#barabrian

[cinlat]

Slowly building the Squad. Cormac got added as my "seasonal that I can play while the husband is busy" character. The only problem I have with his build is that the Barbarian is apparently forbidden to smile. Which is sooooo not my lovable boy. So have him looking confused instead.

References below the cut. Just because I'm so pleased with how they are turning out.

[whiskeredanomaly]

listening to electric wizard before bed i think i'll fall asleep this timr for sure yeah

[okkotsuus]

"YOU'RE AS BEAUTIFUL AS THE DAY I LOST YOU" (katsuki b.) !

features: katsuki bakugo

contents: fantasy au. angst. hurt/comfort/more hurt. mutual pining. barabrian!katsuki. fem!reader. childhood friends to lovers to strangers to lovers again. kidnapping. grief. crying. implied panic attack. major character death. no beta we die like men. 3.9k

notes: i've been yearning desperately to make bakugo say stoick's famous line from httyd2 (my second favorite movie)... if there's interest i'm considering continuing this into the canon verse with it being these two 'reincarnated'.

tagging: @saexy (for enabling and encouraging me in killing off characters) & @meristryker (for enabling me in the gc like a real one)

never in all his life did the great katsuki bakugo think that he would ever love someone enough that he could die. watching the loving smiles of his parents, the gentle caress of his father's hand to soothe his mother's unbridled anger: it made his stomach churn.

yet, at the tender age of seven, while on a trip to a nearby village to discuss the war shifting on the horizon, he finds himself absolutely smitten by their chieftain's daughter. wide e/c eyes peeking out from behind her mother's leg, hands clutching onto the hem of the long skirt.

katsuki finds himself enamoured in that instance, seeing sweet you, looking at the boy with such curious eyes. he stomps over to you: temper even fiery in his youth. his hand grabs onto yours as he hauls you out from behind the safety of your mother.

under the dim candlelight of the meeting room, flickering flames cast dancing rays across your skin. his chubby little face is scrunched into a scowl, tugging you out of the room and into the courtyard with a tenderness that betrayed his expression.

"i'm katsuki and you better not forget it!" his pitchy voice calls, still dragging you behind him. he looks over his shoulder, soft red eyes narrowed in what was an attempt to be intimidating.

but when he sees the relaxing of your eyelids, falling slightly in contentment, with a warm smile that rivals any feeling of victory: the mask of indifference slips in a blink of an eye. red dusts over the slops of his face, baby-fat painted the same carnelian as his eyes. his small hand grips tighter onto yours, as if he never would let you go.

your chubby little face stretches as your smile widens into a toothy grin, eyes crinkling at the corners. "got it, katsuki, i'm y/n!" he swears your voice is just like the lullaby his mother would hum while rocking him to sleep, bringing a rush of warmth through his chest.

that day, katsuki bakugou falls terribly in love with y/n l/n.

the two of you are deemed inseparable, hands always connecting like opposing poles of a magnet. pinkies intertwined stronger than any woven cloth. it's as pure and innocent as it can be.

if one were to see y/n, then it was irrevocably certain that katsuki was a few steps away. it sends rumors spiralling through the lands that there will be a union between the bakugo barbaricum and l/n dynasty. you're only eight when there's an attempt made for your hand.

the thought of two families as powerful as you and katsuki's joining was a fearful thing to many. it spelled doom for many weaker civilizations, those who had dug their own graves with their actions.

your family, blessed be you to have been born to loving parents in a world such as this, easily rejects the many proposals. the l/n dynasty is in a state of power where they are not forced to fend for their village: allowing you this freedom.

running through the streets of his stronghold, chasing each other for the sake of some game that was the farthest thing from either of your minds. katsuki feels whole when you are at his side. the world doesn't seem so ugly, he doesn't feel so angry, everything sings the hymns of the heavens.

he can't pull his ruby eyes off of your form by the age of fifteen. the katsuki you had known, baby-faced with a slight stutter, has began to fill out into a man. his shoulders broaden and begin to carry thick cords of muscle. the chubbiness of his cheeks begins to give rise to sharper angles. his whiny voice is pushed aside by a more gravelly tone. he shoots up like a sprout, hunching over slightly in faces that used to fit him so easily.

but he isn't the only one who is growing into his frame. your shoulders soften at the corners, collarbones visible with every slight movement. your baby fat begins to settle and collect on your hips, rounding them. those toothy grins of yours become framed by pretty lips, always looking soft as a pillow. clothes that used to drape over your like a sheet now feel tighter in certain places, stretching over curves that popped up overnight.

