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Yrre arrives at Lenore's tower, and waits.
Yrre always seemed to arrive both too late and too early for Lenore. It was like she knew they were coming and found some way to be elsewhere, just to let that anticipation build.
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Bookmarked by darkheartedrose
13 Jun 2026
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So foolish to assume you could be led,
For you were far too smart to lead astray.
There’s truth I always knew but left unsaid:
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Fangs the Musical (Working Title) by syrupwit for silent_as_the_grave
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
05 Apr 2025
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Some drow secondboy shows up with a supposed ancestral claim to the ruins where the vampire spawn have made their home. Astarion, noted planner and details aficionado, devises a desperate scheme to save them.
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Bookmarked by darkheartedrose
23 Apr 2026
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“I know how we can solve this problem.”
Gale moved his gaze to Astarion, though his mind was still clearly on his translation. “By all means, elaborate.”
“What we need to do,” said Astarion, “is very simple. To take back our home, win the favor of this drow matron, and establish a reputation to be respected and feared from here to Chult, we only need to put on the most incredible musical theater show the Underdark has ever seen.”
Gale didn’t react for a moment. Then he said, “But you hate the stage.”
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Gale, the God of Ambition, was beginning to suspect that the realities of divinity may not align with his expectations when Mystra came to him with an offer he found impossible to refuse.
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18 Apr 2026
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God Gale being delulu <3 <3
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In which dragon rider Red and his dragon Smoke share some time together.
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15 Apr 2026
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They fly slowly, enjoying the wind currents. Smoke flares his wings and glides in a wide spiral a couple of times, Red patting his neck and laughing with the joy of it. A few trees are coming into flower and leaf, splashes of colour alongside the grey and black rocks.
They’re going to have sex, he knows, but there’s joy in this too. In Smoke suddenly darting forward and racing as fast as he can go, in them swooping over a ridge and dropping like birds diving into a pool, in the warmth of the sunshine dappling down across their backs.
They land on the soft grass that still clings up here in this little clearing. High enough that a couple of the valleys down below have clouds in, and low enough that the air’s still good for humans. The stream water is ice cold and flower sweet; they drink side by side, Smoke towering over him. On foot like this, his head is roughly level with Smoke’s belly.
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The Last Alchemist of House Oblodra by TopoftheLighthouse
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
17 Nov 2025
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"In the now the salt finally dissolved in the lukewarm water. Araj moved swiftly between the barrels, vats and jars that now filled her basement, letting her fingers dance over the cool glass and smooth wood. By silk, she was happy. This project, this research - every moment felt right, like she was finally doing what she was supposed to, like this was her destiny."
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Araj Oblodra continues her experiments with Formula Gruna and Tav's blood.
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Bookmarked by darkheartedrose
13 Apr 2026
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She reached gingerly into the jar, submerging her hands into the lukewarm liquid, and carefully pulled the specimen out. It was soft to touch, silky and fragile, one careless movement away from being irreparably damaged, from splitting delicate skin. The pulse of these gorgeous arteries hammered against her palms, divine bodily music, a song of her own making.
In a flicker of an impulse she felt like cradling it to her chest, like a surfacer mother with a newborn. This was her child after all, not the squirming flesh in her hands, but the formula, the process, this whole project. It was her legacy, all done in Oblodra's name, for the sake of her House, her family. She walked every step of the way, she experimented and iterated, failed and succeeded, she created… Not quite life, she hesitated to call it that, but maybe it was. Wasn't blood life-giving?
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Bane laughed and waved a hand, gesturing at his—at Enver’s—body. “Fret not. Gortash is here, aware, unharmed. I know how fond of each other you are.”
His smiled turned into a leer, and his eyes glittered with malice as he watched for her reaction. Elegy made the slightest shrug and said, “Hmm.”
“Or perhaps he is fonder of you than you are of him,” Bane said. The thought amused him greatly.
Elegy slowly pulled off one glove and tossed it on top of her cloak, and he followed the movement with his eyes. “Can you blame him?”
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Elegy, the Dark Urge, seeks out her ally, Enver Gortash, and finds his god waiting for her instead.Series
- Part 5 of death and politics
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Bookmarked by darkheartedrose
13 Apr 2026
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Each time she slammed herself down, making his cock connect with the deepest part of her cunt, she did not see stars. She saw endless black granite underneath crimson skies, lightning leaving scars as it hurtled towards a river of blood, wave after wave of figures kneeling in tribute. She saw a throne infinitely larger than its mortal, material counterpart. She saw herself in a crown.
