#rolim oc

Commission for @shandoratheexplorer. Her tav Rolim and @amaidienfishienfishi 's Durge Darius.

What can I say? I'd give my life for Rolim and Darius....

Thank you to @mytavruin for this wonderful artwork depicting the softest, sweetest post game moment for Astarion and Rolim.

I love this piece to bits and so I just had to write a scene around it that fit this absolute masterpiece!

Full Fic here (mind the tags!)

This moment will end up in a second, post-game fic.

Astarion got home really late last night, working overtime so he could spend the entire day at home with me. Because it's his birthday, and I want to make it special. It's the first real celebration since we defeated the Elder Brain and I was made mortal again nine months ago. I've planned out the day carefully: it'll start with breakfast in bed, then a stroll through the Upper City, window shopping so he can pick anything he'd like as a gift. In the evening, a small gathering with our friends from the tadpole days at the Elfsong Tavern. I feel giddy the second I wake, a smile curling at the corners of my lips as I sit up slowly, careful not to disturb Astarion's trance. It was surprisingly easy to slip back into the old habit of waking with the birds, greeting the dawn the way my mother and father taught me all those years ago. Sometimes I still can't believe it. I'm free now. I'm no longer a vampire. And I'm married to this incredible man who gives me all the time in the world to heal—who lets me navigate my traumas at my own pace, never once complaining. So today, I want it to be special. As special as I can make it. I've made so much progress. I don't even wear my eyepatch at home anymore. Astarion sees me, all of me—and loves me anyway. His constant support, his patience, mean everything. I slip out of bed, padding barefoot to the kitchen as quietly as I can. Once there, I set to work preparing one of the few dishes I've managed to master again. Getting back into cooking has been harder than I expected. I barely remember what food is supposed to taste like, so making it myself has been a challenge. But eggs, bacon, fresh orange juice, and coffee—I can manage that. I season the fluffy yellow curds just right, crisp the bacon to perfection, and make sure the coffee isn't too bitter. I top it all off with a bowl of grapes for a touch of sweetness. Tray in hand, I pad back upstairs. When I push open the door, my breath catches. Astarion lies in bed, the rising sun painting golden patterns on his bare chest. His breathing is slow, peaceful. One arm drapes across his eyes. He lifts it slightly, finds my gaze, and smiles as he sits up. His silver curls are a tangled mess—and still, he's gorgeous. He always has been. "Oh?" he says softly. "Spoiling me with breakfast in bed?" I remember how to breathe and nod, returning his smile as I step further into the room, balancing the tray carefully. "We could eat on the balcony", I suggest. "A lovely idea", he agrees. "Would you mind putting it out there?"

Rolim and Vincent for my beloved @shandoratheexplorer and there are also two beautiful one-shots written by Shandora where Garrik banged both of them. 😎

S(p)oiling the Warlock (with VIncent)

Thank you, @rubyeyebabybat and @alrendriablaze, for tagging me!

I can't really share the last line I wrote because it's a huge spoiler, so I'll just drop you guys the fanfic itself. The first chapter is up and has only 2745 words

Have fun!

Now onto the teaser for Broken Mirror's next chapter!

"Gods, I'm so tired," I whisper. "It is her right to punish me so. I have failed, and I deserve this."

"Do you, though?" The whispered words sound like they come from far, far away, and oddly enough, they sound just like Rolim.

"Leave me alone," I answer as blood trickles down from the corner of my mouth. I draw another wheezing breath, trying to gather enough magic to heal the damage so I may yet live another day.

I reach for the magic I share with my Dark Lady, but the pool is empty.

I feel so cold…

This is the end, isn't it?

"Shadowheart," Rolim's voice again. "Stay with me."

"I don't need you, and you don't need me," I answer the phantom. "So why won't you stop pestering me?"

"Because you're my friend."

I manage a weak snicker; the cold feeling from before gives way to a gentle warmth.

"Who knew that death could feel so nice?" I mutter weakly.

"Now now, don't be dramatic," Rolim's voice sounds in my ears again. "You're not dead yet."

"I'm hallucinating," I answer. "Clearly, this is it."

But then— I wonder— Why would I dream of him when I lay dying?

Thank you @chaushaus for tagging me!

So, seeing as Rolim already is a spawn in the AU he exists in, let me tell you about his Companion!AU and his Evil!AU...

Rolim will start out (much like Gale) biased against Ascension. But if the PC pushes him to make more and more selfish choices, he will eventually be convinced to do it.

But the moment he consumes all 7000 souls, he realizes he's become a monster and attacks the party in a fit of rage.

There is no AU where Rolim becomes a true vampire and lives.

Now for the Evil!AU

Things go as they should, and Rolim is turned mortal again, but after he wishes the 7000 back to life, things go downhill.

