#dnd oc story

[viridianfurn]

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[bloodbagcutesy2112]

D&D OC | Dassali

(Art by tsukhood on Meiker!)

(Dassali is part of a homebrew race of Shapeshifters. In this version, all Shapeshifters have grey-ish blue skin and black hair, and their blood changes hue depending on the light it's in. More about their blood, if it spills onto something, it will start to sizzle and burn into anything below it, almost like acid. If a vampire or any bloodsucking creature drank their blood, they would essentially get food poisoning. Most of them identify as whatever they're born as, (male or female) but some of them identify as they or it. This is because they usually tag along with royals. Their ability to change their appearance makes it so they can easily seduce people to get what they or their master wants. Dassali falls into this catigory, but they were born male. Despite that, Dassali has no problem being referred to as he or she. Also, when these shapeshifters are in firelight, they glow an icy blue. Two of their species traits are that bioluminescence, and nightvision.)

They're a chaotic neutral Shapeshifter cleric, and they have grey-ish blue skin, eyes of the same color, black hair that covers their torso, and they usually wear a long black gown or a black shirt, black vest, long black coat, black pants, and black boots. Looks-wise, it's hard to visually identify what gender they are. Since their face is angular and their eyebrows are rather bushy, but they also have pouty lips and thick eyelashes. Their voice is deep and velvety, and personality-wise, they can be rather teasing. But, this is only a mask. In real life, they are timid and simply want to live a life where they can be seen as someone, rather than something. They are also disgusted by being called "cute" or "precious", as it brings up memories of their being a SA victim.

[kip-and-kit-nightengale]

Claybrooke Hixon. Ranch Details

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My family, Kip,Kit and I all had a lunch the girls made. It was really good and we all complimented it pretty heavily!

"I'm impressed, ladies." My dad commented. "Wow, a nice comment?" Kip lightly joked. My dad glared a tad and my mom tsk'd at him. "Honey, you have been rather brash." "You're takin the outlaws side?!" He sighed a little. "Okay...maybe I've been a tad harsh...I apologize." Kip smiled a little "I *might* forgive ya." He teased. My dad just gently shook his head and then looked at my mom. "So...what did you girls talk about?!" Mom looked at Kip, Kit looked at me and they began giggling at my dad. He studied my mom hard before gasping. "You and your damn need for adventure, woman!" He yelled, very clearly messing around with her. She giggled and hugged my dad "Oh honey, it's nothing! You're still my tame one and only!" He shook his head and pulled her down in a seat beside him. Kip was totally lost and I were totally lost. "What need for adventure?" I asked. "Claybrooke, it seems your mother has found you a new dad in your dark horse over there!" I laughed and Kip turned a deep red, making Kit burst out laughing. "MAY I EXCUSE MYSELF FROM THE TABLE?" Kip yelled, clearly and rightfully embarrassed. That made everyone laugh more and I stood up "C'mon, outlaw! I'm sure we can find more chores!" He nodded and grabbed his hat along with a cigarette and ran outside "Let's hop to it, heifer!" I followed after, laughter still ringing as we shut the door. He leaned against the house and dramatically slid down to the ground, unlit cigarette in mouth. "You're really not used to that sort of...attention, huh?" "Not in the slightest! Your mama is a kind lady but yeesh!" "I understand and I apologize. My family shows any and all kinds of appreciation very strongly." "It's not a big deal, heifer. I'm sure it's just to mess with me." He lit his cigarette. "What chore we doin next?" "None" '...what?" "We got everything done already! Gotta say, Kip. Despite yer yellin you're a bit of a natural for hard labor and farm work!" "Well it ain't my favorite thing but I'm willin. Say, what's the plan now?" "Well...ya can finish that there cigarette and then we can head back inside! Let em know we finished and then just relax a bit. Maybe help the gals with dinner." "Sounds good to me heifer!" And that's just what we did.

