Many have written about how Karlach throws Astarion, well… Don't worry, no Astarions were harmed! But I can't say the same about Gortash…
Hey, sometimes you just gotta make do with whatever is at hand ...
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Many have written about how Karlach throws Astarion, well… Don't worry, no Astarions were harmed! But I can't say the same about Gortash…
Hey, sometimes you just gotta make do with whatever is at hand ...
Sexy Gortash. I’m feral for that man.
absorbed by bg3 again like gale absorbs magic items so here's my favorite non-romancable npcs and rendering experiment
(Raph's look is inspired by Nikjima's "Such a Tease" mod btw!!)
It's been a long time since I posted anything, two months probably 😅
Anyway, here's some fancy Raphael for the Nine Hells fashion series ✨✨
I'm finally allowed to post everything I draw in one of our local zines dedicated to BG3 Anniversary. Here's an art of Raphael's sticker, where maybe I got a bit carried away. Thinking about creating my own merch... Here are wips
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BORN TO BE A FASHION STAR
When I read the comments to my post "Give-me-art-ideas-because-I-need-muse-to-come-again", it was really refreshing. And the comment "Raphael on the catwalk" guided all my thought) And the other ideas already were "Hey, it sounds like an articles in the fashion magazine!"😆
So, I designed it as a VOGUE cover just how it might look like in the Nine Hells)
Also did a clean poster:
And as always I leave the link for my Google Drive, where you can download it in original quality ^_^
*Update: now I have a new problem... I want to READ this magazine!😅
My druid Tav, Daenara, with Raphy.
This is what I consider to be my artistic magnum opus from the last two years.... Maybe one day I'll do something as good or better...
And some doodles of them and their dynamic:
Oh, just me wanting to loop Raphael’s Final Act again (and again lol)
Down came the claw
Grab prints here or here.
Reading about bats together
started playing bg3. met this cambion weirdo. unfortunately it really does have someone for everyone
HUSBAND
✄ ʝεรƭε૨'ร ɱαรƭε૨ℓเรƭ ✄
REQUESTS CURRENTLY OPEN! -/5 (If there is a fandom you're curious about pls ask in dms)
"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚓𝚊𝚛; 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎."
DO THIS! REQUEST MY POOKS!
"Oh my god, I can't believe you're drunk at work. I should've figured. Typical you always needing to drink some of that cheap shit." The shorter cat demon says, a hand resting on her hip. While she leans over the counter with furrowed brows, fixing the feather of her outfit. The tiny stub of a tail flicks while she looks at him with an unimpressed look.
“Ey, you tellin’ me how ta do my job?”
Husk is having none of this shit today. Cute as the little cat demon may be, he wasn’t going to let anyone tell him when he could drink his booze. To make a point, he chugs down a few more mouthfuls in spite of her.
“‘Sides, the cheap shit makes ya forget quicker. More money to do other shit with.”
“I never said anything to you about doin’ your job, dearie. You’re the one springing into a hissy little fit over an observation.”
A small snicker leaves her lips while she takes a seat on one of the bar stools, resting her elbows on the counter. Eyeing the many assortment of alcohol behind him.
“You have a point, dearie. But I prefer my strong poison choice. Give me your strongest whiskey on the rocks.” She was an avid drinker, a little secret she had of hers. Hence why she could hold her liquor so well the majority of the time.
“Besides…cheap booze doesn’t cut it for me.”
“Hissy fit my ass.”
He mutters to himself, getting up on his tip toes to reach up above his head. His paw grabs some of the best alcohol they have, turning back to her with a smooth flourish. He then reaches under the bar to grab a decent sized glass and dips it into a bucket of ice. Once not too full or too empty of ice is when he pours it in. Content and making sure there’s no foam on top, he slides it down the bar to her.
“Hehehe. Thanks.” She couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip, seeing as he was short. Not that she could say anything, she was shorter than him- the only thing that kept her slightly taller are her heels.
“It’s cute seeing a short little kitty like you on your tiptoes. Haha. I’m not one to talk though. Again just an observation~” She said in a sing song, before grabbing the glass while chugging the entire thing right back. Even the ice. She sets the glass back down onto the counter.
“Hit me again.”
Oh,he was huffy. So huffy in fact, his fur was standing on end. This lady urked him. Yet.. he listened. All things considered, she was pretty hot. He nods, filling her glass once more with the deep amber liquid.
“Whatever..”
"I'm just teasing good lookin'." She swings the drink right back, setting it back down on the counter. Slowly she stands and stretch, heading right behind the counter to grab his wrist.
"Look no one is going to come in right now. Let's blow this place and go somewhere."
"Oh my god, I can't believe you're drunk at work. I should've figured. Typical you always needing to drink some of that cheap shit." The shorter cat demon says, a hand resting on her hip. While she leans over the counter with furrowed brows, fixing the feather of her outfit. The tiny stub of a tail flicks while she looks at him with an unimpressed look.
“Ey, you tellin’ me how ta do my job?”
Husk is having none of this shit today. Cute as the little cat demon may be, he wasn’t going to let anyone tell him when he could drink his booze. To make a point, he chugs down a few more mouthfuls in spite of her.
“‘Sides, the cheap shit makes ya forget quicker. More money to do other shit with.”
“I never said anything to you about doin’ your job, dearie. You’re the one springing into a hissy little fit over an observation.”
A small snicker leaves her lips while she takes a seat on one of the bar stools, resting her elbows on the counter. Eyeing the many assortment of alcohol behind him.
“You have a point, dearie. But I prefer my strong poison choice. Give me your strongest whiskey on the rocks.” She was an avid drinker, a little secret she had of hers. Hence why she could hold her liquor so well the majority of the time.
“Besides…cheap booze doesn’t cut it for me.”
“Hissy fit my ass.”
He mutters to himself, getting up on his tip toes to reach up above his head. His paw grabs some of the best alcohol they have, turning back to her with a smooth flourish. He then reaches under the bar to grab a decent sized glass and dips it into a bucket of ice. Once not too full or too empty of ice is when he pours it in. Content and making sure there’s no foam on top, he slides it down the bar to her.
"Hehehe. Thanks." She couldn't help but bite her bottom lip, seeing as he was short. Not that she could say anything, she was shorter than him- the only thing that kept her slightly taller are her heels.
"It's cute seeing a short little kitty like you on your tiptoes. Haha. I'm not one to talk though. Again just an observation~" She said in a sing song, before grabbing the glass while chugging the entire thing right back. Even the ice. She sets the glass back down onto the counter.
"Hit me again."
"Oh my god, I can't believe you're drunk at work. I should've figured. Typical you always needing to drink some of that cheap shit." The shorter cat demon says, a hand resting on her hip. While she leans over the counter with furrowed brows, fixing the feather of her outfit. The tiny stub of a tail flicks while she looks at him with an unimpressed look.
“Ey, you tellin’ me how ta do my job?”
Husk is having none of this shit today. Cute as the little cat demon may be, he wasn’t going to let anyone tell him when he could drink his booze. To make a point, he chugs down a few more mouthfuls in spite of her.
“‘Sides, the cheap shit makes ya forget quicker. More money to do other shit with.”
"I never said anything to you about doin' your job, dearie. You're the one springing into a hissy little fit over an observation."
A small snicker leaves her lips while she takes a seat on one of the bar stools, resting her elbows on the counter. Eyeing the many assortment of alcohol behind him.
"You have a point, dearie. But I prefer my strong poison choice. Give me your strongest whiskey on the rocks." She was an avid drinker, a little secret she had of hers. Hence why she could hold her liquor so well the majority of the time.
"Besides...cheap booze doesn't cut it for me."