#bor bg3

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Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor, briefly turned into tieflings, thanks to some suggestions from the Geraldus discord <3 (looking at you @russica)

(Boraldus)

[themoralsupport]

Just leap the flames to take a chance To be with me tonight

Take my hand and hold it tight 'Cause you and I are everywhere The night is young

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Some more Borlach fanart! I am very normal about them ❤️‍🔥💚

[baniteangel]

Absolutely adore forming little attachments to just some random guy™ in bg3. Like, for no reason I just love Harper Bor and am always making sure he’s safe :) he’s got like one line. Like 50 people share his face. But dang it that’s my dude.

And then theres Queen Rhol the Despoiler who is just?!?! So beautiful and has the hottest outfit and best jewellery. I love her. Who is she? literally a queen. Like my tav would 100% be making so many excuses why the gang just has to go back to Sharess’ so they can see her.

Thankyou bg3 for giving me so many characters to fawn over.

(Please lmk your fave smaller npcs!)

[bg3smash-or-pass]

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Yeah yeah Astarion whatever, let's talk about TECOTHY.

what do you mean who

the Baldur’s Gate 3 fandom is like the one place where you’ll find numerous people going “i need him carnally” and you look up the character they’re talking about and they have 5 lines of dialogue. GIRL WHO IS THAAAAAT

[wizardfancier]

my two BG3 blorbos:

Damien (name subject to future change), gnome bard who is a bit sassy but generally a good dude. Just wants to go to waterdeep with the mage husband and retire early to write rude limericks

Bors, power hungry tiefling warlock who isn't afraid to do some messy shit in order to get where he wants (I only just started his save file to get his appearance down)

[zeeohyi]

Heyoo I'm excited to announce that I'll be tabling (my first time yee) at Ozine Arts & Sticker Fest at UP Town Center, Katipunan this June 1-2 with these lil merchies :3 ATLA, BG3, Gravity Falls, and a whole lot more!

I'll be boothing with gummybugbear and t.sora31 at A14 (Backstreet Bors)!

Hope to see you there! <3

[chasing-chimeras]

🥝🍬🐚

I can partially answer the first one myself because you claimed that I'm better than you at bg3. I got yeeted into a pit as Gale while you whooped ass and won us the last three fights ^^

🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told?

3 fights which i initiated while we were severely under-leveled, low on spell slots, and lacking a tank 💪 (also i can't blame ethel for pushing gale over the ledge, i see him sometimes and want to do the same)

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

derek hale is kind of bor- *yanked off stage by my pr agent*

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises?

i love a surprise if it's scary/funny lol

[ziptie-bouquet]

Yeah no actually fuck BG3. I've been made aware the only fat characters in it are the enemies. From evil ogres to the an enemy that represents greed to a miniboss that drinks until his belly bursts open.

The Fire Emblem franchise does the same thing 99% of the time, even the few canonly fat heroes like Bors or Charlot, tend to be made muscular or skinny in later material.

I haven't played Fire Emblem games but I 100% believe you. My biased judgement of that franchise is based only ever seeing official art of the female character with orb boobs and that makes me not want to interact with it at all, it wouldn't surprise me if they also lacked fat characters.

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Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor (Boraldus) having a mermaid moment.

Snippet below (carries on under the cut)

Bor can hear Arthus shouting behind him, almost drowned out by the sound of his own thumping footsteps. The deck lurches as Bor runs - and for a moment he’s not stepping but flying - as the ship beneath them rocks.

The storm is getting worse. The sudden swirl of dark clouds above robbing the light. 

His boots reconnect with the deck a moment later, and he keeps running. 

“Bor don’t be a reckless fool - Bor -”

But his brother’s voice doesn’t stop him; and he sees Arthus’ face for only a moment, his look of anger and horror as Bor grins at him and throws himself over the gunwale into the roiling sea.

He battles the waves to swim to them, the stranded figure struggling in the currents, keeping his grip on the axe in his hand no matter how much harder it makes every stroke. The shadowy form is circling in the water, drawing closer - the threat of the storm no match for their hunger with prey in sight.

