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[dieofbeeeees]

I love these 2, can you tell?

-Beenix

also don’t be shy, you can request dod art :3

[i-give-u--art]

YALL

Because it’s pride month I wana do something special :3

Send an ask with a character (or OC) and a pride flag

I will use the colors of the pride flag u pic and re-draw the characters with it :3

Ik it sound stupid but lmao idk

[longjohnsilverfish]

We’ve been busy

No NSFW here. Just a little soft slice of life.

If you want more of these, or NSFW, just ask me!

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Karlach held the bundle of life to her chest—the aching in her torso and agitation that she was happy to endure. Her ears pricked up as the air changed around her; the falling leaves, the chilly wind, the smell of warm sweet Faerûnian fires that welcomed all to a warm hug.

Autumn was here in Baldur’s gate.

And finally back from the Hells with a fixed heart—the first thing the red tiefling did was gather her lover—husband, now—and babe to return to Faerûn.

After that, it was a swift writing to their wonderful companions to return to Baldur’s Gate at once—a surprise, she said.

And now, Astarion stood with her—hand in hand—as they heard the laughter of their friends from inside the inn.

“Nervous, fangs?”, Karlach asked bemused.

“What? No!”, the vampire replied indignant. “Just, making sure Ivaebhin is comfortable—oh aren’t you comfortable, my sweet boy?”

Karlach rolled her eyes as the pale elf got on his toes to adjust the fabric of the baby’s bundle—Ivaebhin fussing as he suckled upon Karlach’s tit.

“He’s wondering why you are bothering him while he’s eating.”

“He must look presentable for our company.”, Astarion said plainly. “No son of mine will look out of place—oh, no you won’t! No you won’t, my darling babe!” His voice teased and pitched high, earning a coo from the baby boy.

Karlach was glad to see her darling Ivaebhin-Astarion Ancunín-Cliffgate now fully healthy and out of the hells.

Although Karlach was saddened by the fact her child was born in Avernus, she was more excited that their once little boy was now a heavy big man.

His body gained so much fat, he looked as though her was a rolly-polly. His horns were small bumps on his head, barely sharp and almost unnoticeable. His ears pointed up and back like an elf’s, unlike a tiefling’s. His tail was already so long, it coiled around his leg twice over. His thick curly black hair—so full, so beautiful.

But his eyes. Red, ruby eyes.

Astarion’s eyes.

“Y’know, he looks so much like you already.”

“Has he got fangs?” Astarion perked his head up in surprise. Not even six months had passed, and Astarion looked as if he aged ten years. Small creases in his smile, wrinkles under his eyes—the dreamboat Karlach loved, tired and exhausted just like her.

“Is our darling a little dhampir?” The pale slim fingers poked at the lip of Ivaebhin, who fussed.

“I mean, he has your eyes. Your curls. Look at him, Star.”

The elf cocked his head. “All I see is you, my dear. Beautiful, and perfect that has made a life even more perfect and beautiful.”

Astarion stared up to Karlach, kissing her cheek with a small jump.

“Tch. Down boy.”, the tiefling purred. “Let’s go in. I’m dying to see everyone’s face.”

“Yes, darling.” Astarion nodded his head, a nervous quick smile on his face. Just as Karlach’s face fell soft, the confidence resurged through her husband.

“After all, we must grace everyone with our presence!”

And both parents walked in.

And there seated, at the bar, was their old friends.

Gale, graying hair with his hand intertwined with Wyll’s—a ring on each of their hands.

Wyll looking older and well refined in royal clothing of silk and scarlet.

Lae’zel and Shadowheart, both bickering with one another as a small Githyanki child slept upon Shadowheart’s shoulders.

Halsin, sporting a new set of scars and a “wilds” look about him with longer hair tied in thick braids and feathers peeking through from birds nests.

Minthara, who played with her dagger out of boredom. She payed no attention, allowing her royal clothing to speak for her own tales of victory.

Jaheira and Minsc, who seemed to be looking for a certain rodent.

“Hey guys!”

Karlach called out, and each person looked up at once with a smile.

Their eyes looked to the tiefling and elf.

Then to the bundle.

A small red hand came up.

Then their faces fell with shock.

And the trumpets of God played.

The instinct was locked, the curiousity was set, the speed was known and assured.

The rush of not one, not two, not three, but eight people—and a small hamster—rushing towards the couple at the astonishing speed of light was so astounding, Karlach felt her own heart leap with surprise at what the fuck she was both seeing and hearing.

Am I dead? What the fucking am I hearing?

“KARLACH! YOU HAVE A BABY?” Shadowheart squealed in happiness, holding the Githyanki child close to her chest, patting his back. “Oh, Xan will be so happy to have a cousin!”

“Well, the mighty warrior spreads her blood.” Lae’zel voice held a hint of amusement. “Hard to imagine Astarion taming you. It must have been a glorious battle of bodies.”

“I’d imagine Karlach did the taming.” Minthara grinned, her raspy voice unusually kind. “Astarion is a jaluk, after all.”

