At the very end, we were nothing but ghosts: pale silhouettes painted in violence.
The blog is mostly dedicated to the appreciation of Rolan BG3 ¯\_(ᵕ—ᴗ—)_/¯. Gifs and writing. And Nimriel, of course, my drow OC you see plastered all over here :3 I also love wallowing in my misery from time to time, so, be warned! (,Ծ_Ծ,)
♥ All my gifs and pictures -> #wasteful sam stuff
♥ All my writing -> #wasteful sam fic
♥ Modded Rolans (aka Rolanverse): -> #Cambion Rolan, #Rolan the Miresworn, #Flower Knight Rolan, #Master Rolan (featuring @alrendriablaze amazing smutfic based on him :3)
♥ All Nimriel-related -> #OC: Nimriel
♥ Nimriel x Rolan -> #Thunder Valkyrie (I will expand it one day, I swear)
♥ How I recreate Rolan, Zevlor, and Dammon in BG3
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♥ Worthy - my main ongoing long fic (3rd person, multiple POVs). Rolan/female drow Tav named Nimriel + developing Dammon/Karlach relationships and some other winks at potential ships.
It's a slow-burn story with mutual pining, angst, and eventual smut. It covers the events of all three acts, mostly from Rolan's point of view, and expands on his character, giving him more agency. The same goes for some companions/minor characters.
The story can be found on AO3 or, if you prefer reading on Tumblr under the #the Worthy fic.
Wordcount: 76k+, ongoing
♥ Blades and hearts laid bare [18+] - smut (3rd person, Rolan x Nimriel, rough sex, cunnilingus, Rolan is confident and dominant AF, ass slapping (a lot), dirty talk).
After a close call in battle, Rolan and Nimriel have to confront the insatiable lust they have for each other. The lovers go through a full circle of emotions: anger, regret, passion, and devotion. Hiding feelings in plain sight, they succumb to each other, knowing that tomorrow may never come.
This fic is a part of the “Worthy” cannon, but can be read separately :3 Read on AO3 or Tumblr
Wordcount: 5,8k, finished
♥ That day, I died with him - horror (1st and 3rd person, Rolan's POW, body horror, psychological horror, blood and violence, angst, major character death).
The fic starts with the entry of Rolan's diary, where he recounts how he killed Lorroakan. The notes quickly reveal that Rolan struggles with piled-up mental issues caused by the events of the past and rapidly approaches the breaking point.
The fic is an entry to the Miresworn AU - a longfic I am slowly starting to work on. I have been consumed by the idea of writing a dark Rolan fic for a while now. A universe where Cal and Lia die in Shadow-Cursed Lands, and Rolan looks for ways to resurrect them. In his pursuit, he begins using Thay's Necromancy. As it slowly corrupts him, Rolan loses his grasp on reality and allies with Ascended Astarion to control Baldur’s Gate from the shadows and have full access to all its resources. The snippet of the story you’ve read takes place two years after the final battle.
Read on AO3 or Tumblr
Wordcount: 1,3k, finished, a part of the ongoing series.
♥ Only the moon bore witness to his yearning [18+] - smut (3rd person, Rolan's POV in chapter 1, double POVs in subsequent chapters).
Overtaken by his desperate longing for Tav, Rolan has no choice but to pleasure himself, letting his desires take complete control. In the following chapter, the dumbass gets caught by Tav, and the porn scenario ensues. ┐(︶▽︶)┌ Chapter 3 - soon, hopefully. 🥴
Read on AO3 or Tumblr: ch. 1, ch. 2
Wordcount: 4k+, ongoing
♥ Be as greedy as you want [18+] - smut. It is the reimagining of the "Don't be greedy" cutscene if BG3 was a full-on porn game T_T.
