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whirlinginroses.bsky.social
#BG3FirstsWeek Conflict 🤬

“I don’t need my big paladin mother swooping in and saving me, I told you, I’m fine.”

14-year-old Ellie argues w/ her mother when she tries to go out late at night. Another dialogue heavy one about family dynamics / parenting.

#RoseWrites #HammerweaveFamily #BG3Fic #BG3
November 11, 2025 at 2:49 PM
whirlinginroses.bsky.social
#BG3FirstsWeek First Kiss 💋

“Young Arabella frequented taverns, made silly bets, kissed strangers…”

One night in camp, Arabella reflects on her first kiss and Gale learns a *little* bit about her past. I love writing their early days. 😭

#RoseWrites #Arabella 🔨 #GaleDekarios #Hammerweave #BG3Fic
November 10, 2025 at 5:52 PM
rdekarios.bsky.social
Another last minute #bg3firstsweek entry!

Seraphina's very first physical battle is the imp fight with Lae'zel on the Nautiloid.

And no... I'm afraid the poor girl does not achieve a "you prove surprisingly adequate in battle" assessment from Lae'zel 😂

#bg3tav #bg3fanfic #bg3 #baldursgate3
November 12, 2025 at 12:05 AM
redroomroaving.bsky.social
For day one of @whirlinginroses.bsky.social 's #BG3FirstsWeek

Augustine and Dolly's first kiss.
🌹🦋✨
#augustinetet #dollybard #myocs #bg3events
November 10, 2025 at 6:51 PM
gemma-babbler.com
#BG3FirstsWeek

Here's Halsin and Cella's first kiss!

The full piece can be read here. There's a chapter before it, Too Many Beds, but both are fine on their own. It's pretty stand alone episodic, the Halsin and Cella stuff, but nice altogether as well.

gemma-babbler.com/2024/12/11/h...
"You don't have to do all of this," she told him. He smiled patiently as he shook his head. "As you've said, a lot. I will keep doing it though. It's what you need." "I don't need anything." "Ah, my dear heart. You do. Moreover, you deserve it. And we will spoil our friends too when they return but maybe not quite so... intimately," he noted with a chuckle. She let him go enough that she could stand on tip toe as his hands found her elbows. He helped lift her just enough that she could kiss his cheek. His smile softened as he looked down at her, and, with the shyness of a boy faced with his first love, he pressed a light kiss to her lips. It was brief, a query as much as a statement. When he found himself answered with a smile his heart surged and he bent to kiss her again, far more thoroughly before he swept her into his arms. "Come my life, let's eat before this gets cold."
November 10, 2025 at 9:48 PM
itsnad.bsky.social
Sharing #Raestarion 's first genuine kiss for #BG3FirstsWeek 's first day since it's a scene and a piece of writing that brings me a lot of comfort.

(The kiss continues for longer, but I especially adore these first paragraphs.)
November 10, 2025 at 7:53 PM
helynedekarios.bsky.social
I'm late for the first day, but I wrote a little Rolan x Anna for #BG3firstsweek Day 1: First Kiss

Full ficlet can be found here:

archiveofourown.org/works/74070271

VP by @bl00dless.bsky.social

#sacredthunder #rolan #lorieanna
November 12, 2025 at 3:25 AM
alderaandor.bsky.social
For Day 1 of #BG3FirstsWeek hosted by @whirlinginroses.bsky.social , here's Rolan's first kiss, an excerpt from "Magic Comes from Pain" Ch. 5. This is an older piece and was actually my first time ever writing characters kissing lol.

