His workout is getting pretty intense, don’t you think 🌚

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Commission for @miss_creative528 with their Tav, Safrila, and Astarion! The teasing and enemies-to-lovers dynamic is so good, it was a pleasure working on this piece! 😍❤️ Thanks again for commissioning me! ❤️

Tav: -Lovingly watching Astarion after a long day-

Astarion: PUT THAT DAMN SMILE AWAY!! IT'S A GODS DAMNED TRIPPING HAZARD, AND I AM FALLING FOR YOU!!

Tav: I love you so much, Astarion <3

Astarion: WOULD YOU QUIT BEING SO TENDER AND GENTLE, YOU RADIANT BITCH!!

roses of restraint by Oliver Ler Marinkoski

Tav: Hey Astarion, could you peel this orange for me?

Astarion: *takes the fruit in his hand* Hmm, I don’t know, maybe if you ask me nicely.

Tav: *rolls their eyes but goes along with it* Oh wonderful and talented Astarion, would you please peel this orange for me so that I might behold your beauty for just a moment longer?

Astarion: *takes out his dagger with a smirk and begins to peel the orange* That’s more like it.

I love to imagine that after everything is done, the city is saved, Astarion and Tav bought their house and settled down: they just stay in bed for a week.

Even though it might not be more than a mattress on the ground and there is barely anything else in the house.

Exhaustion just hits and they just want to feel cozy and comfortable 100% of the time, only going out to get some food for Tav and wine for them both. And they mostly just cozy up naked or at maximum wearing underwear or Tav just wears Astarion's shirt.

They just have sex whenever desire hits them because now they just can and for the moment there are no distractions, no worries, no fear. They can just hardcore hit the honeymoon phase where they can barely keep their hands off each other and a single look can be enough to start blazing flames.

But they also just lay there, cuddle, relax, talk - maybe Tav starts doing somersaults on the mattress because they were never able to do that as a kid and almost whack Astarion in the face while giggling like mad.

And they talk lots. Of course they did that before but it's different now because they have something they weren't sure of before: a future. And they plan their future, talk through all kinds of differents possible versions - even the most ridiculous ones. They talk about the most mundane things, like what colour curtains they want or what kind of wine glasses they'd like, what way bread should be stored and - "I have nerver ONCE in my life thought about duvet covers, Astarion - not even once." "Well, a nice point to start then, isn't it, my heart? Because silk looks amazing but I'm pretty sure you would like linen more..."

Or they joke until they're crying laughing, half hanging off the mattress or on each other and they can't breathe anymore because they both have never felt this light and safe in their life.

Maybe Astarion tries to teach Tav something: like how to let a coin wander over your knuckles or another language or he just talks about something like his favourite artworks and the history behind it and promises Tav to take them to a museum and show them more.

And even after the initial phase is over and they actually decide it's time to spend some time out of bed and finally get a real furniture, it becomes their little safe haven. The place where they always can be absolutely intimate in every kind of way and can be safe and comfortable - and at home.

while kissing my cat's little head: you're a problem *smooch* you're a terror *smooch* you're a menace to society *smooch smooch smooch*

Jumping on the bandwagon a little late but I had to find the time to draw Astation in Neil Newbon’s delicious outfit at the BAFTA’s ❤️

(Plus some extra doodles)

Astarion has the “it’s okay to murder people, but it’s never okay to disrespect my spouse.” energy and he would most definitely be okay with murdering anyone who would insult you because “insult adds to injury”, according to his judgment.

“yes?”

Did some touching up of this old sketch to make gold foil prints.

Tav: Stop looking at me like that.

Astarion: Like what, my dear?

Tav: Like I’m your dinner.

Astarion: *smirks lustily* Maybe I’m hungry.