tociminna

I write Gale fanfic in the hope that it will ease the brain rot. Pretty sure that's not happening.

[tociminna]

Fic Masterlist

Hello! I'm tociminna.

I am an agèd Millennial, here because of my terminal BG3/Gale Dekarios brain rot.

I also enjoy Mass Effect, Murderbot, Farscape, and Andor/KOTOR and cannot be bothered to make sideblogs, so you will see them from time to time.

Ask box is open! Like there are little moths fluttering out of it open. Put an ask in it instead.

BG3 fic list:

Baldur's Book Club is an ongoing short semi-crackfic series following the gang as they meet for book club in various permutations.

The Warp and the Weft is my Gale/fTav canon-divergent series. Oneshots may appear in this series in the future; it is not yet marked completed.

Individually:

The Loom of Fate - [315k words (holy shit lol), E] a fix-it fic following the events of the game, but with some departures to fill some gaping plot holes in the game and expand a bit on Forgotten Realms lore. Slowburn romance, friends to lovers, eventual smut. Will expand into post-canon works including a full novel-length Fix Karlach sequel.

Lesson - [5k words, T] An expansion of the Weave scene, with some insight into bardic magic and some extra angst.

Strands - [2k words, T] A short piece of tooth-rotting fluff explaining the origins of the Wizardly Updo (aka the beloved manbun).

New - [3k words, E] A fluffy, smutty First Time fic.

Awake - [3k words, E] Another fluff/smut bit, directly following the events of New. Probably should have been a second chapter but I am still figuring this stuff out!

Unburden - [9k words, E] Two chapters of character work bookend a central chapter of smut. Some soft dom, service top Gale.

Pent - [3k words, E] Unabashed smut. Gale thinks, and wanks, and thinks some more.

Blood Promise - [4.9k words, M] A Wyllstarion songfic describing the arc of their relationship over all three acts.

Tapestry Is my newly begun post-canon series. So far it's got some domestic smut and an entirely unexpected attempt at poetry. Current WIPs include a novella set at Fochlucan (bard college) and Blackstaff, and the novel-length sequel to Loom of Fate.

Thanks for stopping by!

[defira85]

WIP Wednesday

I DID IT it's still Wednesday for another two hours, and I'm sliding over the plate to post a WIP ON A WEDNESDAY FOR ONCE!!! I have been tagged by SO many lovelies, let's hope I remember to thank you all, but on my list I've got @optimisticgrey @tociminna @elinorbard @saylofwaterdeep @rdekarios @archduchessgortash AND @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream and if I missed anyone, I LOVE YOU PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!

I am trying my very best to be vague and not best spoilers about the Netherbrain fight, but anyone who has read my Durgetash fic knows the very particular psychic cruelty that the Brain inflicted on Kass, so...

It was dim, but not dark; the area was illuminated by familiar light runes, achingly familiar even after she knew they had been crushed to dust over a century ago. They glowed that same purple-white light that all the lights of Ched Nasad did, and she still knew the shape of the rune etched into the crystals, her fingers twitching with the urge to trace those same old lines that she knew better than the shape of her own heart.

Fingers. She looked down, and the uncomfortably knobbly four-fingered hands of her illithid body were gone. Instead, she looked down upon the smooth blue-purple skin of her drow hands, dotted with all the little scars she had accumulated over her lifetime. The little freckles that were painted across the back of her hand, more prominent after months in the sunshine. The nails, pale and blue, with a little dirt beneath them.

Gale's ring of protection, still resting on her ring finger.

She looked up, and found herself at an archway overlooking some nondescript street in the lower levels of Ched Nasad. There were the usual work-hour crowds outside, coming and going within her field of view, and from the noise around her, she felt as if she were almost certainly in an inn or a tavern. It was noisy, and it smelled... it smelled like home. It smelled like a place she hadn't even known she'd forgotten, lost to time and buried both in her memories and beneath the millions of tons of stone that the Jaezrad Chaulssin had heaped upon it. That particular smell of cave damp, the smell of cold earth, of a hundred thousand bodies or more living packed together in such close quarters. The incense burning at every corner shrine to Lolth. The sizzle and tang of street carts with their open flames, grilling mushrooms and lizards, the char of the smoke with nowhere to go in the cavern but up to the other layers. Acrid and musty and damp and smoky, the smell of a living metropolis, the smell of home.

She could never go back.

"Hello, Medi."

She turned around slowly, even though she knew who she would see behind her. The room was empty, as if it had been reserved for their private use, the noise that had carried over from the main taproom suddenly muted; at the table, alone, was her youngest sister. There were two wine glasses set out, and in the centre of the table was a Sava set, assembled as if the game was already in play.

Rhyme stood there for an agonising moment, trying to swallow down the wad of emotions in her throat. "No one has called me Medi in a very long time," she finally said quietly, her voice hoarse.

Gosh, when was the last time someone yelled the name Medi? Was it at a particularly devastating point in Rhyme's past? Hmm...

Reverse-uno tagging you all, and also @flamemittens @alittlelevity @sleepytimegrrl @darkfeanix @robinyourcreator

[victusinveritas]

Art by Wizard of Barge.

[my-flying-sister]

I love rebloging. It’s the adult equivalent of showing everyone the cool rock I just found.

[perpetualmaladaptivedaydream]

Inspo Prompt - June

From this post.

