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thedragonagelesbian · 6 months
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watch this
physically manifests a character's trauma on their body so i can make myself ill when they let someone they love touch that part of them
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thedragonagelesbian · 4 months
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why were you digging? what did you bury
before those hands pulled me from the earth?
i will not ask you where you came from
i will not ask and neither should you (like real people do ~ hozier)
(STUNNING STUNNING STUNNING COMMISSION FROM @ghostwise OF CYRUS AND WYLL AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH)
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thedragonagelesbian · 6 months
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bard wyll.
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thedragonagelesbian · 2 months
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so much shadow around us. to think, i almost missed the light.
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thedragonagelesbian · 4 months
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The Cicatrix: The Functional Stage of Wound Healing
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Rating: T
Ship: WyllXM!Tav
Word Count: 11,900
Summary: It’s safer to be alone. Cyrus, once a devoted paladin and now merely a lone hunter in the night, had to learn that lesson the hard way. Harder still might be unlearning it, but if there’s anyone he trusts to guide him through it—and he trusts no one these days—it’s Wyll Ravengard.
“May I have this dance?”
Cyrus’ thoughts turned syrupy, slow to look down and slower still to register that Wyll wanted him to take his hand. “I… I’m no good at this.” Dancing. Intimacy. Romance. Any of it. All of it, by the Triad, why would Wyll ask him, of all people…? “I’m going to end up tripping us both, I just know it.”
Wyll’s dramatic bow relaxed, and he assumed a more casual, upright posture. His hand rose with him, not just stretched or offering but beckoning, and Cyrus thought of all the times before that he had felt that hand on his body. Glancing touches, the scrape of fingers against palm as they passed teacups and herbs, a lingering graze whenever Cyrus gave him new literature or songs or poems to add to his growing bardic collection, all incidental and (Cyrus could tell himself) accidental. The only sustained contact came when Wyll was dragging him back to his feet after a fight. When his vision swam and his mind numbed and Wyll’s hands under his shoulders were his only lifeline.
That had scared Cyrus the first time— less the touch and more its necessity. The only reason he had survived the last decades had been self-reliance, and before that, he had been young and stupid and invincible, and neither of those survival techniques worked in this third tadpole-infested life.
Not that he really had been invincible in that first life, but he could tell himself that the suffering was what made him worthwhile.
What made him worthy of her.
“Don’t worry. It’s not really about the dance. It’s about who we’re dancing with.”
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thedragonagelesbian · 4 months
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'cas haven't you shared enough screenshots of cyrus and wyll's kiss animations'
no. look at more of them.
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this particular expression cyrus makes during the twirl makes me!!!!!!!!! he's so happy!!!!!! he's so unbelievably in love and he adores wyll sosososo much...
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and of course cyrus isn't the only one who's smitten...
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thedragonagelesbian · 5 months
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the kiss
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thedragonagelesbian · 2 months
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bloomingblade
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thedragonagelesbian · 2 months
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h a n d s
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thedragonagelesbian · 6 months
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SORRY IM NOT IMMUNE TO THE FAIRYTALE PRINCE AND THE FAIRYTALE KNIGHT LIVING HAPPILY EVER AFTER TOGETHER FOREVER
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thedragonagelesbian · 5 months
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fell asleep last night thinking about cyrus cradling wyll's cheeks after wyll tells him the truth about how and why he formed his pact with mizora
cyrus telling wyll he's proud of him
wyll trying to hide how deeply those words affect him, not even realizing until that exact moment how desperately he needed to hear them but scared to feel the fullness of his emotions because that means he's a Person and not The Blade
cyrus whispering that he knows how hard it is to once again uncover all the parts of yourself that you had to bury to survive but assuring wyll that he's safe now and allowed to feel all the rage and grief and longing that he's locked away for so long now
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thedragonagelesbian · 14 days
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the symmetry of durge!cyrus becoming an oath of ancients paladin & wyll becoming a (drakewarden) ranger post-game. btw.
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thedragonagelesbian · 4 months
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Cyrus Hawke | Wood Elf | Gloomstalker Ranger/Champion Fighter | He/Him | ~250
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What is your Tav’s…
FAVORITE WEAPON: sword + shield, although he's currently wielding the myrkulite scourge flail for the extra necrotic damage + the adamantine shield. I like giving Cyrus the Pelorsun Blade in Act 3, but I kind of want to stick him with the Sword of the Emperor bc. I am not immune to reclaiming weapons out of spite and saying 'i will do better with this' and also getting to kill the Emperor with its own sword.
MOST PRIZED POSSESSION: Cyrus has two things left from his parents that he's been able to keep through everything: an iron dagger from his father enchanted against fey and an Evermeet family heirloom locket from his mother.
