#jilljoycearts

[zaahvi]

Pls tell more about your Shadowgod 👀

ooooh gladly!!

Ely - full name Elyrin Myrthel (although he prefers the nickname) - is a half-aeterna battlemage/spellsword type, mostly focusing on ice and healing magic

he's 34 by the time the game starts, so he had been in the Abbey for almost three decades at that point! he never really fit in with the others as he was more energetic and impatient, and so instead of becoming a monk they just threw him into the library lmao. it was agonising for him at first because he loves to socialise, but then he found ways to pass the time by reading the books and teaching himself to draw. he learned a lot about Vyn and its history, as well as about magic and swordplay - and he was finally able to put the theory to practise when he was invited to the Mage Order

he was incredibly happy to finally be able to see the world after reading so much about it! after being in the same place for so long, he felt like his life was only just beginning. he loves adventuring and completing missions for the Order, he loves the action and the drama, and he loves making a positive impact on the world. he also finally got to meet new people and form meaningful relationships, he finally learned what it's like to have people really care about him and love him :((

now being able to develop his personality a little he found it very easy to befriend people as he's quite charismatic and funny, although it made it harder for him to be genuine about his feelings. well he was forced to confront his feelings when he fell hard for Arkt (let's be real, me too,) buuuut it worked out and now the two of them live in Castle Darlan together and occasionally adventure around the world! :)) as for the others he got along with Narathzul really well, he found it hard to connect to Kim at first because of the "don't kill Kreo" thing, but they eventually became friends too

he felt a little conflicted and scared about becoming the Shadowgod at first, but quickly settled into the role after Narathzul died as he thought it was necessary. he's content with it now, and glad that it didn't change him like he was afraid it would

some random info about him:

during his time with the Order he also learned alchemy, how to sing and play the flute and lute

when he panics in combat he casts lightning magic

he carries a sketchbook instead of a journal, and he sketches a lot from his adventures!

he's scared of heights (because of all the times he's fallen during the main quest)

he really really likes to collect swords. i like to imagine he has a full room of them in Castle Darlan and it's the tidiest room in the entire fortress. his favourite was the Sword of Goth :'(

he has hayfever, and a lot of the time carries alchemy ingredients so he constantly sneezes. some people thinks it's really annoying but he just thinks it's funny

i have another (non-protag) Vyn oc named Zurael who Ely would consider to be his best friend, but she ended up leaving to Enderal with some of the other Order members so.... yeah......

okay i wrote way more than i expected to :o that's enough infodumping for now i think!! thank you for asking, i love talking about my ocs! :)

[gabriellerudessa]

I finally finished watercoloring the lineart @jilljoycearts made available!

Last weeks life is really messy for me so it really took a long time for me to finish it.

I loved painting it! It was a pain to try and get their skin tones right, but worth it (even if I still wasn't that successful 🤡). Definitely one of the most complex pieces I watercolored to this day (mainly because three people in it and I decided on detailing the background lol)

I also used some watercolor pencils and colored pencils to bring forth some colors in the finalization, and metallic watercolors for some details.

I loved painting it, Joyce, hope you liked the final result!

(My plan was for the light to be as if there is a hearth behind Calia 🙃)

[ralexsol]

It’s finished!! I’ve been working on the coloring & shading in this for the past couple days. I don’t often practice my shading, and I think it turned out okay!

It was really fun to pick out the colors for Tharaêl’s outfit (I couldn’t find a ref for him in regular clothes). I imagine that after he left the Rhalâta, he would try out colors opposite of purple to further himself from the cult. He still can’t bring himself to let go of the purple completely yet, though.

The lineart was done by @jilljoycearts! Thanks for letting people use it, I had a lot of fun with it! :)

[call-me-shadowborn]

Zora (Azuriel's), Dusk (Kim's) and Svart (Siri's @jilljoycearts ??) are on a vacation together?

Oh pls ignore that black dirtball on bottom, she's just got caught by accident.

[astarionhell]

BG3 Tav Introduction | Jamil D'Oria

I have... about twelve other things I should be doing, most of them grad school related but the tadpole speaks to me and I must answer so here's some information I've been scrounging together for my Tav

commissions from jilljoycearts and molliartsie

Jamil (Alfonso Parsa) D'Oria, 41, with a noble background and member of the bard class, from the College of Lore

I've been developing him as an OC for about three years now and he is my beloved boy (even though he's about twice my age lmao)

Alignment: Neutral Good? with a bit of chaos sprinkled in there maybe

Gender/Sexuality: Gay man, he/him

Astrological Signs: Leo Sun, Pisces Moon, Pisces Rising

Romancing: Astarion. Of course.