the two of you don't know what to do with yourselves, stolen looks when the other isn't looking. you still hook pinkies, but the touch sends flares of heat running up the back of your neck. it's like you were just meeting each other for the first time all over again.

katsuki feels like a damn sap with the way his heart thunders under his skin: threatening to burst out. he's too taken to notice the heat that was rising to your face whenever he was around, the way your hands nervously would grip onto the swaying fabric of your skirt. too blind to see that you were just as infatuated with him as he was with you.

hurried words, lingering touches, sneaking glances, the two of you had every hint of love right in front of your faces. yet, there's a hesitance that lingers in the back of young minds: afraid that falling in love would end up with no one catching them.

unsurprisingly, katsuki is the one who jumps first. it's a quiet night, the moon is high in the sky. his breath puffs out in front of him like smoke, winter beginning to show herself once more.

you looked too beautiful under the soft azure glow that the celestial sky casts upon you, he simply couldn't bear another moment without you known how much his very soul ached for you.

on the eve of his sixteenth birthday he whispers the words like a prayer, voice softened and gentle for once in his life. "y/n... you plague my every waking thought, i cannot let my heart beat any longer without it being yours."

e/c eyes widen as your head snaps to him, lips parting in shock. katsuki beats you to it, rough palms (once baby-soft) cupping your cheek with a tenderness he was unaware he possessed.

the stars illuminate the sunkissed slopes of his cheekbones, showing the fine lashes that fan out over his eyes. katsuki was ethereal, in every sense of the word, it catches your breath in a hitch. your mind stumbles through everything you could say right now, desperately trying to find the perfect response.

but when the pads of his thumbs drag over the apples of your cheeks, leaving a buzz in the wake of his touch, all rational thought leaves as you allow words to flow like a stream. "i have loved you longer than i have known you, katsuki." your voice is hushed, only filling the small space between the two of you: like a secret that only he and you would ever know.

it sends a trill up your spine when his eyes visibly soften, his face had been growing more and more sharp by the day but only when he was with you did the curve of his cheeks soften. he turns back into a boy around you, as you turn back into a girl when held so gently between his hands.

katsuki surges forwards, nose clumsily knocking against yours, teeth colliding with your own. he's inexperienced, never having kissed a girl, much less even though of kissing anyone but you. you both are a mess, giggling softly through messy pecks smearing over each other's faces. it feels like you're both those giddy kids once more, chasing the other through the cobbled streets of your village. he makes your heart sing.

it was even harder to be apart from him now, hands fully clasped together as you walk through the streets of either of your hometowns. yet, no one is surprised. neither of your parents nor his even bat an eye when you announce the courtship at a family dinner.

love is as natural as breathing for you and katsuki. inherently you have always known exactly what the other needs. he knows just how much you like the wildflowers that grow en-route between your homes. you know just how much he likes when you rise on your tiptoes and press a kiss against the corner of his lips.

it's young and dumb, a rush of big emotions and smiles that stretch your cheeks so far they ache. once you both are eighteen, katsuki turns the courtship into a betrothal. an elegant gold ring, with a garnet slotted right in the center, it sits pretty on your ring finger. his band is thicker, small e/c gemstones scattered along the surface. when in battle he loops it through a chain around his neck: pressing a kiss to the ring before charging forwards.

the world has known y/n l/n and katsuki bakugo have been in love for nearly twelve years, official for three, and betrothed for one. the bakugo barbaricum and the l/n dynasty have began making their plans to unify upon the wedding. it sparks a wave of unease in the badlands.

all it takes is an emissary sent from the dark forest for your world to crumble into shambles. a demon who seems to be the land's scourge reincarnated, hand that turn all to ash, pillages your beloved village. he comes in tow with a mimic and a fire mage. destruction rains as you are brought to the center as their singular demand is you.

your eyes lock with the demon's red eyes, a color that had made you feel so safe until now. the hair on the nape of your neck stands pin-straight as his hand extended towards you: palm up.

a flurry of emotions rush through you like a burst dam, memories of katsuki at the forefront. you want to be selfish, to damn him and his band of criminals to hell, to fight back despite the gravity of the situation. but he is bringing terror upon the people you swore to protect with your life.

so, you step forwards, soft hand sliding into his own. never had a rough palm felt like daggers against your skin, never had you so violently despised the way carmine shines in the light of blue flames.

to save your people, your family, the home you have known your entire life: you go. swept away in black mist. the last thing you see of that place is the bakugo horde rushing towards the gates, your eyes lock with katsuki's before the void claims you.

