#Desa;

[unclassifiedher]

cont. from x @piecesofacrow

"What are you doing here, little man?" She smirked, towering over him as her arms crossed over her chest.

[jesncin]

kampung boy

[admireforever]

Sense8 “Amor Vincit Omnia”

[colonelcuckoo]

[bobomcfoe]

I never posted the first one but now that i have both of these.... I've gotta!!!

Thank you so much @littlestpersimmon for drawing my beautiful Desa and Iryna, it means so much 😢❤️ check Caleb out and support him if you're able!!

GAHHH i'm so happy :)

[bobomcfoe-art]

OCtober Day 7: Likes

Some of the people who Desa likes :) aka an excuse to draw a whole bunch of my OCs at once

From left to right, we have: Regah, Oasis, Kaien, Kippi, Desa, Iryna, Sabrel, Pyessa, Tahrent, and Dian

More about all of them under the cut !

Regah is the barkeep at the place where Desa met with clients and did some of her work in her time as The Bell. She and Regah ended up being quite good friends.

Oasis is an apothecary who Desa made friends with early in her career. She made poisons for The Bell, and Desa continued as one her regular customers even after retiring as an assassin.

Kaien works at an orange grove quite far away from Fareneth, the city where Desa lives. But she's Kippi's sister, and Desa met her while they were both visiting Kippi's family.

Kippi apprenticed as an assassin under Desa for a few years. They first met by happenstance, but despite herself, Desa found herself really liking Kippi. He's a really funny and earnest, and respects Desa a lot.

Then there's Desa, of course :)

Iryna, better known throughout her country of Eyra as Aei Deive (which would roughly translate to "holy one descended"), is revered as a god in the religion of Feirenism. Desa is a devout Feirenist, and when she gets the opportunity to do a job for Aei Deive, she accepts. As she works, she becomes very close to Iryna.

Sabrel is Aei Deive's chief advisor. She's a very logical person, and excels at her job. Desa ends up liking her a lot for her straightforwardness.

Pyessa is a school teacher, and is also Kippi and Kaien's parent. They work in a government funded school, and teach on Feirenism there. They're a strong believer in the religion.

Tahrent is Pyessa's husband, and Kippi and Kaien's father. He works as a scribe, and, like his spouse, is a Feirenist.

Dian is a member of the Holy Guard, working to protect Aei Deive. He joined the guard after Desa had become its captain, and earned her favor through his eagerness to do a good job.

THAT'S EVERYONE! I'm really glad to have been able to get so many of my OCs in here, even if I did go with a really simple style for the drawing. It makes me happy to see them all together :)

[norts-trolls]

I'm in a really fucking cool fansession atm and our space and time players are soooooo silly in doomed timelines. They are very much HomuMado coded Noel (the super cool time player) belongs to: @redromeow

[scarlettriot]

FaceTime

This might become something more later, but for now, I'll just give you guys this little morsel for consideration ♡

&& a super big thanks to @meggsngrits & @medusashima for listening to me ramble about this. I ♥︎ you guys!

♥︎ Dating Pro Hero Red Riot in secret because you work at the same agency where there are very strict rules about dating. ((Like how the co-owner of the agency isn’t supposed to be in a relationship with one of the heroes he employs…))

♥︎ It was just supposed to be a one night stand. But one night turned into multiple nights a week. Turned into drinks after work and dinner on days off.

♥︎ It's flirty looks across conference tables, gentle hands checking each other out after a fight, and sparring matches that typically end with your back pressed up against a tiled wall of a locker room shower.

♥︎ But still, none of your colleagues knew. Except Bakugou because that man figured out you two had a thing for each other before you knew yourself.

♥︎ The two of you got really good at hiding it. Of course, it helps that Kirishima is friendly with just about everyone, so no one really questions it when they catch him tossing you a couple extra smiles here and there. Or when he stops by to lean against the edge of your desk when he's got a mountain of paperwork he should be doing.