I'm thinking he would be very close with Wyll prior to the game plotline or shortly into it just based on their similar upbringings

I do not know any DnD lore and I am currently not able to get a crash course in it so if anything I say about him contradicts it, don't tell me <3

Some fun facts about him!

Oldest of three siblings, has a younger brother Hakim and younger sister Eufemia

Part of a huge family on his mother's side, the D'Oria are an ancient established family with many many family members

He doesn't get along with his mother and travels as much as possible to avoid going home and back to his duties as the oldest son, however at this point she's all but disowned him and focuses on Hakim instead

His instrument of choice is a guitar gifted to him by his favorite aunt when he was a teenager that he would protect over his own life

Trained in sword-fighting as a teenager/young adult with his uncle, a world-renowned swordsman

Makes his own clothes more often than not

Technically needs glasses especially when it comes to reading and seeing at night, but refuses to wear them

Has a very friendly disposition that most people might assume is learned from years of nobility events, but he's just genuinely kind

Is not great with any kind of magic on his own, but can be used as a channel for others' magic

However, he has almost supernatural luck, which tends to rub off on those he spends the most time with after a while

Anyway, here he is, hopefully this will soothe the tadpole for a bit until I can sit down to write fic for him and Astarion

Some more art of him under the cut!

commission from hirodraga

commission from jilljoycearts

[jilljoycearts]

Guys, I received several messages recently, so am making a post so more people are able to see this.

I’m not available for lineart commissions anymore (https://www.tumblr.com/jilljoycearts/184394046844/updated-commission-info-reblogs-are-highly) and I hope I won’t ever be. This phase is OVER. The only type of commissions I can offer now is animation (alive portraits), info can be found in my carrd. Thanks!

[magicianapprenticelyra]

Here's my Lyra!

arts by @jilljoycearts, @spacetimenomad, @starryskylullaby, and @weenie-the-beans

She's romancing the Main 6 LIs in Arcana, all of them with different outcomes pertaining to the Uprights and Reversed.

In timelines where she isn't the MC, she's working as a Palace Librarian.

Her lil familiar here is a book mimic named Nook, and if you wanna know more, please feel free to ask!

Show me your mcs

I haven't been in the fandom for a while but I'm curious if it's still active around her or not (? So, if you have them, please show me your mc /ocs and tell me a little bit about them 🙏🏼🥹

This is mine, here name is Serein and that big bear is her familiar, Ursan. Her LI is Asra and she's a healer.

[vesuvianmess]

Popsicles?

Art by @jilljoycearts Drexxel is @vesuvianmess Vell is @deathbyarcana

A short fic recounting how these two met, pulled (with some edits) directly from a currently running roleplay.

Quick Warning: Contains mentions of stalking and harassment

"You are very welcome, have a good rest of your day!" He waved the group off with a smile. "Hiya, what can I get you?" He asked another.

Flitting back and forth from group to group, he greeted every single person with a genuine smile. There was nothing more satisfying than seeing others light up with joy. He’d taken up working at the bakery part time to help with some expenses of running his own shop. And he had to admit, the smell of fresh baked bread may have influenced that choice. The job was never boring as the market was always flooded with people, locals and travelers alike, all looking for something. Still, he only worked with Selasi during the mornings and early afternoons. When he’d had his fill, he would return home to open the doors to his own little business.

But today, he had something a little different in mind. Instead of selling little animal pelts, herbs, bits, and bobbles, he was in and out again in a flash. Having changed into something much more comfortable for the heat, he pulled a wheeled cart behind him to the town square. Near the fountain, he’d found the perfect spot and pulled the cover off the cart. It would take him a little time to set everything up, but once it was done, he noticed people already beginning to gather around. Some faces he'd seen many, many times before. Others, much more new. Taking a seat on an overturned wooden bucket, he twirled a pair of drumsticks between his fingers. 

“Hello Vesuvia, I’m bringing you a special late afternoon show! Now then," he sat up a little, the line of his back straightening. "For those of you new to my show, we have fun here! Here's how this goes!" making a grand sweeping gesture to the gathered crowd, he continued on. "You may request a song but there is no guarantee I will play it. I will not tolerate pushing, shoving, or otherwise harmful activity during my shows. And, as always, tips are appreciated but not required, come stay for awhile and feel the beat of the sound! I'm Drexxel Volkov, and may luck be forever in your favor!" 