"Yer done?! With all yer chores?!" Dad asked. "Sure am!" "Those normally take ya till sunrise, boy, how'd you-?!" "-Kip helped me!" My dad looked at him, mouth agape. He leaned over the table and shook Kip's hand. "You a farmer's boy?!" "No sir, just ain't a stranger to labor...." "Then son, again, why be an outlaw?!" He shrugs "Somethin about seeing yer face be put on a wanted poster makes ya feel powerful! Despite the nicknames they give ya...." "They usually give those guys glorious names!" "Yeah...usually...." "Well, boy, whats yours?!" "...Uh...coffin dodger...." He replied sheepishly. "THATS YOU?!" My mama yelled. "Yup...." "But yer so young!" He nods a bit and put his bandana over is nose. "Not with this on...." My mom nodded slowly and began to understand. "They all think I'm 40 or so." "At least yer name isn't so bad...though insulting given yer far from coffin age." My dad added. "Yeah, definitely could be worse." "Kip 'Coffin Dodger' Nightengale isn't that bad." "No, it ain't, but they don't know the 'Kip' or 'Nightengale' part." "True...." "What's yers, Kit?!" I ask. "I'm often referred to as the Black-Hearted Harlot." "Horrible but glorified." I stated. She nodded and shrugged "It's pretty great...I often hear I'm a vampire, witch, siren, demon, all the neat yet dangerous things!" She said, giggling. "What interesting lives you two live!" My mom exclaimed. The twins nodded and smiled at eachother. "Do you guys need help with anything?" I asked. "Do you and Kip mind helping clean as Kit and I start dinner?!" "Not at all!" I say and Kip nods in agreement. We all started on dinner and cleaning and now it's about to be plated, so I reckon I'd head out there!

[namarikonda]

The Drider of Araisodar 🕸️

NPC from my DnD campaign, the Dexial Degenerates.

[sorrcha]

warmup drawing i like enough to put here- a complete redesign of one of my ocs, skaldi. she's got an entirely different look and story now.. gonna play her as a resist durge in bg3 ^w^

[nerd-in-distress]

being fixated on characters from your ttrpg campaign sucks especially if the campaign ended because you wanna read and write about it and see cool art about it and constantly talk to people about it but the fandom is literally only you. and maybe just some guy you see every saturday.

[kheprriverse]

-> September 2024 Ko-fi rewards!

Was asked to draw my beloved oc, Bazel, and some silly coalecroux for a couple kofi members :D

[ghostlightart]

i just started running a digimon campaign using Animon Story (which I'm looooving) and I just had to draw my favorite little dude, Ghostmon. I want to do more of these digimon drawings as quick little 2-3 c'mishes. DMs are always open~

[luckyblackcatxiii]

I'm hoping to participate in Art Fight more this year than last year allowed me, and I added Allessandro over there...only to realize I didn't have a colored ref for him! It's been a year since I last drew him so I figured: no better time than now to give him a new fullbody pic!

Fun update: after a month spent searching for his mentor and ending up in Barovia because of it, Saverio finally 'heard' from him a couple sessions ago...only for the message to be vague, short and offer no real answers. Needless to say: Allessandro is still full of mysteries and Saverio is pretty irked at essentially being ghosted by his not-father figure.

(You can find me on AF here!)

[mercury-and-scry]

ummmmmmm girls

[dark-and-kawaii]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ Tainted Dreams ˖⟡˚౨ৎ⋆

✧₊⁺ Summary: As Zevlor sleeps, a dark shadow named Aradin creeps into his dreams, twisting his peaceful rest into a horrific nightmare. Zevlor dreams about Aradin taking away everything that he’s come to love… ♡

✧₊⁺ Pairing: Zevlor x F!Tav/Lofn

✧₊⁺ Content: Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Nightmare | Character Death | Jealous Aradin | Happy Ending | Sleep Cuddles

✧₊⁺ Notes: Another story I hope you all enjoy xoxo I’ve been wanting to write some angst involving Aradin so here it is!!! Heh heh to be honest I’m a sucker for a story involving some Aradin angst ♡

In the quiet embrace of night, Zevlor lay entwined with his beloved, Lofn, his arms holding her ever so close to him- always acting as a safe haven for her as she slept. Her body a comforting weight against his chest as he too slowly slipped into slumber. When she stirred gently against him in her sleep, her head nuzzling at his neck, his tail gently coiled around her thigh as he returned the gesture, their bodies blending as one.

