#reposting from side blog

[singularshark]

St. Sebastian

[ode2shay]

Dnd x CoD Gaz

I have no strong feelings on what fantasy race Gaz would be, but I do believe that given all of his experiences in the game that he is a Paladin. Sticking to regiments and rules for the greater good but struggling with the realization that sometimes rules need to be bent and broken to get the job done. I imagine he’s been training to follow in his fathers footsteps for as long as he could remember. His family has served as knights to the crown for ages. A pact made between ancestors that has yet to be unfruitful for their people. His father was a well-respected man within their order, and the expectation to be a carbon copy of him weighs heavy on Gaz. Feeling like he is suffocating within his studies and training at home, he asks to be sent out, wishing to help with some of the kingdom’s troubles. It’d be good to strengthen relations with the outer villages and towns further from the capital, and Kyle got the much needed opportunity to breath stretch his legs. He’s not expecting anything more major than helping locals with petty thieves or acting as an impartial judge for disputes, and for a while, he was correct. After finishing with a smaller town, Gaz plans to head to the largest settlement on the border and meet up with some of their order for a check-in. He'd been out of his fathers reach for 3 months now, and Kyle wanted nothing more than to stay out on the road. His trip into the city is interrupted by attacks from their neighboring kingdom. There’s no better excuse to avoid his father than a war. ((I’m rotating the 141 in my head and building them like a Dnd party at this point))

[seagiri]

It’s her birthday

[loolilyumm]

Side Order WIP!

[amaryllis-sagitta]

Astarion: having a deep, cathartic moment full of mixed, long-pent-up emotions, where the pain and grief after his old life have a witness and can be finally released, which in turn takes him into a mild hypomanic state where relief, love, hopefulness and the horny intermingle, focused on the single person who's been there for him on that journey and saw the best version of him all along

Baldur's Gate Cemetery Caretaker:

[flowersintheimpala69]

[corrodedparadox]

Havin some ppl reach out asking about accounts that are possibly reposting my work without permission so here are all of my accounts, if my art is posted on anything else here it be stolen

@anchovy - main

@the-magnus-protocol - horror/ tma fixation acc

@tinkerbull - art inspo/aesthetic

[torantuga]

hi! my evolution of mk is insane cause damn girl how r u so shaped now...

like, look at mty 1st mk drawing and compare it to my newest one (which is a spoiler kinda. for my next post. whoops.)

i know she had WAY more details back then, esp in the face, cause i rlly liked making the blush. but im way more comfortable w my style now, tho i do miss the certain unique elements that came from it (my style is still unique btw, i never truly "changed" my technique, i just went into the more simple artstyle route) (im just more polished now.... how tf did i post unpolished pieces like that gee)

[tgmsunmontue]

Hangster sketches January 2025

[pookielious]

"I'm alright, I'm alright — am I alright???"

""Yeah you feel alright?"

"Yeah quit looking at me like that"

PLEASHE WHY CANT YOU GUYS JUST FLIRT LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE ??

[minuspluvea]

The Bedrock. part 26 (or chapter 128) comic from 2022!

[admdiamond]

recent commissions :D

Thank you so much <3

[ode2shay]

CoD x Dnd Soap brainworms

Soap being a rough and tumble street kid who gets in more trouble just for being a tiefling. He’s a human born teif, some grand-grand father having made a deal with a Cambion that was vying for power over an age ago. He’s different, but his parents still love him. Soap’s innate spell casting and curiosity have led him into trouble on plenty of occasions, the apex of which was nearly blowing up the forge in their city. The incident nearly got him kicked out of the city if it wasn’t for the owner setting up a deal with his family that worked out in everyone’s favor. Soap interned at the forge, due to his hellish nature, he could withstand the heat better. This also gave him the opportunity to tinker around with scraps. His tinkering and magic skills grew under the tutelage of the Forgemaster, and it wasn’t long before he was being scouted by the crown. He was offered a higher education and more training in exchange for working with the Crowns Artificers. He flies through his courses impressing his teachers easily and no one is surprised when he's offered a position, what does surprise people is when he declines the cushy city job and asks to be placed with an in field unit. Soap sites his want to help people directly and sitting in meetings here wouldn’t allow him to do so. It takes time for them to consider his request, Soaps prowess was sought after in the city, and many would have preferred to have him spearhead larger projects or oversee manufacturing of his designs. It’s only when trouble starts on the edge of the kingdom that they agree to have him assigned to a group in the area. He’s there when hell breaks loose. He loses more than half of his squad and probably would have lost his own life if it wasn’t for a masked stranger that swooped in at the last second.

