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I commissioned the incredibly talented @slumpsnail to draw my Tav!! And I love everything about her!! 🥹
Thank you again, Snail!! She looks gorgeous!
If you haven't had the chance, take a look at Snail's gorgeous art and definitely consider commissioning them!!
#I'm not happy crying#i am a little#i love heeeer#bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3#other people's beautiful art#tav#darcy's tav#commission#ahhhh#💕💕💕#slumpsnail
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Omg they’re hereeeeeee! My SlumpSnail prints have arrived and they’re perfect.
This is the link to their shop.
Ps- the little one is for my desk, to keep a framed photo of my imaginary husband right next to the framed photo of my real husband. 😂
#holy rolan empire#not my art#slumpsnail#rolan nation#buy art from cool people#rolanites#bg3 rolan#rolan bg3#rolan brainrot
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*wanders outside to check mailbox to see if the prints I ordered from them are here yet*
A very wet Zevlor
#y’all are making me into a Zevlor lover#zevlor bg3#bg3 zevlor#zevlor#holy rolan empire#slumpsnail#chronic old man lover
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Oh my gosh!!! Thank you so much @slumpsnail I love my aasimar Tav so so much! She is so pretty! Fantastic job as always!
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A little Rolan for the lovely @slumpsnail ♡ xoxo
#bg3#baldur’s gate 3#baldurs gate 3#Rolan#rolan bg3#bg3 Rolan#holy rolan empire#baldurs gate#doodle art
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Look what came I'm the maaaiiilll!!!!
@slumpsnail i love it ty so much!
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AAAAHH Snail I'm so glad you liked it!!! It was so fun writing this based off of the art you made, I love how you draw our favorite Tiefling Wizard, even when he's all bloody hahaha!
Inspired by @slumpsnail 's piece of their Dark Rolan concept! Check out their other piece here!
The Rise or The Downfall of a Wizard's Apprentice?
CW: Blood, Death, Description of Breakdown
The first emotion was shock. Rolan couldn't move from his place on his knees as he watched his master clinging to whatever life he had left. His hands are stained red, settled on his lap while Lorroakan crawls to him, his own blood seeping onto the floor in rapid speed. Rolan can't recall what he did exactly, but it was during one of his usual beatings. Something about being a "failure" and "an idiot who deserved everything he gave to him". The memory is fuzzy now, he didn't even realize he stopped shaking from fear.
Lorroakan doesn't say anything, not that he could from the pain, but he looks fearful. A fear of death, perhaps? What a coward.
His mouth spits blood out, and he looks ready to beg. For mercy, Rolan hopes, because how humiliating would that be, for a master to beg for his life from his student?
His mentor doesn't get the chance before he stops moving, the life leaving his eyes, wide with a permanent terror. Rolan wonders if he's going to one of the Hells, his soul forever tortured.
After the initial shock dies down, he runs his hands down his face, uncaring of the blood trail he leaves on his bruised face as his eyes shine with glee. He killed Lorroakan, the Lorroakan, and yet he felt nothing but pure joy. Is this how Tav feels when they kill someone they hate? This addicting satisfaction that makes his blood rush with adrenaline?
By the gods, is he going insane? He can't find it in his heart to care, so he laughs.
He laughs and laughs, loud and prominent, echoing in the stillness of the room. What a fool he has been. Was it always this easy to kill someone? Does it matter now? It felt so fucking good. Even as he calms, his happiness still remains. In all honesty, he thought he could have died here. When he first struck his master, it was out of terror. He was going to beat him again, and he pleaded for him to stop. It didn't work, and when his teacher's staff raised once more, he held out his hands and- Bursting into a new, quiet giggle fit, he rests his head on his still-wet hand, staring down at the body with a smile. "Oh how the mighty have fallen, Master Lorroakan. Though, you were not mighty to begin with."
A small part of his breaking mind is screaming at him, wondering what in the hells has he done? What would Cal and Lia think if they saw him now, practically bathing in his master's blood? What would their mother think? What would they think when they realized he it enjoyed it?
It doesn't matter, they're all dead, including the man he once was.
He gets up on surprisingly steady feet, leaning down and grabbing Lorroakan's hair by the scalp, beginning to drag it towards the balcony. "Master Lorroakan, do you believe in karma?"
There is no response, but it's not as if he was expecting one. The body's getting cold.
