#lament for oc tagging

[basket-of-cats-and-witches]

The Legacy of Vegetables

I just wanted to write tooth-rotting fluff.

Feat. Aelune, my Drow Durge, and Lament, my Tiefling Tav.

Along with over assorted characters, like Aelune's durgetash son, Enver Junior (I never said either one of those two was good at naming. Or world domination, for that matter.), and our favorite know-it-all, Gale.

Enjoy!

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“Eat your vegetables.” Aelune leaned across the dining table towards the tiny Tiefling. Really, what had his parents been feeding him?

Lament made a face. “I hate cooked carrots. So mushy.” He poked at the offending vegetable, shoving it to the end of his plate.

Across the room, Einara covered her laugh with a cough. The child she'd raised was now having to struggle with their own.

Aelune sighed. “If you eat the carrots, you'll grow stronger and be able to crush your enemies, breaking their spirit and obliterating them.”

“What does ‘obliterate’ mean?” Lam scooted the carrots even further to the edge.

“Make permanently disappear. I see what you're doing, stop.” They reached out, putting their fork against the edge of his plate before the vegetables tumbled to the floor.

Lament pouted. “What if I don't want to obliterate them? What if I wanna make friends with my enemies? Will they eat my vegetables for me? Maybe they like carrots!”

Turning, Einara fled the room. Aelune's eye twitched at the sound of her muffled cackling.

They took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “If you eat your vegetables,” Aelune said calmly, “You may play outside for another hour afterward.”

Lament perked up, visibly brightening. “Really?”

They nodded.

Like a flash, the vegetables were gone, as was the little Tiefling. Lament’s personal maid, Sylphie, bobbed a half-curtsy. “I'll keep an eye on him, my lord.” Unlike Einara, she had the cheek to grin at them.

Aelune snorted. “Someday, Sylphie, Lament will have children of his own. I hope you're there to personally witness his suffering.”

She laughed and nodded. “Me too, my lord.”

-Many years later-

“Eleanor! My petunias!” Lament scrambled after his younger daughter, glancing back frantically at the second floor balcony. “Gale!”

A gentle cloud descended on the garden, rain falling on the burning flowers.

Relieved, he swept an arm around the giggling child, wincing as she squealed directly into his ear.

“Ellie-girl,” he said, bouncing her on his hip. “I wish you'd learned any other element besides fire.”

“But Daddy can do it!” She protested. “And auntie Sylphie! I like the pretty sparks!”

He groaned, leaning down and blowing a loud raspberry onto her cheek. She shrieked in laughter.

“And when you can control it like Daddy and Sylphie can, then you can use it. For now, why don't you play with the butterflies Uncle Enver made you?”

Eleanor made a face, and Lament wondered if this is what he'd been like when he was her age. “I wanna show them to Grandma!” She said firmly. “I won't play with them until then.”

“Well then, you're in luck, little duck.” Gale stepped out from the backdoor barefoot, two figures behind him. “Your uncle and your grandma are here.”

Eleanor wiggled frantically until Lament set her down, shooting past her father and uncle to slam into her grandma’s legs. “Grandma Aelune!”

They picked her up, inspecting her. “You've grown. Good. Are you eating your vegetables?”

“No!” She said cheerfully. “They're gross!”

[icecreampizzer]

I DO NOT think I've posted this one here despite how much I loved drawing these. Wanted to draw my original characters' two main emotions!! Just clawing my way into their mind like a hungry little beast sniffing around how their brains work and all. As if I didn't make them up in my head myself. Real fun stuff.

[quettzals]

i wont be elaborating

picture the frame is holding 

[hotlinecharlie]

i cant post this gif transparent because its big as FUCK but !!! i made a lil gif for my oc <3

[skybristle]

REBLOGS > LIKES [tags appreciated!]

"What purpose could such anguish serve in company of man? I don't think I'll ever smile again"

the gif really crunches the quality so i also added a version thats just the illustration :] i really like the aesthetics of the iterators . yes i drew the umbilical wrong i am choosing to ignore that <3

au developed with @drake-dragon as always. shes so fucked up <3

[dimiotouole]

Monochrome Recollection

[rufkasoda]

[midmorninggrey]

Tagged by @saladruiner and then @dungeons-and-dragon-age to make some OCs in this Picrew. Thanks!!

Featuring Gillian Hawke, Celeste Trevelyan (post-DAI), Warden Antonia, and Arden Trevelyan.

