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[vividiana]

Hi! I'm Viv, I mostly write Astarion x Durge romance featuring my girl Eve. There is some angst, occasional smut, but mostly tons of fluff and comfort because gods know these two have been through enough—links for everything below the cut!

AO3

multi-chapter fics

I will not ask and neither should you (a modern AU, ongoing, 164k, 24 chapters)

an alternative, modern take on the Dark Urge x Astarion romance, where these two are both trying to escape their past and, as fate would have it, end up in the same small town. lots of friendship, healing, secrets, and ABBA

chapter 1 🔸 chapter 2 🔸 chapter 3 🔸 chapter 4 🔸 chapter 5 🔸 chapter 6 🔸 chapter 7 🔸 chapter 8 🔸 chapter 9 🔸 chapter 10 🔸 chapter 11 🔸 chapter 12 🔸 chapter 13 🔸 chapter 14 🔸 chapter 15 🔸 chapter 16 🔸 chapter 17 🔸 chapter 18 🔸 chapter 19 🔸 chapter 20 🔸 chapter 21 🔸 chapter 22 🔸 chapter 23 🔸 chapter 24

the blood on my hands (scares me to death) (set in act 3, complete, 21k, 3 chapters)

starts immediately after the duel with Orin and takes place over three nights, exploring Eve's emotional turmoil after rejecting Bhaal and what that all means for her and Astarion's future. lots of angst, fluff, comfort, and some smut as a treat

the light we shut out (set post-canon, currently on pause, 44k, 7 chapters)

all about Eve and Astarion figuring out how to live a semi-normal life after the events of the game. domestic fluff, comfort, very little conflict, I'm just writing a happy ending for these two idiots

one-shots

eyes on the target, darling – tumblr · ao3 (set in a modern hitman AU, 2.2k)

a deeply unserious smut fic about Eve and Astarion getting horny while on a job together (the job is assassinating Gortash)

come along with me (and put your mind at ease) – tumblr · ao3 (set in act 1, 11k)

an exploration of Eve and Astarion's act 1 dynamic, from the first time he propositions her, up to the tiefling party. includes some durge-related angst and lots of banter

what a wicked thing to do (to make me dream of you) (set in act 2, 8.6k)

a reimagining of Astarion's confession and what led to it (alternating POVs, tonsssss of pining, a personal favorite)

she's an undiscovered element (either born in hell or heaven-sent) (set in act 2, 4.2k)

Astarion's POV of the night the Urge tells Eve to kill him (which I wrote mainly to celebrate how much of a ride or die Astarion is for Durge)

could barely tear my eyes away (set in act 3, 3.2k)

the gang hangs out at the Circus of The Last Days and Lae'zel finds a way to show Astarion what he looks like (of course she can't have people know she actually cares, so she delegates it to Eve.) lots of friendly banter, fluff, and comfort

tastes like she might be the one – tumblr · ao3 (set post-canon, 5.3k)

this one is my foray into the beautiful world of smut one-shots. now that Eve has settled down and her body is no longer in Mortal Peril Mode™ every single day, she just got her period for the first time since she's known Astarion and um... he is losing his mind a little

fall into your eyes like a grave (set pre-canon, 4.7k)

a re-telling of the night Astarion met the “darling boy” he couldn’t bear to bring back to Cazador, and the punishment that followed. an exploration of his darkest moments that, as hard as it was to write, made me appreciate the comfort and happiness he eventually finds that much more

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[gentil-minou]

Everytime I see posts like this I get filled with such profound sadness

Cause you know who has the same brainrot as you? The same unhinged feelings as you after you've read the fic? The person who always wants to scream about the fic with you?

THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT

I never used to leave comments but since I got into the habit of commenting on everything i enjoy it's been incredible. Especially when the author gets back to me about it and we get to have a discussion of what other ideas they had. One writer replied to my comment with a 5 paragraph essay detailing the Floorplan of the building the characters lived in and it was incredible

Anyways this is all to say that if you find a fic that just makes you want to scream from the rooftops, leave a comment saying that to the author and maybe they will join you and you can scream incoherently together

[vosquitransitis]

the great thing about tumblr is that you can meet people you'll vibe with on a level you have never vibed with anyone before and the tragedy about tumblr is that they almost certainly will live in another country

[exhuastedpigeon]

The first rule of fandom is have fun. The second rule of fandom is find an enabler and become an enabler. Yes you should write that fic. What if it was even hornier? What if it was angstier? What if you wrote it just for me?

