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Kywi Wellen
Hello, I'm Kywi, I'm a webcomic artist - I don't know how to use tumblr very well. https://twitter.com/WellenKatze
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Secret phantasies - bg3 comic, Astarion, DurgeTav
[!TW durge necrophilia stuff!]
I hope you enjoyed!
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I just wanted to ask if you would be fine with people drawing fanart of your durge tav may be! She is absolutely gorgeous and I would love to draw her (and credit you ofc) only if you are fine with it!
Of course, no need ask, it would be such an honor! Thank you so much for your kind words, I'm super happy you have been enjoying the comics with her!!
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sorry xD
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Sweet night - R-18 Shadowheart Fancomic
spicy shortcomic - 4 pages Now in my shop
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Nightmares
Paring: bloodweave
Content: nightmares, sleep paralysis, Astarion has ptsd, dissasociation, hurt comfort, a little gale angst peppered in
Authors note: this was inspired by the first half of @wellen-katze Astarion nightmare comic, be sure to check it out. Tysm for the permission to write this, I hope it's okay, lol
Astarion stood alone, behind him was a barely visible treeline, the sprawling arms of pine trees reaching into the dull sky was hard to determine where each part begun and ended. In front of him was a vast void of inky nothingness. The chill of the void felt consuming, watching.
"Hello?" The elf called out cautiously, brow slightly raised in hesitation. "Is someone there?" Someone else was there with him. He could feel it. A heavy presence lingering behind a veil.
He craned his head back, looking back into the treeline. Something that resembled something at least to look into. Not this damn void he's found himself in.
"Help me...!" A small, alarmed voice called from behind him. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest at that. The voice was shaking and familiar, sheepish in its plead.
Astarion turned back to the void to see a familiar coffin standing in front of him, sturdy and filthy wood standing in front of him almost expectantly.
"Please... let me out." His own voice called out from within, small, terrified.
The elf tried his best to swallow down his fear as he stared at the to familiar structure for a moment as awful memories came flooding back.
"Help me!" His old self grew more despeate, pleading out to what he remembered to be a suffocating nothingness.
"I can't take it.... oh please..."
There was another brief pause before his younger self grew more frantic.
"Open up! I beg you...! Master!"
With wide eyes, and trembling hands, Astarion approached the door of his own wreched coffin. Gods, he hoped he'd never see this thing again.
The sound of his own blood and heart beat thrumming through his ears disoriented him. Gripping the lid, he took a deep, desprate breath before opening it. The door swung open with an old whine. The hinges rattling off dirt with turn.
Inside his to familiar tomb was himself, paler than usual, sunken, tired features and a mouth sewn shut.
Immediately his past selves mouth snapped open, threads holding his mouth shut broke, his eyes wide and gleaming a blinding void of white.
The only reaction Astarion could make was his eyes widening in horror. But he didn't have enough time to flee. It was already to late.
Whatever version of himself that was trapped in the coffin attacked, it's head rocketing at him, voident of any familiarity in expression. It was the last thing he saw, a blink of an action before he felt his neck snap.
Astarion awoke with a jolt, his heart still racing in his ears, his mind stewing with nothing but fear from the adrenaline.
Thank gods, just a nightmare.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Warm, humid air filling his lungs.
He felt heavy... stuck... Astarions eyes snapped back open when he realized...
I cant move! I'm paralyzed!
Something moved in the corner of his eyes, a looming shadow. His gut dropped.
Slowly, bringing his attention to the figure. It was Cazador, towering over him in his sleep. He looked blurry and otherworldly, but he could see the harsh shadows of judgment etched into his features all the same.
Cazador did not move, nor speak. Nearly watching him as though he was a helpless rat in a trap.
Astarion began to tremble. He begged his body to move. To run. But his body felt locked in place.
Please someone help me! He begged, his mind screaming. His whole body felt hot.
All cazador did was watch, eyes glowing with no expression.
Astarion felt as though his heart would give out, trembling, sweating, mentally screaming for help. Anyone.
He will take me! He pleaded silently. He didn't want to be taken. Please, gods, anywhere but that hell.
All he wanted was to scream.
Astarion flinched at sudden contact. Something has his shoulder. A large palm resting on his trembling skin.
Help me! Help me! He has me!
Astarion swallowed harshly, not daring to look away from cazador even for a second.
"Astarion." A hushed, warm voice whispered.
The voice was familiar but he couldn't place it, to wound up in panic to think on the specifics.
"Astarion." The voice urged again, shaking his shoulder softly.
Astarion hesitated for a long moment before looking away from Cazador, keeping him in the field of his vision to see what horrible stranger was gripping him.
Soft, big brown eyes stared back at him. Pools of concern looking without waver. Astarion let out a tense breath.
It was just Gale.
Not another spawn or Godey or any other wreched creature that would do Cazadors bidding. It was Gale.
