"Ive Been Dead In The Ground For Long Enough. Its Time To Try Living Again.

"I’ve been dead in the ground for long enough. It’s time to try living again.”

Had a stupid idea of the BG3 group getting magically race swapped Dungeon Meshi style

Shadowheart - Githyanki (pretends she is unaffected, but is actually screaming internally and that close to losing it)

Lae'zel - Human (utterly disgusted at THE NOSE)

Gale - High Elf (the orb is still there, but his glorious beard isn't)

Wyll - Drow (the very drow Baldurian romance novels want them to be, call him Rizz't. but also give him a hug because the poor man is getting tired of all these uncalled transformations)

Astarion - Gnome (inconsolable. defeated. grieving. refuses to leave his tent. the "you laugh you lose your femoral artery" challenge)

Karlach - Dragonborn (smoking hot, soldier!)

Halsin - Halfling (the most ripped, beefiest halfling you've ever seen, excited about the new perspective. climbing Mt. Halsin is not an option, but people want him to climb them now)

Snip/WIP Day

thanks to @xxnashiraxx for the tag!

I am a believer that Astarion likes every part of his partner's body, but also

Titties

Astarion breaks away, planting some tender kisses along the crook of her shoulder, hooking his arms under hers and cupping her breasts once again as he does, swaying them from palm to the tips of his fingers to feel their weight. Delightful. Oh, to sink his fangs into the soft flesh of one, draining every last drop of blood until she's just a lifeless corpse... Not the best or most wanted idea, but fuck if it doesn't make him hard. Hircine looks down at his ministrations in puzzlement, finding his current actions underwhelming. Astarion grins against her shoulder blade, playfully jiggling her breasts in his hands so they ripple and bounce. An unamused glare is flashed his way, but all it does is make him laugh and nuzzle against her cheek. “I’m just letting Belbol and Iiyola breathe, pet, it’s no surprise you were feeling so poorly today…” And finding himself merciful, Astarion decides she deserves what she asked for. ‘Harder.’ Taking her pert nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he twists and pulls. The sweet cry that erupts from Hircine is cut short when she claps her hand over her mouth, falling limply back against his chest. Well, that just won’t do. He drops his hold on her to force Hircine to stand on her own, moving away with hands on hips, clicking his tongue in disappointment. “Hircine, darling, I won’t tolerate any quietness tonight. If I’m touching you, I had better hear it.” “But—” She starts to say and Astarion wags a finger in her face. “No ‘buts’! We both know the servant’s won’t step foot out here. I want to hear you, and you will be heard. Understood?” She chews on her lip and nods. “Yes, Husband.”

And yes, he has named her tits.

tagging @shewhowas39, @khywren, @partmathpartmagic, @selunesdreams, @busy-baker

@zozoparsnips, @davenswitcher

My first Baldur's Gate 3 illustration! Hoping to create a series based on the companions. I wonder who will be next...

Okay, dearest followers, be honest.

Which one of your fictional crushes do you truly believe that you could pull irl? Realistically. Taking all factors into account. Whether you were in their universe or not, up to you. But be HONEST.

🩸Choose Your Fate 🩸

So many hands. I'm probably not gonna be able to tag them all without a bloat lol

So let's play a game! How many can you identity?

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