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Basics: Cal| '94| MN,USA|
I follow/like from my main, felixschokehold. I have another sideblog for books, which is threshholdofescape.
But, you’re here to see which games I play, since it is indeed the theme of this blog.
The Last of Us Remastered/Part 1
The Last of Us Part 2
Baldur’s Gate 3
Skyrim
Elder Scrolls Online
Red Dead Redemption 2
Detroit: Become Human
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I have played the TLOU series multiple times and replay them frequently. My favorite characters are Joel Miller and Abby Anderson.
I have not finished Baldur’s Gate 3. I have done a slightly evil gen tav (Skotadi) playthrough romancing Astarion, which got to Act III. However, Act III is quite wonky and I was really frothing at the mouth to do a good gen tav (Elise) x Gale romance playthrough, which I have started and am currently in Act II (as of Oct. 21, 2023). Gale is my favorite, and I will delve deeper into my BG3 beginnings in a seperate post at... some point in time.
Skyrim and Elder Scrolls Online are more casual for me. I have not been on ESO in a couple years, but if I find a group maybe I’ll hop back on! In both, I play a high elf mage. I have never married anyone, I am always content to have a happy, platonic love with Serana.
I have played RDR2 only once. I did a “good” playthrough and the story destroyed my soul in such a severe way that I have not been able to do another playthrough several years later. I love the game, I love the story, and I do plan to do another playthrough one day. My favorite characters are Arthur and Sean.
I have played Detroit: Become Human a couple times, but have tended to stick with the "good" choices. I would like to do a "bad" playthrough, but we will see! My favorite character is Connor, and everyone else is on the back burner.
This post will be edited and adjusted as time goes on. Thanks for dropping by!
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This fic will explore the fanon of Tiefling rut/heat cycles: specifically, what happens when a stressed, overworked, sexually pent-up wizard is confronted with his own biology and his feelings about a certain hero all at once?
Thank you @rolansrighthorn for kindly beta reading this chapter!
Rolan x afab!Tav
Birds and Bees - Ch.1
The new Master of Ramazith's Tower hasn't been feeling well.
Rolan isn't quite sure what's wrong with himself, but when Tav arrives back in Baldur's Gate, things get much worse.
Tags: Tiefling Ruts, Sexual Tension, Mutual Pining | Word Count: 3.4k [Read on AO3]
Rolan awoke feeling sick as a dog.
He pulled his legs over the edge of the mattress with a wince. The dull ache in his muscles was something he hadn't felt since those first weeks on the road out of Elturel.
He'd slept like hells the past few days; no doubt that was the cause. Once again, bizarre nightmares had left him gasping awake before dawn, covered in a clammy sheen of perspiration.
The dreams featuring Tav, however…
Rolan’s tail shuddered and flicked over the bedsheets behind him at the memory. He pushed those thoughts forcefully from his head. Tav was due back in Baldur’s Gate today—that was the last thing he should be thinking of when she arrived at Sorcerous Sundries.
She’d been away for over a week this time, gathering her materials in the Underdark. He wondered if that meant she'd have enough work to keep her in the city for longer, too. The thought encouraged him enough to rise and dress for the day. He should make sure her alchemy station was prepped and ready for her at the back of the shop, at least.
Down on the main floor of Sorcerous Sundries, Rolan’s improved mood was instantly tested. Cal took in his face wide-eyed.
“You look awful.”
“And good morning to you,” Rolan responded irritably.
“Is it?” Cal trailed after him as he unlocked and threw open the wide front doors. “Rolan, maybe you need a day off. You look like you barely slept.”
“I'm fine,” Rolan said, voice firm. “Where’s Lia?”
Right as the words left him, a teacup appeared at his elbow.
“Had a feeling you might need it,” Lia told him. “Looks like I was right.”
Too tired to combat both his siblings at once this early in the day, Rolan accepted the tea with a begrudging sigh of thanks. The smell of bitter herbs hit his nose before he took the first sip.
“Doctoring me with folk remedies now?”
Lia waved a dismissive hand as she moved behind the counter. “Yeah, yeah, we all know you'd rather get fussed over by Tav. Can't have you dragging your tail and embarrassing us in front of her, though.”
Cal walked off with a snort.
Rolan shut his eyes and wished he could return straight back to bed. Instead, he drank his tea down in silence and said a prayer for an easy day of work.
He did find himself perking up after a while. It was difficult to stay sullen on such a glorious spring day; clear sunlight streamed generously through the high windows above, and the flow of customers milling into the shop settled into a pleasant, familiar hum. Rolan fell into the rhythm of assisting them here and there, locating scrolls and giving advice on spellwork.
It certainly wasn’t the prospect of seeing Tav again that was improving his mood so much. That’s what Rolan kept telling himself, at least.
Another breeze drifted in through the open atrium behind him, bringing with it the fresh scent of spring wildflowers. Rolan was taken with a sudden fancy to move closer to wherever it emanated from.
“Lovely morning, isn't it?”
Tav stood beaming at him from the doorway, despite the full-to-bursting pack slung over one of her shoulders. Clearly he wasn’t the only one affected by the irresistibly nice weather.
“It rather is,” Rolan agreed. Ignoring her usual protests, he unshouldered the bag from her with a tug; its weight made him question whether she’d stuffed it entirely with minerals.
“Ugh…thanks.” Tav stretched her arms back appreciatively. She was wearing a lightweight tunic, carelessly laced, and the motion strained the fabric over her chest.
Rolan averted his gaze, feeling rather warm all of a sudden. He instead led Tav back to her workstation near the stairs.
“Looks busy in here,” she remarked with approval. “Business good?”
“Can’t complain. I take it your travels were as successful?” He punctuated the comment by landing her pack on the desk with a heavy thump. Tav laughed.
“Brilliant, actually. I've got a lot to show you, if you can spare the time.”
“Just give me a few minutes,” he answered, turning back to her.
Tav didn’t reply right away; she was frowning at his face. “Rolan, are you ill? You look flushed—” And she reached a hand as if to feel his forehead.
“Of course not,” Rolan answered, a bit too swiftly. Casting for an excuse to create some distance, he moved to the nearby reference shelves and began shoving the mess of books back into their correct cubbies. “Cal, could you grab another stack of the beginner’s Weave series? We’ve sold through.”
Cal looked up from his work rolling scroll pages. “Er, sure…which wing is that again?”
“Nevermind,” Rolan sighed. “I’ll get them myself. Let me know if your station’s missing any supplies,” he added to Tav, letting his voice soften a bit. It earned him a dimpling smile.
Rolan strode away from her toward the portal, feeling that annoying ache in his legs return as he did.
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Tav watched Rolan’s figure trudge up the staircase with another twinge of concern. Then she set to work connecting all the equipment on her alchemy station. Lia appeared at her side before long, asking after her week’s travels in the Underdark and catching her up on news and gossip from the Gate. It was so nice to have friends like Lia; ones you could pick up right where you left off with.
Tav had emptied her bag onto her desk and begun sorting the small mountain of herbs into separate piles as she listened. “How’s Rolan been doing with everything, really?”
Lia was turning over one of her shards of laculite, idly catching the sunlight in its facets. “Mostly happy. And stressed, and overextended. And completely neurotic about organizing every shelf in the library. You know, typical wizard stuff.”
“I just hope he’s looking after himself,” she said down to her work. The words left her mouth easier than she wished.
Lia leaned a hip against her desk with arms crossed. “You sound interested in helping with that.”
The quake in Tav’s stomach made her feel very caught out, then very stupid. She let out an exhale of laughter instead.
“Rolan’s made it pretty clear that he is not,” she replied. Her fingers began stripping the blooms from her pile of dried mugwort with more force than strictly necessary.
“Between you and me,” Lia mused, “I don’t think Rolan’s anywhere near clear on that subject. Smart people can be real idiots, you know.”
“Who can?”
Rolan was headed from the staircase with an armful of books; he stood behind Lia with a suspicious look. Tav immediately wondered how much he’d heard.
“Rich people,” Lia answered at once, still leaning casually against Tav’s desk. “Lady Whitburn’s handmaid keeps coming in asking for spell scrolls that I’m pretty sure don’t exist. You think she’d get the picture by now.”
Rolan let out a long-suffering sigh and held out the stack of volumes to her. “Take these. And just send Cal to help her next time, that’s why she keeps coming back.”
Lia threw up a hand as if that only proved her point. “Like I said, idiots.” But with one last glance at Tav, she grabbed the books and ferried them away to the front of Sorcerous Sundries.
