#dicethrow

[writtenmisfits]

@dicethrow asked

"Pretend you're my boyfriend," Gale glanced over his shoulder and then back to Astarion. "Quick, please. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Pretend I'm your what?" Astarion asked, blinking his eyes a few times as he looked to the wizard with the expression of a puzzled cat. They were in the markets of Baldur's Gate, the two of them somehow trusted with enough gold to pick up supplies whilst the others gathered information. He'd been looking at the display of food on the stands in front of him, wondering why in the world he was the one tasked with picking it out when he didn't even consume the stuff.

That's when the wizard had come up behind him, rather close behind him, giving the vampire a surprisingly little bit of a start and then posing the question and offering a favor all in one breath. "Gale, darling, are you feeling all right? Did you hit your head or something? What's going on?"

[corvusregards]

@dicethrow liked for a Teia starter

The Crows had been in chaos since the Demon of Vyrantium returned from the dead, only for the First Talon to be assassinated, and then there were the whispers of Venatori working with Crows. She and Viago had a lot of their plate, a lot of planning and scheming to do. They had to find the traitors, they had to find the ones who killed Caterina and who had sold Lucanis out to the ones in the Ossuary.

Oh, and there were also the contract that Lucanis had to take down gods. As a Talon, she knew that the assassin would need all the support that she and Viago could provide. But, if Viago was going to be of any use, he was going to need to sleep instead of pacing and letting his mind race. Bastardo paranoico.

"Viago, mi cariño, I say this with all the love in my heart for you... if you do not come to bed I will hog tie you and drag you there myself."

[harpershigh]

🎁 (Brazilian funk for Gale pls)

Spotify Wrapped starters

Song: sentaDONA by Luísa Sonza

"They say there are no feelings involved. But baby when I sit, they fall in love."

[nekrotisch-a]

@dicethrow asked:

❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞

... Blood and Darkness || Accepting

"Hopefully I don't prove myself as too much of a handful" Fists rested against her hip with a smile as she tried to ignore the ever so light heat on her cheeks. She was always a fast one, running off place to place, moving onto the next adventure. "And thank you, for making the Lighthouse feel a bit more like home." There was a comfort in it, mainly due to how uncomfortable necromancy feels to others, especially those from outside of Nevarra.

[lcftyambiticns]

♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise? ❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

I've been writing in online spaces for over a DECADE now (whhhhat), and while I've met some incredible people, I've also encountered a few genuinely awful ones. One instance that stands out was when my shipping partner and I were sent a picture of a dead child — I'll spare you the details — because someone was jealous OOC about our characters starting a family???? wtff. This happened maaaany years ago, but it still makes my skin crawl when I think about it :/ Like... who does that???

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

Honestly, I rarely lose my chill and I can't think of anything specific right now? That said, my tolerance for BULLSHIT has dropped drastically over the past few years ^^' I'll try to nope out waaaay before someone pushes me to the point of losing my chill — bc, honestly, stuff like that doesn't happen overnight (in most cases). These are the things I avoid bc they WOULD make me lose my chill; if you gatekeep / whiteknight, stir up drama, act overly possessive of my muse, try to dictate my writing, godmod, push ships I don't want, hound me for replies almost every day, bring nonstop negativity into my space (It's okay to vent sometimes, but if you constantly post irl negativity on your RP blogs, I'm out), ignore the 7th meme and 3rd plotting request I've sent, or if I notice you don't show the same interest in our RPs. Also, bad communication is a pet peeve of mine. I can't read minds. Still, talking to our fellow writers is something we all can improve on, myself included. If something upsets you, I encourage you to speak up. Most things can be solved by using our vocal cords. Or in this case, by typing.

the salty af munday meme

[relentlessgrief]

Finn offers Connor another leg. "Just don't ask where I got it from."

"..."

"Whose is this?"

[coldjustness-archive]

"Tell me, Emmerich, how does one give a skeleton truffles?"

@dicethrow | liked for a one liner.

[fatedmuses]

9. Have you tweaked the character from canon? If so, what did you tweak?

(for the BG3 and Dragon Age crew 💜)

//rubs my gay little hands together lmao

I mean, Gale is obvious in that he's trans on this blog. It's not like it's a super big plot point for him outside of relationships, but it is what he's got going on if you will lol

I don't think I've messed around with Shadowheart or Wyll too much, but give me time lol.