[tukotajam]

Wanted to draw something for myself || Astarion ❤️🩸

[andromedaancunin]

I Think I Might Push My Luck With You

Chapter 19: I Just Wanna Be Somebody to You

Summary: Astarion takes Andromeda on their first official date.

Pairing: Astarion x f!Tav (named)

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Word Count: ~7.8K

Chapter Song: Someone To You by BANNERS

A/N: Just know that I DID consider using "First Date" by blink-182 for this chapter, but decided against it. All credit to BANNERS 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! 💚

Tag List: @vividiana, @dramatiquechipmunk, @unovafarm (If you'd like to be added or removed, just let me know.💚)

Read Full Chapter on AO3 | Divider by @/thecutestgrotto

Astarion rolled over and stretched, a smile still plastered on his face the following morning. All night he had dreamt of Andromeda and the kisses they had shared while standing in the doorway of her apartment.

A small part of him felt a pang of sadness that he was waking up alone, the delicate woman not curled up against his chest, but he knew sleeping at her apartment would have been a poor decision, no matter how much he wanted to. He didn’t trust himself not to move faster than he was ready for.

Grabbing his phone from the nightstand, he wondered if it was too needy to text Andromeda first thing. A small part of him regretted that he hadn’t asked her to a breakfast or lunch date, despising the thought of not seeing her until 7PM. He normally would have felt ridiculous that he felt that way at all, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He had been wanting her for so long, and she was finally within his reach.

He wanted to let himself enjoy that.

Overthinking for just a tad too long, he shot off a quick text to her, unsure if she would be awake yet.

[dramatiquechipmunk]

Method Acting - now complete

And that's a wrap, folks!

16 chapters and 147k words later, I finished another story about Octavia & Astarion. And while I'm still emotionally volatile and will miss this version of them, I am also happy that I got to tell the story I wanted to, and check off a lot of firsts in my writing journey.

Read it from the beginning on Ao3

Fic summary:

Astarion Ancunín is Hollyweald's most talented disaster—an actor whose scandals are legendary and whose ego is even bigger. When his latest meltdown threatens to end his career, his agent presents a solution: fake date Baldur's Gate sweetheart to rehabilitate his image.

What starts as a competitive game of public affection becomes something neither expected. Between red carpets and late-night diners, Oscar ceremonies and midnight confessions, two people who've forgotten how to be real discover that the best performances happen when you stop acting.

Awesome cover art made by @bby-bel

Taglist: @vividiana, @amouseyoucanhold, @andromedaancunin, @missfortunetherogue, @alrendriablaze, @alwaysmauria

[stuckinapril]

“Do it scared” “do it alone” are all great tips, but my biggest takeaway from therapy is do it messy. This is especially true if you’re getting out of a burnout, which I experience often. Literally just do it messy. You don’t need to pick the perfect trail to walk, the perfect playlist to listen to, whatever the fuck it is. You don’t need to have a meticulous to do list and wake up at the exact time you planned and drink the exact amount of water you planned to drink. Like the biggest thing for people like me to remember is sometimes it’s okay to do it messy. Put on a random yt workout and just get it done in sweats. Do 5 minutes of a daunting task and go from there. Sometimes just getting up is a win during intense burnouts or depressive funks. Literally just do it messy.

[femmehysteria]

real gaming

[prettymachine]

it is absolutely essential to have friends you can have extremely insane pervert conversations with. this is kind of what makes life worth living

[decadentqueentidalwave]

If you see a Service Animal in public, ignore it!

Their handler has been asked about this 20 times already. They’re tired.

Their handler has already been yelled at for being “mean,” and not letting people pet it.

