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Tried painting NMM axe on this old chaos warrior model
#the274fav#the274#chaos warrior#goblin green boots and glove#warhammer#NNM miniature painting#first try with shitty brush
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The Cannibal dragon headcanons ...
(art credit for middle image, ig: dracalyss)
. Cannibal is a huge dragon, the largest of all wild-dragons, but I can't see him being any larger than Vhagar- let alone Balerian the black dread. I imagine he'd be a tad bit smaller than Vhagar- just about. His build is bulky and scarred, a thick neck of scarred obsidian scales, a set of jagged jet-black spikes that run along his spine, and covered in thick taut muscle and hardened flesh. His eyes are a blazing emerald green, teeth sharp and jagged like a shark.
. I also love the idea of him having this 'grinning' look on his face, like a crocodile or the indoraptor from Jurassic world. (His personality screams indoraptor to me, just a mean guy with a nasty lil goblin grin). And with his torn jaw and exposed teeth, it makes him look even creepier and menacing. There's something way too...human about it. Expressive in both his grin and mannerisms.
He's definitely a stare-er too. Something about a monstrously big dragon being unnervingly quiet and observing is uncomfortable, which is exactly the vibes he gives off.
. I like to visualize him as a very 'wild' looking dragon, like how'd you imagine a stray feral cat. His scales are rough and weather-worn, covered in large claw-like scars from fighting and hunting other dragons throughout his life. There's also fanart of him missing a huge chunk of flesh around his jaw and mouth, baring his teeth, which I think looks really cool :) as a young dragon he probably picked off the small and easy dragons, ones that wouldn't put up much of a fight. But as he grew in age and size, he would probably grow cocky and try his luck with larger prey. Due to him being an absolute monster, I'd imagine he'd often come up on top- but not without earning a few disfiguring scars in return.
. Despite never being bonded to a rider before, nor being ridden before in his life (he'd scoff at the mere thought of some little measly human thinking that they could climb upon his back and treat him like a pony), once he bonded with you it was like an instant connection. He is still a little edgy and unpredictable, but there is one thing for certain and that is he is always as gentle as possible with you. He'll press his body into the dirt if it allows you to climb on and off safely, craning his claws and jaw for you to step upon.
. He wouldn't wear a saddle, so you'd have to learn to ride him bareback. Thankfully he has many jagged scales and spikes to cling onto, but to be on the safe side, you'd have special riding gear to wear to help cling on. Rougher gloves and boots and trousers, it certainly helps, even if it's just a little. If anything the fact you ride bareback is a testament of your bond, showing how close and in sync you both are.
. The biggest issue with him would be his... diet, and how he'd have to adapt once he begins to hang around dragonstone more often. I'd imagine he wouldn't eat much, adding to the unpredictability of him and when he would hunt, but as his rider you'd have to supply him at least livestock every week to keep him happy and saturated. Cows, horses, large livestock due to his sheer size.
. He flies quite similar to Vhagar. His form is heavy, and although strong, he is lumbering.
Although at his age now he'd be a rather ancient dragon, he wouldn't really show his age besides a few moments where he just wants to curl up in his little cave upon his ✨private island ✨ to take a nap. In his youth he was most likely a very quick dragon, like a stalking panther striking upon his food. (Being younger dragons and hatchlings). I've seen someone write about him being a silent hunter (I'll reblog and credit once I find them), but that's such a neat idea for his character! He's survived from hunting his own kind, so he's going to hunt differently. Smarter.
. His fire in the books is described as green, and that's just too cool to swap it out with normal fire. Blazing emerald flames that engulf earth and prey, unnatural and mystical. It'd be very distinctive as well, whoever finds their fields or flocks of trees burning and crackling in a blaze of green fire, they'd know that the cannibal had just been there.
. Personality wise, I feel like he'd be cruel and sadistic, but wise and grumpy. Probably cocky as well, for having survived on his for so long and through unconventional means.
He's not a hardheaded bully, he's very tactical when it comes to facing challenges, but at this point he's such a huge threat he may be blinded by his own ego and emotions. If something were to happen to his rider, he'd make sure you'd get avenged. He's ride or die, quite literally. He'll burn everything down for you, because he feels strongly for the one human he feels he can trust. His grief is not silent or tearful, it's angry.
#the cannibal dragon#the cannibal#hotd cannibal#house of the dragon cannibal#dragons#cannibal dragon#hotd x reader#house of the dragon#hotd headcanons
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Bug was sent to your door for trick or treating
For the second day in a row, a figure was standing before the old submarine-style bulkhead, and once again it announced itself with a knock, what would have been a loud, hollow clang muffled by a thick pair of dark brown gloves, resulting in a dull metallic clunk.
"Trick or treat!" a rough yet polite voice called out in an enthusiastic yet contained half-shout, as if trying to make up for the weak knock but not wanting to full-on yell.
This visitor, unlike the last person to knock on that door, was not looking around confused, nor was it unsure of how it got there. It had come to the old door willingly, its trick or treating intentional rather than being commited in some sort of hazy fugue state. Indeed, this person was much unlike the last, not only in behaviour but in appearance as well, not looking at all out of place in the dimly-lit concrete hallway clad in crumbling institutional tiles, foul green slime accumulating under leaking iron pipes that snaked up and down the walls like metal ivy.
In other words, the creature standing there looked like a freaky-ass mad scientist.
It stood with its heavy-gloved hands behind its back, legs straight and chest forward with a polite grin that would have been charming if its teeth didn't look like it routinely gargled with pesto. Its broad, stout frame was clad in some sort of boxy lab jacket which hung down to its knees, made from a thick material coloured in a dull, unpleasant off-yellow reminiscent of creamed corn or rotten old wallpaper glue. Splatters of snot green something-or-other clung to its scuffed surface, long since having dried into rubbery, crusted-on stains. The jackets black buttons were fastened up to the top, a large circular collar snugly obscuring the wearers entire neck. Its sleeves were tucked into the gloves, and baggy canvas pants of army green were tucked into a heavy pair of brown leather work boots. No skin was showing below the chin, and the thick, loose-fitting nature of the entire outfit made it hard to discern much about the body underneath, aside from it being of a short and stocky sort. Its stature communicated confidence, intelligence and poise.
The thing inhabiting the outfit, of course, was a complete fucking freak.
