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Cutting Words & Nighttime Bites

@bardic-inspo / bardic-inspo.tumblr.com

Megh. She/Her. Emotional Terrorist (Writer). Lvl 30. Chaotic Bisexual. Baldur's Gate 3. Member of the Astarion's Juicebox Club. Cats, Writing, & Nerdery. PFP by Redreart. https://archiveofourown.org/users/bardic_inspo
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Hey, I'm Megh (and finally writing a new intro post)! Currently buried in BG3 bliss. I love my cat, villainous women, and men covered in blood and/or dirt. I generally try to be a good cookie but sometimes I'm just a tired one. I've played D&D 5e for about a third of my life. Some of my other favorite games are Fallout, DA, ME, and RDR2. I like spooky things (Mike Flanagan shows, suspense/thrillers). And mermaids.

My main OCs are my (cursed) drow bard, Naomi Tavriel (BG3), and my dearest sole survivor, Natasha Sokolova (FO4).

I write fic! You can find me on AO3, or click the links below. I try to tag NSFW content when I post it, but be aware you may find that on this blog.

If you want me to tag you in WIP writing games (like WIP Wednesday, Last Line Memes, Six Sentences Saturday), you can give this post over here a like.

BG3 Fic Masterlist

Dhampir Dreams

Part 1 of 2

Post-Game Spawn Astarion x F!Tav (Generic/Unnamed) | Rated E for Smut | Part 2 is a WIP

Tav saw beauty in Astarion he couldn’t have seen himself, even if he had a reflection to gawk at. She made love with a man who never thought he could have anything near it. Made all his red dreams come true, and then said: go on, make new ones, in whatever color you like. Astarion never thought about being a father. Not before her. Or: an angsty-turned-horny character study about the pale elf and his thoughts on creating new (un)life.

Blood in the Mortar

Ascended Astarion x Vampire Bride Tav | Rated E for Smut | One-shot

“I wanted to see you right where you belong,” Astarion whispers, the sound as sheer as the lace he wrecked. “So beautiful on your throne.” In which ascended Astarion is a slightly softer service dom, and Tav is his blood bride. Their bond as bride and sire doesn’t only bind, but blends, creating a link that runs deeper than the one they shared through the tadpole. Tav is a terror of her own renown, and together, they build an empire of bone and blood.

Midnight Chimes

Astarion x Cursed! Tav | Rated E for Inevitable Smut | Chapters 6/??

Full Chapter List (Includes AO3 & Tumblr Links)

Banner/Divider credit to @cafekitsune <3

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BG3 Romance Picrew Game

Rules: Show me your Tav/Durge and their BG3 romance, then give me their song. Tag some friends to share too!

Tagged by the wonderful @vspin, @tragedybunny, and @astarionancuntnin. Thank you lovelies!!! 💜

(Made using this picrew)

Astarion & Naomi 🥰

(one of) Their (many) song(s):

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femservice

Here is the secret to fandom:

Give zero fucks about what anyone else is doing.

Seriously.  I mean it.  Because inevitably you will love something that no one else loves.  Or you will love something that everyone loves and people will shit all over it because it’s “so trite and unimaginative and done.” Or you will love something that no one else has ever heard of.  Or you will love something dark and edgy and or obscure and people will roll their eyes and say, “What, do you want people to think you’re dark and edgy and obscure?”

Alternatively, you will not love the thing that everyone else loves, and you will wonder what precisely is wrong with you that the sight of that thing is aggravating the shit out of you now when the whole world sings its praises as one.

People will irritate you.  They’ll irritate you with headcanons that make no sense and misinterpretations of canon.  They will make the same jokes 500 times.  They will overwhelm your corner of fandom with something you either are tired of hearing about or don’t care about.  They will post art that isn’t theirs.  You will meet people who think you are the greatest person ever and bombard you with messages  only to wander off when they find someone new or shinier; you will meet people whom you admire and who do not really seem to notice you exist. 

So give zero fucks about it.  Seriously.  Like what you like, blacklist what you need to blacklist, and ignore everything else.  Be friends, play nice, enjoy it.  And in the meantime, just do you.  Like what you like, love what you love, and to hell with all the rest of it. 

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8 and 15 for the WIP asks :3

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Thank you for the ask!! 💜

8. What is the last scene you’ve written?

Naomi is going to thank Astarion for his generosity. Some of her thanks might be misplaced, but she fails an insight/perception check and doesn't notice. I wouldn't bet on Astarion clueing her in 🤭

“Thank you,” she says, holding out the blanket to him. “For this.” Metal clangs against metal behind her. Naomi stiffens. Gale mutters curses beneath his breath as he fumbles with the lid of the stew pot. “Oh, for the love of--” Astarion’s smile fades. He scowls at the blanket, and then at her, one eyebrow arched. “And for these,” she adds, shifting her heel so he can admire his own handiwork. The blue stitching arches bright against the dark leather.

15. In as vague of terms as possible (to avoid spoiling), how do you anticipate this chapter/fic to end?

Gonna use emojis to be ~extra vague~

The current chapter? 👀🍆🫠

The fic as a whole? 🩸🪄🫂

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