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We need to see more of Ornel 🙏

(I love your art so much 😭✨💕)

Sure thing! I really miss my elf drow boy <3

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Hi!~~~ not about your OCs but i really love your art, one of my favorites, let's be friends! ✨

sure dm me and we can chat

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Heya guys in need of commission work to pay bills once more!! Come dm me for a slot or just reblog this to share it! I do require aid! So anyone kind enough to help out would be very much appreciated.

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Little thing for spooky month!!

Chance is perfectly capable of lighting the Jack-O-Lantern without sneezing, Vix just thinks it's more fun this way~

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Another attempt at another fic. Demetrius is fun to mess with, this time I tried something longer. 1771 words for this one! And this will be a part 1! When I get to part 2 I'll start a series for the masterpost. I'm having fun doing the writing. Although if theres any errors please tell me!

Demetrius had always been a figure of strength and authority. His presence alone was enough to command respect for most, and he rarely found himself flustered or shaken. A pillar of strength for the Velen, and to a lot of people who relied on him. He was the type of man to hate exposing a vulnerability, like an exposed nerve. And, unfortunately for him, In the Velen Empire spring has arrived and the air became thick with the golden haze of pollen, Demetrius found himself facing an unrelenting battle: allergies.

The people around him were bustling with activity, the floral trees that surrounded as they nestled their camp within a clearing in the Kingswood forest were in full bloom, their pollen swirling in the warm breeze. As Demetrius strode through the narrow paths between tents, his long strides powerful and purposeful, his mind was hardly focused on work. Instead, his thoughts were fixated on:

Don't sneeze. Not here. Not in front of anyone.

He was trying to make his way through the busy crowds to get out of the populated area and find somewhere secluded to deal with this growing ache.

The itch in his nose had started subtly enough this morning—a gentle tickle that was easy to ignore at first. But the more he breathed in the pollen-laden air, the more the tickle grew. His massive nostrils flared slightly, and his brow furrowed in frustration it almost made him pause in his walk. Each step seemed to stir more into the air from the dry grass and humid air around him, making his nose twitch involuntarily. Unlike the noses of mere mortals, the olfactory organs of a storm giant were hyper-sensitive, a unique trait that rendered him particularly vulnerable to the onslaught of allergens swirling in the air.

The gentle breeze carried the sweet, fragrant scent of wildflowers, which should have been soothing but only exacerbated his torment. His nostrils flared wide, making him panic and quickly snap his hand up to crush at them, under his fingers they were fluttering and flickering as if fighting profusely to break free, but every breath igniting a fresh wave of irritation deep within. The droning sensation danced along the delicate membranes of his sinuses as if bouncing around inside the cavernous muscles. The pressure was building like tiny lightning bolts were striking within.

Ahead of him stood Erlo, his commander and a high-ranking general in the Velen Empire’s army who was a centaur, gilded in the ceremonial armor once would expect from a person of such high status, and very intricately made to suit that of the build of a centaur too. Erlo was a stern man, sharp-eyed and direct, his presence a constant reminder of the discipline required in their ranks but he had an annoying habit of negging those who don't do as he says. Demetrius barely could say he respected him he was usually dismissive, and sarcastic in his presence, Erlo feared him, he smelled it often, but today, he was struggling to focus on anything Erlo said at all.

“Demetrius,” Erlo’s voice cut through the air, clear and commanding. “We need your strength for the next operation. The rest of the generals are expecting a report from you tomorrow morning, and—are you even listening?”

Demetrius blinked, trying to force his attention back to the conversation. He could feel the prickling in his nose growing more insistent, teasing at the edges of his control. Don't sneeze. His thoughts were consumed with that single focus, making it almost impossible to process anything Erlo was saying.

“Er…Hh!…” A soft, reflexive hitch escaped him, and he quickly raised a hand to cover his mouth and infuriating nose, hoping to quell it before it escalated. His chest tightened, the throbbing spreading through his nasal passages, it was sharper and more insistent than before almost enough to make his eyes water. Perhaps attempting to talk just triggered the muscles to contract. But the last thing he needed was to unleash one of his thunderous sneezes in the middle of the courtyard, with dozens of soldiers and officials around.

