#friends <3 oc

[mrboomtin]

Yes another vtm post.

[puppyeared]

renaissance dogys

characters belong to @canisalbus

[velvetchaika]

Тянут-потянут, вытянуть не могут. They pulled and pulled but couldn't pull it up!

Interpretation of the Russian folk tale "The Turnip".

[shay-does-art-things]

Shovel says fuck the authority

(part 2)

[its-elioo]

Okay, since my last post UNEXPECTEDLY blew up, I'm gifting you all with more random doodles of this AU.

I really have to think of a name for this squad, hm hm.

[assassin-artist]

[artist-rat]

Guys do not ask how this group is still together.. I'm too afraid to ask (the answer is magic of friendship and ✨Delusion✨)

[halichor]

💀🐦‍⬛🍄

Say hi to my spore druid, Karythos ✨ I was gonna post this together with Jehan's but I didn't get to finish it on time qwq

[cheekinpermission]

POV: Ace's cheering section at his basketball games

[pocket-dragon]

Computer, show me BG3 post game seven year timeskip convos

[steamclouds]

Local drow absolutely delighted by the weird furred creatures that roam the surface

Cue an "Everyone Approves" joke

[iingezo]

underworld horses <3 <3 <3

[kennico]

refreshing drink 🥤

[shay-does-art-things]

the boots give her +3 to initiative

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Mer vs Shroom

Never mess with master wizard of house Telvanni and their Mushroom Tower, ever.

fit my friend, @the-sunlit-earth's adorable Breton OC Brenna <3

[justporo]

Currently obsessed with the following idea:

Astarion was the son of nobles and as a child he was rather shy, slightly awkward, didn't have many friends - and when other kids were around they were usually pretty mean because he was into books and not into playfighting or such. But he had ONE friend, his best friend: Tav, the kid of one elven couple of servants working for the Ancuníns.

And they were the polar opposite to Astarion. When someone was mean to Astarion, they would be the one to pull the other kid's hair for being a meanie. They would make Astarion laugh and ask him about what he was always reading in these dusty old books.

Astarion's parents didn't always like that but at least his friend made him become a bit more confident.

They became older, Astarion becoming an absolute heartthrob, drowning in admirers and of course he was flattered, taking on some of that arrogance all nobles seem to have after all. He basked in all the attention, but... at one point he realised: his childhood friend, Tav? When had their hair become this beautiful? When again had been the first time he'd dreamt of pressing a kiss to the back of their neck? When had he started to lose sleep over Tav's smile, always wishing to see it again?

And Tav too wasn't blind, noticing how at some point their heart jumped every time Astarion gave them his signature smirk - but he received love letters like daily and surely someone must have caught his eye already...

And so it remained an unspoken truth between them.

It became harder to stay friends when they became adults, Astarion started working as a magistrate, Tav was more and more reminded that they had very different social standings. But they still saw each other - because deep down Astarion was still this adorable, shy and nerdy boy and Tav was still his caring, funny, impulsive and protective friend.

And so they were pining for each other, secretly. Probably anyone who watched them for more than three minutes would have known how deeply they were in love with each other.

And when finally Tav had worked up the courage to bring it up, that one night they were meant to meet at the tavern like usual...

He didn't come. Maybe he had finally come to the realisation that he was beyond Tav's societal position, his parents finally had gotten to him about this. And maybe, Tav thought, it was for the better... And Tav went on as best as possible, moving to another city, but mourning the friendship they had lost - and the love that might've been.

Until... about 200 years later Tav got snatched up by these invaders, a tadpole planted into their brain. The ship crashed, leaving Tav on that beach.

And there they walked around aimlessly, confused, until... It couldn't be, that voice? They must be imagining it after everything that happened.

On the far edge Tav could see someone standing with their back to them, not identifiable yet - white curls though were very noticeable about that someone. Tav strode closer, heart almost dropping as the man sounded and looked more like what they almost didn't dare to believe.

"Astarion?", Tav exclaimed suddenly. The white-haired elf's head snapped around, eyes full of shock and anger. His eyes narrowed and then widened again.

He looked so pale and were his eyes red? But Tav was now sure that it must be him.

"Tav?", Astarion answered in shock - suddenly looking a lot like the shy, unsure boy Tav remembered all too well, even after more than 200 years.

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Inspired by this fanart by @sammakesart!