Tagging (with absolutely zero pressure) @carnalapples @theaceofdragons @contreparry @miladydewintcr and anyone else who might want to play dress-up with their OCs!

Self-Indulgent OC Trivia under the cut

Gill would love Picrews, ok? She doted on her dolls when she was little. As a teenager, she claimed she'd given them all away, but she really kept them hidden beneath her bed, and some nights she would take them out and play with them again. Then one day Carver found them and cut off all their hair. Gill never forgave him.

She also fought the Arishok one-on-one in her stocking feet. This is because she had to shuck off her high heeled boots right before the duel (Gill has never loved a practical shoe.)

Celeste is a picky eater. Cheese sandwiches and pumpkin pie (just the custard not the crust!!) are her main food groups.

During her time as the Herald, Cece had a bit of a crush on Krem. She's still a little embarrassed about it 10 years later.

Toni had not one, but two Mabari tattoos. (And yeah, she could make them both bark.)

Toni was also a pretty good seamstress. She had a pair of patchwork pants that she originally made when she was twelve and just kept mending and altering over the years. Arden was convinced they were held together by magic.

Because of Cece's taste for cheese sandwiches, Arden has learned to fry up a good one (even though he doesn't eat dairy himself.) They may have become a bit of a cult classic among the Inner Circle.

On a sentimental (and possibly drunken) whim, I think Dorian gave Arden a pair of turquoise earrings. He was appalled when Arden actually wore them and he couldn't convince him to switch to emeralds.

I also made Loran and Mags because I have no self control but I'm hiding them down here

[deva-arts]

Yes

Sexiest man alive.

[pitchmoss]

𝔱𝖆𝔤𝖌𝔢𝖉 𝖇𝔶: @elgaravel 🌸 @gothimp 🖤 @jamessunderlandgf 🍄

pick an image of one of your ocs that best fits each category, you can even have multiple characters on one category, or even repeat a character for multiple categories. here is a link to the blank template. (i used this picrew)

𝔱𝖆𝔤𝖌𝔦𝖓𝔤: @kanos @bigbywlf @messmers

@druidgroves @poisoncrimsonoctopus & anyone who wants to do it and I didn't tag, I'm braindead rn </3

[andminnequin]

Pls give me a 5 star rating

[basket-of-cats-and-witches]

Sorrow Over Loyalty

Most likely this piece isn't for everyone. I have two Durges, and I wanted to write about how they met. It's my belief that the longer-lived a Bhaalspawn is, the more they learn to resist the Urge, or willingly give in.

Aelune uses they/them pronouns, whereas Lament uses he/him.

Content warning: gore, discussion of child death, trauma to do with those lines. There's a brief allusion to animal death, but I keep it VERY. BRIEF.

And now, to begin.

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There was a farmhouse on the outskirts of Neverwinter.

It was idyllic and ordinary.

Beautiful in the way simple things are, like the gold wheat that rippled in waves with the wind, bright against the sharp red and white of the old barn, paint slowly peeling away.

In the distance, the cows lowed, their voices plaintive and irritated.

Chickens strutted across the old dirt road, puffing their chests out and being as prideful as brainless birds could be.

Beneath the cornflower blue sky, nary a cloud to be seen, the chickens scattered, wary of an approaching stranger.

The bloodlust had called them here.

The sunlight bore down on their dark skin, making them wince. It was harsh on a body that had nearly forgotten the Underdark, sharply stabbing into their eyes.

Beneath their skin, their blood pounded, roaring in their ears like a battlecry.

Somewhere nearby was someone like them. A sacrifice needed to be made.

Aelune unsheathed their blades and walked further down the path, hidden from the main road by emerald crops.

The farmhouse was strangely quiet.

Aelune hadn't spent much time around places like this, but even they knew that the curtains shouldn't have been drawn, the chickens left unattended. There should have been dogs to bark and snarl and snap at their feet, alerting a master to their presence.

The stairs gave way with a loud creak.

Aelune stilled. There was no response.

Something was wrong, and beneath the violent bloodlust, their instincts screamed for them to back away.

They opened the front door and stepped inside.

The house was dark.

Something wet slicked beneath their feet, a bitter iron tang filling their nose and coating their tongue. They tried to step carefully, wincing every time something crunched and squelched.

The bloodlust pushed them further. Their prey was deeper inside, obscured by shadow.

Their ears pricked up, swiveling slightly as a muffled sob caught their attention.

There.

They stepped through to mercifully cleaner floors, into a bedroom.

