little-paperboat
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WHY ARE YOU ALL SO HORNY FOR THE WIZARD
#applies to Rolan and Gale and honestly#wizard sandwich when#i’m so soft for both of them#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#rolan nation#holy rolan empire#baldur’s gate 3#tag:fandom
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Hi there! 🌸
It's time for a pinned post! I'm Paper Boat (she/her, late 20s) and you may call me however you want 😌 This blog is the recipient of all my current hyperfixations. I'm trying to get back to writing regularly, and I've listed my current fics and OCs below. Feel free to interact! 🤍
At the moment I have a massive BG3 obsession (still going strong) with a big case of the Rolan brainrot 🧡 I absolutely adore the rest of the main characters and ship them with Tav/Durge & together too. I'm also an occasional Zevlor/Raphael/Gortash enjoyer hihi
On another note, my top three otps of all time are Brienne and Jaime (GoT), Rose x the Doctor (Doctor Who) & Zutara (A:TLA), I'll always be *thrilled* to discuss them too!
You can find me here on AO3: paper_boat
— Baldur's Gate 3
My fics:
• I Burned My Fingers On This Forbidden Fire, Rolan x Tav (series, ongoing)
— Part 1: Wild Winds Are Death To The Candle (2/2)
— Part 2: Through Shadows To The Edge of Night (2/3)
— Part 3: TBA
— Part 4: TBA
My Tavs:
• Ariel Mithcallor | high elf, ranger | romancing astarion
[☆] presentation & moodboard
[☆] pictures
— Hogwarts Legacy
My fic:
take my hand, wreck my plans, Seb x MC x Ominis (on hiatus)
My MCs:
Effie Williams | ravenclaw, paired with Seb and Ominis
(c) divider by saradika
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If you’re here to save the day again, you’re a little late this time.
Dedicating this to @lostinforestbound who's been writing incredible Dark!Rolan AU short fics, go read all their lovely work! Dark!Rolan, Dark!Rolan 2, Dark!Rolan Prequel
#it's incredible i'm so fully in awe of both the art and the fic#it's like it opened a new dimension in my brain and i'm craving it#rolan nation#holy rolan empire#dark!rolan#baldur's gate 3#tag:fanart
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Took some photos of my husband in our new tower today. Look at that smile. So proud of him 🥰
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I'm in the process of editing the last chapter of "Through Shadows" and it's about 4500 words, the longest so far 👀
I'm not totally satisfied with it yet, especially since it contains some pivotal scenes and elements for the main story later so I really want to get it right, but I'm working on it and it's promising!
I'm suuuper excited for it though, it might be my favourite chapter so far. We're getting more Tav and Rolan AND they are doing something else than argue for once (they're not getting any smarter, though). But there is *progress* somehow heheh
Here's a little overview of the chapter, since I probably won't post until later this week 😇
She wanted to know how his lips would feel against hers, how his body would react to her touch; to see pleasure etched over his handsome features and to hear him say all those nice things again, and then some.
She wanted to kiss him - she really did.
And she wanted it now.
Even if he hated her.
She had dealt with worse than that.
“I didn’t tell Cal and Lia about what happened,” she said instead, inching just a bit closer, batting her eyelashes just so - giving him that one sultry look that always got her tangled in bedsheets under an hour.
“I know.” He gave her a strained smile.
“You’re welcome,” she teased.
He let out a breathy laugh.
“I thanked you once already. Don’t be greedy.”
A glint of mischief burned in his eyes and she felt herself smirk. Oh, she was greedy alright - all she needed was a sign that he wasn’t just being polite, something, anything to let her know that he was curious about her, and she would show him exactly just how greedy she could be.
That's it for nowww 🤠
#rolan x tav#holy rolan empire#rolan nation#series:forbidden fire#fic:through shadows#tag:writing#baldur's gate 3
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if anyone hasn’t read ‘Deeply and Immovably So’ stop what you’re doing and go read it now!!!!
-> yeah!!! go!!!! read it!!! now!!!
