way you call my name sounds like heresy. ❞ ❝ in your gaze, i find my prayers answered. ❞ ❝ your lips are scriptures i long to memorise. ❞ ❝ even silence feels sanctified like this. ❞ ❝ when you embraced me, i felt like i was cradled by divinity. ❞ ❝ i do not wish for the stars to hear us now. ❞ ❝ meet me at our shared altar, where our ghosts can dance. ❞ ❝ kiss my hand. make me feel holy. ❞ ❝ your love feels like a fallen angel’s curse. ❞ ❝ please, can’t you be my sanctuary tonight? ❞ ❝ should i kneel and beg you to look at me again? as if you’re a saint? ❞ ❝ worship does not come cheap. ❞ ❝ must i pay for my sins? cry for forgiveness? ❞ ❝ hate me, blame me, crucify me; just please don’t walk away. ❞ ❝ i do not know how else to love you if not like a sinner. ❞ ❝ you were my redemption; now you are my ruin. ❞ ❝ the weight of your absence is my penance to bear. ❞ ❝ i built cathedrals of dreams, and you razed them to dust. ❞ ❝ you’re a hymn that haunts my mind at midnight. ❞ ❝ you left me bleeding for you, devoted—abandoned. ❞ ❝ i prayed to forget you, but even the heavens refused. ❞ ❝ do not tempt me with your promises. ❞ ❝ hellfire has nothing to your touch. ❞

[perpetualmaladaptivedaydream]

You’re telling me I have to be okay with this pixelated character, looking like…this…not being real? 😭

[galedickarios]

My body's the vessel for an orb of corrupt Netherese magic, remember? Not for the faint of heart.

Well, you're full of surprises. Safe to say this will never happen again. I'll go and find something on four legs to eat I suppose. See you in the morning.

[laurenwalshart]

The Weave

[wovenambition]

@roguefangs asked

▤ = falling asleep on them.

The wizard doesn't know how long it is he's been laying there in the corner of their communal room at the Elfsong, cradling the vampire in his arms. The others know better than to come into their space, though he knows they are just as concerned for the pale elf as Gale is. The walk back from the palace had not been the triumphant return the wizard had hoped for the rogue. Instead, Astarion almost seems more broken than when they had marched into the palace to take down the Vampire Lord of Baldur's Gate. And they did, and Astarion was magnificent with the way he'd struck down Cazador with the Blood of Lathander. Free. The rogue finally was free. Not only free, but making the choice to give his fellow spawn a new freedom into the Underdark, a choice that admittedly make him proud of the rogue.

Apparently, it's a choice that the Morninglord deemed unworthy of one of his cleric's. And now Astarion, his very complicated rogue, is another unfortunately discarded pawn in the Gods' grand scheme of fuck all.

Maybe he's a bit bitter because his own meeting with Mystra and everything she had to tell him still lingers in his thoughts. How easily and cruelly do the divine play with the hearts of mortals. But he shoves away his worry, his pain, there'll be time to deal with that later. Right now, his rogue needs him.

So he lays there in bed with Astarion laying against him in fitful rest, doing his best to just hold on to him and let him know that at least Gale is there for him. That Gale isn't going to leave, that he isn't going to expect more of the rogue than he's willing to give.

His hand brushes softly through the rogue's hair, holding Astarion against his chest in the vampire's restless slumber, whispering soft assurances he isn't even sure the other can hear but he means with every bit of his heart. "I've got you, Stari, I'm here for you, and I'm not leaving your side..."

[roguefangs]

𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. at least , now that the cause has been stopped , and gale at least doesn't reek of active decay. but still does he hold at his arm gently , fingers splayed against the bandages that wind around his wrist and the back of his hand. the amount of times he's helped him change them , bathe the deep wounds , perhaps astarion feels it's familiar enough.

he can hear , however , exactly how nervous gale is. how his heart pitter - patters and seems to dance about in his chest. the weak pulse at his rotted wrist as his fingers curl around it. but what's more , the delicious and dare he say quite charming flush of slight colour in his face that would likely go unnoticed to anyone but a blood drinking fiend as he is. astarion looks back at him with a pointed smirk that could likely make the madam of sharess' caress blush.

it's almost as if he can see the wizard overthinking it right in front of him , as they sidestep stallholders packing up from a day of selling papers , a child running home before it's dark and the dog that obediently follows at their heels. lamps are being lit as they walk and day turns to night about them , and he still waits on an answer. and gale's answer once more deflects delightfully and it makes him laugh , quiet and breathy.

