#oc warlock

[makoredeyes]

Oops my DIM loadout names were supposed to just be cheeky jokes but they've become a bullet list of Damien's best personality traits. (Minus the bondage thing honestly. That's there ironically. He's insisting I clarify that. He's vanilla.)

[acesknights]

Some doodles i did recently of warlock 🫶

First one being when he was 19 years old while the second one being a more current time one of him [set some time around 2022-2024]

[disarmonia]

Wyll Ravengard ❤️‍🔥 Painted this completely unplanned and unexpected portrait last night. I guess the heavy rain traditionally brought me inspiration after all, even though it's now really hard to not read all sound of thunder as explosions. Unfortunately russian attacks on our homes happen more often than thunderstorms. Wonder if this will ever go back to normal. Either way, happy with our handsome boy, excited to do more BG3 art when I have more time between commissions and charity work. If you like my art, consider tipping! MY TIP JARS HERE ❤️‍🩹

[vivtanner]

Jaimie as a Rogue/Hexblade Warlock 🔥✨

[little-red-fool]

Astarion you’re not the most dangerous thing in this two-man party.

Edit: Please don’t ship them Pascal is aroace and they hate each other.

Part 2 (CW: body horror)

[chaoticcomposition]

like a house on fire 🔥

[ninamodaffari]

So happy to finally show off my final piece for the Tome of Pacts zine I feature in.

This is Hagne, the Herald of Rot, and faithful servant to her Patron, Cicardia. Her look was inspired by several things -- death masks, pomegranates, worn bronze, flies and centipedes. The butterflies she carries feed on death and decay. Hagne herself felt the cold embrace of the grave, but was blessed to find herself given another chance. She will not fail.

I am so honored to have been a part of this project, and this is one of my favorite pieces to date. I hope you guys enjoy it as well. :)

[iingezo]

Filianore for @wisperos !

[mo-mo-ru-art]

There are sacrifices she is willing to make

[snejkha]

My girlie Ophelia in some of her outfits/

[leidensygdom]

New blorbo time! Say hello to Krusa, they're an air / earth genasi warlock, with an icy theme~ I really wanted a needlessly opalescent character and they were the perfect subject for it. They also happen to be related to Relent, because that family tree is neverending

[canarydraws]

Hey

[acesknights]

Late night smoke

- Oc x Canon [Warlock x Phillip Graves]

Word count: 1249 words [1.2k]

Summary: Warlock goes out for a late night smoke, eventually Graves finds him and they enjoy eachothers company for a while

Notes: kinda ill right now so I've barely slept but at least I've written some good food for once <3

♠️ Fic bellow cut + translation at end ♠️

It wasn't unusual for warlock to be out this late at night while on leave, his hair loosely tied up - a few stray strands laying free on his face. He would've let down his hair down by now with how late it was into the night but there just was a certain soft breeze in the air that had just felt too nice when it softly passed by his face, to which he decided to keep the bun in. This same breeze was blowing the smoke from his lit cigarette that lay in between his pointer and middle finger.

He wasn't much of a smoker, didn't consider himself one anyways but then again he didn't consider himself many things which in turn - from an outsiders point of view, made him look like a hypocrite to an extent.

Perhaps he did smoke from time to time, let his mind wander as he watched the smoke drift off and mix into the outside air. Each swirling pattern being different from the last.

He hadn't smoked in a while if anything, his ex-wife always nagging at him to quit whenever she caught him. She'd always tell him that either the smoking would kill him early or his work would. To keep her happy he did quit, emphasis on the /did/.

She'll never know now how that ends now, probably for the better anyways.

The silence during the night had been something Warlock had needed, something that he found Suprisingly odd to come to terms to. Then again, being in the military isn't a quiet job now is it.

Either way, that silence was broken when the door to the porch, that he stood barefoot on, was opened - he didn't bother turning around and instead brought the cigarette down from his lips, his hands over the railing.

"there you are ady,"

There was that southern tone he grew to love, the nickname - he's working on loving that too. Warlock heard graves walk over to the railing and had felt graves bring his arm around the others waist, running his thumb gently over his hip.

He cleared his throat before he spoke, a soft smile on his lips as he felt graves' small affections towards him. He always did cherish these much smaller things from him. "Did i wake you? Sorry, tried to be quiet about it"

This brought a small chuckle from Graves before he turned his head to look at warlock. Taking the cigarette off from him and taking a drag from it, earning a small playful scoff from the other.

