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nanabanonana · 2 years
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Dnd was so fun. My character is fighting the moon for dominance. 😌
Hilarious sidenote: he gave two separate NPCs nervous breakdowns bc of the amount of potentially world-ending information he dumped on them.
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Caught up with Critical Role’s Campaign 3 and loved Fearne’s transformation and new powers!
This image immediately came to fruition…
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kidoblivion · 5 months
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Nana casts Beacon of Hope.
Pose taken from @adorkastock
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izuris · 5 months
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Drawing of @thembofae's Curse of Strahd character, Laraloi Seawood ♥
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touloserrrr · 7 months
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from any community!
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scalphobackup · 9 months
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diamiart · 2 months
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🌸Holiday I'm accepting commissions!
ARS= for Argentina
Dollar = any other country
🍓The bust costs 4500 ARS or 19 dollars per character.
🍓Half body costs 6500 ARS or 29 dollars per character.
🍓The full body costs 8500 ARS or 39 dollars per character.
Payment is made by Paypal or market payment by transfer.
You can choose the pose and clothes you want, also the expression, the background is similar to the examples.
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snekverse · 3 months
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 Hen of the Flock (Hen)
Campaign!Nana is a refugee from Tu'la who was forced from her home due to ever increasing discord and strife, wars between nations already claiming many lives including those of a few of her siblings. Despite this, she does her best to remain optimistic, hoping to provide safety and comfort to others that she herself rarely ever got.
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hydrangeyes · 7 months
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*has been playing stardew valley again and now has intense thoughts and ideas on sebastian and if he wasn't judged or brushed off as lazy making him retreat and stick to himself for the most part*
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britishassistant · 1 year
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POV: Ur a semi-retired tiefling bard trying to plot the downfall of the lord of the region but a pair of baby adventurers including a firbolg paladin who somehow always commits arson and a human rogue who stabs as a warning keep following you around to ask for quests and people have begun assuming you are somehow responsible for the little gremlins.
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nanabanonana · 2 years
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Love the whole few minutes the party spent freaking out about a letter they received from the sovereign, trying to guess what it's about and getting increasingly paranoid until one of the party is like, “wait didn't we give our names when we cleared the cathedral of the monsters??”
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shadowgasp · 2 years
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Laura and Liam giggling and whispering before Travis gets their attention by calling them “the twins”
:,)
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vampyvirtues · 1 year
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♡PLEASE READ BEFORE FOLLOWING !!♡
Making a new pinned 2 get some new moots now that I'm starting to get active on tumblr again!!!
Abt me...
Hi! My name is Bear, but I have quite a few other names that I prefer only closer moots use with me! :3
Other names: Fletcher, Sock, Link, Bones, Jester, Venom, Grizz, Vendetta, Heavy, Ghostface, Deirdre, Hawke, K.O., Circe, Cloud, Scott, Lain, Nadia, Valentine
I'm agender and I go by rot/it/they/he pronouns, Most compliments/Gendered terms on me are fine except for terms like "Cute" or "Monarch".
I'm bi aroace.
I'm neurodivergent and mentally ill.
I am 20 years old turning 21 in November!
We should be moots if you like...
Dungeons and Dragons
Dragon Age
Red Dead Redemption 2
Music ( just as a topic in general, I love quite a bit of music feel free to talk to me abt it)
OK K.O.!
Adventure Time
Fallout 4
Night in The Woods
Ib
Misao
Mad Father
Serial Experiments Lain
Pokemon
Nana
Brokeback Mountain
Sonic franchise (ESPECIALLY THE MOVIES)
Speaking of sonic franchise I also really really like the sonic fandubs
Creepypasta
Webseries' by Film Cow
Films (Horror and comedy are my favorite genres mostly)
ARGs
Lupin III: The First
Over the Garden Wall
The Walking Dead Telltale Series
Persona franchise
Ace Attorney
Art
Monster of the Week
Jerma
Markiplier
Manlybadasshero
Theatre (Musical/Drama idrc)
Battleblock Theatre
Vocaloids
Bears (The animal mostly)
Carebears
DNI if you are / support...
Under the age of 17
Pewdiepie
Racist
Antisemitic
Fascist
Misogynistic
Homophobic
Transphobic
Transmed
TERF
Ableist
Don't support/Make fun of xenogenders and neopronouns
Brendon Urie
J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter franchise
Engage in cringe culture
Pro-life
Blue lives matter
If you are in anyway a bootlicker
MAPS
DreamSMP
Anti-indigenous
Pro-Ship
Exclusionist
Don't support nonbinary lesbians/ lesbians that use he/him pronouns
Come up with the most petty discourse ever
Basically if you're a decent human being you can follow xx
Pro- ED/Ana/etc.
Kinlist...
☆Here☆
Feel free to ask me any questions!!! So excited to make some new moots on here xoxo!🐻
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kidoblivion · 11 months
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Morel (right) © ItsaTiepo
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touloserrrr · 7 months
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hey- been feeling very lonely lately so uh, if anyone was to add my discord that would be v nice;
touloserrr (name is izu/jay)
I will # some of my interests
(deleted and reposted cos misspelled my own user😭)
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shalalalalaw · 7 months
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"What will you do now?"
