#and my oc

[konohamaru-sensei]

one thing you need to know about me is that I contain multitudes

[the-huxler]

not a request, just

think

we all need a meow meow

[respawnjupiter]

╰┈➤ Saimiri and Daiyu *ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰⪼ Daiyu belongs to @zoomertheweimarwolf (꩜o꩜)

Transparent versions below the cut:

Accidentally drew them on the same layer so I couldn't get them individually on the second one

[ladyblueberrymuffin]

Commission featuring Masako, fighting an OC.

[miindli]

SIBKDVKPBDJBJVNDJB I GOT THIS AMAZING COMMISSION FROM THE AMAZING @mooreaux THANK YOU SO MUCH ❤️🧡💙

EVERYTHING about this is just *chef's kiss* the ATMOSPHERE, the HAIR, the CLOTHES just AAAAAAHH 😍😍😍😍😍

The Manerkol Brainrot™ was too strong, i just had to get another commission with him an my mc Fael 😩

They are from The Soul Stone War by the amazing @intimidatingpuffinstudios

[spidercrusadersworld]

@hellishgayliath you’re like me!

[insomniatm1023]

Some submas drawings!! +my oc in one of em (the one with the litchenburg scar lol)

[sihakadan]

I wanted to do a vintage wedding portrait. She would be the most adorable bride in the undercity.

[reenaki]

your diluc works are so beautiful and i can always tell they’re drawn with SO much love for him 😩♥️ i would love to know more about your story with him if you would like to share!

Thank you so much!!! Its always heartwarming and so honoring to know other fans like my work of him, it means more than you know T_T

I dont have any super deep story to be entirely honest, i just remember playing the game around 1.6(?), seeing him for the first time and instantly being enamored

Funnily enough i think id equate my art career as much to him as i would to hatsune miku, i.e being extremely into them gave me motivation to keep drawing, keep making more art and sharing it with other fans. So in that sense it makes me extremely happy when other fans can feel as happy as I do when i see diluc fanart, especially knowing hes a comfort character for so many others like myself.

I've lived in India my whole life, so in terms of official engagement or merch ive never been able to do anything. Im going on a trip to Japan in November, im hoping to get lots of merch of both Diluc and Hatsune Miku to finally satisfy that 12 year old inside me, ive been saving for it for the past year!

[theanoninyourinbox]

More Mommyclan Friends!!!! Mommyclan belongs to @mommyclaws

Owlglare belongs to @indigostudiosss aka @indigos-hypokits, Mugwort belongs to @moths-wc-aus aka @monochrome-sunsets, Munchy belongs to @goobiestar and Twigpaw belongs to @bee8467!

We have Flower Crown Power Hour, Besties Hugs, an attempt at flirting with the Cute Gorl, and Drac trying to help poor Twigpaw's many diseases!

[bakuliwrites]

So, I've been in the midst of planning for a longer BG3 fic featuring my Tav, Orlando (a Tiefling with a deep sea aesthetic), and her questline, were she to have one. However, my brain is in a bit of a fog right now and all I've really been able to write for it are a series of letters between her and Gortash. Also, Gortash storyline spoilers. TW: toxic relationship, slightly suggestive

For some context, I wrote up a post about them here. Otherwise, here are the final letters they sent one another before Orlando was captured by the mindflayers and tadpoled. Orlando doesn't have any idea what Gortash is up to, other than he's rising in the political sphere. She's not sure how, but she has some suspicions. Note: They write in code to one another and Gortash signs his letters as EF because Orlando knew him mostly as his surname Flymm when they were young

Orlando to Gortash:

My Cherished E,

I grow weary of you dodging my questions. You act as if you are doing me a favor by sparing me the dirty details of your work. You are not a martyr, and I am not a little girl trapped in a pond in the dank basement of a devil’s lair. I can handle whatever it is you have done. I have my own skeletons in the closet, as you well know. Over the years, you have shown me yours piece by piece, rib by rib, vertebrae by vertebrae. Can you not simply rip the wool from my eyes? I don’t care what it costs me. I suffer more in the dark. 

You speak of our future together as if it is set in stone, yet when I ask to come see you, you deny me. You push me away, E. And then draw me back in, time and again, with promises of tomorrow. You say your furtiveness is for my protection. But I think you are afraid of something. Of me, E? Of me leaving? I won’t make promises I can’t keep, but can’t you at least grant me the respect of knowledge? Can’t you tell me what “grand plan” you have that’s to guarantee our future? 

Sometimes I wonder if, perhaps, you are ashamed of us. Of where we came from, who we used to be. Would I be a detriment to your campaign? Were I to show up in the midst of your glory, would I disrupt the delicate balance you’ve built? You run from the past, as do I, but I’m tired of it. 