"I'm not talking about you, oh no, I'm talking about yours truly." He says casually, grip tight. "My parents abandoned me, and when I get adopted into another one, their mother dies. Then The Descent, where I saw prowling devils and undead roam the streets, tearing people apart. When we finally escape, we're exiled by Elturel, our only home. When we finally make our trek to Baldur's Gate from a grove that hated us, Cal and Lia are eaten alive by shadows."
He finally reaches the railing, leaning against it to rest briefly. "Then, when I eagerly arrive to you with nothing, you beat me for saying the wrong answers to nonsensical questions. Yet look at you now."
Lifting the head to his face, he grins happily as he stares into the lifeless eyes of his mentor. "Master, I believe karma is finally on my side, after all this time. This tower is mine now," he snorts, trying not to laugh again, "I suppose I should thank you! None of this would have happened if it weren't for your weakness."
He picks up the body proper now, getting closer to the railing. "Goodbye, Master. I'm sure there's a special place in the afterlife, just for you."
Without thinking twice on it, he throws Lorroakan's body off the edge, watching it fall down the edge of the tower. He can't see the bottom from here, but he can't only imagine the body mangling as soon as it hits the ground. The people down below probably won't recognize who it is, but that doesn't matter.
All of this knowledge in the tower he now has access to, but where to start? He should probably clean all the blood but...no, he'll keep the stains there for a while longer, as a reminder of one of his greatest achievements.
A spineless wretch is what Lorroakan was. A pathetic, greedy human who wanted to keep this almost infinite knowledge and artifacts all to himself. Now it was all Rolan's, the new master of Ramazith's tower.
Master Rolan has a good ring to it, and he's too excited to get started on his infinite studies.
That's when he notices that dwarven man in the corner of the red stained room, shaking like a leaf. Another apprentice under Lorroakan. He saw everything. What was his name again? Ah, well...
He fires his magic missile in an instant, killing the man from where he stood with the brightest smile he's ever had in many years.
There cannot be witnesses, now can there?
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Hi, I liked the idea of a "dark Rolan" that was floated in the Rolan Nation community. What do you think of the evil, grumpy Tiffling? How would you like to see a tower master turn to the dark side? How will his appearance, his character change? What dark things does he do?
Hi, thank you for the question! This one was difficult indeed.
I am really naive, so I prefer good alignment when talking about characters I love. But let's admit it: the idea of a dark Rolan seems exciting, especially when there is some amazing art around (cough slumpsnail cough).
We have to consider the game gives us several hints about a dark Rolan. He is totally a brat sometimes: his attitude towards the other refugees at the beginning (“as good as dead”, he said!) and towards Tav/Durge against the goblins, his selfishness... Let’s maximize that in an immoral way. Probably the result is going to be someone similar to Lorroakan but undoubtedly more powerful.
In fact, do you remember the case when you betray Dame Aylin but Lorroakan dies anyway? Who takes the reins and decides to continue taking advantage of the eternal life provided by the secluded aasimar? Our dear friend Rolan, of course! This path shows us how ambitious he can be (and how much our character can influence him). He is very polite with this Tav/Durge who has given him this dark opportunity, but I perceive a pinch of treachery in his voice… Of course, he is far, far away from that Rolan we love who stands in front of his master's evilness.
Sadly, this dark Rolan dies in the game offscreen by the hand of Dame Aylin (our wizard has potential, but he is not yet powerful enough to imprison permanently Selûne’s daughter).
Then let’s mix the worst parts of every route and see what happens. Imagine a Rolan who has lost his dear siblings, who wasn't even able to consider Cal and Lia his family, who accepted Lorroakan's cruelty, who couldn’t break the abuse cycle and somehow has murdered his master and, in the end, who plotted with Tav to betray Dame Aylin in order to have eternal life and eternal power: what a magnificent medium boss we have created!
But, as I said, I prefer my insecure, grumpy and kind-hearted Rolan.
(Little remind: not an English speaker, excuse my mistakes and misspellings).
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@slumpsnail is our next page artist to introduce! We just love their mood-heavy artwork and flowing lines.
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Dark Rolan! Inspired by @slumpsnail
#rolan#dark rolan#durge#durge rolan#thank you snail#youre amazing#mythings#russica#bg3#baldur's gate 3#digitalart#tiefling
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Nine People I'd Liked To Know Better
Tagged by @drizztdohurtin , thank you sm!!
