#he who was bg3

[redroomroaving]

Alrighty, everyone, here's the lines, starting with Red Harp and then the rest under the cut. I generally wrote a bit more than I needed to but it's me so:

The Red Harp (Victorian AU, 1 vote)

Rugan pulled his hat down a little, covering his eyes; as expected, quite the gaggle had gathered by the Guignol, drawn by the crushers no doubt. 

He skirted the crowd of gawping faces, watching and whispering, eyes peeled for his target.

There he was; the Chief Constable himself, all fine thick wool coat and hair pulled back and waxed neat, as if there were any amount of slick that could distract the eyes from those bloody great horns of his. 

Written in Glitter / Rave AU (Modern anti-capitalist gay eco-terrorist millenial nonsense au, 3 votes)

Geraldus hovered - a sinking feeling in his stomach even before his eyes really registered what it was he was looking at. He saw the soles first - clean and white - a pair of red sneakers sticking out of the brush.

Lae’zel had gone still beside him, eyes fixed on the same point, and her expression told him that she’d realised what it was too.

“A drunk?” He asked, hopefully, knowing already it wasn’t. 

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A Disastrous Path (Rugan, Olly, Tecothy, Moy adventures, 2 votes)

Olly braced for the impact, eyes screwed shut so at least he wouldn’t see it when he died. 

Instead, he heard a sound a bit too familiar; a noise not unlike a butchers cleaver cracking through the knuckle of a pig. 

He braved opening one eye and watched the duergar’s eyes roll back in his head to the dagger now embedded in his skull before he dropped.

Seconds later, another was hovering over him, a pair of red eyes looking him over whilst he tried to remember to breathe.

“Get up,” Tecothy said, “you’re alive.”

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Conductor, Ringmaster (Klaus & Kar'niss, 3 votes.)

“W-wait-Ni-mmnn-” Klaus stuttered, but his protest was a bit too late; the drider had already swept down - clasping his head in his hands as he set upon his mouth with a hungry kiss.

Klaus responded dizzily, trying half-heartedly to push him back, but he didn’t try very hard. His head was spinning, and his lungs still felt like they were bubbling and brewing.

Kar’niss pulled back, tongue drawing over his lips as he did, catching a little of the poison that lingered there - a small hiss in his throat.

Klaus winced.

“I - are -” Klaus watched Kar’niss’ expression run a quick gamut - surprise - distaste - curiosity, “... uh…”

“...be careful,” Klaus finished his protest, “we don’t know if you’re as immune to my poison as I am to yours.”

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Worn & Adored (Rugan x Zevlor, 2 votes, BIT SPICY BE AWARE)

He shifted beneath him, and Zevlor felt his thigh sliding between his own, pressing up, firmly and intently, against his cock.

Zevlor felt himself freeze, the jolt of hunger that rocked through him in response to that simple, crude move a greater surprise than the contact itself.

Not that he had much time to make sense of it. Rugan had already moved, lurching upwards suddenly, warm lips catching Zevlor’s parted gasp in a kiss.

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The Gauntlet (He Who Was and Lae'zel on the Fury Road, 3 votes)

His fingers pressed across her lips, but not her nostrils. 

Held over her with weight distributed precisely - pinning her limbs to the floor but not her gut, not her lungs - not crushing her. He was holding her in place. 

His eyes met her own deliberately. Then, after a moment, they flicked up - inviting her gaze to follow his. 

He was silencing her; their skirmish had drawn attention.

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Never-ending broth (Donnick & Abdirak, 4 votes)

“You, my dear,” Abdirak said as he did, holding his gaze in return, “our world connected, my tethered bones.”

Donnick pressed his brow to Abdirak's - hard - and grinned wider still.

“I love it when you say things like that,” he said. 

Abdirak grinned back, warm, pleased - appreciated.

“Good; I have no intentions of stopping,” he said, “I'll invent the words if I must.”

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Powerless (Geraldus & Bor blindfold oneshot, 1 vote)

Geraldus pressed his nose into the curve of his neck, taking in the scent of him - so warm against his lips - the smell of salt and must and lingering embers. With eyes covered, his particular aroma carried Geraldus somewhere else: a memory slipped into without thought, of sitting before his mother’s hearth watching licking flames. 

“Burning wood,” he murmured against his throat, and felt the shudder that rippled across Bor’s body from where his words brushed skin, “and…”

Home. 

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Sharp fist, Sharp suit (Rolan x Aradin, 2 votes)

He barely even looked at him; those gold eyes flitting up and over him and dismissing him in seconds - an exhale, like he was sick of the sight of him already. 

Foulblood thinks he’s too good for this, Aradin thought, finding his gut twisting into something nasty, an acidic sort of lurch he hated for being there, too good to talk to me.

“We don’t sell it,” the tiefling said blithely, turning the page of the book before him.

“You haven’t even asked what I want yet,” Aradin replied, jutting his chin. 

“Whatever it is you want,” the tiefling turned another page, “we don’t sell it.” 

POLL WIP GAME (CRYPTIC EDITION)

I was tagged by the maniacal @quescon, thanks for this, I hear you gleefully cackling from here.

Rules:

Put the names (or cryptic codenames, if you wish) of your wips into a 24 hour poll and let your followers loose. By the end of your poll, for each vote you receive, you have to add a sentence (or 15 words, whichever you prefer) to the wip that the vote was for. Results shating is optional, but fun! Finish you Fucking Fics February be upon ye!

I hate that I could actually add more to this poll, and I have purposefully left off 'A Harper Fell Here'. I am pathological.

I'll tag @darkurgetrash @kimberbohwrites @lizziemajestic @forget-me-maybe @graysparrowao3 @reverieblondie @vera-king-hrfl @dutifullylazybread, @beetrixstavern and whoever else wishes to join in.

[rolansrighthorn]

The four horsemen of "please be romanceable (or give me ONE night with them)"-pocalypse

[nateeseart]

experimenting with style

[leopardmuffinxo]

death is not the end - merely another beginning

[silvandar]

BG3 art dump

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[anreed-bg3]

[harrarthellix]

please please please do he who was i will cry

Cry then

[vspin]

I just think he's neat.

[dutifullylazybread]

Follower Milestone

Hi friends!

I am coming up on my first follower milestone (100 followers just around the corner--thank you all so much!), and I wanted to write something to thank all of you. My big caveat here is that I am still very focused on getting the Rolan x Tav fic out, so it might take me a bit to get this thank-you fic written, but I wanted to get everyone's thoughts on what you all would like me to write. I have put suggestions in the pole below, but you are absolutely welcome to add one in comments too!

Based on which one gets the most votes in this poll, I will create a following pole with some prompt ideas.

So let's begin narrowing this down--

[isas-neatstuff]

[redroomroaving]

Bee Who Was for @beesht

🐝

[bg3smash-or-pass]

[nateeseart]

Some lineart

[durge-marzio]

i'm actually crying over this. i'm making a powerpoint for "smash or pass" with my d&d group, and this is the worst freudian slip i've ever had in my life. you can clearly tell what was on my mind when i made this... instead of he who was... i wrote that

[silvandar]

New print available on my etsy!

[omgkalyppso]

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