"Are you alright?" His voice was soft and warm, losening on his shoulder a bit.
Astarions lips parted, testing his jaw experimentally. He still felt stiff, but his mouth he seemed more able to move.
"Fine." The elf bit out defensively. Rolling away weakly.
I can move thank gods.
Astarion trembled as he sat up right, looking back to where the apparition of Cazador stood. He was gone. Just some terrible sleep paralysis.
With a weak hand, Astarion whiped the sweat from his brow, clenching his jaw.
"You don't seem fine." The wizard replied, equally as playful as he was serious. His tone still hushed not to wake his other party members all sleeping around the fire. "If there's one thing I am, it's not a fool." Gale playfully scolded by waving his finger at Astarion.
The vampire tisked. "I'd argue otherwise..."
There was a long beat of silence before he continued, "what do you want anyway?"
"I couldn't get much sleep. Decided to read until my eyelids turned heavy." Gale chuckled awkwardly at his own joke. If it was even a joke. Gale sure found it amusing. "But I couldn't help but notice you twitching in your sleep like a dog. Then you simply stared into the abyss with a fear I've never seen on someone as proud as you." There was a pause. "I wanted to help."
Astarion gazed into the fire intentionally, trying not to look at the wizard.
"Well, I appreciate the help I suppose. Though I don't appreciate being watched while I sleep." Astarions voice came out cold, though without any real bite.
"And next time." He started, turning to look at gale again, "announce who the hell is touching me. I don't want to wake to the hands of Gods knows what on my... glorious body." The last part he threw in for some sort of defense. He didn't want to sound weak. He wasn't scared. No. Definitely not scared....
Gale only hummed in response, looking at him for a moment with subtle observancy. "I'll keep that noted."
After a beat, Gale carefully sat next to Astarion, crossing his legs. They both watched the fire in silence. The air between them thick with unspoken emotion. Questions and feeling weighed on the humid hair more than desired. It felt suffocating to Astarion. He hated it.
As much as he wanted to be pissed at Gale simply for seeing him in such a state, a small part of him ringed with great fulness. Woken from that gods awful paralysis.
He probably would have pissed himself if he had to keep being analyzed under the awful gaze of Cazador.
"... thank you for the help, nontheless." Astarion muttered. "Though, don't expect me to let go of the fact that you watched me in my sleep." He bit out again, with no real venom.
"You're making me sound like a creeper." Gale teased.
"You've given me no reason to believe otherwise." Astarions voice dipped, a quiet seriousness to his comment.
Gale was still for a long moment, a quiet sigh escaping him. "Fair enough, I suppose..."
The soft sound of crickets sung in the air around them, the campfire small and crackling as it slowly dies.
"... can I ask what your dream was about?" Gale questioned carefully. He was still looking into the dieing fire as he spoke, but Astarion could feel all his attention pressed on him anyway.
"My past." He replied blankly.
Gale understood he was being intentionally vague, and decided against pressing on the details much further.
"The past can be a cruel mistress, hm?"
Astarion simply blinked into the fire, he could feel himself growing more distant from his surroundings, thinking back to Cazador looming over him. He could still feel his eyes burning into him.
Or maybe it was just Gales attention. The difference in tone was evident, but the intensity was all the same. Sometimes sympathy felt worse than malice.
"Or master." Astarion replied dryly.
The flames flickered weakly, small waves of pale orange licking into the warm air.
Gale nodded subtly. It didn't take much effort to understand his meaning.
"... every now and then i get nightmares too." Gale offered quietly, watching the flames turn to embers, the charred logs glowing warm and orange. "About every month, maybe two times a month, I'll get a nightmare of sorts about my... condition. It's a little different every time, but it's always the same in the end. My chest aches as though lightning is inside it, the orb with a hunger so painful I feel like I'm being from the outside in... I pray to the good goddesses mystra in hopes of her saving me. And then I burst.... it's a pain like nothing before, magic tearing your body apart. It's hot and electric and consuming. It rips apart your bones and makes your veins tingly. It's a terrible feeling. Thankfully one I hardly experience in reality but still..."
Gale subconsciously reached up, fidgiting with his earring in anxiety, perhaps he's said to much.
"But that's just my two copper on nightmares..."
Astarion breathed out slowly, still feeling a bit floaty and distant. "Why are you still here?" He asked quietly.
Gale remained silent for a beat, continuing to worry with his jewelry before replying with some effort, as though unsure if he should speak the words. "Because i care about you."
Astarion slowly turned to look at him, chest aching.
Gale noticed a small frown tugging at the vampires lips. He didn't say anything, but he could see the dullness in his eyes, and the vulnerabilitity within them. The way he struggled to believe him.
"... I can return to my bedroll if I'm bothering you." Gale offered quietly.
There was a long moment of nothing. Astarion blinked at Gale before looking back to the embers.
