Staring into space 24/7

Drag is perhaps THE most central part of Miss Fortune's identity. It was their solace in a horrid upbringing and a way for them to express their truest self in a way that was embraced, even celebrated, by others.

I'm severely limited by BG3 CC and clothing mods that are both femme and made to fit BT2, but I think Miss Fortune still managed to turn it out. I'll share some of Miss Fortune's real-life drag inspirations below the VP. The call to learn how to mod just to recreate some of those looks is strong even though I do NOT have the time for that (I probably also don't have the skill).

Drag Inspirations (in no particular order)

There are too many to get a full list, but these four have turned out some amazing fashion looks that I think Miss Fortune would kill for.

Aquaria

Gottmik

Sasha Velour

Symone

Unforgiveable.

Prompt originally posted by Amai on bsky, we yoinked it for out Discord prompt because character limit did not allow our thoughts to run.

Your Tav/Durge and their LI have been body swapped for 24 hours! How do they deal with it? What problems/issues arise?

Tagging some people (some already responded on the server); @erin-unknown (the other side of this mess), @burnt-by-marigolds, @bunnymonarchy, @ilinarie, @elceewunjo, @litsenn, @des-no9, @ixiagrey, @theya-art

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I wrote one of those for my Conflicts of the Mind fic, where Natavriel shares his dream via tadpole, so I'll just paste that here

He climbed, the cloak on his shoulders heavy, blood soaking the fabric a little more with each step.

"Saabi, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. This is the only way, now."

He didn't look at those he had left behind. Fear and despair were the only things he would find there, and he did not need any more of that. It was their blood dragging him down, he knew. Their blood, begging him to kneel under the weight.

Still, he climbed.

"This is the only way."

He couldn't stop now. He couldn't. Not after everything.

The steps under his feet were already crimson, an endless upward path paved with corpses, their blood mingling with that of the ones he had left behind. More, and more, the weight on his shoulders grew.

Still, he climbed.

The knife, firmly gripped in his hand, was cold. Blood would see to better that once more, soon enough.

A young tiefling woman stood in his way. And in, went the knife. The tumbling fall of her body barely slowed him down. Blood spilled, warm on his hands, just as he had wished. The weight grew.

And still, he climbed.

"This is the only way," he said to himself.

Two men watched him come. One of them, the young one, had shaken his hand, once. Or so he thought. And he'd wanted to deliver the boy. In, went the knife, doing just that. Bodies fell. The weight grew.

And he climbed.

The dragonborn was next. In, went the knife. Blood spilled. The weight grew.

There would be others. No matter. In, would go the knife. And still, he would climb.

This was the only way. The only way.

The first ones to die had been the lucky ones. Anything was better than to live in a world where he continued to exist.

"I'm sorry," he kept whispering, the words like a prayer on his lips.

The end of the climb was near. And there stood people that he recognised. People that, foolishly, he had come to know by name.

Gale. In, went the knife.

Lae'zel. In, went the knife.

Wyll, Karlach, and Shadowheart. In, and in, and in, went the knife.

Astarion. In, went the—

No. No, he didn't want to. He didn't want to. But this was the only way. He couldn't stop now.

In, went the knife. Blood coated those silver curls that so often glowed in the sun when Astarion fell, the colour matching his now lifeless ruby eyes.

Tav stood there, too. The last one still standing on the steps in front of him. And behind them, an altar where his own body laid unmoving. Waiting. At peace. Finally. The only way, this was the only way.

In, needed to go the knife.

Something fought for control. Instinctively, he fought back.

"This is my body," said Tav calmly, standing before him. Their mouth stayed shut. But it was their voice, in his mind. Their strength of will, fighting his own with a fierce desire to help that he could feel buzzing in his own bones. "Let me in."

He was them. Or, rather, they were him, in this moment. His steps halted. At his command, or at Tav's, neither of them could have been sure.

Such was the weight on his shoulders, if he stood still, he trembled under it. When he stopped fighting, Tav's body moved, closing the space between them both. Their fingers brushed his wrist, his skin slick with the blood of those people he knew. And those he didn't. And those he had forgotten. Mostly, those he had forgotten.

"Let go, love," they whispered.

He did. The knife fell. And so did he, crumbling under the weight.

Tav occasionally gives him herbs to block dreams, but it's not super effective on him, so after the first few times he stops taking them.

