#yeah I guess the narrative wants to fuck Rugan

[librivore42]

Silver are the desert sands, how to speak bugbear and thrice dead are all very intriguing :3c

HELLO what an excellent variety of things you've picked.

Silver are the desert sands is my Moon Knight/The Mummy crossover that I will have to rewatch both of to do justice to oh noooo~. Essentially, the O'Connels are sent to the museum Steven works at for some of Evy's work. Seeing he's fascinated by Egypt, Evy asks him to help her take notes while she examines this very fascinating artifact. This goes about as well as you'd expect!

The figure, wavering like a heat haze, reached out a hand that he could see the entire Middle Egyptian exhibit through, and he stepped back before it could touch him, trying desperately not to trip. "My prince." The voice comes from centuries away, old winds over desert sands. Warm. Caressing. And makes him shudder. "My beloved. You have crossed the Duat to find me." Steven exhaled, trying not to panic as a ghost— an actual real live ghost well not live, but— hovered in his personal space. "Sorry love," he said weakly. "I just... just use the Tube..."

How to speak bugbear is sadly not something I have a snippet for yet, but it's going to be me exploring and expanding on Bugbear and other Goblin languages through the lens of... well, immigration. Toadbreath, Lann Tarv and Fyodor in Baldur's Gate. The connection that native language gives you. How you can feel disconnected from it, and whether that's shameful or prideful to you. How other languages can feel strange or an escape from your own identity.

Thrice Dead! This is my increasingly meta Rugan/Narrator fic! The Narrator of bg3, sensing the narrative slipping, decides to help the plot along by yoinking Rugan to (very reluctantly, at crossbow point) assist. He won't be missed, Larian didn't put him in Act 3.

"What's next, you want me to step up and be the hero? Save some kids, donate to a temple? Get some nice character development and pluck a few heartstrings? Sacrifice myself for the greater fucking good?" "Could make for a good ending." "To the hells with your ending. I'm not here to fill some character role." The words had barely left his mouth before she was in his face again, her smile wide and unmoved. "Then why else do you think you're here? For charity? Because I find you amusing? No Rugan. You're here to be useful. Whatever that ends up meaning. And if you don't like it, I can put you right back in there with the gnolls. And I," she said, her voice low as she punctuated each word with a harsh prod to his chest, "don't. Like. Your. Odds." Come to think of it, neither did he.