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ososull · 5 months

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you can technically steal from Salt’s party members once in the same way that you can technically eat lava once

#he’s attempting to steal a circlet/headband salt gave them btw #my art #art #ocs #dnd #dnd art #dungeons and dragons #short comic #comic #dnd comic #dungeons and dragons art #dnd paladin #dnd cleric #life cleric #crown Paladin #dnd warforged #warforged #dnd human #variant human

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darhak · 1 year

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A 100% Human D&D party? What? Yes this is real. The group fought devils together but they still haven’t found a team name. They all have something related to eyes for some reasons. (Heterochromia, blindness, dropping eyelid, eyepatch...) Left to right: Blume: Divine soul sorcerer. Noble who’s pure and emotional. Has a subtle halo constantly where she stands (random ray of sunlight, plants having the perfect angle at the moment, the environment just align, ect) Galilée: Shadowmonk. Totally blind since birth. Ex-Slave. A real softie. Great smile. Has a symbiote-snake devil with discutable morality (Naag) to keep him alive. Noëlle: Crown paladin. Respect women juice. A Badass and strong dumbass who wants to protect her friends and breaks windows. Rueven: Swarmkeeper Ranger. A child. But a serious child with experience. Got power from the sun god. Has a butterfly swarm. Why the eyepatch? Are you even a kid? So mysterious.

#dnd character #dnd party #dnd human #divine soul sorcerer #shadow monk #swarmkeeper ranger #crown paladin

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zephyrbug · 2 years

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Completed commission for @quasarden , of their paladin aasimar Rufus Burke!! I was given the honor of designing him a new look as he’s grown a little stronger so now he dons feather and flame!! 🪶🔥💙

Lil slow with getting through the commissions as life happens but I’m getting there! Everyone’s patience has been super appreciated!

#art #dnd #illustration #dungeons and dragons #fantasy #dnd5e #aasimar #scourge aasimar #celestial #paladin #oath of the crown #angel #my art #artists on tumblr #dnd commission #dnd art

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whoisnotmyname · 1 month

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oath of the crown wip

#wip #my art #art #dnd #character design #armor design #paladin #oath of the crown #sterling #technically lmao #still unsure on afew details. will look at this w fresh eyes tomorrow

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autisticlancemcclain · 7 months

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part one

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They’re not careless.

But they’re not careful, either.

They’ve never bothered discussing whether or not they’re trying to be discreet. It was always just the natural way they went about things. Their friends already have so much to worry about, so much to reckon with. It’s a waste of their limited time to sit them down and announce to them that they’re — what, sleeping together?

This is what Keith tells himself.

He sees the hurt in Lance’s eyes, when he flinches away from his touch. He knows it’s worse still because he is an instigator, because he is so fucking incapable of keeping his hands to himself. His palm will find the small of Lance’s back like a magnet to steel, his shoulder will soften itself so Lance can rest his head. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, half the time, doesn’t notice the way he seeks out Lance’s hand or crowds too close to him until he catches someone’s eye, watching them, and springs apart, flings Lance’s away from him like he’s been burned.

I love you.

Isn’t that reason enough?

In the morning Keith wakes up sweltering. In the back of his mind, as it always does, burns the skin-crawling feeling of being watched. There’s no one in the bedroom and he knows it, but shame runs down his spine anyway. Suddenly the blankets twisting his and Lance’s legs together are binding, and the press of their sweat-slick skin tigger is revolting, sticky. The nausea that churns lowly in his belly at all times bubbles infinitely more aggressively than usual, and Keith knows if he doesn’t extract himself immediately he’ll explode; chunks of him will hit the walls and his blood will paint the tile floor. He inches under his skin, bile coats the back of his throat, heart pounding so fast it’s a him.

A low, quiet quiet groaning noise startled the hell out of him. He looks over and Lance is shifting, sliding his arms out from under the pillow and turning slightly, so he’s facing Keith instead of the wall, hands curled into his chest and under his chin.

