BatsInTheBelfry
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31 days of kinky wizard on wizard sex.
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26 Apr 2026
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He’s almost looking forward to either falling from the top of the Netherbrain into the River Chionthar, or watching it fall from a safe distance. It’ll be over, then! It’ll be done. He can go hide in the dark, forget this ever happened twice. Astarion can forget Tav. He can move on. Learn to love the dark again, or something.
Astarion wakes up in a pod on the Nautiloid.
(COMPLETE! <3)
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20 Apr 2026
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Tadpoles Come In Groups (Baldur's Gate Fics) by PurpleCatGhost
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22 Mar 2024
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Putting all the BG3 fics I write here! They’re not connected to each other unless stated otherwise!
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19 Apr 2026
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When he wakes up, he's not himself. Not that he can remember what being 'himself' even means. All he has is a pounding headache and a name, 'The Dark Urge'.
Oh, and memories of the real world and over 500 plus hours of playtime in Baldur's Gate 3.
Now he's stuck inside the game, with no idea how he got there or what the fuck is going on. And very quickly, he'll realise that the real world of Faerun is nothing like the game. Shit hurts, there's no maps, fast travel, or save scumming. And people are far more complicated than simple video game characters.
If he can keep himself alive and make it through this, perhaps there's something waiting for him in Faerun, a life he can build for himself. But the urge is just as real as everything else, and it's out for blood.
All he wants is to find his freedom before the game kills him or the urge overtakes him.
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12 Apr 2026
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This was different from the absence before. That emptiness had felt like a cold, cruel mist, that sapped the strength from his bones and wove despair into his skin. This was…not an emptiness at all, but the absence of the cacophony of mind that threatened to suffocate him. Instead, a subtle pleasure filled every crack, every wound in his soul.
Rolan and Durge have some fun.
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10 Apr 2026