#patron

[caemidraws]

[The Endless March]

Undead patron, Tome of Pacts zine by @/SleepyWyrm_Ed

#ttrpg #dnd #warlock #patron #character design #fashion #aesthetic #WONDERFUL project!!!!!!! #and also a chance to throw in my archaeological knowledge dfkgjdd #i was studying for an etruscan art final when i drew that ...

[blushily]

This month's patron rewards!

#miku #halloween #pokemon #furry #cosplay #hatsune miku #vocaloid #delphox #witch #patreon #request #patron

[zephyrbug]

Celestial of old and harbinger of war Navier has been around for a long time causing problems on the material plane and she’s always looking for some followers to join in her efforts👁🏹⚜️ This is a celestial patron character I’ve had in mind for a bit and since I hadn’t done an over the top design in a minute i thought this would be a fun one to come back to!! also tried out a color pallet that’s really outside of my comfort zone for her as a little extra challenge on myself!

#art #dnd #illustration #dungeons and dragons #oc #fantasy #dnd5e #warlock #warlock patron #patron #celestial #angel #aasimar #dndart #character design #my art #artists on tumblr

[soaring-trash]

Delilah and her puppet

#critical role #critical role campaign 3 #bells hells #critters #critical role fanart #laudna #fanart #delilah briarwood #delilah #patron #pact of the chain #wtf is up her now i’m scared for our goth girl 😰 #IS SHE BACK?! IS SHE DORMANT?! WHATS THE DEAL AHFHHAKSF anyways #this took me way longer than it should have #honestly i used i tiny brush so it slowed my pace

[inkeyjay]

🫀 Eucharist of the Ravenous 🫀

It started out as a bellyache, guts rumbling after two days of barely eating. An unfinished visage, featureless, fixing the blurry sockets it had for eyes into his soul.

The humble priest dropped his brush onto the cold floor of the chapel and stumbled backwards. The walls, towards the ceiling, all full of still fresh perfect faces framed by golden halos, that he had been carefully painting non stop for days. Faces of dead saints and prophets, long gone, commissioned by the high church as a display of power and opulence in an age of religious and political crisis. And this last saint, the one that still had some loose and tired brushtrokes for it's face. There was something about it that made the priest flinch out of his creative trance. He swore the paint moved, vibrated with anticipation at the touch of the brush.

He laid tired in the center of the chapel, exposed to a hundred pair of eyes that almost felt judgemental, knowing of the priest's internal thoughts. "Why am i doing this" "Why do i have to over exert myself with work to survive while i use pure gold to embellish... You. This" "Why"

And the faces remained still and silent.

"Why all this for long gone martyrs that had the fortune to die for their for their beliefs, or to let their God speak through their lips, bestow miracles through their fingers"

"Why this for a God that let them die at the heretical hands of the non believers. That leaves hundreds if not thousands of people to die of the pestilence outside this golden, rotten, WALLS"

The bottle of turpentine exploded and its contents dripped down the wall, dragging hours of work with them, dissolving like acid false flesh and gold leaf alike. And then blood, through the priest's hand, holding the neck of the bottle. He panicked and kneeled towards the wall, trying to undo the mistake with cloth, only to make a bloody mess. Red running through the gold, ichor like.

The priest cried holding his hand, a deep wound running through his palm, burning because of the chemicals. But the pain was not the cause of his tears.

"A sign" "I just need a sign"

But the faces remained still and silent.

The priest got up, slowly, and turned around towards the door. Why be here then. Why remain hungry, at the mercy of a dying church that kept their riches safe in mausoleums and layers of paint upon gold leaf upon stone, while its believers died in the streets famished and sick. The priest saw it clear now. If God did ever exist, it was long gone, uncaring for its creation. He might as well die outside, with his people. It would be like inviting the sickness into his chest but at least his last breaths wouldn't taste of incense. His steps echoed through the chamber, determined, reaching for the doors.

But the faces opened their lips. And with a cacophony of voices, each one vibrating with a torrent of beating wings, It spoke. No.

It sang.

Super happy to finally be able to show you this illustration i made for Tome of Pacts, a zine about warlocks, patrons and their pacts! There's a leftover sale going on right now! This is Pantheon, a shapeshifting entity that impersonates long absent gods and feeds on the faith of their followers, always hungry for more. But it's not for me to tell you.

