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isn't that right, zach?

@redroomroaving

30s, UK. Microblorbo and rarepair dealer, Geraldus defence squad, Donnick devotee, usually screamin' about Klaus. AO3:Isntthatrightzach

Fic Masterlist & Geraldus Discord

Harper Prince Hamlet

First things first! You! Are you a fan of Harper Geraldus? Would you like to speak to other fans of the best Harper Prince?

Come join us in the Hamlet!

(Drop me a message for an invite!)

Masterlist of works:

Geraldus x Rolan

  • The Harper & The Tower: (E, Longfic) Geraldus & Rolan post game finding romance over books and healing, sugar, smut, good feelings, exploration of respective traumas and growing together.
  • Spring: (E, shortfic, WIP) Regency AU exploring Geraldus & Rolan, CW abuse, a huge amount of pining, forbidden romance, wet shirts etc
  • Don't burn alone in the dark: (T, what if, WIP) what if scenario exploring the game events with Geraldus at Last Light Inn, Rolan being a mess

H&T smut one shots:

Donnick x Abdirak

Sufferer, I shall: (E, CW: BDSM, heavy themes, religious angst, COMPLETE) Loviatar & Ilmater stand in sworn opposition, and a badly injured Abdirak is recovering in the Temple of Ilmater. Exploration of contrasting gods of pain, romance & smut

Around willing whip, a rope bound: (E, CW: light BDSM, rope bondage, religious themes) Follow up and epilogue of sorts to Sufferer, I shall

To Suffer, to live: (E, CW: short smut, heresy, flagellation) continuation of S,IS & AWW, ARB

Small Sanctuary: (E) follow up, smut and fluff with some religious angst and soup cooking

Suffer well: (E, CW: voyeurism) short one-shot smut.

Kar'niss x Klaus

Trusting. Trusted. (E, CW: Lore accurate drider content) What if Kar'niss was part of the Circus? A one shot romance exploration with a lot of support and sadness.

Conductor, Ringmaster (E, CW: More lore accurate drider stuff) Follow up from Trusting, Trusted, following Klaus x Kar'niss on some dates across the planes with the touring circus.

Geraldus x Bor

A Harper Fell Here: (M WIP, CW: trauma, exploration of death and loss) Shortfic and Harper romance, two Harpers coping with trauma and loss as Harper Bor finds himself in the wrong place at the right time.

Working out some aches: (E) smut one shot, Bor offers Geraldus a massage and a bit of comfort as they build their hideout.

Stoke the fire: (E) smut one shot; Geraldus and Bor cuddle up by the campfire on a cold night whilst on the hunt for a creature.

Geraldus x He Who Was

Of my sin: (E WIP, CW: trauma, dacryphilia) Shortfic, takes place in Act 3 following the Bhaalist cult, exploration of troubled relationships with returning to service.

They asked for no pickles: (HWW x Geraldus, E modern restaurant AU, COMPLETE) A little short fic because He Who Was loves pans that spawned out of a fic prompt challenge.

An Extra Serving: (E, one shot) quick smut one shot follow up to They asked for no pickles.

Shadowheart x He Who Was

Communion of shadows: (E, CW: Trauma, COMPLETE) Shadowheart/Shadar-kai mystery solving squad, exploring a lot of Shar/Ravenqueen lore and two really evasive people driving eachother insane

Halsin x M!Durge

On nights without much sleep: (E,CW: Durge stuff, COMPLETE) heavy on Redemption Durge angst, Halsin x Durge finding a lot of healing, nobody getting any sleep,

AUs & assorted one shots:

The Red Harp: (HWWx Shadowheart, Rolan x Geraldus, E, Penny Dreadful AU) A monster hunting squad feat He Who Was, Shadowheart, Rugan, Geraldus, Jaheira, Minsc, Aradin and more to come.

Written in Glitter (or how we fell in love and took down a mega corporation along the way): (multi, Klaus x Kar'niss, Geraldus x HWW, Rolan x Haarlep, Abdirak x Donnick) modern au following the trials, tributions and loves of the roomates of 33 Rivington Place.

A Dash of Scarlet: (E, smut one shot) spun off from H&T, shameless happy smut for Lia and Circus Husband

A Petal-Perfect Memory

There was a time, long before the mess of it all, where he was a mortal man. A quiet clever lad with a shy smile and an ounce of self-consciousness. He never thought that a circus would be the one to change his life forever.

