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who is your baldur’s gate 3 bf and why is he a non-romance option npc u talk to like three times
My Tav is still waiting for a drink at the ElfSong tavern. T_T
Rugan and Octavia from Trouble Will Find Me, wishing you a happy spooky season 🎃👻✨
Rolan is gently chomping on Rugan, as he should 💕
sketchy practice art dump
many thanks to @captainsigge for the reference photos~
Got frustrated trying to work on a more complex nsfw piece, so it's back to drawing heads to figure out a digital workflow and layer masks.
I'm still learning how not to overwork my lineart. It helps to have a character to hyperfixate on in the process.
wip wednesday
I was tagged by @full---ofstarlight, thank youuuu <3
The Baldur’s Gate crew were dead. Everyone of them.
Despite everything that had transpired over the last few days, Alyril’fryn only had one thought about the entire situation: what a bloody waste.
She exited her tent, eyes alighting on Rugan sitting by the fire, hunched over a bowl. His back was turned towards her, but she could easily see as he struggled to take a sip of the stew in his bowl, his hands shaking, broth dripping from the carved wooden spoon onto the ground at his feet. There was a puddle there now, soaking into the dirt and turning into a muddy mess. Karlach sat beside him, chatting happily about whatever new topic fascinated her, but Aly noticed how her smile didn’t reach her eyes. Karlach was as worried about him as she was.
Upon escaping from the Waukeen’s Rest hideout, leaving behind nothing but smoke and charred bodies, Shadowheart had taken the time to heal the worst of Rugan’s wounds, closing cuts and mending broken bones, remarking about she was surprised at the amount of internal bleeding and how much of a stubborn bastard he must be not to have succumbed already.
Not a single word eased Aly’s fears, but she was grateful for the cleric’s healing, nonetheless.
She briefly considered going back into her tent, to let Rugan rest, to give him space to process the deaths of people he once might’ve considered friends. But then he glanced over his shoulder at her, some of his blond hair falling into his eyes.
Rugan watched as she approached, gaze never wavering until she was standing beside him. Even in the dim light of the fire, Aly could see a few scars added to his face. The wounds that Shadowheart couldn’t heal perfectly. He looked tired, worn down, and Aly wasn’t sure how much of that was because of his age and how much was due to the last few days of torture.
Karlach glanced up, gave her a brief smile, before mumbling something about seeking out Wyll to discuss devil tactics. Aly didn’t question it as she left them alone with nothing but the campfire for company.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Rugan said with a weak smile, setting the bowl of food at his feet, nearly dumping its entire contents on the ground. There were tremors in his hands, but he tucked them out of sight, gaze on the fire blazing hot.
Aly took Karlach’s abandoned seat, feeling the leftover warmth of the flames that were ever present in the tiefling’s blood. She brushed her fingers against the charred wood, black soot staining her skin when she lifted her hand up. She stared at it briefly, trying to remember what it was like to feel everything so intensely, much like Karlach did.
The only person whom Alyril’fryn ever felt a fraction of affection for was sitting beside her now, barely holding together.
Tagging: @eluvisen, @starknstarwars, @greyias, @keldae, @aroserinosman, @my-favourite-zhent and @aceghosts
THANKS, LASS!
SUMMARY: Rugan finally gets to buy you that drink at the Elfsong... and say his proper thanks.
PAIRING: Rugan & Female Reader
WORD COUNT: 3,252
WARNINGS: 18+ sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), teasing, a little bit of hair pulling if you squint, CONSENT!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi, I've never written for this man in my life so if it's bad... just uh... move along, please. Also, thanks to everyone who voted for the poll! I promise I'll do more fun things like this when I'm not so sad and sick. :')
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The pain that resides in your lower back is intense. A torturous shift of muscle and bone pushing itself in all the wrong spots. So much so that as you take that first step towards the Elfsong’s upstairs quarters you can’t help but groan at the impact. Remembering how awful it felt to fight off that horde of elementals alongside Lorroakan’s particularly brutal set of spells.
At this rate, the only thing you can feel is the need to rest and drink. Both of which somehow manage to pull your thoughts away from the staircase beneath your feet. Or more specifically how increasingly painful each step becomes.
“You guys still have that gold from earlier, right?” Karlach asks. She’s about two steps in front of you and barely hanging on herself. With her great axe strapped to her back, it’s a wonder she’s still upright considering she probably took the brunt of the fight.
Finally Getting That Drink. Rugan: SFW / NSFW
A Golden Opportunity. Gortash: SFW / NSFW / amazing Tavtash fic
Cherries and Sulphur. Raphael: SFW / NSFW
The Infernal Blacksmith. Dammon: SFW / NSFW
The Blade of the Frontiers. Wyll: SFW / NSFW
Nature's Bounty. Halsin: SFW / NSFW
Thank you to everyone who supported this little project! Sorry I couldn't finish a full calendar lol
I saw this on Adam Ellis' Twitter and couldn't resist.
Poor lad, wishin' the gnolls got him.
Survived a gnoll encounter only to get stuck waiting for his supervisor to stop making out with their hero.