For her part, Tav resumed the work of preparing the week’s ingredients—there were several large batches of antidote to get through this morning. Rolan took up his usual spot at the desk in her periphery.
Ever since the first week he’d offered Sorcerous Sundries to her as a home of operations for her alchemy, Tav found herself spending many hours at work beside Rolan like this. They spent the time talking about her travels, or his latest studies with the Weave, or just discussing the last books they’d read. On busier days, he was called away to help customers for most of her visit.
Today, however, Rolan stood unusually silent next to her.
“Sure you’re feeling all right?” She glanced at his back, again noting the tense line of his shoulders.
“Just a bit tired.” Rolan tipped open his massive record of the shop figures. “Haven’t been sleeping well.”
“I could make you something for that, if you like.”
He gave a low huff of laughter as he took up his quill. “From what I hear from my customers, I’d be out cold for days.”
“Really?” She couldn’t help a grin of professional pride, but focused on adjusting the flame under her distilling glass. “Glad they’re selling well.”
“I can barely keep them on the shelves, especially those remedial draughts you make. The last batch lasted three days.”
Though it was satisfying to hear, Tav felt a bit chagrined. “Damn…won’t have more of those for a while. I still need to track down a new materials trader in the Gate. My usual guy moved on to Neverwinter.”
There was a short pause in their little corner, filled only with the sounds of softly bubbling liquid against glass.
“You know,” Rolan said without turning, “you’re welcome to stay here, if it’s easier for you. The guest room’s always empty. That is, so you wouldn’t have to travel across the city on top of finding your new contact.”
“Oh—” Tav tried hard not to read anything into his offer. “Actually, I already left my things with Danis and Bex. But thank you, Rolan,” she added.
Rolan coughed lightly, back still turned. “Of course.”
There was another pause, longer and strangely awkward. Tav suddenly found she needed something more to occupy her thoughts than watching a flask boil. Reaching down for her pack, she pulled her research journal up to the desk.
It had been many weeks since Rolan brought up that subject. Why now?
Cal and Lia constantly reminded her of the long-standing offer of a room in the Tower anytime she had need of it. For unspoken reasons, she’d always found polite ways of declining.
It wasn’t that Rolan had made her feel unwelcome in any way. After all, he’d opened up the expansive resources of Ramazith’s Tower to her use, lending her all of the delicate and expensive alchemy equipment that she’d never be able to cart back and forth in her travels. She owed much of her current success to his generosity.
But Rolan had proven himself a generous patron for all kinds of arcane arts as Master of Ramazith’s Tower. Really, what made her think she was any kind of special case?
The fact that she’d very much like to be that to him…well.
That was something Tav tried not to think about. It only led her to dangerous territory, such as staring at his hands while he worked a spell and wondering what else they might be good for. Hardly conducive to a friendly, professional relationship.
And if she was any good at reading signals, friendly but professional was how Rolan wanted to keep things.
Tav shuffled through her notes a bit too briskly and almost scattered them. That was enough dwelling on that subject; clearly, Rolan had plenty to think about without worrying about unwanted advances in his own home. The least she could do to repay his generosity would be to continue respecting his boundaries.
“Noblestalk propagation?”
She glanced over her shoulder. To her surprise, Rolan had moved closer to peer down at the top page in her hands with curiosity.
“Most valuable thing in the Underdark,” she told him. “Even more than mithril. Actually, this is what I wanted to show you—”
Noblestalk fetched a high price for its alchemical power, certainly, but also for its rarity. The delicate mushrooms were notoriously picky about where they grew; it was part of what made them so hard to find.
Truth be told, she’d been running a little experiment on them down in the Underdark over the past few months. She ran a finger across the charted results as she explained them to Rolan, whose tension seemed to vanish as he listened on with keen interest.
“Obviously the spores took faster in high humidity. But look, they actually did better when I transplanted them in a really cold spot near the river here—which is so odd, most fungi need a bit of warmth—
“Have you tried recreating these artificially? Carrying a sample back to the surface?”
“Not yet.” She scratched her chin in thought. “I’d need to find somewhere underground to propagate it. And I’d rather not spend any more time in the sewers, after that little cult business.”
“Just do it here,” Rolan dismissed, as if it was the plainly obvious solution. “We’ve got quite a few empty vaults now. Shouldn’t be too hard to repurpose one as a greenhouse of sorts.”
As she turned her head to respond, she was caught up short.
Rolan was still peering intently at her writing. But in his concentration, he’d angled his body very close beside her. His chest nearly brushed her shoulder. She could’ve counted the freckles dusting his nose.
When he reached forward to flip over the page, she felt his other hand actually rest on the far side of her waist—the absent way you might touch someone very familiar to you when moving past them. Heat rose in her cheeks at the gesture.
Perhaps Rolan felt her tense. He blinked, and she watched realization dart over his features. He stepped back at once.
“Apologies.” Then he cleared his throat to add—“Your work is quite engaging.”
Coming from him, the words sounded much nicer than they had a right to. She felt her flush deepening, and quickly turned back to reorder her notes.
“Thanks,” she laughed, praying it didn’t sound as awkward as it felt rising in her throat.
Behind her back, she heard Rolan return to his desk on her left. Presumably continuing his work on the Sundries inventory; more likely trying to ignore her obvious fluster.
She clenched her jaw in an attempt to shove that same stupid, fluttery feeling out of her stomach, and returned to the practical work at hand.
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Rolan stared down at last week’s sales in his ledger. The figures were a blur of meaningless scribbles in front of his eyes.
Was he feverish? Seriously ill? There had to be a sound explanation for the way he’d just…laid hands on her like that, unthinking.
He clenched the guilty right hand responsible, feeling its sharp nails press crescent moons into his palm. Idiot. He took a deep breath to regain his composure.
It only caused that lovely wildflower scent from before to fill his lungs more completely, pulling at his other senses. Perhaps it was emanating from one of the many strange ingredients Tav was always carrying back from the Underdark. Was that what had muddled his mind this way?
He found himself glancing back over his shoulder to where she was bent over her alchemy scales. The pink tip of her tongue was visible between her teeth, a gesture she often made when concentrating.
As Rolan watched, a lock of her hair slipped forward over her shoulder. She swept it absently back behind her ear. The innocuous motion caused another wave of something floral to brush past his face, stronger this time.
“Are you wearing scent?”
Tav glanced up from the powder she was weighing out, brows raised in question. “What?”
“Nothing,” Rolan said swiftly, shaking himself back to rights a bit. He felt very lucky she seemed to have misheard. He turned back to his work before he could say anything else strange or embarrassing.
With effort, Rolan forced his attention back to the comforting logic of sums and figures.
The time passed with blessed uneventfulness after that. The soft sounds of glassware and bubbling liquids from Tav’s alchemy faded to an idle lull at the back of Rolan’s consciousness. Nevertheless, he pushed through the past month’s numbers with more difficulty than usual, scratching through multiple errors as his quill moved over the page. He occasionally had to pause to rub at an uncomfortable crick building in his neck.
A laugh came from behind him. “Do you mind?”
Rolan raised his head to look. Tav was gesturing at the corner of her alchemy station with a bemused expression.
To his own confusion, he found that his tail had traveled there of its own accord sometime in the past minutes. It lay coiled on the wood, its tip flicking back and forth in her direction, as if seeking her attention.
With another chuckle, Tav’s fingers closed around it and lightly dropped the appendage off the edge of her desk.
An involuntary sound caught in Rolan’s throat. The moment her hand connected with his skin, a shock of blood rushed to his groin. He nearly tipped forward in alarm at the feeling.
The rapid redirection left his legs wobbling and bloodless. His knees almost buckled under him; he gripped sharp claws into the edge of his wooden desk to steady himself.
As the ringing in his ears cleared, he heard Tav reading under her breath behind him while she ground something against her mortar. Praise the gods that whatever just happened to his body had escaped her notice.
“Need a book from the library—”
Without a backward glance, Rolan stumbled toward the stairs.
Spurred on by the knowledge that any customers who might notice his urgent departure would certainly see the reason for it, he strode on double-time for the portal. Only once the swirl of Weave closed behind him, depositing him in the quiet of the Tower, did he release the breath caught up in his lungs.
Seeking to ground himself, Rolan glanced up to watch the golden dust motes drift through a beam of sunlight. It was the strangest sensation to be standing completely still and feel a sweat break out over his brow.
