I want to haunt you—not out of anger,
but because your silence
turned me feral.
A ghost at your doorstep
felt closer
than the living thing
you abandoned.
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@pseudo-emotions
I want to haunt you—not out of anger,
but because your silence
turned me feral.
A ghost at your doorstep
felt closer
than the living thing
you abandoned.
the pretend plot of bg3: you've gotta get these tadpoles out and stop a giant floating brain with delusions of grandeur
the real plot of bg3: in order to date us (the party) you must defeat our seven evil exes: a half-demon warlock patron, the literal goddess of magic, a vampiric lord, an insane cult leader , an archdemon, the goddess of darkness, and finally, the Trauma
I'm gonna finish this year with this pic of Astarion, again, send by husband ❤️
I love how they blindly trust the MC
scooby-doo ass gang fr
I made a 90s shoujo inspired animation of Astarion.
I've been thinking about making pins out of these but I'm not sure yet 👀
should I make this an enamel pin?
yes
no
A bad photoshop will always be funnier than an AI image no matter what
petty vanity
Hey so this interaction is devastating
the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me
just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.
like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.
in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.
how am i supposed to act normal about this.
durge fishing batstarion out of the punchbowl. cannot take his ass anywhere
these aint my sins, i broke my chains
The head banker having to deal with your bs while you're lockpicking the high security vaults right in his face is so funny (and this is moments after they just got robbed)
one more
A @corviiids tweet that is very important to me 🙏 I'm always thinking about spawn Astarion how he loves the sun
after party. a mysterious invite to a masquerade ball. a flap of wings in the distance. A distant flap of dragon wings. A return of an old friend? A dance with your companion..
Rough concepts for a masquerade ball in the upper city with subterfuge missions and a dance with your companion. One can dream 🥹
who should i draw next for the ball? XD
Tav, using their Pet Owner Voice: What have you got in your mouth? What are you eating? Drop it! Drop it right now!
Scratch: [whines and drops Wyll's boot]
Owlbear Cub: [guiltily spits out Boo, alive and unharmed]
Halsin, currently a bear: [drops a half-eaten salmon and makes an indignant noise]
Astarion: [startles at the raised voice, lets go of Tav's wrist, reclaims it and goes back to his breakfast once he realises they're not talking to him]
Gale: [chewing faster]
Tav, sternly: Gale...
Gale: [reluctantly spits out a powerful magical artefact into Tav's outstretched hand]
Tav, muttering under their breath: Can't have shit in the Gate.
Gale, ruefully rubbing the back of his neck, also under his breath: Gods forbid a wizard do anything
Durge: [spits out a goblin toe]