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Happy Halloween from Miss Fortune and Astarion!
POV: you're checking the mail today and this silly little postcard somehow made it in with the rest of your mail :)
Happy Halloween, everyone! I know this is mostly an American holiday but being a (sad) American it's my favorite holiday so I wanted to have a little fun that will hopefully put a smile on your faces.
More pics from this set below the cut 👇
Top 10 Favorite Photomode Pics in 2025
Thank you for the tags, @baelthi, @theya-art, and @lucretiouswept! I'm almost embarrassed to show my paltry offerings compared to the amazing VP work you all do, but I had fun with each of these even if I am not very skilled 😅 Also I have not begun modding yet so all of these are vanilla poses/screenshots.
Gentle tags for @lilhumanoid, @elceewunjo, @burnt-by-marigolds, @riddlerosehearts, @oona-radiant-hopeful, and @et-augury. Apologies if you've done this already, Tumblr has been atrocious lately at showing my moots' posts equitably in my feed but would love to see so drop the link in the comments if you posted already!
1. Probably one of the first photomode pics I took. This will quickly become a trend as you continue scrolling but I just love showing the rogues being lovable idiots/goofballs. Taken on my old computer which barely played the game so bad resolution.
2. Not photomode but I like the way I edited this screenshot. Also a good showcase of how irreverent Miss Fortune can be, as they refused to kneel to Vlaakith.
3. Pure silliness. Just two idiots. I love them, your honor.
4. Another screenie I like the colors on. Also symbolic of MF's descent into mental health crisis in the Underdark.
5. You guessed it, more idiots in love.
6. Miss Fortune has forgotten they know Misty Step and are not in fact stuck. Astarion is not inclined to remind them.
7. I wish the clipping of the flowers was better but I love the look of thriving growing all around them :3
8. Different idiots this time, but no less dramatic! My second favorite couple <3
9. Idk I edited all that water in myself and it took me forever so it makes the list okay? haha
10. Sneak preview of act 3 psychological torture for Miss Fortune; this group is about to enter Rivington and Miss Fortune has tried to go super masculine so they won't immediately be recognized by all the folks after them. They're dying inside.
Ridiculous ask just for funzies: if Miss Fortune and Astarion were going to do couple's Halloween costumes, what would they be? 🎃
@play-me-a-durge
OOOO this is a fun one and now once again I curse the gods for not gifting me the skill of drawing because I want to see them in all of these so bad 😭
Here are my top ideas:
Morticia (MF) and Gomez Addams (Star) - the classic, obvious choice
Barbie (MF) and Ken (Star) - movie version but Astarion has to wear the I am Kenough shirt
Caricature cosplays of each other
Caricature cosplays of Lae’zel (Star) and Shadowheart (MF) - (even better if Shads and the General cosplay them too)
I am sure my general uncoolness means I have missed some good options! Open to other theoretical costume ideas for the rogues in the comments!
So Long, For Now...
A SpawNovember Contribution for "Lord of the Underdark" week
Thank you again to @oona-radiant-hopeful for the thought you put into coordinating this celebration of UA Astarion 💜
I had more energy (read: lots and lots of time in the car over the weekend) to write a short story for this week! I definitely broke my own heart a little with this one. For context to anyone unfamiliar with my fic, The Embrace of Love and Death, Miss Fortune has depression and anxiety and had ~a very bad time~ mental health-wise in the Underdark. As such, it would be perhaps the only place they wouldn't/couldn't follow Astarion. So this story explores what that would look like if Astarion decided to go anyway - it's not their canon ending, thank goodness. 🥲
The mercurial swirls of scarlet flickering in Astarion's ruby eyes with the movements of the torch lights had Miss Fortune in a chokehold. They were staring, they knew, but could not muster the will to care. They felt a desperate determination to memorize every last bit of his face and the way his cool hands felt cradling theirs.
The angular cheeks, no longer gaunt like they were when they met thanks to regular feedings. Those silver eyebrows that were so expressive they could hold an entire conversation just with their rise and fall. His mane of silvery curls which Miss Fortune sometimes spent hours trailing their hands through, curled around him in bed while the early morning rays beat futilely against their thick brocade curtains.
They would have gladly spent several lifetimes more brushing, washing, and oiling that hair just to see the peaceful smile it put on Astarion's face. How many times had that sharp jawline and chin prodded them into a giggling fit from jutting into the ticklish part of their shoulder? And his lips…Miss Fortune's began to quiver when their eyes roamed down to the mouth they would never tire of kissing.