Bane knew; he intended it. He grabbed her by the hair, wrenching her head towards him.
“I could make you a queen,” he offered, his stolen voice deep and rich.
She smiled in between breaths and reached for his face. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
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honey by Carnivaley for Incognito_Ghost, darkheartedrose
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
07 Apr 2026
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Back in the day, when Enver Gortash couldn’t even imagine becoming an archduke, he was little more than a salon curiosity – a name whispered with interest, a man discussed far more than he was taken seriously.
Intriguing enough that the Sharrans decided to send Shadowheart – probably the only woman who didn’t fantasize about him – not only to fall into his arms, but to find out what, exactly, was hiding beneath the ambition.
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07 Apr 2026
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“And what about you?” she shot back, louder still. “What exactly is real about Enver Gortash? The charm? The manners? The poor boy from nowhere who taught himself how to stand in a ballroom and make fools think he belongs there? You are nothing but construction,” she pressed a hand to her own chest, laughing again, uglier this time, and the sound was stripped of anything graceful. "You think I want this? You think I am standing out here shaking because I enjoy being turned into one more thing for you to collect?"
His eyes darkened. "You are shaking because you want me."
The silence after that felt enormous. She wanted to punch him, but he caught her wrist and Shadowheart shoved at his chest, hard enough to mean it, hard enough to make the balcony rail sing faintly as he hit it. "You unbelievable, self-satisfied, delusional-"
"You want me," he said again, louder now, hotter, as if the truth of it had finally made him angry too. "And you hate it."
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A comprehensive tour through a typical service at Baldur's Gate United Church of Bhaal, complete with fully formatted bulletin and order of service! Watch in awe as The Dark Urge, Scion of Bhaal Most Unholy, gives a complete sermon justifying ritual human (dwarven) sacrifice without saying the word 'murder' once!
My ex-fundie trauma did something useful for once and let the Unholy Ghost of Murder Jesus take the wheel. Reviewed by my editor as "violently evangelical." Come for the crack, stay for the witty social commentary on modern organized religion.
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Bookmarked by darkheartedrose
05 Apr 2026
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READ THIS. THIS IS AN AMAZING PIECE OF SATIRE!!
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Blood of my Blood by MissMisdemeanor for karaokeburial
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
05 Nov 2025
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Orin has too much art in bloodshed, and Syryth is a willing canvas.
Bookmarked by darkheartedrose
05 Apr 2026
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Drip. Drip, drip, drip. Long trails of scarlet run off of grey-violet skin, onto the stone, onto the ground, leaving light streaks like the stripes of a strange beast.
Her mind is awash with a simple symphony, a moment of clear and blinding peace, of ecstatic satisfaction like no other; blood– of my blood, of my blood of my blood– rich and red and running through valleys— my-your-our blood.
She drives her dagger deeper, its razor-sharp edge making a line that pulls apart into a crease that pulls apart into a canyon. A deep groan resounds beneath her, rolling through his chest; the rumble of a furnace and the scrape of a stone passage opening. He has always been more a body than a man, a flesh-wrought thing. What a sound, blood-kin.
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The Slayer is simultaneously a source of intellectual curiosity and erotic fixation, a dangerous convergence of things for Gale in particular.
(He hasn’t seen the Slayer’s genitals yet. When he’d asked about it, Syryth pressed two fingers together, then split them at the middle knuckle. It’s like this.)
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05 Apr 2026
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Gale glances beside him. There’s a potent potion in an ornate glass bottle, which will grant him the ability to remain conscious through most of what’s about to happen to him. And there’s a golden scroll, for when the damage done outweighs the elixir’s usefulness. He downs the cool liquid, and it coats his esophagus in a thin layer. A dull warmth spreads through his limbs, in contrast to the way it’s left his teeth icy to the touch of his tongue. He leaves the scroll for Syryth.
On his other side, far away enough to remain clean, is an open journal. He’d penned an introduction in it earlier today– who he is, what the Slayer is, and a promise to write a detailed timeline of what it can do to a mortal body, at least until it’s rendered incapable of reporting on the matter. He summons a mage hand with a Weave-laced exhale.