It started with a small metallic chime, a shortstop of little taps on the rims of the set. But before long the square was alight with the beating of drums. His whole body moved in time with each beat almost as if he were dancing along to his own song. Small children bounced and tugged at their parents' sleeves, urging them to get closer. New comers stood with delighted expressions, some even getting a little antsy standing in one place, others giving way to bouncing their bodies to the rhythm. 

There was nothing better than this, looking out into the crowd as he thrummed away the minutes, flipping the sticks and singing along even though nobody could hear him over the heartbeat he'd created. 

The crowd was thick as usual but new faces stuck out easy to him. Even with the prick of sweat beginning to roll down his forehead, he was able to focus enough to make everyone feel included in his performance. One face in particular he stopped at for more than a split second. A taller man with vivid blue hair, dark skin, and a sort of shaken demeanor. He looked….out of place perhaps amid the crowd, like he could bolt at any moment. Drexel found himself stealing glances at the man throughout his show, a dizzying knot of butterflies in his gut as he saw the man start to meld into the hum around him. The thrill of the performance carried him through like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, his fiery passion shining through clear as day. Every movement felt natural, every breath felt like a whole new beginning. Drexxel never came from a background that favored this sort of thing, rather it was something he'd picked up on his own time. He had the extra energy to spare and needed an outlet to help with it. Besides, he always did like seeing people smile and what better way to do that then get them moving? 

Into the second song now and he felt a wave of static run through him. Someone in the crowd was a magician. He could feel it. Even through the loud beating of drums and the crashing of cymbals the low electrical humming filled his body. He was sure of it. But was this magician able to sense him as well? That he did not know. He wasn’t sure precisely where the feeling was coming from, but he was determined to draw it out. With it toying at his mind, he decided it was time to show off just a little more. After all, using magic was a good way to lure out another magician. 

Drexxel simply waited as he beat along in time to find the perfect moment to really show off his moves. Normally he would have saved this bit for later in the evening, but he just had to do it now. After feeling that little pang of magic, he knew he had to show whoever was producing it, that they weren't the only one with fancy magic at their fingertips. Just a moment longer....

When the final chorus of the song hit, he let it loose. His drumsticks sparked and crackled to life, enveloped in searing hot flames. With his sticks now burning with intense heat, he slammed away at his drums with more grandeur and energy than before. With each hit fire roared from the contact point, creating a dazzling display of towers of fire in varying sizes. If anything were to draw this other magician out, it would be this. 

By the end of the show, much to his dismay, this fellow kin had not revealed themselves. It was a bit of a shame really, he would have loved to have someone join in his performance. What a dazzling display that would have been. He could only imagine what kind of magic would have complimented his own.

"Thank you all for joining me this afternoon!" He gave a bow, his hair falling a bit loose from his bun. "It's a hot one out today so make sure to stay hydrated and get some good food in your belly!" 

 He stood and lifted his arms over his head in a long stretch before using the rad cloth tied to his side to wipe away the sweat that cling to his skin. The show was over, but people still lingered in the area, some tossing coins into an open bowl near the drum set, others approaching Drexxel with questions. He was small for his age of twenty-five, standing at mere chest (or just below) level with most other adult’s that spoke with him. He had a thin, but decently sturdy frame with most of his strength apparent in his legs. Most people would know him for a scar that ran along his right cheek. Whenever asked about it he would simply tell them he didn’t remember where it came from but knew he’d had it most of his life. 

The town square was still bustling with people as he began to pack up his things. Above it all though, he could hear footsteps approaching him. He paused a moment then spun on his heel to come face to face with a regular to his shows. The man was leagues taller than himself and had a strange look to his eyes. He was holding a piece of paper, crumpled and damp with sweat in his hands. Drexxel heard the man speak but didn’t quite catch the words. 

“I’m sorry?” He responded back, urging the man to repeat himself. When he did, a chill ran down his spine. “...Go out with me. Dinner.” He pushed the paper into Drexxel’s hands. “You’re so pretty.” 

The smaller pulled the note apart just enough to read it. In shaken scrawl it read:

‘Don’t make a scene. I’ve been planning this. You and I belong together.’

He’d seen this sort of thing before in books and screenplays. Some secret admirer gets too confident and goes after someone who isn’t interested and it becomes a problem. Problem being a kind way to put it. Harassment was a better word for it. Bold of him to make the attempt in broad daylight, let alone a busy square. In the kindest way possible, Drexel looked up at the man and spoke.

