Oh_Its_Deer
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Before the knife, before the tadpole, before adventure or love or saving Faerun, there was a life lived in the temple beneath Baldur's Gate. This is the story of what came before.
(Author was deciding what aspects of Vyr'Tas are holdover quirks from before, started outlining Bhaalist Tas, and it became a fic. This fic is not entirely pre-written, so the tags will update with the chapters,
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The realization isn't violent. It's one of the few things that isn't, now, when the excoriated remains of Bhaal's most loyal child and his only sister lay at his feet.
Gods don't just let go.
And there is no surviving this.
A Dark Urge stands up to his father. Friends witness the carnage. A lover watches it all end.
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the burnt-out breathless dead by weareallstardustfallen
Fandoms: Critical Role: Aramán (Web Series)
27 Oct 2025
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Occtis only knew the rest of the night in flashes.
The overwhelming rush of sensation and imagery and information was thick and sharp and something that felt almost painful. It was more, he thought, than he would have been able to comprehend even on a normal day.
This was so obscenely, absurdly far past normal that there were no words to even try and describe it.
Or: The thing that used to be Occtis Tachonis tries to adjust to his new existence. Hal tries to be gentle with a young man who has had a very long night.
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08 Nov 2025
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The Inquisition has been disbanded and Teithranen Lavellan, ex-Inquisitor has had enough of this long distance relationship thing. He's coming to Tevinter for good. Dorian isn't sure about this, it's still very dangerous for a Dalish Elf in Tevinter, but how much choice does he really have?
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“I don’t have to wear fancy crap anymore if I don’t want to. Besides, traveling only gets your clothes dirty, so why wear my best? Also I was foraging as I went.”
“Because of course you were.” Dorian clasped his hands together at the small of Tei’s back. “And why did you bring the entire contents of the wilderness with you, pray tell?” Dorian watched as Souren continued to carry all manner of unidentified plant matter into the house.
“Because your tiny courtyard garden is pathetic enough as to be nonexistent. And if I’m staying here I needed supplies to get it set up well. And you know how I feel about native Tevinter elfroot.”
“Yes, you called it a pale impostor of a once noble plant."Series
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06 Apr 2025
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bare your blade and raise it high. by esquitor
Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games)
19 Sep 2024
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the first time mahanon lavellan died, it was while trying to seal the breach. the second time, alexius killed him.
the third was in orlais. halamshiral. the fourth was in haven.
the fifth time, he'd watched his clan die in front of him, watched a city turn to red lyrium, and held the inquisition and skyhold accountable for it. he died to corypheus at the end.
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now he walks the path of herald with evelyn trevelyan, the inquisitor he fought under last time. he tells her 'your brother's death was not your fault'.
he doesn't tell her 'it might be mine. i couldn't stop it from happening.'
((a different sort of groundhog day / time travel fix it. two heralds, a good amount of canon divergence))
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Bereft and adrift after his treachery is discovered, Essek goes into hiding at the Lavish Chateau. While he's there, Marion Lavorre teaches him something to keep his hands busy.
A soft, cozy little fic where Essek learns how to knit and learns how to live again.
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20 Jan 2025
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grasping dark, reaching gold by lakrisrot (enheduane)
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
12 Mar 2023
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There are hands on his face, and the man before him is kneeling, half-crawled into his hiding place. He has a good face, maybe. Red hair. Warm-colored lights hover around him.