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Made of Memories by AlwaysMauria for fetch_me_penguins
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
15 Dec 2025
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Centuries after the fall of the Netherbrain, only Halsin and Astarion remain to remember their adventure.
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04 Apr 2026
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Halsin rumbled like the far off thunder, and put his hand to his husband’s cheek. Astarion closed his eyes and leaned in. Halsin wasn’t the great stone wall he once was, but he remained Astarion's shield to this day. To this last day.
‘Do you think we’ll see them all again, my heart?’
Astarion looked over the quilt again, touching a bit of lace, a patch, a button.
‘I think you will, darling. And they’ll all be so pleased to see you again.’
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"Right," Karlach says. "Love that."
Then she hauls back and socks Lann Tarv in his miserable fucking mouth.
Things dissolve pretty quickly afterward.
Karlach receives three soul coins. Astarion is there to help.
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16 Mar 2026
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When Gale can’t solve his orb problem on his own, he creates another Gale. This one knows what he really needs.
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15 Feb 2026
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His simulacrum was right about regrets. When Dale dropped to his knees in the library, Gale hadn’t resisted.
He had quite the talented tongue, if he did say so himself. Of course he would know exactly where to press to draw querulous moans from his own cracked lips.
It felt good; better than her.
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a beauty this immense by stolenglow (xlph) for darkheartedrose
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
05 Jan 2026
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Halsin's breath catches. He lowers himself until the water reaches his collarbones, one broad hand instinctively drifting to shield himself, as pointless as he consciously knows it is. The stream is crystal clear, and even then, Thaniel's sight is not limited to eyes. "Friend," he says, voice rough with sudden self-consciousness, "Thaniel, I... did not realize you were watching so closely."
A forest bathe turns into a chase, capture, and making love.
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Ambition! The Musical by Incognito_Ghost for LulaMillay
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
05 Jun 2026
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Peggy Peaseblossom is a little halfling with big dreams and a song in her heart. But it's hard to make it in showbusiness without a little help. Good thing she's started praying to Gale, the new God of Ambition! Can he help her make it to the top?
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30 Dec 2025
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She stood in a world of pure color and light, where everything was brighter and more intensely colorful. She looked down and dance slippers adorned her sizable feet. She looked around and off in the distance, lit amongst abstract clouds in a fuchsia sky, was a man: silver-tinged and glowing, bearded, in long blue robes trimmed with gold. She half-danced, half-ran towards him, and she saw that she too was wearing clothes now: a white dancing costume, with yards of gauzy fabric trailing behind her and drifting in the wind.
"Peggy. Do you know who I am?"
She knew. She had always known. She reached her arms out in longing supplication.
"Your… blue glow and your bearing… and the gold-trimmed robes you're wearing…" She fell to her knees. "You are Lord Gale, the God of Ambition."
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New Snow and Honey Cream by LulaMillay for Gracelessdance
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
25 Dec 2025
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Shadowheart can't remember if she's ever seen snow, and Halsin is learning how to bake.
They get distracted.
Halsin had always let his love roam free, but the first time he raised a hot mark on that porcelain skin, he knew as long as it lasted Shadowheart belonged to him alone. Not forever, but for a short time it was ferocious ownership unlike anything he’d ever known.
Cottagecore fluff and hardcore smut with cozy winter vibes.
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- Part 1 of Lula's Halsin Smut
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25 Dec 2025
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And there were curves now.
Freed of the city, of the demands of their journey, it had been such a joy to watch a form honed into a weapon soften into a conduit for pleasure. Like the informal braid that replaced the one wrapped in delicate chains, Shadowheart’s body was unstructured now, warm and alive, a thing lived in and loved, not merely used. Halsin sighed, holding her there for a moment, just tracing the gentle hills and valleys.
Then his touch slid back to her ass, kneading the softness. Halsin knelt in supplication, gazing at the pale expanse of Shadowheart’s thighs spread before him.
“This is the best view in the house.” He traced the gentle heart of her ass. “You’re so beautiful, Shadowheart.”
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The Wizard's Best Attempts at Drow Cuisine by TopoftheLighthouse
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
25 Dec 2025
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Three times Gale feeds Minthara some drow food and one time she reciprocates.
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24 Dec 2025
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He got to work, confident and efficient, magic suffusing his every action. Mage hand pouring oil into the pan as he rubbed the steaks in salt, light gusts of wind keeping the flame of the campfire in place, surfaces cleaned easily with a flick of a wrist. He talked of flavours, textures and ingredients, asked her opinions of drow cuisine and actually listened to her remarks. The air was filling with familiar scents and for the first time in a while, she felt calm.