Yor spits ash from his mouth, knees sinking in the snow, and he squints at the fey hovering at his side. Their voice is loud and clear where their form isn't.
It hurts to look at them now, despite them becoming his...benefactor. They feel indistinct. Looking as a willow's leaves billowing in the wind - wispy and airy. Whether they still count as his patron when he can already feel their warming fire fade from his fingertips and their name slip his mind, he's not so sure. Their contract has already been fulfilled.
Yor opens his mouth and instantly regrets it, the fresh burn across his face pulling unpleasantly.
The fey tsk's and a touch like his sister's numbing poultices covers the raised skin and he tries not to think about her. About leaving her behind in a hell of her own design with their Matron Mother's corpse and an entire House that would be turning to her. The burn stings even more in the cold. It was her choice. "This will scar. Hope you won't mind a pinch here and there."
Yor carefully brushes the archfey's hand away, wary of accepting favours he hasn't agreed to, "No."
He made the first contact for a reason. It was a simple transaction, for a reason. So he would be free.
"So, what's next?" The fey's voice rumbles low in their throat, unperturbed, and Yor catches a glimpse of warm, honey brown eyes as they lean away.
Yor rises to his feet, unsteady, unwieldy and much too stiff after running through half of Menzoberranzan and a good portion of the surrounding area before he was whisked away in the fey's arms with their laughter ringing in Yor's ears as the Carnak Manor burned behind them. The stinging snow wasn't doing his joints any favours either.
Yor blinks and refocuses on the fey, then away when their face swirls in nauseating patterns. He leans against the closest tree. He's so cold, with nothing but the singed clothes on his back and, oh, he really didn't think this through enough, "Why do you care?"
The fey laughs, booming, "You called for freedom! You craved to lose the chains holding you in the dark. You gave it all away, for a chance at this. I could do no less than answer. And now I hold everything you ever were, and everything you could have been down there in the gloom of Menzoberranzan. Is it so difficult to believe I want to know how you want to live now? To see you thrive?"
The scowl pulls horribly at Yor's burn but he holds it, "And what would you ask in return to know that?" The prospect of breaking past the constraints of Drow society, only to end under an archfey's thumb and dancing to their tune instead fills Yor with bitter sort of despair. He'd rather die.
They pause, and Yor feels more than sees the fey sink until their feet touch the ground.
"Nothing. Not truly. I know you. In a way you can't really grasp right now. But I want to know what you will see. What you will experience. How you will become yourself..."
Yor can hear something in their voice. Rue. A reserved sort of bitterness.
"...I always forget what it means to be yourself."
His brow furrows at their words. They walk precisely two steps, to stand before Yor where he can't avoid looking at their form that seems like a warped mirror - all colours and no form. Yor tries to focus on them through the glamour - if it even is one. He saw them just fine earlier this evening, when they answered his call, so why can he no longer see through it-
"It's a favour I'm asking for myself. Being selfish."
A flash of red. Bright against the snow, especially under starlight to Yor's eyes, so used to the Underdark.
"Let me come with you. Learn of the world away from the Feywild through your eyes, someone who also hasn't been here before. Let me experience this at your side."
A wide, brilliant smile.
"You'll have a companion to match any of them, a friend if you want one."
Yor blinks. They're short. At least, compared to Yor.
"That is my 'bargain', if you could call it that, Yor."
And they've been waving their hands all this time, almost pleading with him. Sturdy arms, with strong forearms and wide palms.
"I want a... a companionship."
A strong jawline, speckled with freckles of all things.
"I want to see how one can be themselves. So maybe I can learn to not forget how to be me again."
They are so earnest. It cuts away Yor's breath, as his teeth start to chatter.
And they are breathless. Looking at him with a plea that mirrors the one Yor was giving them earlier. Resolute, unafraid. Asking for a future.
And they laugh at his silence, "And, I guess, if that couldn't convince you, after everything of you that I have and know before it changes too much, then nothing else can?"
He can see their eyes clearly now, so warm...
"N-no, nothing else can..."
Oh, how beautiful their eyes look, even as they return to resigned placidity.
"But you won't need anything else."
Putting the stars to shame, they do.
"...oh, you're horrid!"
And they laugh, shoving him back and Yor can't help a little smile even as he sways precariously in place. His legs are numb and his hands are trembling, but he's transfixed.
"Then say my name! Call me to your side, and we'll have an adventure all our own."
Yor raises a brow, "With no contract? No... t-transaction?"
The fey shrugs, "Only if you wish for one. I won't demand anything more for this. You give me a place to be, I give you a friend to have."
"That simple?"
"It can be. It's how I am. Forgetting my nature when I can is how I live. That at least, I never forget."
Yor chuckles, "You, Shi'iduvelan Aran, are t-too odd for your own good."
And she smiles.
"And since that's a mouthful, you should call me Shi'n. Now come here, let me get you warmed up."
Yor thinks he laughs as he passes out in Shi'n's arms.
Finally free. To make horrible choices, maybe. But they are his.
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