He dribbled around the idea of joining this particular company, because it meant leaving everything behind; his town, the people, his closest friends and family. It made his chest tighten with anxiety. Who would want to hire a man that only made his 15 minutes of fame? That’s absurd in the job markets.

Yet, this wasn’t some ordinary circus, according to its flamboyant Ring Master. Why squander the chance to entertain people beyond Faêrun, hells, beyond the Realms? Anybody would kill to be in his position.

The last fond memory he cherished from home, a child gifted him a small bundle of dead flowers. Despite the state of its brittle roots and chipping petals, they tearfully explained their failure to grow a good-luck charm; a reminder of everyone’s support.

He smiled, and found solace over something so delicate. He gently accepted it as he decorated his vest.

“You’ve given me a wonderful gift,” he told the child, “I’ll take good care of it because it will remind me to ‘leaf’ my worries behind. I know now that my journey will blossom.”

The child giggled as he wiped his face. “I’m… ‘rooting’ for you, Mister Norris!”

“Thank you, I’m so fern-tunate to have all of you.” He winked before joining in laughter.

A lovely snippet and a wonderful image from @scoopaspoonful for #Norrisfest2025!!

and so many Dribbles worthy puns, too!

(I can't believe you've got me tearing up at 'rooting' for you!)

Can't wait to see what else you've got in store for us and our circus husband! <3

WIP Whenever! ✍🏻✨

Thank you for the tag, @graysparrowao3!

I'll pop some no pressure tags for @lizziemajestic @tango-goes @forget-me-maybe @darkurgetrash, @lemonsrosesandlavender (I know you've already been tagged but it's the law) aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand right back at YOU @graysparrowao3 <3

I'm gonna share 3 snippets from 3 things, so, underneath the cut a bit of: Klaus & Kar'niss, a bit of Victorian Rugan & Shadowheart banter, and finally a little bit of Donnick x Abdirak from my finally properly begun follow up to Sufferer, I shall.

Creation is a weird thing.

You make something because you're excited about it, or you're plucking your little tiny thing out and sharing it because you just think it's neat - a character, a pairing, a tale that has captured you and you want to share this thing that's lit up your mind.

But there's nothing you can do about what happens next - how others will see that same thing - how they'll respond to it, or to you. You're putting your heart on the table and that can be terrifying and exciting.

So often it's wonderful; but it's not always. Sometimes you get heartbroken in a whole other way you didn't realise you could, and there's something so painful about realising you've lost something you loved dearly because of how people responded to it.

How perhaps others saw something you didn't intend, or took only the bits they wanted and left the bits you treasured most. Maybe nobody responded at all.

You want to just make things for yourself, and tell yourself it doesn't matter what people think; why should you lose your joy?

Most days we can do that. Some days we can't.

Anyway, I just wanted to write this to say that if you saw this and it's something you've felt too - I'm sorry. It's ok to mourn. Your creation is still for you, no matter what.

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senator-organa

posting niche fic on ao3 is like releasing a small creature into the wild and hoping it survives and finds sustenance

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spacecravat

got one whole comment… the small creature may yet survive the winter

#NORRISFEST2025 is a go!

We're kicking off our month long Norris Greenie/Dribbles the Clown event today, check out the rules and details right here.

If you'd like to contribute to the Ao3 collection it can be found right here: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/NorrisFest2025

Good luck and happy, uh, dribbling!

(... no, this is not an April Fools joke. I know. I know it seems like one.)

The prayers ushered over one another, knelt together. Worship upon worship, reaching and seeking, found, and lost.

"I am your willing whip, Maiden, I am your giving hand-"

"-Lord Ilmater, I beseech you, look upon me and behold my sin-"

"-In embrace of your most sacred gift."

"Let me be absolved before your weeping majesty."

"Let me be absolved before your sacred pain."

"Until I can bear a fraction -"

"Of your burden-"

"Sufferer, we shall."

Donnick x Abdirak (aka Soup)

Kuja (Final Fantasy 9) x Terra (Final Fantasy 6) - my most doomed of crack ships, courtesy of the Dissidia series.

This is for you - the incredible soul who wrote a fic for them that has haunted me for years. 💛

Snippet continues below the cut.

As they hold there in the air, wind whipping around them in a starlit sky that isn’t real - she knows that this moment is all they have.

This isn’t real either, is it? This time is stolen. This feeling, burgeoning and too small, too new to understand - could that be real when nothing else is?

It is growing as they cling to something vanishing. 

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