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)
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.
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.
GIRLLLL………. The scream I scrumpt seeing another person getting into DA:I LMAO. I've been neck-deep in this game for a month or two or three and fixated HARDDD on the franchise, so consider this an open invitation to hmu with any questions!!
I started Dragon Age: Inquisition today and I dunno what is happening but I need that Commander CARNALLY 😻
Also, what’s a Templar? Send help, I’m here strictly for the romance!
ACE BG3 BABES WE FEAST AGAIN. 🚨🚨🚨🚨
[Part 1]
Still thinking about Gale with an Ace!Tav.
After their night together, intertwining their spirits in the weave, Tav is elated to fall asleep in Gale's tent rather than their own. Being with him in the weave was strangely satisfying, in a way. They had no idea magic could do such a thing. And if it was something that Gale enjoyed as much as 'the old ways', then as far as Tav was concerned, everything was perfect.
They make their relationship official the next morning. Many grueling days in the shadow-cursed lands often left him with very little magic to spare, but Tav assured him they were delighted to simply enjoy his company. Their nights spend reading together and falling asleep in each others arms were just as important to them as the ones spent in the astral form. He becomes the one silver lining in their otherwise bleak endeavor.
One such night, after reaching the city and finding the Annals of Karsus as Gale requested, they return to the Astral Plane. This time, in a rowboat meant to bring peace and comfort, instead of passion and satisfaction.
Gale lays everything out plainly before him. His desire to claim the crown and become the best version of himself. The version that Tav deserves.
They try their best to convince him he doesn't need to become a God to earn their admiration, but Gale disagrees. If he was already enough for them, then why have they never spent the night together outside of the astral form?
Several emotions come crashing down around Tav at once when they realize their mistake. Keeping the truth from Gale had only made him feel unworthy. He felt that he had no choice but to 'wow' them, rather than woo them.
All this time, Tav thought they needed to find a compromise to hide their true feelings, while Gale had been trying to impress them with his mastery of the weave to hide his own.
If there was ever a time to tell him, this was it.
Taking both of his hands, Tav offers their explanation. Gale isn't exactly familiar with the concept of asexuality, but he's nothing if not open to learning new things.
He listens patiently as they explain the reason why their relationship has been strictly romantic, and why their previous 'encounters' had been exclusively incorporeal. They explain how he is already enough, and apologize for not telling him sooner.
All of Gale's thoughts of godhood are replaced with shock and surprise from their mutual misunderstanding. In turn, he explains his own feelings on the subject, all but outright stating that his relationship with Mystra was also incorporeal, and he feared Tav's eventual rejection in much the same way.
"I'm so sorry I made you feel that way. I promise, you're more to me than magic, Gale. You're already everything I need you to be."
He finally understands. The calm of the astral sea is nothing compared to the relief they each feel in their hearts.
All Tav can do is smile, and kiss him.
Come what may of their adventure, at least they still have Gale.
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?
Gale: I'M GONNA FUCK THAT LIZARD
I’M GONNA FUCK THAT WIZARD
Raphael, son of Mephistopheles, wannabe Archdevil of the Nine Hells...
(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)
ACE BG3 BABES RISE UP?????? 😭😭😭😭
I've been thinking about Gale with an Ace!Tav
More specifically, a Tav that hasn’t told Gale that they’re Asexual yet.
Not because he wouldn’t be accepting or assuring that he would love Tav all the same (because he would) but in the haze of endless battles and conflicts on their path towards a cure for their infection, there was just never a good time!
They could mention it after the night they spent channeling the Weave with Gale, but a simple thought of a romantic walk isn’t enough confirmation that he would even feel the same way. So why risk it?
It might have even come up naturally during the tiefling party, with tensions still high after the defeat of the goblin leaders, but when some gentle flirting leads to Gale telling them his condition poses too much of a risk for a physical relationship, the point becomes moot anyway.
Tav isn’t really sure how to explain that even if they could engage in physical intimacy with Gale, that it isn’t necessarily something they want to do. So they say they’ll wait for him instead, promising that it would never change their romantic feelings for him.
Gale has no idea how much they mean it.
After Elminster stops the orb’s unpredictable power, time is running out for Tav to tell him. Gale becomes bolder in his flirtations, even going so far as to express his desires in front of their other companions after a particularly stressful battle in the shadow-cursed lands.
By the time Gale summons Tav one night for a ‘private conversation’ far away from camp, Tav realizes they should have said something sooner.
Beneath the shining aurora that Gale conjured just for them, it only deepens their feelings towards him. It also raises the potential for hurt, if they were to break his heart by telling him they don’t share the same kinds of feelings he clearly feels for them.
As Gale begins to offer them a night of passion under the stars, they brace themselves to finally tell him the truth, fearing his potential rejection, but what he has in mind is different than what they expected.
The way he talks about using the Weave to connect their souls rather than bodies, electing not to ‘confine ourselves to the pleasures of mortal flesh’, Tav is intrigued. They were never aware of a way to bond with a partner like this that didn’t require a physical form. It was the perfect compromise. A way to show Gale their love for him in a way that he preferred!
Maybe they wouldn’t need to tell him after all.
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