#bg3fic #rolan

archiveofourown.org/works/511202...
Lia rolls her eyes melodramatically. “Ugh, gods, Rolan, you’re such a priss sometimes. I’m just daring you to give one person a little peck on the lips, not take them home and ravish them. I was even going to be helpful and point you in the direction of someone who I think would be very willing to kiss you, but since you’re being such a big baby about it you might as well just forfeit and buy me another round. Barkeep! ” Rolan covers her mouth with his hand to keep her from ordering anything else. “What do you mean, you think there’s someone who’d be willing to—you weren’t going to send me over to a prostitute, were you?” Lia huffs in outrage and starts to argue, her voice muffled by his hand. “MMphh MMMPH mphf!” Rolan uncovers her mouth. “They’re not a prostitute, you moron, there’s a cleric over there that’s been eyeing you ALL NIGHT, and I just thought I’d help move things along for you by daring you to kiss them because otherwise you’re going to be rotting alone until you’re a sad, shriveled old man, but if you want to be a miserable wrinkly hermit for the rest of your life then be my gues–MFPPH!!!” He silences her again, suddenly terror-stricken that whoever she’s talking about (in addition to everyone else in the tavern) has heard her. Trying to maintain as much of his dignity and calm as possible, Rolan casually leans back on his stool, glancing sideways in the direction Lia had been gesticulating towards, and— Zurgan, they’re looking right at him. He snaps his eyes forward, hoping they didn’t spot him sneaking a glance. From the brief glimpse of them Rolan was able to catch, they at least do seem to be an actual cleric and not a prostitute (he wouldn’t have put it past Lia to lie about that as a prank). They also are…fairly attractive? In the split second before he looked away, he was able to make out a head of reddish-brown ringlets, green eyes, and a mouth quirked up in an inviting smile. An invitation…to me? A fluttery feeling floats up his tail and sp… “Would you please hush,” Rolan snaps irritably. Half of him wonders exactly how his sister is so knowledgeable about things like come hither eyes when he’s the one who’s supposed to be older and more worldly. The other half of him has begun to think that the prospect of kissing the pretty cleric isn’t entirely appalling. It’s irksome to admit, but Lia’s right—he’s never kissed anyone, or for that matter, had so much as a crush. The years he’s given to the single-minded pursuit of his dream haven’t left him much time for romantic entanglements (or even just friendships). Although there have been a few times when a girl with fetching dimples or a boy with a charming laugh turned his head, he’s never given much thought to being with anyone, even just for a moment of pleasure. If the person across the room is really interested in him—and Rolan thinks they might be—what’s the harm in a little kiss? Before his brain has a chance to reconsider this, Rolan knocks back a large gulp of wine for courage and forces his feet to carry him to where the cleric is sitting (Lia mock-whispers “you’ve got this Rolan!” as he stands up). Up close, Rolan can see they’re not just fairly attractive , but legitimately stunning. Their russet curls accentuate the soft brown of their skin and frame a sharp, clever face; their eyes are the greenest he’s ever seen, a deep color that reminds him of uncut emeralds. They grin up at Rolan as he draws nearer and he thinks he might dissolve into the floor. This was a horrible idea I’m going to murder Lia I cannot do this. “Want to sit down?” the cleric offers, affably scooting over on their bench to make room for him. Rolan stiffly obliges, willing every muscle in his body to be as still as possible and not betray the fact that his heart seems to have relocated itself to somewhere in his throat. “I’m Kells, cleric of Tymora, at your service.” He nervously shakes Kells’ proffered hand. “I’m…Rolan. Wizard.” Oh how eloquent, Rolan, you’ve certainly sh… “Well Rolan, Wizard, do you live here?” For a split second of inane stupidity, Rolan thinks they’re asking if he lives in the tavern , but fortunately catches himself in time. “Yes. I do. I mean. I’m from Elturel, yes.” What else should he say? “And…you?” “Nope! I’m from Baldur’s Gate. I’m on a pilgrimage to see the Companion and your shrine to Tymora.” Rolan cycles through what he knows about Tymora for a possible topic of conversation. “You must be very…lucky.” He instantly cringes at his banality. I probably sound like a halfwit. Kells laughs, but it’s not a mocking or disbelieving snicker; it sounds like the bright tinkle of bells on a crisp winter’s morning, and Rolan’s stomach does a backflip. “You could say that! Though I think my luck’s gotten even better since someone handsome like you decided to come sit with me. I’ve been trying to get your attention for hours.” There is far too much shocking information in this sentence for Rolan to process. Handsome? Who, him ? They’ve been trying to get his attention? Has Lia put Kells up to this? He scowls over at his sister, who just flashes him two thumbs up in response. “I…see.” “Also, I couldn’t help but overhear what you and your sister were talking about.” Rolan’s heart sinks. This will be when Kells tells him to shove off—or worse, says something like ‘I’m flattered but not interested.’ “I don't mind helping you win your dare." That’s…not the answer he was expecting. "You really don't need to. Lia's just drunk, I wouldn't take her to heart." "No no, I think she's sweet! You can tell how much she cares about you, to try and set you up with me. And it's not like I won't benefit from this little…exchange." Kells saucily raises an eyebrow and smirks. "I'm not going to pay you to kiss me if that's what you're asking!" The humiliating indignity of this entire exchange is straining Rolan's tolerance. Kells bursts into laughter. "What?! Oh gods , no, that's not what I meant at all! I just meant that it’d be a sort of…mutually agreeable thing for both of us: you’d beat your sister’s dare and get to have your first kiss, and I’d get to kiss the prettiest tiefling here.” Rolan’s face burns up so much he could swear he’s on fire. “I-– It’s not my first kiss!” Kells raises an eyebrow. “I mean—I’ve kissed many people before, just not strangers in taverns, I’m not that kind of person!” He’s sure they’re going to call him out on his obvious lie, but instead Kels just smiles kindly at him and laces their fingers with his. Their hand is warm and soft and fits perfectly locked with his own. “Well, then that makes this easier, doesn’t it? Since I’m just a stranger in a tavern there’s no pressure to make it perfect. If it’s bad kiss it doesn’t matter, because after tonight we’ll never see each other again. And if it’s a good kiss, well,” they lower their voice in a way that makes Rolan shiver, “it’ll be a good memory for both of us.” Try as he might, Rolan can’t find any flaw in this logic. He’s weary of trying to persuade himself that he doesn’t want this, that he’s not curious to find out what Kells’ lips would feel like pressed against his. There’s no expectation on him to make this storybook-perfect; the only thing he has to do is lean in and close the space between them. So he does. Unfortunately Rolan’s eagerness has completely ruined his depth perception. His horns smack straight into Kells’ forehead before their lips can even get close enough to touch; they flinches in pain. Rolan immediately draws back, apologies spilling out of his mouth like water. “Zurgan, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, are you hurt? I’m sorry, let’s just forget about this and—”
November 10, 2025 at 8:17 PM
whirlinginroses.bsky.social
Day one of #BG3FirstsWeek is here!

