#BACK IN THE CURSED TAG AGAIN

[darealsaltysam]

y'all i got into UCD. im gonna cry. i actually did it

[caramel-caracal]

Love seeing these boys in outfits like these so my hand was simply forced and I had to draw it too-

What do you think they're talking about? I haven't got the slightest clue-

In my heart of hearts I love the flat caps but keep playing myself by drawing so many weirdly shaped hats...

[lilybug-02]

Oh!... I guess this comic is PG 13 after all...

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The comic page updates will also be shorter, but more frequent. Using procreate now, so a slight style change.

[lunarharp]

revamped looong mermaid orufrey au :')

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Stop flirting and start fighting

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[tekablade-chronicles-3]

Had some ideas for an outfit based on the Seeker Archetype, and felt the Prince would be perfect for modeling it

+ some sketches from my sketchbook below cut

trying to break down the details and patterns is quite fun

[moeblob]

having a stressful time at work but i think it's very important to point out the other day i was asking a guy for help and he's like aight gotcha and then we go to this freezer room and he, from somewhere beyond a mound of boxes, just goes "you like anime right?"

sir this is the FIRST TIME we have spoken how did you clock that.

(he claims i had the vibes of someone who liked it then i was like oh like the woman in the deli wearing a jujutsu- and before i can finish the series name he says "no not her, she just liked the shirt. she's never watched anime". . . oh. i see. you have already had this debate with her then. okay.)

EDIT UPDATE:

So I got clocked AGAIN as a weeb by a coworker because I saw part of her outfit and was like "oh, Attack on Titan?" and while I then said I've never watched it she said that's fair then "do you know anything about vtubers?" and I just. Are you kidding me. I mean yeah but like. Why is your safe question with me "do you know about vtubers".

WHAT AURA DO I BRING TO A GROCERY STORE TO BE CALLED OUT LIKE THIS?

[the-way-astray]

alright cursed thought: what if the “sheen” that dragons in kotlc have on their skin isn’t a sheen at all, but a layer of mucus generated by the dragon’s skin to keep them nice and healthy, and also helps them attracts mates through a snot-spraying dancing ritual

also the mucus is sparkly. canonically. may the sparkliest snot win or something i guess

[tateringss]

this one's definitely a treat!

Bit of a late post, but this (catboy) Sergei painting is made for @curseofsergei as a Secret Strahd Halloween gift! The art exchange itself is hosted by @crowholtz 🦇

It's been fun to draw a different rendition of Sergei. I just hope I pieced together all the references coherently :)

[xavigav]

LOOK AT MY BLORBOS!

No idea when my choices sideblog will be returned to me from The Great Blog Above (staff), but I had to post this gorgeous commission of Kieran and my tch mc by @wisejazz IMMEDIATELY. there is no stopping my kieranmc brainrot.

Look at it! Look at them!! My beloveds 🥹🥹🥹💜💜💜💜

[postergadorart]

i said i love zelink

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[crouteann]

the members of the order of the forgotten flower that the party havent met!! on account of them being dead until yesterday!!! curse of strahd is a great module!!!

idk i wanted to make busts of them for everyones reference!

raphael is a druid, gav is a bard, fiya is a ranger, salt is a rogue, and barakhil is a barbarian. bottom three are the babies, top two are ~500 years old. i love my elf priests

[lunarharp]

er just silly stuff =.=... double date with easwin .

[izzyspussy]

like. angel is submissive and breedable because he's trying soooo hard to be Good but he has absolutely no fucking clue how because he never actually bothered to like. develop a personality, form opinions, build an ethical framework, etc. all he's got to go on is this or that makes him feel icky inside, which is completely inactionable, and so he just ends up being obedient and trusting that he surely deserves however the Good Pretty Human Girl Hero treats him. god's perfect conventionally handsome doormat.

spike is submissive and breedable because he's a bottom and he wants to get roughed up and held down and bossed around.

[sweetandglovelyart]

It’s a little bit late for Valentine’s Day but here’s the reveal of my cursed Kirby crack ship as promised: it’s Dyna Blade/Captain Vul and I envision their relationship dynamic as being like Donkey and Dragon’s relationship dynamic in the Shrek movies.