'I know something, you don't knooww~'

— ⊹₊⋆ ♱ shall i tell you of the night...

[ vampire by amber asylum ]

every six months i remember i have tumblr! :D

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continuation of this

Just finished up this BG3 commission for @imperiuswrecked! based off of the 1850 painting of Dante and Virgil, it was a lot of fun to work with these poses 🩸

Crouched down, Astarion had only let the thought of asking the other cross his mind briefly. The urge to drink was much stronger than his manners. Because of this, Astarion was already leaning over the man. Hovering ever so steadily, to the point where the gentle smell of his clothes and hair filled his nostrils. He could feel the heat from the others skin drifting close to his lips even before he placed his mouth on the dreamer's neck. Their pulse filling his ears and he became suddenly aware of the quickened pace of... anxiety. Instinctively he drew back, eyes locking with the others as he closed his mouth. Wetting his lips as he flicked through various thoughts, doing his best to find an appropriate response.

Only to instinctively slide back into his usual flirtatious cover. A smile gracing his pale features as half-lidded crimson eyes stared down. His vampirism was obvious now, fangs flashing in the gentle flicker of the campfire next to them as he spoke.

“Well, I was going to surprise you but seems I’m the one in for a surprise.” He shown very little intent on hiding it now. Although he had hoped perhaps that the other would take his word than press matters.

@aancunin || plotted

Bezi didn't make a habit of sleeping around strangers, but there were exceptions to most rules and as far as exceptions went, this one was pretty big. He and his traveling companions were each infected by a parasitic little hitch hikers, destined to turn into mind flayers. The possibility had kept him up for the first couple of days, but now? Lulled by exhaustion and the beginnings of trust in his fellow survivors, he was out like a light, sprawled under the open stars. Firelight danced across his tawny skin and his long, blond hair haloed his head in waves. His chest rose and fell with slow, deep breaths. One powerful hand lay harmless on his chest. He was the very picture of repose- until something caught his attention. Be it instinct, some heightened sense, or the very puff of Astarion's breath, the result was the same; Bezi's eyes popped open, and the hand on his chest snapped away to press itself to Astarion's own breast, buying room for Bezi's drowsy mind to catch up.

Astarion, the Decadent

{ he is a WIP but @hisdurge is the Origin Durge that I’m making (: I hope y’all like the pale Lizard as much as I do! }

{ going to be making a side blog for the origin “dragonborn durge” soon, because I dont see enough art for him and I think the white/blood stained lizard is a cutie }

what are your opinions on pistachios

“Out of context, this is going to tickle you fiercely but I do not care for eating nuts.”

“Before you laugh — who would’ve thought vampire fangs are sensitive to touching hard food?”

Astarion vs Cazador animation I did for fun!! 🩸

A gaggle of mini Astarions

He is reading forbidden knowledge! What will he learn???

{ going to be making a side blog for the origin “dragonborn durge” soon, because I dont see enough art for him and I think the white/blood stained lizard is a cutie }

The file name is Catstarion :p

Possession

bloodweave (again)

went back and did some minor changes, thought id post again 🤷‍♂️

Me and the bad bitch I pulled by having a book nook