Olive green skin clashed against ginger hair, sitting dry and frizzy against the back of the neck in a shoulder-length side part and growing on the face in thick yet uneven patches. Acne pocked the orcish humanoid's face, red pimples clashing against the earthy green and copper. The eyes were obscured behind opaque black welding goggles that rested atop a large nose and were fastened with a grey strap. With a broad rounded jaw, short forehead and prominent canines, the being simultaneously looked like a mutant created in a lab and like he created mutants in a lab, and would have looked just as natural being the monster strapped to a metal platform as it would being the mad doctor who flipped the switch, bringing the monster to life.
This goblin-like creature, reeking of formaldehyde and burning rubber, stood patiently just outside the metal door, its eyes lighting up with excitement as the valve in the center began to turn. With a series of mechanical squeaks and the creak of metal hinges, the door slowly slid open, revealing a familiar freak with wild pink hair and skin the colour of a spent fuel pool. Fitting, since he was munching on a stick of enriched uranium like it was a cucumber, glowing crumbs of neon yellow clinging to his lips as his face lit up with the joy of seeing a friend.
"Eh, Bugbug! Happy Halloween!" the blue thing said, wiping dangerously radioactive flecks of pure cancer onto his shirt with his hands, it lifting to reveal a definitionless belly with a slight nuclear glow shining through it from the inside, murky shadows of anomalous organs briefly visible before a curtain of thick green fabric obscured it once more. "It's not often you come to my door looking for a tasty treat!" he joked with a slight chuckle, the entire inside of his mouth stained flourescent highlighter yellow. Bug was less than amused, but it held its tongue. It and he both knew that it just couldn't stay mad at the little scamp, no matter how often he broke into its lab to slurp radioactive waste from sealed nuclear barrels, chug unattended beakers of biohazardous ooze, or munch on Bug's secret stash of yellowcake briquettes. The guy had a good heart, it knew, and as often as Bug grabbed him by his shirt collar to scream obscenities in his face and threw test tubes at him, it knew he was just a silly little guy, a lovable goober particularly prone to the toxic munchies, and its furious reactions were all in good fun, a slapstick game of cat and mouse that they both enjoyed.
Or at least that's what the blue thing believed. It was possible that Bug felt different, but he wouldn't know. He'd just assumed Bug hadn't really meant any of it, and fully anticipated his little snack seshies.
Pinching its nose, Bug took a deep breath and regained its happy expression. It was trick or treating, and it was out here to have fun; no use thinking about all the locks it still had to replace. "Happy Halloween, Conky!" it said, its cheery grin truly genuine. "Ah, hold on, I've got just the thing for you!" Conky said, holding up one finger as he reached behind the door, set his fuel rod down on something, and grabbed something else, plopping it down in Bug's hand with an excited grin.
It was a single breakfast sausage, cooked but cold, with little bits of dirt stuck to it.
"Happy Halloween!" Conky said, before pulling his door shut and turning the valve from the inside, leaving Bug alone in the gloomy little concrete box that Conky called his front doorstep.
After staring at its small greasy "prize" for a few moments, Bug started back up the stairs.
#thank you!!!#omg the drawing. you really recreated the room just as I described it?? ur craaazy omg#took me forever to decide what to give you lol. almost gave you a#brain in a jar#a butternut squash#a demon core#a weird egg#in the end I decided you could do with a good ol' sausy#Bug this was awesome thank you so much genuinely#I just hope I did right by your character... pls tell me if I got anything wrong about its appearance or personality#eeeeeeee I love inbox trick or treating#happy halloween#halloween 2024#inbox trick or treating#conky lore
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SNOWMAN
Teenage! Gojo Satoru x GN reader❄️
☁️W! Fluff!!☁️
The snow crackled beneath your feet like shredded glass pieces. You walked with your fists clutching tightly onto a light basket loomed with the finest fibres- filled up with bottle caps, some carrots and a red scarf. You spotted Gojo sitting in the park that once used to be a lush green with children running around and swings occupied.
But today, it was just the two of you in the paradise-like snow covered wonderland. "Hey y/n! Got the materials for the snowman?!" He shouted out from the distance, you smiled warmly at his excitement and rushed up to him, your boots leaving footprints in the snow.
"Hehe, you look like a little teddy.." He said with a silly giggle, as took the basket from your hands and kissed the tip of your nose which had cooled up. Your scarf had been pulled up to your mouth, due to the sheer cold and your jumper's sleeves were a tad bit too big.
"You act like a himbo." You mumbled which earned you a pout from your loved, causing you to flash a grin. "It's really cold 'toru...how will we make the snowman like this-?" Gojo on the other hand wasn't too fazed by the cold weather. He was much too busy making a small mountain of snow. Impatient much.
"Hehe, that's not how you make a snowman! You gotta collect more snow-" You spoke up as you scooped up some snow with your gloved hands, and brought it up to Gojo's mountain of snow. The two of you molded the shape into a an averagely large sphere, and then Satoru brought more snow.
"Imagine the snowman could talk and move! Like olaf-" He spoke with that funny grin of his. You grinned back, a similar silly grin. With the second sphere on top of the first, you took the basket, and put the black bottle caps in place of eyes. Satoru took the tiny puny little carrot, and shoved it in the centre of the eyes in place for a nose. "Looks like a goblin.." You mumbled to yourself, shifting the carrot a further bit downward. "Better!" You smiled up at Gojo, who just squeezed the life out of you in response. He couldn't resist the cuteness!
Finally, Gojo wrapped the scarf around the snowman, and you backed up to take a good look at it. It wasn't the best snowman, but it was your snowman. Your and Satoru's little handmade snowman. He hugged you from the front, wrapping his large arms asround you waist and looking down at you lovingly.
"Happy birthday love.."
