Sep 17, 2025
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Ruined Temple of Selûne. Photo mode on console shows just how much scenery I miss. Hopefully a camera mod will come to console?
Giffing some of my romance edits. Izzy in her current incarnation is from my fic New Tricks found on Ao3 or partially on Tumblr
Quick and messy Rugan
(But that's how we like him, right?)
Rugan's legacy 🎀 - Part 1: "Oh, lass. But the dick comes with the annoying man. Package deal."
Pairing: Rugan x Erinyes
Genre: Adventure/Romance
Summary:
Kings and conquerors leave crowns and swords for history's gaze. Archmages bequeath spellbooks, merchants their vaults of gold. But the smugglers? Oh, they trade in far more... personal relics. And among them? Rugan's contribution to posterity is... how shall we say, stiff with pride: an uncanny replica of his own cock, polished by scandal and stashed like contraband.
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The Aftermath of a Clash
Erinyes stands with her arms crossed in her apparent, scales faintly glowing with irritation. Rugan lingers near the door, his usual confidence sanded down into cautious steps.
Rugan grinning crookedly, "Come now, little storm. Surely this isn't the first time we've disagreed on loot splits?"
"Oh? So my 'cut' should just be your bootprints on my dignity?" Erinyes said in a sarcastic tone.
Rugan sighs dramatically and pulls out his trump card: A small velvet pouch. He tosses it onto the bedroll where it clinks promisingly. "Fine. Take the damned emeralds from the tomb. And… this."
He adds a second object, a delicate magic silver music box, etched with elven vines. Erinyes' eyes dart to it; her fingers twitch but don't uncross.
"...You think trinkets erase idiocy?" She couldn't help but glance at it again, already calculating how much this could pawn for.
Rugan dares step closer, "No. But I do know you'll stab me slower if I bribe you properly."
The emerald pouch lies forgotten. Erinyes traces the music box's elven filigree, each vine a whisper from Evermeet. Her anger dissolves into the scent of silver polish and memory. Rugan, with an unrepentant smirk, seized the opportunity to approach quietly, gently stroking her back and whispering in her ear.
"Knew you'd like that better than apologies."
A flicker of pink-purple eyes, half glare, half concession. She winds the mechanism. A melody spills out: something old, something borrowed…
"I still despise you."
Rugan barks out a laugh. "Course you do. You hate everything about me… except when I'm fucking you."
He kisses her neck just to soften the blow.
Erinyes slightly pout her lips, "......Maybe I just need a dick, not an annoying man."
Rugan's smirk turns downright dangerous at that. "Oh, lass. But the dick comes with the annoying man. Package deal."
"Ugh—off, Rugan!"
She groaned exaggeratedly and pushed him away.
"Don't even think about it. My darling Ruggie is ten times the lover you'll ever be, soft where it matters, and never talks back. At least he knows his place."
(Ruggie is Erinyes' sex toy. and "Ruggie" was the nickname she gave to Rugan.)
Rugan stares at her for a beat, taken slightly aback by her outburst. "Hold on… what the hell is a "Ruggie"?"
He grabs her wrists before she can shove him away and pins her back against the bed to keep her from escaping. "Explain."
Erinyes' pink-purple eyes glinted with wicked amusement as she arched a scaled brow. "Since you're so... fascinated... by him. Why not greet him yourself? He's quite the charmer. Just open that drawer."
With a flourish of her fingers, she gestured to the nightstand, lips curling into a teasing smirk.
"...Why do I feel like I'm gonna regret this."
His eyes flicker to the nightstand where she's gesturing to and he slowly reaches out for the drawer, yanking it open. Lying quietly in a velvet-lined glass case was a sex toy made of a soft yet firm pink rubber material. It was a realistic replica, measuring 7 inches in length, and with the exact same shape, thickness, and hardness as Rugan's intimate member. Every detail was meticulously crafted, right down to the tiny veins and pinkish-hued glans. A delicate pink bow was tied around its base, adding a touch of femininity to the otherwise lifelike creation. It lay there, motionless and awaiting its next user.
He glances back up at her with a look that could only be described as irritated. "What the hell is this?"
