Sep 5, 2024
Картинка со скелетоном. Скелетонов я люблю рисовать, как-то несколько лет сидела в аске по ван пис за Брука. Когда-нибудь я вернусь в этот аск, но уже за Шанкса. Аминь
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Картинка со скелетоном. Скелетонов я люблю рисовать, как-то несколько лет сидела в аске по ван пис за Брука. Когда-нибудь я вернусь в этот аск, но уже за Шанкса. Аминь
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My submission for King of Cups in the @bg3tarotdeck collaboration. Paired with a written piece by @miradelletarot~
Thisobald Thorm is my best friend. My confidant. My silly rabbit.
Honestly, any excuse to draw the three little mini boss girlies in that Shadowlands.
Do you ever think that while Thorm finds Durge and Gortash's relationship fucked up and disgusting, he's also envious? What they have is certainly strange but so very strong. Even if they wouldn't call it love, it reminds him of what he had with Melodia; that unbreakable bond that drives one to go against the gods. To watch these two horrid beings experience something he once held so tight must be absolutely maddening.
making moodboards for bg3 characters i slightly care about 16/?
Ketheric Thorm
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Ketheric Thorm
Please please please
Let me hug the brewmaster, just one time!
One time!
He probably gives *the best* hugs.
Sons are a Father's Favorite Sacrifice
Solid. Real. Bitter.
His father used to sprinkle salt over the tomatoes from the garden in the summer, crushing the crimson pulp between her cheeks, gushing over her teeth. She always said he added too much, till it wrinkled the innards, and turned to waste.
It reminded him of Ketheric’s favorite wine. Too potent, slicing beneath his tongue, embedding itself in the tender meat of his throat. Fuel for a dark, lonely heart, and he consumed it with a naked, blind fervor that left him stumbling. Aching for the real thing. Wondering if he might convince him to partake from Enver’s own lips. He longed for the familiar in the unique, the tingle that rushed down his nape at the sensation alone: ribs exposed in steel, bone claws sinking into his shoulders, his Netherstone pulsing at the proximity to its brother as much as his cock did for the General.
Pathetic.
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New fic up on Ao3!
Main pairing is General Ketheric Thorm x Enver Gortash! NSFW warning here for those going in.