“I’d love to, but I have plans this evening. Another show I mean.” 

He felt the prickle of magic in the air again, but it wasn’t coming from the man in front of him. The magician was still in the area. 

"Excuse me, I'm talking to you." the man's voice broke him from his thoughts. "I'll be picking you up this evening."

Drexxel's brow furrowed, the energy around him shifting like hissing smoke trying to catch on damp wood. 

"I'm really sorry, I mean it." He offered a sincerely looking apologetic smile. "But I really must be getting home." He made a move to leave but was stopped when the man caught his wrist. 

"You're not going anywhere short-stack." 

This....could be bad. As much as the crowd had dissipated, there were still people lingering about. Too much of a risk to cause a scene. But every fiber of Drexxel's being was telling him to flee. He needed an out. In the most...nonchalant way possible, he attempted to wriggle his wrist free. 

"Your performance really spoke to me Drexxy. It's like you were composing a symphony just for me." As he was caught in his own little moment, Drexxel pulled his wrist free. But it only lasted a second.

He felt a pull against his skin before he heard a small snap. The man had missed when reaching for Drexxel's wrist and instead caught the beaded double bracelet on his wrist. Beads had gone flying haphazardly in every direction, landing on the stones below like pellets. In that moment he felt the pull of magic much closer than before. This other magician was close. Very close. 

Drexxel was unfortunately used to people approaching him with much more....fervor than he anticipated. However, this particular instance was something else. He'd never had someone so adamant on taking him home. If this were to go on for a moment longer, he was sure to lose his composer. He may be a pretty upbeat guy but he also had a notoriously short fuse. 

That hissing aura was rapidly kindling itself from a crackling campfire to a firestorm. When his bracelet snapped, he felt something in him switch. Rage bubbled up under his skin like pot boiling over on a stove set too high. His fist clenched and a growl escaped him. 

But then, out of nowhere, everything around him stopped. He was about to throw a fiery punch but stopped short when he saw another man between him and his new 'friend'. It was the man he saw in the crowd! He said he was there to help just now. But what was he doing here and how did he…

"How--?" Then it hit him like a hard slap to the face. "So you're the magician I was picking up on!" His anger flickered back to amusement and joy. "I knew I wasn't imagining it! Oh! The helping thing, yes." 

Drexxel offered the newest stranger a warm, bright smile. Without hesitation, he grabbed his hand and shook it furiously. 

"Nice to meet you, I'm Drexxel! What do you say we blow this popsicle stand and get somewhere far away from this creep?"

The other man seemed to freeze up, like he expected a much worse response. His whole arm wobbled when Drexxel shook it. His eyes were wide and his lips parted in shock. It took him a minute to process what the smaller man had said to him. 

“Oh, I…that is….popcicles?” The man felt his face go hot, blood rushing to his cheeks. He was sure the smaller man would mistake him for a tomato. 

Drexxel watched him curiously. It was like watching the gears of a clock turning, the way this man seemed to be having an inner monologue with himself about whether or not he’d made the right call to get involved. He could feel how shaken up the man was, his hand trembling. Not very good at keeping his cool was he? Finally he spoke again. 

“It’s localized. My….my magic…it…I mean I…no, it. It will wear off when we get a distance away. He could follow? I- who, well…popsicles?”

Drexxel had always been good at making new friends and getting people to laugh and smile. He was small, yes, but he made up for his size with seemingly boundless energy. It was nearly impossible to not like the guy. But, he could tell, he kind of took this one by surprise. But it wasn't the first time someone had responded this way. Not often he got to see someone turn that red before though!

Whoever this new guy was, Drexxel had never seen his face in Vesuvia before. And he’dbeen in the city for quite some time now. It'd been since he was about nineteen. He knew almost every face in Vesuvia, even if a good handful of them were only in passing. But this one, this one he wanted to know more about. Consider his interest piqued. 

When time came back and this new magician struggled to make a clear sentence, it was all Drexxel could do to hold in a laugh. Localized magic though, not sure he'd heard of that one before. He completely skipped over the popsicle schtick.

"Localized huh? Hey, think you could use your magic with mine? I'm thinking....a wall of fire!" He still hadn't let go of the stranger's hand. "I could put a wall of fire around him, just tall enough to trip him up of course. You could stop time around it until we get far enough away that your....localization wears off!" Mossy green eyes brimmed with excitement. He gave the hand in his a squeeze. 