There’s a pillow crease steamed across his cheek, and his face is smushed by the pillow, forcing his lips to pucker.

Keith smiles.

The roaring in his head quiets somewhat. Without thinking he reaches out his hand, fingertips tracing the creased skin of Lance’s cheek so lightly he hardly touches with anything more than his callouses. His skin is warm to the touch, but not overly so.

Keith lets out a long, hard breath. His heart rate slows. He traces the pucker of Lance’s lip, feeling the curve of his cupid’s bow, noting the tiny scars from where Lance picks the skin when he’s bored or nervous.

Slowly, as if a string is pulling them together, Keith leans down. Somewhere between his pillow and Lance’s his eyes close, and the press of their lips is that much softer.

It should be gross. They both have morning breath, and minutes ago the thought of their bare skin touching made Keith want to throw up, but now the press of Lance’s chapped lips to his is addicting and calming and electrifying.

“Mmf.”

Lance stirs, groggy and half awake, but it’s — this is not the first time he’s woken to Keith’s closeness.

It takes him a few seconds to boot up, for his brain to catch up with the way his hands are already sliding up the back of Keith’s neck, tangling in his hair. Keith knows he’s awake when he feels the flutter of Lance’s absurdly long eyelashes against his cheekbones, when his mouth stretches into a grin too wide to kiss properly.

“Hi,” he mumbles happily. He keeps one hand on the base of Keith’s skull, letting the other one slide coyly down the curve of his shoulder, the dip of his chest, the line of hair under his navel, resting cheekily on the top of his waistband. Every brush of his fingers washes away the burn shame still lingering. “You’re touchy this morning.”

Keith hums. He presses his lips to the corner of Lance’s mouth, to his cheek, to his jaw, down his neck. His stubble must be too light on Lance’s skin because he laughs, airy, smacking his palm on Keith’s scapula. Keith snickers, rubbing his cheek harder along his neck just to make him shriek, revelling in the way Lance wraps his legs around his hips to try and flip him but can’t, the way he shoves and pinches but lets up the second Keith starts to suck a bruise on his collarbone.

He’s so easy.

“Keith,” Lance whines, but it’s breathy and Keith wants to swallow to sound. “Keith, we’re disgusting. Your breath stinks and if I don’t shower I’m going to hurt somebody. Probably you. Do you want me to hurt you?”

Keith reaches up, pressing Lance’s fingers deeper into the flesh of his shoulder, and lets his silence speak for him.

Lance snorts, and Keith knows he has him because he melts visibly. “You dog.”

The hand in Keith’s hair starts to move, combing through the tangled strands, scratching gently at his scalp. Keith doesn’t let up, but he softens in kind, letting his lips on Lance’s skin morph into something softer, more chaste.

“We can screw in the shower?” he offers, voice hopeful. “That’s a good compromise.”

It is a good compromise, but Keith is feeling bold (i love you isn’t that reason enough it’s physical you have ruined everyone you ever loved it’s physical it’s physical it’s physical), so he sets out to guarantee Lance will bend.

He pulls away from Lance’s neck, just slightly, and looks up from under his lashes, widening his eyes just so.

And watched with great pleasure as Lance crumbles.

He shoves Keith’s face away, red-cheeked and huffy, throwing off the covers and stomping to the ensuite. He grumbles all the way there, much of it too low for Keith to hear but much more of it loud and pointed and intentional (Keith knows what zorra means, thanks.)

“I want to actually shower,” Lance says sternly, water droplets flicking off his wagging finger and landing on Keith’s nose.

Keith nods sagely. “We will.”

“In decent time, Akira.”

“Of course.”

“I have stuff to do today.”

“Me too.”

“Minimal shenanigans.”

“Minute.”

The shower lasts well over an hour.

