[ID: A greyscale drawing of Martin Blackwood and Jon Sims lying close together in bed with their legs intertwined and foreheads touching. The scene is dark, but martin holds his phone between them, the light from the screen highlights their faces. There's a speech bubble by Martin's head to indicate that he is talking excitedly while Jon looks at him fondly. End ID]
Jon is the king of the infodump but Martin also has many Cool Facts to share.
(jmart cuddling for @milkteamoon thank u my friend <33)
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poorly drawn piastri (part 4)
everytime i go to draw max verstappen my hands just gravitates towards oscar piastri and his heart eyes instead,,, what kind of cruel curse is this,,😔
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Gosh RGB, who let YOU have a face?
...I did? well, that's strange
really wanted to draw a solid expression or two and strangely wanted to do the guy who doesn't. have a face. so i did a panel redraw!!! (there's just so many moments in this comic where the feelings leaking out from him and what we see is just so POTENT and i AUGH!!! please please please go read The Property of Hate it is such a wonderful comic it will make you explode on the inside. i promise you will come out of it completely normal <- lying)
also STOP DOING THAT RGB you're gonna have people endeared to you
original panel and alternate less eye-strain-y version under the cut!!
it's so weird seeing him with a face, but it did give me an excuse to go overboard with the hair
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Picture this a tav who after saving baulder's gate hates it. Like the normal person who accidentally became a meme. Cue them hiding behind Astarion whenever a fan comes. Very please leave me alone vibes
Astarion fondly chuckles when you shrink behind him, clinging to his back like a baby sloth. “Not a fan of the limelight, Beastie?”
You glare at him from beneath his cape. You try to mask the waver of your voice. “Shut your face. I just…I-I don’t like being harassed in public, alright? I’m…normal. I prefer being treated as such.”
Astarion snorts, waving off a few of your fans who’d clustered together to receive the famed Hero of Baldur’s Gate’s autograph. They reluctantly retreat, dejection etched onto their faces.
“Darling, you are anything but normal.”
You cut your eyes at your beloved, a warning swimming beneath your irises.
“But I suppose I can empathize with your plight. I don’t necessarily like all the attention, either.” Astarion examines his nails, boredom taking root amongst his features. Though, he can’t mask the subtle quirk of his lips at having you so close. “You can’t use me as a shield whenever we go out in public forever, my love. Eventually, you’ll have to face this.”
You scoff. Leave it to Astarion to pester you into being mature. The very opposite of maturity telling you to grow a pair. The gall. “Isn’t that what I pay you for?”
Astarion feigns hurt, sputtering with a dramatic hand held over his heart. “You pay me?”
You giggle, your arms winding about Astarion’s middle as you toddle along the moonlit street behind him. You absently nuzzle against his back, inhaling the bewitching scent of bergamot and rosemary he carries with him.
“I pay you with unconditional love, cuddles, and blood. Though, you’ve been a shit bodyguard as of late. I might have to fire you.”
“Fiiine,” he haughtily counters. Mischief tinges his voice. “I’m sure this city is just teeming with people in need of my full portfolio of services, if you catch my drift.”
You pinch his side, dragging an indignant but amused sound from his throat. “Watch it, pretty boy.”
Astarion laughs, holding your arms tight around him, shepherding you to the night market you’d been dying to see. And he’s sure to stave off anyone else trying to get your autograph with bared fangs.
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“I got the angel and devil on my shoulder right now,,”
“I’m the angel right?”
“You see, from my perspective I’m the angel,”
i dont know if i like my skizzly design or not,,.,..,., i suppose i just have to draw him more ofter to get the hang of it
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