You cooing over it or petting it will distract it from helping its handler. Especially if the animal needs to constantly be on the alert for seizures or something.

It’s doing a job. Imagine if someone bothered you in your workplace just because they thought you were cute.

The animal does not exist to amuse you. Leave it alone.

Seriously. Go to a pet store or a shelter and ask to play with those animals. Bug your friends. Watch cute videos. Anything else.

[radishgirlsenpai]

And teach your kids about this!!

[lavenderprose]

I love how some fics are called shit like "They Only Shoot The Birds Who Cannot Sing" and it's like the most insane porn you're ever read and then some fics are called Spit On Me and it's 18,000 words of the most achingly id-scratching prose you've ever read and they're both. They're both so fucking good. thank God for fanfiction.

[furiosa-femininst]

Lmao I just went to the TV Tropes page for Obsession and I love this bit of trivia

“Hey man, your main character isn’t sympathetic enough, could you fix that?”

“Okay sure, I’ll make him MORE unsympathetic since you idiots missed the point”

[vividiana]

chapter 25

a/n: I apologize in advance.

pairing: Astarion x f!Durge · word count: 9.6k

rating: Explicit (18+)

tags: modern AU, witness protection, strangers to friends to lovers (see AO3 for a more exhaustive list)

summary: It’s been over a year since Eve had to uproot her life and assume a new identity—anything to distance herself from the past she wishes she could forget. When an erratic, if oddly charming, newcomer stumbles into her place of work, she recognizes something familiar within him and the two can’t seem to stay away from each other. But Eve is not the only one running from her past.

An alternative, modern take on the Dark Urge x Astarion romance, filled with friendship, secrets, healing, and ABBA.

previous chapter · read on AO3 · dividers

(mid-chapter snippet to avoid spoilers)

She takes a shallow, shaky breath and calls Lae’zel.

“Hi, boludita,” she answers after a few signals that feel like eternity. “What’s up?”

It’s such a simple question, but when Eve is supposed to explain it all out loud, her eyes instantly fill with tears, throat constricted.

“…Eve?” Lae’zel asks after a few seconds. “Are you okay?”

“I just– I w–wanted to h–hear your v–voice,” she manages.

“Are you home? Do you want me to come over?”

Eve cannot force the words out, cannot bring herself to explain.

Always dragging her into your fucking mess…

She bursts into a sob and Lae’zel starts to speak in a soothing tone, a constant amidst all the chaos:

“It’s okay, Eve. I’m here. You can let it out. Imagine I’m hugging you right now. Can you try to picture that?”

Eve tries, she really does, but all she can think about is the nauseating reality of Astarion’s absence.

“Just don’t fixate too much on my beautiful muscular arms around you. We’re not single ladies anymore.”

Eve chuckles through the tears, and it breaks the cycle for just long enough to allow her to take a full breath.

“I– Thank you– You don’t– need to come here– I just–”

“Eve, just breathe with me for now. Can you do that? Inhale.”

She tries her best, chest trembling with the effort.

“Hold.”

Eve shuts her eyes, trying to drown out everything that is not her friend’s voice.

“Exhale.”

They repeat this a couple times, Eve’s heartbeat slowly coming back to normal, or at least something resembling it.

“That’s good, Eve, you’re doing great.”

When she eventually calms down enough, the first thing to leave her mouth is an apology.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lae’zel protests. “It’s good that you called. My best friend does not get to suffer in silence, not on my watch.”

(read the rest on AO3)

taglist: @roguishcat @amouseyoucanhold @nerdalmighty @irondeficienttav @hellethil @funniestbitchinfaerun @andromedaancunin @deadly-diminuendo @mesmerisingpurple @dramatiquechipmunk ✨ (lmk if you'd like to be added or removed)

my masterlist

[vamplire]

Kate Bush as a Bat for “Breathing” her 1980 single.

Photographer: John Carder Bush

[crazysodomite]

The popularity of the "incompetent stupid piece of shit husband and competent wife who loves him anyways" trope in media is a psyop to make women believe its normal to settle for an incompetent stupid piece of shit husband

[theartofmadeline]

happy pride to the gay people in my computer <3