#fuckring

[javsarts]

I had this lying around in my IPad, so might as well share it 😂

Here’s a bunch of sketch of my Half-Drow Durge;

Balehrys Baenra’hel ;Oathbreaker Paladin (former Oath of Vengeance Paladin of Tyr)

Random Facts:

Known titles are: Oathbreaker/Chosen of Bhaal/ The Dread Knight/ Sir Daisy Dewdrop Fluffington

Has mismatched eyes; Lolth Red on left, and Elf Gold at the right.

Intelligence Stat was greatly reduced upon having a dagger shoved at the back of his head.

“Bal”in his name is often used for female drow, but since he was named by a foster parent who has limited knowledge on Drow naming customs, mistakenly made it “Bal” instead of the male prefix which is “Bel”

He’s not a multi-classed bard, he just likes his flute (it makes the voices in his head go away)

I know the game doesn’t allow you to start as an Oathbreaker, but I always HC him starting as one and always had been one during his Pre-BG3 days.

[sporesgalaxy]

alsoooo yessss YESSSSSSSS. SO MANY CHARACTERS AROUND HERE WHO WERE MADE OR RAISED TO SERVE SOMEONE. SO MANY PEOPLE WHO DONT KNOW HOW TO WANT TO BE FREE. PLEEEAAASSEEE LETS GET INTO THAT

[istjury]

ocho coroika if he was epic

[mabzerie]

[exsqueezememacaroni]

fuckn sounds

Trevor Dunn with King Buzzo, Music Hall of Williamsburg, 9/4/24

[dirtyoldmanhole]

i think one of the interesting things about drawing gilf hentai is that you're inventing so many rarely drawn scenes/conventions on the spot? technically, visually, even anatomically.

like uhh, say corrin's getting her coochie finger blasted by him in this one scene-- he's not going to be able to turn/flex his wrist as easily like so, but you can try a few different poses with her across his lap in an easier position so his wrist isn't on fire by the end

it's a very very fun puzzle lol

[fuckin-pistol-whipped]

imagine bein put on suicide watch by th mothrfuckr thats got ya closest 2 killn yaslf

[no-gods-no-masters-tshirts]

[tapintomymind]

STINKY

why would u say that to me

[goldiipond]

Your cat was giving me this look

im gonn,a cry

[ghoulspirits]

☀ Come on, love ☀

*heading out to The Castle and en route shanks a molerat with a bayonet*

*takes psycho*

(You are addicted to chems)

(Hancock liked that)

(Hancock idolises you)

And here we are 💍

He watched her, running through the gentle rays of sunlight coming to their close for the evening. Close behind and deep eyes full of wander, Hancock's memories flood back to their days as The Silver Shroud, reminded of how gracefully her and Kent got along, and too how unrelenting she was in making sure Sinjin went down and Kent was saved. He smiled, a slight heat reaching his face- the butterflies of longing were a welcome feeling now.

After clearing mutants for their friends at The Slog, he opened his heart to Emily, just enough that if she felt as strongly as he did she could let him know. He could've guessed it, by the way she always glanced back, searching with pure care and concern if ever he were not behind her. Or, the soft moments of closeness, underlaid with unmistakable desire in each of their eyes. Gentle brushes of hands. Gaze falling to eachothers' lips. Too, the way she edged closer to him anytime a drifter wanted to sweep her away in The Third Rail, a subconscious act which warmed his heart- easing his anxiety that his feelings may be unrequited. So, before heading out to The Slog, he spoke to one of their closest friends- Magnolia. The beautiful singer was forever observant, and giggled at the thought of Hancock even questioning if his feelings for Emily were mutual. She had watched them together, seen the way they looked at each other, and adored the way their personalities and stories fit together like they were tied by a red string of fate. But, she knew how fragile and intimidating matters of the heart were, especially to the Mayor, so she reassured him without giving away all the things Emily had revealed to her about how much she liked him. Magnolia simply nudged him, kindly, that he should definitely take the leap of faith, and tell her truly how deeply he felt.

So, after they opened up on their return to the garden and friends of The Slog, talks of impure thoughts and lasting glances of passion and fantasies, there it began: a freefall of feelings into something so tangible, no longer just a dream both of them held in whispers in their own minds. It was perfect. But, as time went on, he knew his feelings were, for the first time in his life, serious. Not just flirtations, something fun to pass the time- for he could see just how unconditionally Emily cared for him, how she wanted him. She made it known to him how she loved his attitude. "Help those that need helping, hurt those that need hurting" was something she stood by as strongly as he did. It was a blessing to find someone who accepted her truly, who made her feel safe, who made her laugh, and who sparked a fire in her core more so than anybody she had crossed paths with before. He loved to tease her with his flirtatious remarks, but instead of receiving a harsh dismissal from her, she would blush and meet his eyes, challenging him with her own quiet firey nature. It was when inhibitions were gone with the wind, thanks to the various substances of the Commonwealth, Emily would let slip not just how much she really adored him- but how she longed for him. Talks of his eyes, the way his shoulders fit into his red coat, wanting to see more of his beautiful skin that peaked out of his shirt. He never acted on it whilst she was intoxicated, he would never take advantage, but he did cherish her comments. Thought about them at night, as his hands wandered down upon himself. It felt so real, not just their connection, but the feelings of adoration they both held. Hancock couldn't believe his luck in finding her, and little did he know, neither could Emily. There was no ulterior motive, caps or chems or status. She saw him for him, listened intently and empathetically to all he had to say- and Hancock fell even harder. He knew he had to do something more, make her his girl.

This time, he needed no reassurance. The passion and longing within him was too strong to ignore, stoked by the glimpses she gave him of feelings so far beyond a flirtation. He wanted to wait for a perfect moment, perhaps after they got to The Castle, he thought. Maybe when they next went back to The Slog, it had become a sacred place for them after all. However, after watching her launch her bayonet into a molerat, and taking her Psycho without second thought, watching as her body lurched with cares to the wind of the thought of addiction, knowing he wanted to watch out for her but also live a romance of being addicted to eachother- he realised he was thinking too much and just wanted to act. In reality, the words almost fell out of him involuntarily.

Instinctively.

Naturally.

Like it was meant to be...

"Hey, when you've got time" He began, "there's something I need you to hear"

☀

[fagnami]

little guy(s) :3

[whothefuckisjanefonda]

'Moving on' trailer

[prof-hemp420]

Damn reporters. What part of "go away" do they not comprehend?

Glad they actually put a hand on me so I could legally sock them.

[exsqueezememacaroni]

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[f0r-evxr-haunt3d]

-happyface