See, in his canon, Vincent and Xandris are determined to kill those who want to continue where they left off (a life of crime). But Rolim tells them not to; instead, they're rehabilitated and resocialized.

Many of them actually do turn their lives around.

But in Rolim's Evil!AU many of them don't. And Ro feels guilty for every hurt and every death these people dish out to the point where he eventually snaps and goes to hunt them all down.

Once they're all dead, he turns his attention to other criminals, but instead of staying a vigilante, he worms his way into the council and passes stricter and stricter laws.

He becomes a dictator who punishes even stealing as harshly as possible, but to him, it is utopia.

He doesn't realize people are living in constant fear of even frowning, thinking he might punish them next.

The inspiration for this AU comes from the "too good" world of Charmed. (I can't find a clip on YouTube right now, but in one of those episodes, Phoebe is shot simply for false parking. So yeah, think of Rolim passing laws like that all while believing he's preventing greater crimes by doing so.)

I've been MIA on Tumblr for a while, so that's a nice way to come back <3

Thank you @tynithia for the tag!

I got Darius brainrot when seeing this man with a Ponytail and now I have to write smut about it.

He belongs to @amaidienfishi

As I enter the restaurant, I look around to try to spot him, and nearly stumble over my own feet when I finally do. He's wearing a soft, dark blue shirt that really brings out his eyes. Open to show off that chiseled chest and the slight body hair he has growing there. But that's not even the best about it all. Because— Gods help me. That ponytail is outright criminal. Bringing out his jaw even more than usual, I find my eyes glued there as I stumble my way over, mouth dry and clearing my throat. "Hey, little dancer," Darius smiles, standing up to greet me. "H-Hey," I croak, my mind running away from me. I can feel my face heat up as I think about all the nice and naughty things I could do with that ponytail. And Darius notices, of course, he notices. "Something the matter, babe?" "Ah, n-nothing," I stammer. "Just… why the ponytail?" I ask. "Felt like it," Darius shrugs as we sit down. "You don't like it?" "Quite the opposite," I chuckle, slowly gathering myself after hiding behind the menu for a minute or two—it was five. "I find it incredibly sexy and, well…" I trail off, looking up at him might've been a mistake. The images I just got out of my head are playing back again in all their delicious clarity. "Well?" Darius asks, his cheeks creasing into a soft smirk. Oh, he knows exactly what he's doing to me. But two can play this game, can't they? "Hm, you'll see," I say instead, smirking back, though my cheeks still heat up at the tease. "Will I?" Darius asks. "What about a little preview, hmm?" he grins, reaching for my hand.

I've been tagged by @lottavilja @denesmera and @chaushaus for a few things so here's a WIP snippet!

This chapter of Meleth Nestadui is currently with my beta-readers :3

When I enter the house and put the groceries on the counter, the door to the office is ajar. "Astarion?" I call out, getting no answer from him. It isn't until I walk up the stairs to stow the massage oil and liquid chocolate that I smell his favorite bath salts. Putting the two bottles on the bedside table, I head into our bathroom, finding him submerged in the tub, pinching the bridge of his nose. He looks up when he hears the door. "Welcome home, galad nín", he smiles, sitting up a little straighter. I pull the small stool toward the edge of the tub and sit on it, greeting him with a kiss. "That bad, huh?" I ask. He can't talk about it, at least not in detail, but venting a little has helped him relieve some of the stress in the past. "The evidence is inconclusive, I think some of it was planted, but there's no proof… yet", he tells me. "Devella is on it, though." "She'll find something, I'm sure. She has keen instincts", I smile and rake my fingers through his damp hair. "Oh, I know. I just hate the waiting. We might have an innocent man in prison while the real perpetrator roams the streets." He sighs softly, purring almost as he presses his head deeper into my touch, savoring the comfort of intimacy. I continue to massage his scalp until he visibly relaxes, his eyes fluttering closed. "I brought a surprise home", I change the topic, knowing he can't tell me more than that anyway. If he relays his suspicions and the man were to be on the receiving end of vigilante justice, it'd go against everything Astarion stands for. "Oh?" he peeks one eye open at me, a smile lifting the corners of his lips. "Yes", I nod. "I gave some of my roses to Derryth, and she made a lovely smelling massage oil out of them", I tilt my head toward the bedroom. "What do you say? Will you let me pamper you a little?"

I was tagged by @roguishcat and @chaushaus, and maybe some more, but I fell into a hole during the Christmas holidays lol

Anyway, here's some angst I wrote the other day.

859 words of Astarion telling his dad to shove it and cuddling with his fiancé.

It'll all eventually end up in the wedding one-shot/short that I plan to do for Rolim and Astarion this year.

tagging @nw39 @denesmera @lottavilja @dramatiquechipmunk @arachnomancer @ankhegs-in-my-salad @optimisticgrey and tagging back @chaushaus @roguishcat