I had the wonderful opportunity to do a commission for the amazingly talented @dutifullylazybread of her Tav and Rolan ❤️❤️ (if anyone hasn’t read ‘Deeply and Immovably So’ stop what you’re doing and go read it now!!!!) of Tav comforting Rolan during a panic attack. It was such an emotional scene, thank you so much for trusting me with it! 😭
Close up under the cut 👇
Likes and reblogs are encouraged but please don’t repost ❤️ Commissions are open check my pinned post for info ❤️
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Moodboard Tag
Rules: Use this order and insert images according to how you view yourself/your character!
Oooh I love this! Thank you @dutifullylazybread for the tag (also your moodboard for Tav was incredible!!)
I already made a moodboard for my Tav Ariel (my Tav who's romancing Astarion), so I'll do one for Tav from "i burned my fingers to this forbidden fire" since I'm writing it now hihi
1. Animal: Cat
2. Place: Baldur's Gate
3. Plant: Lily of the Valley
4. Character: Rachel Greene from Friends
5. Season: Summer
6. Hobbies: Dancing and attending parties
7. Colour: Gold
8. Crystal: Rose Quartz
9. Food: Strawberry pastries
Tagging — @lemonsrosesandlavender, @savriea & @orangekittyenergy if you want to do it too, no pressure <3
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Rolan the type to say something like this to Tav
#well we have to make it happen i guess#yeahhhh i can see it#watched p&p last week exactly picturing rolan as darcy and uh it did some things to me#i love him your honor he's my emotional support grumpy wizard with a heart of gold#rolan bg3#rolan nation#holy rolan empire#baldur's gate 3#tag:fandom
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Through Shadows To The Edge Of Night (2)
Chapter 2 of Through Shadows to the Edge of Night is finally here! I'm so sorry for the wait - I fell sick and felt too tired to write or edit, and on top of that I found that chapter particularly difficult to write (when it sounded so easy in my head!). I struggled a bit with the english, with the action scene, and with making the different bits fit together. But I hope that you will like it nonetheless! At least we're seeing a bit more of Gale and Wyll this time.
I'm hoping to publish the next and final chapter next Saturday, with the conclusion of the Shadow-Cursed Lands and the much awaited (on my side at least hehe) reunion between Rolan and Tav post-rescue. Let's see how it goes!
Sneak peak of the current chapter under the cut, as usual :)
And thanks again for all the kudos and the positive comments, it's been really heartwarming and a fantastic motivation to keep writing x
Read on AO3 (2/3)
Read Part 1: Wild Winds Are Death To The Candle (2/2)
Going back into the wild was as nightmarish as she had imagined. They had agreed to go out without waking up the others - recovering Rolan first was a priority. Neither Gale nor Wyll had asked any questions, but she had nonetheless come up with a flimsy reasoning of him being powerful enough to help the Inn stand in case it was attacked. It was not untrue either: she heard someone mentioning that he saved the kids’ lives during the ambush. Still, every minute of him out there drunk and alone increased his likelihood of dying, and she didn’t want his death on her conscience. In the grand scheme of things, she could deal with being the indirect cause for the other tieflings’ misfortune, but if Rolan of all people died because he felt she had provoked him into fixing “her” mess, she’d never hear the end of it, from his ghost or her own inner voice.
Gale and Wyll were walking next to her, holding flaming torches, looking for any sign of life. Wyll was not a ranger, yet his adventuring had granted him some tracking skills that were now proving invaluable. He had elbowed her pretty hard in the ribs when she started yelling Rolan’s name in the dark, shushing her that this was not how one was going to find a missing person in a hostile territory. Tav still thought that it would’ve been faster than crouching to follow faint footsteps on the ground, but she was too tired to argue. She sorely missed the warmth of the bed and the embrace of the crude blankets: instead it was the silence that weighed on her, suffocating, overwhelming - every shadow a foe, every movement a threat. In the dead of the night, she was wondering if they’d ever find him. How long had it been? How far could he have gone? And what if they were already too late?
“Detono! ”
Suddenly, a shout in the night, then a burst of light - they rushed towards the sound to find Rolan circled by shadows, their necrotic energy weakening him with each passing moment. Before the logical part of her could strategize, the careless side of her took over and ran towards Rolan and his attackers, sword and light swinging in both hands.
