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Kyle from the @sanguinesky-if. Listen, he's my favorite and no I won't take any criticisms. Ramblings under the cut:

Everyone talking about thirsting after the detective, but there's no way this man doesn't have a least one secret admirer (unless that was Kelly and that's why that random jealousy scene exists).

Fun Fact: I did not clock the "You're worried about Kelly" option as the Detective expressing jealousy towards Kelly the first few times I selected it and just thought the Detective was going "Aww, how sweet, he does care". I have since been picking the option right under to try and get this man to relax (a fruitless task since they start arguing immediately afterward 🤣)

(Side note: no hate against that jealousy moment, but you have to be holding some serious ill will against someone if your first thought in that situation is "oh no, is my man crushing on her?" and not "oh no, is she going to lose her job?" But I personally can't imagine my character being jealous either. In fact, Darcy would be highly amused if someone tried vying for Kyle's attention because she knows him all too well.

But if he decides the reciprocate for any reason? Pray for him.)

Kyle, wear you're damn glasses, you coward.

P.S. Sorry about his nose, the guy I was referencing had a really interesting nose and I couldn't resist drawing it ��👈

More Ramblings

!!Spoilers for the end of Chapter Two if you take K's route!!

While I'm at it: that scene in Kyle's office is actually my favorite to dissect. Like, they're both kind of equally responsible for what happened. The Detective is the one that initiates it, first of all, but it's not entirely unreasonable. At this point of the story, the situation sounds like it will actively interfere with their job, on top of the stress of unsolved murders, and - depending on choices made, on top of grief. A lot people would want answers in this situation, and knowing there's someone who has them would point them in their direction.

But then you walk in and the Inspector is noticeably Stressed the Fuck Out. But you have a job to do and need a resolution to the problem that cropped up.

The Inspector does have the answers. They knew about the situation but either felt like you didn't need to know or couldn't know to avoid possible interference. This information is understandably above the Detective's pay grade. Maybe under different circumstances the Detective would've come to the same conclusion but they are also Stressed the Fuck Out and are feeling entitled to some answers since, from their POV, this is now directly involving them. Tensions rise and the resulting argument ends with the Inspector telling the Detective to quite.

This is, of course, A Dick Move.

But the way this line is delivered – not snapped out of anger or out of inpulse, but with a sort of disconnect that usually comes with a dawning realization, is so interesting to me.

At the end of the day, K didn't mean to say this, but whatever realization they came to, made them actively think, in that moment, that this was the safest resolution, and it slipped out. The Inspector actively doesn't want the Detective in harms way, but the Detective is acting too determined. The frustration both sides are feeling right now!

The Inspector just wants the Detective to act in their own best interests, but can't or won't say why out of this inexplicable fear, and the Detective is literally just trying to do their job but is either being judge as incapable of doing it by their offical Deputy Chief, is having to deal with outside interference who don't seem to respect anything the department is trying to do, and is purposefully being left out in the dark in a way that is preventing them from judging the risks themselves; everyone has taken it apon themselves to do this for them in this reguard! The Detective is literally just being told to stick to these strangers, even though these strangers are apart of the problem the Detective is having, and if they can't follow their orders they shouldn't be involved at all! The Drama ✨️

Additionally:

In Darcy's POV, she takes it upon herself to calm Kyle down, assuring him it's not his job to know EVERYTHING that is going in in the department. Kyle isn't the actual Deputy in Chief for one, and two he's not omnipotent. Then in the ensuing arguement, she snaps out "Because it's your job!"

This particular conversation feels very much like Darcy trying to point out he's taken on too much and is letting his actual duties fall to the wayside (I had a supervisor like this, and boy did I have to solve a lot of problems on my own that I probably shouldn't have). Whether this is a valid arguement to make in this particular context is debatable (again, this topic is probably above the Detective's pay grade, but there is an arguement to made about it directly impacting her), and it's not like either of them is thinking any of this through, I just find it interesting how these replies line up.