The biggest one's in DA are probably Solas and Alistair, I made them the bisexual disasters they were meant to be lmao. But also Solas and Felassan are nonbinary, even if I generally use he/him for both of them, I should probably update that to be he/they tbh. Or like, whatever, I think you could use anything for Felassan and he really personally would not care lol

I do feel like my Viago tends to be softer than the one in canon? That might not be the word I'm looking for, but that also might be just cause I've written him with people he already cares about (Teia's and Rooks primarily lol) so while he still snaps and gets prickly the edges have already been a bit tempered.

I need to expand on Davrin tbh we can make him a clan we have the technology (imagination lol)

As for Mythal, so much of her is left up to interpretation in the games that she's mine now, I do what I want lol. Is she a bitch? Yeah. Does she genuinely love Solas? Also yeah. Is she doing her best? Sometimes lmao

[melihel-shadowhorn]

✦ one line lyric starter

for Finn - @dicethrow

"A new totality will rise with the new day."

⋆ Song: Abracadabra by Lord of the Lost

[charmingthebones]

Lucanis?

Recommend Romance Partners || Accepting

There is a gentle smile on the necromancer's lips at the mention of the assassin's name. How could he not smile? Lucanis has come to mean a great deal to him. There are too many things for him to adore and admire of the rogue for him to list them all, truthfully. From his determination to his consideration and care of each and every one of them, to his grace and his courage in facing down every challenge thrown his way.

Did he ever think leaving Nevarra, he would find out in the wild the one thing that had eluded him for so very long?

"I am rather fond of my darling Crow." He says with a soft smile, no hesitation in his words, as honest and sincere as he can be.

@taleswritten, @dicethrow

[taleswritten]

@dicethrow sent “ i  just  want  to  feel  something. “ (from Gale)

The words are far more vulnerable than Astarion is used to, making his facial expression soften as he stares at Gale. Gale wants to feel something and the only way that Astarion knows how to help might not be something he wants but he's willing to try.

Astarion inches closer and closer to Gale, close enough that body molds against body as he stares up at the man. His eyes lock onto Gale's while one hand plays with the bottom of his shirt and the other cups Gale's cheek.

"I can help with that, darling." Astarion's voice is lowered into a seductive purr, one that he has used a million times before but maybe, just maybe, it's far more sincere than before.

He's always felt an attraction towards Gale and maybe he needs this as much as Gale does. He wants to feel something to - he wants sex that feels good for once. "If you'll let me, that is." Because he won't force himself upon Gale.

[writtenmisfits]

@dicethrow gets a starter to crack an egg

"Finn!" Tryck called over to the man as he and the others returned to the camp to rest and regroup, tell each other what they had all seen during their exploration of the Underdark. The bard had never been to the subterranean world himself, though he had heard countless tales woven about the mysterious world.

Much of it had lived up to its reputation, though there were some rather pleasant and charming surprises to still be found. Such as the place he wanted to share with Finn now. A secluded little hot spring in a small cave just down the way from camp, lit by the most beautiful bioluminescent flora.

"Just the man I was looking for..."

Tryck still wasn't sure what to make of the pirate, though they'd been traveling together for a little while now. He'd been great company and a fierce fighter, and while thus far he hadn't expressed any interest in the bard's advances, there wasn't much of a disinterest, either.

At least, not when he'd noticed the stolen glances when Finn though Tryck hadn't noticed him. He'd been a performer and a reader of people long enough to recognize what he saw in the pirate's eyes. A flicker of interest, perhaps desire, quickly replaced with shame.

An inner turmoil the bard was not unfamiliar with, though they had been far younger when they had discovered themself.

"I remember your complaint the other day about aching muscles. I've found a little hot spring not far from here while exploring... could be therapeutic, if you're interested... I was going to head there now. I can show you the way?"

[corvusregards]

@dicethrow liked for an Illario starter

Illario paced, feeling like a panther caged in his room, his fancy boots glaring up at him with their taunting extravagance as they wore a line into the fine carpeting he begged Caterina to let him have as a teenager. He was a Dellamorte. Grandson of the First Talon. He deserved the finer things in life, did he not? After what his family had suffered, after what Caterina did to keep them at the top, he deserved the best. Or so he had once thought.

The Traitor Crow.

Worse than death, worse than banishment or imprisonment. He was truly at the bottom now. Truly clinging on to the last rung, and even if a part of him knew and told himself somewhere deep down inside that he deserved it, he was still so angry and bitter about his position.