"hm, to an extent hun. Felt ya leave the bed so i got curious"

A small nod followed with a hum came from warlock before he took his cigarette back from Graves. Playfully rolling his eyes at the other, "that curiosity also led you to steal my cigarette too?"

His right brow raised at this question towards the other, always finding it fun to mess with him. Graves had supressed a laugh at this before he retracted his arm from warlocks waist, linking his own hands together.

"perhaps, dont plan on staying out here too long so it would just be a waste if i lit one m'self" a small shrug had followed after this from the southern man before he had turned around to lean against the said metal railing, preferring to have the small gusts of wind off from hitting him straight face on.

"besides, ya love me too much to be mad at me for stealin' it" a quick yet still noticeable wink came from graves as he patted warlock's shoulder, silently signalling to the other that he was to leave.

"hmn- za bardzo," Warlock had muttered before he took a final drag of the cigarette, the ember glowing bright in the darkness of the late evening before putting it out on the railing. Graves watched him quietly as he did so, the moonlight casting a soft glow on his features. "Wait," Warlock murmurs towards him, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with an urgency that Graves just couldn't ignore right now. Both of their eyes had met, a silent exchange between them two. Graves had stopped in his tracks, cocking his head to the side slightly to show his interest.

Warlock on the other hand had inched his way over to the southern man and grabed a handful of the other's t-shirt, bringing him into a quick yet loving kiss onto his lips. Both of them bringing themselves closer towards the other to try feel each others warmth more while outside - the taste of the cigarette hung on warlock's lips as graves had kissed the Pole back, bringing his hands to cup his partners cheeks. He felt the rough texture of the facial scarring beneath his fingertips, his touch being a mix of being tender yet still careful incase they still hurt.

Warlock had leaned into Graves' touch, the warmth of his calloused hands being a soothing contrast to the lingering discomfort of the scars he had gotten not so long ago. Graves pulled back slightly from the kiss, his eyes searching Warlock's for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. But instead, he found nothing but warmth and longing reflected back at him.

"adrian.."

Graves muttered out, his voice quiet and soft-spoken compared to his more louder tone.

"come back inside, jest za zimno tutaj"

Warlock had quickly responded back, taking graves' hand into his and began leading them away from the porch and back inside the small building that warlock called 'his temporary home'. The small romantic moment didn't last long as he found himself back into their shared bed once more almost immediately, a small series of soft kisses being planted on his jaw down to his collar bone. Making warlock let out a small breath at this unexpected affection from the other.

"You're so needy you know that Phil, tak?"

This caused graves to pause in his tracks and look up at the brunette, a slightly unamused look in his eyes before placing a final kiss onto warlocks shoulder.

Graves had moved to be sat up now besides warlock, grabbing the bed's duvet that was thrown to the other side of the bed. "Wow, me - needy? 'm just making up for lost time Ady. Besides, you seemed to enjoy it."

"Flattery will get you nowhere but the couch Phillip. Although, not the worst thing in the world to get." a yawn had left warlock as he took the hair tie out from his hair, letting his hair fall down to just above his shoulders once more, running his hand through it to comb it out from his face. Warlock's more playful remark lingered in the air - eliciting a soft chuckle from Graves while he watched Warlock's movements with a soft smile, his own fatigue mirrored in the heavy droop of his eyelids. He soon reached out to Warlock, pulling him closer until they were nestled against each other - their bodies practically melting into eachothers' embrace, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he savored the warmth and comfort of being in Graves' arms again.

Graves was about to try get the last say in it all but had warlock beat him to it with a small muttered "Idź spać Fillip, za dużo gadasz" Which put a confused look onto graves' face for a moment before he had decided to let the comment slide for the night.

Translations:

Za bardzo - too much

Jest za zimno tutaj - it's too cold here

Tak - yes

Idż spać Fillip, za dużo gadasz - go to sleep Phillip, you talk too much

[aizel-kon]

An illustration of DnD OC Velki I had the pleasure of creating for Dukedarkflame. <3

[zephyrbug]

Finished commission for Kassandra of her character Recreant 🔮💚⚜️

The premise of this commission was to make a design inspired by my own character ‘The Hemlock Witch’!!! So it was really fun to take some inspo from an old fav of mine! 🫶

[little-red-fool]

How Astarion found out that Pascal’s a warlock.

Edit: Please don’t ship them Pascal is aroace and they hate each other.

Part 1