#my ugly son..

[theknights-code]

I know what you are Mr Moorington...

(he's autistic..)

[hauntingzexploding]

CHANGE OF PLANS, BAMBAEYOH PLUSHIE.

[digitaldogpark]

Kicking off my return to tumblr with some warrior cats artwork because I've been hyperfixated on it lately so it's everyone's problem now

[egophiliac]

GET LOVED, IDIOT

GET LOVED SO HARD YOUR KIDS HOLD HANDS AND POWER-OF-LOVE YOU BACK TO LIFE

sorry guys, this is just my brain now. this is going to be the only thing I think about for the next week at least.

oh and also this

FIVE YEARS IN AND IT'S FINALLY CANON 🎉🎉🎉

WE DID IT

[daiwild]

Anybody else have RBF (Resting Bat Face) 🦇

[nemkero]

book 3 in a nutshell tbh

[clownpalette]

Possible new character bc I love bobots 🔑⚙️

I hate when I render something just to find out it was better before-!!

I really hate him, I refuse to name him. He's my ugly son. He doesn't have any lore or personality yet, expect his design to change A LOT.

+ Amai redesign

+ beautiful fanart from @littlepepene 😭💖💖

[ghostzart]

Follow up to this

(Also shoutout to my buddy @khazdmazerb for suggesting dwobbit Frodo to me <3)

[ajthecrocodile]

IT’S A RAINBOW OF BILLS! A BILLBOW! RGBILL!!!

The clip of Bill saying YELLOW was all over my FYP and it inspired me…

[vyoleya]

arin in the rain or something

[hoemainexpansion]

"Who's Megumi???"

[overchromatic]

He's so fucked up i love him

[churochoru]

Please draw starbee's ugly son again, in the brief comic you made I've already become attached to rubble

tysm, here’s a few doodles

[omokel]

get radio silence'd NERDS!!! 1!1! (fuckass alien plushie under the cut :3)

here he is. The fellow

[applepartysins]

I just have to tell you, the way you draw Alastor itches a part of my brain perfectly and whenever I read any fanficiton I sit there with your Al in mind cuz he's so dang pretty. I think I like how you gave him more definition and the shape/style of his head/face. PERFECTION.

Thank you so muchhh! That means a lot to meee aa I usually try my best to make him look at least decent in my eyes and I'm glad that people like him! This made me tear up ngl 🥹 This made my day, thank you so much! Also, I'm sorry if this is strange, but when you said that you imagined my version of him in fanfiction, it made me giggle a bit, and when I noticed I was already doodling this:

forgive me for my crimes

[wilteddreamsofbaldursgate]

New dad Astarion who is about to see his newborn child for the first time.

Of course, he expects his child to be the personification of serene beauty and divine grace. Them to have their father’s silken silvern locks, his immaculately chiselled features—the artwork perfected by Tav’s wonderful watercolour eyes…

And then he actually sees the child and—well—everybody assures him that, yes, Astarion, all babies look like that barely a half hour after birth…

He kind of has to take that at face value because he hasn’t seen an awful lot of newborns in his lifetime.

But it would’ve been nice if someone had told him that newborns happen to look like shrivelled potatoes, because he’s really, really trying to not let his bewilderment show. 

Astarion swallows. 

Tav’s beautiful eyes are watching him, waiting for a reaction—an enthusiastic one, no less. 

Maybe Tav will believe that he’s overcome with emotions at seeing his firstborn child? 

“Oh my, darling, I’m…speechless,” is all he can choke out, though, being rather proud that it’s at least not a lie. 

To his luck, Tav only nods dreamily, her full attention back on the odd little bundle in her arms.

“Isn’t she perfect?”

Yes, perfectly hideous. 

Astarion only hums in a way of reply.

That—his daughter, he supposes—is with no doubt one of the ugliest things he’s ever seen, but he has a feeling that his honesty wouldn’t be appreciated after Tav laboured for hours to give birth to this…potato-baby.

“Come, hold her, Astarion,” Tav says, then, bidding him to sit next to her on the bed.

The mattress shifts under Astarion’s weight and he obediently holds his arms out so that Tav can gently place the sleeping child against his chest.

Now that Astarion can take a better look, he can confirm that his daughter’s hair is of an indefinable colour and that her features are neither his nor Tav’s, plain as can be. Surely it won’t stay like that?

He and Tav are so ridiculously beautiful, their child can only be drop-dead gorgeous, right?

Astarion’s stomach drops indeed when, suddenly, something occurs to him. 

Oh dear, what if it’s his fault? He has no recollection of his family whatsoever; it’s very much possible that he and his immaculate looks are the exception in his lineage, and that he’s passed on only those mysterious less-than-perfect genes…Tav, as per usual, can’t be the issue!

Astarion is still catastrophizing when the bundle in his arms begins to stir.

All of a sudden, gold-speckled pale green eyes are looking up at him as if to ask what the fuck this weirdo’s problem might be. 

“Oh,” the weirdo in question exclaims at once. “Darling, look, she has your eyes!”

Tav, hugging him from behind, rests her chin on his shoulder, so she can watch as Astarion’s finger tenderly strokes their baby’s chubby cheek.

Their daughter also has, as it turns out, ten fingers and toes, a cute little nose and a hungry mouth—everything that’s supposed to be there is there, and it seems to be working fine, too—which is a huge relief. 

And aren’t those the tiniest pointy ears Astarion has ever seen? Let alone the unexpectedly strong fingers grasping at his!

Astarion, worries forgotten in a heartbeat, can’t help but smile at the baby in his arms. 

She is perfect, after all. 

Tav, face hidden in the crook of his neck, begins to tremble against his back. 

For a second, Astarion thinks she’s crying but then her laughter fills the chamber. It takes her a good moment to articulate whatever it is she finds so very funny.

“She'll grow out of it, you know?” Tav giggles in between her fits of laughter. 

Astarion stiffens. “Of what?”

“The turnip look. That’s what you’ve been worrying about the whole time, haven't you?”

“I was leaning more towards potatoes—but yes, I might’ve been a little worried about that,” Astarion admits sheepishly, although a grin is already tugging at his lips.  

Regaining her composure, Tav reaches over Astarion’s shoulder, her hand joining his as they get to know their child.

“Give it a couple of days and she will look like your proper little elf—beautiful just like her father.”

A content sigh leaves Astarion’s lips, right before he presses them against Tav’s temple.

“That’s the second best news I’ve heard today, my heart, truly.”