"Are you wearing your—"
"Mithril armor? Of course, my love." Astarion unbuttoned his high-necked blouse to reveal the feather-light metal armor beneath, taking one of Miss Fortune's hands and bringing it up to rest on his chest. "See? And it fits perfectly, too."
The half-elf's eyes darted away to where the opening to the Underdark taunted them, its wide maw leading down to the unfathomable depths below the surface. It would swallow their lover whole in just a few short minutes. As quickly as they'd drifted, Miss Fortune's eyes snapped back to Astarion.
"Do you have enough blood in your—"
"Bag of holding? You should know, you helped me fill it. Go on, dearest, reach a hand in and feel for yourself."
Astarion's deft fingers undid the ties on the bag of holding Gale had enchanted to remain cold enough to store blood for extended periods of time. A frosty puff of energy escaped when the bag opened and indeed, when Miss Fortune reached a hand inside, every jar of animal blood and vial of theirs was accounted for. Enough for at least a tenday and a half, two if he rationed.
"Aw c'mon, Boss, don't act like we won't let him feed on us if he needs it," Hawk, one of Astarion's favorite assassins in their employ, cut in from where he stood with an arm around his twin, Fox.
Fox stomped on his foot, eliciting a sharp cry from her brother. "Shut it, idiot. Let them have their moment. They know we're gonna take care of our leader or they wouldn't have put us on the job."
Miss Fortune had been so wrapped up in Astarion they had forgotten they had an entourage. Or perhaps deliberately ignored was more fitting. In the moons that passed since the netherbrain's defeat, the more influential Miss Fortune and Astarion's spy network grew the less time the leaders could safely spend alone. Astarion would be accompanied by two scouts and three of their best fighters on his journey to the Underdark fortress his vampire spawn siblings were attempting to build for themselves and what remained of the 7,000 spawn Astarion had freed.
Shame and guilt tore through Miss Fortune, stinging their eyes and tightening their throat as hot tears threatened to fall. They should be among the Underdark expedition. They should be joining Astarion, establishing order and providing guidance by his side. But after all they had been through, all the skills they'd gained, Miss Fortune 's mind was still too fragile.
Blinking back tears, their eyes settled once more on Astarion, whose own eyes were shining with repressed emotion.
"Here's one thing I bet you've forgotten: do you have a soft place to keep my heart safe when you take it with you?"
A sharp barking laugh escaped Astarion's throat and tears began to spill down his cheeks in earnest, all but shattering Miss Fortune's composure.
"Always, Sasha. Always." Bringing their hands back up to his chest, Astarion leaned in to kiss them, his lips lingering with regret. Salt mingled with the sweetness of his breath as their tears rolled down their cheeks and into the corners of their mouth, but it did little to deter them.
Astarion's siblings had tried their best to establish order without him, but with each report they sent the outlook looked more grim. And so, he had to go. And Miss Fortune had to stay. At least until their spy network was established enough to run without them both for any length of time, or until the Underdark community was safe enough that Miss Fortune wouldn't be in grave danger if their mental state left them incapacitated.
The rogues stood there crying, kissing, and embracing for several more minutes before Miss Fortune wrangled their emotions into a manageable state and stepped back, hands still lingering over Astarion's unbeating heart.
"I'll write you every day," they promised with a sniffle. "You'll have a fat stack of letters waiting for you when you arrive and you'll be sick of my handwriting by the time you read them all."
"Never."
"You'd better write me back as soon as you arrive, you hear me?"
"I swear it, darling." Astarion stepped forward again to wrap them in a firm embrace, his arms crushing them to him with a shudder. "This isn't goodbye, you know. It's just…so long, for now."
As if that made it any better. But Miss Fortune appreciated the gesture. They tried to don a brave mask they knew Astarion would see right through anyway, as clearly as if it were made of glass. "I know, my star."
"I love you, Sasha," he said with a kiss to their forehead.
"And I love you, Astarion. Now go on, before I say to hells with duty and selfishly keep you to myself. You…you'll make an exceptional Lord of the Underdark. It suits you beautifully."
Wiping more tears away with another laugh, Astarion released them at last. "Most things do, darling."
And then he turned with a wave to the spies assigned to accompany him and began descending into the mouth of the Underdark. Miss Fortune stood frozen, clutching the fabric over their heart as they watched the retreating form of their lover grow smaller. When he reached the bend in the path he paused and turned. The distance was too great to see his facial expression, but the rigidity of his posture told Miss Fortune everything they needed to know. Their own mind was screaming at them to run, to follow him wherever he went so long as it meant they wouldn't have to be apart, but they bit their lip and ground down, the metallic tang of blood trickling onto their tongue.