“Wipe the smirk off your face,” Lance demands, but his lips are twitching, too,

Keith grabs him by the waist and dips him, laughing, kissing him soundly and wholly and he wonders what the fuck is his problem. He wonders why he has to be so goddamn resistant to things, why he works himself up so bad, why any of that shit matters. Why can’t he have this? Why can’t he have — one good thing, the one; why can’t he have Lance’s gun-calloused palms on his cheeks and smile pressed to his and deep dark brown eyes warm and pretty and happy and pointed at him? Why can’t he have that? Why can’t things be good and simple, why can’t this be something he can fall into?

I love you.

Isn’t that reason enough?

He’s not careless. He can’t afford to be.

But he’s — loosened. His guard is down. They get dressed and ready for the day and Keith follows Lance out their door and he’s laughing, and his hand is curled around the curve of his waist, and they smell of the same shampoo.

“Does it amuse you to make me late for things, you jackass — oh! Hunk!”

Keith inhales sharp and short. He yanks his hand away like it hurts to keep it there for a second longer, stumbling backwards.

“Hey, guys.”

Something tight and painful coils in his stomach, and his blood turns to lead. Hunk’s expression is carefully, carefully pleasant; soft, even, as he returns Lance’s hug and greeting.

But the pinprick at the back of his neck is back. The shame, hot, crawls down his spine, blooms heavy in the hollow of his chest.

“I’m gonna go — train,” he chokes out, hyperaware of the bruise on Lance’s neck, of the cobweb in the corner of his room, the braid in Keith’s hair; hyperaware of Hunk’s eye on them.

“Aw,” Lance pouts. “You sure?”

Keith can’t manage a verbal response. His throat has closed, aching, dry, desolate. He barely manages a nod.

“We’ll see you at dinner?” Hunk asks, only there’s no request in his voice, and Keith doesn’t miss how his body has curved, slightly; just barely nudging Lance behind him, as if he is to be protected, as if he is to be protected from Keith.

I love you.

You have ruined everything you have ever loved.

Isn’t that reason enough?

Physical, physical, physical.

Keith turns and flees.

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batrachois · 1 year

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Sir Raganella -- this concludes the frog series! Two years ago i got really into frogs for a hot second and decided to paint the months as DnD themed frogs henceforth the 2021 DnD Frogs calendar was born!

🐸more: batrachois.carrd

#frog #sword #paladin #fantasy #illustration #procreate #water lily #crown #dnd #dungeons and drawings #dungeons and dragons #calendar #2021

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littlenimart · 2 months

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honeyspot soufflé crisis

(or, when you’re a paladin at a gala and the pastry chef goes missing, you’re going to roll up your gauntlets and lend some citizens a hand)

#dnd #dnd paladin #dnd charcter art #halfling oc #oc #for anyone new Honeyspot is my crown paladin for the Eberron campaign I’m in. he is a stout halfling from thrane in a Mulan type situation #aka girl who started presenting as a dude to join the crownsguard and just lives that way full time now

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wearepaladin · 1 month

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Chaotic Good Paladin by

Tamar Vashadze

#paladin #elf #chaotic good #flower crown #portrait

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wearemercs · 2 years

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Executioner by DeeJey

#DeeJey #crown #book #greatsword #executioner #paladin

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captainofthetidesbreath · 9 months

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thinking about Travis taking Warlock 13 somewhere in whatever the level total is for the live show, which would give Fjord a 7th-level Arcanum, of which Crown of Stars is an option

the idea of Fjord being a paladin, armed with a Vestige sword glowing with radiant light, and having both Fly and Crown of Stars cast simultaneously... that's an INCREDIBLE vibe, and it would be sick as hell for that to be even possible

#there's a joke about 'alight' in here #he could Divine Smite someone and throw a mote of light at someone else in the SAME turn. the vibes....#Yes I know Trent did Crown of Stars and was flying simultaneously but it's NOT the same #it lacks the paladin shining with divine radiance thing that Fjord would have #Yes I am thinking about Fjord level mixes and level choices three months out #Critical Role things

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movielosophy · 3 months

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Sword and Fairy 4 | Meng Li in Huanming Realm.

