sword of justice

I reemerge after 6 months of not posting any art to post a dnd character I've been workshopping instead of the thing I have been working on off-&-on for those 6 months 😅. But y'know what? Dwarven pink sparkle jester is extra enrichment in my enclosure (see: I think I needed something I don't have to take seriously as opposed to working on updated reference sheets for my fic)

a beautiful gift made by one of my dear friends @lanvasko !! i will never shut up about how special and incredible this is, thank you soooo much bb <3

a beautiful gift made by one of my dear friends @lanvasko !! i will never shut up about how special and incredible this is, thank you soooo much bb <3

I saw a lot of Wyllstarion art this week and I wanted to make some of my own so *throws Wyllstarion at you.*

In the darkest hours of night, doubt and fear consumed Mylla. While lingering dread sunk into the pits of her stomach and her thoughts fixated on her impending doom, Astarion stood as a beacon of hope. Oddly enough, the words that fell from his lips were not laced with sarcasm or morbid humor, but with faith. Not in any gods, nor fortunes, nor fate, but in themselves. In the freedom of their own choices. In the certainty that death would not claim her just yet. Not until a day when her dark hair had long turned silver and wrinkles had etched themselves across her freckled skin, her breathing would slow to a peaceful stillness in his arms.  His pale, undead hands gently cradled her face, guiding her back from the depths of the spiral threatening to unravel her. At the familiar chill of his skin against her own, the knot in her chest slowly began to loosen. One by one, her worries washed away, replaced by a comforting warmth that came from the certainty in his voice, the tenderness in his hands, and the conviction in his ruby eyes.

Halsin's love was like the morning sun, gentle and warming. Astarion's felt like when it sits at the peak of the sky—intense and radiant. All while Laureen's love met her like the setting sun, its shine softer, more mysterious…

it's still june here, and i finally got my pc back and fixed yesterday evening ( long story, dont ask ). SO, without further ado, here's my last-minute addition for a pride month post with my beloved cursedweb !! slowly but surely getting the hang on photomode and lighting :)