As the night wore on, their bodies pressed close, their breathing synchronized in that gentle rhythm that lovers fall into with the passage of time, their hearts beat a gentle, steady rhythm of love, contentment, and peace... Until it was shattered by a shadow creeping into Zevlor's dreams, twisting his peaceful rest into a vivid nightmare. His body tensed, clutching Lofn tighter, his tail pulling up into the air, as if in warning. The darkness seeping into his dreams, like the blood of a wound left untended.

His mind's eyes filled with visions of betrayal- a group of men turning against their cherished princess, all because of her love for him, a so called foulblood, a hellspawn who was meant to rot- to die at birth for being what he was... The men who had once looked at him with respect, now looked at him with loathing... The nightmare deepened, his body trembling with each haunting image, a cold sweat breaking out over his body.

Zevlor saw the men first slay her dragons, Aetherion the first to be overwhelmed and slaughtered. His great form lying still in the dirt, his blood soaking the ground... Vyrmoth, the younger of the two tried to take flight only to be brought down and stabbed again and again, until his cries were silenced...  Then they set their sights on her... Lofn, bound by chains that kept her powers in check and helpless, her face, tear streaked and pale from the pain of her dragon's deaths- feeling everything that they had felt... 

One of the men laughed, his hand gripping her face harshly as he leaned down and spoke to her, “The lot of us could have given you the world, but you choose this abomination instead.” 

Forced to her knees, Lofn was made to suffer before Zevlor. He watched helplessly as the man pulled out his blade and slashed at her back, yet she did not cry out, she would not give them the satisfaction... Zevlor's eyes trailed down to her stomach, the faint swell of her pregnancy barely visible under her torn dress... His eyes filled with tears as he realized just what they were going to do, to the unborn children she carried... His child... Their child.

“Please don't,” Zevlor pleaded, his voice broken, “I beg of you. She is still the woman you all admir-”

A famiilar voice- a familiar smug tone cut him off, “Beggin, like the foulblood you are.” Aradin stepped forward, his hands grasping Lofn's head and forcing her to look up at him, “This foul blood has poisoned her, tainted her with his vile touch.” he looked at the men around him, “I aint going to allow it no more.”

Zevlor's brow furrowed his eyes hardening as he stared at Aradin, “You bastard! What has she ever done to you? To deserve this? She saved you! Your people!” He tried to fight the men holding him back, but failed, “I should have done you in the moment my fist connected with your jaw back in the grove…” the hatred and loathing clear in his voice.

Aradin sneered, “I shoulda done her when I had the chance, before you poisoned her.”

Lofn struggled weakly against Aradin's grasp, her voice low, “You were nothing, Aradin, nothing. Just some lowly adventure looking for his fortune.” She spit in his face, “A pathetic boy- not even worthy of calling you a man” her words dripping with venom.

“Shut it wench,” her head was yanked back, then forced forward to look Zevlor in the eye's. Aradin's blade traced a cruel path across Lofn's chest, his gaze locked with Zevlor's then the group of men circling around, “I witnessed it myself, how this devil stained your princess.” 

Lofn's eyes, brimming with pain and unshed tears, never wavered from Zevlor's face. Her sorrow was not for herself or her unborn child, but for him... Knowing the torment he was enduring- the pain he would never cease to forget... 