Today I am inviting folks to write about a character’s first kiss or first time having sex. Even a few lines is encouraged, I’d love to see your work ❤️

#BG3Fic #BG3Events
whirlinginroses.bsky.social Rose 🌹✍🏻 @whirlinginroses.bsky.social · Sep 27
Introducing #BG3FirstsWeek, a writing focused prompt challenge! 📝

Are you scared of sharing your writing? Your favourite characters were scared once too.

Between November 10 - 16, I'm encouraging people to share a short piece of writing even if they've never shared before!

#BG3Events #BG3
November 10, 2025 at 9:36 AM
therealshanbear.bsky.social
#bg3firstsweek #trsbwriting 2: Conflict -1200w

Act 3. Halla, Gilnor and Astarion are now a vee. Lying in bed one morning, Astarion makes a poor joke about getting to cuddle Gilnor, with explosive consequences...

But this is also the first time Gilnor admits he might have more-than-friends feelings
November 11, 2025 at 2:49 PM
flowersinbloom.bsky.social
For day one of @whirlinginroses.bsky.social's #BG3FirstsWeek: first kiss.

Well, the first kiss that mattered, anyway: in which the Emperor teaches Moss how to psionically infuse feelings and memories into touches, since, well, they don't exactly have lips anymore. 🦑💕🦑