“Demetrius?” Erlo repeated, his eyes narrowing slightly as he noticed something was a little off. “Are you alright?”

“F…Fine,” He spat quickly, a bit desperate not to induce anything else from his quickly inflaming nose but relented and spoke, just to shut him up.

"I'm fidne…" Demetrius rumbled, his deep voice thick with congestion, despite his attempts to keep it steady. He let his hand drop. His eyes were squinted from the burning behind them, and his nose twitched again, the reaction was not giving him a moments peace.

He could feel the sneeze brewing, clawing at him, but he held it back with every ounce of strength he had. Erlo, unaware of the suffering raging inside Demetrius, continued speaking, his words blending into the background as Demetrius’s mind became singularly focused on preventing what felt inevitable. The pollen seemed to cling to the interiors of his flesh, swirling into his wide, dilating and glistening wet nares, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything but the unbearable itching.

Don't sneeze. Don't sneeze.

His nostrils flared again, flickered, wide, strained, shivering with anticipation then eased. He could feel the sneeze hovering right at the edge, waiting to explode, but he clenched his jaw, willing it down. His muscles tensed under his skin.

Erlo raised an eyebrow, stopping a moment in his explanations of unwanted zombies showing up west near Lowestoft, clearly noticing Demetrius’s increasing discomfort.

“Demetrius?” he asked, his tone less commanding and more curious now.

Demetrius nodded quickly, not trusting his voice. His massive chest shuddered as he gulped, throat dry, trying to hold back the sneeze that threatened to erupt at any moment. But Erlo wasn't finished…

“… Right. As I was saying—” Erlo continued, though now his words were little more than a distant hum in Demetrius's ears. Wait, he wasn't done?? Demetrius could almost roll his eyes in exasperation.

Don't sneeze. Don't sneeze.

The words echoed in Demetrius's mind, his entire focus consumed by the effort to suppress. Yet he could feel the pollen tickling every part of him, now buzzing through the uniquely large organ, each short breath drawing in more despite his attempts not to.

His world was getting blurry, but he tried not to dip out of the focus he was forcing. The giant clenched his fists, gritting his teeth so tightly his jaw ached. Each time his chest alarmed him by a sudden jolt and expanded he tried to swallow it down, and for a moment, he thought he might lose the battle. But somehow, he managed to hold it in. He had to cover his face once more during all this as his nose was twitching so violently beneath a hand he thought he looked ridiculous and he refused to put down. His nostrils flared, his muscles tensed and then it passed, the sneeze didn’t come and this scourge cycled.

When Erlo finally finished speaking, Demetrius could only manage a curt nod, praying the conversation wouldn’t continue.

He knew he hadn’t heard a single word his commander had said.

He moved on quickly soon as Erlo uttered "I will see you later" not even bothering saying goodbye to him or courtesy's and perhaps missing that detail... -----------------------------------------------

Demetrius had moved his way out of the camp and stood at the edge of the forest, away from the bustle of soldiers and strategists, desperate for a moment of solitude. The sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground, but the beauty of the forest did little to distract him from the relentless irritation in his nose. His large nasal passages swelled angrily beneath his skin, a painful protest against the pollen that filled the air, leaving him in a constant state of discomfort.

He couldn't hold out, he just wanted to get out one, one and then done, just for some relief. The persistent titillation of the one thing that was a giant's most delicate feature was like a prickling fire that danced along the flesh inside like it was teasing him.

He sat, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in an effort to induce the relief he so desperately craved. He needed to let it out. It wasn't long after that his massive nostrils flared tremendously, as if yearning for mercy and craving stimulation, fluttering agape in response to the overwhelming urge that ripped through him.

“Hheh… hheh—!” His broad, large nose crumbled at the bridge, excited for the expulsion of the damn irritations.

