#BG3 Rolan

[alizha]

Have I got the fic for you if you’re into Rolan/Tav and whatever this^ genre is.

we need more jerk off scenes but ones that are depressing, pathetic, and lame. I wanna see the next it boy sobbing and stroking his shit face down

[gingermeg]

rolan relapse

[sharess-festhall]

I wish I was as buff as the BG3 strong body type women so I could pick up Rolan and throw him around <3

[panjams-posts]

Silly quick doodle based on George Taylor cookie stream today

[alizha]

^this is actually so perfect because here’s the sequel(i suppose) of the fic recommendation i posted earlier today. have fun rolan enjoyers

we have to stop letting people write our pathetic Guys as daddy doms. i hope the next pandemic is premature ejaculation

[corinthianrm0]

some progress for the mistletoe kissin game

still some work to be done! but sketches are aaaaalmost there

surprise below the cut.

[ashprince-of-bel-air]

I see Rolan in game as an bsolute brat, evidenced from his snotty behaviour in the first two acts until you save his siblings and then he begins to warm to you, becoming the paragon of smug politeness that he is.

As much as I love a needy and whiny Rolan as many of you write ever so deliciouly. I just want a bratty Rolan. He knows what he wants and he commands it from you. You don't need a hair tie to go down on him because he will grab your hair for you and guide you all the way.

I need Rolan being the master of the tower, knowing his worth and basking in it.

[reverieblondie]

His eyes!!! So beautiful like always!

Downloaded some new procreate pens? Time to draw the blorbo.

[underdark-dreams]

Haha get loved unconditionally idiot. Get absolutely fuckin cherished. Lol you're about to be hugged so hard. I appreciate you deeply as a person, what you gonna do about it? Nothing lmao

[lucidpeech]

against all odds, we all survived, together.

[hekuuu]

first part of my Baldur's Gate 3 tarot deck!!

part 2, part 3

[catsharky]

Ember please you're gonna kill him

Rewinding back to the Last Light Inn cause I haven't tormented Rolan enough. Ember's got zero shame and no interest in getting dressed before breakfast (she's worked nights for 2 decades so the fact she's awake before noon is a miracle, honestly)

If Rolan didn't owe her big time she would be getting the dressing down (hah) of her life.

The Rolan Comic Part 1 • Latest part

[chertas2]

silly

[jansendraws]

Family picture🌻

[ashprince-of-bel-air]

I haven't written about Rolan in a while and now I have the brain rot for him again.

The threat of the Netherbrain had fallen, throwing the celebration of Baldur's Gate into question. Any hands that had participated in the downfall of the city had now been eradicated. A city wide party was now in order, festivities went on for days, parties took place on the street and not a single person was absent. Though Rolan only played a minor part in the thwarting of the Netherbrain, he was celebrated and revered as a hero, offer upon offer was made of wine, beer and company to him.

Ever the stoic gentleman, Rolan declined every offer, he aided in the downfall of the Netherbrain but felt unworthy in the claiming of its defeat, instead he turned those who would honour him towards his friend Tav, watching their annoyed face and smirking to himself, laughing internally as he watched Tav politely accept each offering whilst shooting Rolan dirty looks, knowing that he had sent them their way on purpose.

Baldurs Gate had calmed after a week or so, the celebrations finally died down and business as normal had resumed, albeit frantic for a brief period to cover the lost time spent partying.

It wasn't the story of him helping the "Hero of Baldur's gate" that drew you to Sorcerer's Sundries, you were drawn by the stories of Rolans talent, eager to learn what you could from him, the stories you heard about him we almost like fiction. Holding his own in the shadow cursed lands, saving the teifling children and then to aiding in the defeat of the blight that was the Netherbrain. How could you not be enthralled by such talent and power.

