#arczi

[vince-linder]

Commission piece

Beloved @arczism did a commission for me of my boys.

AND IT LOOKS SO PREBBY. I MEAN LOOK AT THEM

[timaeusterrored]

Incoherent SCREAMING ITS VINCENT AND KERRY

MY BABY BOY

MY LOVE

UGH they are perfect

@arczism MY LOVE DREW THEM FOR ME AND IM LOSING MY GODDAMN MARBLES OVER THEM

AND AND AND NIBBLES IN HIS JACKET😭😭😭

[jasakime]

IT'S THE BABIES 💕💕💕 I love them SM you always pop off ISTG

my blorbos :c Vance belongs to @jasakime

[bg3tarotdeck]

✨🔮 meet our contributors 🔮✨

Drawn next from the contributor deck is @arczism, who's joining us as a merch artist.

Within the coming week, you can expect us to pull more contributors from the deck. But for now, please show Arczi some love! 💜

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Lavender and Starflower (Mobster AU) - Chapter 1

The Dekarios Clan reigns over Waterdeep as the city’s protector for centuries. Suddenly, the Clan gets challenged by Cazador, the head of the Szarr Clan that rules over Baldur’s Gate. Of course, such an attack won’t be tolerated and the intruder must be forced back and out of the City of Splendors. While fixing destroyed protection sigils, Gale, wizard prodigy and heir of the Dekarios Clan, meets a charming stranger called Astarion. And Gale makes the biggest mistake of his life; he invites the pale elf into his home.

Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, graphic description of violence, non-con/rape, smut, angst, emotional rollercoaster, mobster AU

I have no idea where I'm going with this one yet, but I was inspired to start writing it when I saw this artwork by @arczism (I hope you like this mobster AU, Arczi <3)

The poem's my own, but is inspired by 'The Starry Night' by Anne Sexton. Also, I named the poet after her, lol.

This is obviously an AU that isn't related to my other work.

Ah, yes, Waterdeep. The City of Splendors. It was especially beautiful at this time of the year: autumn.

Gale Dekarios, wizard prodigy and heir of the Dekarios Clan, watched the pigeons on the balcony's parapet as he drank his cup of lavender tea. When he caught a motion in his peripheral vision, he smiled and said: "Not today, Tara. Leave the pigeons be."

The calico tressym – it's a tressym, not a cat, mind you – huffed.

"Can't a lady have hobbies?" she asked, miffed.

"You can hunt as many pigeons as you want, my dear Tara, but not the ones on my balcony because some of them are carrier pigeons and I need them."

The addressed sighed deeply, but walked back to the fluffy pillows in front of the crackling fireplace.

"Alright, I'll leave them be – for you. Because I love you oh-so much, Mr. Dekarios," she said, long-sufferingly.

"Thanks, Tara," chuckled Gale and finished his tea.

Right on time, as always, there were three quick knocks at the door.

"Come in!" the wizard prodigy shouted while he stood up and took the jacket from the back of his chair.

A massive half-orc entered, long, black hair in a messy bun and a pair of glasses on his big nose.

"Good evening, Murk. How are you?"

"'m good, Gale, Sir. Are ya ready to go? The boss wants to see ya."

The addressed sighed, but nodded. While he followed his quasi-bodyguard across the halls of the Dekarios Estate, Gale straightened the collar of his black jacket. Modern formal wear. That's all the boss got today. Gale wasn't in the mood to don the traditional robes for the visit.

Murk knocked at the office door, opened it, and stuck his head in.

"Uhm, boss? Yer son's here."

"Excellent. Come in – both of you."

Murk held the door open and Gale took a deep breath before he entered the spacious office.

Morena Dekarios, head of the Dekarios Clan and Archmage of Waterdeep, stood in front of the window and watched the vespertine hustle and bustle of the harbour. Her long, brown hair flowed over her shoulders and her back, spilling and curling like the sea. The dark purple robe she wore – she demanded to call it a robe even though it was more of a dress in Gale's opinion – hugged her curvy body and looked absolutely stunning. Morena was a gorgeous woman and anyone who claims that women over forty are unattractive has no idea what they're talking about.

