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Forgot to post these too. More under the cut.

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Lord Captain Saren von Aurastor was a walking contradiction, a man of refined cruelty and calculated charm.

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He endeavours to be a spectacle of power, never seen without his overcoat, a vast, gilt-red and black garment worth its weight in gold. It flowed to his calves, a swirling set of heavy faulds that amplified his already formidable silhouette. Imposing as it was with gilt skull motif epaulettes and a unique, intricate aiguillette arrangement that hinted at a mind both artistic and ruthless.

His face, though refined, held a disturbing beauty. One eye, a cold, predatory silver, the other a piercing, ghostwight blue, scanned his surroundings with a wild, deranged intensity. A jagged scar marred his left brow and forehead, adding a brutal counterpoint to his otherwise elegant features with a chilling reminder of a near fatal warp jump that had left him with more than just a scar.

His voice, a deep, resonant timbre reminiscent of polished steel, held a subtle menace, a low growl that could both charm and intimidate. His smile, when it came, was a carefully calibrated weapon, a flash of teeth that hinted at hidden depths and unsettling intentions.

He moved with a subtle, almost predatory grace, the bronze taps of his block heels clicking a theatrical rhythm that underscored his awareness of the effect he had on others.

He was a paradox, a man of refined tastes and brutal efficiency. He claimed to abhor emotional decision-making, favoring cold logic and calculated strategy. Beneath the veneer of ruthless pragmatism, a flicker of unexpected tenderness occasionally surfaced, a glimpse of a heart capable of loyalty or compassion, though never of gold.

His eccentricities were legion, a collection of quirks and habits that both fascinated and unnerved his retinue. His generosity, when it manifested, was as unpredictable as his temperament, lavished upon those he deemed loyal, a reward for unwavering service.

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my baby got his in game profile

ppl have been liking his playlist, here it is again

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RE OCs angst 😇 A human, a B.O.W., and a photograph of a stranger.

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more people need to give themselves permission to write and draw pornography

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Eye of the Storm, by Harut Danielyan, 2025

Source

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Break The Skin

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Delectatio Morosa: A Conclave Visual Novel

We’re very excited to announce Delectatio Morosa: A Conclave Visual Novel coming soon in early March!

Play as Dean Thomas Cardinal Lawrence as he prepares for an All Saints’ Day Celebration at the Vatican, and try to manage his fellow Curia members too!

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Painting my pfp 😇

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As We Get Older II (2020)

I & II & III

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does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

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Hans/Henry fanarts with Galehaut quotes from Lancelot-Grail

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The Price of a Masterpiece (Dammon/Knight of Pentacles)

I adored writing for Dammon as the Knight of Pentacles card as part of the @mysticalfatestarotdeck. He already has a lot of depth if you're willing to look for it, but this card was just so perfectly suited to exploring that story. This is some of my favorite "inner world" writing I've ever done. @harrarthellix used the Soul Coin motif to maximum effect and was instrumental in underpinning the imagery of this story.

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📚 Rated Teen (SFW, dark/hellish themes) - Dammon - 1,618 words

⚒️ There would be a day when Dammon could allow himself to grapple with the price of his triumph, maybe in the safety of his own home, surrounded by the comfort of his own forge. But that day was not today. | As Dammon fulfills a complex request for Zariel, he wrestles with the price of his achievement and ambition.

You can read many of the other tarot-inspired stories here: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BG3_Tarot_Project/works

Dammon had lost track of time; it was well past midnight as he hammered adjustments into a metal saddle frame against a weathered mandrel. Not that marking the hour mattered much here; the gears of Avernus ground eternally, with or without him. Even so, the tiefling blacksmith relished the dull thud of his mallet as he fine-tuned the piece; it was a rare day in Carixim’s forge when Dammon was required—or even allowed—to indulge in artistry. For months—had it really only been a few months since the Descent?—he had repaired a never-ending stream of damaged arms for Blood War soldiers: blunted swords, dented shields, split helmets. Yes, he had to do the work—under threat of grievous punishment—but in each broken weapon, he saw a chance to improve. If he ever did get out of here, very few others in Faerûn would be able to claim his mastery of infernal iron…

The thought stayed his hand. He wiped the sweat from his brow with a gloved forearm and heaved a sigh into the bandana protecting his mouth and nose. Faerûn . Would keeping his head down and his eyes forward be enough to keep him safe until he could get out of Avernus?— if he could get out of Avernus? Don’t dwell on it , he urged himself. Focus on what’s in front of you.

Dammon lifted his protective goggles to inspect his work—a few wrinkles still. He frowned, replaced his goggles, and reheated the saddle over a bed of hot coals. With some pliability restored, Dammon set to hammering again. The rhythm of his breathing in concert with the movement of his body eased his mind; his thoughts became a steady flow of background noise, and they drifted to other matters.

In recent tendays, Dammon’s apprentice-level drudgery had finally paid off, earning him the endorsement of a high-ranking fighter in the Blood War—an endorsement that had turned into the greatest opportunity of his career so far.

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