As the girl all looked at the small baby Ivaebhin—who stared up in curiousity to his aunties—Astarion was being hounded himself.

“Astarion! Congratulations!”, Wyll exclaimed, hugging the elf. “If I had known it was a baby shower, I’d have dropped by the shops for a sailor hat and shaw.”

“Ha! That might be the funniest thing you’ve said.” Astarion sneered as Wyll stepped back. “No son of mine will be dressed so ghastly.”

“If he’s lucky, he’d get Karlach’s genes instead of yours.”, Gale spoke up, a snicker to his voice. “You seem to have aged ten years.”

“Ten years younger than you, human.” Astarion barred his teeth playfully. “Tell me, how’s the elder home? Good pudding and tea?”

“Enough jabs, Astarion.” The druid’s voice was amused. Halsin’s hand landed on his shoulder. “I am glad you have taken part in nature’s greatest acts. You must be proud.”

“I am.” The elf replied with a smile—the first of many he has been glad to share. “Truly.”

“Karlach!” Minsc’s voice was clear and booming. “You have had child in the hells, yes? Boo insists you must let the child roam Faerûn upon their feet to reclaim what has been taken from them for the last months of their birth.”

“I think it’s a little early for them to walk on their own, Minsc.” The red woman smiled. “But definitely.”

The mother held Ivaebhin up, now out of the cloth and in small clothes fixed to be made into small jammies.

“Welcome to Faerûn, you doll!”

Astarion hissed and looked away from his son, dramatic and somber. “Oh Gods, I can’t! What was I thinking, dirty hellish cloths for clothes!”

He looked to Wyll. “Wyll, fetch some new clothes—not sailor—make it demur, very silky and soft for his skin. No wait, make it loose—rather not so tight and delicate because of the movemen—you know what? Let’s go—KARLACH I’M GOING WITH WYLL TO FETCH OUR SON SUITABLE CLOTHES!”

Karlach grinned and showed the baby closer to the women that circled her. “Yes, babe.”, she replied absently. “So anyway, his name is Ivaebhin-Astarion—.”

“Of course the faerie names the son after himself. Such behaviour is associated with such creatures.” Minthara rolled her eyes. “What is his real name?”

“Ivaebhin-Astarion.”, Karlach replied. “I named him Astarion. He looks so much like him.”

The drowning woman walked closer to the baby—who stared into her eyes deeply. A small hand reached out and grabbed the bridge of her nose, mouth babbling nonsense of “bah” and “mah”. A small smiled quirked her lips as the woman pulled away, wiping her nose.

“Hm. It seems you have taught the little babe some phonetics.” She narrowed her eyes to Ivaebhin. “You do best to speak now, child. You must be better than every other babbling infant you meet.”

“Excellent words.”, agreed Lae’zel. “He and Xan will be greatly educated. Now is the question of who will be the better attacker. Me and Karlach are equally matched.”

“Speaking of which,” Karlach perked up. “We gotta spare! I learned a new technique to take down a cambion with my both my arms pinned!”

“Yes.”, Lae’zel agreed. “In me and Shadowheart’s—.”

“Oh, no!” The half-elf spoke up, putting Xan to the Gith’s chest—the boy looking up with wonder in his eyes. “You have been off doing daring-do, and you haven’t spent the last month with your son.”

Shadowheart kissed Xan’s head gently. “Karlach will have to wait.”

“Mama..” Xan’s voice squeaked out. “Mama.”

Karlach watched as Lae’zel gave narrowed eyes to the baby, before kissing in an unusually gentle gesture. “Yes yes. I am here.”

The gith looked up. “It seems our fight will wait, Karlach.”

“Y’know, Lae.” The tiefling spoke up. “We can always have the kids play and we egg them on. Y’know, like a friendly baby spare.”

This sparked a fire in the gith woman’s eyes. “Xan will be glorious in anything he desires. Such pass times will be child’s play!”

Oh, oh this.

This is gonna fucking rock.

[skyland2703]

Follow up to this post, I’m doing Power Rangers Color Coded Ships x Album Covers aesthetics

Find’em on this tag.

[sleepy-kiddo]

hii! i know you was doin the G3 pony requests an i was wonderin if you take requests for anythin else??? cuz you reawwy talented,,it totally ok if you don wanna!

Ah thankie so much!!

I may try depending on what it is! I'm best at drawing animals n creatures! It's been a while since I've drawn ppl tho, so I gotta get the hang of drawing hands and different poses/expressions again :p

Just nothing N..S/F..W c:

[80sgorl]

Y'ALL TYSM FOR 600 FOLLOWERS !! 💖

[i-give-u--art]

HEY

Ok guys I just got gatcha life 2 and I want to practice making people and stuff so…

Send me an ask with:

Ur fave animal/s (max 3)

Fave color/s

Fave aesthetic

And any extra info ie: age, gender, any specific details

And I will make you an OC :D