#underdark-dreams

[dutifullylazybread]

TUMBLR MADE ME ACCIDENTALLY BLOCK YOU FOR LIKE 2 MINUTES AND I CRIED 😭😭😭 I love you and I'm so sorry, never let me leave you again baby!! 🖤

DARLING, YOU'RE HOME!!! 😭🫂💕😭🫂💕😭🫂💕

I love you too, and all is forgiven!! The tumblr overlords shan't part us again. You have my oath!!!

[dark-and-kawaii]

I revisit your big dick Zevy content weekly at this point 😩 Thank you so much for all you write! Especially for those of us who want to horizontal tango with that old Hellrider!! It's all so delicious!! You're doing God's work!!! 💗

♡ Stoooop oh my god this is going to make me cry (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)!!!

Big dick Zevy is LIFE!!! That old hellrider deserves to be ridden as if your life depended on it!!! Ugh and that stretch from his cock would be unlike anything you’ve ever felt. He’d make sure you were comfortable as your hungry cunt takes him all. Make sure he holds you tightly and keeps his eyes trained on you. His tail would rub up and down against your thigh, coaxing you to relax.

Ugh you have me daydreaming now and I’m at the grocery store!! You beautiful person<33!!

Like imagine his thighs shaking as your nails drag down his back, his cock stretching you open in a way that made it impossible for you to keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut. The sounds of his ragged groans, those beautiful groans of his, music to your ears. Your whines and the slapping of his skin against yours as the wet noises your soaked cunt made around him filled the cave within the grove. You couldn't stop moaning his name, begging him for more, faster, harder, even as he fucked you through your first orgasm. Zevlor kept you pinned beneath him with that handsome body of his, your leg hooked over his shoulder as his tail held it there keeping you steady while his hips snapped into yours.

- 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓌𝒾 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜

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HEY HOTTIES 🗣️

Depressive episode hit me MAD HARD the past few weeks. But I promise I'm still alive and attempting to create! ✨ If you sent me an ask, I will get to it very soon! I love you all!!

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You’re my favorite writer in the BG fandom!

Retiring to my boudoir to cry about this 😭 There are so many unbelievably talented writers in this fandom, and the game itself has some of the best writing and character building I've played since DOS2. Believe me there is no shortage of creative inspiration to be found as a BG3 writer!

It just makes me so happy to be able to write for Rolan. I am extremely thankful for everyone who has read my fics for him, or follows my work. It means everything to me and I will never be over it

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Your fics bring me so much joy rolan enjoyers RISE

I am so glad they do!! Thank you for reading! 🖤 Rolan loving gang rise UP

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I'm finishing up a Rolan proposal fic for a very patient anon & ended up with this little scene between Rolan and Dammon that I don't think I'll use. Thought I'd post it here as a drabble! 💗

Rings

Rolan commissions a very particular piece for his beloved from the infernal blacksmith. [541 words]

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“Are you sure it’s the right size?”

Rolan turned the smooth metal over in his hand, trying to compare it against his own fingers for reference. The material gleamed luminous and silver-blue even under the shade of Dammon’s open workshop.

“It’ll fit,” Dammon told him with surety. He wiped a hand on his apron and watched with no little pride as Rolan examined his past weeks’ handiwork. “I forged a few pairs of gauntlets for them back in the day. I’d like to think I know a thing or two about Tav’s hands. Professionally,” he hastened to add, perhaps noting the way Rolan’s brow twitched.

“Maybe so, but—”

“I know, I know. Tav deserves perfection.” Dammon gave his placid smile.

“Yes.” A bit chagrined by the obvious strength of his feelings, Rolan made no other response. As he turned the band over again, his eyes caught very fine lettering engraved around the inner surface. He peered closer—the marks were Infernal.

“Ah.” Dammon shifted nervously on his feet. “I hope you don’t mind the addition. It just—came to me.”

“‘Strength in Unity’,” Rolan translated under his breath. He glanced up at Dammon. “The watchwords of Elturel?”

Dammon rubbed the back of his neck in a characteristic gesture, but a shadow passed over his face. “You know, in terms of cities and their mottos…that one always rang a bit hollow to my ear. After everything.” He exchanged a long glance with Rolan. “If anyone deserves to reclaim the words, I thought it ought to be the two of you.”

Rolan stared back down at the ring on his palm. In a rare moment, he found himself rather lost for words. Then he slipped it carefully into the pouch at his belt and began counting out gold pieces.

The smith raised a hand, but Rolan cut him off before he could start. “Dammon, whatever the hells you’re about to say, keep it to yourself. This is fine work, and I’ll be damned if you don’t take the other half of the fee.”

“Couldn’t you consider it a wedding gift? For the two people responsible for getting me to Baldur’s Gate in one piece. Or even,” Dammon proposed hastily, “a reward for letting me work with such rare material.”

“Then keep what’s left over,” Rolan told him. He tucked his coin away as the idea for a compromise sprang to mind. “Make something incredible from it.”

“That—” Dammon’s eyes grew wide for a moment. “That’s quite generous. Do I even want to know how you found such a pure chunk of mithril?”

“We have friends in the Underdark,” Rolan answered tersely. “I may have…funded a small expedition.”

Dammon only gave a low whistle. If anyone could grasp the cost of such an undertaking, it was a blacksmith. Then he extended a calloused hand, and Rolan clasped it in a wordless agreement.

Finding the matter resolved, Rolan turned toward the front gate of the forge. The gleaming ring stored at his belt had introduced a very distracting flurry of butterflies into his stomach.

“Hold on there—” Dammon stooped to fetch something from underneath his work bench. As he straightened, a small hide bag sailed through the air into Rolan’s surprised grasp.

“You’ll be needing the other one.”

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I fell asleep rereading a bunch of your fics last night, nobody understands rolan like you do in your beautiful mind

Wow...as a writer, you have no idea how meaningful that is to hear. 😭 Thank you so much for reading my fics for him. I'd argue there are a TON of people here on Tumblr and on AO3 who understand Rolan's character more deeply than I do! But I will admit, I am completely smitten with him nevertheless. He just won't stop bouncing around in my head. Very grateful there are people who will read the scenarios I put Rolan in!

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Hiyo :3 would you ever be down or feel comfortable writing for a ftm reader x Rolan? Just wanted to ask

Thank you so much for asking! I wanted to take a day or two to think this over, since it's something I have been considering. Currently I do only write for a cis male, cis female, or gender neutral reader, although I'm equally comfy with any of those three. I think I'll be keeping requests limited to that for now (probably should note this somewhere on my page!)

Writing ftm reader is definitely something I've started to explore...but at this point I need more time to get familiar with that voice. I'd feel really bad if I accepted a request and couldn't deliver the content someone was looking for, especially if it was dysphoric for the requester!! 🖤