At the very end, we were nothing but ghosts: pale silhouettes painted in violence.
The blog is mostly dedicated to the appreciation of Rolan BG3 ¯\_(ᵕ—ᴗ—)_/¯. Gifs and writing. And Nimriel, of course, my drow OC you see plastered all over here :3 I also love wallowing in my misery from time to time, so, be warned! (,Ծ_Ծ,)
♥ All my gifs and pictures -> #wasteful sam stuff
♥ All my writing -> #wasteful sam fic
♥ Modded Rolans (aka Rolanverse): -> #Cambion Rolan, #Rolan the Miresworn, #Flower Knight Rolan, #Master Rolan (featuring @alrendriablaze amazing smutfic based on him :3)
♥ All Nimriel-related -> #OC: Nimriel
♥ Nimriel x Rolan -> #Thunder Valkyrie (I will expand it one day, I swear)
♥ How I recreate Rolan, Zevlor, and Dammon in BG3
♥ Nimriel masterpost - main information about my OC
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♥ Worthy - my main ongoing long fic (3rd person, multiple POVs). Rolan/female drow Tav named Nimriel + developing Dammon/Karlach relationships and some other winks at potential ships.
It's a slow-burn story with mutual pining, angst, and eventual smut. It covers the events of all three acts, mostly from Rolan's point of view, and expands on his character, giving him more agency. The same goes for some companions/minor characters.
The story can be found on AO3 or, if you prefer reading on Tumblr under the #the Worthy fic.
Wordcount: 76k+, ongoing
♥ Blades and hearts laid bare [18+] - smut (3rd person, Rolan x Nimriel, rough sex, cunnilingus, Rolan is confident and dominant AF, ass slapping (a lot), dirty talk).
After a close call in battle, Rolan and Nimriel have to confront the insatiable lust they have for each other. The lovers go through a full circle of emotions: anger, regret, passion, and devotion. Hiding feelings in plain sight, they succumb to each other, knowing that tomorrow may never come.
This fic is a part of the “Worthy” cannon, but can be read separately :3 Read on AO3 or Tumblr
Wordcount: 5,8k, finished
♥ That day, I died with him - horror (1st and 3rd person, Rolan's POW, body horror, psychological horror, blood and violence, angst, major character death).
The fic starts with the entry of Rolan's diary, where he recounts how he killed Lorroakan. The notes quickly reveal that Rolan struggles with piled-up mental issues caused by the events of the past and rapidly approaches the breaking point.
The fic is an entry to the Miresworn AU - a longfic I am slowly starting to work on. I have been consumed by the idea of writing a dark Rolan fic for a while now. A universe where Cal and Lia die in Shadow-Cursed Lands, and Rolan looks for ways to resurrect them. In his pursuit, he begins using Thay's Necromancy. As it slowly corrupts him, Rolan loses his grasp on reality and allies with Ascended Astarion to control Baldur’s Gate from the shadows and have full access to all its resources. The snippet of the story you’ve read takes place two years after the final battle.
Read on AO3 or Tumblr
Wordcount: 1,3k, finished, a part of the ongoing series.
♥ Only the moon bore witness to his yearning [18+] - smut (3rd person, Rolan's POV in chapter 1, double POVs in subsequent chapters).
Overtaken by his desperate longing for Tav, Rolan has no choice but to pleasure himself, letting his desires take complete control. In the following chapter, the dumbass gets caught by Tav, and the porn scenario ensues. ┐(︶▽︶)┌ Chapter 3 - soon, hopefully. 🥴
Read on AO3 or Tumblr: ch. 1, ch. 2
Wordcount: 4k+, ongoing
♥ Be as greedy as you want [18+] - smut. It is the reimagining of the "Don't be greedy" cutscene if BG3 was a full-on porn game T_T.
Basically, Rolan/f!Tav, shameless smut, 99% porn/1% plot, spontaneous drunk sex, groping, taunting, not-so-dirty dirty talk, confident Rolan gets what he fucking deserves, and all the good stuff. 👌
Read on AO3 or Tumblr
Wordcount: 2,4k, finished
♥ The Master and his glove [18+] - short smut about Master Rolan. What can I say, I love writing Rolan masturbation scenes. (¬_¬”) But here's a twist: he does it with his leather glove. (꒪▿꒪)
Solo masturbation, a short and sweet fic. :3
Read on Tumblr
Wordcount: 720, finished
♥ Masks left behind - short, pure romance (??? inconceivable!). Rolan/f!Tav, post-canon, romantic fluff, double POV.
