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Writing a little thunderforge AU and realizing that in every universe...
But the restless itch remains, hollowing a pit of desire and arousal in Rolan’s belly. After a few seconds he shifts over and pulls open the drawer in the table at his bedside. He finds the bottle of brandy there, pours a careful tongue into the glass waiting on the table, and downs it in a swallow. He grits his teeth as he savors the burn down his throat and the pooling warmth in his stomach. The liquor does its work clearing his head. He felt drawn to the blacksmith because he’d been dreading the party and desperate to find any outlet or escape. Perhaps he’s even a little lonely. But that is no reason to entertain these absurd notions of attraction, and even less reason to indulge them.
… I can't help but write Rolan and Dammon's connection being founded on some kind of loneliness each of them feels, and maybe have felt for most of their lives 😭
The soft smile lingers on Dammon’s lips as he sits down on the bed to pull his boots off, and pauses with his fingers on the laces. He’s thought continually of that interaction with Rolan over the past couple of days. Something about it has remained with him. He’d been drawn to the man somehow, the manner in which the handsome lord had so willingly descended to his position to speak with him so earnestly. His time on the Erendale’s estate has been fulfilling, the people perfectly courteous—but he’s found himself lonely out here on his own, always feeling the stiff barriers of position between himself and the people he reports to. Something about Rolan had been . . . Different. Only just. But different.
it is kind of funny to me that this means I'm basically writing Infernal Arcana except in an AU, but I just can't see or write them with any other dynamic.
(more thoughts and another snippet below)
Rolan smiles again, warmer this time, and more genuine. After a second Dammon smiles back at him, charmed by this lord who is so willing to descend to his position to speak as friends. And as Rolan begins to speak, tentative at first but gaining momentum and enthusiasm as he relates the treatise he’s been reading on the natural laws dictating the universe, Dammon has the sense that Rolan needs someone to speak with like this. Perhaps that was behind whatever spark had struck between them that afternoon when Rolan’s horse had thrown his shoe and they’d shared that first most unexpected yet welcome encounter. Perhaps both of them need this—something where the rigorous boundaries and rules of social engagement do not inform their interactions, but instead something far more organic. A reaching out of two souls isolated in their respective stations.
(I do feel inclined based on past experiences to say this is all my hc, please if you disagree just make your own post with your own hcs)
I do hc Dammon (in bg3, not AU, but also in AU) as being someone whose nature is to keep to himself—he’s soft spoken and selective about who he spends time with, because at the end of the day he’s content with his own company. But I do also think that tendency has created this loneliness in him, maybe not something he even really thinks about until he meets someone and begins to Yearn
And same for Rolan, he has his siblings but also knows they will grow up and have their own lives. I think Rolan is someone who would feel lonely because it’s vulnerable and frightening for him to open up and let people in—being someone who likes to feel in control. It’s also difficult for him to find someone who feels worthy of his attention.
And it’s really sweet for me to think of these two people finding each other, and realizing they’re both lonely, and finding that connection or spark in each other they’ve never really felt before. That’s really what makes their relationship so compelling for me to write 🥰
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i'm physically incapable of being normal
i'm insane over their hands i'm insane over her hair (i remembered to draw it at its proper length for once)
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I'm sorry professer, I've been naughty OwO
"PAY ATTENTION!"
Classes are starting soon,, sobb,, I'll have more structure in my day but god who wants to wake up at 5 am and get home by night? The worst is the commute honestly.
ANyways I made some sketches of him as a prof I'll be posting soonn,, and uh— ahem,, one spicy one.
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MDNI 18+ (☞ ಠ_ಠ)☞ Keep scrolling pal
You know the drill come with me
╰( ꈍᴗꈍ )➝ Bluesky 🦋 or Twitter 🐦
I STAND WITH THE HUNG LIKE A HORSE TRUTHERS (≧▽≦)
I love the whole piece but the close shots are so good.
Testing out new rendering always jacks up the time on these, this one's taken first place my longest illustration (´-﹏-`;)
He's so worth it though I need him to look at me like that (人*´∀`)
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My BG3 obsession is just as bad as my Date Everything obsession so here’s my bard Ophelia x Rolan (My beloved just behind Halsin)
Commissions are open
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he put that in his inventory... I think
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Chapter 15 is officially up!!