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Captioning this one: we’re so back
(I never posted my party’s new and improved looks post makeover session! Close ups under the cut)
[ID: a line up of fully colored, realistic character art of a dnd party. From left to right: Velvel (he/him) @madeoftwinklingstars (goblin carrying a large crossbody bag, wearing a big green shirt and patchwork pants, big orange earrings and with hair that is shaved on the side and braided in the back), Trene @autismgrandpa (any/all) (an aasimar styled to look like a cervine tiefling with antlers and chin length white hair, wearing a tight green shirt and wrap pants, with a bastard sword on their back), Jo (they?/any?) (a human teen with short curly hair, wearing a chainmail shirt over a sweater and long blue skirt), Evangeline @roystonvasey (she/her) (an elf with a blonde bob, wearing a teal blouse and a long purple skirt with a gold scarf wrapped around her body and a single leather glove), Winnie @cookiecrumbconundrum (she/they) (an aasimar with chin length gold and silver hair, wearing green sun glasses, a long black wool duster over a white blouse, black vest, grey slacks and cowboy boots, with a rifle slung over her shoulder), Dora (she/her) (a warforged wearing a purple headscarf and face veil, a long green blouse with a long purple vest belted over it, flowy orange pants and white gloves, carrying a spell book in one hand), and Mars @staggeringsmite (they/them) (a warforged in a long lavender dress over a white turtleneck and a large black cloak, holding an oblong lyre and carrying a gold and teal fairy dragon, Crescendo on their shoulder).]
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Gifting The Line gift for the terrific Tilly (aka @koscheyyy) :-) Thanks so much for organizing this and have a wonderful last few days of 2022!!!
[id: A digital drawing of Azu, Celiquillithon Sidebottom, Grizzop drik acht Amsterdam, Hamid Saleh Haroun Al-Tahan, Sasha Rackett and Zolf Smith from the Rusty Quill Gaming podcast having a snowball fight. The character closest to the viewer at the bottom right corner is Zolf Smith. The only thing visible is the left half of his face , from the eyes upwards. Zolf is a white dwarf with white hair and an indigo winter cap, lined with fur and with a white tassel. He is scowling at the viewer. Behind Zolf and to his left is Azu. Azu is a black half-orc with deep brown skin. She is wearing dark pink fur-lined boots, gloves, light pink trousers, a striped pink scarf, a pink fur-lined jacket and a pink trapper hat with a tassel. She is grinning while running into the direction of the viewer and throwing a snowball. To Azu’s right is Celiquillithon Sidebottom, a smiling white half-elf with a blond mohawk, sideburns and slight stubble. They are shown in profile, facing to the left while getting hit by a snowball. Cel is wearing goggles, ear warmers resembling Santa hats and a long orange and brown coat fastened by a belt. Between Azu and Cel, Hamid Saleh Haroun Al-Tahan is facing away from the viewer. Hamid is an Egyptian halfling with light brown skin and dark brown hair. He is wearing a wine red tailcoat fastened with a belt, a green scarf, purple trousers and green shoes. Hamid is running, throwing a snowball with his left hand while casting magic missile with three snowballs with his right hand. In the center of the background, Grizzop drik acht Amsterdam is lying in the snow and making a snow angel. Grizzop is a grey-skinned goblin with red eyes. He is wearing a reindeer-themed winter cap, a blue scarf, a green tunic, a metal breastplate, gloves, leather vambraces, brown trousers and boots. Sneaking up behind Grizzop, carrying a giant snowball in both hands, is Sasha Rackett. Sasha is a white human with brown hair. She is wearing a black studded leather jacket, black gloves and dark grey boots. To Sasha’s and Grizzop’s right there is a snowman resembling Bertrand MacGuffingham, with a golden falcon breastplate, a falcon-shaped pompadour, a moustache, goatee and a sword. end id.]
#rqg#skribbles#gifting the line#rqg azu#celiquillithon sidebottom#grizzop drik acht amsterdam#hamid saleh haroun al-tahan#sasha racket#zolf smith#azubuike#azu rqg#sasha rackett#i would tag bertie but there's only bertie the snowman statue here
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Attack on Titan Characters’ Halloween Costumes (Headcannons)
What I think each of the Attack on Titan characters would dress up as for Halloween.
(Yes I know it’s June but I just had to get this out of my system)
Cws: modern au, college au, Halloween, I don't know what to put here really
Includes: Eren Jeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Jean Kirschtein, Sasha Braus, Niccolo, Connie Springer, Historia Reiss, Ymir, Marco Bott
Summary: What would some of the Attack on Titan characters wear if they all attended a Halloween party together in a modern au?
Eren- Solider
I’m seeing camouflage pants, a black compression shirt, combat boots, and maybe even those metal tags that soldiers wear around their neck. Mikasa is absolutely in love with the look, and jots it down in hopes of accidentally matching with him next year. Eren idolized the whole solider thing as a kid.
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Armin- Milo Thatch from the animated Atlantis movie
If you don’t know who he is, Milo Thatch is a young explorer on a team that discovers The Lost City of Atlantis. He wears a long muted green trench coat, baggy army-colored explorer pants, a beige sweater, round glasses, white knee breeches, low-heeled dress shoes, and he carries around a brown cross body satchel with an old book. I feel like impersonating Milo would be so in-character for Armin, he could pull it off well. And he would look adorable.
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Mikasa- This is partially influenced by Isayama’s modern au, but I’m just seeing her completely decked out in goth attire.
She would wear rose-patterned lace black leggings and matching gloves, high black boots, a black leather skirt and sleeveless top set, V neck with an abundance of chokers. Rings, probably. We all know her makeup game would be absolutely bomb (and perfect for the dim lighting of the party). If anything, her outfit is comparable to a Misa Amane (from Death Note) cosplay.
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Jean- A Prince
He wants to have people falling over him so bad, and what better way than to show up as a literal prince for the Halloween party? Goes all out with a navy suit and gold buttons, matching pants, sleek dress shoes, does his hair nice, even carries a pocket watch on a gold chain tucked into his pocket. His mom probably helped him with the outfit. Eren absolutely dies when Jean tries to hit on a girl dressed as a princess at the party and she asks if he’s dressed up as George Washington (the first U.S. President).
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Sasha/Niccolo- they go for a Ratatouille Remi and Linguini couple costume (Sasha wanted to and Niccolo loved her too much to say no).
You'd think that Niccolo, the actual cook, would the the chef, but no. Sasha wanted to be the chef because then she’d “get to taste test all the food.” Sasha goes out and buys Niccolo a fake rat nose and ears. He wears white loafers, grey sweatpants, a grey long-sleeved shirt, and Sasha paints three little black whiskers on each cheek. Niccolo lets Sasha borrow a chef’s uniform and hat from his restaurant and has to take a few deep breaths because the uniform matches the one he wears while he works and he loves that. Lots of selfies.
