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Captain Dekarios-the next installment of “What if?” Is coming soon! With a regency tale!

I had the pleasure of illustrating the beautiful fanfiction

I absolutly fell in love with their storytelling ,and I had so much fun creating these two drawings .

The story follows Astarion and Gale , roommates and best friends in a modern day setting . I really loved their dynamic and their little games of jealousy . 🤭

Thank you so much for your feedback and shares , it always touches my heart 💖💜

the rizzard of waterdeep

Soapstarion and Old Man Gale may not be anyone else's favorites, but they're my favorites damn it, so I drew my boys.

Obligatory Fic Link

gale who wears glasses and falls asleep in them while doing research and astarion who takes them off and gently rubs away the little indents they left on his nose

Witnessed @guy-agaric's wee little cuttlefish Gale and I needed to draw him 😭 He's so teeny tiny oughgogughggou

NOT MY AU. NOT CANON. IM JUST OBSESSED WITH AFTERLIFE™️

I need someone to draw a comic or write a fic of a resist!Durge who’s romancing spawn!Astarion, and after Durge defies Bhaal and dies we get to see Astarion’s reaction.

Like I need it to be that Durge has just died, and Gale has used several revivify scrolls, Shadowheart and Halsin have tried every spell they know to bring Durge back, Wyll tried to call on Mizora to make another pact that would give him the ability to bring Durge back, meanwhile Lae’zel and Minsc were slinging threats upon Bhaal bc they don’t know what else to do, Jaheira is wracking her brain for what else they can do but is failing at coming up with something, and Karlach is trying to pour healing potions into Durge’s mouth.

And Astarion. He’s back away from it all, his face almost blank as he watches the scene unfold—in disbelief and denial as everyone begins losing hope.

Once he knows nothing more can be done, Halsin sits back and looks up at Jaheira, his face resigned. Jaheira closes her eyes and shakes her head, putting a hand on Karlach’s shoulder to stop her as Halsin stands up and Gale and Shadowheart hesitantly follow him as he steps away. Jaheira helps Karlach up and they turn away from the sight, it’s too much for them and they hug as they both cry. Lae’zel and Minsc’s threats slowly die out, and Wyll’s yelling for Mizora stops abruptly as he realizes it won’t work.

Time comes to a stop for everyone, and Durge’s body lies in the middle of all of them. The silence is only disrupted by the sniffling of Karlach and the soft words from Jaheira comforting her.

But the. Astarion speaks up, he calls Durge’s name because no, he doesn’t believe it. He can’t, he won’t. It’s not true, it’s not real…

But Durge doesn’t respond. And he forces himself to take a step forward, saying Durge’s name again—the rest of the companions hearts breaking and bodies freezing at the way his voice sounds. Astarion takes another step, but his knee gives out and he falls as the tears start to gather in his eyes. He crawls the rest of the way over to Durge’s body, not strong enough to push himself back up. He calls their name again as he reaches Durge, breathing hard and fast as he gains no response.

And at first he reaches out to touch them, but he stops just before because he doesn’t want it to be true, and he calls their name once more but still gets no response.

He’s just there, kneeling next to Durge’s body as his breathing loud and chest aching. One of the companions (Jaheira or Halsin, probably) calls out his name, their voice a million miles away to Astarion as he stares down at Durge’s body. He’s got a million things running through his head but there’s one thought louder than the rest.

And it’s just that thought on repeat until he can’t take it anymore and he has to know for sure. He grabs Durge’s shoulder and shakes them, saying their name—pleading, almost. It’s said so softly that he’s not sure he even got it past his lips because the silence around him is deafening.

But nothing happens. Durge doesn’t respond.

So Astarion shakes them harder, says their name louder. He grabs both of their shoulders and starts getting harsher in trying to wake Durge.

It gets to the point he’s shouting Durge’s name as his vision blurs, and it takes someone grabbing his own shoulder for him to stop.

He drops Durge’s body back to the ground and looks at their face, into their eyes, and the reality that there’s no light behind them sets in.

And that’s what breaks him.

Astarion grabs Durge again and hugs their body to his as he starts sobbing, screaming out his agony; praying to gods who aren’t listening, but he can’t help it. Durge is gone.

It takes a good minute and almost every companion calling his name to break him from the pit of despair he’s fallen into. And when Withers puts his hand on Astarion’s shoulder, giving him a look that he needs to let go. Astarion shakes his head and hugs Durge’s body harder. He refuses to move or let go.

Karlach and Lae’zel, under Wither’s orders, are the ones to pry him off Durge’s body and drag him away. Astarion protests and fights back against them, but he’s not strong enough to stop them, and he can’t do anything by watch as Withers speaks to Durge’s body like they can hear him.

And then, as quickly as Bhaal had taken Durge’s life, Wither’s brings them back. It’s whiplash for Astarion, and he doesn’t believe it at first. He can’t, no matter how much he wants to.

He watches as Withers tells Durge their life is theirs now, free of the Urge. Astarion’s eyes are the first Durge meets, and the light behind them is blinding.

Astarion calls it twee when Durge talks to him, but inside he’s reeling and still trying to process everything that just happened.

But that night—after the drinks and food everyone but Astarion had to celebrate the defeat of Orin, and the congratulations they gave Durge for defying Bhaal that Astarion was also absent for—when Durge meets Astarion in his tent after everyone’s gone to bed, Durge holds him tight and promises him nothing will take them from him again.

Astarion sobs into Durge’s neck, this time in relief and hope for a better forever together.

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Wow. So. Looking back, this really got away from me. I hope it’s not terrible and at least paints somewhat of a picture for you, I can see it to so clearly in my head but I can’t draw and I don’t think I could write this in a way to give it justice.

I might delete this later, tho, tbh. I’m not a great writer and idk if I’m confident in this. ¯\_(._.)_/¯ we’ll see

You want to learn some magic!!!

If you think about it the relationship between Bhaal and a resist!Durge is basically that Hollywood trope where the dad is like "But son! Football is your dream!" and Durge is like "No, dad. Football is YOUR dream." Except instead of football, it's genocide.

My party has like no charisma, it’s terrible

I wrote a little post script for the McBalduran's Fic (because I wanted to do art dang it and drawing car interiors is more difficult than I thought!)

It's short and sweet because it's all texts, but I love it all the same. You can go read it and the main fic here.

Full sized art under the cut!

happy late birthday to bg3!!! here's the tadpookies (and their Little Guys) in their red carpet bests!

Cuddles ⋆˙⟡♡ (wip)