#larkstarion

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Thank you thank you thank you endlessly @viklooud for bringing Lark x Astarion to life in such a tender, beautiful piece with your absolutely AMAZING art🖤

(I'm screaming, crying, screeching and climbing walls)

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Thank you thank you thank you @suwisuwii 🖤

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WIP Whenever(>'-'<)

Thank you so much for the tags, @rubyeyebabybat @hellethil @vividiana @alliskit @toomanyfamiliars and anyone else who tagged me and i missed the notification for it(┬┬﹏┬┬)

Here is something that will be part of my upcoming longfic that will be published after CIBG is finished- another Larkstarion story, this time set during the events of the game!

Putting it under the cut because. MDNI

And there she stood, that freak of a bard who somehow had become this ragtag group’s leader, her honey-blonde hair that reached her hips sopping wet, dripping on the floor of his tent. One foot in, one foot still outside, she hesitated at the sight of him. He couldn’t blame her, of course. It was not an opportune moment for her to catch him with his hand around his cock. How many times had Astarion done this, to himself, voluntarily? He could have counted it on the fingers of one hand. It surely had to have something to do with the events of that night: his first time, first time in two hundred years, tasting the blood of a thinking creature. Her blood. The Three-Heart Mouse, she called herself. Ridiculous. That was par for the course, though, as far as bards went. Astarion felt inclined to not think of her in such petty terms, all of the sudden. She had done him a great favor, after all. “I couldn’t sleep… Woozy,” she mumbled in that clipped way of hers. A different creature might have struggled to hear her. She didn’t look ashamed, didn’t try to turn her face away; didn’t even so much as blush. But there was a barely noticeable darkening of her eyes. They just stared at each other for way too long. Her blinking at him, small mouth rounded as if stuck on a forgotten syllable. Him blinking back at her, desire not entirely cooled down, fresh blood coursing through his veins. She disturbed the others with her too-intense stares in contrast to her disproportionately indifferent tone, her toothy grins at inappropriate moments, he knew. Her movements, like a puppet, way too flexible; as if she was dancing around the world, one skip at a time. But Astarion knew now, she was fragile too- she could bleed. And she was delicious. It was the self-appointed mouse that broke the awkward silence, pressing on each word as if making sure the ground underneath is stable enough to carry their weight as she said: “I can help you with that.”

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Just wanted to share a commission (a masterpiece) I received today from the amazing @leviahthanart 🖤

My vision for this was for it to be a sort of "cover" image for Can I Be Good? and Marina took my idea and made it into something so, so much more perfect than I ever could have imagined.

Thank you so much🖤

To read Can I Be Good? on Tumblr | AO3

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First Snippet/WIP of 2026🖤

HELLO EVERYNYAN!!!

I'm alive, and I'm slowly but surely hacking away at chapter 16 of CIBG!!! Numerous friends tagged me on wip and snippet posts in the past few months and I'm sorry that I haven't been able to share much, but I finally have more to share, and I'm very excited for this chapter, so I hope you enjoy!! Thank you to the lovely people who have tagged me recently, @strixamans @njuta @alliskit @rubyeyebabybat and @roguishcat ! Thank you to everyone who has not given up on me🖤 AND OF COURSE, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!🖤🖤🖤

When Jaheira told him Minthara was a difficult person, Astarion hadn't exactly known what she meant. It is with an incredible degree of irritation that he realizes now that Minthara is a difficult person because she is, in fact, quite similar to him in the way she operates her business. He will have to thank Jaheira for this one later. "Are you sure, then, that there isn't anything else you can tell me about her?" Minthara asks him as they stand side by side under the rain, right outside the abandoned warehouse a forty-five minute drive north of the city. It's dark, and Astarion isn't happy about the state of his hair. "Just like I told you the other six times you asked," he says through a forced smile, gritting his teeth, "Yes, I'm sure." "Hmph." Astarion wonders if the drow ever smiles. Or feels any emotion other than annoyance. "This is where they congregate," she says, lowering her voice as they start walking toward the building. There doesn't seem to be any lights on inside, but he also knows that Araj and her minions would not need any. They're hiding, after all. "The chemist is preparing something. A potion." "I could have told you that without any of this," Astarion whispers. Minthara stops in her tracks abruptly to shoot him a furious look, almost making him run into her. "I've been familiar with the inability of jaluk to listen for a long time, but you seem to go above and beyond in that regard, lordling," she spits. Great. He's paying to be insulted in Undercommon, now. Before he can retort, the sound of different voices coming from the entrance to the warehouse freeze both of them in place. Minthara, as difficult as she can be, is also quick, and crouches under one of the windows on their lefthand side, gesturing for Astarion to do the same. He hides next to her, ears perked up. As Minthara told him on their way here, there are a lot more questionable things going on in there than Araj extorting a few lowly vampire spawns for her own sick fantasies. If she is right, then— That vile wretch is building an army. The voices start quieting down. "Do you know what kind of potion she's preparing, then?" "She has your lover's blood, does she not?" Minthara asks back. The word lover rings in his mind— not… unpleasant. New. He's had lovers, more than he can count. But Lark… Just that morning, when she asked him to not bury things— and burying things has been all Astarion has ever known— what exactly was he about to tell her?

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Longfic author interview!

Thank you SO much for the tags, @njuta and @loserscardigan ! This was a lot of fun to sit down and think through. I'm sending lots of love to you both🖤

The fic

Can I Be Good?

Rating

Explicit

Pairing

Astarion x F!OC

Completion status

Ongoing. I have 2 or 3 chapters left until this fic will be complete!

Plot Summary

Mysterious owner of the most popular nightclub of Baldur's Gate needs an assistant to help him organize a winter masquerade no one will ever be able to forget.

