[setsunanoroi]

@mrfancyfoot

Well, been a while since I posted here. I decided to start posting my Baldur's Gate 3 stuff here and I'm starting with some Kinktober prompts provided by MrFancyFoot, found here: https://www.tumblr.com/mrfancyfoot/794078063448162304/bg3-kinktober-2025-prompt-list First prompt is Battle Kink, staring Gale and a sorceress Tav named Evelyn. Please enjoy.

[feyspeaker]

oldschool babey 😎 prints | patreon

[setsunanoroi]

This is so good, I'm crying.

[arianiziolek]

Iron Throne episode

[tenderwatches]

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

[tenderwatches]

now for all your bodily perception needs

[setsunanoroi]

FUCKING YES!!!

[setsunanoroi]

A piece I had commissioned years ago for a cover art piece for my The Hobbit fanfiction, "The (Quite Accidental) Courting of Dwarves". It was made by the lovely Madam Sharky on twitch. I'm posting it here because for some reason the cover keeps disappearing from Ao3 and I'm hoping linking it from tumblr will fix it.

Link to the fic, in case anyone is interested in reading it.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[cactusmisslittle]

It's been too long since I've posted something truly unhinged here*, so here, have Gale having really weird weave sex with the ghost of a dragon.

*I say, having posted lich porn the other night

Warnings: smut, sex without a corporeal form, monsterfucking

The pairing is Gale/Miirym. If you don't know who she is, do yourself a favour and look her up, she is delightful and deserves the world.

“Silly wizard,” a voice echoed fondly in his mind, “You say you want to become one in the Weave, and yet you try to shape your essence into a body.”

***

Gale could feel the vestigial shudders of his physical body even as his consciousness slipped out of it and into the Weave itself, familiar and yet entirely different. Even in her weakened state, the air around Miirym thrummed with power like shockwaves radiating from her. He could feel himself waver under the intensity of it, arousal crawling its way into his core the same way it had... before. And yet, when he sought Mirrym out to try to reciprocate, to offer her pleasure, worship, he couldn’t find her. He could feel her presence, certainly, but all he could see as he looked around was a thick fog.

It was then that Gale saw her, or rather, realized what he was looking at to begin with. Her essence had dispersed. She was everywhere, all around him, cradling him in the wholeness of her own self. He looked down at the form he had naturally carved for himself, able to modify it, sure, but still trapped in the barriers of the shape he chose. Miirym’s own consciousness, formless as it was, still never penetrated his own. She curled in thin wisps around what would be his skin, waiting.

He willed himself to concentrate despite the desire thrumming through him. He tried to spread himself out the same way that she had, only to hesitate as soon as his features began to fade. Loathe to admit it as he was, he was out of his depth. Miirym was right, he had only ever made an approximation of physical sex in this form. He had no idea how he could serve her without any kind of appendages or a mouth, certainly not in the way that she deserved.

“I don’t know I can give you what it is you’re looking for,” he confessed at length, and felt a soft tingling, like a cold caress, against his cheek.

“I know that you can.” Inside his mind, Gale could hear her smiling. “Let go. I will catch you.”

Gale hesitated once more, then acquiesced, loosening his concentration and allowing his mind to merely float. Immediately, he could feel his essence merging with hers, could feel her permeating every part of him. As promised, somehow, she held him. Swirling energy kept him from dissipating too far, kept him safe even as his focus grew bleary. She was like a cool mist seeping into his mind, soothing over every thought that bubbled to the surface until all he knew was her.

“Very good.” Her praise was everywhere now, like vibrations echoing through him, and he wasn’t quite sure if he was making any noises in this state, but he knew she could feel his pleasure from the low purr he received in return. “I told you that you could manage it.”

But I’m not doing anything, Gale wanted to argue. But the thought died as quickly as it appeared, replaced by overwhelming need as he was filled, claimed in ways he couldn’t even comprehend.

“You are doing exactly what I told you to. You have already impressed me, little wizard. Now allow me to take care of what is mine.”

Hers. Arousal and emotion flooded him in equal measure, repeating her words again and again in his mind, even if he knew she could hear it too. All he cared about was floating in her embrace, allowing her to caress his soul from the inside out.

[mein-liebling]

More Gortash banters! I need him in party so badly

Gortash: I've been meaning to ask: what's it like to ride a dragon?

Laezel: I don't know. I rejected Vlaakith before I got mine

Gortash: Oh, come on. Didn't you practice riding them in creche?

Laezel: No.

Gortash: Even githyanki don't get dragons right away. And some say that this world is good

Gortash: It's funny, your father can't breathe because he's so noble, and at the same time his son is making a deal with the Cambion.

Gortash: I always knew there had to be a twist in "Blade of the Frontier."

Wyll: I did this to protect the people. You wouldn't understand.

Gortash: I got the Lord's title for "protecting our fair city," remember?… and don't tell me that's all you got out of it.

Wyll: It's up to you, "lord."

Gortash: I'm lucky I don't have kids.

Gortash: You know, Astarion, you'd make a good bainite. You understand the meaning of power, control…

Astarion: You're not a priest to offer to talk about the "Black hand of Lord Bane".

Gortash: I mean, you'd be high up in our hierarchy, and I could use a handy man like you.

Astarion: Need I remind you what happened to the last person who could use a 'handy man' like me?

Gortash: Point taken

Gale: How's life in hell?

Gortash: Hot. Stuffy. And there are souls howling over my ear, which is annoying at times.

