Can't Catch The Man

Romanticizing act one pinning like it’s my full time job

@minecraft-axolotyl 😭😂😂😂

Gale talking to his simulacrum:"Alright, so tell Tav it is of the utmost importance that I speak with them tonight."

Simulacrum:ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Yeah it's me again. Yeah it's more emmrook. Yeah it will happen again.

Current WIP

My Tav Aurelia, the bastard daughter of King Alistair. She traveled through an Eluvian and ended up in Faerûn. You can follow her adventures tonight on Twitch.

Can you tell who she’s romancing??

OC Meme: Savar Mercar

(I wasn't tagged, I just wanted to participate ^_^)

GENERAL

Name: Savar'inan Mercar

Alias(es): Rook, SJ, Savar

Gender: Nonbinary

Pronouns: Any

Age: 25 (As of 9:52 Dragon)

Place of birth: Free Marches Tevinter (Or so they were told)

Spoken languages: Trade, Elven, a bit of Tevene (mostly swear words)

Sexual orientation: Demiromantic Asexual

Occupation: Trained as a bard in order to join the Shadow Dragons when their childhood dream of becoming a Crow was shattered by their father. (Long story, but I'm gonna write a fic about it)

FAVOURITE

Color: Blue

Entertainment: Playing the lute (it was their favorite part of bard training)

Pastime: Reading about elven culture. They didn't grow up Dalish, and their parents were humans, so it was the best way they could think of to find some sort of connection to their heritage.

Food: Most breads and cheeses (or anything Lucanis is cooking)

Drink: Antivan hot chocolate (It's just better there... for some reason)

Books: Anything on elven culture. Or dragons, those are cool too.

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Nope. Most of their magic training came from their parents, and all other academic subjects were homeschooled.

Had sex: No.

Had Sex in Public: Very No.

Gotten tattoos: Oh yes. So many. Usually to mark important events in their life, but one was because of a crush. (Surprisingly, not Lucanis)

Gotten piercings: Nope! Not against them, just never got around to it.

Had a broken heart: Not romantically, but their friendship breakup with Tarquin hurt a lot more than they were willing to admit at the time.

Been in love: Just with Lucanis.

ARE THEY

A cuddler: Absolutely. Much to the delight of their favorite touch-starved Crow. They both sleep better in each other's arms.

Scared easily: Depends! Of cultists and blight? Nope. Of spiders and snakes? Yes, very much so.

Jealous easily: A little. Savar doesn't think they're easily jealous until they see someone else flirting with Lucanis and then it's like "Oh... Oh I don't like this feeling at all..."

Trustworthy: Depends on who you ask. (Just don't ask Tarquin and the answer is yes.)

FAMILY

Sibling(s): None. They are, however, related to the Inquisitor without either of their knowledge (for now). Dorian is technically their cousin-in-law.

Parents: The Mercar parents think Savar is dead. After the job in Nessus forced them into hiding, they were told they could never go back home, and have had no contact (aside from the odd covert observation from afar) with their parents since. They send anonymous gold home when they can, as an apology.

Children: Hell no.

Pets: Eventually (post-game) they adopt a mabari with Lucanis. He is their child. (Debating them also adopting a wyvern because the image of a baby wyvern snuggled up to a mabari warms my heart)

GORGEOUS????????? The composition of this piece makes me wanna scream in the best way possible

My Rook & Inquisitor about to crack an egghead in Veilguard.

Hiya, OP! I'm pleased to inform you that, yes indeedy, a dragon's hoard CAN in fact accommodate a wizard's tower.

Not only that, but dragons within the Forgotten Realms are not only highly intelligent creatures with the necessary means of communicating in order to facilitate such an interaction, but their inherent magic renders them capable of shapeshifting into more "reasonable" forms in terms of size and appearance, should a dragon wish to experiment with a wizard's magic wand without snapping it (and the wizard) in half.

There are many examples within various pieces of FR media of individuals with draconic ancestry- in BG3, we have the Draconic Ancestry Sorcerer as a class option, and in BG2, the blue dragon Bhaalspawn Abazigal is a result of the god Bhaal's tryst with a dragon.

