Sketch of the Day: No Stranger to A Needle
Other people have depicted this before and better than me! Just testing out some new ink brushes.
I kinda miss the old armor description detail that Astarion was into poetry and that one of those poems spoke to him so deeply he embroidered it straight into his clothes.
I just thought it was a cool detail.
You think Dame Aylin ever prayed to her mother in the Shadowfell, while being killed over and over by Sharans seeking to prove themselves as dark justiciars, asking her how much more must she endure?
Got me ugly crying for real.
Mortal Astarion X F! Human Tav. Ummm, angst.👀
For decades, this manor offered him a place to call home in the truest sense.
The hallway was a sacred gallery, adorned with paintings that were not mere canvases, but tangible echoes of their life together. Each brushstroke, lovingly rendered by her hand, captured the essence of cherished memories.
Whenever he opened the door at the end of the hallway, he was greeted by the radiant smile of his beloved, and the hearth beckoned him to surrender to its comforting embrace. Yet, it was the vast window next to it that held the greatest significance. The tender caress of sunlight danced across his skin as he lost himself in the pages of a book beside her. It was here, bathed in the golden rays, that he could truly revel in the miracle she had bestowed upon him – the cure to his vampiric curse, a gift of life, a reminder of the depths of her love and the power it held to transcend even the most insurmountable of boundaries.
Here at home, he had found everything his heart desired.
But nothing is ever truly perfect. Life simply doesn't work that way. Even the mightiest of fortresses cannot withstand the relentless march of time.
He thought he was ready for it, but not like this.
Never like this.
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The poem cited is "When You Are Old" BY W.B. Yeats. One of my favorites.❤️
Alright, thanks for reading the second installment of my "this did not really happen to my couple". After delving into the mortality of my Tav, Amaara, I found myself confronting a fear more profound than death itself – the fear of morbidity, of life's vibrancy fading before its inevitable end. So I decided to yank my CP around this theme. Self-indulgence at its finest.😊
Karlach the SECOND you stand still lol
Volume up!
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there’s context for this but.. too long to get into lol
A rainbow compilation of my bg3 tattoo designs! Happy pride!
If Durge romances Astarion, they fell in love with a man who escaped slavery twice.
If Durge romances Gale, they fell in love with a man with ambitions of godhood twice.
If Durge romances Karlach, they fell in love with someone who was betrayed by the people they trusted and sold to a devil twice.
If Durge romances Shadowheart, they fell in love with someone bound to an evil god twice.
If Durge romances Wyll, they fell in love with a man whose family abandoned him and became bound to a devil twice.
If Durge romances Lae’zel, they fell in love with someone who grew up in a brutal environment and every day was a struggle to survive twice.
#starry comp
Going into my replay of Aldiirn, one of my goals was to use Wyll more BUT HE KEEPS DISAPPROVING… It's kinda hilarious since both are community-minded and self-sacrificing but evidently have very different ideas of the Nature of Man and how to go about adventuring. I came to the conclusion that Aldiirn just doesn't like Wyll because he's too goody-goody. You can't just barge in, shove your morality in people's faces, then leave for the next adventure, that's insane!
Another goal was to act more in-character, which meant using Astarion for anything especially chaotic I wanted to do lmao. The goblins automatically accosted Aldiirn after Astarion did the toast, like YEAH Aldiirn would be running right in to cover for his ass.