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Introducing: an art study and guide for how to draw Rolan from Baldur’s Gate 3, based on my own personal style!

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giving karlach a milf for pride month

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where it's at!!

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Tiefling rut is not my usual headcanon, but sometimes the idea of Rolan being submissive in rut strikes me and... unfff. Even more submissive than usual, in fact. All brattiness gone, so driven to earn his own relief that he’d do almost anything his partner asked.

Warnings: rut, biting, choking, sub!Rolan. More of this to come, but it’s been in my drafts so long I just wanted to get the first part out there!

You’re almost in awe of how beautiful, how pure his submission is, his tears and his drool and his wild, pleading eyes.

Last night, Rolan went to bed complaining of feeling unwell; not that it was any earlier than usual, because he’s always so damned stubborn about finishing his work, even when he’s ill. You stroked his hair and told him off gently for it, knowing full well that he’ll do it again next time too. He snorted in agreement, despite himself. Most likely. But why must I surrender to a blasted cold? The Tower won’t study itself.

So this morning, you expected to wake up to him coughing perhaps; or complaining of a temperature and a headache. But you awake to him a very different kind of feverish.

Squirming in the bed beside you, he writhes like a man possessed, sweat pouring down his forehead.

‘Rolan, are you alright?’

His eyes snap open, and he shoves you away.

‘Hells— don’t—’

‘What’s wrong?’ you ask, pushing back against him, pressing a hand to his forehead. No fear of disease would stop you helping him when he’s ill like this— whatever’s wrong, you would move the Sword Mountains themselves to fix. He is your Rolan, after all.

He whimpers, grasping your wrist, and as he rolls over into you, you feel it pressing against your thigh. His cock is angry. Hot and hard and throbbing, glowing like forge iron against your skin. Even when you’ve teased him until he’s sobbing, he’s never been this hard.

‘I should have told you,’ he gasps. ‘I’m sorry— I did not think it would happen— wretched Hells, I can’t—’

‘Rolan,’ you murmur softly. ‘Whatever it is. You can tell me.�� You press your thigh, very gently against his cock and he gasps. ‘Is it—’

He nods, eyes shining, conflict painted in flickering expressions on his face. At last, ashamed, he chokes the words out.

‘I am… in rut.’ Rolan grimaces, grabbing at his own wrist with his claws.

You gently prise his hands apart, holding them fast. So tight you’d worry about hurting him, but it seems to soothe instead.

‘It’s alright,’ you murmur. ‘Let me help you.’

‘No!’ he gasps, turning his head from you. ‘I don’t want to make love to you like that. I don’t want to use you. I feel… out of control. Wretched Gods,’ he sobs, and you let his hands free. ‘I am disgusting.’

Fuck. The words are like a knife through your soul. ‘You’re not disgusting.'

He only winces, his dark eyelashes blurring together with tears. The lines beside his eyes crease deeper, his lips arching higher— but he can’t stop another tear from sliding down his cheek, and you move to intercept it.

‘Please,’ you murmur, brushing it away. Rolan stares ahead, pretending not to feel it, but his sharp tooth eases a little where it digs into his lip. ‘I’ll admit, I don’t understand what makes this so different from any other time we have sex.’

‘There is…a knot, at the base, that locks the two together. Tiefling anatomy is complementary. You… would almost certainly find it uncomfortable.’

‘I like being full, Rolan. And even if I can’t fit it, I can help in other ways.’

‘You don’t understand,’ he chokes out bitterly. ‘It is more than filling, it is huge. And… rut requires more stimulation than normal, especially when— nngghh— I have come— too many times already—’

Squirming punctuates his words, his voice growing breathy. The situation is serious, you understand that, and you’re trying to stay focused but - it’s unbearably obvious that he’s aroused, more so by the second, and your cunt is growing hot and swollen in reply, demanding that you stop thinking and just take him.