Next chapter will be from Tav’s POV again! It may end up a little bit delayed but I’m still aiming for a Sunday release date 🥰
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Chapters: 15/? Fandom: Baldur’s Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tav/Zevlor (Baldur’s Gate), Zevlor (Baldur’s Gate)/Reader Characters: Zevlor (Baldur’s Gate), Tav (Baldur’s Gate), Tilses (Baldur’s Gate) Additional Tags: Tieflings (Dungeons & Dragons), Tiefling Biology (Dungeons & Dragons), Purring Tieflings (Dungeons & Dragons), Tiefling Culture (Dungeons & Dragons), Tiefling Tails (Dungeons & Dragons), Human Tav (Baldur’s Gate), She/Her Pronouns for Tav (Baldur’s Gate), Female Tav (Baldur’s Gate), Penis In Vagina Sex, Oral Sex, Knotting, Nipple Play, Creampie, Biting, Sexual Overstimulation, wandering tails, this sad wet cat of a man deserves nice things, misunderstandings that benefit everyone, you think social interactions are things you can get a good grade in, you make a spreadsheet to figure out how you failed a convo, just standard 8 charisma wizard stuff, Mild Angst, Post-Game: Baldur’s Gate 3, Post-Game(s), Age Difference, Past Lae'zel/Tav (Baldur’s Gate), everyone is bi because I said so, tiefling ruts and heats, Masturbation, Cunnilingus, Tail Sex, Plus-Size Tav (Baldur’s Gate), Large Penis, listen all the cambions we meet in bg3 are all super big so why wouldn’t their dicks be big too?, and tieflings are offspring of devils/cambions so naturally Zevlor is slanging that thing, alright i’ve finally cracked and will upgrade this from mild angst to just regular angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Miscommunication, Unplanned Pregnancy, Action & Romance, Canon-Typical Violence Summary:
You are Tav, the hero of Baldur’s Gate. Your friend Zevlor has fallen mysteriously ill, but luckily you hold the cure for his terrible malady.
Zevlor is having a spectacularly shitty week. Not only has his rut hit him for the first time in years, but the oblivious human Tav keeps wafting her delicious smell and insisting on touching him. He’s trying to be a proper gentleman and to behave with decorum appropriate for an older commander, but Tav is determined to make this as hard as possible for him.
Not even the end of his rut will spare him from Tav’s temptations.
Whatever will they do?
(Each other. The answer is they do each other.)
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Psst! Hey! Had a thought too good not to share. Reader has to save Zevlor in the Wavemother's robe since she might not have access to a cleric.
I imagine he'd be internally screaming at the sight of reader in multiple ways 😏
I LOVE HOW YOUR BRAIN WORKS!!!
I tried so hard to include the Wavemother's robe but I need Tav's clothing to be destroyed for plot reasons and I wasn't convinced the scales on that dress would allow for easy tearing 😭😭
Not gunna lie, I came very very close to just scrapping my outline and re-writing the whole thing to include that robe tho 👀
I'm not giving up on that gorgeous image you've graced my mind with!!! I'm gunna try to fit it in somehow in the future, I promise! 🥰
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From relief because of finding him at last, to pain from not seeing him among the living in the aftermath of the battle. His people were killed because of him. Zevlor could not risk hurting her as well.
- The Absolute swayed me once before. I won't risk it happening again. I cannot lose you too.
- You must go. Please.
*...Orin is not getting him in any of my playthroughs. Absolutely not 🙌.
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uhh... yall... there's a Rolan right there...
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Zevlor standing in the rain in a white shirt, soaked through so you can see the red of his skin beneath and all the ridges and bumps along his torso.
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Editing time!
I'm home from running errands and have officially started editing chapter 15 of Tiefling Troubles 🥰
it'll be up in a few hours! 💕
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there's that point in enjoying The Character™ when you need to look at pictures of them for reference but you're so totally normal about them that you can hardly see a pixel of them without Combusting
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