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#rolan rambles
rolandeep1984 · 24 days
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Hey uh why is everyone uh… “booping?” me?
Why are there cat paws everywhere?
Did I miss something?
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tittyblade · 1 year
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whats it with songs that get faster and faster that scratches your brain so good
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forgeofthenine · 5 months
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Do you think the tieflings get possessive when they’re nearing or in their rutts? 👀
Oh they 1,000% do, and each go about things a different way too.
Dammon actually tells you what's happening and why, so you know why a growl leaves his chest every time he sees another guy checking you out. That is, if you two even leave the house, often he likes to just keep you in his bed while leading up to a rut.
Zevlor is way harder to notice, he's much more controlled and subtle about things. You will notice he's much more touchy with you though, wrapping his tail around your leg, keeping a hand on you in public. Everyone's still going to know you two are together.
Rolan doesn't tell you shit, you just have a possessive, pissy wizard out of the blue one morning. The way he glares and bares his fangs is enough to keep everyone away, nevermind how he insists on you staying perched on his lap every time he sits down.
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killerpancakeburger · 5 months
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Gotta hand it to Rolan for being the NPC who join you in battle with the best survival instincts. All the others *kof* Isobel *kof* stay right in the line of fire and finishing a battle with them alive is a feat. I've even had Nine Finger go down in a single turn once.
But Rolan? He stays at safe distance to cast his spells. He does NOT risk his own skin. And in those circomstances it is more than appreciable.
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red-might-be-dead · 2 months
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i need to find and be mutuals with every keeperschampion fan. rolan and rand making out in the bayou. reblog if agree
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nightreader133 · 2 months
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Need to fuck a tiefling so I can grab their horns and play with their tail
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dovahkiining · 4 months
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kian rand & rolan with little matching dice stick-n-pokes. btw. rand with a d20 because he's the dungeon master. rolan would have a d8 because he's a paladin. kian would have a d4 because we all know she played a bard. rand did them even though kian had more experience w/ stick-n-pokes because it's his campaign, they're his players. he had to! and they're shoddy and ugly and absolutely didn't age well. but they all took care of them even after they all left. just btw.
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dutifullylazybread · 1 month
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Deeply and Immovably So - Chapter 10 updates
OR I'm vibrating in my seat trying to figure out just HOW horny to make this chapter.
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princeshilo · 7 months
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like keeperschampion weren’t a healthy relationship. it’s hard to be, in galloway. but that doesn’t mean they weren’t loving & loved & sprouting lavender from their fingertips. rand throwing notes at rolan in class, hitting him in the back of the head, and rolan sighs, exasperated but a grin pulls a dimple into his left cheek & rand feels a little warmer.
rand coming to his long jump tournaments, sitting in the bleachers pretending he isn’t staring through his sunglasses, fighting down a lopsided little grin when rolan sneaks him a glance. rand smoking out the window of an empty classroom during lunch & feeling rolan’s eyes on him from the doorway, not even having to turn around, knowing the familiarity of his presence as apposed to the heavy fear that tends to linger in the corners of rand’s vision.
rand coming downstairs at one pm on a gentle river-smoothed saturday to the sound of rolan helping rachel with her algebra homework at the dining table; rand making rolan a coffee (two milks, one sugar, throw an ice cube in since he can’t drink it too hot) and rach a glass of juice, leaning against the kitchen counter just listening to the two of them talk while he works.
rolan finding rand out in the driveway, face smudged with grease as he tries to fix the stuttering engine of his old car, the one john gave to him, the one that still feels like what it meant to be loved by him. rolan watching, talking, keeping him company, trying not to focus on the age settling into rand’s face far faster than it should and instead looking for the little crinkle of his eyes when rolan tells some bullshit story. i miss them
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arandompigeon5 · 2 months
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it’s past midnight I’ve got exams and I need to sleep but the jrwi grind never stops
might start relistening to bitb
I miss the gays
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macaronissi-mo · 27 days
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i just did the sorcerous sundries fight and it was extremely satisfying. fuck you lorroakan!!!!
(i'm feeling very protective of my bg3 wizards right now. gale and rolan my beloveds, you deserve so much better)
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rolandeep1984 · 2 months
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Hon hon hon... It iz moi, Le Frog. You are a lawyer I am told? I am requiring, how you say, a legal assistance. Can you help?
