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BG3 fics and gifs - all heavily tiefling/drow-centered AO3: Wasteful_Sam Minors - DNI
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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Your OC & you

Sam lets Nimriel read future chapters of “Worthy”, judging her reactions with great, sadistic curiosity. Nim knows she’s cooked :3

I must say, I recreated myself pretty closely - the hair and nails are 10000% accurate. xDD And the sitting pose, of course - I have a thing where I can’t sit like a normal person with my feet touching the floor, even at work.

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WIP Whenever ✍🏻

Thank you amazing writers @tynithia @gortashsrighthand @unovafarm @alrendriablaze @spillingteanotpermitted for the tags! Please accept a tag back, and I'll invite in @lolthwoven @croquettish @faetouchedfool @acreaturebythewater @wakacreations @winged-monkey @toomanyfamiliars and anyone who wants to share.

Here's a snippet from a draft of a fic I'm working on, where Rolan and Lia are uncomfortably trying to talk about their feelings and fears before Cal joins and manages it without a second thought.

“Rolan, There’s not a night I sleep through. Wake up, cold, retching at my own sweat. Cal says he hears me scream before I wake. And it’s not because you failed. Don’t know what it is. Can’t shake it.” Digging fervently at the raw flesh around her nails, Lia’s tail was twitching, wound tightly around the chair leg. “I’m afraid, Rolan. Every second of every day. Not because you haven’t kept us safe, know that’s what you’d think. It’s as though there’s still a goblin blade to my throat. See it every time my eyes close.” Blood seeped around her fingertip. Lia’s voice broke. “I’m afraid I’ll never stop being afraid.” Glancing over at his sister, Rolan saw an uncharacteristic silhouette. The wringing hands, defensive spine, and avoidant gaze that surely did not belong to the person that chastised him for forgetting to apply the second lock to the door last night. “Cal’s not the only one to have heard,” he said quietly. The well-worn oak groaned as Lia sat up, resting her back solidly against the fading cushion. She tucked her hands firmly across her chest. “Deal’s a deal. Your turn.” Rolan’s head rolled back against the chair. He stared up at the intricate design carved into the ceiling trim, barely noticeable as swirls of shadow high above. “I feel as though I could own every scrap of gold in Baldur’s Gate, still I could not buy your affection as a sister.” “It’s not for sale, you bloody idiot.” He continued as though she hadn’t spoken, brow furrowing. “I feel as though… There’s this threat. Nagging, always. That things may have been immeasurably better for the two of you had I never…” “Not possible. Not ever.” Lia snapped her fingers, demanding him to see the ferocity of her stare. “Rolan, ever.” He waved her insistence away as though she had offered to refill his drink. “It just never seems to quieten, no matter how hard I try.” Lia snorted. “Or how much you drink?” With a coy twitch at his lips, Rolan glanced to the object in his hand. “Or that. I just wanted to earn… to be worthy of a…” “Family.” Rolan’s finger slid around the rim of his goblet. “Your word, not mine.” He knocked back the remainder of his wine. “Fucked up.” The fire in Lia’s eyes was a comforting glow. “The both of us.” “Yes.” Rolan’s bittersweet smile lacked any unkindness directed at her. “Quite.” Their attention snapped over their shoulders as hinges groaned and a rush of cool air pooled around their feet. A bright face stopped, hand curled around the door. “Am I interrupting?” “Do join us,” Rolan said flippantly. “We’re discussing our deepest, darkest fears.” “Fun.” The door clicked softly as Cal joined his siblings in the reading room, where the warmth of the fireplace cocooned the heavy, dark furniture and flushed warmed cheeks. “Go on,” Lia leaned onto her thighs. “You’re up.” “Yes, do tell.” Rolan made a grand gesture with his empty cup. “What are the most desperate thoughts that stalk you as you try to sleep.” Cal plopped down opposite in a vacant chair and started speaking before his arse had settled into the cushion. “That the two of you will fall out. For good. And you’ll make me choose between you.”

If this snippet was to your preference, perhaps you may enjoy the full thing.