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Connie- Wearing a goblin mask of some sort
This man has two primary goals on Halloween. One: to consume as much candy as humanly possible. Two: to scare the absolute living crap out of as many people as possible. Connie grew up with a few siblings, so his parents probably couldn’t spend a lot of money on each of their Halloween costumes growing up. They were probably given twenty bucks, take to spirit Halloween, and told to have at it. He’s also a relatively simple, straightforward person in general, so I feel like he drops by the convenience store like the day before Halloween and picks out the best goblin mask he can find. Wears dark jeans and a black hoodie so he can wait in the bushes outside the party to catch people by surprise. Armin’s soul almost leaves his body when he falls victim to one of Connie's jump scares.
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Historia- An angel
I know this isn’t the most creative costume for her, but there was really no other option. Plus Ymir insisted and takes a million pictures once Historia is all done getting ready. She wears fluffy Angel wings, a well-crafted gold headpiece from Etsy to be the halo, and a sleeveless, pure white, almost floor-length dress with gold rings on the shoulders. Her makeup is soft and she seems to glow, even in the darkened lighting. She looks like she was sent from heaven. (Reiner stares so hard and Ymir keeps shoving him away).
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Ymir- A basketball uniform
Now keep in mind, Ymir doesn’t actually play basketball (although I do feel like she’d be involved in a sports team of some kind). Her top is sleeveless and has a big 00 on the front and back. Ymir probably got it at the Walmart or some convenience store like Connie. Not the type to put too much effort into a Halloween costume unless she gets to do really gory makeup and scare people (which Historia does not allow her to).
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Marco- A Hogwarts student
He and Armin are such nerds I love it. It’s probably a Hufflepuff robe, he wears the tie and everything. He carries around a wand he got off of some authentic seller. It’s real wood, he and Armin fanboy at the attention to detail since both of them have read the books.
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The professors aren’t supposed to attend student-organized parties or gatherings, but everyone is fairly certain they saw a displeased-looking Levi chasing Hange wearing an inflatable dinosaur costume in the distance.
Thank you for reading!
#attack on titan#aot#armin aot#armin arlert#eren jeager#headcanon#eren jaeger#eren yeager#jean kirschtein#jean aot#mikasa aot#mikasa ackerman#commander hange#hange zoe#hanji zoe#shingeki no kyojin#snk#levi aot#levi ackerman#connie springer#sasha braus#marco bott#headcannons#modern au#college#college au#aot funny#halloween headcannons#spooky season#shingeki no kyokin
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windpower doodle page thinggyyyy cw: Pixal no clothes D: (no genitalia or even boob (yikes) tho i just... wanted to doodle silly robot markings alr leave me be) Thats the only reason you have to click to see lol (and minor crystalized spoilers ig? if you're even worried ab that surely everyone's seen it by now, right???)
also ft Crystalized WP au morro <3 i'll probably make separate posts for wp au lore sooo im not gonna go into detail ab his design other than whats noted on the page already. 1. White streak - turning back human after being the wind has its quirks (Nya has a matching one) 2. Sharper Teeth - same as above 3. glowy eye whites + purple freckles in their green eyes - see 1. 4. Purple glowy markings ONLY when trying to/using his element - just.. assume all of these were wind related before this alr. 5. Studded gloves, "for murder" - usually relied on his element or fists to fight, so hes not... rlly useful against the crystal army lol. 6. Long hair "must b tied up" - is what it says on the tin. 7. Combat boots - ... they're cool alr. no more crystalized Morro, the only other thing i think on this page that i kinda have to.. explain? is the rat. Goblin. She is, in the wp au lore (got that au needs a name HELP), Morro's pet rat, gotten a little after season 9, and kept until a little after crystalized (rats do NOT live long). She is "morro's favourite princess", due to her stupid evil spoiled nature. But she's hella sweet when it comes to Morro and eventually Pix so shruuuggg. Pixal takes care of her during the year that Morros the wind :( other than that, little notes of my hc prns for Morro and Pixal, bc I'm gonna start putting these at the end of every WP related post. Pixal - He/She/It + rarely They/Them (Prefers more masc related words) Morro - They/He + doesn't rlly care that much otherwise, use what you want. (Genuinely doesn't care what kind of terms/words you use for them, but DEFINITELY is a loser for when someone uses fem compliments/terms/words.) thats all ive rambled enough HFDJHFSF
#windpowershipping#ninjago windpower#morro x pixal#pixal x morro#pixal borg#Morrian Storm#ninjago#morro ninjago#pixal ninjago#ninjago pixal#Tag my art with Morro Wu and you will end up with wet socks.#ps: morro in skirts. thats it thats... thats all.#pixiebunnz art
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Trash Splat (OC)
Title: Incarnation of Filth
Real Name: Mindy Moonlight
Nickname/alias: Trash Splat
Gender: female
Pronouns: she/her
Age: over 100
Species/race: demon, vampire, goblin.
Personality: Evil, Sadistic, Arrogant, violent, unkind, uncaring.
Birthday: October 31st.
Zodiac sign: Scorpio
Hometown: Ratburg, Fish Land.
Family: Queen Raverna Reynolds and King Brian Babu.
Appearance: Trash Splat has long green hair with green cat-like eyes. She also has a pair of half-demon, half-fallen Angel wings and adorns a black crown with red diamonds on the sides and top, along with in the middle. Trash Splat also wears a long, Maroon coloured jacket that flows in the wind with a pair of black, fingerless gloves and black high heeled boots. She also has long, claw-like fingernails on each finger.
Aesthetic: Trashcore, Chaoscore and grunge.
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I drew my cousin’s DND characters, yes those are the names they chose.
Oh yeah, this is my first time writing photo IDs, let me know on anything i can improve upon!
[Image ID: 5 photos showing Dungeon and Chracters drawn digitally in a cartoonish style. There are differently sized, dark red words and text surrounding the characters, as well as a yellow paper texture background.
The first character is named Dammong, he is a centaur bloodhunter. The text around him states that he is 5 foot 11, 24 years old, and weighs 277 pounds. His background is as an athlete, his allignment is chaotic good, and his goal is to fight for riches and achievements. His skin is pale, and he has a long brown beard with slicked back hair. His eyes are a dark blue. Demmong is flexing is arms and wearing a beaming grin, his frontal right horse leg is slightly raised. Demmong is wearing a fancy, light blue coat and light brown gloves with silver amor covering his shoulders and elbows. His horse half is white with black hooves and a long brown tail.