katsuki lets out a guttural scream as her charges head first into the miasma, falling onto the ground as the last wisp flows just through his fingers. his fist slams against the ground, hands gasping at the dirt you had just been on. he allows himself to cry in front of someone other than you, a wail echoing through the ruins of your village.

that day, you disappear off the face of the realm. no matter how many search parties are sent into the dark forests in the badlands, they all return empty-handed (if they return at all). katsuki keep his ring around his neck, so it beats against his bare chest with every movement: like a reminder of how it felt when his heart actually beat .

scars wind around his arms, around his biceps, over his forearms, across his shoulders. his face is hardened, permanent frown on the lips you used to kiss so tenderly. he's angrier than ever, fuse short as his attention span.

he is a shell of the man he had been, going through the motions of survival but never truly being alive.

this persists for a grueling two years. for seven-hundred and thirty days. for seventeen-thousand five-hundred twenty hours. he is separated from the only person that has ever felt like home, the woman he has loved longer than he knew how to read.

he masks it behind his ego, boisterous laugh to hide the ringing in is ears that hadn't been able to stop. he's more violent the field, less forgiving when in training with kirishima. the explosions that thunder from his palms produce a blackened smoke that lingers and settles in his lungs like a fog.

yearning hits him late at night when he lays alone in bed, a bed that you had once shared with him. silent tears pour, running down the sides of katsuki's face as he stares blankly up at the ceiling. his breath feels short as his chest heaves to get air in. the man's mind is clouded with the look on your face as those bastards took you. he can still remember every single little twitch of your expression when you finally saw him. he remembers the way your breath hitched. he remembers the tears that began to pool at the corners of your eyes.

but, most of all, he remembers not seeing you: for what feels like the first time in his life.

katsuki cannot recall when he finally fell asleep, or if he ever even truly did. his dreams are plagued with you anyways, so the line between memory and dream is thin as a tightrope.

he has a dream that he makes it in time to save you and wakes up alone. that one sticks with him for months, hanging over him like a shadow. if he was only a minute sooner, a stride faster, reacted quicker. maybe you would be in his arms right now instead of gods know where.

relief comes in a rumor that circles in a tavern that a woman with h/c hair and e/c eyes was spotted wondering through the dark forest. katsuki doesn't hesitate, he makes no effort to send out a scout party. he rides at dawn, horse hooves beating against the grass in a frenzied gallop as he makes his way into the badlands.

none of the rouges or thieves hope to stand a chance with him, the smart ones don't even try. he vanquishes the less fortunate with a single swing of his cutlass. the man doesn't stop to rest, only to water his horse and allow it to graze while he catches a brief nap.

his horse comes to a stop right outside the dark forests, whinnying in rejection to enter. katsuki doesn't blame the poor thing, this was the kind of place people went with no intention to come back from. he dismounts, not tying his horse off: it would return with a whistle.

the forest is eerie, yawning opening that is reminiscent of a gaping mouth. but he didn't fear. because at this point, he'd rather not come back if it meant he wasn't coming back with you.

footfalls crunching against leaves and sticks echo through the dim lit treeline. the canopy is so thick that it completely obscures the bright sunlight katsuki has just been under: the perfect place for criminals to hide. the trees creak and groan, as if the land itself was breathing and living.

only when he hears the snap of a twig does he stop, his head snaps around, a flash of h/c darting just out of the corner of his visions. the man's heart stops as he stumbles to pursue, not minding the whipping of low handing branches against his face. not when he could see you darting through the underbrush.

he finally sees you in the full when you run into a path dead-ended by brambles. it's really you. y/n, his y/n.

but you look over your shoulder with such a forlorn look it makes his heart ache in his chest. you don't believe that it's really him. "toga, this isn't funny, it's cruel to keep making me see him." your voice is rougher than he remembered, as if your throat had been worn. it makes his fists clench at his sides.

the mimic had been wearing his face, just to torment you?

just the thought of it sends a rage burning deep in his chest. he has no way of knowing what you have been through. katsuki couldn't protect you: like he always feared he would fail to do.

his steps toward you are hesitant, ruby red eyes softening the second he sees your face. his heart is pounding out of his ribs, it makes him wonder if you can hear it.

a rough hand reaches up to roughly tug the chain that held his engagement band around his neck, the links snapping and clattering to the ground. he doesn't even look at it. with a gentleness, he holds out the ring to you.

your eyes dart back between the metal and him, hands tentatively reaching for it. the thundering race of your heartbeat is all you can hear. your hands, once soft, now rough as his bush against his own as you roll the ring between your fingers.

katsuki's heart breaks when he feels the callouses on your fingertips. he lowers slowly to his knees in front of you, tears fighting their way to prick at the corners of his eyes. he looks up at you like you are the light in the world, a goddess before him. in a way, you are, because he had prayed to every deity to hold you again, even if it was only once more.