Here are some helpful links if you'd like to learn more! They've got additional sources at the bottom of the pages:

Dragon | Forgotten Realms Wiki | Fandom Half-dragon | Forgotten Realms Wiki | Fandom

TL;DR: If a bard wants to fuck the dragon, they can fuck the dragon! :] (So long as everything is safe, sane and consensual for all individuals involved!)

Dnd question, if wizard and dragon love each other very much, can they cojoin wizards tower and dragons hoard?

READ READ READ READ READ WOMEN I LVOVE WOMEN WHU IS CASSANDRA STRAIGHT ***READ PLEASE***

10/10 made a man cry. And that man...was a Monk (sad cowboy hat emoji)

To Touch the Sun authors note: I wanted to write sad lesbian inquisitor fic for a specific audience (me) for a game that is 10 years old, enjoy! < 1k female inquisitor x cassanda tags: yearning, unrequited love/feelings, religion mention

I never believed in a higher power. But now, as I stand behind you on the balcony, the sun settling into the lines of your scars, Maker, take me—I want to meet your eyes the way you meet mine.

You cursed me at first; you blamed me for her death and all of your suffering, yet even as I was your prisoner, I couldn't hate you. Trying to ignore you was like trying to ignore the sun. Even if I was blind, I could still feel your heat, the beams of light dancing across my skin. Your presence was everywhere, forcing its way through the cracks of my heart, making me believe there could be something more each time you say 'we' or 'us.' The Inquisition, being your Herald, I told myself I could maybe believe in the Maker if you were standing there beside me.

Back at Haven, I watch as you, again, sharpen your sword, steel shavings falling and staining your trousers, your whetstone scraping against the blade, again and again. I watch, mesmerized by your calm confidence, no arrogance to be found. I wonder what sort of woman you are when you aren't sharpening yourself, the blade of your mouth sharper than any weapon. I wonder if you realize how your presence is hotter than any forge.

You learned to trust me, a woman of no standing, with decisions greater than any I have ever known. You prop me up, light my path when I feel like the darkness of the Fade will consume me; you turn my head up from the ground to face the road ahead with dignity and strength I didn't even know I had.

It's hard not to love everything about you as much as you try to force everyone away. Your orthodoxy, your tradition. It should have turned me away like it has turned many others away. Your dedication to the Maker grounds you, and yet you will never know how those same roots have woven tendrils into my heart. You are so rooted to your ways, so assured of what is right, your ideals toeing the line of bigotry. But I am blind to all of your flaws, maybe not blinded, but accepting. Because the sum of all your qualities draws me in instead, a glow from inside you that cannot repulse me no matter how different we are.

You say as the right hand of the Divine, you give, you take, you make a fist to be the enforcer. But who stands beside you at your right hand? Do you know how badly I want to take your fist and soothe your bruises? Kiss the scrapes of your knuckles and feel the calluses of your sacrifices against my face?

You don't need protection. Your guard is up to all, not just me. Yet, I daydream more than I should, much more than I ought to. Feeling the crushing weight of never knowing what it could be like to soothe your aches, to hold your heart in mine, to tell you that I can take your pain away. Will you ever know me?

I feel the ache grow each passing day, your attention never drifting, Maker, how I wish it could drift to me. Another battle comes and goes, metal against metal, and I watch as you carve out your place and our destiny in this chaotic world.

As strong as you are, you are not immune to suffering, to pain. I see it in the flash of your eyes as you speak quietly about your brother. And for all of your muscle and discipline, you still are flesh. You can be cut down just as anyone. In those moments, as I push a flask of potion to your lips, all I can think about is how I wish I was made of glass so I could be the one to give you the kiss of life that keeps you tethered to this earth, to me.

I am no worshiper of the Maker, but Maker, take me, the void that lives in me where religion should be; when I look at you, you make me truly believe in the Sunburst throne. You draw me to my knees, like a page from the Chant; you turn me from skeptic to devout; your light is a balm to my weary, tired soul, outshining the anchor in my hand.