Astarion swayed where he stood, seeming to battle with himself for several long moments before Hawk—or maybe Fox—placed a hand on his shoulder. They exchanged a few words and when he looked back at Miss Fortune he blew them a kiss. With a trembling hand they caught it and blew one back.
And then he turned the corner and was gone. None of the agents who stayed with Miss Fortune said a word when they fell to their knees and finally let the anguish wring its way out of their heart.
SpawNovember: After the Adventure - Miss Fortune and Astarion as (anti)Heroes and Adventurers
(Don't have mods and lost access to my MF run in Act 3 so ehhh best screenshot I got right now for adventuring, MF 2.0)
I'd been hoping to have time to write at least some drabbles for SpawNovember (thanks again to @oona-radiant-hopeful for organizing!) but I think all I have in me is bullet points and anecdotes of Miss Fortune and Astarion's post-adventure shenanigans. I'll also share a WIP snippet at the bottom of one of their (probably many) discussions about what they want to do "when it's all over")
Publicly, Astarion and Miss Fortune will "retire" as adventurers, Miss Fortune will begin using their true given name and made-up surname to go by Sasha Amastacia (until they eventually take Astarion's surname), and they will open up a tailor shop in Baldur's Gate
Business will be booming as it will be an honor to wear clothing made by not one but two heroes of Baldur's Gate, and the pair will cash in on their reputations to move within the upper echelon's social circles, hosting intimate dinner parties in their tasteful home and attending the many balls and fêtes the patriars hold throughout the year.
Anytime someone asks whether they miss the life of adventure they'll smile knowingly at one another and tell the inquirer that after all they've been through, they've earned a bit of peace.
AND YET...behind this whole facade of happily retired tailors, Miss Fortune and Astarion work hard to pull the strings of the power dynamics in the city and the Sword Coast through the spy network they build together. Astarion takes primary leadership over assassination operations while Miss Fortune is the head of the spying operations (although they both do both, it's more who has more sway where).
They run a "reputation protection program" (yes, it's basically just a blackmail ring xD) that patriars buy into so they can be notified if any dirt on them is about to be made public and have a chance to decide which course of action they'd like to take. This helps fund more of their "passion" projects (yes, assassins can have passion projects xD - "I passionately want this bastard dead and I'll do it whether anyone asks me to or not!")
Pretty much all of their social appearances double as information gathering; they use their reputation as being madly in love to get people to underestimate them; they'll slip outside during a ball to kiss under the moonlight and their targets don't suspect they're still listening closely to their clandestine conversation
The goal of their network is to 1) ensure nothing like the mind flayer/netherbrain plot ever gets that far again; 2) disrupt power dynamics that keep common people enslaved, indentured, or otherwise repressed; and 3) yes, enrich themselves - they are chaotic neutral after all, they're not altruists even if the end result of their work is often widely considered "good."
Miss Fortune and Astarion mostly stay within Baldur's Gate but they've been known to sign themselves up for assignments in other cities or lands if it's a high enough priority that they want it done right or if they're just feeling restless and need a vacay with a lil side of murder and extortion.
Sometimes the double life can feel a bit overwhelming. Especially since they almost never go anywhere without an undercover bodyguard or two protecting them at a distance so it can feel like they never truly get any alone time. But their bedchamber is their private sanctuary (and I'm not just being cheeky here; they spend a lot of time just curled up by the fire reading or gossiping)
Eventually (even I don't know the timeline yet) they will yearn to make their public personas the full truth and will begin seeking successors to take over the day-to-day leadership of the spy network, staying on merely as mentors and consultants while they tend more fully to their shop and enjoy a quieter life.
WIP snippet of them discussing the future - for context they're chatting in bed somewhere close to the end of Act 3:
Holding Hands Picrew
I've been sitting on these tags for like a month but I'm really gonna try to catch up soooon so here goes! Thank you for the tags and the patience, @endermal, @riddlerosehearts, @elceewunjo. This was super cute.
Given how long it's been, open tag to anyone who wants to participate!
Picrew Link
How long do you think Miss Fortune had to give Astarion the ol' puppy dog eyes before he caved and let them paint his nails? :3
43 for the kiss roulette!!
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43 is a bloody kiss and I'm pairing it with 26, a kiss while one or both parties are crying
I don't know if there's a mod that makes tears and I don't think there's an expression for crying kisses lol but this image does correlate with the very rough-sketch scene below. There will be some incarnation of this scene in Part 3 of The Embrace of Love and Death and I'm trying to keep the where/when/what/why vague on purpose as it relates to some of the final parts of Miss Fortune's quest line.
