#magstarionweek

[onlyancunin]

So yeah, I tried to make something for the Magstarion week, but it quickly became the story of my life: too little too late.

I'll probably finish it, someday. At least I'd like to. I'm trying to finally learn digital illustration, so I'll be on the lookout for some coloring techniques & tutorials.

For now here's the lineart WIP, before I lose the file in the depths of my SSD.

P.S. Yes, this is Cersei's wine cup lmao

[lirotation]

Magistrate Ancunín

For #magstarionweek

Only did one, somehow I thought it was one prompt per week 😅🤣

[geckogeckogecko]

Tfw the wine causes a sudden and unexpected allergy to clothing

magistrate astarion week day 4 c:

[thiriann]

Magistrate Ancunín

For #magstarionweek

I've always wanted to participate in these kinds of events and I'm super happy I managed to catch this one on time :)

[lana-bg3fanart]

#magstarionweek - Day 5 - Death of Magistrate Astarion Ancunin, birth of the spawn of Cazador Szarr

[vancunin]

[vianstel]

Good day everyone!! We have organised a Magistrate Astarion Week (September 1st - 5th), since we barely know anything about his previous life! Use the hashtag #magstarionweek to share your headcanons, art, fics, screenshots and more revolving around Magstarion.

Have fun <333

(I forgot to post it on tumblr earlier, my apologies)

[darafernart44]

Magnificent magistrate Astarion

[a-spawn-on-my-lawn]

magstarry for u :3

[cinnamontails-ff]

Magistrate Astarion Week - Day 4

The Domestication of Magistrate Astarion - aka, he's good at coaxing people into his bed, sure, but when one of them actually stays the night and then proceeds to make him breakfast, he kinda sorta loses his shit.

Day 4: Lifestyle (minor NSFW mentions)

Astarion sheathed his dagger and strode into the kitchen. “Good morning, darling.” She whirled around with a start, one hand flying to the necklace that peeked out of her leisurely buttoned blouse. He remembered looking at it last night when she’d been asleep in his arms, wondering what might be inside the little locket. Surely not a picture of one of her parents. Perhaps one of her cat? Some legal philosopher who had passed hundreds of years ago? “Oh, good morning,” she said. “I … didn’t realize you were up.” “Indeed I am.” He leaned against the kitchen counter with as much nonchalance as he could muster. “And you, my dear, are still here.” He’d meant it teasingly, but her eyes widened in shock. “Do you want me to leave?” “Gods above, no!” He laughed, trying to mask the urgency in his tone, and slung an arm around her waist. “I’d never blame you for wanting the … morning program.” He pulled her flush against himself, one hand dipping lower to where her shirt was ending and her ass began, just as he’d done hundreds of times before. If she was still here, it meant she hadn’t quite gotten yet what she’d come for. Which was honestly a little ridiculous, given how many times he’d made her orgasm last night, but he’d be sure to provide. He’d give her everything she wanted. “Actually …” Smiling nervously, she took a half step backward. “I thought we could have breakfast? I’m starving.” Astarion followed her gesturing to the bowl full of eggs, next to it a loaf of fresh bread that definitely hadn’t been in his house yesterday. “Breakfast?” He eyed her, trying to gauge what this was. A fantasy of being spread out over the kitchen counter as he licked scrambled eggs out of her navel? Not that he’d be opposed to it — the Gods knew he’d facilitated odder fantasies in the past. But she didn’t look like there was anything carnal on her mind. In fact, most of her attention was on the dab of butter she’d deposited in the pan, watching with excitement as it started sizzling. “I went to the market this morning,” she explained. “I hope you don’t mind I brought all this stuff here. I was just really hungry after … you know.” Her blush was so disorientingly pretty, he couldn’t even come up with one of his usual innuendos. He just watched her in dumbstruck silence as she cut the bread into thick slices and poured him a cup of coffee, his hands accepting it automatically. She was still here. He’d fucked her to the brink of passing out and she was still here. Puttering around in his kitchen as if she had nowhere better to be on her day off. As if she was … comfortable. “Could you set the table?” she asked, stirring the eggs in the pan. “I’m not sure where you have your silverware.” Astarion also wasn’t sure, but he was glad to occupy his mind with a more solvable conundrum. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d actually sat down at the kitchen counter, rather than bend someone over it until they screamed his name. It felt nice.

Excerpt from chapter 15 of "Magistrate's Advocate"

[baklavagyna]

magstarionweek day 4 except its not day 4 anymore. wardrobe malfunction.......TWO. no one told astarion that his white pants are sheer.

sorry this is so fucking low effort but i have been absolutely fucking demolished by work but something is better than nothing amirite ladies. take solace in the pink whale tail.....

[anda-arts]

Super quick and dirty sketch of Magistrate!Astarion for Magistarion Week, for Day 1: Appearance. Bc I did a quick portrait sketch I decided to go with eyewear and give him a monocle lol.

Maybe I'll render this one out one day. But I have another idea for magistrate Astarion that I might wanna do first, since Astarion as Magistrate was the runner up in that poll I did.

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Commission Info

[geckogeckogecko]

“Darling, I can’t wear this…it’s from last season…”

for magistrate astarion week day 3 c:

[amischiefofmice]

magistrate week?

magistrate week!

Saw this going around so finished up my version of how it all started to go oh so wrong for our little bitey boy

[lana-bg3fanart]

#magstarionweek

[vancunin]

I was feeling a bit inspired by the #magstarionweek theme.