When I finally tell you how I feel, you are flattered of course. But you are swift and polite in your rejection. Like most things, you treat my confession in your own pragmatic way, which I've come to love to hate, cutting my feelings off quickly and cauterizing them so there's no chance of them growing back again. I try to tell myself it was nothing but harmless flirting; it meant nothing, and I can return to simply being your friend, the one that teases and pushes, the one who doesn't take anything seriously, the one who can get over my little crush. But as I turn away, my humiliation is fresh, a raw, open wound that makes it impossible to believe that it won't ever stop the scalding ache that lives in me now.

Maybe the distance you've given me now is a small mercy; you're giving me a chance to realize nothing can happen, to return to my work, and to be the Herald you believe I am. And that's all I can do, return and play my part for you, always being in your orbit, but never being able to venture nearer again out of my predetermined path. I should have known not to try to reach out and touch the sun. Because, in the end, I have nothing but a burn to show for it. 

Now her hand is raised A sword to pierce the sun With iron shield she defends the faithful Let chaos be undone —Victoria 1:3

header/divider credit to @saradika !

BABES I'M FROTHING.............I am a proud supporter of the Demi Gale Agenda 😭😭😭

Gale demi essay when? 👀

WELL SINCE YOU ASKED XD (Seriously thank you <3)

I think Gale Dekarios is Demisexual and here is why:

First things first. The man is devoted. When he loves, he gives his entire heart and soul to his partner. He thrives on a deep connection, and we're all aware of the nerd rizz that drew us to him in the first place.

However, the man is also damn-near OBLIVIOUS when someone starts to flirt with him. It takes a literal mind-reading connection for him to understand that Tav MIGHT like him (because of course picturing kissing him with passion isn't enough to 100% confirm! /s)

"But Gale still has sex with the player" you might ask me. And you are would be correct, but being aspec/demi isn't just about not having sex with someone, it's a lack of attraction until a deep emotional bond is formed. And I do believe Gale forms that bond with Tav before sex happens in act 2.

Some may say that he's just holding back because of the orb, but with the way he seems genuinely surprised that Tav flirts with him at the Tiefling Party, I think he's just using the orb as an excuse to not move things too fast.

Even after the orb is cured, it takes some time (and some water-testing bold flirtations in the shadowlands) to confirm that they're both on the same page before he takes anything further.

When he finally does confess his true feelings to Tav, he doesn't just hit them with an "I love you." No no, that's too vague. He has to give them the full "I'm in love with you." just so they know he means it with his entire orb-filled chest.

He talks about how he wishes they had more time. How "if things were different" he would have taken the time to do things properly, because, as he also says, he cannot change who he is, or how he loves. (let me tell you, as an ace, that line hits HARD)

This is just a side note but if you tell him his kissing is 'out of practice', he says he wishes you two had more time to practice together, and the thoughts of Gale spending time devoted exclusively to kissing his partner, without the pressure or expectations of anything more... You see where I'm going with this (I hope)

Not to mention, even after feelings (and a feelings-cementing kiss) have been exchanged, and he knows Tav feels the same way, he still feels the need to deepen that bond even further before they take things all the way!

He takes them on a magical tour of his home T_T to show them where he came from through what little glimpses into his life he can share. He could just get down to the magical sex part, but he wants Tav to know him in every way.

Physically, emotionally, even spiritually! Gale Dekarios doesn't JUST have sex (unless that is what Tav prefers) he will fuse their souls together in the Weave until they are together as one. (Also, as an ace myself, I think the Weave Sex is fascinating in the fact that there's a way to bond with a partner without using physical bodies. I wish that were real tbh, it sounds very cool!!!)

He knows they don't have the time to act out whatever romantic timeline he had in his head when he first caught feelings (At the very least he hoped to take them on an actual DATE first) but he wants to make damn sure he expresses his love for Tav in the only way he can, with what little time they have left.

Anyway Demi Gale thoughts live in my head rent free, thank you for letting me rant about this on main.

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