‘Gina Dentata

BG3 Writer / Reader | Film Nerd | Former Burlesquer / oldbaby to Tumblr Profile photo by Sheeanna Singer / Banner by AlwaysMauria

[ginateeth]

✧ ˚ · . About Me: Oh hi! I'm GinaTeeth aka Zaftigg von BonBon. I'm a (mostly) former burlesque/pole performer and instructor and currently mom to a toddler, brand new to a lot of this (tumblr, fanfic, fandoms), and slightly obsessed with Baldur's Gate 3.

I major in Mister Dekarios and minor in Astarion and Jaheira. My writing tends toward kink-positive, intimacy-forward, angsty and crack treated seriously.

Feel free to take a gander at my offerings below as well as info on my WIPs. Incredible fic-inspired art on my banner by (L-R) @twicethekid, @artemismoon12writes, @lindayss, @alwaysmauria

✧ ˚ · . My Recent Writing:

Brackish - OneShot (5k words) Astarion x Gale | Rated M for fairy tale style violence, light sexual content | 1920s Freakshow AU Bittersweet dark fairy tale Bloodweave featuring merman Gale No More Words - OneShot (2.5k words) Jaheira x Khalid | Rated E for explicit smut | Pre-Canon The story behind Jaheira banning Khalid from writing poetry. A Dance of Weave and Want (Series) Gale x Original Female Character | Rated E for explicit smut | Post-Canonesque - A Dance of Weave and Want - Complete (3/3 chapters) Gale accidentally gets a lapdance (and then some) from an initiate who moonlights as a burlesque performer. - Of Divinity and Desire - WIP (1/4 chapters) Gale and Mina's story continues. With angst. Flaming Fist Night at Mineshaft - Complete (4/4 chapters) Astarion x Gale x Halsin | Rated E for explicit smut | 1980s AU Astarion shows Gale the ropes of cruising culture at an underground BDSM club. Dolly Dolly Dolly's Delightfully Desperate Wizard - Complete* (2/2 chapters) Gale x Dolly Dolly Dolly | Rated E for explicit smut | Crack treated seriously / Canon Gale of Waterdeep has it down bad for the mean-mouthed pixie. *I'm not sure I'm done with these two... Each chapter can be read as a OneShot ArcaneArrangements.com - Complete (6/6 chapters) Gale x Jaheira | Rated E for eventual smut | ArcanoTech AU Gale, former CI of a major arcanotech firm finds Jaheira on a sugar baby website

✧ ˚ · . Current Unposted WIPs:

MystraBot 4.2 - Planned Oneshot Gale x MystraBot | ArcanoTech AU Gale doesn't cope well with his breakup with Mystra. Projected posting in June. Unnamed June AU Challenge - Planned 6 chapters... and growing Jaheira, Karlach | Post-Apocolyptic Noir Detective AU This is an ambitious one, y'all. Projected first 1-2 chapters posted in June. Head Games - Planned longfic Astarion x Original Female Character, Gale x Original Female Character| Canon A re-working of my very first fic. Also ambitious.

✧ ˚ · . Masterlist:

The Magister, the Magistrate, and Maggie - OneShot (4k words) Gale x Astarion x Tentacle | Rated E for explicit smut | Crack treated seriously Gale summons a tentacle to deliver a hands-on sex ed lesson to Astarion. The Fruiting of Impossible Stars - OneShot (3.5k words) Gale x Omeluum | Rated M for light smut | Fluff Gale proposes to and weds Omeluum in this sweet bit of fluff. A The B Team Fics: What happens when tav leaves them behind? (Series) Various | Rated T for Teen | Act 3 Angst & Fluff & Humor - Astarion and the Professional Cuddler - OneShot (2.5k words) Astarion, Halsin Astarion experiences non-sexual intimacy with an unexpected familiar companion. - Gale Dekarios and The Pussy Palace - OneShot (3k words) Gale, Jaheira Gale discovers some body confidence after lessons from an unexpected familiar companion. A Pleasurable Deal - Complete (6/6 chapters) Astarion x Original Female Character x Original Male Character x Gale | Rated E for explicit smut | Canon divergent AU Unascended vampire lord, Astarion, proposes a threesome to his consort with their newest footman, who bears a striking resemblance to Astarion. Eventual spawn Gale involvement. Wagging the Wizard - OneShot (3k words) Astarion x Gale | Rated E for explicit smut | Fluff and smut Gale proposes puppy play to his partner, Astarion. With Pulp - OneShot (2.7k words) Shadowheart x Astarion | Rated E for explicit smut | Act 1 Canon Shadowheart reluctantly takes Astarion up on a solution to period woes. You'll Never Get Away From Me - OneShot (4.7k words) Ascended Astarion x Original Female Character | Rated E for explicit smut, Non-consent | Post-canon Many years after the fall of the Netherbrain, a descendent of Tav stirs Astarion's feelings for what could have been. Head Games v1.0 - Complete (7/7 chapters) Astarion x Original Female Character | Rated E for explicit smut, Violence | Act 1 Canon Angharad can't stop thinking about the night Astarion drank from her. Follow them with innappropriate use of their tadpoles to share fantasies. *This is being re-worked into a longer piece and incorporating some of my growth over the last year. I'm still very proud of it!