Zevlor whispered a plea, “Aradin, I beg you. Please. She has done nothing, take me- Like I know you've always wanted to- Rip my horns off, let my foul blood stain your boots- but please... Not her-”

Before his mind could register what was happening, Aradin's blade pierced Lofn's belly, “I should have gutted you and this tiefling back in the grove.”

A yell tore from Zevlor's throat as Aradin's blade descended upon Lofn again... She lay lifeless before him, her eyes wide and empty, her blood pooling towards him…

With a jolt, Zevlor awoke, his heart pounding like a caged bird desperate to escape. Zevlor's heart still raced as his hand came up to Lofn's cheek, her serene face turned towards his, a soft smile on her lips as she slept. He was grateful that she hadn't woken to his distress- grateful that she was still at his side and very much alive... “Thank the gods…” He gently ran his thumb across her bottom lip, his own curving up at the corner as her lips parted and she sighed softly in her sleep. He reached out, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, reassured by her peaceful breathing. Taking a deep breath, he slipped quietly from the bed, careful not to disturb her rest.

Crossing the room, he approached the crib where his newborn daughters lay nestled in soft blankets. Two small newly hatched dragons perched nearby, their eyes watching over their girls vigilantly. Zevlor smiled at the creatures, reaching out to rub one of their necks affectionately with the back of his fingers, “Quite the nightmare I had,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “But I know you'll keep them safe.”

As he gazed down at his sleeping daughters, a tender ache filled his heart. They were so small, so innocent, and the thought of Aradin lingered like a poison in the back of his mind. Zevlor shook his head, his jaw clenched tight. It would never come to pass- could never. Aradin would have to kill him first, and Lofn's dragon's, well... Zevlor knew the nightmare lied about how easily they would go down- even Lofn, no such chains could ever stop her from unleashing her wrath… Not to mention their son, now more grown than ever, had his own dragon and was quite good at wielding a sword and magic... And Lynnania, the Queen… Zevlor’s tail twitched, giving away his fear at the thought of what she would do… 

But still, Aradin's eyes always lingered on Lofn since their days at the grove... And now the piece of trash was in Thay for whatever reason... Now, with a life built on love and family, Zevlor couldn't shake the fear that his nightmare might one day creep into reality no matter how hard he tries to find it foolish…

He sighed, brushing his hands against both his daughter's tiny fists, “I won't let anything happen to you, or your brother.” He whispered, his voice a low rumble, “I promise. I'll protect you all.”

Sitting on a lush chair, Zevlor stayed at their crib for some time, watching them and their mother as they all slept, making sure that there was no shadowy figure lurking in the darkness... The tiny dragons lifting their wings in warning to any who might dare approach.

[theblaseharbinger]

Today I offer: another Blythe and bear-Halsin.

Tomorrow: who knows?

[bloodbagcutesy2112]

D&D OC Lore | Belladonna Rosalee

Belladonna Rosalee had a brother, named Marlon, and two sisters; Clementina and Anastacha. They were part of a large, powerful family. Their power came from the fact that they were allies with the king of their kingdom's family. Belladonna's conniving mother, Estrella, engaged her and her sisters to three of King Cyprus's four sons. However, she was in love with Clementina's fiancee, a Mr. Sean Cyprus. She found out he had wished he was engaged to her as well, so Belladonna and Sean ran off together. Belladonna tried her damndest to protect her lover, but he was stabbed by her brother Marlon.

This angered her so much, she killed him with her sorcery and soon after ran away, hiding away after killing her own brother. She stayed alone for a long time after that, never staying in the same place for more then a week. The longest time she ever stayed anywhere was when she stayed in a small village called Padstone for about a month. Here, she met Vincent, who she then had a quick romance with. They both went their separate ways after that, and she eventually found a magic school and decided to practice her sorcery more.