But just before he could give in to the sensation, he heard the hurried footsteps of a soldier approaching from the camp. Demetrius’s frustration grew as he turned slightly, trying to mask his struggle and choked it down, coughing and gagging a moment before snarling. The last thing he wanted was to be seen in such a vulnerable state.

“Sir!” the soldier called, urgency lacing his voice. “They need you in the war tent! Commander Erlo is waiting for your presence!”

The intrusion shattered his concentration, the tickling spiraling out of his control, ebbing and pulsing like a rubber band snapping. Demetrius could feel his annoyance boiling beneath the surface.

“I’ll be there in a moment,” he said dryly, trying to sound authoritative even as his voice came out thick with congestion.

The soldier hesitated for a moment, clearly unsure of how to proceed.

“But they really need you—”

“I said, I’ll be there!” Demetrius snapped, trying to keep his voice steady and a growl escaping him, shaking the trees and the air itself. The soldier fled, frightened by the loud venom laced spit from the giant and stumbled clumsily back to the camp.

He turned away, hoping to gather himself enough to endure this.

“Hh… Hehd!…”

It's as if his face was melting, he tried to hold it back, to regain some semblance of command over it, but the more he fought against it, the stronger the muscles tightened and argued. His face contorted with the effort and his nose wriggled profusely as if complaining it couldn't get its release. He pinched his nostrils shut, in an attempt to quell this chaos, but all that did was send shockwaves coursing through him. He shuddered, static buzzing around him making his hair float upward.

There was a brief and pregnant pause, but it held long enough for Demetrius to let go of the held breath, exhaling slowly through his mouth. He could feel the pulsing, demanding attention and fruition, but he couldn’t afford to linger.

With a heavy sigh, Demetrius straightened up, knowing he had to return. He couldn’t afford to appear weak or distracted, even if the pollen continued to mock him from every corner of the camp. He took a second, steeling himself, and set off toward the war tent.

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Did a fic for a change, woo hoo! And some art. I been practicing some writing lately. 642 words. A very short fic. But Im just testing the waters right now.

As Demetrius, the storm giant, roamed through the ancient woods, the ground trembled beneath his feet. He moved with an imposing yet graceful presence, He was a force of nature, towering among the trees. The sunlight filtered through the canopy above, casting dappled shadows across his massive form. As he walked, his foot struck a cluster of mushrooms nestled in the underbrush, the impact releasing a cloud of iridescent spores that shimmered in the light they swirling into the air, dancing around him like a glistening fog.

The impact sent a cloud of spores inhaling deeply, he took in the spores without a thought, only to be met with an overwhelming irritation in his enormous nasal passages. The moment they touched the sensitive membranes, an irritation flared to life within him. A deep, insistent buzzing ignited within, spreading like wildfire. The tickling quickly intensified, forcing him to fight for control as it built with every passing second. His nostrils flared wide as the sensation grew, a primal urge that took hold of him. A powerful tickle that made his breath hitch unexpectedly. Each breath became a long, torturous hitch, desperate and shaky, as the irritation twisted through him. "Hh-heh!" His nostrils expanded, the delicate skin turning a shade deeper as the sensation became almost unbearable.

His body responded violently to the building pressure; muscles in his massive frame spasmed and twitched, almost reeling with stimulation. The sensation was relentless, pulling rigid every fiber of his being. Each hitch drew in more air, filling his lungs as he fought against the onslaught that threatened to consume him.

“Hh…h-hEh...”

He felt his chest swell with the intensity of his hitches, a rhythm of longing mixed with frustration.  He could feel the sting radiating throughout his sinuses, like static electricity crackling just beneath the surface. Each hitch of breath drew in more spores, further stoking the heat behind his eyes. His chest heaved with desperation, each inhale longer and more strained as he tried to stave off the inevitable.

“H…Hdh HhehHDh!”

The world around him blurred as he focused solely on the urge to sneeze coursing through his body. Demetrius could feel the tension coiling within him, and his eyes began to water from the overwhelming sensations.