Last Song I Listened to - currently listening to Another One Bites The Dust by Queen during my breakfast💥
Currently Watching - not watching any TV shows at the moment, but I've been watching a bunch of different series of true crime documentaries on yt for the past few weeks
Sweet/Savory/Spicy - spicy for sure🔥🔥🔥
Relationship Status - single
Current Obsession - my obsession with Rolan and Zevlor from bg3 are currently saving me from the lack of any other hyperfixation :")
Sorry if you've already been tagged, and also no pressure! ^^ @sillyppi @marbobar @slumpsnail @lostinforestbound @graysparrowao3 @sagscrib @beardedladyqueen @transgortash @autistichalsin
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The Baldur's Gate Master List
Rolan x Tav Fanfiction:
f!Tav (AFAB, she/her, wizard with guild artisan background)
Deeply and Immovably So - [WIP] [explicit] - [pining/slow burn/hurt/comfort/fluff/smut] - [long fic] [ch. 1] [ch. 2] [ch. 3] [ch. 4] [ch. 5] [ch. 6] [ch. 7] [ch. 8] [ch. 9] [ch. 10] [ch. 11] [ch. 12]
With You. At The Start. - [COMP] [explicit] - [fluff] - [one-shot] [slight NSFW - fade to black] - Ao3 Link
At the Tail End of Things - [COMP] [explicit] - [domestic SMUT] - [one-shot] - Ao3 Link
The Kiss Roulette:
A Drunken Kiss [ft. Rolan x Tav]
A Kiss After a Bite [ft. Rolan x Tav]
An Accidental Kiss [ft. Rolan x Tav]
A Kiss on A Scar [ft. Rolan x Tav]
A Kiss Against A Wall [ft. Rolan x Tav]
Headcanons:
Rolan Headcanons
Rolan (Established Relationship w/ Tav) Jealous of Gale Headcanons
Does Rolan Like Giving/Receive Love Bites?
Cal Headcanons
Cal Realizing That He Has a Crush on You General Headcanons / Cal Realizing He has a Crush on You as a Romanceable NPC
Nightmares that Characters Have ft. [Cal] [Lia] [Rolan]
Tiefling Bachelors w/ Pregnant Partner ft. [Cal] [Rolan] [Zevlor] [Dammon]
Dom!Zevlor Headcanons
Zevlor as a Father-Figure for Tav ft. [fem!Tav by request]
Why is Gale Ripped?
Commissioned and Gifted Art:
A Lovely Drawing of my Tav by @faerunsbest
Lovely Artwork based on Ch. 8 events in Deeply and Immovably So by @darkurgetrash
Tav and Rolan Commission based on Ch. 12 events in Deeply and Immovably So by @orangekittyenergy
Tav and Rolan Commission based on Ch. 13 events in Deeply and Immovably So by @elspethdekarios
Portrait Commission of my Tav by @pepijopa
Half Body (Waist Up) Commission of my Tav by @slumpsnail
My Tav:
My Tav's Appearance
Get to Know My Tav
Tav Character Worksheet
Tav - 5 songs/4 outfits
Random but Important to Me:
I found Ramazith's Tower on the BG3 Start Screen
An Interactive Map of The Sword Coast
Border art by @saradika
#darcy writes#the master post#master post#bg3 fanfic#fanfic#ao3 link#ao3 fanfiction#head canons#my tav#tav#rolan x tav#tav x rolan#bg3 headcanons#headcanons#baldur's gate 3 fanfiction#baldur's gate 3 fanfic#baldur's gate 3#artwork#other people's art#other people's beautiful art#baldur's gate 3 headcanons#bg3 fanfiction#zevlor#cal#lia#ch: rolan#ch: tav#ch: zevlor#bg3 zevlor
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Working hard but at least I have @slumpsnail artwork of my beautiful wife to remind me who it’s all for.
#smooches the photo on my desk#just kidding#but not really#holy rolan empire#rolan nation#rolan brainrot
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I love these three so much it's not funny anymore
I saw this three person heart pose on twitter (ref link), and dropped everything I was doing to draw it as Rolan, Cal, and Lia. I like to imagine they'd make him do funny poses for pictures.
It's formatted for twitter's whacky image resizing placement so I recreated the template interface to share it here haha.
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I can't control myself so here's more Dark!Rolan based off of @slumpsnail's lovely art!! Please check them out if you haven't already!
From Ambition to Insanity
CW: Allusion to Psychosis, Auditory, Presence, and Tactile Hallucination
A greedy, pathetic, weak master is what Lorroakan was.