[kip-and-kit-nightengale]

Kit Nightengale, My Encounters

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I woke up early in the morning, very gently wrapped in Claybrooke's arms. The sun hadn't come up yet and he was gently snoring. I cuddled closer to his chest and smiled warmly as I felt the light vibrations resonate from his ribcage. It was the only 'rough' thing about him and I really liked that. I love how gentle he truly is. I love how gentle this morning felt. It was so nice up until the point where I realized there was a note on the nightstand. I gently untangled myself from Claybrooke's grip, successfully not waking him. I picked it up and skimmed over it rather quickly and sighed heavily. I felt equal parts scared and equal parts relieved. I'm relieved he told me and that he promised not to rob anything, truly. I knew that he wouldn't do well in captivity. He's always in need of some form of wildness and always has been. He was never truly satisfied just relaxing. But I'm terrified he'll go back on his promise. It's not like him but it's not common he messes up a heist and drag other people onto the crime as an accessory. I feel bad judging him for that but I felt as though he was a little stronger than to let himself make such a poor decision. But it's partially my fault, I know how hyperactive he is and was very busy with Claybrooke.

"Honey...?"

I looked over at a very tired and very messy Claybrooke. He had a look in his eye that made Kip's nickname all the more accurate. He looked so...helpless and sweet.

"Did I wake ya, Brooke?" "Nah, you didn't I just noticed you weren't here anymore. Whatcha doin...?" "Oh, Kip left me a note." "For what?" "He went out." "H-HE WHAT?!" I quickly hopped to him and clasped a hand over his mouth, shushing him. "He just needed to leave the ranch." "What if he robs o-or gets caught?! Or gets in a fight?! Or-" "-Claybrooke! Hush!" I stated, voice raised and firm. He looked up at me with panic and hurt. I felt bad talking to him that way. And I especially feel bad for the reason why. His fears are valid, hell I was just thinking them. But that's still my brother and I hate when people talk poorly of him. I guess the difference is i just worry...I dont believe he'd do these things.

"Kip said in the note he won't do anything, he just needed out. We can get dressed and head to town too, he won't be difficult to find." I inform. "But he snuck out! Why wouldn't he wake us to tell us?!" "Maybe cause he knew you'd react this way!" "I have every right to react this way, I barely know either of you!"

Now it was my turn to look hurt.

Claybrooke huffed at me a breath he was holding in frustration.

I just stared at him as I tried to hold in the tears that were lightly welling my eyes from he said, trying to stand tall and strong.

"Kit, I'm sorry...I didn't mean it that way...."

I just gently nodded and looked at the door. He frowned and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his face into my back, rocking us slowly. "I'm sorry, darlin that was out of line of me to say...."

I nodded again and look up at him, still trying to hold back my tears. He let out an exasperated sound as he said "Aw, oh honey! C'mere!" He hugged me even tighter and ran his hand through my hair. "I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm sorry." He gently lifted my face and wiped my tears with his thumb and I sniffed a little. "May we start this over?" "I-I'd like that...." "I just am worried for Kip and his...self control"

"I understand"

"And I also worry about my parents."

"I understand that as well...but we can go get Kip. We can keep an eye on him, he get his stimulation and we also get to have some fun."

"...Huh, yeah...."

"It'd be nice! We can go get food at an inn and maybe find other fun things to do!"

"When you say it that way it almost sounds like uh...." He awkwardly starts gigglin, I could practically hear his face heat up.

"Uh...?"

"...makes it sound like a date!"

I blushed a tad as well "W-Well, course we don't *gotta* do those things-"

"-B-But I'd love ta! Course, as long as you don't mind!"

"...I don't mind...."

"T-Then it's a date!"

"...Yeah! A date...."

He jumped up and hollered loudly before running put of the bedroom "ILL GRAB ME SA' CLEAN CLOTHES!"

[namarikonda]

🌻 Princeton (they/he), Feywild's halfling folk hero

My guesting D&D character for The Wild Beyond the Witchlight!

[eightyuh]

my DND character Mig's origin story