Basically, Rolan/f!Tav, shameless smut, 99% porn/1% plot, spontaneous drunk sex, groping, taunting, not-so-dirty dirty talk, confident Rolan gets what he fucking deserves, and all the good stuff. 👌
Read on AO3 or Tumblr
Wordcount: 2,4k, finished
♥ The Master and his glove [18+] - short smut about Master Rolan. What can I say, I love writing Rolan masturbation scenes. (¬_¬”) But here's a twist: he does it with his leather glove. (꒪▿꒪)
Solo masturbation, a short and sweet fic. :3
Read on Tumblr
Wordcount: 720, finished
♥ Masks left behind - short, pure romance (??? inconceivable!). Rolan/f!Tav, post-canon, romantic fluff, double POV.
Two years have passed after the final battle for Baldur's Gate, and the new Master of Ramazith's Tower is invited to the Moonlight Masquerade celebration. At first glance, it seems that Rolan now has it all, earning the respect he deserves among the citizens and a peaceful life with his siblings. But tonight, a chance meeting makes him dare to dream beyond that. He yearns to give his heart to the woman he secretly adored all these years.
Read on AO3 or Tumblr
Wordcount: 3,191, finished
♥ A debt paid in lust [18+] - smut (3rd person, double POV). It is a shameless hatefucking. Rolan/female tiefling DU Vexis.
A short, one-chapter story. A quickie, one might say, to clench the urges. (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و My first smut ever, so, yeah...
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When I say "I love you," it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You're a hell of a woman.
My part of the art trade with the brilliant @wildmagickatie
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"Will you help me undress?" she asked softly, the question itself entirely innocent and perfectly reasonable in its mundanity—until she accompanied it with a smile that rendered any attempt at rational thought immediately futile, and Gale felt his heart stumble within his chest with an eagerness he fully intended to conceal beneath a veneer of theatrical resignation.
"Such a burden you place upon me," he sighed, summoning every ounce of performative weariness he could muster, though Willow's laughter in response settled warmly somewhere beneath his ribs, a sensation he had come to recognize as the most profound comfort available to him.
There had been a time in his life when he had chased applause and recognition, when entire lecture halls had hung upon his every word, when the favor of gods and legends had seemed paramount to all other considerations—yet none of it, he now understood with perfect clarity, compared to the simple joy of making Willow laugh, a realization that was neither new nor particularly surprising, but rather a fundamental truth that had long since settled into the bedrock of his being.
As she rose from the bed with unhurried grace, the candlelight caught the gold threading woven through her gown and transformed it into something almost ethereal, though Gale found himself preferring the reality of her presence to any beautified fantasy, for reality meant she was here, and that she would still be here when morning came.
She turned her back toward him in a gesture that was entirely deliberate, moving her hair over one shoulder in a slow, fluid motion so that chestnut waves cascaded over her collarbone and exposed both the elegant line of her neck and the intricate fastenings of her gown, while she glanced back at him over her shoulder with a sparkle in her eyes that confirmed his suspicion that she was thoroughly aware of the effect she was producing.
"Oh, you're impossible," Gale informed her, though his words carried only affection, and her widened smile—unmarred by any trace of remorse—only deepened his certainty that she knew precisely what she was doing.
Setting his glass aside, Gale rose and closed the small gap between them, while around them the candlelight painted everything in warm gold, with curtains long since drawn and shadows dancing lazily along the walls, the air itself perfumed with wine and woodsmoke and the particular scent that was distinctly Willow's alone.
In that moment, surrounded by that soft illumination and that familiar comfort, the thought arrived with such certainty that it nearly stole his breath: this was home—not Waterdeep, not the house itself, but her, here, in this room, in his life.
The day they arrived, chaos erupted in the Emerald Grove and, subsequently, in his life. That bunch of self-important, nosy do-gooders.
- "Worthy", Chapter 1
Well, here we have it: the first words of my longfic now VP-ed 🥹 Can't believe it's been almost 2 years since I started publishing it :))
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me: I will sit down, read all the wips, comment on them AND continue the fanfics I have been reading. and I will answer all the cute tags and take VPs for them
also me, having a job:
(in work stuff, not fandom stuff, I haste to point out. i love fandom stuff. hate capitalism.