The day you arrived at Sorcerer's Sundries was a busy one, many were attempting to seek employment just to be near Rolan. You counted yourself amongst the few people there who were concerned with Rolans skill, not the ever inflating legend that people were spreading in the city. The interview process was brutal, though you were only seeking to apply as a librarian for now it still made you nervous, having to explain the nuances of each area of magic before Rolan himself was nerve wracking. In the end you were granted the job, recieving a personal thanks and praise from Rolan as you were by far the most outstanding applicant for the role.

As you started your role as librarian and assistant you took to it like a duck to water, whether it was client or colleague that needed assistance you attended them with vigour. The library of Sorcerer's Sundries became a second home to you, you knew every bookshelf and cranny intimately, you could tell the difference in the wood grain between certain shelves, knowing which ones were chipped and which had been freshly stained.

You had excelled at your job as librarian, recieving praise often, yet it was your role as assistant that saddened you some days. Attending Rolan made your heart flutter every time, you would bring him his meals and cleaned his private study. It was a quick job cleaning his study, Rolan was meticulous and kept things in their proper place, only a quick clean was ever required of you.

Each day you brought Rolan his meals he was always enthralled on some research, yet it never stopped him from approaching you to bow and thank you profusely for attending to him, each time it made you shudder and caused butterflies to stir in your stomach, blushing and trying to hide your face as your left his office in a hurry, a fact that Rolan noticed and smirked at every time.

The Netherbrain plot had now faded into distant memory over the last few weeks, life had returned to normality for the citizens of Baldur's Gate. Working at Sorcerer's Sundries was heaven, you were left to attend to the books and had regular audience with Rolan, a thing that was envied by most people as he was the wizard of the grand tower.

Each meal you brought Rolan elicited some small talk, asking how the day was going and what plans you had for the night. It was performative at first, to make the situation less awkward between the two of you, yet after a while the performative facade faded away.

Rolan saw you often and wanted to know more, to know what you liked and what made you tick. Rolan began to enjoy the daily visits where you brought his meals, the food was inconsiqusntial at this point, he was interested in the short small talk you had together, laughing internally at the blushes on your cheek that he caused. He was an intelligent man and knew that you haboured some sort of feeling for him, admittedly he found your presence and form attractive in equal measure, all he needed to do was take the risk and act upon it.

The day was like any other in the library, answering queries and suggesting certain tomes was just daily business. Lunch was approaching and so was your next visit with Rolan, a thought that excited you every time. Brushing off the dust of the old books from your dress you made your way to the kitchens. Never before had there been a full kitchen in the shop, yet the growing amount of staff meant it became a necessity to have one. Today's option was a roast pork meal, you plated it up ready to take to the master of the tower.

As you approached the tower with hot food in hand you daydreamed about Rolan once again, you knew it was folly to believe he would want you, yet it never stopped the daydreams. The door to Rolan's study was thick and heavy, after some time you had now become acquainted with it's weight and opened it with ease. You approached his desk, meal in hand and placed it gently upon it, calling for Rolan and announcing his meal was ready.

It was quiet in his study, not an uncommon thing but this time he hadn't responded to your call. Instead you felt a hand stroke your hair, jumping at the feeling of it before hearing a familiar laugh. "Are you always this skittish?" A low rumble of a chuckle left Rolan's throat as he continued to play with a strand of your hair, savouring the softness of it.

You felt Rolan's other hand upon your waist, hungrily grasping at your curves, feeling like his hands wanted to learn more about your body. All it took was a quick gasp and you were turned to face him, to stare in those hypnotic golden eyes of his. You felt his finger hook underneath your chin, forcing you to look up at him as he spoke to you. "I appreciate all you do for me, yet I would ask more of you, if you would be so inclined"

Rolan's thumb stroked softly over your lips as he spoke, you knew what task he was implying and it excited you, it was something you had also desired. You stared into his golden eyes and considered his proposal, it was not a hard decision to make, you aimed to please and had desired him from the beginning. The feeling of his thumb upon your lips is what convinced you, taking it into your mouth and biting playfully, it was all the confirmation both of you needed.

[kelsh]

I’ve finally finished a play through of BG3 so I think I am qualified to make these

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