‘What are you thinking?’ Rolan gasps suddenly, and you realise you’re half-growling, half-sneering with lust, your lips curled back at the sight of the desperate man beside you. Beneath you, you want him beneath you— fuck—

Wiping your mouth, you reluctantly pull yourself together. 

‘Sorry,’ you groan. ‘Fuck— do you smell different? In rut?’ You can’t be sure, but there’s just something slightly muskier about his scent. Maybe it’s just the sweat— he’s usually so scrupulously clean—

‘Yes— but—’

‘But?’

Your nose is buried in his neck, lightning bolts of need flashing through you with every gasp of him. Musk so heady your mouth runs with drool, and some of it spills as you pant beside his neck, dripping onto his skin. He whimpers, arching back, panting—

‘I’ve never heard of a human smelling it. In tieflings it— increases the intensity of— a partner’s— arousal— Zurgan!’

‘Sorry,’ you gasp, pulling back from his neck. You had only meant to bite him a little— less harshly, even, than you usually do— but something inside you snapped and now teeth marks dent his skin, deep and flushed around the edges. Insane; his scent is driving you insane.

‘Do it again,’ Rolan pleads. ‘Take me… as your mate…’

‘Your mate?’

‘Yes!’

‘You want me to fuck you? Even though—?’

‘Yes!’ he sobs. ‘Please. I don’t care anymore just— just—’

‘If I fuck you like this, I’m going to be as mean as I always am. I’m going to bite you and choke you and fuck your hole when I’m finished with your cock, and you’re going to come for me, do you understand?’

‘Of course,’ he whimpers. ‘I will be your mate. Do anything to me— I am yours—’

‘How long does this last?’ you groan, summoning the last vestiges of your sense, your hand already closing around his neck.

‘Three days at least, or— until I have nothing left—’

‘And how many times have you come already?’

‘None!’ he whispers, his eyes streaming with tears. You’re astride him, rutting on his cock, and you can tell it’s taking every inch of his resolve not to desperately buck up into you.

‘One last question, before I take you. Have you ever been fucked in rut before? Have you ever had a mate before?’

‘No!’ Rolan groans. ‘No— I have never—’

‘Good,’ you interrupt. Reaching down, you press the head of his cock to your soaked cunt, your hand tightening around his throat— and then you lean close, growling in his ear as you take him. ‘Because you’re mine.’

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I like thinking how casual is Dark Urge about his name

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The way I knew on instinct that the fucking VENT was gonna be a tumblr sexy man. 😭😭 we are too predictable over here.

i saw some point out that in order to reach the vents in the bathrooms you would have to stand on the toilet

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*looks at books* too tired for you *looks at films* too tired for you *looks at art supplies* too tired for you *eyes fall on tumblr* oho ho

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Im tired of coloring and shading so this WIP stays in grayscale hell

Also yes I’m a Karlach x Minthara enjoyer (I’m a multishipper)

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I’d make a playlist for Thunderflay, but it would literally just be Hozier

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GALE DEKARIOS — [ 5/? ]

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Your tentacles are looking wonderfully moist this evening

I’m so done with Gale. He’s ridiculous.

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My most honest reaction is after we save Omeluum.

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Last Six Lines ✍️

Thank you for the tag @commander-krios and @dutifullylazybread!

Of course—it is Thunderflay. 🦑

Had anyone ever loved her like that? She supposed they must have, once. Her companions had surely loved her, back when she was human. But in the small space between her transformation and their farewells, she’d felt little more from them than fear. Respect, yes; gratitude and admiration, certainly. But not this. Not love.

Squid girl’s going through it.

Tags for @lemonsrosesandlavender @redroomroaving @ghostcouncil and @graysparrowao3 💕

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Iirc, Gortash really has his cane in one scene only, where he's posing for a portrait and not actually using it, and we apparently collectively looked at that, slapped his ass and said this bad boy can fit so much chronic pain in him

Love that for us, good job chat

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they are literally so cute

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yeah