Im sorry for disappearing for a month, but as promised…..butt cheek witty dress FROM THE FRONT (bonus Rhulk is kinda here)

if anyone remembers that plastic looking pink/black dress from pinterest or something, well The Witness is wearing it now. Slay.

what if we were two celestial bodies and we kissed?

(also, hallo I am back!)

a lil sketch after seeing Dune Part 2

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the best part of the holiday animated short: mobile heater Karlach

"No! No, fuck you and fuck everything you've ever done to me."

Some studies of Astarion's catharsis...

The Witness in an extremely low cut back dress, for your consideration.

@bioluminosity taught me how to shade those back muscles/spine <333 thank u

If this gets a 100 likes, I'll draw it in the dress from the front. Oh, what ever could it look like

getting back into DnD again with my friend's campaign, I revived my 2nd DnD character, Magnesium. (Any/All) a warforged created specifically for navigating the Astral Plane. Mag is a clockwork soul sorcerer.

At Long Last...Finality Takes Shape!

In Final Shapes, explore the visions of The Final Shape from our artists as they offer their perspectives on just what it means to them. Through the philosophies and aesthetics of the Witness, these works investigate the coming end to the Light and Dark Saga.

In revelation of the truth, in the pursuit of meaning, we must bestow the children of the Universe our gift...The Final Shape... @finalityzine

I like to think Astarion was a mama’s boy….(young Astarion headcanons below)

They didn’t grow up wealthy, but she valued what few finery they had (she was a seamstress, so she made all their clothes and she was DAMN GOOD at it)

Astarion looked just like her. Silvery hair in waves that curled at the bottom, blue eyes with gold flecks, pale skin common among moon elves.

She taught him how to sew/embroidery

As Astarion grew older, his knack for light fingered antics and deception wasn’t encouraged, but it also wasn’t unwelcome. She wanted her son to be safe, but she was also proud of his cunning and intelligence.

The look on her face when he came home at the age of 30, with fake documents proving their noble status, and another a forged law degree….she could only laugh as she pulled her son’s ear, chastising him while he cheekily grinned back. He wanted them to have a better life, and it was about to begin.

He would purchase garments that they would’ve not been able to afford prior, but complain they lacked the fine stitching that she possessed (she would make adjustments to them when he was away). He bought her the best materials for sewing garments, even thought he kept reminding her she didn’t have to work anymore. But she liked sewing.

When he took her to their first ball, she would sit in the back of the ballroom, watching her magistrate son enchant and dazzle his new fellow lawmen and nobles, smiling with pride into her chalice, but also with a tinge of worry…she wanted her son to be safe…

officially a holder of the bofa (Bachelor of Fine Arts)

pardon the intrusion

reference

Seek [meaning]

wanted to try a realism study of my lovely little guy….he’s certainly muse material…but I can’t draw hands

reference: Sergei Polunin, Stanislavsky Ballet (photography credit is in the photo, but it’s blurry, so sorry)

little star