A brightly quilted comforter draped across a bed covered in stuffed animals, from owlbears to dragons. Toys were tucked neatly into an old toybox, with peeling paint in a soft pink, clearly passed down from generation to generation.

Aelune noted these, and ignored them. Passing by lacy curtains and poorly done paintings of flowers, to the far corner of the room, obscured by the big bed.

There, they crouched down, blades in hand.

Big, crimson eyes stared up at them, watery with tears. The child wrapped himself around a stuffed rabbit, fur worn bare with love, nearly as big as he was.

He barely even had horn nubs, and although Aelune's experience with Tieflings was mostly post-mortem, they guessed him to be around ten at the latest.

“Are you here to kill me?” The child said.

Aelune frowned. The bloodlust began to reside, common sense rising to the surface. The boy was much too young to be aware of his own mortality.

And yet. He was Bhaalspawn, same as Aelune.

They tilted their head. “Do you want to be killed?”

The boy's eyes watered more, and fat tears rolled down his cheeks. “I killed them,” he whispered. His hands, a ruddy red, were flaked with dried blood. Streaks of it lingered in what was left of the bunny's cream fur.

“I know,” Aelune replied evenly. “We all do. People like you and me.”

The boy trembled, gripping the bunny tighter. “Discipline, Haven, Daddy…. they're all dead. I couldn't stop it. I was just so mad.” He looked up. “I've been bad. Really bad.”

“Do you want to die, then?” Aelune watched as the boy shuddered and shook his head.

“No”, he whispered. “The voice says it'll be empty and cold. That I'll be alone. That I'll be punished for being a c-c-coward.” Snot oozed out of his nose, but he didn't go to wipe it.

Aelune thought of their sisters, of a marble house in the deep Underdark, of a vicious mother and a trophy husband father.

How good it had felt.

How awful it was to remember the way their sisters had held their hands every day, relying on them to feel safe.

They set their swords down, and reached into their coat, pulling out a handkerchief.

“Blow,” they said firmly, pressing the cloth against the boy's nose.

He did so immediately.

“What's your name?” They asked, tossing the handkerchief towards an old laundry basket, pulling out a new one and wiping the boy's cheeks.

“L-Loyalty,” he said hoarsely.

Aelune frowned. That wouldn't do any longer. “From now on, you're Lament. You're mine. If you want to live, you'll do as you're told. If you don't, well…” they sighed. “I'll make it quick.”

Lament nodded. “What does that mean? La…la…”

“Lament,” Aelune finished. “It means regret. To be sad and wish you hadn't done something. To lament is to cry out about your past sins. It will serve as a reminder. You killed them. You will carry their memories. You will learn to control it.” They stood, picking up their blades and sheathing them before holding out their hand. “Come. Let's pack your things and we'll go.”

Lament grabbed their hand, his eyes wide and hopeful. “Can mister Scleritas come?” He gestured to the bunny, half-dragged across the floor.

Aelune's mouth twitched. “Only if he behaves,” they warned.

For just a moment, the stuffed bunny’s eyes glowed, and Aelune felt the weight of their threat received.

Not even an hour later, the boy and his stuffed bunny were carried out of the old farmhouse, into the quiet morning sun.

Here, the farmhouse would remain, idyllic as ever, its sins hidden in the shadows inside.

[icecreampizzer]

Sorry I don't have a valentine's thing to post I wasn't motivated enough </3 you know what I DID make though?!?! My original characters as things I'm currently into :] Playing dress-up with them is always fun :3 I matched their characters with their personalities!

(funny thing is, I could make parallels with a different IEYTD group with the first four guys. I might make that one too.)

[omgkalyppso]

[abesetacringe]

feeling rather silly so gonna post him👍👍👍 his name is Oscar

[safyresky]

Scrimbly Jacqueline 8/52: Frostmas Jacquie!

The thought cloud says "the AUDACITY of THIS BITCH" & it's Jack. Jack's the bitch in question >:3c

The Poll from last last week keeps on giving!

And with this scrimbly, is now COMPLETE!

Next week we have MORE fashion Jacquie: tscs edition >:). I've got a whole. THING for that and CS, specifically with the second season! I had started writing it before s2 but then s2 came out and I hmm'd for a bit then everything fell back in to place. So that'll be fun!!

Anyway! enjoy this Frostmas Jacquie! not much to say about her--she came out pretty fast during today's meeting lol. Needless to say, post-Frostmas, if she's ever in a pencil skirt again it'll be too soon. She's more of a fit and flare gal ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

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