#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

[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:

[warcrimesimulator]

Wolf taxidermy diorama at the Denver Museum of Nature and Science

Photo by Scorpions and Centaurs

[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)

[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

[leatafandom]

Maybe Next Year  

Rating: Teen 

Word Count: 1,107

Warnings and Tags: prompt spring, Gabriel and Loki, Lokiel if you squint, I'm squinting, flowers, grief, dealing with loss, hurt/comfort, angst

Author Notes: I just had to write something for my favorite archangel but, ugh, my brain is sad, guys. I tried to make it less sad, but you know it is what it is. The muse is resisting this month. I hope you enjoy probably the only non-smutty, non-horror thing I write this month. Happy Reading.

Summary: They really need to stop meeting, but Loki couldn't help the twinge of attachment to the ancient being that shared his face, and Gabriel didn't want to let go of the last person he had that knew him.

Written for @spnarchangelweek Monday’s Prompt: Spring

Read, Maybe Next Year, Rated Teen, in full below or on my Ao3.

*note, this story (and all of my others) on Ao3 is locked for registered Ao3 users.

Maybe Next Year  

The flowers looked so different down here, the colors were so vibrant and full. Their petals were so soft and fragile. On the eve of spring, Gabriel would lay in the fields for days, just waiting, wanting to see them the moment they bloomed. The archangel was content to soak in the calls of new life as birds hatched, and little ones began to crawl among the rebirth of the plant life. 

The newly hidden archangel would lay still for days under the warming rays of the spring sun, soaking in the heat that had been absent all winter. After years of assuming Loki's life, it became a new tradition, one that no one questioned. As the years continued to pass, Gabriel continued to solemnly bear witness to the arrival of spring. 

The calm of witnessing life return to the thawing world, offering peace to his turbulent grace. As he got more used to the world of pagans and man, a place displaying the natural beauty of the world his Father had made became a place he could always be found, at least once a year. After a while, it became the only time Loki would track him down, knowing the archangel couldn't be moved until the last of the wildflowers were in full bloom. 

“Hello handsome.”

Gabriel hummed, eyes opening to see Loki hovering over him. “One day that will get old,” he teased, squinted up at the pagan who was blocking his sun. 

“I imagine so,” the god chuckled, “but that day is not today,” he added as he crouched by the archangel's head. “I brought you honey cakes.” 

Gabriel smiled, pushing away the lingering sadness within him at the god's appearance. “You always do,” he said, leaning up on his elbows, sitting up among the tall grass.

“Don't tell me I've become predictable in my hiding,” Loki chuckled, splitting the parcel with him. He gave the archangel a once over before looking out over the tall grass, the forest that encroached the field to the right, and the nearly ready to bloom flowers surrounding them. “Excellent spot this year, feathers.” His gaze coasted over the cliffs and rocks to the left of the lush greens of the meadow before looking back down at the cakes. 

Gabriel released a pleased sound at the god’s approval, taking in the view as he sat up fully. “I thought so, I haven't been here in a while,” his eyes went back to the pagan he shared a face with as Loki fed him the first bite of the cake before handing him more. “I almost thought you weren't coming this year,” he said around the mouthful. 

Loki's eyes roved over the other, watching him eat so naturally and remembering when the being had hated the food of man. 

“Thought about it,” he admitted, watching Gabriel frown at him and shrugged. “Then came anyway,” he grumbled, looking away from him.

Gabriel nodded slowly in understanding, looking back down at the spongy cake, licking the crumbs from his lips. He bit back the ache in his grace at the coming loss. He felt like he had lost so much until he had found Loki, too much. The celestial took another bite as he chewed slower, savoring the taste and trying to push down the pain of losing Loki too. 

The god couldn't and wouldn't coddle him forever. 

“Maybe next year,” the celestial mumbled, looking back out across the green that would be bursting with color come morning.  

Loki nodded with him and sighed. “Maybe next year,” he agreed, though uncertainty seemed to haunt his tone. 

If Gabriel was meant to be him, they couldn't keep being together. They both knew that the archangel didn't need his guidance any longer. It made more sense to stop seeing each other. It was why they had decided to meet fewer and fewer times until they only had the spring. However, they knew that soon they wouldn't have that either. 

The day passed slowly by the immortals, neither talking but both thinking about it. Gabriel stared at the birds Raphael had loved as they flew to their nests, watching them among the trees. His lips twitched as loss ripped through his grace, remembering the paradise that had once been here. His eyes closed against it as Loki sat beside him, soaking in the sadness that radiated from the celestial as they listened to the calls of birds and the chirps of bugs around them. The pagan looked to him as the sun started to sink behind the horizon, watching as the colors of the fading sun filled the sun. Gabriel blinked, feeling the pagan's eyes on him, and offered a weak smile that Loki returned with ease. 

“Tell me then,” Loki said, studying his face on the archangel. “How is my life treating you?” He asked, kicking his boot against Gabriel's leg and breaking the silence they had fallen into.

Gabriel smiled wide, leaning against the god as he turned to watch the colors of the sky dance over the cliffs. “Fantastic,” he uttered, knowing the god wouldn't want to hear how much he still ached, how lonely he was without him, wanting to be grateful. “Thank you.” 

Loki’s smile turned coy, a humorless laugh leaving him, knowing his own face too well. 

“You really need to work on your lying.” 

Loki heaved a sigh and Gabriel hung his head. The archangel pressed his lips together, palms rubbing into his eyes as the deity wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer. The pagan didn't look away from Gabriel, the archangel's smile faltering and failing as he patted his side. 

“That was atrociously angelic of you,” he added, holding the archangel tighter.  

Gabriel’s shoulders tensed and shook, and Loki held him closer. The archangel pressed his heels into his eyes, letting out a rough groan of heartache. 

“Maybe not next year?” The celestial whispered into his hands as Loki bent to press his lips to his crown.

Loki held the lonely being to him, guiding Gabriel to lay his head on his lap. His eyes rolled over the ancient being who curled his legs to his chest as he lay his head down hiding his face, before tilting his head back to watch the moon rise and shine over them. His lips twitched as he rubbed Gabriel's arm, listening to the sounds of the archangel's heartache as it joined the chorus of life that filled the crisp spring night air. 

“No,” Loki hummed, fingers interlocking with Gabriel's over the archangel's trembling chest, his other combing through his hair. “Probably not next year…”

[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.

[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]

[warcrimesimulator]

Chiva Congelado

[lucky38-2077]

A fugitive