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My MC!Detective I've made for the @sanguinesky-if , Darcy Rowe. Her first outfit is definitely more of a "what she really wants to wear". Her second outfit is what she usually wears (jewlery, shirt styled in some way). The third outfit is how she ends up dressing during the events of the story (no jewlery, less styled, more stressed). Her hair is usually up while she's at work, I just couldn't resist drawing it down. A couple things:

- Yes she has black wavy hair + micro bangs, and black eyes.

- Her twin's name is Lorelei and not only is her hair longer, but she has light brown eyes and curtain bangs.

- Yes she has chronic closed-eyes-always-smiling anime trope syndrome.

- Yes this means Kyle managed to bag a goth baddie (and is fumbling her so, so hard).

- She fancies herself as a composed person who can not only handle her own emotions and emergencies, but other people's emotions and emergencies as well (which is why I always have fun pairing her with the hotheads). This has yet to be challenged.

- I like to headcannon that the rest of the precinct finds her to be cold hearted since she's continuing to act as if her mentor and father figure hasn't just died.

- (As if little things are starting to slip out behind closed doors, like how she fought against the feds taking over her case).

- Klemmens is just the dad from Full Metal Alchemist.

- If she can't hold someone at gun point and look hot doing so then what is the point™️

- If looks could cut...

Personality wise:

She's blunt, reserved, and distant except with her sister and Lexie (these scenes mess up her stats so I don't regard anything in the stat page as "canon"). Her sense of her humor can be dry and usually taunting, often leaving people who don't know her well to question if she's even joking in the first place.

Her relationships currently:

Lexie: Her good friend and someone whom she absolutely adores (but is completely friend-zoned; Darcy might be bi, but I was never really fond of the friends-to-lovers trope).

Kyle: The guy she hates to love. He's more than proven himself to be capable and reliable. In certain situations she even finds his temperamental nature enduring. But the way he seems to be satisfied with leading her on is leaving quite the bitter taste in her mouth. More than once she has concidered outright rejecting him and putting an end to what she keeps thinking is mutual attraction, but something always has her hesitating to do so...

Morgan: They call her by her title. They work well together, but not knowing them outside of work has always left a divide between the two. Their relationship is mostly professional, but after learning their actually a CID agent she is left her unsure on how to handle their relationship going forward.

CID: Initial encounter aside, she's chosen to be dismissive of them. She doesn't feel the need to respond to them unless it directly involves work. (She actively ignores R and has taken more of an action speaks louder than words approach).

Side Note: Kyle is her cannon route but I've been exploring the CID's routes with her with a "Kyle won't fucking do anything but the new arrivals seem to be interested" mindset, which is really fun. They are all so interesting ✨️

S: She keeps at a distance but can't help but to want know what he knows... as long as it's during office hours.

Definitely drawing more for this IF eventually!

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Had to draw Réŷna and Maelynn in this dress

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Really wanted to do some dramatic lightning ✨️

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Conceptualizing the look of magic in my webcomic ✨️

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I'm sure everyone has written a BG3 Tiefling Party fanfic by now. If you enjoy them, you can find yet another one under the cut.

If you say please.

Of course saving a bunch of tieflings meant crowd work for Astarion; the poor bastards were under the impression he did it out of the goodness of his unbeating heart, and not because he was given very little choice by their oh so gracious... Well, as much as he was loathed to admit it, Velvari was their leader. Despite not having a single thing in that head of hers besides a mind flaying parasite, she still felt some sort of kinship with the merry band of tieflings, who were on the verge of being left at the mercy of goblins. The moment she decided they were going to offer aid there was no room for questions. Ugh. But no one else was grabbing the reins to steer this wreck of a group. Too caught up in their own personal shit to do so, he supposed, so off to save the day they all went. 

Which was how he found himself smiling out of reflex and saying whatever it was his small audience needed to hear to allow for quick departure. They offered him a bottle of wine and he took it with charm before he bade them his ados.

"I trudged through goblin filth up to my elbows and this is all I get for my trouble? A pat on the head and vinegar for wine?" he grumbled, the moment he was out of earshot to do so. He uncorked the bottle and made his way back to his tent, but before he could indulge in giving himself something else to complain about, it slipped through his fingers in one smooth action that completely took him off guard. 