The second character is named Ruby Dooby, she is a cleric kistune. The text around her states that she is 5 foot 6, 120 years old, and weighs 110 pounds. Her background is as a criminal, her allignment is neutral evil, and her goal is to love life and play tricks. Ruby’s main fur color is reddish brown, but a light tan color lines her neck, stomach, the interior of her ears, and the fur on the tip of her tail. Her pose looks as if she is falling gracefully back, while holding a gleaming gold coin between her left index and thumb. Her green and pink eyes combined with her toothy grin make her look especially devilish. Ruby’s red hair is short and slicked back. Small blue and silver eyeglasses sit atop her nose. Ruby wears a dark brown trenchcoat paired with fingerless floves of the same color. She wears a brown skirt with light brown leather pants, as well as a short top. Her tail is bigger than her body, it wraps around her and bears a large sun pattern.
The third character is named Fredrick the 48th, he is a goblin ranger. The text around him states that he is 4 foot 0, 24 years old, and weighs 60 pounds. His backround is as a smuggler, his allignment is lawful evil, and his goal is to eat everything. Fredricks skin color is light purple with pink blemishes on the tip of his feline-like tail and face. His hair is dandelion yellow. His eyes are dark blue. He wears a smug expression with a large-toothed and open-mouthed smile. There is a bit of green snot driping from his nostril. He is balancing on one foot with his arms crooked downwards. Fredrick wears a tattered, brown jacket with an even more tattered red shirt underneath. He also dons a dirty golden crown with several small rubies encrusted within it. Fredrick is wearing thigh-length, brown pants, as well as large dark brown gloves and shoes. Fredrick’s shoes are broken, exposing his two enlarged toes on either foot.
The fourth character is named Poot Lavato, she is a halfling druid. The text around her states that she is 2 foot 3, 74 years old, and weighs 280 pounds. Her background is as a smuggler, her allignment is true neutral, and her goal is to have the most money. Poot Lavato’s skin is bright pink, and her hair is short and dark magenta. Her expression is very confident, and she is smiling with small sharp teeth and blue eyes. She is flexing with her hands turned inward and squatting in a fighting stance. She wears a pointed silver crown. Poot Lavato wears a one-piece tunic with pieces of different green fabrics. Over her right shoulder is a silver armor plate and a brown sachel. She wears a leather skirt made out of different rectangle strips of leather. She wears thigh-high, brown leather boots.
The last character is named Sussy Baka, she is a gnome fighter. The text around her states that she is 3 foot 0, 300 years old, and weighs 40 pounds. Her background is as a criminal, her allignment is chaotic evil, and her goal is to kill people and steal. Sussy Baka’s skin is seafoam green, her hair is short and golden blonde. She is wearing copper goggles with green glass, a copper nose ring protrudes from her nostrils. She is walking forward while holding a giant copper and wooden axe slung over her shoulder. She wears bandaged gauntlets, her left hand is positioned behind her back while her right hand is holding her axe. She wears a large yellowish-grey scarf as well as a stained, white lab coat. She long brown pants with calf-length, copper, armored boots. /End ID]
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Do you dream of being a superhero or villain from your favorite comic book, movie, or TV show? Then you’ve come to the right place! Cosplay is a great way to express yourself and bring your favorite characters to life. Whether you’re a beginner or an experienced cosplayer, these ideas will help you transform yourself into a superhero or villain. If you’re new to cosplay, start off with a simple costume. For superheroes, look for an iconic outfit like Superman’s blue and red suit, Batman’s black and gray suit, or Wonder Woman’s red and gold armor. You can buy these costumes online or make them yourself with the help of a few tutorials. For villains, try a classic look like the Joker’s purple suit or the Green Goblin’s green and purple costume. Once you have your basic costume, you can start accessorizing. For superheroes, add a cape, a belt, and a pair of boots. For villains, try a mask, gloves, and a weapon. You can also add props like a shield, a sword, or a ray gun. You can also customize your costume to make it unique. For superheroes, try adding a symbol or logo to the chest or back of your suit. For villains, you can add spikes, studs, or chains to the costume. You can also add a wig or colored contacts to complete the look. Finally, don’t forget to practice your poses and expressions to really bring your character to life. For superheroes, practice powerful poses and a confident expression. For villains, practice menacing poses and a sinister expression. Whether you’re a beginner or an experienced cosplayer, these ideas will help you transform yourself into a superhero or villain. With the right costume, accessories, and poses, you’ll be ready to take on the world!
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hey! welcome to our evil blog!
dailyevilx -> evilxdoodles
we are mod quill (he/she) and mod cover (they/any)!, and here we will be posting evil x doodles! mod novel is a former mod, but all of his artworks will still be here :3
and here's our evil x's! they are nicknamed evil poem (left) and evil ink (right) respectively
please feel free to send any asks (we will need the ideas /j)
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no nsfw or violence please! (cartoon violence is fine)
please do not send ship asks!
keep in mind that both of our evil x's are teens so… yeah good info to know
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[Image 1 ID: the reference sheet for Poem and Ink, the blog’s evil xisumas. They’re both pale teens with white hair, red scleras, yellow eyes and red ram horns wearing red goggles on their heads. Poem is taller, has short hair and an x shaped scar across his face. He’s wearing a black and red turtleneck, red jacket with black shoulderpads and grey spikes, long black fingerless gloves, grey armguards and legguards, black loose pants with red patches, a chain hanging from a red belt, red kneeguards and tall dark red sneakers. Ink is much shorter, has very long hair and a devil tail. He’s wearing a gas mask, a red shirt, a gray chestplate, orange spiky shoulderpads, beige armor around his waist, grey fingerless gloves, red pants, tall heeled beige boots, and orange knee and armguards. They’re glaring at each other. End ID] [Image 2 ID: a drawing of Poem and Ink in comfy clothes watching a movie together. Poem is wrapped in a blanket labeled “EVIL heated blanket” and has pink boxers with skulls on them. There’s text above them saying “literally a day later: watching horror movies on Xisuma’s laptop”. The laptop screen shows an image of an ugly green goblin creature with bad cgi glowing eyes. End ID]
#hermitcraft#evil xisuma#mod novel#mod quill#mod cover#evil collabs#if any of you guys know our mains no you dont /j#evilxdoodles
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Massage
Getting home after a long, hard day fighting crime, you just want to lay back and unwind. Of course, some asshole in a trench coat has to unravel your best laid plans.
