Taylor | 30âs | She/Her | 18+ MDNI | Mostly BG3/Astarion. Sometimes Tom DeLonge and Emmrich Volkarin. | My main Tav is Andromeda Greenleaf, a Wood Elf Bard.
Hi, Iâm Taylor! Welcome to my blog! The majority of my posting is screenshots Iâve taken of my BG3 runs, focusing mostly on my OC Andromeda and Astarion (BloodRose). I love them both very much. đŠ¸đĽâ¤ď¸
I donât mind if you use my screenshots for things, just please ask first and credit me if you do! â¤ď¸
đŠ¸AO3 | Bluesky đĽ
đŠ¸The Melancholy Bard (18+ MDNI)đĽ
Astarion finds himself frequently annoyed and intrigued by Andromeda, the melancholy bard that is leading their little band of misfits on their Illithid adventure. He thinks her weak and an easy target for manipulation, however, as he gets to know her, he realizes just how wrong he is and also that he might actually be developing feelings for her.
đŠ¸The Melancholy Bard Masterpost | The Melancholy Bard Playlist đĽ
đŠ¸I Think I Might Push My Luck With You (18+ MDNI)đĽ
In a modern AU, Astarion meets Andromeda, a bartender and aspiring musician. While he finds her rather annoying at first, the more time he spends with the troubled woman, the more he realizes that he just might want to push his luck and let himself fall in love.
đŠ¸Modern AU Masterpost | Modern AU Playlist đĽ
𩸠Whatâs in a Name? |đĽ A Little Reconnaissance |𩸠A Bit of Fun in the Underdark (18+ MDNI) |đĽ The Amulet |𩸠Comfort |đĽ Feeling a Little Melancholy |𩸠New Beginnings |đĽ The Gift |𩸠A Little's Enough |đĽ We Fell in Love in October (Modern AU) |𩸠I'm Finding Heaven in Your Skin (Modern AU, 18+ MDNI) | đĽ Cozy December 2025 (Modern AU)
đŠ¸BloodRose Playlist | BloodRose Original Composition đĽ
𩸠Art đĽ
𩸠Andromeda and Astarion Illustration |đĽ Andromeda Edit |𩸠Andromeda and Astarion Illustration |đĽ Andromeda and Astarion 3D Render|đŠ¸Modern AU Illustration |đĽBloodRose Edit |đŠ¸Fall Chibi Drawing |đĽPumpkin Carving |đŠ¸Short Rest |đĽAndromeda & Mavka |đŠ¸BloodRose Render
Catch Me If You Can: Autumn in New York - upcoming clothing mod
So the reason I learned how to mod was to be self-indulgent and bring outfits from my fics into the game. And I'm finally able to do that, so what better way to inaugurate it than with my pride and joy, Catch Me If You Can. As one friend put it: "I've bled for this fic" and it will always hold a special place in my heart.
Because of this story, I have also made some dear friends, the first of whom was @arafel0194 . Our shared love for noir and '50s fashion was the catalyst for our friendship, so I'm very excited to create this mod as part of a collab with her, who has also taught me everything I know.
Chapter 17: And Praying to Gods I Don't Believe in for a Sign
Summary: Astarion hasn't heard from Andromeda since the morning after the night at the Maid, and he does his best to pretend he's not worried.
Pairing: Astarion x f!Tav (named)
Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)
Word Count: ~7.1K
Chapter Song: Reasons Not to Die (Demo) by Ryn Weaver
A/N: This chapter is another really tough one, so please take care with it. â¤ď¸ All credit to Ryn Weaver for the song lyrics referenced in this one. I did my best to edit, but I'm sure I missed something so I do apologize if there are any typos/errors. I really, really hope you enjoy and thank you so much for reading! â¤ď¸
Read on AO3 | Divider by @/thecutestgrotto
Astarion drummed his fingers on his wooden desk, waiting for the files he just opened to load. The urge to look at his phone was almost over-powering him, but he resisted it. Not to mention the fact that he had looked at it less than ten minutes prior and it hadnât buzzed since he last picked it up.
It wasnât like Andromeda to ignore him.
He wanted to tell himself that it was fine. To just be done with her and not give a shit.
But he couldnât do that.
Maybe he could have a few months ago. Maybe even a few weeks ago. But not anymore.
Astarion was at the point where he couldnât deny that he had feelings for the annoying, quirky, frustrating, beautiful, and wonderful bartender. She was quite possibly the most adorable person heâd ever met, and she was kinder than anyone he had ever known.
But he couldnât act on his feelings.
No matter how much he liked her and enjoyed being around her, he couldnât allow himself to pursue her.
For one, he had very blatantly told her that he was not interested in her. Heâd been quite rude about it. For another, he was far too fucked up and tainted to be with someone like her. She was good and sweet, and was absolutely everything he wasnât and could never be.
He wanted to be. Within reason, because sometimes he enjoyed being petty, but he wished he could be more put together and worthy of someone like her.
A knock on his door jolted him out of his thoughts. âCome in,â he said quickly, looking up in just enough time to see Naoise walking into the room carrying a huge stack of folders.
âHi, Astarion. I have some files for you.â Her smile was tight and apologetic.
âSome files?â
She grimaced as she sent the folders down with a firm thud on the desk in front of him. âSome,â she said. She paused. âYou know, if youâre free tonight, a few of us are going to the Maid after work for happy hour. You should come.â
He tried not to groan, knowing that would come across as rude. He didnât want to be. He just had no interest in spending time with her outside of work and he didnât want to get her hopes up. A couple years before, he would have strung her along, fucked her until she loved him, and then dumped her without a second thought because he had no interest in anything real because he didnât deserve anything real.
He still didnât believe he deserved anything real, but there was only one person he wanted it with.
âNo, thank you,â he said, giving the screen of his phone a tap. No texts. âI have an appointment after work.â
It wasnât a lie. He did have his therapy session.
Naoise nodded. âAlright, well, if you change your mind, Iâm sure weâll be there for a while.â
He nodded, but was already slipping on his glasses to pretend he was reading what she had given him. The air was thick and awkward while she waited for just a hair too long before sighing and walking out the door.
Even if he hadnât been interested in Andromeda, he truthfully was not interested in making his life more complicated by sleeping with someone he worked with. He might have done that in the past, but he didnât want to be that man anymore.
Spending a large chunk of the afternoon burying himself in new documents about his current case, Astarion finally found himself in a position where he was able to tear his eyes away from his phone for a little while. Andromeda was still present in his mind, but he didnât really have the time to keep checking his phone like a lovesick puppy. He had deadlines to meet.
When the end of his work day rolled around, he didnât have time to check his phone then either, immediately having to dart out so he could make it to his therapy session with Zevlor.
He knew he should have come clean to Zevlor about his revelations about his feelings for Andie during their session, but when the tiefling asked him how things had been with her, he found himself simply saying âfineâ and shrugging his shoulders. He hadnât said a word to anyone about how much he liked her.
If he said it out loud, it would be real. But if no one knew, he could simply be miserable on his own time and pretend the feelings didnât exist.
By the time his session ended, he was feeling more on edge than not because Andromeda still hadnât responded when he pulled out his phone to get an Uber home. He tried to tell himself that it didnât matter. That it was fine if she didnât want to talk to him. She was, after all, not talking to Gale either.