#tbh she looks much better as the demon lord #it's not that she's not beautiful as human meng li #It's just that the makeup wasn't suitable and didn't align with the claim of crowning her as the most beautiful girl in town #The demon color truly makes her shine #sword and fairy 4 #chinese paladin 4 #cdrama #mao xiao hui #character: liu meng li #仙剑四 #xian jian 4 #xian jian 4's aesthetics #xian jian 4 aesthetics

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ososull · 4 months

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You’re laughing. They are fucking SMORKING in CHURCH and you are LAUGHING

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spooky-activity · 1 year

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Queen outfit redesign

#makoto niijima #p5r #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #queen Persona 5 #mine #my art #Makoto’s outfit was also a huge letdown for me tbh #it’s just another catsuit with HORRIBLE chaos vacuum sealed to her arms and legs #and spikes thrown in just like. randomly #I think they should have taken some shape language from Johanna #in mementos dialogue she says she doesn’t like her mask so I changed that too #just make it a little more visually interesting #with a crown (and fangs to balance the upper spikes)#my inspiration was smashing the dnd Paladin class together with a biker gang aesthetic #she punches people she needs an outfit that draws more attention to her arms #hence the pauldrons #also since she’s the mom friend I gave her a Fannypack that’s not a Fannypack FIISKFKFKGOOGG #she deserves it #the black cloth around her waist is threefold #1. provide padding for that hip armor/the belts #2. echoing the scarf design wise #3. a FUCK you to the original design that was literally only good at drawing attention to her ass #I wanted to make her gloves Nuke colored blue but Yusuke already has ice blue gloves and the colors were too similar #the original white was too powerful and didn’t look very good #so they’re black

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do-rey-me · 2 months

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tbis is probably sooo niche but can u imagine laios dungeon meshi in crown of candys calorum? hed eat houses, mountains even

#my posts #laios touden #laios dungeon meshi #a crown of candy #bc of her magic #acoc #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #more than that hed def eat people. but also he may have done that in the manga no food folk required idk i havent finished yet #paladin of the hungry one #(probs actually just a fighter but idk maybe pal)#idk where hed be from. maybe carn bc meat? but i also like picturing him as a lil cheese fella :]#d20 a crown of candy #d20 acoc #dimension 20 #chilchuk could be a lil beer guy from the grain place whatever its called #ceresia i think?#marcilles from there too. or maybe the border of that and candia #as for senshi idk. maybe he traveled so much hes got aspects of all the nations? or he a mushroom guy like from ravening war #fuck when did this turn into a qhole au

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mismageus · 17 days

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I love azara-do she is so fucking normal compared to these other two

#between an evil vampire dragon paladin and a clinically insane necromancer warlock #being part of the bi-lunar guard is so. normal #was soooo happy when the black maned lion came back to the crown store ngl #teso #khajiit #tes #eso

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cait-sith · 8 months

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Sentinel

An Oath of the Crown paladin sworn to a city long-dead and ruined, turned wanderer.

Sentinel was a character I played in a Mines of Phandelver game, who just happened to be transported on the exact wagon the party was. Cue goblin attack which activated their defense protocols, and shenanigans ensue. Sentinel had originally been shipped there in the hopes that a local mechanic was capable of fixing the warforged, but was unsuccessful. The core is filled with soul matter, but a taint of trauma has snuck in, causing occasional erratic behaviour. Unfortunately, anybody who knew how the Sentinel's were built is long dead. They are a very literal person, always choosing the straightest path (and getting the entire party lost with their lacking GPS on several occasions), always following their code, which dictates who to protect and who is an enemy. An imperfect, biased algorithm, that usually prioritised humans to the detriment of others. Perhaps I'll talk more about MPC's warforged another time, since Sentinel is modelled on how I do them in my homebrew world.

#jorm art #oc sentinel #dnd #warforged #dungeons and dragons #dnd character #artists on tumblr #my art #paladin #oath of the crown

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