Gale: That doesn't sound very pleasant.

Gortash: Well, it's still better than some of the balls in high places. From hell, at least you can escape

Shadowheart: So you're saying you knew our leader before all this?

Gortash: Of course. We were doing the usual friendly things: visiting each other, planning to take over the world, and killing people in between.

Shadowheart: Yeah. Sure.

Gortash: I'm kidding.

Gortash: I'm the only one who's been visiting.

Halsin: You should be ashamed of what you're doing.

Gortash: And you should bow to me since I'm an archduke. As you can see, neither is happening.

Halsin: I can't believe they'd actually let you into party after all you've done.

Gortash: I'm being kind, you know. Though I doubt anyone in your forests was taught what "progress" is and what it's worth

Laezel: About your interest in dragons…

Gortash: It is definitely based on an understanding of what a powerful weapon they are.

Gortash: As sole ruler, I would like something large, winged, and capable of torching all my enemies in addition to my steel watch.

Laezel: I was going to say that after we'll free Orpheus I might let you pet one of the dragons, but now I think you'll be fine without it.

Gortash: Wait, what? Will you give it to me for long? I can lend one of my watchers in return.

[mein-liebling]

Some Gortash headcanon banters, because we need it

Gale: About your Steel watch... Can you speak through it?

Gortash: And "watch", too. I don't usually see anything interesting, though, so it's more for fun.

Gale: You have a interesting view of fun.

Gortash: Don't worry, wizard, I didn't spied your party through the watchers. You make so much noise, I could do it just from my office window.

Wyll: Your parents... I can't imagine anyone capable of such cruelty to their own child

Gortash: It's not your business.

Wyll: But all I wanted to do was--

Gortash: Wyllric Ulder Ravengard, one more word and I'll kill a random slave just so you'll stop pretending to understand me.

Wyll: A monster after all.

Gortash: That's better.

Gortash: I've been meaning to ask. Your sword, it's Gith-made, isn't it?

Laezel: No, I will not let you study my sword.

Gortash: How could you think that! I'm just trying to get to know my dear friend's new companions!

Gortash: ...and what about the crossbow?

Shadowheart: So what was Ketheric like?

Gortash: Dead? Ah, though that's not saying anything in your party.

Astarion: That's very kind of you.

Gortash: Suffering for his daughter, suffering for his wife, suffering that we made a little joke of him... Didn't he also suffer when he died?

Shadowheart: Don't tell me you're feeling sorry for him.

Gortash: It's just so monotonous. I was hoping he'd surprise me before he died

Gortash: So what about the dragon under the city?

Laezel: It does not obey the githyanki and will likely burn you all. I will be saddling it.

Gortash: Oh no, no, my dear, the city is mine, so the dragon belongs to me as well. I will be its rider.

Wyll: You do know he's intelligent and unlikely to want to ride you, don't you?

Gortash: Remind me to put your father back in the Iron Throne when we get back, okay?

Astarion: And how many years did you spend in House of Hope?

Gortash: Nine years, four months and five days

Astarion: What admirable accuracy.

Gortash: I have a talent for math.

[itsanambush]

Durge x Gortash first night out.

[merrinla]

Art for Baldur's Gate III Vinyl

by Magdalena Katańska

[magspeaches]

[infernaldaydreams]

Expectation is the currency of fools

I spent it on you,

I spent it on you

[infernaldaydreams]

👁

[worst-room]

extra funny

[kawareo]

Your average meeting of the Dead Three

I think I talked too much about just how grossly they kiss but did not make it clear enough. Right in front of Ketheric's salad, too.

[darkurgediaries]

Lets talk about Stillmaker, Durge’s other canon blade

Okay, so we already know that Durge had the Bloodthirst dagger which was created from Bhaal’s own blood and carried by his chosen.

But there is another dagger in the game you can find that also canonically belonged to Durge, Stillmaker.

We see Stillmaker portrayed in Dark Urge’s official artwork, and it’s also Durge’s blade in Idle Champions, as you can see.

I’ve noticed that Stillmaker matches Bloodthirst in design, but it is conspicuously green, as opposed to every other Bhaalian weapon I’ve seen which are red.

You know who else’s canon weapon has the same green coloring? Gortash. And who is the color green associated with? Bane. Stillmaker looks like it was made in the same design to Gortash’s crossbow.

I posit then, that being close to one another as they were, Gortash either made or commissioned Stillmaker to match with Bloodthirst and gifted it to Durge. It’s far more his style in looks, and I feel it’s something he would have done as he describes Durge as his nearest and dearest, and we know they worked very closely together and admired one another.

It truly makes my Durgetash heart flutter!

EDIT: Here is a close up of the weapons together in game!

EDIT #2: We were discussing on discord yesterday, Orin would have of course kept the Bloodthirst blade after dispatching Durge because it’s made of Bhaal’s blood and carried by his Chosen, but she would not have wanted some sugary gift from her sibling’s Ex and probably tossed it away and Dolor ended up with it, and that’s how it ended up in his stash.

EDIT #3: @arikandkade made an EXCELLENT addition to this theory and I’m adding it because it’s just such great information, thank you so much for this info!

[kawareo]

YOUNG GORTASH ANIMATIC FINISHED AT LAST!

My ramble about it is in the description ^v^

This was meant to be for the end of @gortash-week but uh. I'm extremely late lmao. Day 7 I guess?

And the idea is very loosely based on @bharv 's wonderful fic Clever Boy, I just expanded it into a small part of a greater escape plan!