Two years have passed after the final battle for Baldur's Gate, and the new Master of Ramazith's Tower is invited to the Moonlight Masquerade celebration. At first glance, it seems that Rolan now has it all, earning the respect he deserves among the citizens and a peaceful life with his siblings. But tonight, a chance meeting makes him dare to dream beyond that. He yearns to give his heart to the woman he secretly adored all these years.
Read on AO3 or Tumblr
Wordcount: 3,191, finished
♥ A debt paid in lust [18+] - smut (3rd person, double POV). It is a shameless hatefucking. Rolan/female tiefling DU Vexis.
A short, one-chapter story. A quickie, one might say, to clench the urges. (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و My first smut ever, so, yeah...
On Pinterest, search “[your OC’s name] core” and show us the first six results!
Thanks for the tags @onlytavs and @deianestormborn 💕 Since almost all of these are low resolution pictures, I turned them into tiny moodboards, if you don't mind~
Also, I'm sure I broke Pinterest because after awhile it showed the same pictures for each searches, so I had to skip a few. 🤷
Do you have resources or advice on doing digital photography in bg3 on ps5? All the pictures I take look like ass and I want to learn how to make something at least visually appealing.
Unfortunately when it comes to mods and things you're a bit limited on PS5 for sure. And I don't own a PS5 so I won't be much help on the specifics of PS5 photography. So I invite anyone of my followers who does VP on PS5 to chime in!!
However, I do want to inspire you by recommending a good mutual of mine @lutethebodies who takes amazing shots with little in the way of VP mods. Primarily playing on Mac, there's also a very limited toolset you can use, but LTB still takes compelling story-telling shots.
I also want to tag on a little rant: In "real world" photography, there's a constant reminder to newcomers not to fixate on gear: It's not the gear it's the photographer. There's so much you can do with just a basic smart phone camera! This is also true of BG3's photo mode without mods.
Here's a few pointers when it comes to photography in general to get you started:
The thing to make your photos pop is composition more than anything else. Good composition is KEY to visually appealing shots. Don't worry too much about getting it right the first shot - but cropping to good composition helps a lot!
Lighting is also critical - it's a difficult thing to see in the moment sometimes, but it's worth looking some examples of lighting and seeing if you can recreate it in the world using ambient in-game light sources.
I then entreat you to play around with colors in software like Lightroom, if you have access to a PC. Check out Darktable if you would like a free and open source equivalent to Lightroom.
If you don't have a PC but have an smartphone, I like to mess around with Snapseed (Android and iPhone). I don't love a tiny screen for photo editing, but I've been amazed by what some folks are capable of with this!
I hope this helps you get started. And if you would like to chit-chat more about it, my Asks and DMs are open!
(inspired by day 3 of top gale week, sub top/praise kink. ty to @topgaleweek for hosting this event 💜)
AO3 Link — If you enjoy this, I really appreciate getting kudos/comments over there!
Summary: "Gods, Gale—"
He stilled for a breath, watching their face.
"That—tell me that’s right," he said, voice low and unsteady. “Please, my love."
Elenion is still learning how to let themself be taken apart. They know exactly what they want, and Gale is more than willing to follow their lead—up until he can no longer ignore how badly he needs to be told he’s doing well.
Word Count: 1,056
Notes: Pairing is Gale and Elenion, my male half-elf tav (who uses he/they, but is only using they/them in this fic). This is explicit smut with basically no plot other than being porn with feelings. Contains soft loving sex, anal, and of course, Gale being a submissive top who needs to be praised. See ao3 for the full tags but that should cover it. If that's outside the comfort zone or interest of anyone on my fic taglist, feel free to skip this one!
For extra context I also wanted to mention: Elenion never let any of his other partners penetrate him, and doesn't even let Gale do so until they've been together for a few months. This isn't Gale's first time topping him, but it's one of the first, so they're both still getting comfortable with it—and this prompt was literally perfect for that point in their relationship.
(If anyone ever wants to be added to or removed from my fic taglist please just let me know!)
The room was quiet except for the soft hitch of Elenion's breath.
They lay back against the sheets like this was nothing new, nothing unfamiliar. Like Gale's fingers hadn't already left them open, aching, and slick from his touch.
