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Randy kind of can’t believe that the words are coming out of his mouth. Then again, he kind of can’t believe anything he’s done since watching Chris’s intestines paint the sticky plastic booth. He’s already become a different person. Benson’s cock is just the nail in the coffin of his body.
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13 May 2026
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Captain Gale Dekarios and Viscount Astarion Ancunín are not friends. The Viscount is a thorn in the Captain’s side, determined, apparently, to make his life a living hell. Gale has plans, goals for his life, not to mention the reputation of his mother’s young ward to consider as well as his own.
The funny thing about plans is they have a way of going sideways.
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A BloodWeave Regency AU.
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It was the word that caught Gale’s journalistic curiosity first. Fallow.
In the strictest sense of things, it was a farming technique. Mostly lost to the ever-spinning cogs of their modern world, it was biblical in its simplicity. Farmer’s fields lay barren as autumn turned to spring and then summer, so that beneath them the earth would churn with new life. It was the soil’s breath between seasons.
He came to know it later slipped from a silver tongue, a bitten lip, a soft whisper. Let your lands rest and lie fallow, the so-called messiah would say with a hand upon his thigh.
Astarion was the story of a lifetime.
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After Gale accused Astarion of cheating at cards, the rogue picked up an interest in learning lanceboard to challenge the wizard at his game of preference. To sweeten the deal and make things more interesting, the two have agreed that the victor wins a favor from the loser.
The quiet, slow deliberateness made in each move by Gale was gone now. Astarion had fallen into the wizard's trap and he was starting to see there would be no way out of it. All of the vampire's moves would be made out of a desperate clumsy attempt to protect his king and prolong its downfall. "Razor's Edge to queen's bishop two."
He continued his oration as he reached over, an index finger resting on a pawn. "Because sometimes, that small victory is enough to give them the momentum to keep going forward. The resolve of man to survive against all odds – fascinating, wouldn't you agree?" He moved the pawn diagonal, replacing Astarion's pawn with his own, inching ever so closer to the black side of the board. Once more, his bishop had a clear shot to his Cyric. "Pawn to queen's knight seven. Check."
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In Like a Lion, Out Like a Lamb by ForeThot for seagull_soda
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
15 Apr 2025
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Winter is the only thing that lives, a wild thing that haunts the forest. He stalks through the vast woodlands of the world, his bare feet crunching in harshly packed snow. His breaths are as cold as the wind, and no life vapor pours from his mouth. Tear tracks create frozen rivers down his wasted cheeks.
'If you ever see one like him, fall to your knees,' the mortals warn their children. 'For you are in the presence of a god.'
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Winter should fear Spring's coming, but not like this.