Words: 4,306 Rating: Teen & Up Tagged: Hurt/Comfort Summary: A year since they moved into Ramazith's Tower, Cal and Lia have a surprise for Rolan. It doesn't go as planned, and three of them continue to struggle with the emotional wounds they each carry as they continue to try and heal together. Written in response to a prompt by @tavyliasin for the @baldurs-writers-3 BG3 third anniversary. ✨ Link on AO3 ✨

Your OC & you

Sam lets Nimriel read future chapters of “Worthy”, judging her reactions with great, sadistic curiosity. Nim knows she’s cooked :3

I must say, I recreated myself pretty closely - the hair and nails are 10000% accurate. xDD And the sitting pose, of course - I have a thing where I can’t sit like a normal person with my feet touching the floor, even at work.

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Syryth and Orin

(And all relevant context)

Technically, this is a tag game (thank you @moon-bliss-bg3) but it's an official lore post to me. I'll be back to fill in links later, because this is even more to tackle than I thought and will be multiple posts.

Warning for mentions of grooming and sexual assault.

Pre-Canon

Syryth, diverging from the game's canon Dark Urge, is approximately 150 years old (born a fair bit after the Great Bhaalspawn Crisis, for consistency). He moved into the temple at around 15, after he'd killed his adoptive family, and spent a very long time functionally alone. While he was technically under the tutelage of Sarevok, and had a lot of worship surrounding him, he didn't truly have someone he was close to. For many decades, Syryth's life was spent learning to be and subsequently becoming the leader of the Cult of Bhaal, as well as making his own personal sacrifices to his Father.

For the first 10-or-so years of Orin's life, she was raised in near-total isolation by Sarevok (a control which intensified after she killed Helena). She was essentially built to be the perfect servant to Bhaal, but constantly reminded to be humble and grateful, in ways that ranged from demoralizing to fully abusive. She was also raised with the idea that she might bear Bhaalspawn one day, and it was emphasized to her how she was in a "perfect position" to do so as a changeling. As she matured, Sarevok placed additional sexual emphasis on her body both in her original form and when forcing her to take different forms, “training” her to one day bear bhaalspawn or sire them within someone else (for the latter of which he employed victims for her to “practice” on.)

At 10, Sarevok felt it was appropriate to "debut" Orin as a visible member of the cult's leadership, and gave her to Syryth as his charge. She was elated to have more freedom and power, but was very aware of the strings attached, and had been told at the outset that she was going to be secondary to him functionally forever.

He found the idea of her being around irritating at first, and generally regarded her as immature, especially due to her unique mannerisms and sense of humour. However, as they continued to attend their duties together, this shifted. The first point of connection was how effective she was at killing at such a young age, despite going about it in a very different way from him. They fell into a rhythm very quickly, and Syryth found her prodigious at choosing victims and covering her tracks, something he assumed he would have to manage. They started to get along well in conversation, and Syryth's less serious side basically developed because of her. He never quite treated her like a child. They had strong rapport and unique banter with each other, including a laundry list of nicknames.

Syryth and Orin became extremely close. They were never seen apart unless by absolute necessity, and became incredibly insular in their relationship. The dynamic between them had become more equal as soon as they started getting along, but by the end of the fifth year or so, it began to take an even more drastic shift, at least in private. First, in Orin’s early teens, they began a sexual relationship. It felt natural to Syryth, who had led her through everything else, to help her through the urges that someone going through puberty often has.

By the time she was in her mid-teens, to a certain degree, Orin began to recognize that Syryth (though he would never voice it) found being the de facto leader exhausting, and Syryth recognized that Orin hated always being in second place. Syryth also developed the belief that, due to their shared blood, Orin's soul had always been with him, and that with her naturally vibrant personality and deeper connection to mortals, she was a more natural choice for 'the face' than he was.

Syryth loved Orin’s art, and let her use his body as a canvas frequently, usually shallow cuts that were hard to detect as to not draw suspicion. The climax or culmination of their relationship in this stage was when she took nearly a full day with him on the altar to carve the runic circle of Bhaal into his back, working slowly and in layers to make sure the scars took. It was a symbol of his devotion to Bhaal, but it was also a symbol of his devotion to her— two things that were increasingly becoming the same to him.

Ten or so years following this, in the midst of their full-fledged relationship, Syryth started to experience vivid visions and intrusive thoughts that he believed were a calling from Bhaal himself, telling him that there could only be one Bhaalspawn, and he was meant to cleanse the world of everything. (This was, in fact, a delusion of an unknown source.) It made him start to subtly pull away from Orin, and got him plotting.

