#arcane dragons

[graveyard-guardian]

big scary pink

[accent is An Illusion by 9th]

[clearlyaginger]

Demisexual? No, you misheard. I said Dummysexual. I'm attracted to that moron over there. Look at them. They just tripped over nothing and set the house on fire. I'm in love.

[staff]

Tumblr Tuesday: Your Pride Art on Tumblr

Hello, Tumblr. June is here, and you're all arting hard. This Tuesday would like to cordially wish you all a very good and community-fuelled Pride month. Please enjoy this roundup of delightful fanart and OC art, celebrating the beginning of this month of more gay art than usual on tumblr dot com.

(And here are some Pride art/writing challenges running this month:  an identities-themed drawing challenge; a Baldur's Gate 3 art challenge; a pride color pallette art challenge; a fandom art challenge; and finally, some Destiel pride creative prompts)

@theartofmadeline:

@themostimportantnight:

@seagiri:

@nepeteaa:

@bontwisty:

@liberumalas:

@kaetor:

@sailorsallyart:

@grrlterrier:

@liazartz:

@rosesraeken:

@wigglebox:

@shattersaurus:

@the-phantom-peach:

@enyoalkis:

@inkwellfire:

@toadalled:

@zetrystan:

@manthemoth:

@daily-dragon-drawing:

@meriahlatyar:

@thatskindarough:

@winchester-reload:

@retrobr:

@vickychendraws:

@ufofrommarss:

@vanillacreame153:

@emwheezie:

[goldybays]

Umm ummmm arcane and wofb on your timeliness? More accurate than u might thibk..

Working with dreadnought on an arcane inspired animation so I made a few concepts of some of the gang to figure out their core character features, but in less of a joy ang style and more like arcane!

I'm super happy with whiteout since I think she came to me the fastest.. I could just. See her in my big fat head. Fathom and clearsight both had some kinda ugly sketches to start out and then for darkstalker I think he is just TOO pretty. Dread made a really great concept based on mine that feels better honestly, stay tuned for more of this project :)!

[nerd-elf]

I’m tagging all my favorites here, feel free to do the same

[secondbeatsongs]

"Enemy" with every second beat removed

[hollytree33]

Mythal walked out of the sea of the Earth’s tears

[caemidraws]

Arcane AU ...

[misswynters]

More than a Transaction

featuring. sevika x gn!reader

requested by anon

The brothel wasn’t a place for love. It was a place for survival, a stage where affection was an act and intimacy a commodity. You’d grown used to it, the numb to the fleeting touches, the hollow words whispered in your ear. Love had never been in the cards for you, and you’d long since accepted it.

That was until she walked in. The first time you saw Sevika, she stood out from the usual clientele. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a presence that turned heads and silenced conversations. Her mechanical arm gleamed under the dim lights, and her dark eyes swept the room like she was looking for something, or maybe someone.

“I need a room,” she said, her voice gravelly and low, the kind that made you pause.

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t ask questions. You’d heard whispers about her before, Silco’s right hand, a woman to be feared. Yet as she followed you upstairs, her heavy boots echoing against the floorboards, she didn’t seem dangerous. Just… tired.

In the room, she sat on the edge of the bed, her movements slow and deliberate. She looked around, her gaze lingering on the peeling wallpaper and the flickering candle on the nightstand. “You don’t look like you belong here,” she said, breaking the silence.

You crossed your arms as your looked at her. “Neither do you.”

Her lips quirked into a smirk. “Fair enough.”

At the time, you thought she was just another patron. Someone passing through, here for a night of comfort before disappearing back into the shadows of Zaun. But Sevika wasn’t like the others. The first few visits were business. Silco had sent her to gather information, and the brothel was the perfect place for secrets to spill. She came to you because you were good at what you did: disarming people with a smile, coaxing out truths without them realizing.

“What’s he like?” you asked one evening, lounging on the bed as she nursed a glass of whiskey.

“Who?” she asked.

“Silco. Your boss.” you said plainly.

Sevika leaned back, her smirk fading into something thoughtful. “He’s… complicated. But he knows what he wants, and he doesn’t stop until he gets it.”

“God, sounds exhausting,” you said with a wry smile.

She chuckled, the sound low and rough. “It is.”

You didn’t press further, and she didn’t offer more. But as the weeks passed, her visits became less about Silco and more about you.

One evening, Sevika arrived looking worse for wear. Her knuckles were split, her lip bruised, and a storm cloud seemed to hang over her head.

“What happened to you?” you asked, grabbing a damp cloth to clean her wounds.

“Work,” she muttered, wincing as you dabbed at her lip.

“You’re going to get yourself killed one of these days,” you said, your tone sharper than you intended.

She smirked despite the pain. “What, worried about me or something?”

You didn’t answer, focusing instead on her hand, where fresh blood was crusted over her skin. Her gaze lingered on you as you worked, softer than usual.

“You’re different,” she said after a long pause.