“Get back!” Wyll was close behind, Eldritch Blasts firing from his fingers; in the distance she heard Gale’s voice invoke a flurry of fireballs.
“Duck!” Someone grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, pushing her - she felt a bolt of heat pass her by, and her teeth punctured her inner cheek as her head collided on the ground. She barely registered that the blood she was tasting was her own before something yanked her backwards, a death chill gripping in her bones. A faceless monster was dragging her towards the trees - reflexively, she thrusted her blade in the thing’s head - it shrieked and recoiled and she got back up, focusing on her breathing like Gale had taught her.
“Ignis!” The flaming figure turned to ash, and she ran back to her companions to find the three men caught between two large shadow creatures. She could see Gale struggling to focus, his grip on his spell less assured than usual, and Wyll’s blade not quite as deadly as it ought to be. Shit. She had foolishly assumed that she would’ve been the weaker link, but if neither of her friends had slept or rested last night, they were also bound to make mistakes.
And mistakes would prove deadly.
If only Shadowheart had been with them! She knew how to repel the darkness, she could’ve engulfed them in her radiance, she— wait! Her radiance! Frantically searching in the bag tied to her belt, her fingers closed around a bottle - light, fragile, and perfect to throw: Holy Water. She took one step back and threw the vial, which described a perfect arc in the air before exploding at the feet of Rolan, all shards of glass and radiant water. Enough to momentarily stun the monsters, enough for her to come rushing with her sword and her flaming torch; enough finally add one decisive number to their forces.
In an instant it was over. After all the yelling and clawing, a strange stillness fell over them again.
“Rolan!” She turned towards him, her heart racing. He looked unhurt, at least, he looked-
“Gods damn it! I can do nothing right! Not a damn thing!” His voice broke and Tav stayed back, panting. Her ankle hurt - everything hurt - and she could feel the blood pooling in her mouth. For some reason, that was enough to make her snap, her concerns for his state abruptly overrun.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I was looking for Cal and Lia, what else?” He spat, furious. “Instead I found myself cornered by shadow-fiends and in need of rescue, from you of all bloody people!”
She let out a grunt - what was his fucking problem? Why couldn’t he act like a normal person?
“Oh yeah? Well, sorry that I didn’t leave you to fucking die like an idiot!” She yelled the last word with more venom than intended, but she couldn’t help it. She was so done with his bullshit, with his attitude, with his fucking stubbornness that almost killed them all. “Sorry my friends here risked their lives to save your ass!” She took one step towards him, but felt two warm hands pat her shoulders, gently holding her back.
“What Tav means is that we’re glad you’re safe”, said Wyll, ever gentlemanly.
“And that it’s admirable that you were trying to save your family”, added Gale, very politely.
“He knows what I mean” Tav hissed back, crossing her arms and challenging the tiefling to escalate the argument further. To her surprise he deflated, his arrogance melting like snow in the sun. Laying down his armour, giving up; all things she did not expect him to do.
She tried to repress the involuntary pang of guilt that bloomed in her chest. Fucking wizard.
“I failed them again.” His flaming gaze met her and she was taken aback at the distress that shone in his pretty eyes; at his heartbreak, his mistake. Something equally agonising stirred inside her in response, yearning to sympathise— no. She pushed back all unwanted thoughts, focusing on her frustration instead - the only thing that mattered right now, though it was becoming harder by the minute to stay mad at him.
“What good am I if I can’t do this… this one thing?” Fuck. He looked so utterly sad it made her sick. “I’ll return to Last Light… I know when I’m outmatched.”
“Wait. Gale will accompany you,” she blurted out.
“I don’t need an escort, I think I can at least walk back on my own.”
She huffed at his nerve to look outraged at the suggestion. Of course he would. Of - fucking - course. She pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling slowly.
“If I save Cal and Lia and you’re dead outside the Inn because something attacked you…” Her sentence faded in silence, leaving it up to his imagination to fill in the blanks of her threat. She half expected him to agree with her, but he gave a dark chuckle instead.
“You still don’t get it, do you? Their safety is all that matters.”