Uh… yeah! Yeah I can help, uh what’s your case uh “le frog”?
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tittyblade · 2 years
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hung out w my friends today. here’s the highlight of the day:
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forgeofthenine · 3 months
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This isn’t even what I wanted to write for Rolan but the nonnie yesterday who sent in that heart breaking ask about if you died fed my plot bunnies so this took over my brain until it was done lol.
For my own mental health while writing this, Cal and Lia have been rescued at this point. I don’t think even Karlach could stop a Rolan who thinks he really has lost everyone. -🪻
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You’d died before. Most adventures had. The first time, most people tend to understandably panic. It’s not a small thing to wrap your head around, that you’d been here and then not for a moment before you were brought back. One scroll (or one spell from your cleric if you have the diamonds to spend.) and you’re back good as new if not a little worse for wear. Eventually, after it happens enough, you start to get used to it. The window of time for a revivification is so small that death never really has the time to settle in your bones, you don’t feel its cold grip seeping into your soul. You start to get reckless, after all, you’ve always been able to come right back should you fall.
But not this time.
Rolan is at the Last Light, sitting at one of the tables near the entrance with a drink in hand watching Cal and Lia argue animatedly over some ridiculous thing or another. He’d thought about stopping them for the sake of preventing a headache later from their shouting but quickly put that thought out of mind when he realized their nonsense was more a show for the children than anything else. So he bit his tongue and stifled a smile, lest the children realize he can be anything more than a grump.
His seat also gives him the best view of the waystone by the bridge. You didn’t always have time to stop by the Inn and chat with him on your way to your nearby camp but if he could at least see you return safely then his heart could rest easy until you spoke next. It was late in the day already, so you and your group should be returning any moment
As if the gods heard him, at that moment the waypoint flared to life and brought your party back. Two, Gale and Karlach split off immediately towards the inn, while Astarion ran at full speed to your camp carrying something in his arms. He looked around for you and felt the dread sink into his chest when you were nowhere to be found and realization began to dawn. That hadn’t been something Astarion was carrying, it was someone.
Gale and Karlach reach him just as he reaches that horrifying conclusion and begins to rise. Each of them putting a hand somewhere on his person, whether to ground him or restrain him he wasn’t sure. The inn begins to quiet at that, everyone around them taking in their drawn and somber expressions as they look at him. Karlach speaks first, softly as though she’s trying to keep him from falling apart. Though by the look on her face she might also be trying to prevent herself from going to pieces. “It’s going to be okay, there’s someone at our camp who can help. But right now the best thing you can do is to stay here, okay?”
Almost immediately, that cold dread that’s filling him is replaced with a white hot rage. How dare they try to hold him back when they’re partially to blame for what happened. When they’re the ones who didn’t do enough to prevent this from happening. Dimly, he recognizes that not a small amount of this anger is misplaced, after all, these same people he was furious with now had at least been there. They’d tried to stop what happened from happening. They’d had to watch as you fell. All the while, he’d been here, warm and comfortable, drinking and laughing like a fool.
And just like that the warmth of his anger leaves him again and he’s once again overtaken by cold fear. He doesn’t even realize he’s sat down again, or that nearly everyone in the inn is looking at their group with a touch of that same fear. You were supposed to be invincible, this great irritating hero that somehow manages to put off the epic deeds you set yourself to. You weren’t supposed to fall.
Karlach is still sitting with him, Gale has gone over to Jaheira to fill her on what happened. He sees her face harden and then she gives a short nod. She commands the Harpers to gather and she gives orders to increase patrols on certain areas. He must have made a face because Karlach’s soft voice breaks through the fog he’s in again to explain, “We ran into needle-blights, three separate groups. Nasty fuckers if you haven’t had the pleasure. A pain to kill, since they’re tough as nails and the damn things explode when they do finally die. We were all a bit too close when the last few went down after Gale’s fireball but…”. He doesn’t need her to finish, he can almost picture what happened. You were no doubt right in the middle of everything and got caught up in the chain reaction. You probably told them to do it too, you and your stupid self sacrificing ways. By the time anyone was able to get near, it would have been far too late.