! First of all, credits to @/gothhoblin, the writer of our team, for helping shape out this Patron "...and it spoke with a cacophony of voices, each one vibrating with a torrent of beating wings, a thousand or more." Is a marvelous line of her creation.

Tome of pacts has 11 more patrons and 24 warlocks for your enjoyment, all beautifully depicted by teams of artists and writers. Im super proud to have been able to participate in this project 💛

This short story is about an original character i created after the patron, just as an appetizer, pun intended. You get it right??

Hungry for a copy?

#dnd #tome of pacts #great old one #illustration #dungeons and dragons #magic the gathering #eldritch #patron #warlock #fantasy #dark fantasy #church

[iingezo]

Ruri for @rococospade !

#art #commission #ruri #witch #patron #deity #rococospade #oc thine

[adabear]

Pride skin Roadhog! For a p8tron :)

#overwatch #patreon #patron #sketch club #roadhog #gay #bear #pride

[dollette-care]

@poppinncustomss 💌🏹 insta♡

#coquette #dollcore #dollette #kawaii #cherrycore #cherry #softette #hyper feminine #barbie #soft girl #pink y2k #y2k nostalgia #y2k aesthetic #y2k princess #sanrio #hello kitty #girly thoughts #baby pink #patron #alcohol #it girl #princess things #girl blog #girly blog #custom order

[triviallux]

St.Snoop

I made some patrons from celebs, so u can print them, make a shrein and pray to you beloved patrons. For starters we have St.Snoop Patron of Relaxation, peace and herb.

Cheers

#artists on tumblr #triviallux #snoop dogg #holy spirit #holy shit #patron

[knightingale-ink]

This one's for the lovers of mean mean femmes ~ who wants to hand over their soul?

#Mildly muscular women #D&D #dungeons and dragons #lesbian #wlw #critical role #dnd #sapphic #art #lesbians #comic #d&d oc #meme #D&D meme #Tiefling #Demon #Elf #Warlock #Patron #Evil Lady #Lady Knight #OC Design #OC Art #Armour #Lady in Armour #Armoured Lady

[gaynaturalistghost]

More disabled characters and stories in fantasy or ttrpg’s!

#disability in ttrpg #disability in dnd #disabled character #writing a disabled character #disability in worldbuilding #disabled stories #dnd #dnd art #writing prompt #art #warlock #patron #curse #wizard #sleep spell

[the-gnomish-bastard]

Bad dnd character idea: A warlock who’s patron is just a sugar daddy. They don’t give them magical powers specifically, they give them large amounts of gold that they can use to buy spell scrolls and magic items. They do have some magic powers though. They only have spells that require materials to cast.

#dumb shit #dumbass #shitpost #humor #unmatched stupidity #comedy #funny #i dont fucking know #dnd #dnd5e #dungeons and dragons #d&d #warlock #patron #spells #gold #d&d character #character idea #dnd character #dnd warlock #dnd ideas #d&d ideas

[zephyrbug]

Finished commission for @//wishingrambles on Twitter of their warlocks patron Mykhiel! Despite his unsettling appearance he is a kind entity who only wishes to understand🩸🌀👁 Pause on posting old art cause I got one more commission down! This was a fun one to work on! I love spooky angelic vibes!

#art #dnd #illustration #dungeons and dragons #oc #fantasy #dnd5e #warlock #warlock patron #patron #celestial #angel #aasimar #dndart #character design #my art #artists on tumblr

[edubenart]

Super late for Valentine's, but have my tragic OC couple, aka *botched boyfriend's resurrection becomes tortured warlock patron*

#edubenavente #dnd #d&d #dnd art #d&d art #dungeons and dragons #dungeons & dragons #fantasy #fantasy art #ttrpg #dnd character #character design #digital art #illustration #warlock #patron #hexblade

[featheredsnek]

Can't have a happy dragon without a good mane! Patron sketch for @Amulrei to @Lospy_ on twitter dot com, thanks so much again!

#digital art #coatlart #art #sketch #patron #dragon #happy #icon

[dailyadventureprompts]

Dungeon: How Grief Blooms

After the tragic death of his wife, the halfling Earl of Eastbrook has become a recluse, abstaining from social functions, seldom seen in public, and conducting much of his concerns through various agents. Agents like you, paid well so that you conduct the Earl’s business promptly and without asking too many questions. However, after some weeks of gruntwork and strange favours, you can’t help the feeling that something rotten is going on at the Eastbrook estate.