"I bet we'll make a great team!"

He could see the man trying to process the words coming out of Drexxel’s mouth. He’ll admit, he was a bit of a fast talker when he was excited. 

“Wall of fire…” He repeated Drexxel’s words, more to himself than the other, considering the idea. Not terribly flawed, he thought. A quick fix but not long lasting. “Worth…worth a shot.” an unsteady voice. “Wait - a team?” Vell had barely gotten the words out before the air thrummed with magical energy and, just as promised, fire sprung to life around the note wielding creep. If the situation weren’t as it was, he might have taken time to admire the flames.

"That's what I said isn't it? A team!" He mused, giving this new friend a wink. 

When time did in fact stop around his flames, the passion in his eyes burned that much brighter. He beamed at this new stranger. 

"Talk about a cool party trick. Come on, let's get out of here." Still gripping that hand, he took off. Hopefully this new friend could keep up with him. 

They took off out of the square, rushing past pedestrians and shopping stalls in a race to escape the area. Drexxel had taken the lead, ducking and diving under obstacles like it was as easy as breathing. He felt his new found companion trip up a few times but he managed to keep up the pace. He was new to Vesuvia and hadn’t the slightest idea where the two of them were headed. Drexxel looked back to check on his new friend at just the wrong moment. The edge of his sandal caught on uneven stone, sending him tumbling into an unattended fruit cart, scattering oranges along the alley. He’d never let go of this new companion’s hand, and in turn, the two of them fell together. The other man now had him pinned, a leg on either side of him. 

“I-- We-- uh…” The stranger fought to find the right words, feeling like a tea kettle ready to whistle. “We fell.” 

Drexxel could feel his own face burning a bright shade. He would have been able to laugh it off if it weren’t for his immediate attraction to this man. Impulse guiding him, he offered the man a toying smirk. “You know, I think this might be fate.” He winked. “And I don’t even know your name.” 

“M-my name?” The other man stuttered.

He tried to stand, pulling on Drexxel’s hands to pull him up as well, only to lose his footing. He fell back onto the stone, the smaller of the two now sitting perched on his abdomen. The look in his eyes was….entrancing. Intoxicating even. He couldn’t look away. “I’m Vell.” 

“Vell…” Drexxel liked the way the name felt when he said it. He let his hands drift to the other man’s chest, watching him with bright eager eyes.

Now, what was that saying about playing with fire?

[chelsdavisart]

Happy Enderal Secret Santa, @jilljoycearts <3

[zaahvi]

10 songs, 10 people

put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs that come up, then tag ten people (thanks for the tag @franclemontb!)

Heilung - Krigsgaldr

Dziewanna - Widziadło

Ofdrykkja - The Cleansing

Aythis - Silvery Night

Bathory - Foreverdark Woods

Sylvaine - A Ghost Trapped in Limbo

Bathory - Song to Hall Up High

Falkenbach - ...The Ardent Awaited Land

Artesia - Wanderings

Faun & Lindy-Fay Hella - Galdra

and i shall tag..... @probablylilly @jilljoycearts @giselberts @the-rambling-fatebender @elezen-appreciator @beck-nightengale @gabriellerudessa @arktwend @plutoprophecy @the-golden-eyed-prophet :)

[gabriellerudessa]

Masterlist

Here I’ll list all of all my short stories, fanfictions and non-drawtober arts posted here :)

Shaykano Riarin - Inktober 2017 (Art)

Ian McSighle - The Devil’s Choir (Sketch)

The Devil’s Choir - Pt I, Pt II, Pt III, Pt IV, Pt V, Pt VI, Pt VII, Part VIII (COMPLETE)

Drawtober 2021

Drawtober 2022

Drawtober 2023

Drawtober 2024

The Evil Within (Non-Drawtober Arts)

- Ruvik (Ruben Victoriano) | Tatiana Gutierrez | Juli Kidman | Joseph Oda | Lily Castellanos | Myra Castellanos (Mobius) | Sebastian Castellanos | Laura Victoriano (STEM) | Myra (STEM) | Father Theodore | Stefano Valentini

Enderal

- Arrival 2023 (Art)

- Halloween 2023 (Art)

- Star Summer Night Festival 2023 (Art)

- Colored Page by JillJoyceArts

- Arrival 2022 (Art + ShortFic)

The Wayhaven Chronicles

- Astronomical (Felix x F!Detective)