He hovered over them, careful, waiting—and Elenion refused to look uncertain.
"Go on, love," they said, lifting their chin. "You're not going to break me, you know."
Then, before Gale could move, they added, more quickly, "But—slowly. And don’t… just don’t rush it."
Gale nodded. "Of course," he said, settling carefully between their legs. He brushed a lock of hair from their face. "Anything you need, just tell me."
Elenion swallowed.
They had done this before. There was nothing they should've been nervous about.
And yet.
They reached for him before the thought could settle, fingers curling at the back of Gale's neck to draw him closer. Their other hand caught his waist.
"No—wait," they said.
Gale stilled immediately.
Elenion exhaled slowly, then adjusted him just a little, guiding the angle. "Like this," they said softly. "Just stay there a moment."
Gale didn’t argue. He stayed exactly where they put him, steady and patient beneath their hands.
Then they shifted.
"Alright," they said. "Now."
Gale moved immediately. He pressed in slow and careful, easing deeper inch by inch. The heat and stretch pulled a sharp breath from Elenion's chest as their body tightened around his cock. Their head tipped back, eyes slipping shut as the sensation settled.
Their hands braced on his waist, feeling the slow press as they held him where they wanted him. "That's—" They swallowed. "Yeah—stay like that. That's good."
Their voice softened. "You’re doing well. So much better—"
They cut themself off, breath catching again. "Just… stay like that. I've got you."
Gale didn't rush. He held himself there, watching.
Elenion's fingers flexed slightly.
"Move," they murmured.
Gale obeyed. His next thrust drew another breath from Elenion’s chest, their body clenching again before they could stop it.
"Fuck—" they breathed, cutting themself off almost immediately.
"Too much?" Gale asked.
"No." Elenion shook their head quickly. "Keep going. That's perfect, sweetheart."
Gale’s hands shifted at their hips, steadier now, firmer. The pressure was enough to make Elenion's breath hitch—but he didn’t break the pace they'd set.
The next movement was deeper, more deliberate.
Gale’s mouth curved slightly. "Perfect, hm?"
Elenion exhaled shakily. "Don't—don't change anything. I mean it."
Their cock jerked between them, precome already gathering despite their effort to stay steady.
Gale moved again, just as they'd asked. This time, it drew a broken sound from Elenion that they couldn't smooth out.
"That’s—" Their breath caught, fingers digging into Gale's hips. "That’s it. Just like that. You’re—gods, you’re doing so well."
Gale let out a soft moan in response. He moved more confidently now, each slow thrust dragging the sensation out.
Elenion's composure fractured further.
"Don’t stop," they said again, softer now. "Please don't stop. You—you feel so good like this."
Gale paused, his breath catching. "Say that again," he murmured.
Elenion looked at him, wide-eyed, cheeks burning from the intensity. They lifted a shaking hand to his face. "You feel… so good, sweetheart. Don't stop."
Gale smiled, and that alone undid something in Elenion. He slowed—just enough to make it worse, each thrust pressing deeper.
He shifted, just slightly.
The change in angle pulled a broken, startled cry from Elenion, snapping whatever composure they had left clean in half.
"Gods, Gale—"
He stilled for a breath, watching their face.
"That—tell me that’s right," he said, voice low and unsteady. “Please, my love."
Elenion's breath caught. Their grip slipped, then tightened, fingers digging into his hips as they pulled it back into that exact angle.
"It is," they said, already losing the shape of the words. "That’s—yeah—right there—don’t… don’t change that."
Gale moved again, slower this time, holding that same spot.
"You're—gods, you’re so good at this," Elenion said, their words dissolving into a moan.
Gale let out a soft, helpless sound, his grip tightening hard enough to hold them in place as he moved. And gods, Elenion felt it—the familiar way his hands could undo them all at once.
The change in him made everything sharper, until Elenion couldn’t keep up anymore.
Their cock twitched, leaking steadily now, each movement pulling another reaction from them.
"Fuck—yes—like that—just like that—"
Their voice broke entirely on the last word.
Gale didn’t slow. He kept that same deliberate pace, pressing into them in a way that made it impossible to think past the sensation.
"Say it again," he murmured, not stopping.
Elenion let out something between a laugh and a gasp. "I can’t—"
He moved again.
Elenion arched into him without thinking.
"You—gods—you’re so good—" the words spilled out, unsteady and uncontrolled. "Don’t stop—not now, don't you dare."
