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Part 1 of a pointlessly long comic I said I'd share publicly once I hit 100k on twitter

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Rdr2 charcoal animation

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I Want To Live (Life and Death)

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i want to live (all origins)

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i've earned my place among the enraged

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Pet a cat, kiss a wizard

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A shadowghast sketch for y’all, happy holidays

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Hawke family

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Discussing Beacons

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Fun fact my first playthrough of bg3 was completely blind like I didn’t even know mindflayers were part of the plot or any of the characters names and I uhhhhhh…

named my Tav “Orin.”

Which is why if i end up doing any writing about bg3 my lad will always just have to be Tav or things get real weird real quick

also the fight against real Orin was a pain in the ass bc i used crown of madness and couldn’t tell when her buddies were targeting me and her, but story wise it’s kinda fun since she’s a doppleganger

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Revenge

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“I love you.” The first time he says those simple three words, he doesn't mean it. Not really. And he knows you're aware of it too, with the stern glare you give him in response to his smug grin. He's teasing you—or, it looks that way anyway. In reality, he hopes that there's a glimmer, a sliver of your heart that welcomes his enticing and open arms. It’s routine. A habit. It feels more natural to lure you in with songs of promises than to simply tell you what he needs. He hopes you take his hand and ignore the sharp nails digging into your skin. He hopes you fall.

“I love you.” The second time is months later. He thinks he might genuinely mean it this time, considering how heavy his heart feels in his chest as the words leave his lips. But it’s hesitant. You can tell. And ever so patient, you only smile at him, taking his hand this time to squeeze it gently. Ah, that feels nice. Does he love you? Have you grown on his cold, dead heart? The fact that he doesn't want to recoil from your touch is enough if an answer..

“I love you.” The third time is at his grave. He’s confident now. Feeling. Wanting. He wishes he could hold your fingers against his skin forever. He doesn't want to even let go, because he fears you might vanish into thin air, like every other caring thing in his life. You're good. Understanding. Nothing like him. You deserve better than him. But he's always been a selfish man, and even though your presence urges him to be better, he remains selfish when it comes to you. He doesn't--no, he won’t lose you.

“I love you.” He’d feared he would never get to say the words again. He had faith in you of course, but an Elder Brain is no easy feat to defeat. But as he watches the brain sink into the darkest depths of the sea, the others cheering behind him, he feels the sun begin to prick at his skin again. It stings. Gods, does it sting. For a moment, he wonders if he should even run. He's had a taste for the sun kissed glow and he's not sure if he wants to part ways with it if it means he’ll rot away in the shadows forever. But when he feels you hurriedly toss a cloak over his shoulder, covering his face with the hood just enough for him to meet your eyes, you offer him something he doesn't want to ever imagine himself without again. Something he’s still in disbelief he has. Someone to worry for him.

I love you, I love you, I love you. As years pass, the words become more frequent, yet they never lose their weight, no matter how they're said or when. It’s funny, really, how he'd almost feared saying the same exact words just a few decades ago. To Astarion, they remind him that you're still here, allowing him the privilege to let him love you as much as he does.

“I love you.” The last time he says it, whether it be after an untimely death or simply from old age, he’s holding your hand again. He hates that instead of the adoration it’s supposed to convey, he hears more of the wobble in his voice as he realizes his time with you is up. Even though he's said it so many times, he finds that it still wasn't nearly enough. Open your eyes, he pleads to nobody in particular. He breathes. Why is he breathing? He doesn't need to. But the breaths become faster, and he realizes he’s crying too. Curses, how immature. Ah, your hand is so cold, almost like his own. He hates it. Don't be like him. And when he begs, he begs. Squeeze his hand again. Touch him again. Smile at him again. Live again.

Let him love you again.

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Here's my lyric comic based on the song "Water Witch" by the Secret Sisters

I somehow knocked this out in three days

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As much as I love the goth vibe that so many durge/tav x astarions have going on, I am absolutely brainrotted with my tavstarion relationship just being

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everyone's favourite escape artist 😌💖

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Love opened a mortal wound.

In agony, I worked the blade.

To make it deeper.

Maybe someday I’ll fully finish this sad little comic strip