“Hh…HEHdh!…”

His muscles tightened, rippling under his dark skin as he struggled to hold back the inevitable release. But it was futile. The pressure continued to roil threatening to explode. He clenched his jaw, resisting, but to no avail. His breath came in sharp, wavering gasps, each one a prelude to the monumental release that was incoming. The air crackled with energy and the longer he resisted, the more the torment clawed at him, pushing him to the brink.

“Hhuh…HhEH!…hHHedHH!”

The moment stretched, taut as a bowstring, until at last, the dam broke. He could no longer contain it. With a final, involuntary, drawn-out intake of breath, The world erupted around him and Demetrius let out a tremendous sneeze:

“HhrEH'RSSHHUhHh!!!!”

The sound rolled through the forest like a cataclysmic roar, shaking the very ground beneath him, a force of nature that reverberated across the landscape. Lightning arced from his explosion in a brilliant flash that illuminated the forest in stark contrast, the magic of his release scorched the landscape, splintering wood and igniting foliage in a fierce blaze. The air crackled with energy, and the dirt cracked below his feet as the raw power of his sneeze surged forth.

In the aftermath, Demetrius stood panting, the echoes of his loud sneeze fading into the air and trees blackened, seared and plants around him smoking in a spectacular display of destruction. His body trembled with residual energy. His breath slowly returned to normal as he blinked at at the charred remnants of the forest a testament to the raw power he possessed—a storm unleashed by a single, desperate moment.

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Trigger warning - Vent stuff (Suicide, bullying etc.) I am not feeling great. And I'm going to censor everything below if you don't want to read. But this post I wanted to make, one, for my own benefit. mentally, but I also feel like people who are in the same position as me could use an understanding ear. So...

Feeling real horrible. Like I shouldn't exist. To put it bluntly. Making the rounds of depression again. I want to type this out here and will most likely delete this later because being vunerable on the internet is not exactly, sometimes, met with anything good.

I won't go into detail on as to why either, since opening up about things you've done is usually weaponized online too. But lets say this: I have been made to feel, in some online spaces, that, My existance and presense should be eradicated.

I have been treated this way by these people for years. Over 5 years now. I had been bullied, and called horrible things, been witch hunted all the works that online crap can bring. And most people are in agreement, I should get over it by now. Who scares if a few people don't like you, don't want you around them? They have a right to believe that, and it's not like I didn't deserve it.

And I suppose in truth a part of me agrees. I dont expect approval, nor do I expect to be liked, a part of me rationally knows this. Not everyone online is going to be on a sympathetic understanding side of things.

But another part of me creeps back. You see, during this time, when people turned on me violently, for mistakes I've made and regret, I got low. Real low. Suicide low. I figured I was diplorable. Unforgivable. Disgusting. I felt like I should be punished. I did. Yanno. Self harm. A lot.

I figured the world would be better. Easier, if I wasn't in it. They made me believe this.

But I was always in conflict with reality. You see online isn't really half of my life. I have good parents, not perfect, but good. And a family who cares about me, and deep down, I knew if I was gone, if anyone, they would suffer for it.

So ...Suicide wasn't really an option. Not properly.

I had no choice but to endure lots of inflammatory comments, being excluded, distanced, the community (not this one) I wanted to feel a part of, and enjoy a love of drawing was...cruel.

I could rant more about what they did. How much they alienated and hurted me, broke down my character and warped me into this...percieved monster. But theres no point. And yanno I don't want to get into details like I said.

But a part of me still thinks that Im not a victim here. That I deserve it.

It's the rest that feels inconsolable. I don't want to die. I don't want to feel like thats the only option for me. To be erased. And think how much easier it would be for everyone else that I didn't exist.

But I want to be a kind person. I don't want to make people uncomfortable with my presense, or existance.

I shouldn't spare mercy to people who don't care. I know...But it's hard not to think when for your entire life you've been messed up.