Adventure Hooks:

Most of the party’s assignments are doled out by a Mr. Moiler, a functionary of the Earl’s who always seems to be under the weather and insists that they have their meetings while he takes lunch at a local tavern. Presumptuous and frequently unpleasant, Moiler is quick with the money when he has proof the work’s been done not wanting to waste any more of his finite time with the party than he has to.  It’s during one of these meetings that the functionary begins choking and coughing like he’s going to hack up a lung, and right there on the dinner table spits up a mass of rotten plant matter that bears an uncomfortable resemblance to a human hand. While the party is paralyzed with shock, the limb begins to skitter away, barely recovered Moiler demanding that they catch it before it escapes or the other inn patrons see it.

Eastbrook has many concerns that need tending to: Mines that must be checked on, merchants that must be negotiated with, monsters that must be driven off from tenant lands. Then there the more unusual jobs: travelling to nearby towns and escorting a member of the royal horticultural society to the Eastbrook estate without ever being invited in themselves, having a stern chat with a local priest who’s rabblerousing about all the body-snatchers that’ve been plaguing local cemeteries lately. These odd jobs pay the best, but there’s only so much weirdness the party can take right? ... Right?

Dressed fancy and forced to leave their weapons at home, the party are finally given a chance of meeting their employer when tasked with escorting him to a social function at which he needs to show some muscle. They’re given a very brief impression of the earl: tired eyes, fingers are stained with green and soil as if his servants plucked him out of the garden and threw a bit of finery over his thinning frame. Leaving them to attend whatever business he left his secluded estate for, the party are approached by a young woman with a knowing smile and a lot of interesting questions about Eastbrook. If the party are willing to do a little snooping on her behalf, she’d be ever so grateful, and is sure she can arrange some work for them in the future should  their current arrangement fall through.

Background: Before the death of his wife, Earl Wennley had a deep and abiding love for growing things. Taking far more interest in the upkeep and administration of his tenant lands than any of his peers, the earl would forgo social functions and ditch his noble finery to lend a hand when there was planting or fieldwork to be done, simply to feel the dark earth beneith his fingers.

His wife Ren was a firebrand and world traveller, and originally began courting the earl by brining him exotic flowers from distant lands to cultivate in his hothouse. They were different people who wanted different things from their lives, but they also wanted eachother, and that was enough for love to take root between them.

That was before the sickness caught up to lady Ren, one of those bitter hereditary things that lurks around in the family tree like a viper. In a matter of months it claimed Ren of Eastbrook and took Wennley’s every joy with it, but not before he discovered that one of the flowers she’d brought him was thought to have restorative properties, claimed by some occult scholars to be able to even be able to resurrect the dead.

Thus began Eastbrook’s decent down a dark road, cultivating the plant’s growth in his lover’s dirt-packed casket, fetching more cadavers for its trailing roots to feed off of while trying to bring its many strange flowers to fruit.  The process has taken years, resulting in spasmodic gasps of resurrection, twitches and mutterings, but no true return of the vitality or wholeness that haunts Eastbrook’s memories.

Further Adventures:

a sick vitality has spread throughout the Eastbrook estate, twisting the plants he once took such judicious care of and bringing forth strange hybrids and mutations. While most of this dangerous flora remains on the estate, a few have spread their seed over subsequent seasons and ended up popping up in surrounding lands. The disruption caused by such plants may inadvertently put the party on their employer’s trail.  

What poor Wennley cannot know is that his lover wasn’t merely taken from him by chance, but by the insidious will of Zuggtmoy, demon queen of despair and decay.  Eastbrook was unwittingly chosen as a saint of Zuggtmoy, who now awaits the moment she is summoned into Ren’s resurrected body to walk the world of mortals and enjoy the people’s sorrow first hand. 

Many of the Eastbrook estate staff are sick, some fungal infection that’s taken up residence in their lungs and produces a purple-green rash they’re all too quick to conceal. This sickness makes them dosile and unquestioning, and is spread by Moiler, a demonic agent of Zuggtmoy in disguise, who was likewise the one to slip Eastbrook the particular texts that hinted at the flower’s potential uses. Should any of the staff fall ( or be slain by Moiler should he be discovered) their bodies will rise as mould covered undead.

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #d&d #5e #zuggtmoy #demon #mystery #patron #haunting #town #Village #low level #mid level #intrigue #fiend #undead