[rotatesmymindscape]

Heads up! I'm moving to a new blog. It will likely still use my current user name and this one's name will be swapped out then eventually deleted

[nini-dirthara-lothlenanas]

About Her

Different Characters telling their Story how they met my Tav and DnD Character Niqesse. First of POV Raphael 725 Words + Art >>AO3 Link<<

PoV Raphael

The first time I laid my eyes on her, I knew her. Like a hunter knows its prey. Her scent was airy and delicate sweet, with a familiar hint of roses and vanilla. Her long silver hair framing her pale gentle face and a white silky dress covering her fragile skin. Her steps were light and her dress trailed behind her. Her pale blue eyes captured my own that burn like amber even in this form of mine.

As I knew her, she knew me. There was no other possible way that a creature like her would be so blind as not to notice my true nature. A celestial being walking amongst sheep and a fox ready to out smart them all.

The night she appeared on my play grounds she started to meddle in my affairs. Some of my prey she won over, some she could just simply not save, for them I was their only hope and savor. Yet she treated me no different than any other. A fool she was. For I am not like the others.

This became our little game. A dance that we performed to its perfection. It went on for weeks and we haven't exchanged a single word, not once. Till one evening.

It was a whimsical masquerade ball of one of the dukes in Baldur's Gate. All of high society was there and so was she. Even with her mask on I could spot her between all of those fools. The evening went on with its music and dances, neither of us took part in this charade. Around the later hours she was swarmed by nobles, their eyes glued to her lips when she spoke and certainly no innocent thought on their minds. An unbearable scene, truly. Of course I had to step in and save her from those boring mortals, I was her only hope.

I stole her away to the dance floor where we conversed for the first time. We made ourselves known to each other and I locked her name away, keeping it for all eternity.

The song couldn't have ended soon enough, there was tension between us. Something unspoken beneath the politeness, something feral and pure and as soon as the music stopped I dragged her away into an unvisited room, far off limits for guests.

My touch on her skin was burning hot and left soft red spots on her pale shade, yet she didn't flinch when I placed my hands on her thighs and under her dress, tracing her curves slowly and precisely. Her chest rose and fell heavily with every breath she took. She held onto my garb and pulled me closer, but her look told a whole different story than her determined pull. There was a desperate silent cry in her expression, utterly helpless and uncertain. She knew how wrong this was, she knew that there could be consequences, but she didn't run away and I would not have let her if she wanted to. It was too late. I tasted her, I explored every inch of her body, I claimed her. She is mine.

This became our new little game for every event we accidentally visited both. But everything has its price. And at some point she stopped coming to my play grounds, nor did she show up to any events. She was untraceable, until I got summoned by… let's call them her family. There she was, caged like an animal, her white wings chained to the wall, unable to move.

Her kind wasn't too joyful about our alignment, so much so that they decided to kill her. But she didn't belong to them, she belongs to me. I made them a deal and a contract was forged that night.

She fell.

And I held her, I held her till the morning. Her white feathers turned black and slowly disappeared after. Even her silver hair turned as black as night and not a single strand remained untainted. She cried bitter tears, till there were no more left and as her face dried she started to forget. And in the morning she didn't remember why she fell from grace, she didn't remember me and I could not tell her. The contract was forged and I am bound to it. She has to remember herself. She has to.

[amaryllis-sagitta]