From: ao3.org/works/504037...
You reach up and pull him into a hug. It's awkward, trying to hold him close to your chest when he's so much bigger than you, but he returns the hug and squeezes reassurance into you and... Affection swells from your heart to his and back again, creating a feedback loop of pure warmth, a blissful harmony of understanding, of perfectly reciprocated - acceptance, and you let out a relieved sigh. It's okay. You're okay. You're not too much. His tendrils trail up your arms and shoulders, their touches light and feathery, like - like little kisses. It's so nice. You take the nearest tentacle and cradle it with one of your own, and the friction of twining them together is pleasant, but it's not the same. You long ago told the Emperor that the only thing you'd miss after transforming would be being able to kiss him, and it's not fair that - Another tendril presses against your cheek, leaving the very distinct impression of a kiss. Oh, he's listening to you-! You snap your eyes open and you stare him down. <How are you doing that!?> His chest rumbles against yours. He's laughing, the - the smug show-off! <Don't laugh!> You mentally pout. <Teach me!!> <So needy... Very well,> he hums, untangles himself from you, and sits back up. <Remember your actions from when we communed,> he says, bringing up your memories of physically handling emotional manifestations in your shared mindspace. <It is easier to perform such tricks in our thoughts, but the method to doing so here is the same. Your mind is present throughout your body entire now - channel what you recall of the desired sensation into - No,> he pushes away your one outstretching tendril. <Hands are a better starting point.> Ah, fine, if he says so. You sit back up, too, and focus on your hands. Kisses... Did you ever have a good kiss in your old life? You never had much interest in the physical aspect of relationships until... well, this one. You can think of some wonderful hugs you've had, but that's not what you wa… He lets you sense your touches through him to better understand what you're doing and it's - jarring, feeling the impression of your hand as if it's on your own shoulder, and worse yet, it's sloppy. You try to think of the warm feelings of your dinner with Gale, of the delicious soups and wines you shared, but your hand echoes like a heating pad, not an embrace. You try to think of - the way Karlach would always swing her arm around your shoulders, blazing and reassuring after every battle, but your hand summons the blazing part, not the reassuring part. You grumble, and useless purple sparks fly from your claws. Does your brain think you're trying to cast a fireball? Oof, that would be embarrassing. But why isn't it working? Why are you like this!? <I'm a failure,> you groan - <Oh, don't be dramatic. It's nothing so disastrous,> the Emperor says, waving away your cascade of thoughts. <You seem to understand the technique well enough. I believe you are simply too distracted by the temperature. Try to focus less on the physical aspects of what you're conjuring. Project the emotional. What do you want me to feel?> <Happy.> The word tumbles out of you. It should've been obvious - <And what makes you happy?> Oh, so many things. Cuddling with Us and the cats. Taking care of the plants around the tavern. Hearing Alfira practice her lute in the evenings. You reach out again, thinking actual happy thoughts this time. Fresh sprouting buds, comfortable bubble baths, the wind at your back, the way you felt when you finally told him that you love him, the joy, the joy, the joy -- Your hand glows, and you press it over his heart. And he - makes a sound, not from his mind or his mouth, but from his chest. Soft and chirpy, but it's not a laugh. You've heard it once before, you think. But you weren't entirely there back then, were you? You inch closer to hear it better, but it starts to fade, and you reach up to project once more, but you're too distracted now, your palm glows… BG3 screenshot of the Emperor and an illithid Tav hugging, the Tav gently cradling the Emperor's face with their hand.
November 10, 2025 at 7:16 PM
enjoythepizza.bsky.social
My first entry for #BG3Firstsweek, Kestrel's first time.

archiveofourown.org/works/73996861

#bg3 #bg3nsfw #bg3tav
Kestrel's back arches. Gods, why hasn't the done this before? Of course the answer is clear. She's been too focused on studies to bother with distractions. But as her robe falls open, she sighs. Her stomach clenches and flutters. Alira can't know Kestrel has yet to take a partner in bed. That she would be the first. Alira's fingertips skate down Kestrel's bare chest, and the room suddenly feels hotter. Should Kestrel tell her? But then Alira might stop, and that's the last thing Kestrel wants. The woman straddles her on the sofa now, running a thumb across Kestrel's lower lip. Giving in to impulse, she bites the finger lightly, and the elf smiles.
November 10, 2025 at 6:31 PM
sasha-arilda.bsky.social
For day 2 of #BG3FirstsWeek
Arilda's appetite causes yet another camp brawl, but with two women as dominant as Charyl and Lae'zel, perhaps all is not as it seems.

Poor Gale

#BG3Fic #BG3Events
November 11, 2025 at 11:20 AM
spawnresponse.bsky.social
#BG3FirstsWeek I don't share a lot of writing so I thought I'd give it a go, neither are explicit I just wanted to write both.

Dirge's First Kiss. (left)
Dirge's First Time Having Sex (right)
November 10, 2025 at 11:21 PM
worfrozhenko.bsky.social
For #BG3FirstsWeek by @whirlinginroses.bsky.social have Gale’s act 2 scene – almost tantric #tavkarios WIP edition 💜

💕 I breathed out, trying to ease the nervous flutters in my stomach.
“Promise to not let go of me?”
Gale shook his head and tightened his grip on my hips.
“Never!” 🌌

