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Thanks for the opportunity! As for a fun fact, Tandrii is always finding little doodles and phrases Astarion's embroidered into the inside of her clothes, as a special secret between the two of them. 😊
July 25, 2025 at 5:32 PM
clefbutt.bsky.social
Boobs I dunno
A pencil sketch of Astarion from BG3 fingering Tandrii, an elf with long ears and scales all over her body A pencil sketch of Tandrii, standing naked
February 28, 2025 at 7:31 PM
clefbutt.bsky.social
#tavqotd

They're all natural - Tandrii has hemiclits that evert to about the length of her middle finger, so there's some penetration potential at the right angle. Luckily Astarion is flexible :3c
February 23, 2025 at 2:00 AM
clefbutt.bsky.social
Poses and shapes that I really liked, but I otherwise went with a different concept for Tandrii's vulva - this was before I considered hemiclits so they're not there
A pencil sketch of Astarion performing cunnilingus. There's another sketch of the lips of Tandrii's vulva spread over Astarion's dick, showing two hemiclits A pencil sketch of Tandrii masturbating. Another sketch of Astarion eating Tandrii out because I'm insatiable A sketch of Tandrii on her elbows, with her hips in the air and her head buried in her arms. There's also a drawing of her vulva, set with scales and a ridged clitoral hood
January 6, 2025 at 3:00 PM
clefbutt.bsky.social
Various #astarion x Tandrii doodles I did this week while at my desk - maybe one day I'll work digitally ffhhcfhhg #tavstarion
December 12, 2024 at 12:23 AM
clefbutt.bsky.social
Why should I have to work when I can just draw her
December 3, 2024 at 12:56 AM
clefbutt.bsky.social
#WIPWednesday time again! Posting on this account because this segment is NSFW. You can read my #astarion x #oc fic, Duets for Ruined Monsters here: archiveofourown.org/works/51082519

#writing
She was soaked. He could feel it. He would have easily slid into her from this angle, into tight, faceless heat. He shifted onto his side and pumped his curled in an easy, steady rhythm he'd used before, with countless others, getting the most physical pleasure he could out of another night to forget. But before long the tension that coiled beneath his skin began to peter out. His hand stilled over his cock and he screwed his eyes shut. Nothing about this was right. He ached — ached in a way that would have been, for a normal person, a simple itch to scratch. His circumstances were far from normal. He tried again — and this time, as his hand began to move at that familiar pace, his imagined partner did not simply lay there against him. Instead, she looked back at him, cold eyes piercing beneath furrowed brows. Even that idea was enough to still his hand again, but the ache only intensified as his mind began to work, rearranging their positions, as her gaze seemed to command. Now, she sat astride him; he could have asked her to, when the moon was high and bright like it was tonight, so he could watch her glitter as she moved, prim and regal in his lap. He could still feel the subtle swell of her breast in his mouth, dainty and sensitive; from here, he'd have had the perfect angle from here to tease her. His free hand trailed over a perked nipple, and he all but moaned imagining her bracing against his chest, clinging to him to counterbalance the graceful swivel of her narrow hips. The grip he had on the base of his cock tightened as she would no doubt have borne down on him, twisting on the path up before slipping back down. Her voice – her rising pitch, her stifled moans – rang in his ears as his fist continued to move with a life of its own. He could practically feel the frantic rhythm of her heart coursing through his veins, leaping and bounding when his own refused to budge. Her thoughts, broadcast to him through a slip of the tadpole, had jumped into him like an arc of electricity, branding him like an iron; they resonated in his mind as his pace increased – as he bucked up into his own hand.  –keep him safe– –keep him mine.  Mine.  Fucking hells. He had already won. 
November 6, 2024 at 4:18 PM
clefbutt.bsky.social
Still thinking about these tbh. Really liked the figures in them even if I went with a different design for Tandrii's clit(s) #oc ❄️
Tandrii, a thin female elf with scales on her body and face, touching herself. Her left hand trails over her ribs below her small breasts while her right dips between her legs. Tandrii, the same elf, face down with her hips in the air. There is also a closeup of her vulva, featuring a ridged clitoral hood and tiny scales on the lips themselves. There's also a foot on the page and I don't remember why I drew it.
November 5, 2024 at 8:48 PM
clefbutt.bsky.social
Shapes I liked idk
A pencil sketch of a naked Astarion sitting astride a naked Tandrii, a slender female elf with scales on her body and face
November 4, 2024 at 9:51 PM