Doctor Otto Octavious x Gn!Reader
Word Count: 3021
Warnings: Smut ahead, pinned by metal tentacles, uncontrolled display of emotions, other things I’m too tired to think of at the moment but will add if anyone needs me to.
Your door slams as you slump back against it. "Fuck," you groan, nearly sliding down. It had been one hell of a day; it seemed like everyone and their dog knew Spiderman was out of town and decided to play. Between Green Goblin in the morning, a lunch date with Rhino, and an evening with Morbius, you are completely and totally exhausted.
Now, all you want to do is reheat some pizza, shower, and go to bed.
Your brain is so fuzzy, so out of focus, you realize you're not alone, a split second too late. Before you can move, each of your limbs is pinned to the door. Your eyes twitch in frustration. Honestly, at this point, you don't have the energy to care that the bastard holding you is seeing you without your mask, or that he apparently knows where you live.
"What's going on, Doc?" you ask conversationally, as if you aren't being held up by one of New York's most infamous.
"Well, darling," he responds, stepping closer, leaving only a couple of inches between you. "I heard you had quite the day, and I just wanted to check up on you."
Looking up at him, you’re once again struck with just how attractive this asshole is, and if your inappropriate crush on him is bad enough as is, he’s not wearing a shirt, again.
Even with his sardonic smirk, you hear the sincerity in his voice, and it makes your chin tremble. If you had to be tracked down by anyone, you were glad it was him. Fighting with him always felt more like a dance, the banter you shared being far more flirty than adversarial.
Tone dropping, you start teasing, "Oh Doc, are you worried about little ol’ me?"
A serious expression overtakes his face as he takes a step forward, slowly peeling off his leather gloves. You try to pull away as he reaches for your face, not afraid of him hurting you, but terrified of how you'll react to the soft touch.
His fingertips ghost over your cheeks before his palm came to rest there. He pulls off his sunglasses, eyes drilling into yours. It hits you that this is the first time you've seen his eyes. They're beautiful, you think to yourself, before they blur out of sight.
Your name, your real name is a whisper on his lips. “Are you okay?”
A moment of panic overtakes you, but as freaked out as you should be, the primary emotion hitting you is relief. There is no need for you to hide from this man, he’s seen you, hell, he’s fought you, at your worst, and yet here he is. Comforting you, in a way no one else has any chance of doing. Hating yourself, but unable to stop, sobs rip from your chest. You almost wish he was attacking you, you would be able to fight back, but against his tenderness, you were defenseless.
The appendages trapping you let go. Suddenly, very warm, very human arms take their place. Without thought, you slip your hands under his coat, arms wrapping around him. Your fingers graze the metal on his back briefly before you move them away.
It’s only when you have time to think about it later that you realize how vulnerable he was making himself for you. You can’t help but think about how easy it would have been to completely inconpacitate him. At that time, he was answering your emotional vulnerability with his very body, and looking back on that moment, you can only shake your head at how oblivious you were to not only your feelings, but his as well.
Holding you tight, he carries you to your bed. You feel him pause to kick off his boots before shrugging out of his coat. Sitting with some help, he cradles you; one hand keeping your head pressed against his neck, several others rubbing your back, arms, and legs. You wrap yourself around him, soaking up all the affection you can.
His soft voice catches your attention and helps you calm. "There were bells, on the hills, but I never heard them ringing. No I never heard them at all, till there was you."
Pulling back, you give him an incredulous look. "Is that... Is that from the Music Man?"
Instead of answering, he gives you his signature smirk. "Welcome back, love."
Sudden realization hits, and for the first time that evening, you register the fact that you are sitting in Doctor Otto Octavius' lap. Your body stiffens, shock freezing you in place.
He feels this, of course, and you know he must feel you start to tremble when he draws you closer. How fucking miserable is your life if the first person you’ve ever let see you cry is the same guy you brawl with on a biweekly basis? That while you never let any of the truly decent people you’ve dated in the past see your real emotions, this man broke in and demanded them. To top it all off, he sang a goddamn Broadway show tune to help you calm down, a love ballad at that.
"Why so tense?" he whispers against your ear. "Are you feeling sore? Do you need a full body massage?"
A less than dignified squeak escapes you before you can stop it. Wicked amusement burns in his, admittedly lovely, brown eyes, and you feel a visceral need to beat him at his own game.
Raising your arms, you lean back, as much as the position will allow, stretching your back. You watch his gaze track your movement.
"You know, Doc," you groan in your most sultry tone. "Some of my muscles are feeling incredibly tight, maybe I could use a deep tissue massage. I need someone to get really deep in there, do you think you could handle it?"
Knowing how your teasing games always pan out, you're sure he's about to roll you off him and bolt. His poker face is impressive, but as you watch, a flush creeps up his neck, so you know you're about to win.
The one thing you don't take into account, however, is that your flirtatious dance has been spinning on for weeks now, and even the seemingly unflappable Otto Octavia has his limits.
One second you're biting your lip on a little smirk, the next your face is smashed into your pillow, once again pinned spread eagle, a sturdy weight settled on your ass.
"What the fuck?!" you try to scream, completely caught off guard. His body drapes over yours, hands gliding up your back and down your arms. When he reaches your hands, the claws holding them retract, leaving you pinned by just the man himself, and yeah, you’re strong enough to throw him off, but he’s really taken you off your game.
"You said you wanted a massage," he whispers, breath caressing your ear. "All you have to do is say yes. Tell me you want me to touch you, tell me you want this too." Damn him. It would be so much easier if he asked you to say no, then you'd just have to keep quiet, consent implied. No, he wants the words, so he knows this is what you really want, so you can't deny it later. You know there will be no going back. The internal argument stretches out, until his sad sigh catches your attention.
Before he can pull away you say, "Please." Turning your head as much as you can, you look him in the eye. "I want this. I want you."
Soft lips touch the back of your neck. "Tell me what you want, exactly, no hiding behind vagueness."