♥︎ But, today, you had patrol without him. Today you came back with cuts and bruises and a sour expression that makes his heart ache.

♥︎ He wants to hug you, hold you close, but he simply can't. Not here. So, he does the next best thing.

♥︎ "Wanna FaceTime later?"

♥︎ You don't get a call when you leave the office though. Instead, there's a knock on your door not ten minutes after you arrive home with Kirishima standing on the other side.

♥︎ "Still want FaceTime?" He asks with a sweet smile as he undies the tie around his neck, just to double-check with you. The second you nod your head, he's scooping you up and bringing you over to the sofa.

♥︎ Your pants are pulled down in the blink of an eye, and he's setting you down right on his face. His tongue quickly diving between your folds while your fingers tug on his hair.

♥︎ And he hasn't even taken his shoes off yet.

♥︎ His hands clamp down on your thighs, pulling you down making sure you’re not trying to do any of that hovering shit. He helps you grind against his tongue, and smirks when your little hand reaches back trying to find his cock.

♥︎ Gods, he loves FaceTime with you.

[ariparri]

“Go to a fun house” they said. “It’ll be fun” they said.

Desa knows for sure she isn’t taking either of these two with her ever again.

This was supposed to be done for October last year but I lost the motivation to work on it. But it’s here now! In poor quality but I think it fits for this art xD

Bully masterlist

❌ NO REPOSTING ❌

[luck-and-larceny]

Desa Nbolo has an offer you can't refuse!

You’ve a reputation as an avid collector of rare artifacts and it just so happens she trades in such artifacts. She believes the exchange of coin for such transactions to be rather crass– these are items of significant historical value, after all! Instead, buy her a drink and allow her the opportunity to see the items in your collection and she'll gladly part with a rare artifact from her own. After all, she trusts you! There is no one in the city more worthy of this opportunity than you.

Don't worry!

The artifacts she offers are certainly not fake. She hasn't made up totally bogus stories about their origins or uses! And it's not at all dangerous to take her to your place and show her how to get inside and past your security to look at your unique, one of a kind items. Why would it be?

[purpleplatinum]

And I'll tell you one thing, honey

I can take the upper hand and touch your body

[desa-art27]

With great paw-er comes great res-paw-nsibility! Here is my take on Meows Morales 🕷🐈‍⬛

Note: It's been awhile since my last post here on tumblr!! Will do my best to revive this page and make it more meaningful 🥹 Follow me on my socials for more content <33

[guys-moments]

[admireforever]

Sense8 “Amor Vincit Omnia”

[dgdraws]

I got a notification from my backup software that it's been one year since I downloaded the image that would serve as a ref for a piece of gift art I planned for a random stranger I'd been trading likes with in the bweirdoctober tag. it was a picture of Desa, beloved oc of @bobomcfoe 💞

Here's a repost of the finished piece:

That was maybe the best decision I made in all of 2023! Brookie, you've been the light of many a day this last year, a source of encouragement and inspiration and delight. Discovering our shared interests, observing and absorbing your other passions, getting to know even more awesome people through you, our friendship has really been a highlight of my year.

My life has become a bit chaotic the last month or so, and I truly believe I've been more resilient and hopeful because of the beautiful network of artists and, above all, kindhearted people that I've become a part of... and it started with you :) Thank you for being a friend. And thank you @bweirdevents for bringing us together!

Due to the aforementioned chaos, I have some irons in the fire but nothing complete yet for community week... but this felt like a great way to kick off the week for me.

Looking forward to another year of making art and joy together ❤️ (And maybe some new friends? If you're reading this, don't be shy! There's always room for more love.)

[bobomcfoe]

BONUS OC-TOBER POST!!

OCtober Day 9: Relationships

One of my favorite relationships amongst my OCs is that of Desa and her mother, Elessa, who she hasn't seen since she was four years old.

So under the cut is a passage about them from my WIP! It's very long-winded and very self indulgent, as is my nature

Also, you can check out some art I did of Desa and Elessa for OCtober last here HERE!