Astarion Ancunín is the most powerful vampire to have ever existed. Lark Promise awakens in him what he sought to get rid of: his hunger.

They could bring each other ruin, but maybe, just maybe- they could save each other.

The ✨viibees✨

Very romantic, very passionate, quite magical- and sexy!

Short snippet

From chapter 13 of Can I Be Good?:

“All I mean to say is— I think we’re all hungry for something.” He narrows his eyes at her, cat-like. “I’m not trying to be poetic. I just… I think in all of us, there is a hole that we try to fill, as long as we live. I think you’re hungry for more than just blood.”

“What am I hungry for, then, according to your astute observations?”

She smiles wide. “I don’t know. But I think your hunger and mine might be more similar than you think.” After a pause, she goes on, “Would you like to find out together?”

“Are you asking me out?”

“Would you like me to?”

What other media inspired this fic?

Honestly, anything that glorifies nightclubs lol. And music. A LOT of music. Here's a playlist of every single song that made this fic happen.

What character trait did you amplify or minimise to make your version of a character work for your story?

I love writing Astarion, all versions of him; but I'd be lying if the version of Ascended Astarion I write is the one we see in the game. I guess my aim in this fic is to write an Astarion that is very much the combination of his two possible endings. I wouldn't say I'm necessarily amplifying or minimizing any one of his specific traits- just exploring what he might have been like if he went through with the Ascension ritual but came to regret it later.

How did your understanding of the characters change while writing this?

Writing Astarion has definitely made me fall deeper in love with him, lol. I always say that writing him and Lark is extremely precious to me; as if in the moments that I'm writing them, they're real; and I get to spend time with them.

Writing Lark, on the other hand, has been a healing journey for me- for those of you that don't know, Lark is largely a self insert. Writing about her traumas, her experiences and her desires have been very helpful to me as not just a writer but as a person.

What’s one thing you put in—trope, character beat, scene—that was just extra shamelessly self-indulgent?

Lines that I take from the game and place in my fic are definitely self-indulgent. I would say though that even just writing Lark was a self-indulgent choice for me. I wanted a story that would make me happy.

What’s the structural choice you made on purpose—POV, timeline, chaptering—that most shaped the story?

Definitely timeline and POV. Modern AU's are some of my favorites, and even before I had any ideas about what this fic would be, I knew I wanted it to be a modern AU. As for the POV- it alternates between Lark and Astarion, and that wasn't originally what I was going to do with this fic, but I really wanted to write Astarion's POV and I think it has worked quite well.

What was the biggest risk you took with this fic?

I think writing this version of Astarion has been a risk. I haven't had any awful feedback or anything but it's always my fear that I tick people off by writing him the way I write him.

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THANK YOU MY BELOVED @cothornz for always being SO lovely to work with, for listening to my ideas, for being a wonderful friend. I love you❤️🩷❤️🩷

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𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘖𝘊 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳?

Thank you so much for the tags, @irondeficienttav, @vividiana, @xxnashiraxx and @loserscardigan 🖤 Music is such a huge motivator to me with my writing and prompts like this are RIGHT up my alley!

I might get yappy so putting stuff below the cut.

1. The Moth & The Flame by Les Deux Love Orchestra

Lark and Astarion's dynamic is intense and passionate, and at times feels almost damning (to both of them in different ways). They can't stay away from each other, even if they try (they stop trying, after a while).

The moth don't care when he sees the flame He might get burned but he's in the game And once he's in, he can't go back He'll beat his wings 'til he burns them black

No, the moth don't care when he sees the flame The moth don't care when he sees the flame

The moth don't care if the flame is real The flame and moth got a sweetheart deal And nothing fuels a good flirtation Like need and anger and desperation

2. I Forget Where We Were by Ben Howard

Whenever Astarion is worried about something, Lark tends to assume a "we'll figure it out together" mindset, which is really helpful to both of them- it shows how there's strength in companionship to Astarion while proving to Lark that sometimes loving someone is all the help needed.

Oh hey, I wasn't listening I was stung by all of us The blind leading out the bored And as per usual You were skipping and laughing Eyes at the bedroom door "Don't take it so seriously, no Only time is ours, the rest we'll just wait and see!" Maybe you're right, babe Maybe

3. She Lit a Fire by Lord Huron

Lark embodies the unexpected, to Astarion- he did not expect to love anything (let alone anything so precious, so fragile), he did not think himself capable.

When last I saw her she was dancing all alone Perhaps my chance was then, I'll never know I'll search the world until there's no place left to go And if she leaves it, I will follow, yes, I will follow

She lit a fire But now she's in my every thought She lit a fire But now she's in my every thought

4. Cop Car by Mitski

I have a lot of Mitski songs I like to listen to when I write Larkstarion, but this one is the one that most represents them.

I am cruel, I am gentle, I can make you laugh I am cruel, I am gentle, I can make you laugh I have loved many boys, I've loved many girls I don't think about the past, it's always there anyway Don't think about the past, always there anyway

And I will never die, I will never die

5. Strong by London Grammar

This song represents how Lark and Astarion view themselves really well- two people who have had to be strong, who are deeply tired of holding themselves up.

Yeah I might seem so strong Yeah I might speak so long I've never been so wrong

6. Unearth Me by Oklou

Rebirth is a huge part of Lark and Astarion's relationship- both of them believing they're unworthy of love, then proving each other wrong.

Won't you want to unearth me (Just how the phoenix dies) I used to be looking for trends That I never tasted Trying to do the dance I would see in the flames But just as the phoenix dies A rebirth, now it's been a while that I wait

I could literally go on, and on, and on, but I don't want this to be too long, so I'll leave a link the to Can I Be Good playlist that I have in case someone wants to check it out.

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