"you're as beautiful as the day i lost you." his words come out in a rasp. thick emotion coursing through his chest; nearly choking him.

he watched your eyes widen, tears pooling as you too crash onto the ground. your arms wrap tight around his neck, face pressed side-by-side with his own. strong arms encircle your waist in an instant, pressing you closer with an urgency.

"katsuki... oh gods, katsuki..." you don't even know what to say, just repeating his name like a desperate prayer. your cheeks are wet and your chest aches but you don't care, because he's finally here.

lips clash desperately, just as messy as the kiss the two of you first shared five years ago. it's a mess of teeth and tongue as your fingers tangle into ash-blonde hair, his hands finding the back of your head and your hip. he sucks the breath out of you, as if wanting to absorb you into his being.

and you'd let him if he asked.

carmine eyes search for e/c, his hands cupping your cheeks as he pulls back to study your face. it's like you never left. your eyes are tired, there's some grime on your cheeks, a soft scar above your eyebrow that you've had since you were thirteen.

the softest smile spreads on his face, forehead pressing against yours as his lashes flutter shut. katsuki lets out a deep sigh, one he had been holding for nearly two years now.

warmth blooms in your chest as everything finally settles back into place like puzzle pieces. your hearts beat in sync, you draw breath when he exhales, everything is right in the world once more.

but your heart skips a beat as your eyes open to see that cursed white hair with horns peeking out from below it. tomura shigaraki. a wicked smirk on his lips as he's leaned back against a tree, simply watching.

your hands grip tighter onto the back of the shawl draping over katsuki's shoulders, breathing turning shaky and ragged.

no. no. no. they couldn't take this from you. not again. not after how hard you fought to escape the league just at the fleeting chance of being able to see the man you love. this had to be some cruel joke, right? a trick of the light, maybe...

even you aren't naive enough to believe that, your eyes close as you lean against katsuki, head burying into the crook of his neck. your fiddle with his hands to slip the ring back onto it's rightful place on his third finger. a part of you had already resigned to being ripped away again.

after two years with the demon, you learned firsthand what shigaraki was capable of. and you were not going to allow katsuki to find it out as well.

your legs shook as you stood, a weak smile given at your lover's confused look. "i'll always love you, 'suki, you know that." his eyes widen as his head nods, brows furrowing.

"then let me keep you safe."

carnelian irises widen in realization as his head turns to look back, growl ripping from his chest at the sight of the scourge of the realm's protege. his hands immediately reach for the hilt of his sword, explosions popping in his palms.

but you're already beginning to approach. katsuki seizes you in one arm, hauling you away like the day you first met. he runs through the forest with you: knowing that shigaraki would not allow the both of you to leave.

he bounds over winding tree roots, holding you steady and tight against his chest. the impending sense of doom begins to crawl up the back of his neck, but he needs you to be safe.

with you in his arm, he stumbles out of the forest, shrill whistle leaving his lips as the sound of hooves grows closer. with ease he sets you up on the saddle, but he does not join. you realize immediately what is about to happen. "katsuki-"

"no. it's my turn to keep you safe, y/n. i've always loved you, and i always will. in every life i will find you, and in every life, i will protect you." his words bring tears to your eyes as you desperately stake your head, sobs bubbling past your lips.

shigaraki creeps out of the forest and he delivers a harsh smack to the horse's haunches, sending it galloping away. within a second later a hand is reaching through katsuki's chest, mocking laugh against his ear.

"how heroic. i'll make sure you die slow, barbarian."

never in all his life did the great katsuki bakugo think that he would ever love someone enough that he could die.

that was until he lay on the edge of the forest floor, lifeblood leaking from the gaping hole in the center of the chest. but he wasn't anguished: because he died for you, the only person who he would ever love.

okkotsuus 24

[keystonewarrior]

Might need me a hoodie and a new football.

TRUK United FC

I still want to know what the score was...

[gods-of-kanto]

For the three of you: do you guys have an equivalent to Dungeons and Dragons here? Y'know, the tabletop roleplaying game? If so what kind of character do you play?