For a moment they glared at each other - bloodied, bruised, pained ; a quiet assessment of their remaining strength; a test, a dare. And there she saw it - under the moonless sky, lost in a horrific wasteland: the look on his handsome face that told her all she needed to know. All the unspoken words that echoed louder in the silence: I don’t care if I die, but they must survive.
She could have slapped him. She could have kissed him.
Or maybe it was just her own bitterness wishing it had been about her instead.
“Fine. As you wish,” she relented, too tired to fight him. She did get it, though - she got it so much it tore holes in her heart. The only way to move on was to not dwell on it: not now, and hopefully not even later; not even if it made her mean, not even if that quiet resentment gripped her bones and poisoned her mind. “At least take this.” She handed him her torch, somehow intact despite the fight, and a healing potion. He stared at her blankly, a rejection already forming behind his dark eyes.
“Take it Rolan,” she ordered before he could speak, her tone cold and commanding. Her patience with him was running thin: she would suffer no refusal.
Hesitantly, he grabbed the potion and the torch; his fingers grazed hers, and in his ghost touch she felt his warmth. He nodded curtly then, and without uttering another word, started walking away.
No one spoke until he was out of sight, until she was sure she didn’t hear any sounds of combat.
“What now?”
“Well,” she said. She could discern the ominous towers of the fortress in the distance, their malicious aura pulling at her curiosity. “Since we’re here, we might as well take a look.”
— Read the rest on AO3 :)
(c) divider by saradika
#rolan x tav#holy rolan empire#rolan nation#series:forbidden fire#fic:wild winds#fic:through shadows#tag:writing#baldur's gate 3#bg3 rolan
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Rolan + Text Posts (1/?)
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Best snarky magic man, I wanted to make
a sense of crackling energy in the air⚡️
#he looks so at peaceeee#it's what he deserves#rolan#holy rolan empire#rolan nation#tag:fanart#baldur's gate 3
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Through Shadows To The Edge Of Night
Part 2 of my Rolan x Tav slow-burn series is hereeee! Through Shadows To The Edge of Night takes us to the Last Light Inn, where Tav meets Rolan again and... well, things are not exactly playing out the way she thought it would.
I also wanted to say that I was blown away by all the positive feedback I received on the "Wild Winds" chapters, the kudos and the comments! It was very encouraging, the Holy Rolan Empire really is the best <3
I hope that you will like what's coming as well 🧡 As usual, little sneak peek under the cut. The next chapter will be uploaded next Monday most likely!
Read on AO3
Read Part 1: Wild Winds Are Death To The Candle (2/2)
Tav and her companions have finally reached Last Light Inn hoping for safe haven, but all she finds there are a grieving drunk Tiefling and the overwhelming urge to make things right.
(or, Tav understands that her actions have consequences and Rolan finds that truly hating someone is not as simple as it sounds.)
“Rolan?”
He turned around in one swift movement, and she was taken aback by the look in his flaming eyes. Vicious.
“Oh, it’s you,” he snarled. “I’d recognise that self-righteous tone anywhere.” She recoiled as if he had hit her but he ignored her, instead going back to his drink, shoulders slumped and words slurred. “If you’re here to save the day again, you’re a little late this time.”
The knots in her stomach twisted into something uglier, hurtful, and she felt an overwhelming wave of panic wash over her. Something was terribly, terribly wrong.
“Rolan what’s wrong? Can I help?”
If looks could kill, she would’ve been dead on the spot. Rage flamed in his eyes and she took a step back as he addressed her, his voice dripping with anger, his words too loud in the silence of the inn - I’m only here because you “helped” me and my family. Her head was pounding, her heart racing, but he would not relent. His blame felt like an acidic burn, corroding her skin, rotting her bones. You had other ideas. Cal and Lia were taken in by your crap. Her fault - a ruthless accusation, again and again. He leaned closer to her. The alcohol on his breath was strong, and worrying dark circles were blooming under his eyes.
"You convinced them to play hero and now they’re gone! If you hadn’t filled their head with all that self-righteous crap at the Grove, none of this would have happened!” His voice cracked under the weight of his grief and she brought a trembling hand to her mouth, fighting the nausea. Shit. Shit. She hadn’t meant to- she never wanted… All words and excuses flashed through her head, but he didn’t stop, and she didn’t speak.