All of this knowledge collected in this tower could make a student of the arcane arts transcend the stars. Yet there was Lorroakan, who was so obsessed with a relic called the "Nightsong". What was so important about it, he will never know, and it does not matter. Everything here can be so powerful, and if used right can make him the greatest wizard in all the realms.
And it was all his. He will not fall into the footsteps of his master. He will be better.
He already used the knowledge he found to make the animated armors in Sorcerous Sundries more fluid. Faster. Stronger. They are more efficient than ever, and now he doesn't have to bother going down to that shop, where he was forced to work the front desk, bruises on full display. He will never face that humiliation again.
Lorroakan's projection still mans the front desk, cheery and happy to help the many people in the lower city with their magical purchases. A master of the tower, now nothing but a desk boy. He hopes it makes his former teacher roll in his nonexistent grave.
Locked in his tower, Rolan has been studying anything and everything. He doesn't know when the last time he ate was, or even slept. But ambition is taxing, he knows that all too well. By the time he is done, he will master every school of magic within his capabilities.
Papers are strewn about everywhere on the walls and floor, deep into his current study of Wall of Force. In his head, everything is organized and where it should be. Outside of it, however, is a chaotic scene of unfinished thoughts.
The spell is failing, and he doesn't understand why. Is he too inexperienced, still?
"You look tired, Rolan." Not-Cal states (or is it Lia? Their voices are jumbled) and he feels ghost of a hand on his shoulder.
He smacks away at nothing. "I am busy."
"You were always busy with these spells. Why did you love your studies more than us?" Not-Lia hisses.
I loved you both so much "Be quiet. You're dead." He spits.
In the corners of his tired eyes, he swears the shadows move. The light of his candle burned out long ago, and all he had was his dark vision and the moonlight- Be quiet.
The shadows reach to grab him, to drown him, like they almost did in the Shadow-Cursed Lands. He suddenly gasps out when he feels hands choke him, and he scratches at his neck only to realize nothing is there.
He's losing his mind.
"You need to sleep, sweet pea." A kinder voice whispers. His mother- no, their mother. Cal said he was family, but...
Her voice is sickly sweet in his ears, and he bristles. Whether it's from anger or fear, that is up for debate.
"Rolan-"
He snatches one of his wayward books and throws it towards the nonexistent figure, and it crashes into one of the now-empty glass display cases. Shards of it scatter across the floor, and after it calms, it's dead silent. For now.
A laugh bubbles up in his throat as he runs his hands down his face, eyes wide and teary. He's going insane, but that is the price of his ambition. He will become something great.
The urge to scream and cry rises every painful day, his nightmares bleeding into his reality. Dropping onto his knees once more, he stares at the glass shards that reflect his scarred face back at him. He subconsciously reaches for one.
Dark eye bags, scars from past beatings, disheveled hair, chapped lips-
He hisses suddenly, pulling his hand back into himself as blood gushes out of his palm. Grabbing it was a terrible idea, what was he thinking?
Then again, it's confirmation that he's still alive.
Part of him thought he died back where the Shadow Curse resided. Though, a part of his soul did when he saw Cal and Lia torn apart by undead-
"Why did you abandon their bodies?"
"Sod off." He says to no one, grinding his teeth as he watches the blood pour. It hurts. His head hurts. Everything hurts. It's so fucking lonely here he needs a healing potion, but it's too late to go get one-
That's when he looks up and sees the sun rising. He pulled an all-nighter again.
He's not nearly done with his work.
As he confirmed that sleep was a waste of time (the nightmares wouldn't stop) he reaches for one of his various Angelic Slumber potions. He'll need to buy more, but for now, there's plenty. Lorroakan was quite the dragon, hoarding all of them in this section of the tower. Or was it Ramazith? He'll never know.
For at least 12 seconds, he's at peace in a dreamless slumber.
Then he starts all over again.
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scribbled out a WIP inspired directly by @slumpsnail's really gorgeous piece where rolan rightly merderizes lorroakan
i have too many unfinished drawings rn to commit to finishing another one but please look at those hands
#charlie doodles#rolan / //s/#bg3 /3//3/#risque / // /#blood cw // 3//#i might change the neckline#i originally wanted it to be reminiscent of rolan's collar but it looked stupid#and velma kelly does wear a little lacy shoulder shroud#but im not liking it#might switch it to straps#assuming i touch this again#shush your mouth charlie
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