Peach: It's still Dungeons and Dragons here, a lot of us are familiar with the concept actually!

Peach: Ash doesnt play- like a nerd- but when we rope him in, he tends to hinge on Barabrian type classing or a Sorcerer Barbarian if he double classes. Usually as a Hald Orc named Satoshi because he's an unimaginative dweeb.

Peach: Indigo is busy but when he can play he lynchs on a Cleric/Rouge DragonBorn. It's so fucking funny when we ruin his role playing because he's laughing to hard at something stupid we did.

Peach: The kids dont play just yet, but we've been introducing Peppy to it. She's mostly been sitting to the side at the moment but she's been voicing some of the characters!

Peach: Mom and Dad are our duo DM's. Mom hinges on the Psyche of our characters while Dad hinges on the fighting. They voice characters and are absolutely MAD that we befriended an enemy and now she follows us around like a lost puppy!

Peach: I tend to lean on a Druid/Fighter Teifling! He's the best and tries to pick pocket the rouge all the time and Indigo gets giggly whenever i fail. It's all in fun!

[dragonborndigitalart]

We have fun during our Friday Night DND Sessions

Drawing 1:

Our Patoo variant Owlin rogue Reginald signaling to the rest of the party that there are 3 goblins in the cave and the collective +0 Int of my human variant Paladin Valkyrie and sister’s half-orc Barabrian Razura clearly misreading the signal. Then our gnome bard of the group Berror staring up at our muscles. Meanwhile, the Dragonborn fighter Chaddington the 88th is the only one to piece together what Reginald actually meant.

Drawing 2:

Razura rages as three thug patrons don’t pay their tab at the bar and insult her. She cuts their arms off and makes them pay their tab before they pass out from blood loss.

Drawing 3:

NPC Collinsworth returning to the banker he serves from the tavern Razura made a mess in with blood on his shoes. We’re definitely adopting him.

Like my art? I have Ko-Fi!

[aztecbrujeria]

Working on BARABRIAN BLOOD RIOT DRABBLE and adhd brain…I should make a masterlist of artists I regularly work with for comms and share where I get the hook up…Do-Do we want this?

[fgslt]

Isekai

I hated my boring life. As a fem gay guy my existence was pathetic. My job sucked, my friends gossiped behind my back and my ex constantly cheated on me before he ended the relationship. So being a victim of hate crime was a fitting death for me, or at least I thought. I was reborn in another world, a magic world. Unfortunately I was not a strong knight or a smart wizard, I was a healer, again an NPC. But I tried to make the best out of it. The uniform however was very strange, basically healer wore a … suit and some magic jewelry for protection.

Purple was the color of the cleric so that was that. Maybe it was just the connection to my former life, that made me feel strange about he outfit, but changing clothes of the class you are born into was strictly forbidden in this world. At least one time I wanted to fit in and so I finished my studies about healing and volunteered as an adventurer to earn my living. That was when Bara came into my life.

Bara was a member of the barbarian class. Strong fighters who wheeled axes, hammers and bare fists. All male, barabrians were the strongest class in this world, but Bara wanted more, he wanted to form a party, and for some strange reason he wanted me to be a part of it. I was surprised because he was such a stud and didn’t ask for a woman. But maybe he wanted only men in his group. Bara seemed extremely strong and I was happy to agree on his conditions, because I would be pretty safe in the guidance of such a hunk. And as mentioned, in this world you aren’t allowed to change the clothes of your class and barbarians are shirtless all the time. So we started traveling. Bara was in fact extremely strong, masculine and brave, everything I was not and had always adored in men. Because Bara didn’t need any healing and I couldn’t fight, I started cooking, cleaning and caring for him and because we were poor adventurers, we slept in one tent. We developed a routine, he fought in dungeons or on battlefields while I cooked, prepared his bath and after I washed him, I gave his hard muscles a massage. It would have been like this forever, but we met Eliot. Or to be precise, Sir Eliot.

We recognized the tattoo of the royal guard right away. Bara found him in front of the dungeon, one step away from dead. He wanted me to heal him so he could ask about the dangers and benefits of this particular dungeon. Basically this dungeon was a death sentence for people. Eliot was exiled from the royal guard, stripped away his privileges and on top of that, was told to face death in this dungeon. He didn’t tell us why, but if he would make it out alive, he may live on, otherwise… well. As curious adventurous we promised him to help, also a unit with the skillset of a royal guard was a real jackpot.