“You know what the worst part is? They liked you. They looked up to you. And look at where it got them! They’re dead for all I know, they’re dead and I… and you…” She clumsily attempted to put her hand on his shoulder, but he slapped her away ferociously, sharp teeth bared like an animal cornered. “Don’t,” he growled.
She hadn’t cried since the day of the nautiloid crash, a million years ago, but she very well felt like the tears would just burst out of her now, filling her lungs, drowning her to death. She could barely breathe - yet she forced the words out, to say something, anything, because she couldn’t bear the way he was looking at her.
“Rolan I’m so sorry, I didn’t know - I’ll get them back, I prom…”
“No! They are my responsibility!” he roared, the grip on his tankard tightening so much he spilled his wine on his pristine robes. “Enough of your excuses and brilliant plans. You go save the world, or your own arse, or whatever it is you do - just get out of my sight. I’ll fix this.”
He turned around, his back resolutely facing her while she stood there, helpless, on the verge of throwing up or crying - or both. Fuck. Her head spun and she started walking aimlessly until her legs gave out, finally crumbling on the floor outside the Inn. Luckily there was no one around, and she crawled into a corner, limbs trembling while the tides of panic washed over her senses.
Rolan was right.
She hadn’t meant to create this mess. None of this was supposed to happen. No one was supposed to have been inspired by her - not for this, at least.
In her head, she pictured Cal and Lia’s lifeless bodies, half buried in the ground like the other tieflings, mangled, mutilated, their last dying thought being that they could be brave like her, not knowing that it was all an act, of which she just claimed the credit.
(...)
— Read the rest on AO3 :)
(c) divider by saradika
#rolan x tav#holy rolan empire#rolan nation#series:forbidden fire#fic:wild winds#fic:through shadows#tag:writing#baldur's gate 3#bg3 rolan
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Still on the River run... and i just can't resist Rolan. Fucking tiefling wizard I want him in ways that are concerning.
#my brain is melting#hang it in the louvre#rolan x tav#holy rolan empire#rolan nation#tag:fanart#baldur's gate 3
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Reblog to put one of these in your mutuals’ pocket when they’re not looking
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#incredible fucking art piece#gives me sinbad vibes and i'm here for it#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#tag:fanart#baldur's gate 3
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can you imagine how wild the whole of gale and tav's romance is from gale's perspective?
you keep secrets. shameful, terrible secrets. youre dying. every step is just a little bit harder than the last. youre a disgrace. if people didnt look at you with disdain, they were looking at you with pity. and youve got nobody to blame but yourself.
every moment, youre expecting the other shoe to drop, for tav to finally say enough -- you wouldn't hold it against them, youre more trouble than youre worth -- but then...?
it doesnt matter what it is. magical item consumption with no reason given. an awkward exit from an imagined kiss shared in the cradle of your ex's palm. revealing you could kill yourself, them, and everybody in a city-wide radius. defending you against one of your most powerful colleagues because he came baring mystra's will. dissauding you at every turn, to stay alive, to ignore a goddess's orders, because they think youre worth the space you take up. loving you ardently, hastily, easily, as though you have anything to offer them back. staying with you as you oscillate between self-destruction and ascension. never once stepping away from your side, even as the stabilised orb burns in your chest, begging to be used, and the crown, almost within reach, taunts you with your wildest dreams.
and that's just it, isnt it? you have the chance to give tav everything they could ever want at last, after so long of being a burden, and they tell you no. they tell you no. i want you.
you, the burden? you, the disgrace?
yes, you.
gale falling in love with tav wasn't like how the great novels describe. there wasnt any one moment that led to a grand realisation. there were no great leaps of faith toward each other.
falling in love with tav was like a warm candlelight and an even warmer hand in an endless void of black.
falling in love with tav was a gentle tug, a smile, and a 'this way.'
how could he not follow?
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Extended Rolan as Mr Knightley gif. ❤️
Learnt a lot about rotoscoping from this fun project. Definitely interested in suggestions for great scenes to animate with Rolan in the replies!
#this is so good i'm watching the loop on a loop#rolan nation#holy rolan empire#tag:fanart#baldur's gate 3
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