“Just hold on,” he calls, swimming past the figure - focused on driving away the threat. 

He strikes at them, swinging the blade in the maw of a hissing, slithering thing half made of teeth. They keep coming, and he keeps striking; jaws clamp down upon the blade of his axe, and between the creature and the choppy waves the axe is pulled from his grip.

A poor weapon for a battle in turbulent water - as the creature snaps and jolts forward - Bor draws on his other, pulling on the fire in his blood, the frustration and fever of it - he won’t fail in this rescue.

He roars in its face, and clocks it right in the jaw with a sharp fist.

As it retreats, he tries to speak - turning in the water as best he can.

“Come on,” he manages, the words a struggle with heaving lungs and waves battering his sides, “we’ll get you back to the sh-”

Bor sees dark hair, big eyes - wide with alarm - and as his eyes catch their bare arms - their exposed collar - something brushing against his legs as he paddles in place - he realises this was no castaway thrown starboard.

No - this is a -

He barely has time to register the shimmering tail and the realisation of who - or what - he has saved when an errant wave overtakes him, and he’s pulled under the surface.

Like the hand of a colossus reaching up from the ocean floor to snatch him; the grip of the current around his body drags him down into the darkness. 

The light of the surface is pulling away in his stinging sight, and in his mind is a distant thought; if I survive this, Arthus is going to kill me.

Not the most momentous final thought, but it is what he thinks as his lungs start to burst, the air choked out of them. The darkness swirls as he sinks.

Suddenly, air. Pushed with force into his starved lungs. Lips on his own, breathing into him with a kiss.

Bor feels hands on his shoulders; for a moment the air rushing out of his nose in a flurry of bubbles until he realises what is happening - the blurring visage of dark hair around him as lips linger on his own a moment longer.

Those hands grip him, his saviour moving around him effortlessly, gliding through the currents and locking around his waist, and Bor knows he needs to hold this breath as long as he can as he feels himself pulled through the depths.

–

He chokes out the water in his lungs, taking in heaving, painful breaths as his mind catches up; he’s on dry land - sort of - he blinks away the burning salt water and realises he is in a pocket of air, the stony surface below him a cavern, not sand.

Looking down at him, a pair of big eyes, a mop of sodden dark hair that is dripping on his face; and as he sits up he feels fingers retract from his chest.

Bor takes him in at last. 

Snatched from death into the arms of one as beautiful as this; Bor thinks, and recognises the delirium in the words, but he is beautiful. Sweet, soft features - parted lips like a bow - and trailing back into the water - a tail of silver blue scales, tinged with gold.

He is tense, arms wired, eyes darting across Bor’s face with trepidation. 

“Don’t be scared,” Bor says, and the words come out roughly - his throat is still raw, “I won’t hurt you.”

But he looks confused.

No - he’s not afraid - he’s wary - prepared to be attacked.

“Y-you’re not…” he mumbles, his voice small and soft, unsure, “you’re not afraid of me?”

The stuff of Harper superstitions and hushed warnings, and not a bit the vicious creatures we were warned about, Arthus will never believe this. 

Bor smiles. How could he possibly fear him, with lungs still filled with the air from his own? 

“Well,” he says, “I hadn’t expected to find out merfolk exist today, but I hadn’t expected a lot of things today. Why would I be afraid of you?” 

“You saved my life,” he says, and holds out a hand.

The man looks at it, perplexed expression growing - brows drawn into a knotted frown.

Perhaps they don’t shake hands, Bor considers.

“I’m Bor,” he says, instead, resting his hand over his chest - feeling how his heartbeat is hammering under his fingertips.

His saviour understands, placing his fingers over his own chest in turn.

“Geraldus,” he says.

He gestures to him, repeating with a small, growing smile; a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, “Bor.”

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(Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor - Boraldus)

Screaming about this beautiful comm of Geraldus x Bor from the INCREDIBLE @darkurgetrash!

They're so soft and amazing I am sobbing. THE PIN. THE SHADOW. Dead. Deceased.

