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"A dedication to the folly of youth."
A young druid of the Children of Winter, in her arrogance, pursues a beast her clan has titled the Ashen Boar. She chases it for days, firing arrow after arrow to make sure it keeps running. When it finally collapses from exhaustion in the depths of the Gloaming she takes her spear and plunges it through the eye socket of the great beast. With the last of its strength and its unending will to survive it punctures her chest with its tusk.
The two collapse and all around them spores emerge.
This is my Circle of Spores Druid done up in a bit more of a fantastical style. I really wanted to show not just the drama of her finally ending her prey only to be wounded in return, but the exhaustion of both participants. Even as she stabs the creature she is all but collapsing with her spear, and her quarry can do little more than lift its head one last time.
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Strangers to lovers to enemies.
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My rendition of a salt goblin from Dimension 20. I just, something about salt goblin just sticks in my brain in the best way.
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A fun little DIY eldritch abomination I made for the Christmas season ❤
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A vicious fighter and a warm friend. Achlys won't always be the one to start a fight, but she is more than happy to be the one to end it.
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Atop the shoulder of a massive titan two mages hold their final battle. Xela and Mycenae are both enchantresses but where Marcy uses it as a measure of self defense, Xela revels in forcing friends to not only fight their loved ones but to *enjoy* it.
They have always been the antithesis to one another. Worse, Xela once worked alongside Marcy's father before he passed. Information on the nature of that work was once Xela's tool to escape tight corners when Marcy had her pinned. This time though, she knows the truth. All of it. And she knows what must happen next.
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RIP Basil Zazillou Louie Theodosia Gilderoy Griffith Lockhart, son of the Mouse Prince and Heir to a Hollow Throne
We found him at first when Mum was throwing out some weeds in the green waste bin. She accidentally threw the then 4 day old mouse pup onto our driveway. I found him before she could squash the poor thing and took him in.
We didn't think he'd last the night but by some miracle he managed it. I fed him every two hours through the day and night for a week before one day I went to feed him and found him completely still. He had always been fussy about how he was held and never laid on his back. Now I could properly see why. He had a tumour in his chest that I had once mistaken for his heart. Even if we had taken him to the vet he likely would not have survived surgery.
As it was, he died with a tummy full of food, a warm room, all the tissues he could want, and a safe place to rest. I miss him dearly, even though I only had him such a short time it hurts to have to say goodbye.
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Rotting Druid
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Nate Starfall
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At the Precipice Between Greatness and Madness
Mycenae began her journey very much a pacifist, preferring the sleep spell even to fireball. But with time and experience that gentle approach ceased to be an option. With hardship and suffering that ceased to be an issue.
#this woman went from 'oh no dead people' to 'hey guys I threw someone off a moving vehicle with a blackhole! neat!'#everyday she wakes up and chooses violence#give me the angst#where she turns evil and her mage hunter girlfriend has to bring her in#dnd#dnd art#dnd oc#she started with lightning as her signature she will end with lightning as her signature#chronicles of titansgrave
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[Production Value Increase]
I finally decided to actually fork out for clip studio paint and now I can actually decent looking posts on my phone. Would 100% reccommend.
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Reason #217 why you don't use Rary's Telepathic Bond when you're trying to get some;
You may be interrupted by the news that your friend was murdered in a ritual and is the second to last death needed to complete it while your other friend is now in the hands of a Rakshaza. Leading that friend's adoptive dragon father to fly into a rage.
#dnd oc#dnd#dnd art#oc art#oc#dndart#fantasy#5e#dnd 5e character#wlw#wlw ship#thesetwohaveneverevenbeentosecondbase#lettheseuselesslesbianshaveoneday#justoneday#lesbian#chronicles of titansgrave
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Diane van Blytford, a young half elven warlock with a devilish patron.
Though her patron, Dæ is of an evil origin she considers the creature to be more a friend than anything else. In her life she did not have many chances to make true friends and when dabbling in the occult bore fruit she was more than thrilled. Now she journeys for the sake of her patron, growing her strength so that when her time came to an end her power would go to him rather than her soul.
The lantern she holds is a gift and the mark of her promise. Through it Dæ can see the material plane, a place he can never reach nor perceive without this help.
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My most recent commission~!
Deep in the forest one may find a faint glow close to the ground. An unusually tall mushroom with small doors and windows sits amongst what could almost be mistaken as a small village of simularly unusual plants.
The mushroom in its new home ❤
Updates to come as hopefully this is the first in a series of commissions~!
#art#sculpture#fairy#faery#fey#fae#feywild#mushroom#fairy mushroom#fairy aesthetic#commission#art commission#pal tiya
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An unnamed sword with one word carved into it in Infernal; BURN
#dnd#dnd art#dndart#fantasy#sword#okay maybe I used Irish for hell speak#but swear in Irish and tell me that doesnt sound like a forbidden curse from old times#also fae are terrifying#chronicles of titansgrave
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Rhimefang, frost sword of the fallen ruler of a corrupt city.
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"Do you know why your mother left?"
"Hm? It... was because she missed home right? Things are so different here, it's frightening."
"No. Your mother looked into your future and saw fire. A blazing inferno all around as a crowd stood idly by, witnessing your demise. Our corpses at your feet fuelling the flames."
This is a painting I did closer to the beginning of my current DnD campaign. Marcy's mother is a diviner and as such can see potential futures. When she saw what could be in store for her daughter she did everything within her power to protect her. Even if that ultimately meant letting her go.
The original idea for the painting actually came from the Vocaloid song Witch Hunt which I always find to be quite powerful.
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