"You seem to be in a peculiarly cheerful mood lately, wizard."
His eyes were kept on his task, the rhythmical work of basting uninterrupted, but a small smile warmed up his features.
"I guess, I found some hope in me lately. Some vision of the future."
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Gale Dinner by LulaMillay for patheticfangirl, VestigialPersonality
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
23 Dec 2025
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Gale needs magical artifacts, and Zlorb (the Strange Ox) wants to help him, but why?
“So you’re a wizard?” it said, splitting his goddess’s face into an unsettling grin. “You’re sadly jerking off to Mystra, so I just assumed.”
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- Part 12 of Lula's Crack / Humor
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23 Dec 2025
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Mystra’s face pushed out of the gelatinous mass, cruel and fascinated as it craned down to watch Gale struggle between pain and pleasure. The goddess’s face laughed. “Mystra never fucked you like this, did she, little wizard?”
Gale panted as the gelatinous body pulled him deeper, pulling his jaw open and sliding a tendril into his mouth, flowing around his tongue and down his throat. Bits of tangy, acidic slime dripped down from Mystra’s face onto his.
“She left you alone, exiled you, left you to die.” Another tendril snaked around Gale’s neck, the phasm humming as it pumped the other into his throat. “She never made you feel this good, did she? This full.”
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What the Longest Night Holds by dramatic_chipmunk for darkheartedrose
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
20 Dec 2025
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Twenty doors. Twenty moments. One long night.
An advent calendar of a relationship told in fragments—sketches and lists, letters never sent, prayers half-remembered, and the quiet places where the truth lives. Karlach burns. Shadowheart still sheds her shadows. Somehow, where fire meets dark, they find something worth counting down to.Click the doors. Trust the fall.
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21 Dec 2025
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The fire crackles and pops, sending sparks drifting up into the red-black sky of Avernus. The wind howls its endless song of torment. The hells rage on around them, indifferent to their wants, their hopes, their love, their desperate clinging to each other in the face of inevitable loss.
But they have this. This moment. This now. This small pocket of tenderness carved out of cruelty.
"For what it's worth," Shadowheart carries on, "even without all of that—without the feast and the decorations and the soft bed and the normal life—I'm glad I'm here. With you. I know you don't believe me. I know you think I'm just saying it to make you feel better, that I'm lying to spare your feelings or whatever. But it's true, Karlach. I'd rather be here, in the hells, with you, than anywhere else without you. I'd rather have this than any amount of comfort or safety or nice dinners if it meant losing you."
Karlach looks at her—really looks at her, takes in every detail, catalogues it against the day when memory is all she has left—and sees the truth of it written in every line of her face. In the set of her jaw, the steadiness of her gaze, the way she leans into Karlach's heat like it's home instead of pain, like it's something to move toward instead of away from.
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In this alternate universe, there is no magic aside from the love that two hearts can feel from the moment they meet. But as far as Tav is concerned, stories are just that - stories. A nice dream, a pleasant fiction, words upon a page hardly designed for mere staff to the Queen. Little do they know, however, that everything will soon change with a new arrival at Court.
Ser Gale Dekarious, formerly of Waterdeep, is both excited and nervous to be assigned a new position in the Royal Service. With a feast thrown in his honour, he finds himself pulled from noble to noble as each seem to be determined to steal his time and attention away from the one person who keeps catching his eye across the hall...
Love and longing, devotion and danger, yearning for something more... Can love at first sight truly become real?
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13 Dec 2025
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Gale carefully adjusted so he could lean back on the side of the tub with Tav between his legs, leaning back against his chest. The water held a scent of herbs and flowers, pieces of lavender floating on the surface reminding him of his old home whilst the lover in his arms told him he had found his new one.
“Silly, isn’t it,” Tav cupped their hands beneath the delicate purple sprigs, lifting only to watch the flowers flow out of their grasp before they could catch them.
“Forgive me, I’m not certain that I understand…” He caressed their cheek as they turned to look up at him, resting back on his shoulder.
“I was so…so sure that you would have your eye on someone else, that some noble would snatch your heart in an instant, that I decided to float away from your grasp when all that time you were reaching out.” Their smile was so bittersweet, he couldn’t help but kiss them.