Please go and check out and support @darkurgetrash's incredible work. <3 <3

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Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor = a summary

(let us scoop up that Harper and carry him to safety, Larian.)

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WIP Whenever

Tagged BACK by @lemonsrosesandlavender (how dare).

Some no pressure tags for @tavyliasin, @n1ghtmeri, @beesht and @captainsigge (come and collect your husbands, Sigge and Bee!)

Two snippets.

A snippet from the next bit of The Red Harp, ft Rugan and Zevlor.

The tiefling let out a sigh that carried far more than just a long morning’s worth of dissatisfactions.  “Don't tell me you had a hand in this?”  Rugan flashed him a grin. “Not a hand,” he said, and tilted his head from side to side, “an arm and a leg, maybe.” Zevlor turned towards him now and responded with a lowered voice. “You're not being serious?” The chief constable’s expression had sharpened; successfully ruffled within sentences.  He was too easy, Rugan thought. “You know me to be many things, Zevlor,” Rugan replied with a shrug, “but a murderer, especially of young girls, ain't one of them.”

aaaaaand a wee lil snippet of Boraldus from the next bit of 'A Harper Fell Here'

“Camp’s this way,” he said, and got moving again, “let’s see if they’ve been left with some supplies too, eh?” “Right,” Geraldus nodded, “I’ll follow you, captain.” Bor span as he walked, stepping backwards a moment, pulling a quick face. “Oh no,” he said, grimacing, “oh that’s so much worse than sir, don’t call me that.”  He was smiling a little, though, as he span back around. “Of course,” Geraldus said, adding quietly, “captain.” Bor laughed, and Geraldus found himself smiling too as he followed after.

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“You trust me, recruit?”

Bor’s voice was soft, low in the quiet of the little room. 

Geraldus nodded. Wrapped up here in his arms, his naked skin at his back - he wanted to. He wanted to trust him so badly; wanted to trust anything as much as he had, once.

“Close your eyes,” he said. 

Geraldus swallowed. 

He closed his eyes. He focused on the warmth at his back, the gentle tickling of Bor’s breath as he pressed his nose against the shell of his ear. He felt Bor smiling against his neck. 

He kept breathing. The trick was always to keep breathing; even as his pulse started to hurry, he listened instead to the steady thud of the heartbeat against his back. Of Bor’s heart; of the intimacy he offered without expectation or compromise.

Geraldus felt his fingertips grazing slowly, studiously down his side - lingering as they trailed down his arm, across his ribs, a shiver sparking across the delicate skin that followed their path.

Those gently calloused fingertips holding upon the line of his hip. Drawing for a moment across the little inked birds that adorned the skin.

Then, slow and careful, he felt Bor’s finger tracing - a simple circle, a small flick upon each apex, and then a line, drawn through its middle. 

Safe house.

Bor’s fingers drew again. A simple circle, with a small flick upon each apex, and a line, drawn through the middle.

Safe house.

Again. More shivers rippled through him as Bor drew again and again and again.

Safe house. Safe. Safe. Safe.

Geraldus drew Bor’s hand between his own - letting his fingers draw across his palm in turn. 

Safe.

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Last six lines (pt 2)

The lovely @coreene tagged me so hey, have another 6 lines from 'For Want of An Axe' ft a smidge of Tears of Selune (Geraldus x Bor)

“Each tear that fell another star;” he said, eyes briefly flicking to Bor’s, anxious, “each sorrow felt - the night sky’s bright scar.”  “Each sorrow felt - the night's bright scar,” Bor repeated, memorising, “each sorrow felt - the night's bright scar.” “Night sky's bright scar,” Geraldus corrected gently. “Night sky's bright scar, got it,” Bor echoed, then flashed Geraldus a big smile, “and … if I don't got it, stick an arrow through me and yell for help - alright?” Geraldus gave him a small, awkward smile in response. “I won't be long. Lock up behind me.”

no pressure tags foooooooooor @forget-me-maybe @my-favourite-zhent @kimberbohwrites and @viennacherries

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Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor (Boraldus)

Just a lil simple cosy WIP of my favourite harpers in love as I'm feeling a bit under the weather!