How did he not realize days ago? Muscle aches—difficulty sleeping—heightened senses. All clear indicators that his biology had finally caught up with him, albeit a solid year later than it should have.
Rolan gripped a hand to the back of his head with a groan of realization. Not perfume—it had been Tav herself he kept catching scent of this morning. That sweet smell that practically made his mouth water to recall now was nothing but raw instinct laid bare.
Well, he had no right to complain about the timing. Apparently many frantic months of escaping the Hells, surviving on the road, and battling back an invasion from the Astral Plane had done a lot to delay the inevitable.
But inevitable it was, and as of today, very much inescapable. There was never really a convenient time for this sort of thing, was there?
It could be worse—as the new keeper of Ramazith’s Tower, at least he found himself with private quarters to retreat to for the entirety of it. If he was lucky, it would all be over in a week, and then he could go on ignoring this unfortunate side effect of his Infernal heritage for a few more uneventful years.
Lia and Cal could manage the shop for a week without any major calamities, surely?
As Rolan paced the silk carpets of the Tower floor, he forced his feverish mind to finish scrabbling together the plan. His gaze fell on the desk by the window. In the next second, he was putting shaking quill to parchment. Something simple, just enough they’d understand—
Bad week for visitors. Please mind the Sundries while I recover. Tell Tav
The tip of his quill skipped as he paused, letting a droplet of ink bleed into the page.
Tell Tav what, exactly? That he was in his room rutting his brains out like an animal in heat? Likely thinking of her while he did?
That line of thought brought a series of unhelpful and very stimulating images to mind. He swallowed down a humiliating sound as the stiffness between his legs grew painfully hard in reaction. Merciful, bloody hells.
Tell Tav nothing, he finished in a scrawl. Rolan folded the note and deposited it on the floor just in front of the portal, where it would be impossible for his siblings to miss.
Then he turned for the staircase to his bedroom, already mad to rip these chafing gods-damned robes off his skin.
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Music Tag Game🎵
I was tagged by @commander-krios - thank you!! I decided to hit shuffle on my Spotify ‘liked’ songs because I don’t have a brain, so let’s see what comes up. 👀
RULES: write one song for every letter in your url and then tag as many people as there are letters in your url
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R Road to Joy — Bright Eyes
K Keep the Car Running — Arcade Fire
U United States of Whatever — Liam Lynch
R Ready To Go Steady — The Go! Team
G Grapeface — Warmduscher
E Exeunt — The Oh Hellos
T Tachycardia — Conor Oberst
R Remember My Name — Mitski
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H Here Comes Your Man — Pixies
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New Tricks - Chapter 14
Status: Work In Progress
Version: 1.01
Pairing: Rugan x AFAB!OC
Rating: NC-17 (This chapter R)
Genre: Adventure/Romance
Summary: Misadventures of Rugan and the original Zhentarim Gate's crew before and during the year of three sailing ships.
Notes: Want to say thank you to @rolansrighthorn for beta-reading for me and providing some helpful suggestions, and of course to @fistfuloftarenths who is of Sally Menke levels of importance when it comes to editing these chapters~ The characterization would not be as consistent without her help!
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New Tricks - Chapter Fourteen
Consciousness, if it could be called that, came to Rugan in short bursts. Every memory retained that same watery feel, the edges bleeding into each other. Rolling in and out like waves on the shore.
He felt aware of Olly at his bedside, though all he saw was the lamp light behind his eyelids.
‘Chin up, Olly.’ He tried to say but his tongue felt heavy in his mouth.
Muffled voices, arguing amongst the lads. Bellar grumbling, Sal scolding, Olly pleading. He couldn't make out the words.
The next ebb seemed sharper, clearer.
“You were just going to leave him here alone like this?” A woman's voice this time, familiar, though he couldn't yet place it.
“...I'll stay with him.” He tried to remember, there was a thread there that tugged at him and he felt he was so close to knowing.
A hand squeezing his own, it was soft and cool to the touch and then just as quickly it was gone. He wanted to reach out for it but the tide was going out again.
It seemed brighter now and there was a cool breeze against his cheek.
“Rugan, do you know what a lucky bastard you are?”
He didn't feel lucky, he felt like he was being jostled about like a sack of flour. Everything smelled of ox shit.
The memories were mostly dark and silent after that, but there were other sensations. The feel of a metal spoon pressed against his lips, warm broth on his tongue, richer than any he remembered tasting before. A cool cloth pressed to his forehead, slick fingertips smoothing over his chest and throat mingling with the scent of cedarwood and peppermint oils.
There was a bitter broth the next time, but a gentle voice bade him drink and he relented without any hesitation.
This time when he slipped under there was not that familiar inky blackness but instead a staccato of noise. Was that Brem’s laughter? Bellar?
“It's your hand Rugan.” Tamlyn was seated across from him at a round wooden table. They were a quartet, the other two players were at his sides and yet somehow obscured from his vision. He looked down at his cards, four through nine of hearts.
“Flush of hearts, lucky me.” He laid them down on the table.
“Not so lucky as me. Royal flush of blades.” She laid down her cards and the swords seemed to shine under the lamp light.
When Rugan looked down at his cards he saw that the hearts were more articulated than before. They seemed to pulse and beat, blood dripping down them.
His eyes darted back and Tamlyn’s blades now each had blood running down from tip to hilt. He looked up and there was a hot red line across her throat from which blood began to seep.
Rugan jumped back from the table, knocking it to the ground.
The right player turned to him, suddenly clear and illuminated, Izzy.
“You killed her with kindness.” Izzy's voice had a strange timber to it, it was polite but not kind.
“Will I kill you with kindness?” It was Olly on the left, drenched by the rain, lips purple from the cold.
He stumbled back and fell, when he rose to his feet he was in water, a river perhaps? But he could see neither shore in all the blinding fog. It came up to his knees and he was shivering from the cold, his back was slick.
A small skiff approached and Sal stood at its prow, hand extended.
“I can take you to the other side, do it for say fifty tarenths.”
“The other side?”
“You know, the one we don't come back from.”
“I'm fine, thanks.”
“Suit yourself,” Sal had already put his pole into the water and began pushing off. “but you'll have to wait a while for the next one, watch out for the sirens.”
“Sirens?” But Sal had already disappeared into that blinding mist.
“He's exaggerating.” It was Izzy at his side, but he hadn't heard her approach.
“How did you get here Iz?”
“I came with the rain.” She pointed up.
He looked but saw nothing but blinding white, when he looked back again she was gone. In fact the entire river was gone, replaced with rolling grasslands, yet it was still too damned bright.
“We can give you a ride to the next town.” It was Zarys astride a horse.
“Cost you an arm and a leg though.” Bellar was grinning wickedly, having pulled up beside her on his own steed. In one hand he did have the bloodied arm of some poor sap, and he wiggled it for emphasis.
“Same old story.” He muttered in response.
“Rugan?”
Izzy again in that green flowing dress. She was smearing something on his forehead, charcoal? Where had she come from? The walls of the tower office felt so claustrophobic, hadn't he remembered this place as being large?
His own hand wrapped around her wrist in an instant.
“Didn't I tell you before this place was off limits?” He asked, growing frustrated with her constant intrusions.
“Did you?”
“Why are you haunting me, Iz?” He demanded.
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“Why are you haunting me, Iz?” It came out as little more than a whisper, his voice straining from disuse.
“I'm not haunting you, Zhent. You're ill.” Izzy moved from her chair to sit on the bed beside him, reaching out with her free hand to brush back the hair from his temples. She felt such relief at the sound of his voice, even hoarse as it was.
“I’m dreaming.” He murmured.
“You probably were, you’ve been asleep for a few days now.” But he was already slipping back under.
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When next he woke there was sunlight streaming in past the thin white curtains. This seemed less chaotic, more grounded than the memories that came before, yet the place was so unfamiliar to him he wasn’t sure if he truly was awake.
The room was bright and clean, the ceilings were high and the windows narrow. He tried to sit up and it felt as if his body was weighted down. He groaned, muscles straining, he was able to get himself upright but already felt exhausted from the effort.
He heard the rustling of fabric to his left and looked over the edge of the bed. There on the floor was a small woman in a bedroll.
He watched her stir and look up at him bleary eyed. Her hair was a tangled mess, dark circles hung under her eyes and it looked as if she had slept in her clothes. In short, she was gorgeous.
“Iz.” His voice little more than a hoarse whisper.
