#grumpy wizard

[falcatas]

[shewolfofvilnius]

yes, please, tumblr, more like this

[ktc-artwork]

If I can't romance the grumpy wizard in game then I'll create my own romance. That's how this works right?

[zanderzargarin]

Happy early birthday Harry Dresden! I finally got around to coloring this in.

[tempestuous-tempest]

Sweet grumpy baby.

[yeetmeoutthewindowdaddy]

The beginning of the end

How I became a Rolan simp.

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Me, during my first play through: "This Rolan guy is a self-serving, pompous, egotistical, pathetic, pig-headed, fool. He better chill the fuck out before he catches these hands."

Me, after finishing the Nightsong quest the first time: "Yeah Rolan, you're damn right you're going to do everything you can to help us after I saved your snarky ass, again."

Me: "Why the fuck do people simp over him?"

Me: **Reads @rolanpilled's Rolan character analysis [alt]**

Me: "Okay, I guess he's kind of cool…and sweet… But I still won't ever simp over him!"

Me, during my 2nd play though: **talks to Rolan after he initially thanks me in the Shadowlands, which I didn't do in my first play through**

Rolan: "I've thanked you once already, don't be greedy."

Me:

Me: "F-fuck."

Me: "W-whatever, asshole. That was kind of hot. NO! No. This is NOT going to awaking something in me!"

Me, a month later— still in denial: "It's not like I actually like him! I just want to put him in his place, sexually."

Me, not even a week later:

Me now:

[foxclere]

I think the last time I've fallen in love with a character like that and wasn't able to let them go (or keep them out of my head for long periods of time even if I tried) was Sailor Uranus all the way back when I was like... 11 or something.

And that never went away.

It just goes to sleep every now and then until I get reminded by a fanart or cosplay or video and all the feels™️ come back.

Rolan, ya better be proud of that.

[eolasesayelan]

Rolan is gently chomping on Rugan, as he should 💕

[crowwolf]

I made a play list for my daughter of music that was popular when I was a bartender (like 30 freaking years ago give or take). This one just came on and ofmg -BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Grumpy Rolan's theme song!

[yourgalgremlin]

Creep hitting on Regulus @ the bar:

GUY: What’s your body count, beautiful?

REG: That depends.

GUY: On what?

REG: Wether you’re asking how many guys I’ve “taken home” or how many I’ve taken out ☠️

REG (whispers): Both are higher than you’d think.

JAMES: …I want him in a way that’s concerning to my life expectancy.

[falcatas]

This is my Tav's love status during Act I and big part of Act II

[shewolfofvilnius]

so i finally made it to the tiefling party in my Tavaria playthrough now that I know Patch 8 didn't brick my save

And honestly Cal's line made me weepy. Rolan and Lia have been fighting since Elturel was dragged into Avernus months ago. Nonstop, at times to the point that Rolan nearly left or Lia nearly told him off for good.

Cal's been the glue holding the three siblings together for months.

Even though he plays it off as a joke, he means it when he says Rolan and Lia aren't getting along, and remember the very first thing we see between the siblings is Lia fighting with Rolan and pleading with him to stay and help protect the Grove. ("What good are blades and spells if you don't bloody use them!?")

But the player did it. Killed the goblins. They're free, they get to go to Baldur's Gate. Someone in this whole terrible nasty universe, be they an old friend (Tavaria) or a complete stranger (most other chars) - someone stuck their neck out for them for the first time in a LONG time.

And Rolan is so fucking happy to get to do the fireworks show for Cal and Lia. The man is positively beaming.

Of course, it's Act 1 Rolan so his speeches before and after are still full of the usual Rolan pretense and bombast. Even when he finally blows the player off (unless u have mods and smooch him), it's because he expects Cal and Lia will want another fireworks show and he's legit thrilled to oblige.

And then there's Lia. Lia is the most underrated NPC in the GAME.

She's the one who first clues you in to the plight of the refugees after Aradin and Zevlor's fight. She's the one who is begging Rolan to stay so they can help. Because they can help. She's the one who, even in the face of a clearly disintegrating relationship with her older brother is BEGGING him to remember his better nature and HELP.

And Lia's been through nightmare after nightmare after nightmare. She's not a prodigy-level wizarding talent like Rolan. She's not the kind of skilled diplomat that could get a Githyanki and a Bugbear to be friends like Cal is (Cal's mediated Lia and Rolan for MONTHS even through Avernus. He can handle anything). She's just a simple ordinary woman from Elturel who still believes in kindness and trying to help people when all hope is lost.

And still believes in the inner good in people. Like Rolan. And like you.

A line that hits WAY harder if you're The Dark Urge. If you've killed a bard. If you already know the Origin's history and truly grasp what a monster you are. If you've heard the constant dialogues and voice blurbs. All you know is carnage. But then here's Lia - the person who has been to hell and back THEN forced out of her home for nothing else than being a tiefling, trying to help everyone she can while keeping one brother's naivete and the other brother's pride/arrogance BOTH in check.