I’m keeping it very simple:

Use whatever part of the images that inspire you — whether it’s just one or all of them — for whatever medium you prefer (fic, art, your own VP, etc). It’s simply meant to inspire you to create! If you post what you create, tag it #bg3monthlyprompt so we can see your work!

It likely won’t be this many all the time, if ever, but this is the set that inspired the prompt idea. I shot them all then realized I have absolutely no idea what to do with them 😅 But they gave me an idea for a fic I’d never write because it’s not my style…but perhaps it would inspire someone else? Also, don’t stress about the characters in the shots - they’re only meant to be models. If I need to create a new, blank Tav just for prompts because it’s hard to separate, I don’t mind.

Anyway, I’ll keep making these once a month until interest dies. If interest picks up, I’ll start creating polls and guest prompts, among other things to make it more fun and interactive. If you have any ideas on what you’d like to see this become or want to collab, feel free to message me.

Happy creating! Don’t forget to tag me or use #bg3monthlyprompt so we can see what you create! 💜

Current Taglist: @ele-millennial-weirdo @gortashsrighthand

If you want to be tagged in future prompts when they drop, click here!

[piosplayhouse]

I was looking at the Baldurs gate anti woke mods because I couldn't stop laughing at the makes astarions ass smaller one and low-key this post is killing me

[bannertanks]

[tociminna]

So this is why my word counts are always a bit inflated... @dr4gonwriter

It's not my fault! His brain is full to brimming and I keep parking myself in it. Really very busy in there. But lots of fun too 😁

(contrary to popular opinion I don't think Gale is a yapper at all... But you know he's constantly thinking about something)

[wizard-dagger]

WIP Whenever/Last Lines

Thank you @tociminna for the tag! ❤️ I don’t always get to them, but I love tag games lol.

For my submission, please have both a longer WIP snippet that also happens to include some of the last lines I wrote!

And there was also, of course, the fact that she was probably the most beautiful mortal he'd ever met, if not unconventionally so.

From her snow white hair, to her constellation of freckles, and gods, her striking eyes— one so icy blue it was practically white, one a golden shade he'd only ever seen in elves. Even the scar that cut across her full, plum-stained lips drew him in, in a way that made him want to incinerate whoever had put it there.

And she'd, against, all odds, seemed to take a liking to him, too. They'd camped together for three nights, and at the end of each one she would seek out his company above that of Astarion or Shadowheart— though he supposed that was a low bar, as they didn't seem to want company at all— or their new gith friend, Lae'zel. She sought his advice first, looked to him with questions, and even seemed to keep an eye on him in battle, though he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

All in all, he could come to only one conclusion: he needed to be very, very careful. He was treading in dangerous waters, being drawn in by someone at a time like this. It could only end in disappointment and heartache— no, make that heart break, seeing as his remaining time only had one outcome, and it was his certain doom. Yes, he was going to have to watch himself. He hesitated to distance himself, as he didn't want to sow any discontent amongst the companions, so he'd just have to watch himself.

Almost as if she could read his mind, she sidled up beside him and nudged his shoulder. "Copper for your thoughts?" she asked, that ever-playful air to her voice.

"I was just thinking about you," he blurted before he could stop himself.

She turned pink, and he almost decided to the hells with his decision to be careful, if it meant he could make her blush again.

Tagging @dr4gonwriter, @optimisticgrey, and @theendofanerror 🫶

[what-even-is-thiss]

I really don’t like when a book advertises itself as fantasy or scifi with maybe some romance on the side and then it turns out to just be a romance with some fantasy or scifi wallpaper. Fine if you wanna read that but I don’t. Stop having sex and kill the dragon already. This is false advertising.

[wyllzel]

they're literally in love

[fellshish]

i know you said we ride at dawn but i’m not a morning person actually. can we ride after lunch

[boys-and-suicide-deactivated201]

The person I blogged this from deserves to have a great day

[boys-and-suicide-deactivated201]

The person I blogged this from deserves to have a great day

[atreeinafrog]

Happy Pride 🫡 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️!

[boys-and-suicide-deactivated201]

The person I blogged this from deserves to have a great day

[tociminna]

Last Lines Written/WIP Weekend

Tagged for last lines by @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream and @saylofwaterdeep, and for general WIPpiness by the latter. My last lines are mega gigantic spoilers for the end of the trilogy I have so unwisely committed to, so I can't share those.

Instead have more time loop WIP! I'm going to have to stop sharing bits from this or you'll just be able to reconstruct the whole thing from post fragments 😆

This was not a safe neighborhood to walk at night, and he knew it. Safe was relative, anyhow; he could handle himself against a full-grown dragon. Dockworkers, bored and drunken sailors on leave, the usual assortment of pickpockets and thieves… they were no real threat.

No one bothered him, and Gale found himself deeply irritated by the peace of the night. He was near to boiling over in frustration, his anger and shame bubbling atop a hot roil of real fear. There was no outlet.

There were also no consequences. He could vent his emotions on the entire harbor – a Meteor Swarm would just about suit – and it would all be back to its usual state of grimy industry in the morning.

The knowledge that he could yield to the impulse somehow deflated it entirely. Instead he went home and got very, very drunk.

Tagging @galesilkleaf @tiger-shrike @optimisticgrey @defira85 @ligmabhaals @wizard-dagger @theendofanerror @fireflyeyes @dr4gonwriter