#baldursgte

[bloodtwin]

@baldursgte   ➤   CONTINUED  FROM  HERE

She'd  been  spouting  nonsense  again.  It  amazed  him  how  oblivious  Seraphina  was  to  her  own  foolishness  ;  there  was  something  almost  dazzling  about  how  she  dug  her  own  grave  as  if  it  were  boosting  her  rather  than  dropping  her  six  feet  underground.

Puck  had  already  begun  to  plot  her  demise.  There  were  almost  too  many  options  to  choose  from.  While  she'd  yapped  at  him,  he'd  rotated  in  his  mind  the  possibility  of  using  her  bones  for  a  throne  --  of  reducing  her  to  nothing  more  than  the  seat  of  where  power  was  held.  It  could  be  a  humbling  experience  for  her.  Character  building.  His  blood  ran  hot  at  the  idea,  arousal  taking  hold  of  his  mind.  So,  he  kissed  her  before  it  grew  any  stronger.

There  was  something  intentional  about  the  way  Seraphina  latched  onto  his  wrist,  but  Puck  ignored  the  warning  in  favor  of  seeing  what  she  would  do.  The  lightning  surged  up  his  arm,  forcing  a  grunt  of  pain  from  his  lips,  but  that  was  the  only  show  of  discomfort  he  allowed  her  to  witness  as  he  yanked  his  hand  back.

He  was  already  laughing  by  the  time  the  kiss  broke.  His  arm  twitched,  but  he  shook  it  out  &  the  jolt  of  pain  ended  as  abruptly  as  it  arrived.  His  grin  grew  wider.

❝  Hm,  you  should  say  something  worth  my  time,  then.  Something  not  so  astoundingly  vapid.  How  about  this:  you  continue  what  I  assume  is  meant  to  be  your  attempt  at  entertaining  me,  &  I  kiss  you  when  I  get  bored  of  it  again  ?   ❞

[the-lunarvoid]

ℭ𝔬𝔯𝔳𝔲𝔰 a baldur's gate 3 fanfiction

CORVID (cor·vid, noun) — from corvus, 'raven' or 'crow.' Forgotten druidic traditions hold the corvid as a threshold creature: a bridge between the living and the dead. Others name them tricksters, omens, shadows, thieves. Though others think of them as birds, and nothing more.

Astarion didn't intend for this to happen. It was supposed to be one night to feel normal, anonymous, just another face in some grime-ridden poor excuse for a tavern. And then there was a gnome, gods help him. A gnome with a voice she had no business having, a face he couldn't look away from, and a body that - no. No. Absolutely not. And yet, two years after saving this godsdamned city, he found the only person who would change his unlife enough to make it feel like something he lived in instead of survived through. Romance | Domesticity | Loss | Adventure | Character study | World building | FR Lore/BG3 Lore Faithful | Post-BG3 Setting | Gnomes (a lot of gnomes)

✯ pairing: astarion x gnome oc (not tav) ✯ rating: [E] (note: the explicit rating will make more sense as the story progresses, presently it would be better framed as M) ✯ status: ongoing | updated [7/9/26]

☾ chapter: [1] — [Prologue: Volo's Guide to the Absolute Adversaries - Ch 3] ☾ word count: [2566] ❖ cw: none

☾ chapter: [2] — [ELEASIS 27TH, 1494] ☾ word count: [7210] ❖ cw: none

☾ chapter: [3] — [Where Baldur's Gate Forgets to Breathe] ☾ word count: [2444] ❖ cw: none

☾ chapter: [4] — [Heapside] ☾ word count: [4074] ❖ cw: brief self-harm ideation

☾ chapter: [5] — [First Time] ☾ word count: [7544] ❖ cw: loss of virginity, referenced: past sexual coercion, past sexual slavery

☾ chapter: [6] — [A Proper Beginning] ☾ word count: [2908] ❖ cw: referenced abuse, self-harm scars, dissociative episodes

☾ chapter: [7] — [A Tenday Apart - Pt 1] ☾ word count: [3497] ❖ cw: trauma flashbacks, self pleasure

☾ chapter: [8] — [A Tenday Apart - Pt 2] ☾ word count: [4430] ❖ cw: none

☾ chapter: [9] — [A Tenday Apart - Pt 3] ☾ word count: [5151] ❖ cw: emotional breakdown, self-neglect

☾ chapter: [10] — [The Twelfth Day] ☾ word count: [4622] ❖ cw: grief, self-neglect

☾ chapter: [11] — [Rosemary, Bergamot, & Brandy] ☾ word count: [4226] ❖ cw: emotional breakdown

☾ chapter: [12] — [Uninvited, As Always] ☾ word count: [3908] ❖ cw: none

☾ chapter: [13] — [A Date at the Elfsong] ☾ word count: [7943] ❖ cw: none

☾ chapter: [14] — [The Pale Elf] ☾ word count: [4854] ❖ cw: referenced childhood trauma, referenced grief

☾ chapter: [15] — [Sunlight] ☾ word count: [3905] ❖ cw: none

☾ chapter: [16] — [Hunger] ☾ word count: [5667] ❖ cw: exsanguination

☾ chapter: [17] — [White Hair & Hazel Eyes.] ☾ word count: [7419] ❖ cw: infertility grief, referenced child abuse, referenced parental death

☾ chapter: [18] — [House Ancunín] ☾ word count: [4325] ❖ cw: none

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[pecatus]

@baldursgte 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭.