Karlach and Gale both look abruptly in the same direction, before they walk off, Karlach pulling him with her as she strode away. “Wha-“ he starts to stammer. “It’s all okay now, Withers worked his magic.” Karlach says, a bit less tense and with far less heaviness in her eyes. Before he can ask another question, namely “Who is Withers??”, they’ve activated the waypoint and he’s in your camp with them.
Shadowheart and Halsin are beside you just outside your tent and are working to try and ease the ache of a proper resurrection as best they can. You look up and see him there and try and give a smile but what you manage to give him is small and shaky and makes you look damn near to tears. Your hands are shaking in your lap where they rest and he runs over and drops to sit as out of the way as he can while still being beside you. His hands reach out and stop as if he’s not sure if you’re stable enough for contact yet. The two healers finish what they can and leave, giving you both some kind of privacy. Really the whole camp can’t bear to take their eyes off you for a moment, in case you fall again, in case the magic doesn’t hold and you slip away.
You look at Rolan and your lip trembles and that’s all it takes for him to wrap you in his arms as tight as he can and you sob. You cry like a child experiencing true fear for the first time and he holds you. He rocks you back and forth and holds you together as you fall apart. And if he’s crying too who has the nerve to say anything. He presses his lips to your temple and holds you tighter. He shifts you both inside your tent as your sobbing slows and sits so he’s leaning against something, and just holds you as you calm. When you fall asleep in his arms, he repositions you both, pausing before he lays down to remove his boots and outer robes with all its irritating bits. He lays down beside you in just his breeches and shirt and pulls you back into him to sleep. He doesn’t know what dreams or nightmares one has after dying, but he can’t imagine they’ll be pleasant.
Because whatever else comes, at least for right now, he will be there at your side to face it.
Flower anon, have I told you recently how much I love you?
This makes me feel SO MANY FEELINGS-
It doesn't help that you somehow managed to pick the exact team my original Tav ran with for almost the entire game/final battle. I just want to kiss Rolan until he feels better and keep him in my pocket so he never feels bad again. This was glorious as always and I love getting your fics in my inbox ♥️
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killerpancakeburger · 5 months
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Attending a wizards soiree with Rolan headcanons
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You know he's been planning this for weeks. He talks about it non-stop, he paces the room about it, he makes checklists, etc.
Lia and Cal are so done with him, they're just begging for that goddamn event to happen already.
To an unexperienced eye, he's making this a big deal to show off his current accomplishments and status. But you know he's actually anxious about it, even if he would never admit it. So you need to reassure him here and there with encouraging statements without being TOO obvious about it. It's all an art.
Obviously you're going with him - he asked you to. With a lot of flourish. He was so stern about it, you thought something was wrong at first. But after you said yes, he couldn’t hide his relief and happiness from shining on his face. Yes, there was an insecure, illogical part of him who feared you'd refuse. (Once again he would never admit it)
At some point during the evening you get separated. In the group you're in an old wizard spits out very incorrect facts about a specific, obscure branch of magic and the others seem to nod along only because he says it with a lot of assurance and because he's famous and respected. You tranquilly correct him, causing a bit of a scene as he storms off grumbling about the youth nowadays but no one else is hostile to you since you were right.
Soon after Rolan comes to find you, admitting he's impressed with your knowledge but not understanding where you got it from. You stare at him with confusion, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. "What do you mean? You talked about it at great length just the other day." And Rolan gets speechless at the idea of you not only listening to his lengthy speeches on magic but also remembering them to that level.
He decides you both need to go back to the Tower Right Now because he's so proud and flattered and turned on it feels like his chest is gonna explode. Tail swaying hard.
You were already distracting enough in your fancy outfit, thank you. He can’t take more. Even though he chose said outfit.
It's not HIS fault he didn’t expect you to look so good in it. He turned red and speechless when you appeared in it, and ended up saying something rude - "Didn’t know you could actually clean up that good" or Something.
Cal and Lia are ripping their hair off/rolling their eyes in front of that desolating spectacle and intervene - "What my dear brother ACTUALLY meant to say is that you look breathtaking tonight."
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red-might-be-dead · 3 months
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jrwi should do a flashback oneshot for bitb so that rolan and rand can kiss as teenagers
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