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Thinking about moments where Durge genuinely scares Gortash

When they’re just a little too close, and Durge’s eyes are just a little too sharp to mean they’re in control of themselves and suddenly Gortash is just as vulnerable as any other person would be with them, all because he had the hubris to think himself above their harm

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Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

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This who y’all be being mean to when y’all be mean to Halsin and I don’t like that. 😡

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63301909

First full chapter of Hellbound Hearts (Rolan) is up! Next up is Zevlor!

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𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒚 𝑽𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕 🥹

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Very fond of Durge's default sorcerer robe

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the thing that drives me absolutely crazy though is that gortash is presented as this commanding dominating tyrant and yet it's consistently shown that the thing he appreciates about durge (or tav for that matter) is when they're not willing to submit to him & when they are strong enough to either stand against him or to stand with him & when they are his equal.

an insane thing for someone like him to want. you'd think he'd want to rule alone and yet the insight checks all show that he actually prefers to share so long as there's someone around worth sharing with.

"Half a smile shows he is teasing you. He doesn't think for one moment you'd fully submit to him. Nor should a spawn as formidable as you."

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Hellbound Hearts teaser 2

RaphaelxRolan

Transmasc Rolan

“You're awfully dim if you don't know what happened in Elturel, stranger.” Rolan replied, folding his arms across his chest and drawing himself up as proudly as he could manage. “It's not as if I'm out on a night time stroll for my health.”

“Ah yes, of course. Drawn into the hells by a furtive bargain made by those far and away more powerful than you and then cruelly cast out for your very nature.” The man gestured dramatically as he spoke, his voice like that of an actor monologuing upon the stage, so much so that Rolan couldn't help but turn his head more quickly than he meant to back towards the rows of tents, eyeing the one where Cal and Lia still slept peacefully, hoping against hope this man would not wake them.

“Is there a point to all these overwrought theatrics?” Rolan scowled, eyes narrowing with dislike. Already this man had him on guard and wishing he hadn't left the relative safety of the tent. Despite himself, he shifted uncomfortably.

“Oh trust me, boy, I was getting to that. And I believe it is in your best interest to hear me out…” a snap of the man's well manicured fingers and the chill of the night dissipated, replaces by the warmth of a crackling fire, steam from a hot bath. Hells, Rolan couldn't remember the last time he'd had one of those. The smell of food and heavy perfumed oils filled the air and Rolan noticed the room he was in was decadent, luxurious.

The light of many candles and that welcoming hearth glinted off polished marble floors and walls of fine Mahogany. Plush red furniture, its wood varnished gold, beckoned all around the room and in its center was a fine mineral bath surrounded by velvet pillows, plates piled high with decadent exotic fruit, golden goblets of wine, which Rolan's discerning eye knew to be of excellent quality. He felt his mouth water despite himself.

“Don't be shy, my boy. Relax. Have a drink, unwind. You certainly look tense, after all.” The voice oozed a sense of danger and of superiority. Rolan knew he shouldn't accept, but it had been so long since he'd had any semblance of luxury, of comfort.

He had been sleeping rough since the Descent when the home he shared with Cal and Lia had collapsed in on itself as the city was dragged into the hells. On top of that, in the weeks leading up to the catastrophe, the three had been saving money to travel to Baldur's Gate for Rolan's apprenticeship and even before then, there hadn't exactly been money for anything like this.

“Go on, enjoy. I like my clients comfortable, relaxed when I present to them what I can offer. Consider this a taste. A free sample, if you will, of what a deal with me can provide.” Raphael smirked, his eyes focused on Rolan. As the young man remained unmoving, those golden eyes staring warily at him, The Cambion chuckled and nodded his head. “Ah yes, of course…a touch of privacy to enter the bath. As you wish, my gifted friend.” He turned around, hands folded behind his back and eyes shut for good measure. Not that it mattered, Haarlep kept all sorts of trinkets and arcane baubles in this room to record everything that went on. Every jewel that glinted from the furniture and frames was a scrying eye unto itself.

He knew better, every synapse in his brain screamed that this was a trap, but his body ached so badly from the long journey and he had subsisted on swill and cruel for longer than any person should have to. With a sigh, once he was sure the man was looking away, Rolan began to strip out of his robes, slowly letting them fall away from his deep pink flesh, his elegant collar bones revealed first, followed by his flat chest, reddish nipples on full display just above the precise, surgical scars beneath his pectorals.

The robes slid down his slender waist and smooth belly, over the ridges and spines of his hips, he gripped them carefully just before they could descend further, making absolutely sure his mysterious benefactor wasn't looking, before allowing them to dip to his knees and pool at his feet, his round ass on full display behind and his slit uncovered at the front.

He inhaled deeply and turned, slowly stepping into the water. Gods, it was bliss. The warmth spread through his sore muscles and over his bruised and scraped skin. He felt sensation returning to his chilled fingertips as they brushed against a bottle of fine wine, picking it up and pouring himself a generous glass.

“Good, I'm so glad to see you a bit more at ease.” That serpentine voice cooed. Rolan's head shot up and now standing before him was the same man, but his tan skin was now a bright red, he was a good deal taller than he had been, and his brown hair was several shades darker, an oily black. Red eyes drank in Rolan's body, not as hidden beneath the water as he would like.

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Want to romance him 😔

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Mephistopheles: You killed my descendant. … You owe me a new one.

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𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏: 𝑹𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒏... 𝑰-𝑰'𝒎 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈...

𝑹𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒏: 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕. 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.

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CazStar : Hades and Persephone allegory

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𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔

Can't stop, won't stop.

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the duality of incubus

my friend said it has tumblr 2015 vibes (I guess it does)

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Time passed, healing the city of the destruction wrought by the Mind Fleyers' invasion. But some wounds never truly heal.

The Master of the Ramazith's Tower knew it all too well. At times, he wandered the streets of Baldur's Gate alone, lost in thoughts of his past and what future remained for him.