#technically ;)

You can definitely tell who i made in like 8 minutes

Bonus rodya and gregor (plus fauvism meursault mention)

As Prince Alexander slumped over, green eyes fluttering shut... fading, the old man who had done this cried out in triumph and jubilation even as he was dogpiled by all of the guards in that room. Later, when he was dragged before King Graham, despite the newly broken arm, he was stilling grinning fiercely.

I was tagged by the lovely @dirty-bosmer love you long time boo uwu Anyway, something BG3 flavored for the girlies out there?

“Are you alright?” Another voice chimes in. The world snaps back into sharp focus as I’m grounded back into reality. It feels like a fall, shocking and uncomfortable as I blink stupidly at my surroundings. I’m back at camp. Then the memories flood through me once more, a series of paintings splattered upon the canvas that was my broken mind. Blood, the sweet call of blood, then there was the nautiloid ship, and when I awoke there were tieflings, and then my savior— “Wyll?” Concern flashes through his regal features and he’s crouched by my side in a heartbeat. “Are you alright? I was going to ask if you were ready for supper.” My breaths steadied, and everything returned to me sense by agonizing sense. The smell of meat cooked over an open flame, the feel of the small pebbles trapped in my boot, the taste of salt and bile coating the back of my throat, the sound of friendly chatter over the crackling of fire, and then the sight of the warm glow in Wyll’s deep, dark eyes. Dark eyes. I frown. “Sorry, I just had another one of those memories flash by.”

Commission for oyoshima, of his wonderful OCs Miles and Wayrider (absolutely loved the design, was such a pleasure to draw them)!