Im pretty sure being some kinda autistic or at least neurodivergant doesn't help...(I haven't got diagnosed yet. Being a part of british NHS sucks. It would take me 5 years to get someone to see me. So they told me, and I'm considering private, but that costs 2,000 pounds and...Im scared honestly)

Anyway.

This feeling is often met with apathy, or "just don't think about it" by friends and family, who know somewhat about all this.

But it's hard.

It's heavy.

I just wish forgiveness could be an option. The mistakes I made, I learned from, and have never done again. But it's not enough.

It feels like this unending maw, gaping and cavernous. Swallowing me whole until it leaves nothing but that mistake left. They make it me. It's all I am. My identity. I am a literal monster to them. Something to fear like a boogeyman.

Not a dumb young adult who had no idea what they were doing.

I am nearly 30 now. I regret being stupid. Not knowing things, being ignorant and not just....being more calm at the time, but when people jump on you, you panic.

I have dug this hole. I know that... but it feels like I was forced to.

And the prolonged suffering, it's just....

I was happy for a time. You know? The fear and guilt lifted about a year ago for a while. When I found people who appriecate me, who care and want me around in that community, My confidence for a while was up. And I felt like I COULD exist. Live again, and be in spaces without feeling like I was a leech. I was happy and even talked to people in calls. I didn't have nightmares and I didn't feel like I needed to quit my freelance work.

There was...a couple of incidents, where I let my confidence blind me, approached people who haven't forgiven me, and told me to fuck off.

Which I did, to be fair...like I say: I don't have to be friends with everyone.

But...recently, the community pool has gotten thin. Drama happened (not to do with me, thank fuck, I couldn't deal with that stress I feel terrible for the people who have to endure it.) and spaces that were safe have been deleted. And the people who scorn me are now making a new space for them to pool into.

I've been excluded from that space.

That doesn't bother me, I have friends who will remain by my side. And this kinda happens everyone 6 months or so that people move spaces. But-

It's gut wrenching, to feel safe and forgiven. And then to be reminded that no, infact; You can't escape.

My friends will stay in spaces I feel safe in. And I know really- I'm not gonna loose much. But to be reminded that your existance would rather be purged? It's...not a fun feeling. Not to feel especially due to the struggles I've been facing and facing hard these past few months.

I suppose by writing all this, and saying all this, I just can't help but wonder in this mind space...Is it me? My fault? My brain is the one doing this...I am jumping from: Oh people I don't even like don't want me around? Better go die.

I made the mistake in the end....And this is my punishment. My torment for making a mistake.

It's ridiculous really...I shouldn't be feeling this way. But yet I am....I feel hopeless, empty. Sullen. Like theres no point, like all I feel and have been doing to grow, and move on....it doesn't matter. Because nothing changes.

I'm not sure exactly why Im writing this, or why Im even sharing these feelings, perhaps I just want people to talk to. Much as I love my friends, they get uncomfy talking like this... They can be dismissive and they don't really want to find a solution or confront it. I am just told to "forget it" and such. As I said before. But it doesn't help you know?

Putting this out there, it may make it worse...Which honestly; I fear. People online can look at something like this and use it to try make you worse, or kill yourself. Like....some people really just...get a kick out of making you feel like crap.

Im sure this is a sentiment that a lot of people, a lot of you, understand. It's cruel. Bullying and....I wish it would go away, not just for me, but for all of us....But I also hope a part of this can....maybe help someone?

That...something like this, isn't unusual....(unfortunately) and that some of you out there have been through the same thing...or are currently going through the same thing. And if thats the case...As someone who is feeling it at the current moment I want to say this to you:

You matter. You deserve to exist. You CAN live. And ...so long as you learn from your mistakes...That doesn't make you an evil, or even just a bad, person. You're a good person. You're a good person if you want to be better.

And....for you. I will keep this in mind for myself too. I fucked up. Maybe you did too...But we can be fuck ups together.

