[ravenheir]

#𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 / a writing & roleplay blog for wyll ravengard. primarily headcanon based. unaffiliated with and divorced from the fandom. mutuals only; will only interact with those 20+. basic rp etiquette applies. portrayed by vincent (he/him, 21+).

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i am extremely critical of larian, as well as of the fandom. i am not blind to the racist hand that has been dealt to wyll by both parties, and the wild disadvantage he's been put at. larian and the fandom might not care about wyll, but i do. * due to larian's heavy-handed racism and shit handling of wyll, i will be moving more and more away from BG canon.

shipping is not at all a priority on this blog, and i will not autoship under any circumstances. at the risk of sounding harsh, the decisions you make and the romances you spark in-game have nothing to do with me or my portrayal. just because you shipped your character with wyll during your playthrough does not mean you are guaranteed anything from me. shipping is reserved for friends; those who i have spoken with ooc and have plotted / written with.

related to the above: i will not engage with or write wyllst*rion. if you ship it, that's fine, but i have no interest in writing that dynamic.

wyll does not exist to make your muse feel better, or to 'fix' anyone. he is kind and he is compassionate, and he tries to help those that he can, but he is just one person, and certainly nobodies therapist. do not expect him to coddle your muse or cater to their every whim. that's not what he's here for.

wyll is not obligated to like your muse, nor is he obligated to be kind. he can and will be passive aggressive, and he will make his displeasure known if your muse does something he is not okay with, with varying and depending loudness. again, he tries to be kind and compassionate, and he knows that he is not always right nor infallible himself; however, this does not mean that he will simply forgive and forget and become a doormat if your character does something he does not approve of, or behaves a certain way that goes against his morals.

[ravenheir]

realized why i hate wyll's 'new' 'evil' ending so much, actually ☺️ it's because it's just tav's evil ending. with the duke and mizora thrown in.

[ravenheir]

i feel like it's important to emphasize that wyll loves his father. nothing will ever change that fact. while i'm of the belief that abdel was able to offer wyll things that ulder didn't really know how to give him — both as a result of his long-standing grief, as well the fact that ulder has always been a military man, harder around the edges and more serious and solemn than most — where openness and vulnerability were concerned, there will never be any erasing of the fact that it is ulder who is his father.

likewise, ulder does love wyll. it doesn't wash away the full berth of the distance he has helped put between the two of them, but he does love him. and i genuinely think he just … he has always struggled to portray that in a way that … a child wants, in a way a child expects of their parents. ulder's love drove him to try and prepare wyll for the world the best that he could, which meant that he didn't always treat him like a son, but a soldier. and i do think they had good moments! they did have good days on top of bad ones, and there were times where ulder could be warmer, where the grief and the weight of his loss and responsibilities didn't weigh quite so heavy.

it's just. they have a complicated and difficult relationship that will never be easily mended, and there is always going to be so much left unsaid between them, and —

[ravenheir]

trying to explain that i actually kind of hate wyll's patch 7 'evil' ending, not because i'm vehemently against wyll becoming evil in any capacity — but after so long of larian refusing to acknowledge wyll, of refusing to actually advance upon his story and do anything with him, of having him be a paperweight in his own story, it's like … i just can't bring myself to actually enjoy this new ending they've given him. like. they took it from 0 to 76 with a snap of their fingers, without any of the actual build-up and narrative development. do you know what i mean

[redemnation-deactivated20250604]

lae'zel's promise of "purification" was half a day hike closer. you were sorely tempted to bull ahead in spite of yourself. exhausted minds and bodies are a detriment. rosymorn monastery will greet everyone come morning. you could steal a peek, still, couldn't you?

wyll was of the same mind.

"rosymorn belongs to lathander. . . i think," esther's blathering prevented you from reading the plaquette entire, "pretty as this place looks right now, dawn will look twice as gorgeous."

lathander's love saturates the landscape in molten gold and shades of sweet dreams. despair hemorrhage your nights. you would gladly swim the tortuous hours to wake so lovingly held.