Angry enough to hop around on one foot and take off that pretentiously fancy boot that a traitor didn't deserve to wear and chucked it towards the door. It opened just as the boot went flying and he saw his cousin ducking and rolling away from the shiny black projectile.

He huffed and scoffed as Lucanis stepped in and shut the door, and immediately stalked and sulked his way over to sit on the edge of his bed, looking anywhere but directly at the First Talon.

"What is it that you want? Have you come here to gloat?" Illario asked, the bitterness in his voice trying to drown out the underlying emotions crawling under his skin. Regret, hurt, uncertainty... fear.

[never-surrender]

Alcoholics Anonymous. What a load of bullshit. Still, it beat rotting in a cell.

Finn had his hood pulled down low around his neck, trying to cover as much of himself as possible. Everything about his posture screamed that he didn’t want to be there. But if he didn’t prove his attendance to his parole officer soon, back to jail he’d go.

"Yeah, Finn," he muttered to the counsellor, barely meeting their eyes. "Just sign there so we can get this over with."

The pen scratched against the paper, sealing the deal. Without a second thought, he snatched the signed sheet, crumpling it up and shoving it deep into his pocket. Enjoy the crumpled paperwork, parole officer bitch.

His eyes scanned the circle of attendees, a motley group of people who, for all he knew, were just as pissed off about being here as he was. He spotted an empty seat next to someone who looked vaguely familiar. Curiosity tugged at the edges of his disinterest.

Well, this could be interesting.

Finn slid into the seat, settling back with a practiced air of indifference. He shot the woman a side glance, his voice low and casual.

"Hey. What you saying?"

Being new was always hard, but getting started and actually being there was even harder. Emma knew that from her own experience, having been coerced into trying AA by her Father. Granted, it had taken a few years for Emma to give in and finally go, but when she finally did? It was far more helpful than she expected it to be.

It was filled to the brim with people just like her who was looking for a way out of their cycle, and while granted there were a few here who were here against their will... Emma knew from experience in the past year or so of attending that they were most likely to quit and fail.

Sobriety had to be their idea... not somebody else's.

Looking up from the book she had been engrossed in when the man sat beside her, Emma blinked once, twice, three times before offering him a wry smile, placing the bookmark into place before shutting the book proper.

"Is this your way of getting my name?" she asks, a hint of flirtation in her voice. "Babe, all you had to do was ask," she purrs after a brief sound of laughter.

"Name's Emmalyn... or just Emma, to you." she reaches out her hand for him to take, the smile still in place that barely reaches her eyes. "And you are?"

[chaoticbard]

"Wait, 'prick' is not a bad word, is it?" (From Finn)

"Finn, dear, to many people it is. So are a slew of other words you throw around. Hells, damn, shit, fuck..."

[fadedmisfits]

@dicethrow gets a starter

"I must say, Gale, I wish you had reached out to me when you first became afflicted..." Emmrich chided his former student lightly, tutting softly with tongue against his teeth as he ran a gloved thumb up the line of a dark vein on the inside of Gale's forearm. Concern etched into the wrinkles of the Professor's furrowed brow as he tilted his head back and forth while he examined the blight infecting the younger mage.

"Though... I am impressed by the way you've managed to keep the infection at bay..." The magics were complicated, and not entirely the sort he'd instructed the Tevinter in, either. Though Gale had yet to go into the full details and story of how he'd become afflicted, Emmrich had little doubt it had to do with whoever taught him the more... questionable magical methods.

"You really should have come to me right away, my dear boy..." Emmrich said with a regretful sigh as he let go of Gale's arm and met his gaze with authoritative concern in his eyes. "I might have been able to do more to help had you... but that does not mean I won't help you now, of course. Not only because you are a former student of mine, but as a member of our little band of would-be heroes, you'll find we all take care of each other here, regardless of circumstance."

Emmrich's attention was drawn away by a garbled hissing behind him, and he turned to see Manfred there, waiting patiently with a kettle and two tea cups on a tray.

"Ah, tea! Thank you, Manfred, how very considerate of you." Emmrich smiled, beaming at his skeletal ward with the same pride he'd looked at upon his students when they'd passed his classes. A look that Gale may have found familiar. Taking a cup for himself, the necromancer gestured for Gale to take his own before making his way to settle in one of the chairs in front of the fireplace.

"Please, Gale, have a seat. Perhaps, if you're willing, you can tell me a bit more about how it is you came to be blighted. No pressure, of course, if you aren't ready yet... but the more I know of the circumstances, the more help I'll be..."