Thank you for joining me under the cut :)

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There was a chair in front of the mirror. It was robust; carved of stone, with none of the detail work so commonly sought after in noble houses. Its surface was cold as Desa, still naked, sat upon it. She watched herself in the mirror as she lifted the comb and began running it through her wet hair. There were few tangles to get through, as Desa made a point—as any member of the sun court would—of keeping her hair clean and neat. Regardless, she would need to make herself more presentable before going out tonight.

As she combed, she looked at herself. She watched her own face.

She did look like her mother.

It was in the set of her eyes, Desa thought, and perhaps the shape of her lips. Desa’s nose looked more like her father’s, but the overall map of her face quite resembled that of her mother. Desa had often been told, as a child, that she would grow up to look like Elessa. She had not seen it. But looking in the mirror, now, seeing herself, there was undoubtedly some resemblance. It was easier to see with Desa’s age approaching that which her mother had borne her at. Elessa had been twenty-three, then. Desa was only two years away.

There was something funny, Desa recognized, about comparing her likeness to that of her mother. It had been so long since they had seen one another. Seventeen years. Every memory she had of Elessa was hazy. Dim. All fond, certainly, but hardly clear. But her mother’s face… she knew that much well. Not by virtue of her own memory, no, but because she had so often seen that face. Long after they had parted, long after Desa had left Oskyal and her mother behind, the face had stayed with her.

It was her father's doing. Olian had never had any particular talent for paints, which were so loved in the Oskyish court, nor had he pursued the skills of carvings and sculpture, which the Eyrans praised as highly as they did. He had maintained a much humbler hobby: Olian had drawn, with simple charcoal and parchment, and his skill for it had been quite considerable.

He had always been best at drawing people. His ability to capture likenesses was impressive, and Desa had always admired the fluidity of the forms he put upon the page. He had mastered the motion and feeling of the human body in a way many artists sought their entire lives. His skill had been humble in its foundations, certainly, but—at least in Desa’s eyes—he had always been able to elevate it to something greater.

The most common subject of Olian’s art had been Elessa. He had drawn her time and time again. Though Desa could not, in honesty, picture her mother’s face, she felt she nonetheless knew every expression her mother ever wore, and knew each expression at every angle. Elessa’s personality had shone through in those drawings. And though Desa had hardly had the opportunity to know her mother, there was, regardless, a closeness between them which Desa could not describe in any reasonable way. How could she have formed such a bond merely through likenesses and drawings?

Desa missed her mother. Olian had missed her, too. He had rarely spoken of his wife, but each time he drew her, there had been a longing in his eyes like nothing he had ever otherwise shown. Desa’s father had been a largely reserved man, but… he had never done well at hiding his love. Especially not for Elessa.

As she, in her childhood, had watched her father draw, Desa had often wondered if he regretted leaving Oskyal. She’d wondered if he, sometimes, in the privacy of his own thoughts, had wished he had stayed with his wife. Those early years, when Desa was young, she knew that she, despite her love for her father, had certainly longed to be back home. They had left their country, their ways, and their family behind. How could his heart not have ached?

She knew, now, that his heart had ached. That he, too, had longed for home. But that had not been the question. She had wondered if he had regretted leaving. As she had gotten older, she had learned the answer which he had held in his heart, and she had come to share that answer.

Regret? Regret had not been a factor. Longing, love, aching… none of these had been held into consideration when Olian had left Oskyal behind. When he had left his wife behind. There had been one factor only. Loyalty. And never, never, had his loyalty been in question. Olian had known who he served, just as Desa knew now who she served.

House Lantas, and its Lady Siell, removed every other component that would be from Desa’s made-up game of regret. There could be no regret here, not when she stood before her god-touched lady. Desa could not imagine that she would ever have found such purpose had she remained in Oskyal. Her life was here. Aei Deive was here. What greater purpose was there than that? To serve her god?