I'm obsessed with this entire family (aided in part by my Durge romancing Rolan and being Lia's childhood BFF). I truly think they're the heart and soul of this game, and I fully, 1000%, consider "Get the Elturian refugees to Baldur's Gate" to be the true plot of this game.

Yes, you're out to save the world, and stop the Absolute cult, and that's important. But so are the individual lives. They matter. People who just want a better life for themselves and you can help them get there.

And sometimes when you're facing down multiple world-ending life-ruining calamities, all you can do is stick together, care for one another, occasionally know when to take the piss out of one another, and just get loved, idiots.

and yes, sometimes it's just fun to smooch the grumpy wizard.

[ktc-artwork]

Aww what's the matter Rolan, you getting saved again??

[crowwolf]

❤️

can't stop thinking about rolan and the family going camping. it's like they've had their first child and after the kid saw a cow and didn't know what it was, tav decided that they had to go out in nature or their kid would become a unbearable city dweller (and also halsin would be so so disappointed).

so they camp by a cute little lake and hour away from the gate. lia's fishing, cal, tav and the kid are picking mushrooms and rolan is brooding because there are no beds!!! they are above this kind of living now!!! who in their right mind would to this for recreation!!!

but then when they settle in the tent for the night, the kid snuggled up between him and tav. the kid tells him all about the mushrooms they've picked and how they saw squirrels!!! and he's like yeah perhaps this was worth it.

perhaps he'll pick a mushroom tomorrow.

[aurynsia]

hey, i really love ur blog and writing so much. can i request number 3 with James Potter from your prompt list? maybe an enemies to lovers, not really enemies but maybe they just get on each other’s nerves every time? I’m sorry I am rambling but I hope I give you the idea cleary.

It’s Tradition

James Potter x Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary: James Potter always finds a way to make your blood boil, but a bit of homework and some magic reveals exactly why…

Prompt: “Who the hell hung mistletoe here!?"

Warnings: Grumpy!Reader x Sunshine!James, enemies to lovers, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.5K

Masterlist

A/N: Thank you!!! I tried to stay true to the request but reader ended up being evidently far more short tempered than James ;-; This is for my Christmas event, which you can participate in here! I hope you like it <3

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James Potter

Noun

Handsome captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, head boy of his house, infamous ladies man, full time flirt, and a total pain in your arse.

This was the boy that stood before you, grinning mischievously as he tilted over your table in the Transfiguration classroom.

“You’re good for a little bird, Ravenclaw, but you can’t beat me,” he remarked through his proud smile, “Minnie told me we tied for top of the class.”

“Bullshit, Potter!” You exclaimed in return, “I worked my ass off in this class while all you do is flirt with our classmates and get in my way.”

James frowned in faux offence, “Oi! I’m not just a pretty face you know.” You frowned back, though your expression was far more genuine than his. “Are too! You’re only tied with me because you charm our professor so much!” You pretended you didn’t just agree that he was a ‘pretty face’, holding your ground with arms crossed and frown immovable.

Soon McGonagall walked in and began the lesson, causing James to reluctantly walk back to his own desk. James had tormented you for the better part of a year now, rushing to answer questions in class with a cocky smirk and waving his high marks in your face, charming everyone around you while doing so.

At first he was sour towards you, turning his nose up at your clear intelligence and quick wit. But in more recent classes he began approaching you with a more teasing tactic, pushing your buttons directly in a way that felt almost flirtatious…if you squint.

“For the last week before winter break, you will be mastering the art of conjuration,” Professor McGonagall began, ”You will present an item to me by the end of the week - that you have conjured - and complete this task in pairs, which I shall assign. Now, seeing as we have a tie for first place, I believe this is the perfect opportunity to dismiss the lingering…tensions between our two brightest students.”

Oh, Merlin, no…you thought as your teacher continued, glancing over at James with a wince. “So, the first pair will be Potter and-“

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“Oh, sod off!”

“Godric, love, don’t get your panties in a twist!” James laughed as he stood by your table once again, watching you defeatedly pack your bag after class. “Knowing us, we’ll have that assignment finished in only a few hours.”

“It’s not the assignment I’m worried about, Potter,” you grumbled, refusing to meet his gaze. “Listen, gorgeous-“

“Don’t call me that.”

James took a step back. “Listen…all I’m trying to say is you won’t have to deal with me for long. I’ll be out of your hair before you know it,” he explained as you stood to leave.

“Just- come to Gryffindor tonight after dinner. We can get it done as soon as possible,” he spoke softly, appearing almost nervous as he pleaded with his puppy brown eyes.

“Fine,” you nodded, awkwardly shifting your feet as you faced him in the now empty classroom. “Brilliant! I’ll see you tonight,” he grinned, winking at you before leaving for his next class.