His red eyes flicked up to the culprit, a tiefling with otherworldly dark skin that blended in shadows and an obsession with the color gold. A color choice that matched her eyes: golden irises piecing the blackness of her sclera. With the way they caught the fires that lit up the night for them, they almost appeared to glow. Perhaps they did. 

Was this the last thing the poor bard girl saw before she was torn into? Flashes of liquid gold as the claws of hell tore her flesh asunder? He didn't care of course. In fact, the subtle air of guilt she carried around her the morning after made the situation amusing. As long as that aggression wasn't turned on him it was something he could perhaps use in his favor. In fact, it was rather impressive how well she hid the body. If he hadn't smelled freshly spilled blood in the air maybe he too would have been none the wiser. It made him think. How quickly could she make any one of them disappear without a trace?

Velvari tilted her head back to take a swig while Astarion watched on, unimpressed. She  carried herself with proper posture, one arm folded neatly behind her back like a war general. When she walked it was with a confident swagger and when she talked it was with authority. Yet he seen her persuade people where she could have easily intimidated — and it would have made it all the easier if she did. All of this crafted an image that seemed to appeal, one way or another, to the damned and fraying souls he found himself in company. Even the Githyanki held some grudging respect for her. But Astarion? No, if Cazador wasn't a looming figure over his life, he would've been out of here the first chance he got. 

As of right now, this misfit group was the only protection he had on hand. An uneasy alliance but one all the same. 

"You did a good thing. Suck it up and enjoy yourself," she said, licking wine off her gold painted lips. She must have overheard his griping.

Astarion gaped at her. "Enjoy myself? I have a blasted parasite in my head and a–" One of his flailing hands was caught and his fingers were made to curl around the neck of a bottle.

"It's rich, dry, and sharp," she stated matter-of-factly. "I'm sure someone with your expensive taste could appreciate such depth of flavor."

Oh please. If it wasn't blood he didn't want it. If it wasn't her blood... He looked between her and the bottle of wine she put in his hand. "Is this your way of telling me to enjoy the little things?"

"More or less," she said with soft laugh, and dropped her hands away from his. Her warmth lingered on his pale skin. 

He huffed in disbelief. "I just want a little more excitement! A little more... fun. Is that really too much to ask?" 

"In regards to you? Perhaps."

"Oh don't be so sour. I like a good time as much as anyone." As he spoke, he looked her over. She wasn't even bad looking. Her black leather top cupped her breasts perfectly, and the deep, plunging neckline showed them off in a way that was mouthwatering. The bumps and ridges between them were on full display as well, like thorns, as if to say look but don't touch. She was sharp all over. It didn't dissuade him in the least; however, he needed to ensure he had an ally in this massive cluster fuck and if it took seduction to secure her then so be it. He's done worse for poorer reasons. "You know, we could always make our own entertainment, darling. Get a little closer, so to speak."

Her long, fleshy tail gave a twitch, but whatever that meant her expression wasn't giving it away. "Maybe. If you say please." 

"What?" Astarion asked with a humorless laugh. It was almost enough to make him retract his proposition. No, he can handle power trips. He can go through the motions of being desirable and he wouldn't even have to be mentally present. He did it so many times before. He was just that good. 

Leaves rustled under her boot as she took a step closer to him. She seemed taller than she actually was but in reality, she was no taller than him. The torch behind her head lit up her orange and yellow hair in such a way that almost made it look ablaze. "Say please," she said, so softly it caught him off guard. It wasn't a command. It wasn't playful either. He didn't know what to make of it, and he would be lying if he said her tone didn't pique his curiosity.

"Please," he said with a purr.

She ran a hand over his chest and shoulder. Even through the fabric of his shirt she felt her warmth. She may not have an infernal engine chugging away in her ribs but she ran hot nonetheless. Her gaze was turned away from him, as if suddenly shy. No, that wasn't it. He saw her do this before, but with animals she wanted to gain the trust of. Astarion's lips parted, bottle of wine lowered and forgotten. 

