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eydika · 6 months
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some fallen heehoo art from this year :)
@eskcl @andr0leda @kittlesandbugs
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askweisswolf · 1 year
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@eskcl was a total sweetheart who surprised me with a commission of my Sidestep Mary Gillis for my birthday! Thank you so much!
Art done by the as always lovely @jroahn, thank you so much as well! Mary looks absolutely gorgeous!
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gingerbreton · 2 months
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only nearly a month late i'm finally posting the step smooches from oc kiss week! Thank you for letting me steal your lovely steps, they were all an absolute delight to draw!
Caleb - @mihqorio
Antoine - @punkranger
Cynthia
Gigi - @askweisswolf
Theo - @eskcl
Riley - @kittlesandbugs
Kai - @the-rebel-archivist
Dawn - @eydika
Mallory - @griever-receiver
Levi - @lazyvoyager
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sidestepping · 10 months
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unusual muse associations
@astarien​ tagged me for this (thank youuu) and I did it for Una ages ago so. Time to break out an obscure contextless blorbo ♡ tagging: @gingerbreton​, @rab-bitly​, @cowboy-eldritch​, @m3k-sketches​, @silvery-bluish​, @punkrangerdraws​, @griever-receiver​​​, @euelios​, @eskcl​, @kittlesandbugs​, @mihqorio​, @eydika​ and anyone who’s interested really! (also--sorry for tagging you on a character you don’t know--ignore this, I am just LOOKING for your lore)
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“Pulse” (Afkar Basran); Blades in the Dark.
SEASONING: black salt and, idk, bile? Is this seasoning used for food or dark rituals? Most importantly, does it matter? WEATHER: lightning on a foggy night. COLOUR: velvet black, transparent blue-white, veil grey. SKY: mist-black, cloudy and starless. MAGICAL POWER: spirit attunement, necromantic communication. PLANT: skeleton flowers (which mean both mysticism and joy). WEAPON: Victorian coffin nails; more generally, creepy-ass vibes. SUBJECT: spectrology, ritual practices. SOCIAL MEDIA: whatever the Blairwitch Project Witch uses these days. (This is a joke. Pulse would never willingly socialise.) MAKEUP PRODUCT: soot. CANDY: specifically Halloween candy, disgusting and leaky and contained in one of those evil weird-textured pumpkin-shaped plastic baskets. FEAR: loss of self, neuro-degeneracy and dementia. ICE CUBE SHAPE: flaked ice. METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: a light-weight, curtain-windowed hansom. ART STYLE: exactly what Nicola Samori has going on (dark baroque, with corrosive and scraping manipulations on oil painting). MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Owls acting as psychopomps. PIECE OF STATIONERY: a bone-handled inkblotter. THREE EMOJIS: 🦉🦴👻 CELESTIAL BODY: The moon (as the home of the dead).
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punkranger · 3 months
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WIP Whenever
was tagged by @the-rebel-archivist and @kittlesandbugs unfortunately most stuff i've been working on have been gifts so can't show them, but here's a part of some pose practise that is almost done, don't think i'll colour them but i'll see
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tagging @eskcl, @idlenight and @aurrieattorney
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codenameyan · 1 year
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Hattie for @girlwondersteph (as a gift from @eskcl).
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the-rebel-archivist · 9 months
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Tagged by @astarien to make my impending Tav in a picrew with this picrew so here’s Lythrana, my drow rogue I started early access with and who I’ll take into launch
If you’d like to join in, tagging @alienasuranas @eskcl @girlwondersteph and anyone who has a Tav they want to share!
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drowkarios · 9 months
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Tagged by @the-rebel-archivist, @alienasuranas, and @eskcl to make my Tav for the upcoming BG3! This is Nym, a knowledge cleric of Selune who works in conservation and restoration of religious artifacts. A hundred-odd years of single-minded service to our Lady of Silver has left its mark on her, with her hair and eyes having silvered over completely. The buns are a poor attempt to emulate her sort of stick-up hairstyle, lol.