[saturdaysky]

You feel the tadpole quiver as you realize Gale is letting you in.

shakin' off the rust with a wizardly warm-up. also includes a timelapse!

[lolthwoven]

*gasp* guys, LOOK AT THIS

I'm not even joking, this is so damn good and I haven't been able to stop staring at it 🫪

That linework, that lighting... just unreal. @yevyanko is ridiculously talented and really knocked it out of the park with this one ♥️

[ginateeth]

No More Words

Rating: Explicit 18+ Pairings: Jaheira/Khalid Summary: Inspired by the nameday note from Khalid found in Jaheira's basement in BG3. Before the Shadows of Amn, before Gorion's end, there was only them. When Jaheira discovers Khalid has been secretly rewriting their life through poetry—erasing every moment his stutter stole from him—she decides words are stealing her husband away. A raw, tender, and explicit exploration of love, acceptance, and living in the imperfect present.

OneShot Word Count: 2,610 Full fic on AO3

A spotless sky with sun to light our way out of shadows, we rise to meet our dawn. I faced you, love, and spoke unblemished, true, that always haunts my waking memory. “By leaf and root, by moon and mortal fire, I pledge my blade, my breath, my quiet faith. As elven hearts have joined through ages deep, so do I bind my days and nights to yours. No shadow, no cruel blade, no whispered doubt shall part what we have planted here in trust.” You answered soft, and all the world grew still.

Jaheira’s thumb worried the dried teardrops on the parchment, tracing a faint circle into the ink. She could almost see him hunched over the page by candlelight, eyes glistening, lips moving silently as he practiced the flawless words. The image made her chest ache with fierce, protective love.

This was the fifth poem she had found. A reimagining of their wedding day and his vows, unmarred by the exhausting physicality of verbal blocks and repetitions.

The first one, discovered months ago beside a dying campfire, had been a revision of one of their fiercest arguments about the Harpers. She had treasured it then—a rare, unfiltered window into his beautiful mind. But by the third, the pattern had become impossible to ignore.

Her gentle warrior, her quiet storm, her blushing blade was rewriting their history wherever his tongue had failed him, gilding every imperfect moment in false, painless sunlight.

That third poem—the night he first tried to tell her he loved her—had lodged in her like a thorn. In Khalid’s version, the words flowed effortlessly under starlight, his body entwined with hers. In reality, he had trembled against her, mouth opening and closing, the declaration dying into frustrated silence until he hid his face in her neck. She had held him then, patient, aching for him, and whispered that she already knew.

Were it not for the struggle, his blocks and stammers wouldn’t have bothered her in the slightest. If anything, he was her reminder, as if from Silvanus himself, to slow down and listen.

But the sixth poem was what finally drove her to act—the one that reached forward into a future they had not yet earned.

[meanbossart]

Jaheira after a particularly strenuous pilates class with her Bhaalspawn friend.

A panel from page 5 of my Dark Urge x Jaheira comic "UNORDINARY CIRCUMSTANCES"

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[baldurs-writers-3]

BW3's Prompt Meme Collection: Three's Company

Join us in celebrating the 3rd anniversary of the release of Baldur's Gate 3 with a bonanza of fics surrounding the theme of THREE. Three what? Three characters, the dead three, three chosen, threesomes, three scoops of ice cream Astarion is eating--whatever it is, it's up to YOU to decide—and yes, you can make requests without writing, too. This is a prompt meme and is open to all!