Gale indicated a small bow.

"Hello, mum, how can I help?"

His mother smiled, closed the short distance between them, and stroke Gale's cheek tenderly.

"My darling boy," Morena said, "you look dashing tonight – even without the family robe."

She kissed his cheek – she was a rather tall woman – and hugged him tightly. Gale returned the warm embrace happily, but muttered: "What's wrong, mum?"

The addressed sighed.

"It's that pretentious prick of Baldur's Gate. That greedy bastard of a clan leader. Cazador." Morena spat his name like it was putrid. Then, she finally let go of her son, with furrowed brows and visibly enraged. "He already reigns over all of Baldur's Gate, but no, that's not enough for that utter prick! Now, he's waltzing into our city and thinks he can take it too! How dare he!"

"But," Gale furrowed his brows, "what's he doing here? The Szarr Clan never tried to expand their territory before. Why now?"

"I don't know, and that's what worries me," replied Morena. "As Waterdeep's Archmage family, it is our duty to keep the city safe. Szarr's lackeys already tried to break multiple protection sigils in the city. And for some reason, they're attacking brothels first." Morena frowned. "I don't know what Cazador's goal is exactly, but I won't let him run around in our city and frighten our prostitutes! They're very important for our business and the best unconventional way to receive certain information. I won't tolerate Cazador's behaviour and we will show him where he belongs and with whom he's messing with." She sighed and brushed a stray hair behind her ear. She looked at Gale and continued in a much softer tone. "Dear, I'd like you to check on the brothels and fix the broken protection sigils. Meanwhile, I'll have some meetings to attend to calm down certain politicians, nobles, clerics, and other people in power who act like scared chicken."

"But, mum, it's Friday night. Everybody's out partying with their friends," Gale objected.

"Dear," Morena look at him with raised eyebrows, "you neither have friends, nor do you like partying."

"Ouch."

"Well, don't try to fool your mother. See you later, my darling boy."

"See you later, mum."

Chuckling, Gale kissed his mother goodbye and left the Dekarios Estate with Murk. Together, they made their way through the city, from brothel to brothel, and took a look at the damage.

Gale was confused about Cazador's attempts to break the protection sigils of brothels. It would make much more sense to do this to spells cast on the bank, government buildings, or the homes of nobles instead.

Maybe, it's some kind of reverse psychology trick, pondered Gale. What else would the Szarr Clan want to achieve with unsafe brothels?

After repairing the last protection spell, Murk fidgeted around, slightly bashful.

"Uhm, Gale, Sir? Since we're done with work, could I stay here and order a drink or two? And maybe a girl?"

"Of course, Murk. I'll find home by myself," Gale answered with a chuckle. He waved everyone goodbye and left through the back door. Sighing deeply, Gale looked up at the small strip of the night sky that was visible between the buildings' roofs.

"Lovely night, isn't it?"

Startled, Gale turned to find the man who'd spoken the words - and the sight took his breath away.

There were silver-white curls, striking eyes, pale skin, and black leather. So much black leather.

The man, an elf, smirked. A haughty little thing that didn't show his teeth (which were probably perfect too, Gale imagined).

"Cat got your tongue?" the stranger teased.

"No." Gale cleared his throat. "I simply didn't expect company for my stargazing.

'And the day drowns in the darkness of the sky,

while the night boils with sparkling stars.

Painted with fae dust and magic in jars,

oh, starry night, this is how I want to die.'"

"Hmm... Annelore Nixton. I love her poems," the elf mused. "They always have a certain inclination towards the macabre."

Gale beamed at him, asking: "You know her poems? You have no idea how rare it is to meet someone who knows her. I mean, sure, Elven poets aren't popular with most humans, but -"

He paused when he heard the stranger chuckle.

"An admirer of Elven poetry. How droll." The handsome stranger smirked again and held out his hand. "My name's Astarion and with whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"

"Gale. Gale of Waterdeep," replied the wizard and shook the offered hand. It was cool to the touch and Gale wondered for how long Astarion had been standing out here.

"Well then, Gale of Waterdeep, how about a drink? Or something else?" the pale elf asked.

"Something else?"