“Hey, you're awake.” Izzy smiled at him, she looked relieved.
“Where–?” His question was cut off by a cluster of coughs that racked his body. Izzy scrambled to his side and smoothed her hand over his back until the fit subsided. She handed him a glass of water from the bedside table and he drank greedily.
“We’re in Crimmor, the boys said you fell ill on the mountain pass.”
When he was done she took the cup and pressed her hand to his forehead, frowning slightly.
“Your fever’s returning. I’ll brew you some more tea.” She propped up the pillows behind him and helped him to lean back against them. “I’ll just be a moment.”
He wanted to ask her to stay but found he didn't have the strength for it, already his eyelids felt like lead. Rugan rested them for what seemed like only an instant but when he opened them next Izzy had already returned, pressing a hot mug to his lips.
It was bitter and he made a face when she pulled the empty mug away. “Lass, that is not a proper brew.”
He heard her tinkling laughter and smiled as he closed his eyes once more.
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Over the course of the next day Rugan's condition began to improve, and with that came longer bouts of lucidity.
While his newfound clarity boded well for his health it did not help at all with how he physically felt.
Now he was aware of every ache the fever provided, his whole body felt sore and misused. The coughs were equally bad. They racked the whole of him when they came on and often were accompanied with the expulsion of sickly green bile. Izzy was always there with a cup of water and handkerchief, a gentle hand on his back. But her pitying looks grated on him, they reminded him of Olly in Daggerford. After the tenth or so time he found himself snapping at her.
“Gods’ sake woman stop mothering me.”
She had flinched at this, but he had pretended not to see.
And that was another thing. What in the hells was she doing here of all places? Hadn't he worked to banish her twice already. First her memories then her damned letter. Now here she was, in the flesh, still her sweet self. Doting on him as if she had nothing better to do. When she sat next to him he would catch a whiff of her hair. She smelled like soap and hazelnuts and cherries. Rugan found himself alternating between wanting to pull her into a tight embrace or sending her back to whatever hell she came from.
“Where are the lads then? Haven't seen them yet.” He asked between mouthfuls of dinner that night.
“They went on ahead to Athkatla.”
“Happy to leave me for dead were they? Suppose it's only sensible.”
“That's not so, they were going to wait two days then pool their coin to put you up at an inn. I volunteered to look after you instead.”
“Don’t have anything better to do Iz?” He scoffed.
“Not when the ground’s frozen over, no.” She teased.
“Needn’t have bothered.”
“Would you rather some tavern wench ran off with your coin purse?”
“Surprised Bellar didn’t do that himself.”
“He took my ring as collateral so there’s that.”
He had forgotten about the ring and felt a rush of guilt. If Izzy was upset by that, it didn't show.
Izzy looked at her hands pensively. “Olly was really worried about you, you know.”
“Lad's soft heartedness is the whole reason I'm in this mess.” He didn't bother to hide his frustration.
“He meant well.”
“With all due respect, lass, his little crisis of conscience nearly got the both of us killed.”
“Just don't be too hard on him when you see him next, please.”
“I don't need you telling me how to do my job.” Rugan snapped. The way she recoiled at that stung but he held firm, there had been more than enough weakness for one run already.
His point was somewhat undercut by a series of coughs that doubled him over. When he had gotten hold of himself he noticed Izzy fidgeting, trying to restrain herself from the coddling he so detested. At least he had told her that he detested it.
‘Just as bad as Olly she is.’
In an effort to maintain some of his dignity he rose from the bed and poured himself a cup of water from a pitcher set on the nightstand. His eyes met hers over the top of his glass, as if daring her to chide him for getting out of bed. She didn’t take the bait, though she looked at him appraisingly.
“If you’re well enough to stand, then here, hold out your arms, and straighten your shoulders.”
“What for?” He looked at her curiously but obeyed.
Izzy took out a loose bit of string from her pocket and pinned it between his shoulder blades with one hand while pulling it taught to his wrist with the other. She repeated this strange gesture with his back and shoulders before scratching something down in a notebook.
“What was that about Iz?” He asked again.
“Not telling, you'll just give me a hard time about it.” She blew the loose dust off the charcoal before clapping the book shut and tucking it into her pocket.
He snorted. She had been the one fussing over every little thing, but fine he wouldn’t push the matter.
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Another repercussion of his prolonged bouts of consciousness was that he had begun to take better note of his surroundings.
The walls were clean and plastered, with raised wooden side panels topped with smooth chair rails. There were also brass wall sconces and an impressive looking fireplace against the far wall. Next to the fireplace were a pair of plush looking chairs and a small tea table. It wasn’t extravagant and gaudy like the homes of patriars he had seen, but it was more that he could have ever hoped to afford in a lifetime.
The following day he made a mental note to ask Izzy about it when she next appeared and did so. She had come again with a cup of the bitter tea. Sitting down on the bed beside him she held it out.
“Here.”
He accepted it with both hands and drank it down quickly to get it over with. Still his face winced with distaste and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Iz, be honest.”
“Hmm?”
“You are a bleeding noble aren't you?”
“What?” She looked utterly baffled.
“There’s no way you can afford to stay at this inn on just digging up dead people’s trinkets.”
“Oh, gods the house.” She laughed.
House? For some reason that struck him as worse than an expensive inn.
“No this isn't mine Rugan, my friend from school is putting us up.”
“School? You didn’t make out like you’d properly attended.”
“Only for the first year, couldn’t afford to after that.” She looked away sheepishly and busied herself with the hem of her shirt.
“Ah, I'm much the same, only did a couple of years at the temple school before I was put to work. Your writings rather nice though for only the one year, can barely do more than chicken scratch m’self.”
“You got my letter.” She was smiling at him now and he tried to push down the warmth he felt at that.
“Aye, was a kindness for you to bother, my thanks.”
“I didn't learn writing from school though, my dad taught me. You’ve him to thank.”
“Suppose that saved a coin or two.”
“Well I didn't go to temple school at all. We were moving around too much, my parents and I that is. So they just taught me reading and writing and what have you on the road. I just did the one year of university well after they’d died.”
“University?! That’s a sight better than you let on Iz.”
“Oh, they don’t really teach dead languages anywhere else. Not unless you're high up in some clergy or another. Thought it might be nice to have classmates for once too. What about you? What was temple school like?”
“You don't need to humour me Iz, sophisticated lady like yourself.” He huffed.
“I'm not! I didn't have anyone my own age to play with growing up, always thought it must be nice to have peers you see every day.”
“Doubt the lil bastards I used to knock about with would've met your standards.”
“Wish my standards were as high as you seem to think.” She snapped.
They both sat stewing till a rap came at the door.
Izzy let out a sigh of frustration. “That'll be your bath.”
“Don't need a bath.” He wasn't sure he had the strength to climb into a tub.
“Oh didn't realize we'd been housing an ox in here with you, that would explain the smell.”
“Well I certainly don't need your help with it.”
She was getting to her feet now. “Did you think it was Bellar sponging your bits while you were busy being unconscious?!”
His face felt hot with embarrassment but he couldn't back down. “And just how exactly would you manage to get me in the tub, lass?”
“Unlike you, I haven't suddenly developed an aversion to accepting help when needed.” She had stomped over to the door and now threw it open.
A frightened servant stood on the other side, he couldn't have been much older than Olly.
“Gregor if you're still willing to help me with this surly bastard I would very much appreciate it.”
“Yes saer.” Came the timid response and Rugan wished that the fever had just killed him outright.
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Rugan had traded stewing in the bed for stewing in the tub. He sat arms crossed, piping hot water up to his shoulders.
Like the bedroom, the bathing room was luxurious without ostentation. The floor was composed of simple stone tiles, these continued halfway up the wall and were topped with a black stone trim. The floor slightly sloped to the center where a drain was ready to accept any spills. There was a faucet fixture on the wall nearest the tub with runes on either side that allowed for the adjustment of the water temperature. Everything was practical without a hint of excess and that aggravated him all the more. At least he could make fun of the frivolity of patriars.
Izzy was sitting on a stool behind the tub, her fingers slowly working the shampoo into his scalp. This should've been nice, after all when had he last enjoyed a hot bath? This would've been nice if he hadn't felt like some aging invalid that needed a wet behind the ears pup to help him into a damned tub. He had at least been able to scrub himself clean. He could've done the hair himself too, but Izzy had asked so nicely and he did feel some small bit of remorse for how he had treated her.