Syryth had already made a lot of inroads and political moves involving the cult, including finding people with connections to the leadership of Baldur's Gate (among other places) to figuratively get in bed with. One such individual was the ambitious Enver Gortash, with connections to both the Hells and supply chains in the city. They crafted the Absolute plan together, had a bit of casual coworker sex, and began to set it in motion with their journey to the Hells and recruitment of one Ketheric Thorm.

All of this was a secret from Orin, a person Syryth had never kept a secret from before, let alone one this massive and devastating. Additionally, he was spending more and more time away from her. Following his delusion, he began to convince himself that the very things he loved about her were flaws; her artistry and her personality were reframed as unserious to him, and he started to antagonize her over them frequently. He started being more patronizing, emphasizing the difference in their ages in a way he'd never done before, switching out "blood-kin" and phrases like "my ravenous jewel" for the cutting "little sister," and if he was feeling particularly venomous, "young spawn" or "half-spawn."

As this deterioration happened, Sarevok expressed that they should have children together, as a way to strengthen both the Bhaal line and their connection (and for Orin to fulfil her 'purpose'). One of the only things they agreed on at this time was that he could go fuck himself.

Orin did a lot of digging to figure out why this shift had happened and what Syryth was up to. She was extremely confused, hurt, and especially angry. Even if Syryth had come up with the same plan earlier in their relationship, she wouldn't have struck, but their relationship had deteriorated to the point where she was emotionally able to seize the opportunity to harness the Absolute for herself. Her plan was never to kill him, but it turned out that she functionally did kill the Syryth she knew, and had once loved.

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WIP Wednesday

Previously…

Gale and his companions interrogated a woman named Korvala about some suspicious activity related to a book she sold. They learned the books were actually shapeshifters called gingwatzim and were created by the leader of Korvala and her group of jackalweres. When asked where to find this leader, Korvala produced a disembodied heart.

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On Wednesday, We WIP

Thank you @missfortunetherogue (here), @endermal (here) and @faeriiefire (here) for tagging me 🌟No pressure tags (I'm sorry friends, I know there's been a lot of WIP tags lately, but I'm trying to keep myself motivated. Please, feel free to ignore my non-sense): Uno-reverse tags to the lovelies who tagged me + @optimisticgrey @wasteful-sam @rdekarios @gortashsrighthand @spillingteanotpermitted @andromedaancunin @michanvalentine @riddlerosehearts @bloodless-sandpiper @carnivaley @lucretiouswept @nims-art @israfela1 @izumiphoenix @themadknightuniverse @echoechowhiskey @bunnymauk if you friends have anything to share 💜

Well, you all know what I'm working on, don't you? I've made some progress today and I hope to see the end of it before the end of the week. I'm having a lot of fun and I'm pretty excited about it, but it's much longer than originally planned 😅

🔞NSFW - Sexual themes and explicit depictions (inspired by real experiences)🔞

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⟣ WIP Wednesday ⟢

It's been a very long time since I've shared any WIP. In fact ... I can't even recall how far back it was. Nevertheless, TYSM to all the lovelies who have tagged me! I'm just including everyone from the last 2 weeks here, but if I've missed you pls let me know!

Went back to working on the next chapter release for my Arcane fic. Feeling self-conscious cause it's been an incredibly long time, too much cropped up in life, and I had hoped I would be further along in this project. I have got more outlined for the future, so a win is still a win. Hope you enjoy ~ !

[ TAGS: Post-Canon, Arcane, Annihilation-Inspired, Apocalypse + Hurt/Comfort ]

Is it really you? —'Gravity'
The howling winds spread their crystalline wings around him in swarming swirls of ice and indifferent absence. He can't see it so much as feel it. It is not gentle. It does not caress his weary skin, so much as burrow deep into the material of him. With icy hands, it blankets him in its unforgiving frost, billowing in crests that lash at the fabric of his clothes. His borrowed scarf, long lost in the wind, has left his naked face exposed to the ice. His senses numb. The tremors that have taken his muscles have begun to seize and lock. Motionless. Helpless.