#i love this lil gremlin

[suokumi]

you should have hidden better~

[eddiesketti]

Astarion Baldur's Gate 3 for a patron sketch req

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[cozykitt]

[dragynkeep]

You ever listen to the radio and think to yourself “wow this song fits this character perfectly!” only to deal extreme emotional damage afterwards?

I present to you Because if You for Cinder Ironwood. Ouchies. 🥲

All the time, anon, 98% of my fanon playlist if made of songs I stole.

[ruubesz-draws]

Yeah, he don't bite. Instead, he'll atomic breath you

He's still a lil baby :)

This image just immediately made me think of them:

[shinyspacepirate]

Star Wars Rebels - Season Two

[oscahpitlane]

Lando on stream: There we go, good boy x Follow Daddy, there you go boy x Hey Kitten, uwu

[re-toooons]

Cons of having a Mexican human student

Yunn can sleep on a bed but where is the fun if you can’t swing full speed at night?

[inchidentalmeowmeow]

Babies 🥹

Max and Charles knowing each other since they were literal tater tots (5 according to Max) is blowing up on twitter again, so friendly reminder that these two both had a spiderman phase growing up as well ❤️💙

[inkz123]

Doodles u say? And you can NEVER have too much error

Giv em raccoon ears

Hes a tiny criminal

Gave him tail and coon grippies ehehe >:3

[akai-anna]

Hattori Heiji: *effortlessly jumps over traffic barrier*

Kudou Shinichi: *leaping over the same traffic barrier and stumbling*

[seraphiism]

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬

( can't you come to me now, this instant? i'm longing for you. )

chara : astarion fandom : baldur's gate 3 quote cr : ingmar bergman

astarion is not one for gentle affections, this quiet sense of intimacy a frightening and foreign being to this walking tragedy. yes, there is something he finds all too easy in the giving of himself to another, even if it may be through falsehoods & fatalities, even if there is something terribly lonely and desolate in a touch meant for the fervor. yet there is something so horribly different and confusing in the way he feels towards you-- from something born of deception and sickening sweet words to something more, to something real-- it makes no sense, and he despises this madness in limbo.

it's all too abstract and concrete all the same, and it's made of hypocriticals, but it's made of something so excruciatingly tender and naive, and maybe he thinks there's a safety to be found, somewhere, somehow, in you.

and perhaps that is the most frightening of all.

something weighs heavy on his mind ; something stirs beneath the rot carved into his chest, the hollows of being an ache in existence. it is so pronounced, so known, and surely this must be weakness. yes, that must be it-- nothing more, nothing less. he will admit that much, this fragility, because it's much easier to admit to that than to think of it being anything more.

ah, hells. he's too prideful, chin held high, practiced facade so carefully crafted. too stubborn, you think, to admit that he does find some semblance of comfort in your touch, and in the way his gaze meets yours, that lingering longing drowning in crimson hues, you understand.

you take a small step forward, note how he watches you with a vague hint of wariness. your movements are slow, cautious, but they are made of fondness and something reverent, and he does not know what to do with that.

you lace your fingers with his, squeeze his hand so gently that he almost cannot recognize this kindness you give to him. but he never can, can he? he'll never understand you, never understand why.

"sorry, astarion," you begin, "my hands are cold."

he blinks a few times, brow raised before he tilts his head in that certain, dramatic way you've grown to adore. the quiet joys that rest on the subtle curve of your lips grow the slightest bit at his reaction, and in return, he smiles, too.

"oh, how ridiculous. you always have to find excuses just to touch me, don't you?"

you laugh ; it is such a warm thing to hear, he thinks, and though he has only recently come to understand the sun's warmth, he does not think it could compare to yours.

[feenixmork]

Everyone shut up it's her day

[norriszn]

lando: oh wait, you can't hear me, hehehehe. you're a noob! max, don't reply if you're an idiot. max: ... lando: what? no reply? okay, i take that back. max: ... lando: max, if you don't reply it's cuz you suck at tarkov. max: *trying to speak* lando: what was that? what was that? max: i can hear the pc sounds but not you guys. lando: oh you're not replying to me, max?

[ghosting-fox]

if you think Moon is smoother than Sun, think again

Bonus:

Moon: Falling in love? Cringe 😤

Also Moon: *maladaptive daydreaming about marrying Y/N*

[chaoticlad]

It’s been a while since I’ve drawn these freaks