Obliquely he watched her reflection in the mirror, gauging her expression, Izzy seemed to be enjoying herself at least. She dragged her nails lightly over his undercut, eliciting a sigh of approval. He could see the corners of her mouth quirk up in a smile.
“We could take the boat down to Athkatla when you're feeling well enough,” She suggested as her fingers trailed down his neck to his shoulders. “it's much faster than a caravan. Might even be able to make that job.”
“Cost half my coin too I'll bet. Bane knows how much of my wages Zarys will cut when she finds out I've been out near a tenday.”
“Zarys?”
“My boss back in the Gate, black-hearted vixen, that one.”
“I can pay for the boat.”
“Just flush with it aren't you lass?” And despite his best efforts he couldn't hide the bitterness in his voice.
“Work’s better in the summer but since Corra lets me winter here with her I can save on room and board, that's all.”
“Don't know why you bothered slumming with us Zhents in Waterdeep if you could come home to this.”
“It's not my home.” She said, soft but firm. “And I don't recall you ever bringing me to a slum.”
“Usually save that for the fourth date.”
Instantly her hands were gone from him and she was stalking over to the other side of the tub, filling a bucket from the faucet.
When she returned she dumped it over his head without warning. Rugan shouted and spluttered as the ice cold water crashed down about his face.
“There,” She said, glowering at him. “you’re all rinsed.”
“What the hells woman?!”
But she was already throwing open the door to speak to the servant from earlier.
“Gregor, he's ready to be taken back to his room now. If you can manage on your own.”
When the boy answered in the affirmative she stalked off on her own.
#rugan#bg3 rugan#rugan bg3#zhentarim#bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate 3 rugan#bg3 fanfic#bg3 fanfiction#new tricks#rugan x oc#bg3 fanfic: new tricks
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BG3 Tav Backstory Bash by Kelandrin
This is a challenge to help people flesh out their Tav's backstory by exploring their past. It is organized into four sections with seven prompts. You can treat this as a monthly challenge or a general project. You can write headcanons, fics, or share art based on the prompts! You can interpret the prompts however you want. If you want to share use the tag #bg3backstorybash
thank you for the tags @rolansrighthorn @charmedcleric @jessfromouterspace @lolthslover @auspex-author ‼️
I asked you guys who I should feature in this post and my girl Mythrae got the most votes! She is my first durge so she's a bit special to me and I'm very glad she was chosen :) some of these questions might have slightly alternate answers bc they don’t exactly fit in her timeline but I’m excited to participate either way! there are a couple triggering sections that have been labeled, so please read with caution!
(I’m too scared to tag anyone in this lol)
Part One: Baby
Parent(s):
Being the child of Bhaal’s own flesh and blood, she is a Bhaalspawn. But as far as who raised her? Well, that would be none other than Lua’nna Helvitlar, a Seldarine drow wizard who fled from Menzoberranzen many years ago.
She fled the city and Lolth due to her brother’s wrongful death, and she found employment with Ramazith Firesinger in Baldur’s Gate.
Birth:
Not much is known about Mythrae’s birth, but in the year 1353, Lua’nna found her as an infant in the sewers of Baldur’s Gate with a piece of paper with just her name (yeah I did this with Salome too I’m unoriginal). Not wanting a drow child to get in the wrong hands and become a servant of Lolth, she rescued the infant and brought her home.
First Word/Tantrum/When They First Walked/First Sickness
Her first word was “mama,” which Lua’nna was overjoyed with. Definitely cried happy tears for hours on end.
She was a well-behaved toddler, who was also very inquisitive and ask a lot of questions. The tantrums she would have would usually be because she got an answer she didn’t like (ex. “Mummy, why can’t the sun stay up all day?” “Why does it get cold outside?”).
Mythrae took her first steps after living with Lu’anna for 10 months, while they were playing together. Lua’nna most definitely cried the rest of the day over it.
She got a cold when she was a toddler, and her mother was worried sick she would pass from her virus. She was sick for two weeks, but with Lua’nna’s thorough care, she made a full recovery.
Part Two: Childhood
Friends:
Mythrae was born with heterochromia (one grey eye and one red eye) and was bullied for it (also for being a drow — they have a bad rep on the surface after all), so it was hard to make friends in school. There was one other drow boy in her class, Kalandrin, who would defend her from these bullies. They became fast friends and stayed close even into their teenage years. (Kalandrin would become her dream visitor later down the line)
Siblings:
Mythrae did not have any other siblings, the only family she had was her adopted mother (and Bhaal plus his spawn ofc but it’s not like she knew that at the time)
Getting Into Trouble:
For the most part, Mythrae was a very well behaved child. But as she began to discover her affinity for magic, especially storm sorcery, she would sometimes pull pranks on Lua’nna that would result in her being punished (ex. putting a cloud over mom’s head and causing it to rain while she was in the garden, using a lightning bolt to help speed up cooking, etc). Sometimes she tried to do these out of a genuine desire to help around the house, but other times… not so much
Birthday:
Though Lua’nna doesn’t know Mythrae’s actual birthday, they celebrate her “gotcha” day on the 7th of Eleasis (equivalent of August in Earth months)
Games/Learning Something New:
Mythrae wasn’t huge on games (unless it was something thought-provoking like chess lol)
Being an inquisitive child, she enjoyed school and learning. Lua’nna, being a studious wizard, helped Mythrae with her schoolwork and also taught her about the many intricacies of magic. She also taught her about the history of drow, which was left out of schoolbooks, because she did not want her child to fall down the wrong path and become a servant of Lolth.
Trauma:
In her dreams (or night terrors?), a large skeleton head or ghastly creature would visit her and tell her to kill everyone she knows and anyone that gets in her way, for her father’s sake. These visions scared her greatly, and made it hard for her to want to fall asleep. Usually, Lua’nna would have to sleep in the same bed as her so that Mythrae felt safe.
Part Three: Teenager
⚠️ TW - mentions of canon-relevant violence and suicidal thoughts ⚠️
First Love:
Over the years, Mythrae developed deep feelings for Kalandrin. Looking back, she suspected he may have felt similar feelings for her, but they never acted on them and thus were never romantically involved. But they were very close, and they even got matching tattoos on their face and neck.
Rebellion/Running Away:
Not long after her thirteenth birthday, the nightmares consuming her were all too powerful, affecting her mood and thought process. She became very anxious that these urges would soon take over, and she would hole herself in her room, away from others. Sometimes she would find herself arguing with Lua’nna, too afraid to confide in her about the visions she was having. This did drive a wedge in their mother/daughter relationship, and Lua’nna tried to chalk it up to typical teenaged hormones.
Otherwise, there wasn’t any specific rebellion or running away that she would do.
Reckless Behavior:
One fateful night, the urges finally took over and she had her first killing spree. First, she stabbed Lua’nna to death while she was sleeping in her bed. She then left their house in the Upper City, electrocuting any passerby that crossed her path. She snuck into Kalandrin’s house by climbing into his bedroom window. She had planned to stab him as well, yet he was awake in his room, reading a book. He thought that she was finally confessing her love for him, but instead, she cut his head off, keeping it as a prize for herself.
Her urge faded as she held Kalandrin’s head in her hands. Appalled by the grotesque scene, she quickly dropped his head, fleeing his bedroom as fast as she could. She didn’t stop running until she was at the docks of the Grey Harbor, debating whether or not she should let herself drown for her crime.
Peer Pressure:
While she was debating whether she should jump into the harbor, Sceleritas Fel arrived, telling Mythrae that everything would be fine, that she was destined to become a cold-blooded killer for her father, Bhaal. He pressured her away from committing suicide, and instead, starting her life anew in the Temple of Bhaal. Knowing that her reputation would be tarnished come morning if she didn’t go with him, she accepted, following him back into the sewers where her mother found her so many years ago.
Taking Responsibility:
In a way, Mythrae never publicly took responsibility for the lives she took that night. If anything, she was encouraged to continue her slaughtering, which she did to please Bhaal. But internally, she knew that she had wronged them — and so many people after — and she hated herself for it. She secretly wished for her old life back, and that her urges could fade away into nothing.
Part Four: Adulthood
⚠️ TW - mentions of rape/sexual assault ⚠️
BEFORE THE NAUTILOUD…
Serious Relationships:
Her first and only serious relationship was with Lord Enver Gortash, who had approached her about hatching a plan between the Chosen of the Dead Three. He had a charm about him that immediately drew her in, and they fell for each other quite quickly while working together to enslave the Elder Brain. He had even proposed to her with a ring she wore throughout most of the game events.