This is a chance for us all to throw those characters and moments together into a Prompt Meme collection that can be as off-the-wall or as serious as you want it to be.

What we're hoping to see in this collection is the wide breadth of writers (and artists!) in the Baldur's Gate fandom in a whole. Collection is open for ANY to join, prompt, or claim, and writers will be anonymous until the actual reveal day of the event: August 3rd. (YES ANOTHER THREE!)

Have a specific story you want to include and don't want to wait for someone to prompt it? That's fine—YOU can prompt your own and make the claim.

We'll open the collection for ANY to join, and writers will be anonymous until the actual reveal day of the event: August 3rd.

Join us!

[verawhisk]

hikikomori gale encounters strange things on the (water)deep web

[emperorsgf]

Which is my sage way of saying I am in no danger of forgetting how my husband died. But I choose to remember how he lived.

[ginateeth]

Brackish a BloodWeave fic for MerMay

I'm so pleased to finally share this oneshot.

In a 1920s Faerûn traveling freakshow, Astarion, the Gentleman Geek is sent to fix the sulking merman who’s killing ticket sales. But the creature in the tank isn’t a gaff—he’s Gale, cursed and miserable in freshwater, his voice stolen by a hag.

A loose retelling of Hans Christian Andersen's dark Little Mermaid retelling where two broken things choose each other in a world of cruelty and exploitation.

Full fic on AO3 Oneshot • Rated M • ~5k words GORGEOUS art by @artemismoon12writes ━━━━━━━ ⋆｡°✩ ⋆｡°✩ ━━━━━━━

It was after this show that Astarion resolved to dazzle his Gale with attention, as lovestruck fools have done since the first tides rose.

Just after sunset the following day, he stole away to a library. No one missed the erudite chicken-killer. He read many a myth and clear falsehood, but learned one terribly important fact: merfolk were incredibly sensitive to salinity levels of water. Brackish wouldn’t do. Oceanic was the only way. It was only natural, then, that he deduced the cause of the merman’s unhealthy tail and gills must be the lack of salt in his water. Astarion became a quiet hoarder of salt, the way other men hoard coins or grievances. At first it was small thefts, the sort no one would miss. In a dusty diner outside Riatavin he palmed two shakers while the waitress’s back was turned, the glass grimy with dusted grease against his palm. In a small grocery he slipped a blue box of Morton’s under his coat—the girl in the yellow raincoat smiling up at him like she approved of his small crimes. On a lonely farm road he cracked open a mineral lick meant for cattle and chipped away what he could carry in a handkerchief. Each time he returned to the tank under cover of cicada song or distant thunder, the woolen sack at his hip growing heavier with hopeful ocean. The first night he tried it, he waited until the roustabouts were snoring quietly in their bunks after packing up the tents and props and such. He stole into Gale’s car, balanced on the stool by his tank, chest needlessly heaving, and tipped three sacks of salt into his cramped travel tank. The water bloomed cloudy white for a moment, then cleared. Gale drifted up from the bottom where he had been listlessly pacing in tight laps. His gills—those delicate, tattered fans along neck and ribs—fluttered once, twice. For the first time in weeks, the merman’s shoulders eased. He turned those storm-hazel eyes toward the glass and held them there, studying the pale elf on the other side as though seeing him truly for the first time. His tail gave one slow, deliberate swirl, almost a bow. Astarion settled on the stool and pressed his forehead to the cool tank wall, breath fogging the glass. “There you are,” he whispered, tasting salt on his own lips. “Come back to yourself, stormling.” But salt is a jealous medicine. The freshwater singing fish could not abide it. One by one their bright bodies turned belly-up and floated at the surface like fallen petals.

[ginateeth]

A taste of MerMay

Brackish is part of the Bloodweave MerMay event this year. I had the pleasure of collaborating with an artist and am eager to share her beautiful/haunting work once the collection is revealed on May 30th. For now, here's a little taste of my 1920s Freakshow in Faerûn AU one shot:

He took a long drag from his hand-rolled cigarette, flicked it outside, and stepped into the dim car. The merman was curled in on himself, small and sorry-looking in the guttering light. He’d seen him like this a few times in the early weeks of the run. Hadn’t thought much of it then. Just another broken performer in a tank. He certainly didn’t think he was a genuine merman.