He growls, holding it up to look closer. "And why the hell is it wearing a goddamn bow?"
Erinyes turned over excitedly, her eyes shining with anticipation. "This Displacer Beast Tendril Whip, is a work of true artisans. I gave the craftsmen of Moonlit Pleasures permission to study every inch of you... through a... special method. They were able's to capture every contour with remarkable precision."
She ran the tentacle-like toy in her hand, stroking it with a knowing smile. "And they added those pretty pink bows to top it all off. Isn't it magnificent?"
"Gods damn it."
He grumbles, his gaze returning from the offending toy back to the woman lounging on the bed. "How often do you, uh... use this thing?"
Erinyes pouted a little, tapping her fingers lightly against her cheek as she spoke. "Though... it doesn't see frequent use. I last used it two weeks ago, you vanished without a word, after all."
Her eyes flickered briefly to Rugan, gauging his reaction before continuing, "I couldn't find you in the city at that time. I thought you might've been arrested by the Flaming Fists, eaten by gnolls, or... left to rot in some ditch beyond Baldur's Gate…"
Her lips quirked into what she clearly intended to be a careless smirk, but even as she spoke those flippant words, between the barbed jokes about his demise, there was something brittle in her violet gaze when it flickered toward him…
"I don't disappear on purpose."
Rugan mutters, reaching out to flick her forehead none-too-gently. "Had a job in the Underdark that went south fast. Would've sent word if I could've."
He doesn't mention how close that job actually came to getting him killed. Then his gaze drops back down to the toy. "...At least you kept yourself busy."
Erinyes flutters her lashes theatrically. "And here I was, distraught over your possible demise… Though it did occur to me that if you had perished horribly, at least I'd still have... part of you."
She held that toy in her arms as if she were guarding a very precious treasure. She knew her behavior was funny, but it was to cover up her deepest concerns.
Rugan can't help an unimpressed snort. "Damn dramatic woman."
He leans in closer to her, a smirk on his lips as he holds the toy up. "And what was it like... using a replacement for the real thing?"
Erinyes hummed knowingly, "Mmm... I could tell you, or perhaps…"
Her hand gripped the toy gently, fingers tracing patterns of desire through the air. "You prefer something... more hands-on?"
"Yeah. I'd very much like that."
With a tug, he pushes her back against the bed, looming over her.
"On your knees."
He orders gruffly, wanting her in front of him so he can watch her face......
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Thank you for reading. Check out my pages and see Part II. Looking forward to following me. I will update more of my novel and fan fiction plots. ☺️
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Stepping out of semi-hiatus to give a reminder, I run servers! They have all recently been revamped within the last couple days for ease of use. There are "recommendations" channels for any suggestions of bots, channels, roles, etc you may want included!
NOTE: Each of these servers has the requirement you read the rules and react to them upon joining! This will give you access to the entire server.
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Rolan BG3 server (60+ members) https://discord.com/invite/2yF4br7PyA
Rugan BG3 server (30+ members) https://discord.gg/xbsGBxt6DU
From my new Lost Mines of Phandelver Pack which is made to be compatible with my Phandelver and Below: Shattered Obelisk handout pack on Etsy.
My version of the Zhentarim crest. I like to make my own crests since obviously just straight ripping someone else's would be stealing. But also there are a ton of real world crests out there and I think when I use those as inspiration the crests end up looking a lot more medieval-y, which I think is cool
Baldur's Gate 3 Phrases
Religious Phrases
Watching gods. x
Bane
Black Hand be thanked. x
Bloody fool, may the Black Hand take you. x
By The Black Hand, I told you to leave that alone. x
Beshaba
Beshaba's black bones. x
Helm
Helm's hanging orbs. x
Mystra
By Mystra's eyelids. x
Waukeen
Coinmaiden guard your coffers. x
The Coinmaiden watches you. x
Waukeen be with me. x
Phrases
By the Nine Hells. x
Damn thing's sealed tighter than a Duke's pursestrings. x
Little serpent, long shadow. x
My horns for a normal day. x
She toys with us like a tressym with a pigeon. x