You groan into a pillow, preparing yourself for what is coming. He’s really not leaving you any kind of safety blanket. There will be no lying to yourself if you regret this in the morning, which, yeah, is healthier, but it sure as hell isn’t easier.
Taking a deep breath, you say, "I want to feel your hands, all of them, all over my body. I want your body on mine, and I want to do the same to you. Then when we're ready, I want you inside me."
His breath fans against your ear and he purrs," As you wish, love."
Between the two of you, you were naked in a matter of seconds, and your clothes were still intact. You tell him where you had some lotion, and while he gets comfortable, straddling your hips, one of his extra arms grabs the cream.
The whole situation is so crazy that you don’t even fully comprehend the fact that you’re laying naked in a bed with a man who’s never seen your face before today. While it’s absurd enough in concept, what shocks you even more is that none of your usual self consciousness is making an appearance. A vague voice in the back of your mind wonders if this is all a hallucination brought on by exhaustion, but even if it is, you’re not going to do anything that might make it disappear. No, this is one dream you won’t let go.
Arms hugging your pillow, you surrender to his touch. He starts by warming the lotion in his palms before spreading it all over your back and shoulders. You assume he's going to start digging in, but he surprises you when he drags his hands over your ass and down your legs. You glance back at him and find his face to be a mask of concentration. Biting your lip on a smile, you bury your face in the pillow and let the feel of his hands become the center of your world.
He starts at your feet, his fingers dig and rub, clawed arms gently caressing your upper thighs. The differences in the textures of his hands is sensational and it forces your mind to stay focused on the reality of the situation, after all, there’s no one else on Earth who has hands like these.
As he moves up to your calves, his metalic claws start massaging the crease where your thighs meet your ass, and a little higher. Wanting him to know just how good he is, you don't even try to hide your moans and gasps.
Your mind wanders as he continues his deliberate climb up your body. Though you're brought right back when he's human hands reach your upper thighs. The tips of fingers tease your inner thighs, making you wish you could spread them. You try to twist your hips, trying to get some friction to your pelvis, but his weight won’t allow it.
He lets out an appreciative growl as he squeezes the globes of your ass. Before digging in, he gave each cheek a not so gentle smack. The heat of the spanks sinking deep, making you all the more sensitive. It amazes you just how great his fingers feel.
All too soon, he moves off your ass, slowly making his way up your back. Several times, he manages to pop a couple vertebrae, eliciting damn near pornographic moans and groans and squeals. The further up he gets, the better you can feel his member.
You try to sneak one hand to your pelvis, hoping to relieve some tension, but he catches you and traps your hand by your head.
"Uh-uh," he teases. "You're on my time now, love. We’re going at my pace."
While your back unwinds, knots loosening, muscles in your pelvis tighten. It's a strange dichotomy that has your head spinning, half of you peaceful and languid from his ministrations, the other screaming for more.
Metal tendrils glide from your neck up to your fingertips. Warm lips brush the back of your neck. He works his way over to your ear, planting kisses along the way.
“Are you ready?" he purrs.
A quick nod and a squeaky "Yes," are your response.
With a growl, he bites down on the side of your neck, the sudden ferocity catching you off guard, and making you wonder just how much he's been holding himself back. He soothes his mark with caresses of lips and tongue, before pulling himself away.
He spreads your knees apart before settling between them. A cool liquid dribbles between your cheeks. Moans and whines pour from you as he massages you in a whole new way, working the lube deep inside while also stretching you out. When you try to move your hips in tin with his ministrations, he delivers a hard and sharp slap to your ass, fingers digging in and clenching, holding you still and drawing out the pain. The pain swirls with the pleasure, flooding your mind with indescribable feelings.
With your arousal helping immensely, he quickly works his way up to having three fingers buried inside you. There's a slight stinging burn since it's been so long for you, and it makes you want more.
"Please, please," you babble with no shame. "I want you inside me. Please, please, please, please."
He chuckles slightly before pulling out, leaving you feeling empty. The sound of foil ripping open reaches you seconds before more lube is drizzled down your crack. Instead of a warm hand spreading it around, this time it's cold metal. It feels so cool against your heated flesh, and that just makes you burn hotter.
Finally, his hands find your hips, but one quickly disappears again as you feel his cock start to glide against you.
You hide your face in the bed as he starts to tease you. He drags his member all over your crease, with just enough pressure to know he's there. Every time he passes over your entrance, he pauses, making you wonder if this is it, but then he continues on, driving you insane.
Unable to take it any more, you beg, "Please, Otto, please! Fack me!"
That seems to do the trick, because in a matter of seconds, he's there, pressing into you, and, like always, he takes you by surprise.
Instead of slamming into you, he's oh so slow and methodical. His thrusts aren't the deep ravaging you expected, no, they're purposeful, a slow exploration. The amount of control he's displaying would amaze you at any other time, but right now, when you're so desperate for friction that you’re tempted to use your superhuman strength to take control, you are on the verge of screaming for him to get on with it. You try to shift against him, but the position he has you in won't let you.
Centimeter by centimeter grows into inch by inch, and the further he presses in, the faster he thrusts, the harder his hips slam. He pauses when he gets himself fully seated, the weight of his body draping over yours.
Swirling his hips, Otto begins to pepper kisses and nips along your neck and jaw. His hands clutch yours over head, fingers twining.
"Oh Otto," you moan, the intimacy of the moment overtaking you. Eyes rolling back, you surrender to the feelings coursing through you. For god's sake, this man is one of your worst enemies, and yet, here he is, holding you more tenderly than anyone ever has, taking care of you in a, dare you say, loving way.
"Oh god," you gasp.
He lets out a sudden, irritated growl, and pulls away.
"Hey-Eek!" your protest is quickly cut off as your back hits the mattress faster than you can even comprehend that he was turning you over. Before you can ask, he's back inside you.
"I will be looking in your eyes when you climax,” he pants, once again gripping your hands.
Overcome with emotions, you lean up, capturing his lips. You pour all your feelings into the kiss as he starts to roll his hips again. Taking advantage of the new position, you wrap your legs around his waist. Everything this man is doing is so far beyond not only your past sexual encounters, he's even better than most of your fantasies too.
As your tongues engage in what can only be referred to as a duel, two of his metallic arms make their way to your chest, the coolness a sharp contrast to the heat of your joined bodies. Even as your mind tries to conjure images of all the destruction the claws have caused, you force them away. Yes, they could be dangerous, downright deadly, but the gentleness with which he's using them to play with your nipples speaks for itself.