No wonder the crowds were thinning. Melancholy—magnificent or not—didn’t sell tickets.

Astarion approached the glass. “Hello?” he said, and tapped once, lightly.

Nothing.

He sighed, the sound sharp in the quiet car, and tapped again—harder this time. “Murray,” he called. Then, louder, with the particular exhaustion of a man who had already done too many things he did not care to do that day: “MURRAY.”

The lightning came then.

For one bright instant the car lit like a stage. The merman whipped around, eyes catching the storm—hazel, wild, electric—and fixed Astarion with a glare so sharp it could have drawn blood. Sun-browned shoulders. A tail the color of bruised twilight. Gills tattered along neck and ribs. The purple scar sprawling from chest to cheek.

Names are easy things to give when the other mouth cannot argue back, but this time the Gentleman Geek felt something different stir. The merman did not like being called Murray.

“Gale,” he murmured, tasting the word like brine. “You look like a storm come ashore.” The merman swished his tail once, slow and deliberate, as though the new name was more tolerable. But he still paid the pale elf very little mind, curling tighter in on himself.

That was, until the opening night at their next stop.

[bananiii-0]

[ginateeth]

Self-Indulgent Su’Monday

Thanks to @chaushaus for the tag!

This is from a work that will be made public in June for the Juneheira Collab.

For reference: Jaheira has discovered Khalid is using poetry to re-write moments in their lives he feels his stuttering has spoiled.

No More Words

“Khalid.”

He straightened at once, sword forgotten across his knees, face brightening. “Jaheira.”

“I have read them,” she said without preamble, holding up the latest parchment. “All of them. The wedding vows. The argument about the Harpers. The night you first tried to tell me you loved me.” Her voice softened, but only a little. “And now this.”

His ears shifted and flushed crimson. He looked away, jaw tight.

“I d-didn’t mean for you t-to… I only wanted to have the versions that were… better.”

“Better?” Jaheira gave a short, dry laugh that held no real humor. She stepped between his spread thighs, pushing them apart with her knee. “You mean the versions where your tongue does not betray you. Where you are not the man I chose.”

His eyes dropped to the sword.

She exhaled through her nose, then crouched so they were eye-level. One calloused hand rose to cup his scarred cheek, thumb stroking the beautiful scar that marked him, forcing his eyes back to hers.

“Khalid… I do not want the husband who spoke flawless vows beneath a spotless sky. I married the man who stood on a rain-soaked cart, stammering so badly I thought he might give up—and still bound his life to mine with every broken syllable.”

Her voice softened, but the steel beneath it remained.

“This last one hurt to read, Khalid. Beautiful, yes. But you disappear into your words, into worlds where I cannot follow.”

His breath hitched. “I… I know it’s f-foolish. But I thought… if I could just once speak without—with-without this damnable—”

He stopped under the steadfastness of her gaze and set the sword aside.

“I do not need a lion who never faltered. I need the man who fights with, not against, his stutter every day and still chooses to speak. I need you. Here. Now. Not lost in ink and unreachable dreams.”

She took both his hands and guided them under her tunic, pressing his palms flat against the warm bare skin of her ribs. Khalid’s fingers flexed against her sides, pulling her a fraction closer, his cheeks turning that beautiful shade of shy she’d grown rather fond of.

“Stop trying to dam the river, my love. Let it flow through you. Let yourself flow.”

And then we launch into explicit smutty smut smut.

Gentle tags to show your goods to @andithil @alwaysmauria @acrowsrockcollection @lulamillay

[githyankidanky]

sketching while musing on the fantasy on the adventure.. of ROMANCE

[githyankidanky]

[githyankidanky]

jaheira x khalid for kiss prompt #9 a kiss on the ear.

starting in on these. THANKS for sending in requests!

[ginateeth]

Juneheira approaches. And I've got plans for these two...

[meanbossart]

Okay, in a truly historical moment on this blog I can actually say with 100% honesty that it is not what you think.

[junocornkiwi]

"Looks like we'll have a taste of a very fine fish tonight"

since it's not May already

I offer you PrideMonth Gale mermaid 😌💖✨

+ a version without menacingly hovering figure