Their “First Time”:
Mythrae has pledged herself to celibacy until Bhaal instructed her to sire a new Bhaalspawn, originally planned to be with Gortash. However, Orin had disguised herself as the Chosen of Bane and attacked Mythrae, taking her virginity in the Temple of Bhaal before knocking her unconscious with her blade.
Work:
Up until Orin had attacked her, Mythrae was the leader of the Church of Bhaal, acting as the High Priestess over the congregation, preaching her father's word and leading various rituals.
Leaving Home:
A bit unique for Mythrae, considering it wasn’t her choice to leave home in the first place. She had no intention of ever leaving Baldur’s Gate or the Temple of Bhaal. So, when she woke up on the Nautiloud flying through the Hells, she knew something wasn’t right and that (at bare minimum) she was not meant to be here.
Aging:
Mythrae never really gave much of a thought to her age. She was young for an elf (around 139), and since elves can live for hundreds of years past that, she knew she had plenty of time to live a full life (devoted to Bhaal).
Finding Your Place
Mythrae was made to believe that the Temple of Bhaal was her place. That she would spend the rest of her days here, following every command her father gave to her. Thought she thought that maybe, just maybe, she was destined to do more with her life.
Starting A Family (Found or Otherwise)
She found family with the other Bhaalspawn in the Temple, however, her relationship with her siblings was very strained. They all wanted to be their father's favorite, especially Orin, who did not think Mythrae was worthy of her title.
Of course, she had planned to have Gortash as her husband when he became Archduke of Baldur's Gate so they could rule together, and also produce as many Bhaalspawn as father desired. Then, Mythrae was to kill Gortash, and become the rightful ruler of the city.
DURING GAME/AFTER THE ELDER BRAIN…
Serious Relationships:
After she escaped the Nautiloud, Mythrae didn't even give any thought to a potential serious relationship, as she was just trying to survive. However, she and Astarion grew very close, sharing similar traumas and feelings about the world. She didn't judge him for being a vampire, and he didn't judge her for the murderous urges, even after she tried to kill him. Their relationship further blossomed into a deep bond and they helped each other become better throughout their journey.
Their “First Time”:
Her first time (that wasn’t part of a planned attack) didn’t even happen until Act 3 with Astarion, after they had defeated Cazador for good. He had tried to seduce her before (Act 1 romance scene), but the trauma of her previous attack prevented her from moving forward, which the memory of it was explicitly shown to Astarion via tadpole connection.
But by the time Cazador was defeated, both of them felt comfortable and ready to share their first time with each other at his gravestone (and it was great. might write about it someday)!
Work:
After she rejected Bhaal, Mythrae found herself with nowhere to go. So, she and Astarion begin life in the Underdark together as mercenaries for hire. With her powerful spells and his sharpshooter skills, they become infamous throughout the land, with some Lolth-sworn drow ending up on the hunt after them. But as long as they have each other, they’ll be more than happy.
Leaving Home:
It wasn’t the easiest decision, but Mythrae's biggest concern is Astarion living somewhere where he did not have to worry about the sun scorching his skin, so she told him that she would be willing to leave Baldur's Gate to be with him in the Underdark, where he would be safe.
Aging:
Nowadays, the thought of her aging comes up a bit more often. She knows that she can still live for hundreds of years with Astarion by her side, but at the same time, one day she will die, and he will live on without her. But she doesn't want him to think about it yet, so she tells herself it's a conversation they'll have further down the line.
Finding Your Place:
At first, Mythrae was cautious to move to the Underdark with Astarion, truth be told. Lua’nna had never taken her there, though she shared her stories of her adventures down there. The only time she had gone were with her other companions on the way to Baldur’s Gate, and it was… a bit much, truth be told. But with her love by her side, they are able to find a home to make their own, getting into the routine of mercenary work and traveling through the lands to find any vampires that might need their help.
Starting A Family (Found or Otherwise):
To her, the party members she’d grown so close to over so little time had become her found family. Sure, she and Astarion may not be able to see them as often as they’d like, but they continue to gather every six months so they can catch up on their lives and remember the good (and bad) times. Mythrae also kept correspondence with Gale often, as he is researching the cure for vampirism at Blackstaff Academy.
Mythrae and Astarion know the risks that having a dhampir child could bring and the potential of bringing about another Bhaalspawn to the world, so they decide to not have children. They do have a sphinx cat, named Fluffington, that they treat like their own child, though. They’re the kind of cat parents to dress their pet up in cute little outfits for holidays and festivals!
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songfic tag game
Pick a song to accompany each of your fics or as many as you like. This might be the fic's inspiration or just pure vibes that you'd like to share with readers. Tag as many people as fics you feature (or do as you please!)
Compiled playlist here [youtube link]
performance review (Zarys/Rugan, BG3, one shot, explicit)
The Way Things Are - Fiona Apple
If you keep on killing, you could get me to settle
And as soon as I settle, I bet I'll be able to move on
Sidereal Lovers (Abramar/Fortuna, The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood, one shot, mature)
Another Ballad for Heavy Lids - Stars of the Lid
(instrumental)
aqua vitae (Rugan/Tav, BG3, series, explicit)
H2O - Jasmine Sokko
This is my first big chance
But here I am, letting it run through my fingers
Like so much water through my fingers, like so much water
(psst... I made a whole playlist for these two idiots)
You Can't Go Home Again (Dammon/Tav, BG3, series, explicit)
Nagorny Karabach - Einstürzende Neubauten
my sys- or diastole
and between them the moment
borne by the birds
about their business here
in the enclave of my heart
where I lose myself
Night Swimming/Delay (Vincent/Jerome, Gattaca, one-shot, mature)
Without You I'm Nothing - Placebo, David Bowie
Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide
I'll take it by your side
Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide
I'll take it by your side
Tagging @commander-krios @my-favourite-zhent @say-lene @orlesianapologist @rolansrighthorn (again, only if you want to!)
#tag game#tagging you if you want to play :)#I want to know what kind of music my mutuals and readers like!#my writing#bg3 fanfic#cosmic wheel sisterhood#gattaca
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On Repeat!
I was tagged by @mel-0n-earth to put my spotify "on repeat" playlist on shuffle and post the first 10 songs.
god this is going to be so cringe, my hyperfixations as of late have been so embarrassing /dies
Colorful - SHINee
Seven (feat. Latto) - Jung Kook, Latto
Alkaline - Sleep Token
NOBODY LUVS U :( (Remix) - babyMINT
Don't Call Me - SHINee (i'm pretty sure I played this on repeat for 2 hours while I was drawing fanart using a fancam from this song LOL)
Utopia - TesseracT
Blame It On The Edit (feat. The Cast of RuPaul's Drag Race) - RuPaul
Gee - Girl's Generation
Guilty - TAEMIN (this on my astarion-coded playlist)
Burn My Dread - 川村 ゆみ
(can you tell i like kpop..)
I'm going to tag @rolansrighthorn and @rat-pissed! unless you guys don't use spotify then no worries LOL
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BG3 Backstory Bash by Kelandrin
This is a challenge to help people flesh out their Tav’s backstory by exploring their past. It is organized into four sections with seven prompts. You can treat this as a monthly challenge or a general project. You can write headcanons, fics, or share art based on the prompts! You can interpret the prompts however you want. If you want to share use the tag #bg3backstorybash
i was tagged by @rolansrighthorn , this is just out here making my day! i tag @dutifullylazybread
Baby:
Parents: an unknown peasant woman with many a john to pay the get what was needed at times
Birth: out in the fields she was born in the dirt of drying crops and had to be plopped into a basket as mothers shift wasnt over.
First word: "mama?"
When they first walked: there was no one present to remember the day she waddled across cold wood floors to try and pry a door open so she could follow her mother out. it didnt work she cried until she fell asleep
Tantrum: too many to count, she didn't like being left alone
First sickness: she was perpetually malnourished, any other ailments where hard to pick up on
Thunderstorm: she loved the rain and she loved when the sky was angry, it made her feel validated and understood
Childhood:
Friends: Dwylla didn't really have friends she kept robbing people and on the off chance they caught her she would just go kinda wild and make sure they couldn't take anything back.
Siblings: she was born to a woman who thought she was infertile, there are no others.
Birthday: midspring precise date is unknown but she doesn't know this.
