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I was forced to become the party leader and all I got was this lousy tadpole by PotatoadSalat
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
28 Dec 2025
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If you had asked Zephyr a few days ago what he would expect to be doing today, he had no clue what he would've answered - primarily because he didn't remember who he was a few days ago. Somehow, he had a sneaking suspicion that his answer wouldn't be that he expected to get kidnapped onto a nautiloid, break free of said nautiloid, go into an overgrown ruin to fight off bandits and undead, meet a strange corpse guy who spoke only in riddles, then fight off a small band of goblins from a grove of druids and half-promise to find their archdruid, who was likely held prisoner at the attacking group of goblin's camp.
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Either way, today, he would say he was exhausted.
On my third run in BG3, I decided to play as the Dark Urge and write down the adventure. Despite the title, it's not crack and I try to be somewhat serious, I just hate making up titles.
Insert obligatory "this is my first fic, and I'm not a native English speaker" here.
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As Neuvillette struggles to place himself firmly in society, being malleable as is with his Sovereignty intact and form so very altered, he wrestles with growing affections for Wriothesley. Perhaps love and the realization that he isn't so alone are what coax a dragon from its isolated abode...
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16 Apr 2026
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Varka's mouth curves slightly. His finger traces another slow circle against the glass, deliberate now, no pretense left in it. The flame trembles under the motion.
“I won’t lie,” he says, voice low, easy in a way that isn’t entirely innocent anymore, “I have a lot of questions. I thought this was me showing restraint.”
“Restraint,” Flins repeats, unbelieving – but there’s a strain threading through it now, subtle, tightening. “If that’s what you call it.”
Varka’s thumb drifts higher along the curve, unhurried, testing the reaction again, watching it closely. “And what would unrestrained look like?”Varka and Flins are supposed to be watching for the Wild Hunt. Instead, they watch each other.
or, Varka is curious about Flins's true form.
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06 Apr 2026
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“In a few hours, or perhaps by tomorrow, the moon will reach its closest point to Teyvat. What I ask is that you allow me to see it.” There was rawness in his tone, as if this were a wish he had longed to fulfill for years. “Walk with me beyond this lighthouse. Be my shield when people surround us; you will speak for me when others call to me, you will not reveal what I am, nor my name.” His yellow eyes locked onto Varka’s, who could not look away. “And you will not leave my side that night.”
“So… that is?”
“Yes.” Flins watched him, waiting. “When that night draws to its end, the debt shall be settled. You will return me here, and will never seek me again.”
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14 Mar 2026
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The Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, faced with an enemy unseen in Teyvat for a thousand years, had quite a lot on his plate. The Abyss encroached on his beloved Mondstadt’s borders. Badly injured from Abyssal attacks, all he could do was keep to his office and lose his mind, when out of nowhere a fae calling himself ‘The Azure Flame’ emerged, offering his help in repelling the Abyssal invasion in exchange for… something. Varka had an inkling of what this something might just be, judging from his rather flirty behavior, but how could he hand himself over to the Azure Flame, when his heart already belonged to his fiancé, Kyryll?
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13 Mar 2026
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In this world, the first words your soulmate speaks to you are tattooed on your skin from birth.
Wriothesley hears his on the day he stands - a ragged, scrawny teenager, his hands still feeling the sticky warmth of another’s blood - in the middle of a world he’d only ever seen in newspapers. And looking down on him was a divinity... dressed in elegant robes, with hair the color of moonlight on water.
In that moment, Wriothesley swore an oath to himself that he would not utter a single word in reply. After all, what right did he have to taint this divinity with his own filth?
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