The pleasure and pressure continue to build as the sensation of him grinding against you brings you closer and closer to the edge. Unable to take any more, you pull your lips from his.
Your breaths are shallow and quick and you want to claw your fingers into his back. Instead, you settle for clenching down on his hand.
"Are you close?" he asks, voice husky. A nod is the only response you're capable of. "Look at me, love.”
You shake your head, opening your eyes would be a Herculean task. A large, warm hand rests against your cheek.
"Please, love," the gentle voice is laced with command, and you can't deny him.
When your eyes meet his warm brown ones, your soul melts. There is no coming back from this, and you can see that it is the same for him.
Leaning in again, he nips at your bottom lip as his pelvis slams into yours.
"Ahhh," you squeal. "Otto, uh Otto!"
"Love," he groans, "Cum for me."
For the first time since you met him, you don't even try to fight him. Your back arches off the mattress and your cry of pleasure is lost in his neck. His yell follows about ten seconds and some rapid movement later.
Instead of dropping down like you're expecting, he's held aloft, until his arms wrap around you.
Now you're wrapped in his arms, head tucked in his neck, fingers playing with the hair on his chest. No words are spoken, both of you lost in your own worlds, but neither one willing to let the other go.
#Doc Ock#Doctor Octopus#doc ock x reader#doc ock x oc#gender neutral reader#when i first started editing it was just over 2400 words#now i really need a massage#but no sexy older man to give it too me#my writing#first doc ock fic#please be kind
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Sasha giving Grizzop her 13th favorite dagger.
From RQG episode 82 Hostile Work Environment
[ID: A watercolor painting in dark tones of Grizzop and Sasha from Rusty Quill Gaming. Grizzop is a gray goblin with red eyes and long ears, about half the height of Sasha. He is wearing a green scarf, grey shirt and trousers, black gloves and brown boots. His armor is made up of a pauldron on his left shoulder, a simple breastplate, and knee pads. His breastplate has a crescent moon and three lines through it. There is a quiver of arrows on his belt and he is casually carrying a bow in his right hand. Sasha is a white woman with messy short black hair and a red burn scar on her right cheek and neck. She is wearing a large studded black leather jacket, all black clothes, short black gloves, and black boots. Sasha is striding to the left, pinching a dagger by the tip in her left hand and half-grinning down at Grizzop. Grizzop is matching her step and her grin, holding his right hand out to receive the dagger. end ID]
#rusty quill gaming#sasha rackett#grizzop drik acht amsterdam#mail art#the thing is that i love them very much
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Since it's pride month, can I ask for rqg characters in drag? I would love it if you'd do Zolf or Wilde but honestly I'll take any character :)
veseek, skraak, wilde and sasha!!! i had a lot of fun w these outfits :] also spot which of these wasn’t done at the same time as the rest of them LMAO
ID: one waist up and three full body drawings of rqg characters in drag, split across two canvases. from left to right they are veseek, skraak, wilde and sasha.
vesseek is a thin but widely built green goblin with floppy, hairy ears holding a large sword by their side. they are in a dark red leather outfit, consisting of a tight bralette style stop that is attached by metal rings to slightly low waisted flared trousers that have laced panels at the sides of the thighs, they have above the elbow gloves in a matching material. they are also wearing brown, pointed toe boots with a slight heel. there are chains connected to two small metal rings on their chest that hang gently over the top.
skraak is a stocky red kobold with a pointed head that has two small golden horns coming off of it, and two fangs coming out the front of their mouth. he is in an open chested, loose and flowing green dress with sleeves that hit the floor, which has a dark turquoise lining. there is a studded gold belt around their waist and his nails are painted purple. he is barefoot and his tail can be seen on the floor through a slit in the thigh of the dress.
wilde is a broad white man wearing large fake breasts in a red, figure hugging fishtail gown with puffy teal sleeves made of a silky material and an extremely tall blue collar that fans out behind his head. he also has a deep purple cloak behind him and a bright pink curled wig that sits around his shoulders. on the dress there are golden peacock feathers with teal eyes. the puffy sleeves also have a tight golden hem.
sasha is viewed from the waist up, she is a thin white woman with short black hair that is slicked and styled back. she is wearing a purple cropped shirt with a short waistcoat over it and dark blue trousers. her face is painted white, contoured in grey with pronounced cheekbones and a defined bridge of her nose. she is holding a skull in her right hand which she is facing and talking to. she has hairy arms and a thin moustache painted above her lip. end ID.
#rqg#rusty quill gaming#rqgaming#rqg fanart#rqg art#rqg vesseek#skraak#rqg skraak#rqg wilde#sasha rackett#rqg sasha#jasp draws#again. yes nearly two months later i’m getting round to these :P
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[ID: Two digital drawings of Sasha, Grizzop, Zolf and Cel from RQG sitting in pairs, back to back. In the first image, Sasha sits slouched forward with Grizzop leaned against her, facing the other way. Sasha is a white human with short dark hair wearing a studded jacket and nondescript clothing. Grizzop is a light gray goblin with large red eyes wearing a green coat and large gloves and boots. They both look away from each other with serious expressions, both slightly frowning. Their hands rest near each other behind their backs, Sasha’s pinky resting on Grizzop’s. The image is shaded with dark blues with a gray-purple background. In the second image, Zolf is curled up with a book as Cel leans back against him. Zolf is a white dwarf with short white hair and a braided beard. He is wearing a large light purple cloak with a dark purple sweater underneath. Cel is a half-elf with pale skin and blonde hair styled upwards. They are wearing a large brown coat with green trimming, large brown boots, and green goggles on their forehead. Cel is smiling widely with their head turned to look over their shoulder at Zolf, who is smiling as if he wishes he weren’t. The image is shaded with soft browns with a pink-orange background. End ID]
they care each other…
#rusty quill gaming#rqgaming#rqg#rqg sasha#sasha rackett#rqg grizzop#grizzop drik acht amsterdam#rqg zolf#zolf smith#rqg cel#cel sidebottom#zolfcel#how about that#ft. my new purple zolf design :D#I've had the sketches for these two drawings legit since Feb but I decided to line and color them all yesterday lol#sasha and grizzop are making the smallest of pinky promises :)
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