So we went into the dungeon, yes all three of us. It was… intense and I felt useless all the time, but seeing Bara and Eliot fight monster after monster with brutal strength and…manliness aroused me somehow. Their strength was intense and luckily enough to beat the dungeon boss. I only had to heel some little wounds afterwards. That was when Eliot started acting weird. While I was healing him, he grabbed my ass and kissing me. I wasn’t resisting him because he was hot as hell and I was crazy for some affection, also my first affection in this world. I really enjoyed it, but Bara didn’t.

What are you doing with my healer?

Well using him as the healer whore that he is of course!

I tried to defend my self, but when I opened my mouth he slapped me in the face and gave me three fingers to suck on.

I mean that’s the only reason we keep this bitches around even though potions are much cheaper and most of the time better.

You can’t use him like this!

Why? Is he only for your service?

What? No! He is not for that kind of stuff!

Hahaha 😂 good one or - are you SERIOUS?!? Come on, don’t tell me you think he is special or some bullshit like this! Look at that slut!

I was to happy sucking his fingers and being molested by him to say something. After all, in this world I was basically untouched.

Healers can’t help but be shameless whores. All of them, male, female need to be breeded! Also, you know that regardless how many times you fuck them, they stay virgins!

I guess that was it for Bara, because suddenly I felt something big and hot at my pussy, gosh I think it is true what they say about barbarians.

Oh fuck how long I wanted to do that! Is this okay babe?

Babe? Come on Bara, call him what he is! A Slut! Right Slut? You wanna be called Slut?

Yes!

And so they not only called me slut, but fucked me like one too. Bara was pushed further and further away from the gentle guy I knew into a rough and manly alpha barbarian by Eliot. I was in heaven! And also Eliot was right, every kiss, every touch on my pussy, every dick thrusting felt like the first time for me! Again and again I felt deflowered while those alpha stallions impregnated every inch of my body. Finally, when the sunrise came, I had fulfilled my duty, and also gained my first class skill „Divine hips of the goddess“ which not only will regain full health for my allies after penetration but boost their stats by +10.

[jackfertility]

we all know about biggus dickus and his wife incontinentia, but what about his lesser known cousin longus schlongus, who fought the cockenballen frankish barabrians?

[patrocles]

hi idk if you happen to remember, but in your youngest bastards of robert fancast, do you remember from what show/movie the Olly Snow one is from? I can't remember it for the life of me and it's bugging me! Thanks for reading!

olly and owen i used the little fella from barabrians/barbaren on netflix!

[m-0-ths]

some more julians (second image is a colleb with my friendo minkiefury)

[aritel-does-dnd]

Hello :) So, weekend is over and I pretty much did nothing in terms of drawing. xD

But! I had an awesome session on Saturday with Varax. I discovered he’s quite the drinker or at least can chug down lots of beer before getting drunk. 

We discovered an abandoned tavern where they had still some beer. Party was excited to have some drinking games and it was super fun. Got also our fourth puzzle cube. 

Also I continued the rewatching marathon of the Harry Potter films. Also was really fun and I could finish them (only “ Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them “ and “ Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald “ are left).

I hope I have enough time this week to maybe finish Varax’ outlines or start with a kind-of commission for one of my friends. It’s more of a favor not really a commission since I really like his idea. He’s playing DnD aswell and asked me to draw his charakter and another PC together since they just sorted their feelings out and are now in a relationship and they are so cute together. ;3

I’ll keep you updated :)

[shmatteredheart]

"A respectable queen fights alongside her people. Not pristine and protected on a pedestal guarded by her subjects." -Cassandra

[bitterbats]

For Christmas I drew all my friends DnD characters. I did it in about a week and a half and I’m not super pleased with them all but I did my best. So here’s 2/5. Varis, Xurek & Miranda, who belong to my friend Austin! @kampaustin #dnd #dungeonsanddragons #elf #highelf #halforc #orc #cleric #mystic #wizard #barabrian #oc #friendsoc #art #digitalart #myart

[nykvist-art]

My Sea Elf Barabarian with a long ass name

[vox-fantasma]

excuse me for a moment but. the way yasha immediately jumped into water when beau jokingly said “catch me?”, no hesitation, arms out at the ready????? the way yasha tried to make everyone turn away because she didn’t want to suffer the embarrassment in case it failed, but went ahead anyway despite everyone still watching?? THE WINGS?????????

“thanks for taking me on your maiden flight” “thanks for being my first passenger”??? the way they both share that soft awkward laugh and a look of equal parts awe and shyness????

god help me im about to incinerate from excitement