The day faded into night in the blink of an eye, hurdling you further towards your study date with James. You spent dinner groaning to your friends about how annoying the Gryffindor was, while James had an immovable grin plastered on his face.

“You know she’s required to spend time with you, right? It’s not like this is a date,” Remus said, raising a brow at James with eyes squinted in suspicion. “But that’s what’s so great about it, she’s forced to be in close proximity to me! I can work my magic, and by the end of the night she won’t hate me anymore!” James responded, eyes darting between the judging glares of Remus and Sirius across from him.

“Since when did you want to win her over? I thought you hated her back,” Sirius asked, mouth twisted in confusion and shock. “Well, I did…” James trailed off, “but I don’t want to end the year on bad terms, you know? She’s like, the one girl who doesn’t want me-“

“And that makes you want her?” Remus asked with a smirk, figuring out James’ motives before he even had a chance to confess. “Well…” James replied, grinning bashfully at his roommates with a slight blush.

“Oh, fuck off! You like her!” Sirius exclaimed a little too loudly, causing James’ eyes to widen and glance over to your position at the Ravenclaw table. You were still enthralled in your elaborate explanation of how James Potter was the worst person to ever live, unaware of the commotion from the Marauders.

“I- whatever…point is, I can finally make peace,” James whispered to his friends as if planning another prank on an unsuspecting Slytherin. “Just wait and see.”

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“What’s your favourite colour?”

This was the seventh question James had asked you in the first hour of your study session.

He was leaning towards you on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, peering over your notes and occasionally giving you surprisingly helpful advice on the task, though mostly just bombarding you with childish conversation and teasing remarks.

“James…” you sighed, and he perked up at the sound of his first name coming out of your otherwise unwelcoming mouth. “Why do you care?” You questioned, a tinge of vulnerability lacing your words.

“Dunno, just asking,” James trailed off, looking for a way to avoid your interrogation. “You look cute when you’re frustrated,” he suddenly said, grinning at your furrowed brows.

“Merlin, James, would you stop that? I thought you couldn’t get anymore infuriating, constantly showing off in class just for praise- but this is even worse!” You exclaimed, standing up and brushing off your uniform.

“Just because you’re so popular doesn’t mean you can tease me like that- just because you think less of me. I have a good reputation too, you know?”

James was following your movements now, slowly standing from the couch as you paced the common room. “I mean, I get great grades, I’m head girl of Ravenclaw, and I don’t think I’m exactly ugly either! So why, in Godric’s name, do you feel the need to condescend me like this?”

You were puffing, attempting to regain the breath you just lost in your fury. You stared expectantly at James, who now stood opposite you at the base of the stairs, biting his lip as he thought of what to do.

His eyes darted around the room, seemingly searching for an answer, before focusing on something directly above you. You slowly raised your gaze to find what he seemed so fixed on, before you gasped at the sight.

Above your head hung a precious bunch of mistletoe, tied with ribbon and enchanted with dancing light that swirled around it in magical circles. Your eyes widened, bringing your gaze back to the boy in front of you, who was already staring in return.

Come on Potter, James thought, kiss her now. If you can’t tell her how you feel, then just bloody show her.

You groaned to break the awkward silence, rolling your eyes. “Who the hell hung mistletoe here!?" You began, “I swear, you Gryffindors-“

James’ lips captured yours in an instant, muffling your next words as he hovered his hands over your waist and screwed his eyes shut in relief. You stood wide eyed and confused, tensing under the ghost of his touch and causing him to pull away.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t- it’s just…it’s tradition-“ James panted for breath in front of you, staring at you with a mix of guilt and infatuation.

You softened under his gaze, stepping forward to press your lips to his in return. He sighed at the contact, finally wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning into the kiss. You gently traced your fingers through his curls, tilting your head to deepen the sweet moment.

When your lips finally parted, James looked like a pathetic mess. His glasses were askew, hair tousled and cheeks flushed, gazing at you with lidded eyes and parted lips. “Godric, I fancy you,” he breathed, “too much for my own good…”

You stared at him intently, examining his eyes for any sign that this might be yet another prank. When you found nothing but genuine adoration in his gaze, you smiled softly back at him. “I suppose I fancy you too, James.”

“Moony! Come out here, quick!” A voice called from the top of the stairs, causing you to look up at an excited Sirius Black in shock.

“What? Why- Oh, Gods!” Remus exclaimed, staring at your figure caught in his roommate’s embrace, James’ hands still around your waist and chest pressed close to yours.

Sirius glanced up, noticing the mistletoe teasingly hanging from the ceiling. He slowly looked back down, smirking at the two of you once again.

“Your conjuration is getting better, Prongsie,” he remarked. James looked back at you with a guilty smile, causing you to gasp.

“POTTER!”

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