Tagging anyone who sees this and wants to do it!
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eydika · 3 months
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it's smoochin time
@mihqorio @eskcl @marshalortega
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eydika · 3 months
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dream big fart loud 😔✊
commission for @eskcl
cringe fail charge merch version under the cut
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askweisswolf · 1 month
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I legit forgot I had this in my Agatha folder so uh... yeah, here it is, these idiots own all my braincells. Art by @the-upper-shelf and special thanks to @eskcl for helping me put this together.
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sidestepping · 9 months
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Okay, I was tagged by @astarien​ for a picrew round of my Tav, so here’s Hero. She’s a lyre-wielding bard and useless because I fucked her over on constitution. Godspeed, noodletweet, and cling to your word of healing I guess.
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(POV you told her we're going camping VS. you made the mistake of opening your coat and flashed your fat purse)
And I'll tag... @eskcl, @mihqorio, @kittlesandbugs (when you'll have yours!), @gingerbreton and @astarien (you can do several of them it's fine), @cowboyan and @niceguar. AND anyone who feels like it, I'd love to see!
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codenameyan · 1 year
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Sidestep Theo for @eskcl
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askweisswolf · 3 months
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WIP... Wednesday...?
I was tagged by @sidestepping and @the-rebel-archivist and I actually just finished this last night, so why not, I'll throw the whole thing up and hurt everyone with it all at once. Just some general Durge thoughts on my boy Oriel, no spoilers.
I think the usual folks have been tagged but I'll still tag @eskcl, @ohmypawsandwhiskers, @griever-receiver, @jellydishes, @the-darkness-does-not-bargain, and @lexa-griffins if any of you need a nudge with writing or art, and of course anyone who sees this post is free to respond!
“Why did you do it?”
You look into the face of a man you don’t remember and try to think of a reply.
You’re dreaming; you realize that immediately, because only in dreams do you ever feel like this. Disconnected, on the outside, a stranger watching in the shadows. Most nights you either don’t dream at all or your dreams are violent, jumbled things that make no sense; darkness, running, screams. So many screams. Some nights you wake up in a panic, thinking you’ve blacked out again and the screams are your companions.
This dream is different, though. This dream is sunny, warm, hazy around the edges. You’re smaller in this dream, compared to the others. It’s a strange sensation to be so small, when you know you should be bigger. Your knuckles are bloody and bruised, but it’s your blood. Mostly your blood.
“Oriel.” The man’s voice is soft, but you can’t meet his gaze. You stare down at your hands, at the dried blood. You don’t feel a thrill now, looking at the result of your handiwork; all that curls in your stomach is shame. It’s a foreign feeling.
You remember now, you think. You got into a fight. You should have stopped–you were winning. Winning is easy, when you’re as big as you are. You’re smaller than you one day will be, but you’re still bigger than you should be, and it just feels so good when you get into a fight. The scent of blood, the sound of broken bones, the screams–
“It was my fault.” Another voice, over the man’s shoulder. Your eyes jerk up, but you can’t make out the features of the boy speaking; he’s close, but his features are blurred, faded in a way you can’t place. “Those boys were pushing me, I should have just tried to get away–”
“I hit them,” you say abruptly. You don’t know why, but this boy taking the blame for your actions bothers you. “They were being mean, so I hit them.”
The man breathes in, quietly; you tentatively meet his gaze. “And you didn’t stop,” he says.
His features are just as fuzzy as the other boy’s, but his eyes are clear. Sharp, but warm. “I didn’t stop,” you confess, and this time you hold his gaze.
The man sighs at that, and you brace yourself for his response. He shifts, tugs a bowl of water closer, and gently dips a piece of cloth in it; when he brings it to your bloodied knuckles you hiss, but stay still.
He doesn’t say anything, as he cleans your wounds. Somehow that feels worse than if he yelled at you.