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I am not ok, but I think I will be. Admittedly, I could just not post this, but I think theres some value somewhere in this rant. I think it should be heard by some.

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Prompt 28: Doctors Note

Prompt 29: Sick on a Road trip

Prompt 30: Past prompt of your choice! (Did you just sneeze??)

Sick tember is completed!!! 30 sketches of these three. It's been great!! I love their dynamic, and it was a nice way to celebrate the end of a campaign, exploring their dynamic over the month and having some events for them unfold for their relationship growth has been really fun. I hope to do more challenges like this in future.

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Prompt 24: Tales from the waiting room.

Prompt 25: Summer flu

Prompt 26: Flushed cheeks

Prompt 27: "This is non negotiable."

Enjoy these four posts, the last 3 posts are coming later tonight!

Working on the last pieces of Sicktember before it gets too deep into october haha.

Any questions on any of the sick tember scenarios on these guys I will happily answer.

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Gonna reblog this here for any of ya'll who maybe interested in shit outside of my blog

Patreon!

Hey guys! Don't do this often but I figure I should do this today for fun. :3

I have a patreon! Patreon

Over on my patreon you can see upcoming videos I work on for my youtube, Various animations, sketches and works in progress's. Also for all you DND fans I also have character sheets you may use in your own campaigns.

Come on by and check out my stuff! And keep up to date on content!

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Prompt 21: Anaphylactic response

Prompt 22: "You didn't use my cup did you?"

Prompt 23: Under a spell

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Prompt 20: Medicine Bribery

Ornel can be really stubborn.

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Your character has been cheated on by their SO - What would their reaction be!? (Give us all of them pls 💖)

Just gonna write this one out mostly because doing art of all of my oc's rn would be a slog. Amadi: Would not give a shit at all outwardly, inwardly would plan their death and downfall.

Weedle: He has cheated on his original wife before, if he was cheated on he would just think it's karma.

Ed: He would be completely devestated. Depressed. Traumatised. The whole works.

Dolan: He would be bitter for sure, but he would be playfully antagonistic, pretending he doesn't care when his spite prooves otherwise.

Judas: He would be mostly confused, he would blame himself a lot for the reason why. Like he wasn't good enough.

Ornel: Would give the silent treatment. For months and leave.

Svet: Would be extremely dramatic, yelling spitting fighting would most likely slap and punch them. Cry a fucking lot.

Demetrius/Percy: These two would never cheat on each other. So I won't even entertain this possiblity.

Wrathmos: Would honestly laugh.

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Heya guys in need of commission work to pay bills once more!! Come dm me for a slot or just reblog this to share it! I do require aid! So anyone kind enough to help out would be very much appreciated.

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What's the current state of all your oc's?

Hope everyone is doing alright <3

I can say I have already updated the situation of Amadi and Weedle. This post explains their situation a bit Demetrius and Percy have just been a long mission with the Velen Empire about dealing with Dryads. Currently they are resting because Demetrius allergies exploded his face during that mission he's very tired.

Judas Ornel and Tordek are just exploring their relationship after a long adventure (A DND one that ended) And taking some time off. Judas recently lost his memory due to really bad traumatic event and is slowly rebuilding his memory to be well again with Ornels help.

Wrathmos has been with his child and Vulphi. Vix learned to walk and he's glad to have seen these milestones of her life with no distractions, but yesterday he met up with Groves, his lover, just to chat to her about his feelings.

Ed is vibing as always, just casually living his life away from the drama in the woods.

Dolan is with him mostly, helping him live and now and again popping out to talk to his boyfriend Orchid.

Svet is svet, and getting annoyed with many people sulking due to his last mission being tricked by a wizard to enter a magic library for little reason.

And the others are vibing too.

Theres a lot of spesifics going on, and a lot of things that have happened, but I feel no need to get into detail here, I have a lot of oc's and explaining whats happened to ALL of them would take too long, so I recocmmend asking questions about a spesific oc if you want more details.

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Dolan... my fav of your oc's for sure. How's he doing?