You glanced up. “Different how?”

“From the others. You don’t… fake it the same way.”

You laughed bitterly. “I fake it just like everyone else.”

She shook her head. “Not with me.” Her words hung in the air, heavy and confusing. You didn’t know how to respond, so you didn’t. The silence even though had some tension lingering was comforting.

Over time, Sevika became a fixture in your life. She brought small gifts when she visited. A book she thought you’d like, a bottle of wine she’d picked up on the way, a scarf when the weather turned cold. “You’re spoiling me,” you teased one night as you unwrapped a delicate silver bracelet she’d brought.

“Maybe I like spoiling you,” she replied, her smirk softening into something almost shy.

You’d never had someone treat you like this before. For so long, you’d told yourself you didn’t need love, that it wasn’t meant for people like you. But Sevika made you question that.

One evening, she arrived in an even darker mood than usual. Her fists were clenched, her jaw tight, and the tension radiated off her like a storm.

“Rough night?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light. She didn’t answer right away, pacing the room like a caged animal. Finally, she stopped, her eyes meeting yours.

“Why do you do this?” she asked abruptly.

“Do what?” you asked with a slight concerned look on your face.

“This,” she said, gesturing around the room. “This life. You’re better than this place.” Her words stung more than they should have. “And what should I be doing instead?” you snapped. “Changing the world? Leading a revolution?”

“You could,” she said simply.

You stared at her, caught off guard. She wasn’t mocking you as you thought a second ago, she meant it.

“Why do you care?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

She stepped closer, her rough hand brushing against yours. “Because you’re worth more than this. You just don’t see it yet.”

That night, something shifted between you. Sevika stopped pretending her visits were for Silco and started coming just for you. She stayed longer, lingering even after the candles burned low. You talked for hours, about everything and nothing.

“What do you want out of life?” she asked one night, her voice softer than usual.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I’ve never thought about it.”

“Well, think about it,” she said, leaning back against the bed with a rare, relaxed air. “You deserve more than this.”

Her words stayed with you long after she left. The brothel wasn’t a place for love, but somehow, Sevika had found you there. She wasn’t perfect, far from it. She was rough around the edges, guarded and prone to anger. But with you, she was different. Softer. And for the first time in your life, you felt truly seen.

“Stay with me,” you whispered one night as she pulled on her jacket to leave.

She paused, her hand hovering over the door handle. “I can’t promise you a happy ending,” she said, her voice heavy with regret.

“I don’t need to be happy,” you replied. “I just want you.” Sevika turned, her dark eyes searching yours. Finally, she closed the distance between you, her calloused hand cupping your cheek.

“You’ve got me,” she said softly, her lips brushing against yours. “For as long as you’ll have me.” And for the first time, the brothel didn’t feel like a place of survival. It felt like home.

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[strayconstellation]

"i need someone who can match my freak"

my freak:

[hazieash]

Ruthari first dance

[tiilore]

arcane/ tdp 6x03 redraw, tried replicating the rendering style

[theoutcastrogue]

Hey, we've seen some fantastic animated series lately. If you haven't already, run right now and check out

Arcane

Blue Eye Samurai

Scavengers Reign

Chainsaw Man

Cyberpunk: Edgerunners

Tear Along the Dotted Line

Love Death + Robots

Arcane and Blue Eye Samurai compete for the best animated series I've ever seen, of all time, and they're both ongoing. That's wild. What gorgeous animation. Scavengers Reign is a wonderful sci-fi series that's actually original, and I'm sad to say that's a rarity. It shouldn't be! I'll let you discover the rest. Just a reminder that Love Death + Robots is an anthology, and as usually this entails hits and misses. But the hits are SO good.

Other good series that are not groundbreaking or anything in terms of animation (which is generally on purpose: most of them aim to emulate a specific established style, and succeed), but they still get the job done, and are fun to watch:

Castlevania (and Castlevania: Nocturne)

Star Trek: Lower Decks

Invincible

The Legend of Vox Machina

Dragon Age: Absolution

Good stuff!

[learties]

(i sacrificed bae too, sorry)

[jibberjibbsart]

Have some more Arcane DnD au!

Part 1

[daeneryxx]

not trying to be mean or rude but i’m so fucking fed up with people using the coping mechanism argument to write the most disgusting and horrendous stories.

i’m really sorry for what y’all have been through, truly i am, but im fed up with scrolling to find a good smut to read and finding shit like “dad!malecharacter fucking you in front of his work mates and piss kink 🤪” (no lie)

what the actual fuck? why would you make my favorite character an inc€stuous r*pist?

if it helps you to write abt your trauma, fine, but you don’t have to post it. i don’t want to read that and guess what? a lot of people don’t either.

r*pe isn’t hot.

incest isn’t hot.

p€d0philia isn’t hot.

non con/dub con/somnophilia aren’t hot.

piss/shit kinks aren’t hot.

NONE OF THOSE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ROMANTICIZED OR NORMALIZED.