It always seems like a good idea to answer tag games for them both in one single post. Until I decide to make a post like this and I have duplicated links everywhere. Anyway, in light of this, I've kept the tag/ask games in one section since I most often answer for both of them, unless there's some specific bits of lore that I wanted to keep in their respective sections

Start here to understand their relationship 🩶 Moodboards here if you only want vibes :3 Soundtrack for these two : The Conflict of The Mind, by AURORA 🩶

General tag

Overview post Greetings as a companion Music for his relationship with Astarion His playlist

The origin of his storm sorcery Some snippets of his childhood memories Storm and his horse His views of the Gods His views of Jergal, specifically His relationship with the other Chosens Couple questions with Astarion (tidbits of Tav can be found here too)

Durge QOTD

General tag

Overview post (it's long. But everything you need to know about them is there :3) OC Layers tag game (some of it is repeated information, sorry) Greetings as a companion

Iris the Pixie (one of Tav's Feywild friends) Tav's different families Name lore Tattoo lore (coming soon) The gith creche incident (sorry Lae'zel, ily) Natavriel, the tadpoles, and the Emperor Pranking Mizora Bad money management A guest lecture for Gale What kind of animals do they love?

Because no such thing as too much love, I want to see this back, everytime I reference this post haha 🩶 Art post is here

I am always open to asks, even if the games are old :3 if you're curious, feel free to unearth some of them!

Cozy Camp asks Companions Relationships asks Tav / Durge asks DnD Character asks Pride asks Angsty relationship asks

You OC at the coffee/tea shop Valentine's Cheesy Tag (with aroace subversion, because.) Baldur's Mouth Gazette Interview Winter Solstice Event Text Messages with Astarion OC Toxic Traits Bingo Forge an item for you OC Reaction to Astarion's name getting misspelled in the Mouth Gazette OC love test The hair session

The Mapping of the Heart

Holding Hands Merfolk OCs Cute worms OCs

Creating a section just for that, because I already have a few post in my draft or in my mind for this lol

The Situation

more coming soon

I Hold You - CLANN

Will you breathe through me And calm the storm inside? Just breathe through me We'll keep the fires alight I'll face down the world with you

Breathe through me And calm the storm inside Just breathe through me We'll keep the stars alight

This is a piece that is supposed to go with a fic I'm writing for the last day of @worfs-glorious-hair's Pride event, but somewhere along the way I played with the colours, and decided it could also fit another prompt. Mostly because I like it too much to wait the end of the month :3

Have a very late entry for the "Orange" prompt : Healing.

I caved and I'm writing the happy AU (Astarion will be in the fic with them ofc <3). They're gonna get their QPR :3

It usually feels really bad. Because this is the point it becomes real craft. It's so, so difficult to really be able to identify if it's truly not going to be anything or you're just in the hardest part of the process, and really the only way to know is to... write through it. Write it badly. Or, if you really can't, put it in a drawer and come back to it after a few months of breathing space. Remember, you can fix so much in the edit, but you can't fix nothing!

https://www.patreon.com/posts/writing-advice-1-82451675

Thank you @elceewunjo for the asks!

From the simple OC Asks

1 - What emotion do you most readily associate with your OC?

I was about to answer control – or at least, the need to control. Especially before Ellith rejected Bhaal for good.

But the more I think about it, the more I believe that yearning, globally speaking, is the feeling that I tend to associate with them.

They yearn for control of course, but also for freedom, for trust and affection (although they're most like to deny it), for all the substances they're addicted to, for Astarion, for blood and death, for music and laughter, for their memories, for fame, for lust and touch... Ellith is starving for so many things, including things they don't acknowledge or things they pretend to be meaningless.

7 - Where is a place that your OC will visit (or would wish to visit) when they need to feel at peace.

Pre-tadpole Ellith would call to Bhaal – they don’t exactly need a place to feel at peace, not a physical one. It’s more like a place in their mind, where they can talk to their Father and somehow “feel” him with them.

Post-tadpole Ellith needs to find such a place. During the decades after the game events, El and Astarion become adventurers and they don’t really settle anywhere. I imagine they’ll eventually buy a comfy house in Baldur’s Gate later on, which would become more like a GQ they’ll return to every now and then rather than a long-term dwelling. So there's nowhere, really, which feels like 'home'.

Heya, I'm Elcee 🤗 early 30's, queer and ND, going by they/them pronouns. Welcome!

Writer, TTRPG enthusiast, music lover, and occasional psychology nerd (not trained, it's just a big interest of mine). And I do art sometimes. When the muse strikes.

Mostly posting and reblogging bg3, OC content, and writing things, and it's likely going to be like that for a while since I'm currently in the middle of writing my longfic for bg3, but you can consider this place to be a multi interest platform for all the aforementioned hobbies.

[Their masterpost is here] (this is also getting an overhaul soon, but it's in construction for now lmao)

Storm (DU, he/him) and Natavriel (Tav, they/them) exist in the same timeline. Storm is a forsaken Durge, having lost his duel to Orin (at least in the main timeline I write about, but I occasionally delve into a happy ending for them too). My longfic dealing with the consequences of that for Tav and Astarion is post canon, but I do write one shots during the events of the game too, and those are a tiny bit less tragic.

If there's only ONE post to read about them it's the one about the companions relationships with them, here :3

Storm's tag | Natavriel's tag

I don't do DNIs, but I do speak of heavy and dark topics very often, so proceed accordingly 🩶

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