Dropping in quickly so that I can ask this before I forget!
Anyone have any lore knowledge on tiefling biology and genetics? 😂 I had a passing thought I’ve been mulling over all morning. I mentioned a while back when that OC child tag game was going around that I pictured Cece and Wyll possibly having twins…and now that I’m able to make that happen, I was thinking about how that would look.
I read somewhere once that that tiefling traits were semi-dominant, but also children typically take traits from one of the parents instead of a mixture (I don’t know if that’s lore approved, hence why I’m asking!)
But if that’s true, and they have twins, I’m picturing fraternal with one child resembling Cece and one child like Wyll (minus the horns - unless when Mizora changed Wyll, it also changed his biology? Would his horns become a genetic trait now?).
And I know I can just homebrew this like I usually do with my limited knowledge, but it’s piqued my curiosity and wondered if anyone else has found some unique info!
Prompt originally posted by Amai on bsky, we yoinked it for our Discord prompt because it seemed like so much fun ;d
Your Tav/Durge and their LI have been body swapped for 24 hours! How do they deal with it? What problems/issues arise?
Thank you for the tag @wild-surge c: I'm tagging @origamihoshi, @ranger-jahen, @starlit-serpent, @optimisticgrey, @selunitejeanne, @druagaa, @wasted-sam, if anyone would like to do it/share their response here~
Spooky Deet struggles with the change, used to being taller and broader and steeped in his Mother's magic; now he's buffeted by currents of wild magic at all hours and, as insult to injury, he has to squat to pee.
At least he can paint his face as normal.
He's also worried about keeping Val's body safe if they end up in danger—of keeping anyone safe, like this. Although he allows himself to shed a layer or two of clothes and armor (he can't stand the feel of that much touching his bare skin), Spooky stress-braids Val's hair and decides to try and keep her vitals at least somewhat protected. He never strays far from his sister, Keelah.
Despite the stress and the awkwardness, he finds some secret delight in having claws and sharp teeth and a tail—he will lash everyone's ankles and knock the end of his new tail against every table leg with how much he sweeps it back and forth (though he might be sore after a while, since Valeria's tail was not used to such a workout).
Even more privately, there is something exciting in having a softer body than his own; for a moment he doesn't have to be a weapon. He can be soft and even pretty.
The purple ribbon is a gift he bought for Val in the city and he is slowly working up the courage to give her. It matches her eyes.
Thank you @wild-surge and @faeriiefire for the tags!
Soft tagging @ele-millennial-weirdo and @wasteful-sam in turn!
"We are not done with redesigning prompts yet. Back into folklore we go and looking at the fae; fairies and gnomes, a humble bridge troll maybe? Redcaps and gremlins or a fearsome nuckelavee? Mythology of any given country or maybe inspiration from another media? A beautiful ruler of their own court who traps people that can't help for but a taste of the delicious food presented? Or maybe a feystolen child? A changeling pretending to be a human? A witch in the disguise of a beautiful maiden living in her hut that walks on hen legs?"
Cuca's Stuffed Doll
I've mulled over myths and folklore and general faerical concepts for inspiration, after a brief attempt at making Ilinarie green I decided to give her a supporting character and motherly figure instead.
Cuca is a creature in Brazilian (and broader Iberian-Latin American folklore), commonly depicted as a blond-haired caiman-woman (caiwoman, if you will). She combines the features of a typical boogeyman, snatching away disobedient children, with that of a witch or hag, performing her strange malicious magics from her cavernous lair.
Cuca's most noteworthy depiction is in Monteiro Lobato's series of children books, which features another character and the inspiration for Ilinarie's design: Emília, a talking, talkative doll stuffed with macela weed who, by coincidence, shares much with Ilinarie in the means of personality.
So I've put them together! In this, they're a hag and her familiar, in a way. Cuca has a doll of macela-stuffed stitched flesh to help her brew and cast dreadful nightmares--and to look after her when she's old.
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