E, as always- as it has been since our youth and as it shall always be- my heart is yours. But if our path is to be one paved in secrecy and withholding, I will need to reevaluate where we stand with one another. It is painful for me to write this, but I have shed too many tears to remain reticent over the matter.

Yours Eternally,

OM

Gortash's Response:

My Abyssal Angel,

You wound me. If you would indulge me for a moment- imagine me, sitting at the desk in my office, bathed in fading candlelight, head hung in defeat as I pour over the letters you’ve sent me these last several months. Imagine the heavy sigh that escapes my lips as my eyes sweep over the closing of your last communication. Can you not hear the very ache of my heart when I read your cutting words? To imply that I have some ulterior motive for keeping my work from you wounds my very soul. My secrecy is your safety. My discretion, your protection.

Nothing has changed, my dearest. There is, and forever shall be, a place for you at my side. As there always has been. We are equals. My plans have always included space for you. But I “martyr” myself (as you put it) not just for you, but for my campaign. What if our letters were to be intercepted? What if our code were to be broken? What then? All would fall to ruin. I would have nothing to give you. But if you are going to be so insistent upon knowing the nitty-gritty details, then it seems I can no longer hide them from you. Come to me in Baldur’s Gate, quick as you can, and I will divulge everything. Let me prove to you that it is not shame I feel. I work only to protect you. 

But I must warn you- what you learn will irrevocably alter the nature of our relationship. If you are ready for this, then by all means, come to me. Allow me to show you the fruits of my labor. Perhaps, when you partake in their glitz and glamor, you will understand why I have done what I have. Or perhaps not. Maybe you will find an underlying bitterness to their saccharine taste. Either way, come to me. Allow me to hold you one last time as the man you’ve known since our youth, before you meet the one I have become. 

As it has been since our youth- as it shall always be- my heart is forfeit to you, O. I await your reply with bated breath. 

Yours with Fervor,

EF

Orlando's Response:

My Cherished E,

I wrote my last missive to you in a bout of sorrow and anger. I was upset. It was a hastily written, ill thought out rambling that should not have made it past the privacy of my diary.

E, what knowledge could you impart unto me that would so vastly alter my feelings for you? Even so, I will accept what you have to say. I will come to you in Baldur’s Gate, post haste. I can wait no longer. Too many years we have spent apart. It feels as if ages of the world have fallen away while we have sat idle. My heart yearns for yours. The sea bore me away from you. It is the sea that will carry me back. Share with me the strife you have faced in my absence. Share with me the secrets that weigh heaviest on your mind. I will listen with patience. 

In a tenday, wait for me upon the docks. I will appear to you there, by the light of the stars, and you can make me yours. For however long that might be. One night or forever, I don’t care. I simply cannot live this way anymore. 

Yours Eternally,

OM

Gortash’s Response:

My Abyssal Angel,

You need not apologize for voicing your concerns. In fact, I find your combativeness refreshing. A stark change from the Devil’s Dutiful Daughter act you once put on for that oaf, Raphael. You have changed, blossomed in your years since our captivity. We’ve both grown so very much.

I look forward to seeing more of that fire in you when you arrive in Baldur’s Gate. You have embers in you, O. Unleash them. Let them blaze as bright as I know they can. I can feel them straining against the confines of your lungs. Breathe your fire, my darling. Set the world alight with me.

We are not tools. We are not pawns or playthings or trinkets to display. As I said before, you will always have a place at my side, a part to play in my work. Soon you will see what part that is. And soon, you will be by my side. For good, if that is what you should want. Our union would be good not only for the two of us, but for the world.

I know you do not keep up with news in Baldur’s Gate, but I know you are aware that I have been rising in the ranks these last several years (hence the secrecy). I now have every reason to believe that I will be crowned Archduke soon enough. I should like it if you are there for my coronation. Date, to be determined. It may be a few weeks, yet. If you can stay in Baldur’s Gate that long, I can promise you a most thrilling visit.

But enough shop talk. All will be illuminated once you arrive. Hopefully, by then, I’ll be more than I am now.

With Adoration,

EF

P.S. I have come to understand that the throne in the audience chamber of Wyrm’s Rock is padded. My imagination runs rampant, my darling. Already I can feel the lick of your newfound flame on my lips…

[i-create-chaos]

So you don’t wanna eat trees? Fine. Eat a highlighter instead, it has more nutritious value.

~ thy mother/niece (what the hell is going on)

But I could use the highlighter to high light unrelated information in text books :(

Ive no children! I have a mother (@shakespeare-official-account) but that is it.

[babyeater29]

Drawing. Ocs. In. Mspaint. dnbdsjvhsuh

[heather-chandlers-weirder-cousin]

I see a blonde and I go ‘ah. You became consumed by your divine ambitions and destroyed yourself in the process, didn’t you’

[thenamedoesnotmattertome]

How do you caption your own OCs?