' then ... ' he begins , to not fall into the trap of another long silence. astarion watches the road in front of them as they near the elfsong , and it's safe to say no guards have followed him , but he'll pretend to check. ' you would ask me , and i would say yes , out of sheer curiosity at what exactly that would entail. ' he hums , which is an effort at not overstating things.

gale if anything is a hopeless romantic and he doesn't wish to lead him on , heavens no. but to be someone that catches the eye of the famed wizard of waterdeep sounds like an intriguing way to spend the last few weeks , maybe days of one's life. the absolute won't wait forever. the attacks on the city are getting worse. but they can have something ... nice , can't they?

' unless you disagree , of course. ' @wovenambition

[wovenambition]

Very truthfully, he doesn't hear at first much past Astarion's 'I would say yes' remark, and he has to go back and rethink through the rogue's full answer. Sheer curiosity. Somehow, that doesn't ring as true as he thinks the rogue wants it to. Or maybe it's just more of that wishful thinking of his.

Wishful thinking that he could, perhaps, have something nice in the coming days, the coming days which may very well be their last. He doesn't know what will happen with the Absolute, and he still has one more meeting with Mystra that he has been very severely putting off.

A date with a handsome and intriguing pale elf who has been a mixture of intrigue, kindness, and infuriation all at once in an undeniably alluring way... and oh do his cheeks feel a bit warm.

"I don't... disagree at all." Gale says with a shake of his head, and there's a smile on his face as he looks down and watches his feet on the pavement, warm and maybe a little shy and hopeful. What he even dares hope for he isn't even sure.

They've reached the Elfsong, but Gale pauses before the entrance, heart thrumming in his chest as he turns fully towards Astarion and takes each of the vampire's hands in his own with that same warm and hopeful smile.

"So what do you say to satisfying your curiosity, then, hmm? I would certainly be willing to show you what a date with me would entail..."

[aedearly]

✎ . . . 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑬 𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑹.

₊˚⊹ a collection of loose poem verses, quotes or lyrics from various books and chansons. most were written originally in portuguese or french, and were translated to english by me. some are extracted from personal poems, as well! they all have some type of religious reference/motif. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst and suggestive! feel free to edit as you see fit.

❝ i never felt more alive than when you called me your angel. ❞ ❝ saints above help me… don’t look at me like that. ❞ ❝ admit it, you’d have taken a bite out of eden, too. ❞ ❝ what are you waiting for? pray. ❞ ❝ confess. repent. repeat. ❞ ❝ for you? i will be any believer you want me to be. ❞ ❝ run away with me, where no gods can find us. ❞ ❝ i begged for a miracle. instead, i got you. ❞ ❝ you smell like the devil. ❞ ❝ where is your faith now? ❞ ❝ call me a sinner. ❞ ❝ the way you call my name sounds like heresy. ❞ ❝ in your gaze, i find my prayers answered. ❞ ❝ your lips are scriptures i long to memorise. ❞ ❝ even silence feels sanctified like this. ❞ ❝ when you embraced me, i felt like i was cradled by divinity. ❞ ❝ i do not wish for the stars to hear us now. ❞ ❝ meet me at our shared altar, where our ghosts can dance. ❞ ❝ kiss my hand. make me feel holy. ❞ ❝ your love feels like a fallen angel’s curse. ❞ ❝ please, can’t you be my sanctuary tonight? ❞ ❝ should i kneel and beg you to look at me again? as if you’re a saint? ❞ ❝ worship does not come cheap. ❞ ❝ must i pay for my sins? cry for forgiveness? ❞ ❝ hate me, blame me, crucify me; just please don’t walk away. ❞ ❝ i do not know how else to love you if not like a sinner. ❞ ❝ you were my redemption; now you are my ruin. ❞ ❝ the weight of your absence is my penance to bear. ❞ ❝ i built cathedrals of dreams, and you razed them to dust. ❞ ❝ you’re a hymn that haunts my mind at midnight. ❞ ❝ you left me bleeding for you, devoted—abandoned. ❞ ❝ i prayed to forget you, but even the heavens refused. ❞ ❝ do not tempt me with your promises. ❞ ❝ hellfire has nothing to your touch. ❞

[partywithponies]

The best ship dynamic is actually just. "I love you and it terrifies me. I'm terrified how much I need you and how much I want you to need me. I'm terrified I'm no good for you and I'm going to hurt you and ruin you and I'm terrified of how I feel when you're around me but I can't bear to push you away completely because I'm terrified to be without you so now we're stuck in limbo and that's terrifying too. I'm terrified that if I lost you now it'd destroy me and I'm terrified that it's too late to do anything about it. I love you. And it's terrifying."