[ravenheir]

" that it will. " oh, if only they could stay within this moment. wyll would quite like that, he thinks. he holds out a hand, the way an artist or an architect may calculate the distance and proportions of their landscape, their monument (envisioning the brushstrokes, the delicate lines and curves, manifesting colors of the mind), and, winking his blind eye closed if only for the effect of it all, he says to you, " the light, dancing off those pillars and arches — how they must shine in that orange glow, far unlike anything back — "

home, he nearly says. he never manages to so much as try to choke the word out, lets it stay knotted deep in his chest and far from casual sentiments. though wyll very nearly slips before you, quickly is the split-second moment cast aside, for he turns to you with an expression of such clever ingenuity and humor that it's difficult to pinpoint that minute crack (already forgotten). " do you reckon that's why it's called rosymorn? " rosy mornings ever are the gift of lathander.

[ravenheir]

thinking about it again — the fact that the only man who has ever actually been something of a father to wyll is abdel adrian. the fact that, while wyll is undoubtedly ulder's son (and francesca's son, something less acknowledged), much of who he is is because of abdel; the hero of baldur's gate. wyll's idol. someone he trusted, loved. and just … abdel's death was absolutely The Moment for wyll; the moment that he understood crushing guilt and grief, the moment that he understood what it meant to lose someone dear to you. i think it also laid … a very specific and complicated kind of foundation in his mind, given the nature of abdel's death — abdel, a man revealed to be bhaalspawn, a man turned monster, tearing apart and being torn apart by his unholy brethren. do you even get it

[redemnation-deactivated20250604]

I'M HERE FOR YOU. ALWAYS.

feat. @ravenheir

[ravenheir]

"one second," a twist here, a tug there! you step back to admire him, and the raven feather now tied onto his horn, "ravengard. get it? of course you do. better yet, we match. your right's my left." you thumb the ink below your black eye. "wherever we go," amidst the madness their lives have become or after the tide of it recedes, "we'll remember each other." / @redemnation

a laugh, tucked away with little success, a breathy sound from the chest. " clever as you always are, " he tells you, and he means it. wyll lifts his hand and feels, fleetingly, gingerly, the feather you have tied so graciously around his horn, and though to the rest of the world it may be viewed as just another accessory that dons keratin curves, there is a hearty weight to the gift that has been given. a symbol of friendship, hopefully ever-lasting - could wyll give you something even half as meaningful, he would do so in a heartbeat. perhaps it is nothing more than the stuff of dramatic poets. nevertheless, his chest strains to not collapse under the weight of itself. could he only give you something half as meaningful.

his smile when he properly looks upon you is nothing short of fond, affection hard to misplace in the presence of you (even where there stands fear and concern, though he dares not acknowledge that dark corner in a moment so sweet as this). wyll's voice is equally so, soaked through to the very marrow with endearment as he says to you, " said as though it would be my wont to forget you without a token to remember you by. " something he could not do: forget you, lose track of the memories that hold you close, lose sight of the care that has been shown. to forget you, he thinks, he would be forgetting a piece of himself - and besides which, how does one mislay their beating heart to begin with?

and then, wyll's voice drops, grows hushed, painfully sincere. his conviction when he speaks to you now is nothing you are unused to, and it is the same drawl of honest dedication (underlain with the fine jewels and shed-blood of devotion) which he has addressed you with before - yet there is something else there. not quite grief, but something of the sort. something far-away, forlorn. " never could i - and never will i - forget you. may my thoughts of you be fond and frequent, and may we not have to say goodbye for a long, long time. "

[motherfuckerunleashed]

(x)

[haverdoodles]

prince of the gate indeed ✨

— wyll as regé-jean page in that one pic posted by Valc0_ on twitter

edit: just to clarify the clothing is PHOTOBASHED i only edited colours and shape a bit!! tysm to everyone who thought i did paint it tho waahh thats really flattering 🧡

[ravenheir]

remind me to talk about the pain and trauma of wyll's body and soul being dragged through the nine circles of hell, and just, the sheer mental and physical impact of that happening to him.