"I... like being manhandled," she confessed. 

He wanted to laugh. Not a power trip at all. Even if he didn't quite understand what this song and dance was, he started to understand the jist of it. Their gracious leader wanted someone else to take charge in the bedroom. He knew the type. He leaned into her, a hand reaching up to touch her elbow, and he murmured into her ear. "Oh darling, I'll take good care of you. No need to worry your pretty little head over the details." When her eyes met his, he expected heat. Lust. A flirty smile even. Instead what he saw was an emotion he couldn't discern. Behind her, her tail jerked to and fro. Not quite a wag. 

"You can bite me too." That's what made Astarion realize she wanted to discuss this, and what she was doing now? Gouging how receptive he would be. Oh, she was not going to make this as easy as falling into eachothers arms, was she? More than likely also the type that needed to be engaged mentally. 

Weariness started to rear up. "With no tricky strings attached?" He asked. 

She nodded. "No strings attached."

"Then I'll bite," he said with a grin, pun fully intended. "I'll be seeing you later." When she stepped away from him, a flirty little smirk twisted her lips this time and Astarion couldn't help but feel like he won. She dragged her hand away as if reluctant to let go, and he let her. 

Success. 

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Keikei's red eyes darted between Réŷna and her opponent, a guy who was bouncing on the balls of his feet, hands up to guard his face. The Tielkem regarded him cooly and, as opposed to her first match where she just stretched all cat-like until the flag dropped, she took a stance that was not recognizable in the least bit. A glance around told Keikei she wasn't the only one who was left clueless.

She had her feet planted, one foot forward and the other foot back, but there was no way someone as nimble as her didn't have her weight disputed to the balls of her feet, and her forearms were up and loosely cross over her face, palms facing outward and hands relaxed. It was heavily defensive, that much was for certain, and considering her opponent was obviously a boxer, it wasn't hard to see why. Keikei frowned and leaned toward Riwki. "Do you know what that it?"

To her surprise, he shook his head no. "I do know if he goes at her the wrong way, he's fucked."

The flag dropped and the boxer sprung forward, looking to overwhem Réy̌na, only to have the first jab deflected by one of her palms, his momentum used against him to leave him wide open, and she got in one, two hits before he recovered enough to move out of the way of her follow up knee strike–

She feinted and landed a solid, fully extended kick to his chest, winding him. He just couldn't get out of striking distance fast enough. The way Réŷna grinned, wolfish, told Keikei all she needed to know; the match was over from there.

"That's what you meant right? About going at her the wrong way?"

Riwki hummed. "A feint to her ribs would've worked better. It's an impressive defensive position, but it left her sides exposed. She would've been forced to adjust either of her elbows to block it."

"Which would have weekened her defense around her head," Keikei realized.

"She has quick reflexes, but divide her attention and spread her thin, and you can break through."

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Drew this for a friend l for her birthday/o/ You're gonna have to pretend they're sitting on stools and that Caleb was unfortunate enough to be demoted to a box 🤣

It's a redraw of this image I also did for her birthday 2 years ago. (Completely forgot I signed the original rip)

They were also teens in the first one (hoggy au before it was discontinued due to J****ling), and are now adults in my friend's steampunk original world, Golden City. We're now in a steampunk au \o/

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My OC Eri drawn as a MLP character because why not.

Origionally Posted 9/7/20

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My mascot oc drawn as a MLP character. I don't remember anything more about this hfchbn

Origionally posted 9/7/2020

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My OC Eri cosplaying as Izaya from Durarara and Wrench(?) from watch dogs. Origionally posted 1/14/21

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Done for Halloween and as a color pallet challenge. Origionally posted 10/7/21

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Just a girl and her Runeboo ♡

Origionally posted on 9/28/21

[OG Describes] I haven't yet decided where she's at, if she's crashing with someone/renting a room, or if she's renting a small apartment. I am always down to plot something if anyone wants to throw their gro at me /o/

Ft. Mookie and Mudball