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You Must Gather Your Party Before Venturing Forth by Ankheg
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
28 May 2026
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(part of a series but is a stand alone work - that's just to keep everything together)
Following Elorin the kind-hearted drow sorcerer through the events of Baldur's Gate 3 as he collects some extra companions. He's desperately trying to leave his past behind him, but it's hard when he's trying to save everyone - especially a deep gnome who knows the drow all too well, a drider he has far too much in common with, and a worshipper of pain he just can't get out of his head.
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- Part 5 of Elorin-verse
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Astarion’s coming to your tent every night with honeyed nothings on his tongue. Trouble is, you’re starting to smell hints of bullshit. The closer y’all get, the further apart you feel. And then there’s the fucking brainworm cult.
These two losers must cheat, stab, and flirt their way to the heart of a cult. And to…whatever it is between them.
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- Part 3 of these two shitheads
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After tripping a mad wizard’s trap, Astarion—now blinded—must navigate the Underdark with Eleanor back to their crew. These two shitheads must cheat, stab, and flirt their way through flooded caves, monsters, and something hunting them in the dark. All while very confusing feelings begin to muddle up Astarion’s Very Simple plan.
Sequel to Feeding Alligators
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- Part 2 of these two shitheads
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Ever since Eira took the first breath of her second life, everything had been about death. Her resurrection left her skin a pale, hypothermic blue— a permanent brand ensuring she would never forget she'd traded her life for necromantic talent. Nobles paid her adoptive family well for it: resurrections, funeral rites, conversations with the dead. Questionable alliances. Even more sinister friends. It earned her family money and respect. It brought Eira nothing but travel— the only freedom afforded to her. Necromancy was hers only because they couldn't take it.
But when she meets a pale elf with some interesting features, studying him is easier than admitting why she sees so much of herself in him.
___This has become the kind of dark, psychologically driven fic I was always hoping to find. They're absolute disasters and I love them so much.
Smutty chapters will be marked with *
We're currently in the middle of Act 2. It's messy over here.
Updates every few days as grad school allows!
Warning: I’m a slut for Gale conflict and jealous/possessive Astarion.
Also you can rip em dashes from my cold, dead hands. Enjoy. <3
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At the Shambali Monastery, it is customary for everyone to lend a hand. Human residents and Omnics work together, and tasks are distributed fairly. Unfortunately, this gives you and Ramattra a headache, because what are you - the monastery's cook - supposed to do with a grumpy Ravager as your kitchen assistant?
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"I am not without my faults." When you catch up with Ramattra, his voice is less cold than before. You feel a little sorry for calling him arrogant - it's not like he chose kitchen duty. And to be honest, he'd probably be better off in the archives! "But I think it's an exaggeration to call me arrogant."
"We all have to work on ourselves a lot," you agree. "And we have to do things we don't like. But let's be honest -" You give him a sideways glance, which he deftly ignores. "Sometimes you think you're better than the rest of us, don't you?"
"I-" At first he seems to miss the soft, playful undertone in your voice, but then he relents. "Like I said, I'm not without my faults."