#bg3fic #bg3art
Dark graphite pencil sketch/art on rough, off-white paper. It's a work in progress showing Gale Dekarios from BG3 and Tav, naked, kissing and making love on a canopy bed (the canopy is still a very rough, simple sketch.) A thin, shiny blanket lays over the lower part of the bed, partially covering their feet/legs. Tav is a white plus size human with medium length, curly hair down to around their shoulder blades styled into victory rolls. (In-game hairstyle ramhorn cascade) Tav's a chunky person, strong arms and thick thighs and bottom, plush tummy and back rolls as they arch into Gale. They sit upright on a pile of shiny pillows, legs over Gale's thighs. They hold onto Gale by wrapping one arm around his middle/waist. They have their eyes half-open, looking hazily at Gale, full of bliss. Gale's hair is open (in-game hairstyle), with a few loose strands of hair on his forehead, build equally chunky like Tav. Arms, bottom and thighs are strong and thick, tummy plush and he has backrolls where he moves and thrusts into Tav. He kneels between Tav's legs, threading one hand through their hair, thumb resting on the side of their face, the other wrapped tightly around their middle/ upper back, pulling them closer towards him. He has the orb mark on his chest and face and he looks adoringly at Tav with half-hooded eyes, a slight smile/smirk in his open mouthed kiss. A few movement markers/lines, some huffed out clouds and hearts by Gale's bottom, Tav's back and between their heads are added for the dynamic and emotionality of the scene. "worfrozhenko@ blusky" is scribbled down next to the couple and eraser marks purple and green text on white ground. Snippet from my fanfiction WIP “You are enough – The ways of mortal love” I began to experimentally move and grind against him, exploring the new sensations that were so much better than anything I had ever achieved with my own fingers and pillows. "Is this okay?" I whispered, breathlessly and nervously excited, holding on to his shoulders. He groaned, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again, nodding while the ever-burning heat in his eyes had become a forest fire that I wanted to dive headfirst in. He nodded at me to go on, smiling ever so softly and warmly and only the tension in his whole body betrayed his ever so patient, ever so selfless encouragement as he cradled my face in his hands, tracing the lines of my jaw and lips with his thumb and the forest fire continued to rage in his eyes... I sighed into him as I found my rhythm against his body as mine was thrumming with electricity that was soft like velvet and spread through my whole body from the deepest core out to the even softer, invisible hairs on my skin that felt as if it was alight with the same colours, the same magic that Gale had conjured to bring the sky back. It was almost a meditation, to finally have him so close, so warm all around me, to let my body move with his hand resting on my hips. He let it follow my body's movements, just connecting, not guiding, not taking over and never once leaving me out of sight, letting me become a being of love and sensuality, nothing else mattered, nothing else existed.. Just him. Just me. Just us. Together. ALT CONTINUED IN COMMENTS
November 10, 2025 at 9:54 PM
thesubscribe.bsky.social
Today's prompt for #BG3FirstsWeek is first physical fight or battle. I'm tweaking it a little. Here's a snippet about the first time Aranel died in battle

#BG3 #BG3Fic
“How old were you, the first time?” Halsin’s voice was blessedly flat. “Six.” The day shone in her memory, clearer than any around it. “I had been at the monastery for just over a year. Children that young were not normally expected to fight so hard, but the extra hours I had every day were already causing me to surpass my companions.” She hesitated, but now that she had begun she needed to tell the rest. “I don’t know how old my opponent was. Fifteen, maybe. He seemed a giant to me at the time, but I’m sure he was no taller than any other human boy his age. He threw me across the room so hard my neck snapped. When I came to, Grandmaster Mei reprimanded me for landing so poorly. I…I didn’t even realize at first what had happened. After everybody else had left, the cleric told me I’d need to make more diamonds. For the next time.”
November 11, 2025 at 4:51 PM
therealshanbear.bsky.social
#bg3firstsweek Day 3: Trying a New Thing