DEEPEST DESIRE: When Cyrus left Iriaebor, he thought he was getting his deepest desire: to live his life on his own terms. It took having that life turned upside down to realize how much his solitude had cost him, despite how often he had told himself that he was better off alone. He still wants peace and quiet and to stop hurting, but more than that, he wants those things with Wyll.
GUILTY PLEASURE: super long & luxurious baths
BEST-KEPT SECRET: In addition to being the Champion of Iriaebor, Cyrus was also known as its butcher for his role in slaughtering the enemies of its ruling lady, to whom he was once sworn as a Paladin of Devotion.
GREATEST STRENGTH: Resilience
FATAL FLAW: Self-reliant to a fault
FAVORITE SMELL: Lavender
FAVORITE SPELL OR CANTRIP: Hunter's Mark (killing you killing you killing you), with Goodberry as a runner-up. Not that he has that spell in-game anymore but he will always have it in my heart and I wanted a space to share my headcanon that (a) goodberries' taste is dependent on the caster and (b) Cyrus' goodberries taste like lavender, with a strong initial cedar scent and a slightly burnt aftertaste.
PET PEEVE: Lying
BAD HABIT: Not accepting help
HIDDEN TALENT: Despite his equivocating and his complicated history with it, Cyrus is actually quite the talented dancer, once he's had the time to enjoy it for himself.
LEISURE ACTIVITY: Gardening
FAVORITE DRINK: Non-alcoholic-- tea; alcoholic-- brandy
COMFORT FOOD: Barley & mushroom soup
FAVORITE PERSON(S): Wyll
FAVORED DISPLAY OF AFFECTION (PLATONIC AND/OR ROMANTIC): Service & physical touch; Cyrus has become a very private man with his affection, but everyone knows the lengths he goes to to keep the camp and their supplies in order, and the longer everyone journeys together, the more evident it becomes that Cyrus is quietly keeping track of everyone's health needs and is always ready with medicinal teas and herbs when they're called for.
As for physical affection, that's still an honor only bestowed upon Wyll Ravengard, but Wyll knows that as soon as they're alone together, he is getting hugged and cuddled and smooched and massaged and adored non-stop.
FONDEST CHILDHOOD MEMORY: The first time he can remember his parents saying they were proud of him. After a narrow and dangerous escape from his father's archfey patron when Cyrus was maybe 10 years old, his mother thanked him for making things so easy by not fussing or complaining, and his father told him he was doing such a good job as the light of his family's life.
I was tagged by @the-eldritch-it-gay (thank you!! <333) and will tag @hexblooddruid @covenscribe @ididitforthedogs & anyone else who wants to fill out a lil Tav questionaire
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thedragonagelesbian · 30 days
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Would love to hear about “of pacts and oaths” 👀!
WIP Folder Game
it's my paladin!wyll fic!! all about wyll discovering that he is Enough not as the blade but as himself, and learning to draw power from the strength of his convictions & commitment to others while still caring for himself.
it also follows the progression of his relationship with ranger!cyrus & (eventually) ulder, with each chapter tied to one of the tenets of an oath of devotion: honesty (the tiefling party, wyll being honest for the first time about how his devilish transformation has affected him); courage (cyrus dying in the nere fight); compassion (talking post-moonrise about their future together once wyll breaks his pact, as well as wyll's past & his exile from baldur's gate); honor (wyrmway trials); and duty (wyll swearing his oath in a substitution for the wilden oak scene)
& here's a snippet from the compassion chapter
“Don’t do it like I did, Wyll, whatever you do with your life after Mizora, just don’t give so much of yourself that there’s no way back.”
Cyrus sounded so scared, and when he returned the embrace, it was with his nails digging into Wyll’s shoulders as if he might disappear at any moment, the last ashes of a sacrificial pyre dispersed by the wind. Even now, Wyll’s first instinct was to bristle against the concern, taking it as proof that he had not done good enough. No one was supposed to worry about the hero. But he knew what Cyrus was trying to hold onto was the man beneath.
“I…” What a ridiculous word, a single letter upon which to pin the entirety of oneself. Why refer to himself as that—an isolated sound buckling under the weight of selfhood—when he could be the Blade of Frontiers instead? “I’ll try. For you. I can’t promise anything more than that, but gods, I want to try.”
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thedragonagelesbian · 2 months
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wait im in act 2 again do you know what this means
wyll dance scene!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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thedragonagelesbian · 6 months
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im so so curious-- does wyll have any other class-specific lines in response to 'can't you tell why i really followed you out here?' i just checked again with pally cyrus but i didnt get anything special
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