Gods, it was so dark.
Astarion never minded the dark until now. He's spent two centuries in it. But now it felt like a suffocating void.
Like being trapped in a coffin.
"Stay." Astarion replied softly, barely even a whisper.
He didn't want to be alone.
He was so sick of being alone. In the dark.
"I'll stay." Gale murmured, a small nod of acceptance.
Astarion leaned into Gale, resting his head on his shoulder and closing his eyes.
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hey, ive been following your art for some time now and there's something about your creativity that always makes me excited about your comics. I've been wondering recently, how do you make up these storylines? Do you take inspiration from any other media? Thank you!
Hey, thank you very much, I'm glad to hear you have been enjoying my comics!
Well, if it's about my original comics pretty much everything in life inspires me, especially emotions, but if it's about my bg3 fancomics I don't really need any inspiration from other media because the game on it's own already inspires me to draw.
But to write authentic situations for the bg3 characters I do a lot of research to compare conversations or actions of the characters with my ideas. For example if I want to draw about one character getting insulted by the other I try to remember similar moments in the game. And then sometimes I'm stumbling over interesting videos or new informations that touch me or make me think. (That's how I have hundreds of storyboards but can hardly decide which one to draw haha)
Thank you again!
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Hi there! I just wanted to ask when might your commissions become open again? Not to rush at all (can't rush beautiful work after all!), I was just wondering as I'm super interested in getting one of your slots hopefully!
Also wanted to say that I love your art and your style! Looking forward to more of your work <3
Hi there!
Thank you very much for the sweet compliments and thank you for asking!
Commission slots are open right now. It can change quickly because some jobs are completed faster/slower or are canceled.
But if you are interested always feel free to DM me and we can discuss everything.
Thank you again, I appreciate it !<3
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hey kywi! i really really like your art! as someone who enjoys drawing myself, I was wondering how long you've been drawing and how managed to find your art style! sorry if this has been asked before!!
Hey, thank you for your message!
Like a lot of artist I've been drawing since I was a child so it has been many years, haha!
Style is something that developes over the years and I think is a mixture of something you think looks good, fits to your writing and what is comfortable for you to draw.
For example, the style for my latest BG3 comic is one I chose because I wanted to draw in a semi-realistic way, enabling me to communicate emotions effectively and depict the characters of the video game more accurately. And since I prefer to draw in a black/white comic style I tried to combine those aspects.
I hope you will have a lot of fun with your art!
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Lost passions - bg3 comic ascended Astarion / spawn Astarion, darkUrgeTav
I hope you enjoyed!
And a shout out to the bg3 cosplay community. Your creations are just stunning!
#fanart#bg3#baldur's gate 3#comic#digital art#astarion#baldurs gate#comicstrip#dark urge#durge#tav#ascended astarion#spawn astarion
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Just wanted to express my love for all your works, especially DurgeTav’s story! They’re all so heart wrenching in both the happiest and saddest ways that it makes me cry myself to sleep. Thank you for the hard work!
Thank you so much, I just hope it's a good cry and not a bad one haha! I appreciate the kind message!
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Hey Wellen Katze! Just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate your comics... for a very long time its been a pillar of my life and I've shown it to my friend allowing us to get closer because of the nights we would spend following, and admiring your artwork (we've been emotional about them many times!). We thank you for your creativity... we'd be nothing without you. Thank you and keep up the good work
Oh, that is a very cute story! Thank you for letting me know. It makes me happy to hear people have been sharing and enjoying my work. I wish the best for you two and hope I can keep you entertained.
Thank you very much I really appreciate it!
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Just a nightmare - bg3 comic, Astarion
Another comic I've been working on for quite a while and finally finished.
I wanted to draw somewhting about Astarions nightmares and wanted to add some sleep paralysis.
I hope you enjoyed!
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Okay, I've been pondering over how to say this for months. I love you art so much! There something so heart-touching about it. The way you capture emotions is so beautiful! Thank you so much 😭 💖💘
Oh, thank you so much, that is so kind, I'm so glad that my work has been able to touch you! I really appreciate it, thank you!
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Honestly - bg3 Astarion, DurgeMonkTav
thank you for your support!!
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SHADOWZEL??? PLEASE I'M BEGGING
IF I'VE GOT A GOOD IDEA FOR A SHADOWZEL COMIC, SURE!
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I LOVE YOUR MONK DARK URGE AND LAE'ZEL COMICS SO MUCH!!! PLS MORE
THANK YOU!!! I'M GLAD YOU HAVE BEEN ENJOYING IT! I'LL KEEP ON WORKING!
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The Chosen of Bane - bg3 Gortash comic
It's just a short one but I had the storyboard for like 2 months since I was never happy with it. It had many changes haha~
I hope you enjoyed!
old gortash sketches bonus. I'm starting to get used to drawing old men (lol)
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