He didn’t.
He let out a low, strained groan, thrusting deeper like he couldn't stop even if he tried.
"Gale," Elenion breathed, their voice dazed. "That's it—yeah—my—"
Their breath caught.
"—good boy."
Gale let out a quiet, breathless laugh. It dissolved into a broken moan, his head dipping down to Elenion's shoulder.
Elenion smiled, almost in disbelief that they'd said that with him inside them. They tried to laugh back, but it caught somewhere in their chest, lost in the rush of breath instead.
They tangled their fingers in Gale's hair, holding him closer.
Gale's rhythm faltered for a moment before snapping back, more urgently now. Elenion's hips jerked helplessly into the next thrust.
"Gale—"
Whatever they were going to say broke into a moan, then a soft cry as the tension finally snapped, pleasure hitting all at once. Their body tensed around him as they came, every last bit of control falling away.
Gale followed a second later, pressing in close as he finished, his breath uneven against their skin as he stilled.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then Gale lifted his head slightly, studying their face.
"There you are," he murmured.
Elenion flushed, but didn’t look away.
"Here I am," they said, still a little breathless.
Then, more softly, "I love you."
Their fingers brushed along Gale’s jaw, lingering for a moment before they tipped their head to kiss him.
Been holding onto this piece for a moment now, but I finally decided to share!!
I lowk got inspired by @tcustodisart and wanted to draw my favorite tav (Cordelia!!!) in my cultural attire!! Idk, I love the idea of her sharing some of my Ukrainian culture, even if it doesn’t perfectly align with anything. It makes me happy 🥹🥹
Behold! Ombra and Astarion in all their glory. Feast your eyes on @mercymaker’s wonderful shots, everyone!
Another addition to my collection of favorite virtual photography shots, lol. I absolutely love seeing my two mischievous little gremlins come to life through the eyes of such incredibly talented artists. Every single time, I’m left completely in awe.
There isn’t really much else to add, because, as always, the screenshots speak for themselves. They’re simply gorgeous.
On top of that, every VP artist I’ve met so far has been nothing but kind, welcoming, and genuinely lovely, and @mercymaker is undoubtedly one of them. <3
Thank you for taking such wonderful care of them. You captured so perfectly what one of their little dates might look like when the whole city belongs only to them. The intimacy, the playfulness, the companionship, the tenderness… it’s all there. <3
Now for my recommendation! If you haven’t already, go check out her blog and show her some love. Lol. Hit that follow button and treat your eyes to her amazing work. And don’t forget to read her stories, too!
Our Days Are Numbered: Events of Chapter 14, The Sacred Oath. That chapter is a talky one (and its associated images got dinged by the algorithm as “mature”), but on re-read it's not too bad. Like other chapters, it transpires after all the in-game events have already taken place. To get those out of the way, they were:
The Cannor/Farago party picked fights with the creche’s kithrak commander and the inquisitor. Both were summarily barrelmanced (it was the height of my barrelmancy era I guess). Most of the party hit L8 after this. They then retrieved the Lathander mace. Lae’zel wasn't in the party when first confronting Vlaakith so they went back to get her and do the astral-plane dance, sneaking out of the secret entrance without killing any more gith and camping in the mountains en route to Act 2. That night, Cannor and Minthara reveal their secrets to each other: his infertility, her daughter.
Singer Versus Sailor: The Cannor/Zaf run got a bit back-tracky, but only to a point, when they warped from the Mountain Pass (post Death-Shepherd fight) to Grymforge. Without taking any precautions other than some strategic height differences, they picked a fight with Sgt. Thrinn's duergar and, laboriously but steadily, sniped the ever-loving shit out of them.
Unfortunately for the myconids, Nere was accidentally thunder-arrowed into the lava, so no decapitation for him (this run is really botching several minor sidequests!). Some gnomes died but not Beldron or Barcus (who was invited to camp). That also meant no Philomeen or runepowder flask. The party then cleared the mimics to get wondrous gloves for Alfira, and camped there. They ignored the Adamantine Forge and (for the first time in a Ruy-including run) the cursed amulet.
So, a truly slapdash Grymforge episode, but I honestly couldn’t be bothered this time, because to make the parallel lines match up by Day 16 (with 14 days in Act 1 and 2 days, by then, in Act 2), our heroes needed to progress to the Shadow-Cursed Lands on Day 15.
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