Games: tap, when she was sold to a gladiatorial ring her and the other kids would play tap. you have to touch a persons face and if you win you get half their dinner because the whole thing seems cruel. she won so often that she wound up being the bulkiest of them all.
Learning something new: she stares and watches with intense focus, she can learn so much that way as there was rarely ever anyone to teach her. she would watch patrons and guests she watches pick pockets thieves and assassins at work. its when you are seen as about the same as the damn floorboards
Trauma: Her mother sold her to a gladiators for a small pouch of gold. Dwylla started in the stocks and mills, cleaning up and serving people but after rebuffing unwanted advances was punished by being put into a selection pit. they didn't expect her to win. As he prize she was permitted to enter the smaller rings as a side fighter, where she was expected to die a splendid death. instead she won and kept winning and with every victory came a prize, a little potion bottle. it contained a small but permanent strength boost, hers focused on the parts of her that had the best circulation. her legs and tail.
Teenager:
First love: First love was an visiting gladiator who didn't know who she was he played and though she would be a fun bedding, he was the first person she strangled with her tail alone.
Rebellion: when she was given the prize of a private room with a view to the outside she ripped apart parts of the wall and clawed her way out .
Running away: its all she ever wanted to do but resulted in her being locked up and tied down in the 'champions tower' until it was time to go out in he ring again.
Reckless behavior: her reckless behavior keeps her alive though just barely.
Peer pressure: you cant bully a person who sees you as competition
Growing pains:she has stretch marks on her upper thighs,lower back and around the base of her tail from those damn strength potions
Taking responsibility: she is very much of the mindset of ' i either did it or i didn't" and has no problem admitting when she did something. until waaayyyy later
Adulthood:
Their “first time”: It's Rolan because of course it is. She sees straight through him, she loves how much he loves his siblings and it breaks her heart that he only has himself really. she can put up with how prickly he is because its nothing to her, words said in anger are very little most of the time. Rolan rarely stings her this way and hes never even considered raising a hand.
Serious relationships: its really only ever been Rolan, it only ever could be.
Work: after winning her way out of the ring she does manual labor, building houses and bridges. she just loves being able to build things instead of tear them down. the first things he makes a is a traveling wagon. it has the tiniest wood stove, it fits about 5 pine cones in it and keeps her little wagon toasty, with s a single massive window on side its easy to feel at ease in it
Leaving home: she won enough fights to 'buy herself' and was free at the tail end of 29 years old but was taken up by the nautiloid about 1 and a half years later
Aging: she will age slower than a human but much faster than an elf, so maybe she'll never live to be several centuries old but maybe one or two
Finding their place: she though she found her place in the world when she was building houses at super cheap rates for families who just cant afford more. she loved watching kids run in thrilled to have a roof and a door.
Staring a family/found family: she truly considers with all her heart Lae'zel and Astarion her family as she calls them her left and right, in reference to heart ventricles but they joke Astarion the left because something ain't right! Lae'zel takes pride in being her right hand.
in fact the 1st reason Rolan may have noted his importance to Dwylla is because he realized she left behind Lae'zel to protect him and the siblings. Dwylla would never do that, not for anyone. when he mentions it to Lae'zel, she tells him he must be of some value if was smart enough to make the connection.
she does eventually build a family with Rolan though she never gets comfortable in the highest parts of the tower
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And thanks to @rolansrighthorn for this one!
Fic (totally not me being self-indulgent) and game spoilers below the cut.
Gale x Dulcinea (OC Tav)
Because Dulcie is my baby and the evolution of her relationship with Gale is my Roman Empire, I had to break this down act by act.
Prologue
“Heaven” — Shygirl
I just wanna make you love me too
The way you're on my mind
I should know how you act by now
Just can't give up on this time
Dulcinea and Gale go way back. They met when she was a seventeen year-old debutante and he was still Mystra’s Chosen and ten years her senior. He only knew her as Lorroakan’s sister — a shallow party girl who only cared about having a good time. He was always polite to her in the way he was to anyone else, but he looked down his nose at her. Meanwhile, Dulcinea pined after him, even after her engagement to his cad of a colleague.
Act I
“Wish on an Eyelash” — Mallrat
I made a wish on an eyelash
Made a wish on elevens
Made a wish on my birthday
Talk about you to heaven
Dulcinea Selemchant was the last person Gale expected to encounter in the wilderness of the Sword Coast, even less so with the same tadpole problem as him.
Dulcinea and Gale spend more time together and Gale realizes that Dulcinea has depth and strength to her, especially as she begins to step away from her roots and find a new path and a new niche in swordsmanship.
It scares him, but Gale eventually realizes that he likes Dulcinea more than he realized. There is a very NSFW chapter about this exact moment, titled “A Wish on an Eyelash” where Gale recognizes how much he desires her.
Act II
“Moonrise Kingdom” — Angel Haze
Baby, it's a wild world for you
Moonrise Kingdom only made for two
In these trees there's no escaping truth
They think they're saving you
They think they're saving you
Dulcinea goes into a fit of rage over Mystra’s order for Gale to detonate the Netherese orb. Her friends, Karlach and Wyll, reel her back in and help her realize that self-centeredness won’t save Gale. She commits to saving him and finding any way possible to keep him alive.
Act III + Epilogue/Wedding/Returning to Waterdeep
“This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)” — Talking Heads
There’s a lot of fun to be had in this act for Gale and Dulcinea. They forge friendships independently of one another and take a trip to the Upper City (the “Eros” chapters of my fic). During their time in the Upper City, Dulcinea realizes there’s a life beyond the lavishness in which she lived before and that she may no longer fit into that world when she returns to Waterdeep. She realizes that “the place” is wherever Gale and her friends are.
At the end of Act III, with the Absolute defeated, Gale has a decision to make: does he ascend to godhood or remain mortal? He realizes instead that “the place” is with Dulcinea, that his heart calls to her far louder than it does towards ascension.
#dulcineacore#tag game#bg3 fic#gale dekarios#gale x oc#gale of waterdeep#baldur's gate 3#the real housewives of waterdeep soundtrack#baldur's gate#bg3 gale#bg3#god of ambition
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Tagged by @rolansrighthorn
⟡♦ FAVE SHIPS ♦⟡ Keeping BG3
Orin/Shovel the Quasit -- but a friendship ship, I think they would have so much fun together
Minthara/Malkira my Evil Durge
Omeluum/Blurg
Halsin/Shadowheart/Luce my BardTav
Halsin/Gale
Gortash/Gale
Shadowheart/Gale
Aylin/Isobel /me, just me wedge me in the middle
Wyll/Lae'zel
Wyll/Karlach
Lae'zel/Wyll/Karlach
Dammon/Aerfen my MonkTav
⟡♦ LAST SONG(S) ♦⟡
Bling-Bang-Bang-Born - Creepy Nuts
Tout petit moineau - Igorrr
⟡♦ LAST FILM(S) ♦⟡
Saltburn
Not a Film, but I was watching Better Call Saul during the last month of work for bg noise
⟡♦ CURRENTLY READING ♦⟡
Swords of Eveningstar - Ed Greenwood
For multipart fanfics, I'm actively reading:
A Little Wicked by @.dandelion-bride/thesemortalsbe
New Tricks by @.my-favourite-zhent/unmoderated_zhentarim
Mutually Assured Destruction by bearhugsandshrugs
I'm forgetting one, i cannot for the life of me remember holy shit i feel bad
I cannot tell you how many and which single and shortshot fanfics I have read. I do not keep track of the ones I read on my phone well.
⟡♦ CURRENTLY CRAVING ♦⟡
Korean food always
Cheese. Just like in general.
Uhhh, tagging @grossjay since you've tagged me before. And anyone else who wants it.
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Facing Your Fate- A Felix/human mate focus that adds in Demetri as a third lover in later chapters. This story follows Elise’s journey to proving she is worthy to become immortal. This fic is in it’s late stages, beginning to end. There will be a prequel series eventually, detailing Elise and Felix’s story of how they fell in love pre-Facing Your Fate era.
Family of Ruins- A fic that follows Juniper’s journey to adjusting to vampire life after book!canon Jane and Alec turn her impulsively one day when she catches their interest as a mother. This is also another Felix mate bond fic that is slow burn, frenemies to lovers. This fic is in its early stages, with major events still being drafted.
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Shadowhunter books by Cassandra Clare
ACOTAR books by Sarah J Maas
Twilight Saga by Stephenie Meyer
Night World by L. J. Smith
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I’m so sorry if this is a stupid question but I genuinely don’t know much about the topic.