Fallout

- Compass (Norm Maclean x OC): Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X | Part XI | Part XII | Part XIII | Part XIV | Part XV | Part XVI | Part XVII | Part XVIII | Part XIX | Part XX | Part XXI | Part XXII | Part XXIII | Part XXIV | Part XXV | Part XXVI | Part XXVII | Part XXVIII | Part XXIX | Part XXX | Part XXXI | Part XXXII | Part XXXIII | Part XXXIV | Part XXXV | Part XXXVI (PLAYLIST) (Smut on: Part XXI; Part XXVI; Part XXXIV); AO3

- Arts for Compass: Norm and Marigold 1 BW | Norm and Marigold 2 BW | Norm and Marigold 3 Color | Five arts - The Bear Family and Norm and Marigold being Lovey-Dovey

- Hourglass (Thaddeus x OC): Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII |

- NSFW Alphabet: Norm Maclean

- NSFW Alphabet: Thaddeus

- Arts in General: Norm Maclean and the Tree | Toddler Norm and Counters | Norm with suit tied at the waist and leather coat |

Dragon Age

- Not About Angels (Cole x OC) (I really don’t know if I’ll finish this)

[dueliz]

Heh ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ✍️ Tealor

profit we gotta detox

[beck-nightengale]

Thanks so much! And yeah, I didn't really care much for the whitewashing of some characters, and while Women of Enderal is my favorite, it did motivate me to figure out how I can modify them so the characters can look how I want them to.

Zar'Ah/Lysia's scar was provided to me by Jilljoycearts when I was showing off my WIP for the Lysia flashbacks so I could make her look more book-accurate. I'm eternally grateful for that!

And I decided to take some (hopefully SFW-ish by Tumblr's standards) screenshots of how Calia turned out with her body scars, since they sadly won't be visible for most of the time:

I'm a huge fan of Bayleaf's buff Calia, so I tried to beef her up as much as I could in BodySlide. Not sure how I feel about it yet or if I should adjust it some more, but it's an improvement from the original smooth and waif-ish look, in my opinion. But I like that WoE made Calia pretty while still keeping her tomboyish look compared to other mods I've seen that yassify her.

And goodness, I hope you like my series! It starts off rough with the dialogue at the beginning, but I think gets better around the Golden Sickle questline when I learned how to navigate the dialogue branches in Creation Kit. Though admittedly it's funny to show the multiple options still in some scenes...

(Could not resist a Tomska reference.)

I'm happy to report that I was able to successfully recover Esme's cute headband + hairfeathers from the vanilla game for the Women of Enderal replacer I use.

Plus some of my additional custom tweaks so I could make her look how I want her to.

This mod has the original hairband and hairfeathers that I thought looked just as good for her. The kind I'm using has physics, which I love.

[doublebadger]

21, 16, 7 for the cafe asks? 👀

Blueberry Muffin Tea: Tell me a memory which makes you smile.When we were about 17, Jessie (my best friend) and I competed at a talent show at the state fair. We were going to perform dueling fiddles.  We wore these matching western shirts with rhinestones (and I was picking those rhinestones off the whole time- I am not a rhinestones person).

Anyway, we got up on stage to perform and the building’s fire alarm went off. The whole building was evacuated. Soon the alarm was cleared and we went back to the stage. We got about halfway in before the alarm went off again. Jessie, @wardfinder, made jokes about how our performance was “on fire” and got the audience to laugh. That alarm went off one or two more times before we managed to finish the performance. It seems the alarm wanted to duel as well.

Hibiscus Tea: What’s a song you can always hear?Right now? The Wolf by PHILDEL. Transports me straight into the form of a vengeful forest guardian.

Chai: Where do you want to travel next?Arizona. I want to take Emily (my wife) to see the Grand Canyon. I grew up in the area and have been to the canyon a few times, but I’ve never made it to the bottom and she’s never been there at all. Hoping to do that over the summer.

[jilljoycearts]

Hi hello I’m active on tiktok, come say cheese

@ jilljoycearts as everywhere

[i-am-arcana-trash]

SHES HERE!

Okay so I decided since I had some spare cash I would commission my Apprentice because I really wanted her to exist beyond my shitty drawing capabilities.

@jilljoycearts did so amazing. I am dying I love her so much. I hope y'all think she's a cutie because she's a cinnamon roll who just wants love and happiness.

She buff

She tuff

She full of fluff

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

SHE BLUSH. 😍

She loves one disaster doctor and one dumbass magician. 💗 (She's into mountian man too)