I wrote something new for this - here's Halla learning how to play the fiddle from Gilnor. #trsbwriting
Halla's lower lip wobbled in uncertainty, and Gilnor had to fight himself to not smile at how cute it was. "What if it sounds awful?" she mumbled. Gilnor sighed softly, reaching out his hand. He made a beckoning motion, and she obediently passed him the fiddle along with the bow. "Halla, you cannot be afraid of something like that," he said, lifting the instrument to rest it against his own shoulder. "We are not born good at things. Talent is a myth at worst; at best merely an aptitude for learning a type of skill. But it is all skill, and thus it can be learned." He settled his jaw against the chin-rest, and lifted the bow to the strings. With distinct elegance, he played a simple scale, the notes ringing crisp and clear to replace Halla's worried look with a smile. Gilnor then played the scale backwards. "Do you assume that I could play the moment I picked it up?" he asked gently. "I have years of practice behind me… The key is not to fear striking the wrong note; this will happen at first. The one thing that I can advise is make mistakes, but make them with confidence." He replayed the scale, this time clearly 'slipping' one of his fingers so that one of the notes was out of place. Then, as he played backwards again, he made his stroke tentative, which caused the fiddle to stutter and grate with a sound that made both their teeth grind - like nails against a chalkboard. "Ouch." Halla said with a chuckle. Gilnor grinned and passed the instrument back to her. "Confidence." he reiterated. Halla nodded and set the violin in place, her eyes looking to her own fingers on the neck as she practised putting them down in sequence without using the bow. Once she nodded again, Gilnor's lips parted, and he sang the scale to her. She managed to play it with only one mistake, and Gilnor politely corrected her finger position with a gentle nudge. But even so, she was determined and in good spirits that making sure her movements were purposeful stopped the instrument so…
November 12, 2025 at 2:10 PM
whirlinginroses.bsky.social
Let’s go Day 3! 🎉 #BG3FirstsWeek

Today is all about trying something new, whether that’s SFW or NSFW
whirlinginroses.bsky.social Rose 🌹✍🏻 @whirlinginroses.bsky.social · Sep 27
Introducing #BG3FirstsWeek, a writing focused prompt challenge! 📝

Are you scared of sharing your writing? Your favourite characters were scared once too.

Between November 10 - 16, I'm encouraging people to share a short piece of writing even if they've never shared before!

#BG3Events #BG3
November 12, 2025 at 10:39 AM
therealshanbear.bsky.social
I wanna join #bg3firstsweek, so here is Halla and Gilnor's first time *and* first kiss, since they happened at the same time. About 4k words.

write.ellipsus.com/edit/e481f4d...

Thank you if you read, I'd love to know what you think. Explicit NSFW, M/F
Halla x Gilnor, First Time - NSFW | Ellipsus
After living together for a while, Halla and Gilnor accidentally get stuck in Halla's tiny pantry together, and that causes some secret feelings to reveal themselves...
write.ellipsus.com
November 10, 2025 at 7:54 PM
thesubscribe.bsky.social
Resharing Aranel and Halsin's first time for #BG3FirstsWeek

archiveofourown.org/works/65825890

#BG3 #BG3Fic #BG3NSFW
First Kiss - TheSubScribe - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
archiveofourown.org
November 10, 2025 at 4:52 PM
itsnad.bsky.social
Day 2 of #BG3FirstsWeek. Rae's first real fight.
CW: abuse, slavery.

Rae is 12 years old in this excerpt and goes by his childhood name Kalam.
Rainier is his mentor/master and aside from Rae's mother was the main abuser in his life. He brutally and rigorously trained Rae since he was 10 years old.
November 11, 2025 at 5:36 PM
beesht.bsky.social
A little something for day one of @whirlinginroses.bsky.social’s #BG3firstsweek ♥️

#Foxhound had their first kiss in Chapter 4 of my fic Caravan King ♥️

#BoramOC #bg3events
November 10, 2025 at 7:11 PM
karpowskaja.bsky.social
For day one of
@whirlinginroses.bsky.social 's #BG3FirstsWeek

I wrote about Lune's & Rolan's first kiss and I finished it just on time (its already 11pm 🙃).

-> archiveofourown.org/works/73673851

#Lune #Rolan #bg3 #bg3oc
November 10, 2025 at 9:33 PM
smooti.bsky.social
Day 2 of #BG3FirstsWeek, this one is... not as happy as yesterdays! It's an argument between Tanis and Lorroakan back when they were still together.

TW for partner violence, verbal abuse, implied other abuse
An Engagement - smooti - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
archiveofourown.org
November 12, 2025 at 1:55 AM
whirlinginroses.bsky.social
#BG3FirstsWeek Trying something new

“I always pack bandages, I am but a squishy wizard, after all."

I bent the rules so this is "Bella's first time letting Gale heal her" because accepting help is a skill? It's been on my mind all day soz. 😭

#RoseWrites #Arabella 🔨 #GaleDekarios #Hammerweave #BG3
November 12, 2025 at 7:50 PM