When it comes to Tiefling ruts, would they be considered painful without a partner?
Not at all a stupid question! 🖤 Because this is entirely a fan-created headcanon, so I'm sure everyone who subscribes to it has different thoughts about it! Tief tumblr weigh in 👀
Personally, as a lifelong Trekkie and Spock girlie, I have a lot of biased opinions about this (pon farr anyone? no?) So I may not be the person to ask. My short opinion would be yes, probably it would be a more painful situation without a partner. Or at least, it would likely be more drawn-out to go solo during a heat/rut cycle. That makes sense to me from a biological standpoint (don't look too closely at my logic, it is shaky)
@forgeofthenine @ceo-of-sloppy-men @rolansrighthorn Shamelessly tagging the three of you on this, in case you have...thoughts to add 👀
#tiefling ruts#underdark-dreams asks#so sorry for abusing tag privileges#but now i have Thoughts™️ and need to hear Discourse™️
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🖤 WIP Whenever 🖤
Tagged by @commander-krios and @dutifullylazybread! Thank you both! No-obligation tags for your fic or art WIPs: @rolansrighthorn, @faerunsbest, @swordcreature
I thought I'd share more from my in-progress Rolan rut fic, Birds and Bees. It started as a one-shot and is now drafted out at 3 chapters (oops!)
(Featuring a new Tav! She's a ranger who swings by Sorcerous Sundries to do her alchemy when she's in the city, and attempts to flirt with the oblivious wizard in her free time)
A laugh came from behind his back. “Do you mind?”
Rolan turned to look. Tav was gesturing at the corner of her makeshift alchemy station with eyebrows raised. To his own confusion, he found that his tail had traveled there of its own accord sometime in the past minutes. It lay coiled on the wood, its tip flicking back and forth in her direction, as if seeking her attention.
With another chuckle, Tav’s fingers closed around it and playfully dropped the appendage off the edge of her work desk.
An involuntary sound caught in Rolan’s throat. The moment her hand connected with his skin, a shock of blood rushed to his groin. He nearly tipped forward in alarm at the feeling.
The rapid redirection left his legs wobbling and bloodless. His knees nearly buckled under him; he gripped sharp claws into the edge of his wooden desk to steady himself.
As the ringing in his ears cleared, he heard Tav reading under her breath behind him as she ground something in her mortar. Praise the gods that whatever just happened to his body had escaped her notice.
“I need a book from the library—”
Without a backward glance, Rolan stumbled toward the stairs.
#if you see this and want to join#consider yourself tagged!!#wip whenever#rebgrrl writes#rolan x tav#i initially planned this as just a smut oneshot#but it's so interesting to think about how ruts work#and specifically what rolan's nuclear embarrassment surrounding it would look like
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Facts About Fellow Writers Tag Game
Thank you @darkurgetrash and @lostinforestbound for the tags! Tagging @rolansrighthorn (zero pressure, only if you feel like participating 🖤)
Last book I read:
I'm reading through the Fourth Wing series by Rebecca Yarros right now (thanks for the rec Cal!) Last book I finished was a re-read of Jennette McCurdy's I'm Glad My Mom Died. Obsessed with her raw honesty
Greatest literary inspiration:
Jane Austen for her characterization and use of the Loud Silence, and Dickens for his world building and details! (sidenote A Tale of Two Cities: The Musical was one of the 2008 recession's most tragic victims, go look it up if you're a Les Mis fan)
Things in my current fandom I want to read but I don't want to write:
I very much want to but am so bad at writing M/M pairings 🫣 At the same time, M!Paladin Tav x any of the Tiefling men is literally catnip to me. I love it sm 😩
Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me:
Ikaron 💗 Anything Ikaron, including a rewrite of the Tieflings in Act 2 with him as a protag. I'll probably write it anyway! We Ikaron lovers are few but feral. There are dozens of us!
You can recognize my writing by:
Pared-down prose, comma splices, gerunds, too many adverbs, use & abuse of pining tropes. Generally all the things I was taught not to do in my creative writing program but said fuck it
My most controversial take (current fandom):
Zevlor as a paladin companion ("good" route alternative to Minthara) makes more sense than Halsin or Minsc as a companion. Halsin at least should've been party-recruitable going into Act 2 and the Shadow-Cursed Lands. Right? He would have so much idle dialogue while exploring that map. And though I truly adore Minsc and do use him in my party (re-specced to Gloomstalker to give Astarion a break now and then), he's just recruited so late in Act 3. Recruiting Zevlor in the Mindflayer Colony and bringing him into Act 3 (plus the Ketheric fight) would've just been so interesting for the Tief community as a whole. They are such a big part of Acts 1 & 2, it just feels like they need more closure in the final act.
Current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut):
I'd say a 7! I am noodling on little blurbs every night, including for my Rolan WIPs, and for any other NPCs that strike my fancy. I don't have as much free time as I did in January (fuck work) or I'd be writing a lot more. And Rimworld Anomaly DLC + Stardew 1.6 are seriously testing my free time lmao! But the thirst to write can never be snuffed out~
Top 3 favorite tropes?
MUTUAL PINING 😩
Forced Proximity ( awakened by @catsharky who handed me the plot for Pent Up)
Hurt/Comfort
Share a random frustration:
It takes me a lot of time and effort to get into a writing flow. The littlest distraction can completely derail a good session (ADHD gang wya)
Also, I can never turn off my editor mode, am constantly editing as I draft, and am slow as fuck at writing as a result 😭
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wip whenever
tagged by @commander-krios @my-favourite-zhent@rolansrighthorn
tagging @dustdeepsea and @wanderingisobel bc I know they're cooking something good
this is actually from chapter 2 of an upcoming fic featuring Geraldus x Named Tav, where Estrelle, a Cleric of Selune, meets Geraldus before the events of the game.
(yes I'm still working on Killing Me Softly don't worry! hoping to get the next chapter out next week)
this is very much a work in progress so pls be kind
Estrelle sighed deeply into her empty wine glass.
Her sponsor, Faelynn, had convinced her to celebrate her induction at the Elfsong, her treat. She was more than happy to drink to her success, but after finishing her first glass, her mind filled with clouds of doubt.
The thoughts trickled in like rain, contrasting the late summer sun shining through the windows:
Did she make the right choice? Was it worth it to risk her life to keep the city she loved safe? Would she make the citizens of Baldur’s Gate proud?
In fact, would she make her parents proud?
“Done already?” A half-elf asked, pulling Estrelle out of her thoughts. She sat across her in the booth, tankard freshly filled. “It usually takes you years to finish a glass.”
“And you’re on your third drink, Faelynn.” She chuckled, lifting her empty glass and tapping the rim against the tankard. “Try not to go too wild tonight, hm?”
“But we’re celebrating!” Faelynn exclaimed before taking a large swig of her ale. “If anyone should be getting drunk, it should be the new Harper Elle!”
“I think I’ll pace myself tonight, thank you.” The last thing she wanted was for more intrusive thoughts to fill up her mind. Or to be sloppy drunk in the streets of the city she swore to protect.
“Suit yourself,” Faelynn shrugged, “but I hope you know how proud I am. You’re gonna do great work in the Harpers, kiddo.”
“Likewise.” she smiled before bringing her glass to her lips, forgetting it was empty.
The half-elf’s eyebrows raised in amusement.
“Aye, looks like you need that second drink, eh?” She laughed before taking a few more sips of her own drink. “I’ll get you another once mine is done”
“Thank you, Fae. You’re too good to me.”
Estrelle let her eyes wander around the Elfsong, glancing over from one person to the next. It was always interesting to spy on the different patrons and predict why they were there.
For example, the couple at the table next to hers was most certainly a man with his elven mistress. The elderly man was trying to hide his face from most of the other patrons, and the woman looked much, much younger than him.
Though elves do live much longer than humans, she thought, so maybe it’s not as taboo as it seems.
Then, on the other side of the tavern, a blonde man looked to be crying tears into his drink, his face rather forlorn. Perhaps he was dumped by his lover, or maybe his mother had passed away.
Either way, probably not the healthiest way to handle his emotions.
And at the bar sat a young, handsome half-elf, with raven hair that settled just above his shoulders…
Wait a minute… is that…
She squinted, trying to make out the details of his side profile. Sure enough, she saw his big, hazel eyes, shimmering in the dim tavern lighting.
Geraldus?!
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