“I’m sorry.” It comes out in a rush. “I should have stopped. I don’t know why I didn’t.”
It’s a lie, of course. You know why you didn’t. It felt too good, too right, and this is what always happens. You try so hard to be gentle, you try to seem normal, but you never quite can. There’s something inside you that likes the violence a little too much, or maybe it’s just you. You don’t know.
You don’t know why you’re still trying.
“You should have stopped,” the man agrees, and he finishes washing the blood off your hands. “I won’t lie, I’m not happy you did this. I would have preferred you used your words.”
You scowl. “He was,” you say, nodding to the other boy. “They weren’t listening.”
“Someone not listening doesn’t give you cause to hit them.” His words are gentle but firm, as he sets the wet cloth aside. “But… you did what you did for a good reason, even if it wasn’t quite the right thing.”
You frown, now. You don’t understand, and it must show on your face because the man chuckles, shifting to brush curly strands of hair out of your eyes. “You’re not mad?”
“I would have been mad if you had started a fight just because you could. I’m not happy that you kept beating them when you should have stopped.” He’s holding your hands in his, now. You’ll be bigger than him one day, but right now your hands look so small in his. “But you fought for a reason. I can’t say I’m not proud of that.”
“I don’t understand.”
The man studies your hands for a moment before he nods, meeting your gaze again. “I’ll explain it to you tomorrow,” he says. “I think it’s time we started teaching you to control your strength.”
You don’t know if that will help. You want it to help so badly it aches.
“Okay,” you whisper, and when he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your forehead you wake up.
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jahiera · 9 months
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I got tagged by @fenharel @eskcl @sidestepping to make another one of these, thank you you guys are so lovely!
I can't think of anyone new to tag at present, so I'm tagging whoever wants to <3 (also the picrew was just updated... the new choices are SO good) ...
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Ceridwen. half wood elf, ranger/druid multiclass, outlander, eats bark, and only cleaned out the goblin camp fully because of the owlbear baby. has autistic girl swag. planning on flinging her full force at Halsin. // Tykhe, mephistopheles tiefling, Karlach destined divination wizard, bug-like weirdo who indeed does not use her powers for good or ill, but merely to say ominous strange things and then leave without saying goodbye.
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sidestepping · 9 months
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Unusual Muse Associations (... again)
I have not been tagged—this went around a few weeks ago and I’m just chomping at the bit for Baldur’s Gate so... I’m doing it for my Tav too. if you want to share about your Tav too, here goes a bit of tagging: @gingerbreton, @askweisswolf, @lexcanium, @rosaindomitus, @the-rebel-archivist, @astarien because I know you have more of them, @eskcl​ because I don’t think I’ve seen Ardent in this... You get the gist, anyone who’s into it GO.
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Hero; Baldur’s Gate.
SEASONING: fresh and ground ginger. WEATHER: cool summer drizzle, water misting at dawn. COLOUR: chocolate and red browns, cobalt and lapis and cornflower blues. SKY: nocturnal, noisy and alight with city life. MAGICAL POWER: bardic magic, of course. PLANT: bluebells and creeping buttercups. WEAPON: poisonous stings in both arrow- and word-shape. SUBJECT: poetry and drama. SOCIAL MEDIA: obviously tickethtok. If she’s not a sound on there her life is ruined. MAKEUP PRODUCT: hand balm. CANDY: jawbreakers (break your teeth trying to get to the center through the layers, you get it). FEAR: captivity, dependency, powerlessness, and intimacy. ICE CUBE SHAPE: crescent ice. METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: on foot*, stop being a crybaby. *on foot with a party including someone who can carry you across bogs and long stretches of mud and also dirty water. Terms and conditions apply. ART STYLE: the Golden Age of Illustration, for example what Kay Nielsen had going on. MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Germanic Nixies. PIECE OF STATIONERY: no; tongues do better than pens. THREE EMOJIS: 🪕✨🪙 CELESTIAL BODY: a shooting star.
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