The body had barely hit the floor before Astarion leapt over it. His darling was so close, and yet with everything that had gone unspoken between them recently, everything he feared may have happened to Sasha before he got to them, they felt worlds away. Astarion hesitated. Would they even want his touch? Would they still want…him?
But then their eyes lifted to his, and something inside Astarion cracked to behold the fear, the desolation in those gorgeous blue eyes. Sasha crept a trembling hand up to their mouth, the other wrapping tight around the blood-spattered corset someone had shoved them into. They bit down on the tips of their fingers hard enough that the digits flushed angrily. It still wasn’t enough to halt the sorrow-wracked wail that shrieked its way out of Sasha’s lungs.
Eyes squinting, fat, heavy tears began to stream down their cheeks and Astarion’s restraint dissolved. The moment his arms wrapped around them, Sasha crumpled into his embrace. It wasn’t long before Astarion felt the sting of tears in his own eyes, but he couldn’t cry; not now. Later, perhaps. If he could find a corner of solitude on his hunt. Right now he had to be strong. For Sasha.
“Astarion…” Sasha keened. “I wasn’t sure…I hoped…”
“Shhhhh, darling, shhhhh. Your star is here,” he choked out, winding fingers through Sasha’s hair and folding them further into his arms. “I will always come for you. Always.”
The vampire was vaguely aware of the others filtering out of the room to give them some privacy, but his attention never wavered.
“I’m so sorry, I've been such a pigheaded fucking idiot,” Sasha stammered between hiccuping breaths.
“We both were. There is nothing to forgive.”
A thousand questions danced on the tip of Astarion’s tongue, but he bit them back. There would be time for questions later. Once they were safe and the blood, piss, and tears had been scrubbed and scalded from their bodies. When only the filth sponges and water couldn't touch remained, and they were ready to talk.
“I love you, Astarion. I love you so fucking much.”
And then their mouths clashed with the frantic force of lovers who feared they would never again feel the brush of their favorite lips upon theirs. Sasha’s mouth parted for him and Astarion’s tongue darted in to explore every corner, as if he could take a thorough inventory of their physical and mental wounds if only he kissed them hard enough.
Tears and blood streaked down their face as Sasha continued to cry, but they returned his affections with the same frenzied desperation, hands gripping his elbows like he was the calm within the storm, the only thing keeping them from blowing away.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Astarion breathed into their cheek before claiming their mouth once more.
The Embrace of Love and Death: Rediscovery, Chapter 11: The Afterglow
(A chapter in Astarion's POV)
Look at them. They're glowing with joy. Glowing, I tell you! Not a single all-consuming, trauma-informed doubt to be had between them.
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Relationship: Astarion/nonbinary named Tav (Miss Fortune) Fic Rating: Explicit Catch up: (Part 1) (Part 2, Ch 1)
Chapter Summary: Astarion confessed his feelings for Miss Fortune and the pair have started "something real" - whatever that means. Astarion experiences a whole mess of emotions the morning after as he grapples with his past traumas and his hopes for the future. And then there's the Gith: Lae'zel challenging him to a duel for Miss Fortune's hand is another unforeseen complication.
A/N: Much like the confession scene, this chapter could be read as a standalone. Also if you are curious about how Miss Fortune accidentally "fake married" Lae'zel, read "Hit Me, General!" from Part 1.
Snippet:
It wasn't until sometime after breakfast that Sasha approached with a quill and paper in their hands and a mischievous glint in their eye.
"Your honor…" they cackled.
"Hmm?" Astarion smirked at them from where he lounged on Sasha's cushions with one of the novels they had pillaged for him from the cleric's tower in the Underdark.
Some droll piece about two knights crossing swords on a blood-soaked battlefield who fell in love and later went on to cross a different set of swords. From the way Sasha recounted their haphazard thievery the day they found the tower, it didn't sound like they paid much attention to the books they tossed into the bag. So it seemed that rather than his darling deliberately supplying him with a year's supply of gay smut, the cleric of Mystra had a penchant for homoerotic tales. Not that Astarion minded either way…
"Would you help me draft up some scandalous divorce papers to serve to the General? You're the mistress breaking up our happy union so you kind of owe me, after all."
"Happy union? HA! She'll be thanking me for taking you off her calloused green hands, mark my words. But all right, little bird. Far be it from me to duck out of the consequences of my home wrecking actions, especially if it means I get to consider you inarguably mine. Let's see what we can draft up, hmm?"
