Shadowheart: “Fabian ran his calloused fingers along Allura's scales. Her tail quivered in response...”
Wyll: ''Taste me', Allura pleaded. Fabian smashed his lips against hers and their tongues twisted together like two eels in the Sword Sea."
Tav:
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Shadowheart: “Fabian ran his calloused fingers along Allura's scales. Her tail quivered in response...”
Wyll: ''Taste me', Allura pleaded. Fabian smashed his lips against hers and their tongues twisted together like two eels in the Sword Sea."
Tav:
Say cheese!!!
Drawing the whole damn squad was quite some work but I've done it. These are for MCM London specifically...getting them printed as little faux polaroid pics :3c
Once again saying that BG3 works so much better as a story if you let some of the storytelling be allegorical.
Gale being eaten up by his ambition by making it literally an orb in his chest, that is only sated when he finds contentment.
Karlach’s heart being on fire because she loved so strongly and refuses to stop even in the face of brutal betrayal, even as it hurts her.
Wyll’s horns not being a literal turning into anything, but instead the weight of his choices on his head for all to know, so he has to face up to them and choose a path, even if neither is the straightforward hero.
The shadow curse being the heavy impenetrable weight that settles over a family after the loss of a child.
I’m sure there’s more but as a starter…
Astarion's ascension being the perpetuation of the cycle of abuse, or the breaking of it through strong relationships with people that not only support him but hold him accountable.
Thaniel and Oliver being the irreversible changes one goes through as a result of trauma, an outright schism between the pre-trauma and post-trauma selves, that nonetheless can be peacefully reconciled.
The trials of Shar being the condition an abused and gaslit child grows up in: don't be seen, make yourself small to avoid the ire; see yourself as the problem and internalise the abuse, become hostile to yourself; having to navigate the minefield of the abuser's moods and expectations, without knowing what those are.
“Everyone Has To Suffer, It's A Fact Of Life" Shadowheart
First digital painting study of Shadowheart is finished. I have a few more ideas from her but this is one of them!
convention season starts next month and I’m hard at work getting these ready for them.
hope you enjoy!
you can’t cast a shadow without a little light ★
wyll looking STUNNING with this hair mod by @neonbutchery
Several weeks ago, my retirement-age mother requested that I play Baldur’s Gate 3 for her because she has trouble with controllers/keyboards and wanted “to see what all the fuss is about with that cute wizard boy.” For context, my mother and I have done this sort of thing in the past with certain RPGs (dragon age, mass effect, etc.), but it’s been a few years since she’s personally requested a game like this. Basically, I control her Tav but let her make all the choices so she can determine how the story plays out without worrying about mechanics. She treats it like a choose-your-own-adventure book.
Anyway, here is a list of some of the things my mother has said and/or chosen to do throughout the course of BG3 in no particular order:
Today my mother and I started Act III in Baldur’s Gate. I also informed her that a few hundred people on tumblr think she’s neat for playing BG3, and it absolute made her day! She appreciates the love and thanks you all for agreeing that she has wonderful taste in funny wizard men.
Here’s an abridged list of today’s shenanigans:
mizora hanging out in the open as a full devil - right in the flaming fist's headquarters - speaks to how baldurians really are just new yorkers. like wyll is arguing with her at full volume about his pact, and everyone in the room is focusing on their second-rate everything soup because they KNOW they don't wanna get involved in whatever the fuck that is
color sketch...shadowheart my beloved
I’ve got the BG3 gang goes to a gala quest tadpole wriggling around in my head