"Mh, yes, darling." Astarion placed a hand on Gale's upper arm and stepped closer. A wave of rosemary, bergamot, and brandy wafted over, and Gale inhaled deeply. Gods, Astarion smelled so good. Smirking knowingly, the latter leaned in, purring: "You could recite more poetry to me. Or, we could have some fun."

Gale swallowed thickly.

"Fun?" he squeaked.

"Sex, darling. Only if you want to, of course."

Gale paused, looking Astarion up and down.

"Are you a prostitute? I mean nothing against said profession, I'm very openminded. You're just very blunt about your approach and –"

"Even if I would be a prostitute, I wouldn't charge you," interrupted Astarion. "You caught my eye and I think you're endearing and sweet. I can even imagine that you have a library at home."

"I do, in fact," Gale said proudly. After a moment of hesitation, he asked the one thing his mother forbade him to ask. "Would you like to see it?"

The elf's smirk widened.

"I'd loved to, darling. Take me home."

And Gale opened a portal and, for the very first time, invited a stranger into his home.

[jasakime]

Because @arczism posted them I am now inclined to do the same ft. Vance and Vito <3

Check their art and collection of boys together RN

[moderndaycirce]

Bad Romance | SilverV | Cyberpunk 2077

Summary: Since Mikoshi, V had found himself being drawn to Johnny time and time again. Something about the man was comforting, and something about the fact that Johnny knew him from the inside out kept bringing him back for more... Notes: Thanks again to Arczi for letting me use your boy for evil. This originally started as something silly to make you laugh but it turned into this.

Read the tags.

Content Warning: blowjob, spit as lube, daddy kink, choking, breeding, degradation

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48420202

[moscovrium]

wbiłam dzisiaj na genshina

dalej mamy matching nicki

pojawiłam się w serduszku w którym mieliśmy screena

teksknie ale nie tęsknie

mam nadzieje ze dajesz rade

~twoja arczi

[vince-linder]

How I met your Dad

Today I was bored, so I sat down and finished the design of my lil blorbo son, Jackie, and fully did my baby girl Scar. After getting them to sit down, Vince could tell them all the stories about how he met Johnny. <3 Loving ma lil family. (also she is the lil baby on the baby drawing from arczi)

[hqtaketotheskies]

🐉 Zine Preview | Art by Arczi 🐉

Arczi's piece in our zine draws on inspiration from the queen of dragons herself, but with Oikawa as the king. See their work in full in our zine; order yours before Feb. 5th by using the link below!

✨ | https://hqdragonriders.bigcartel.com/ | ✨

[cloudyna]

[jasakime]

💕💕💕💕💕💕😭😭😭😭 OMG

I love you and ur art and ur blobo very much 💕💕💕

No i love Ur blorbo 🔫

[puti-n]

Chciałbym by wszyscy byli szczęśliwi Ale Jednak wiesz tak się nie da bo za dużo ziomek w tym kraju debili kurestwa wokół i fałszywych ludzi których unikam bo mam już tego dosyć

Arczi $zajka

[oddajmiaparat]

Mod: Monia & Arczi

instagram: laniatomczuk

[jasakime]

Song: Mokita - Love Alone

Happy Birthday @arczism!!!! (Posted with her permission)

I've committed yet another crime by stealing your boy again <3

I know how shocking yes another post with the two himbos again.

This animatic takes place on a seperate AU for the ship🥰

I drew all of the animatic portions of the MV and edited the entire thing. The montage section is a mix of mine and Arczi's art <3

[moderndaycirce]

Sorry You're Not a Winner | V/V | Cyberpunk 2077

Summary: She hates him. She really, really hates him. So why is she letting him tie her up? Pin her down on the desk?

Does this mean he's won?

A V/V smutty one shot, where an arrangement between two rivals comes to a head in the middle of a gig.

Notes: Honestly wrote this cause I wanted to do a little kink/BDSM practice, so thank you to Arczi for letting me borrow your boy for this- their enemy/enemy dynamic is so much fun to write.

Read the tags.

Content Warning: bondage, ropeplay, shibari if you squint, edging/denial, spanking/slapping, rough sex, breeding

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48415270