And this was why he still engaged with her even after everything. He knew that Shadowheart would never disappoint, never back away from a challenge. A smile made its way onto his lips as he listened to the quickening of her heartbeat. She was probably a fantastic liar to the average person; it was almost a shame her heartbeat gave her away.

"Oh, darling-" he hummed as he reached up to place a finger under her chin, "I could kill anyone I want for food, and I could tell you all my favorite lines if I really thought that's why you came all this way to see me." Astarion stated as he curiously searched her gaze, wondering what was actually going on in that head of hers, "I think you're here because you're wondering what could have been, what sensations you missed out on all those nights in camp." He hummed as he leaned closer to her, "Or is there another reason for your visit, my dear?"

[sanguinisa]

@baldursgte gets a shameless gift ;;

She is glorious. Last Light Inn sits in ruins, the dead scattered and claimed by the shadow curse, and Nan has been gifted this -- this shape, this power. Nothing will ever quell her hunger, not if a thousand good men and women lay at her feet, but it is enough for now. A single brazier remains, the last thing keeping the darkness at bay, and there in its light stands her. Glorious, perfect, blood-splattered her.

For once, Nan doesn't wait for a command. She pounces, one viciously clawed hand large enough for force Seraphina to the ground and pin her by the waist. A second toys at her throat, feeling the thin, delicate skin. The other two dig into the ground, stabilizing her. She cannot be moved, cannot be fought. Not easily, at any rate.

Spittle drips from fangs as long as a man's forearm, mandibles sharp as knives. She tries to speak, but a vicious, low growl is the only noise her throat can make. Seraphina has always been smaller than herself, but this is something else. She looks so delicate. A sweet little twig that would snap the second Nan cared to break her.

[mvndrvke]

@baldursgte : we've got another problem.

"Ugh, again? Now?" Astarion whines, getting up and exiting his tent with a sour expression on his face. He holds up a finger. "If this is anything to do with something that is not directly my problem, I'm going back to bed. What's the problem?"

[wcrshipcr]

@baldursgte con . from here x .

though   the   darkness   behind   veiled   eyes   denied   him   the   sight   of   whatever   expression   might   have   taken   hold   of   astarion’s   face   ,   the   tiefling   needed   little   confirmation   .   (   he   could   feel   it   -   taste   it   ,   the   embarrassment   .   .   .   the   silent   defeat   )   .   both   men   knew   where   the   power   lay   .   the   dark   urge   ,   all   but   holding   all   the   cards   .   tugging   on   a   leash   that   had   until   now   ,   remained   hidden   .   a   thought   lingered   ,   (   rich   and   indulgent   on   his   tongue   )   .   enough   to   push   ,   to   prod   ,   to   draw   it   out   just   a   little   more   .

❝   .   .   .   what   a   delightful   thought   ,   astarion   .   ❞   his   head   inclined   slightly   ,   that   small   smirk   lingering   ,   (   twisted   and   sickly   )   .   the   campfire’s   low   glow   clung   to   him   ,   casting   him   in   a   light   that   felt   almost   infernal   in   nature   .   ❝   go   on   ,   then   .   beg   .   i’ve   yet   to   decide   whether   i   drive   a   stake   through   your   heart   .   ❞   a   slight   twitch   of   the   dark   urge's   fingers   was   all   the   indication   needed   -   restraint   ,   held   thin   ,   (   a   barking   dog   on   a   ripping   leash   )   simply   wishing   to   see   the   vampire   beg   and   plead   .   there   was   a   certain   pleasure   in   it   .   one   that   lingered   dangerously   close   to   the   thrill   of   murder   itself   .   (   control   )   .

[natureswarden]

How are we not there yet? My feet are killing me. (halsin gets to listen to astarion complain <3)

As much as he tried not to judge a book by its cover, if someone asked who in their company he thought would struggle the most with traveling long distances on foot, Halsin would probably choose Astarion as his first choice. On the surface, the smaller elf struck him as a bit high maintenance. And, as a vampire, long treks in the sunlight were wholly alien to him and, in the city, he doubted he needed to skulk far to find victims...

He slowed down, falling from near the front of their pack to the back where the vampire lagged behind. " Would you like me to carry you, Astarion? " A half joke, but if he replied in the affirmative, he would make good on his offer. " I could even Wild Shape into a bear and you could ride on my back, if you'd like. "

[stabsilk]

that’s none of your concern. (seraphina)

"mm-- no, i think it's plenty my concern, girl."

seraphina has two inches on amma, but the way amma lifts her chin and glowers at the elf, the difference shrinks to nothing. a sneer settles into the lines beside her mouth.

amma does not trust, as a matter of course. trusting people in her line of work is suicidally stupid. the tadpole has forced her to trust people anyway. naive, foolish, insufferable people she would sooner see off to the bottom of the sea. there is a certain amount of cooperation needed for an adventuring party to succeed; amma knows that, and can do that. but there is an infinitely greater amount of cooperation needed to not fall victim to the worm. they have to learn to trust each other from the inside out.

she hates it.

but that's life, right now.

the memory she saw of seraphina's was dark and bloody, and vicious, full of savage delight-- a more common memory than most people think-- but something about it still pricks her suspicion. something at the edges, something she can't name or see the shape of. but she knows it's there.

(she worries that it's in her memories, too.)

"either you can tell me what that was, or i will crack your skull and find it for myself."