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nobodyfearspercy · 8 months
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He saw a spider and his fight or flight response kicked in
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certifiedpilgrim · 6 months
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Based on the one post about the eye unblinking in the kitchen. You know the one.
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shiistone · 3 months
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This is (unfortunatley) my patron in the DND campaign i'm in. That's Erebus! Primordial god of darkness! (yes I know hes not supposed to be in a suit like that normally. There are canon reasons!) My character hates him and wants to get rid of him but cant! :D I love him as a patron, but my poor Warlock bard does not :)
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wackyart · 1 year
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"Queen Bee"
When you start writing a dnd campaign but it's looking like a chaotic fantasy fic about a male poc half-elf (your main blorbo in many MANY AUS) with a Chaotic Good alignement and he's a Warlock (based on entomology/entomologist for plot reason and because I like bugs) and his patron is a giant Bumblebee named "Queen Bee Yoncey" and he has to find his friend who disappeared like 4 years ago with NO traces.... Only to realize his "friend" has changed and has been his patron all along 🤓 Catch me making a "Queen Bee Yoncey" Patron sheet-
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toothpastemaker · 2 years
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Ya’ll, it is my pleasure to introduce you to my yet to be played DnD character, Midea and their patron, Lyanth.
Midea is a warlock running on intelligence instead of charisma, they’ve been tasked with running around and doing favors for Lyanth the sex god, meanwhile she’s working on who knows what behind the scenes.
I love them both so much, Midea is like a naive child, their dream is to become to most powerful magic user there is, but they have no idea how to achieve something like that, so they’re kinda just going along with whatever Lyanth tells them to do. Despite Midea having quite good intelligence, they’re dumb as rocks when it comes to anything that does’t come from books. They believe in the best in everyone, and they physically cannot comprehend the fact, that anyone would ever wanna hurt them intentually.
Then, on the other hand we have Lyanth. Now... To be fair, I don’t know all that much about Lyanth’s personality, but it did take me 6 whole pages worth of concept art before I got her design right, so I sure have come to resent her quite a bit. Midea, however, believes Lyanth is the coolest being in the universe. They 100% trust her and they’re completely under the impression, that they’re best buds.
I’m quite exited to explore the dynamic between the two further, they’re both quite intriguing individuals. 
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damozillasart · 1 year
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Worked out The character design for Dalios's warlock Patron. I like the look, but I want to rework the piece later. Also, he needs a name, and I am stumped on that. Other than that the scars come out pretty well on him.
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caemidraws · 8 months
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[The Endless March]
Undead patron, Tome of Pacts zine by @/SleepyWyrm_Ed
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lizaoverlord · 3 months
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Pride is fragile. Or, what could possibly go wrong for the dark elf Deimos when you turn your high elf lover into a warlock patron? I wanted to experiment with shape design again for this drawing, so that I can show more of Deimos' psyche: Prideful yet starting to shatter.
The bright side of this situation being the warlock powers he gets from the high elf Vannatir.
And hey, Vannatir has feelings too! And he's never done anything wrong, ever.
Vannatir ending up trapped on the outerplanes? Arguably Deimos' fault. Vannatir returning as a powerful warlock patron? That was more of a collab of these two elves haha. Deimos was the one that carried out the ritual without knowing all the details. He just trusted Vannatir completely and wanted to save him.
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manyunhappygreenies · 6 months
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Rouge Leo? NAH, Warlock Leo. [she/her for Leo]
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zephyrbug · 2 years
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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!
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inkeyjay · 8 months
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🫀 Eucharist of the Ravenous 🫀
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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?
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jadeitor-art · 3 months
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Warlock Child and his Patron 🪄🔥
Art style test of my D&D Warlock (currently an adult dragonborn level 7) and his Patron, a Fallen Throne Angel. Both share the obsession with setting things on fire.
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teecupangel · 7 months
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Normally, Desmond is sent back in time to mess with things.
But what if it wasn't him?
Like, maybe Desmond couldn't go back in time himself but he could, in the split second he touched the apple, send someone else.
What if one of his ancestors went back in time? (Upon their deaths or something.)
I imagine a young Altair (who might be using a fake name) running around Italy with a tired Ezio following like a worried mother hen. (No, Claudia, he is not hovering he is just concerned) He ends up taking Altair under his wing (No, Claudia, it is not adoption.)
Or maybe Altair ends up in Bayek's time, Oh! Or Connor in Ezio's time. (Edward and Ezio would either get along badly or be too powerful if they were together in the same time period.)
These boys ruin the timeline and somehow save the world/future by simply stumbling through everything with no clue what's going on. and of course the power of friendship and really sharp blades.
Desmond and Clay are laughing their asses off in the afterlife as their ancestors destroy centuries worth of carefully calculated plans. (They might also manipulate things a little to help.)
And the time traveling ancestors for the most part, are doing the best they can in their current situation.
They are freaking the fuck out the whole time but are excellent at hiding it.
Poor Ezio.
(No, Altair, you can't kill that person because that have information we need, yes, I'm sure, Claudia don't encourage him.)
Well… How about we add some… ‘order’ to the chaos?
Desmond only had a fraction of a second to send his ancestor back in time.
And he hesitated.
He didn’t know which one to send.
Should it be Altaïr? Altaïr always felt like he would find out what to do even if he was given only minimal clues.
But Ezio was his prophet, the one he had been with the longest…
Ratonhnhaké:ton though… he deserves answers. He deserves the truth.
And when he woke up…
In that endless sea of gray…
The first word he heard were…
“’Morning. Which fucked up timeline do you want to hear first?”
Desmond sat and blinked as Clay stood before him, arms crossed with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
“Uuuhh…”
“Do you want to hear about how Edward Kenway managed to save his grandson and his grandson’s mother from the fires that should have killed her?” Clay asked before adding, “Oh… and he’s learned that his son’s a Templar by the way. At least, one of his old friends believe he’s actually Edward Kenway. If you think the Kenway Family Drama is bad when you were reliving Connor’s memories, then you gotta see the top tier drama that’s happening with Edward and Haytham right now.”
“Or maybe you want to hear about how Connor got kicked into Ezio’s time? He has no idea what’s happening but he got appointed as Federico’s combat instructor. He knows jackshit, by the way, about the tragedy that’s about to happen but, hey, at least Giovanni believes he’s an Assassin from another country or something. Oh.” Clay rubbed his chin as he added, “Connor doesn’t like how close Giovanni is with the Medici by the way. Lorenzo reminds him a bit of Washington or maybe he’s projecting, who knows?”
“Maybe you’ll like to know how your dear prophet is doing? Well, he’s doing badly in preserving the damn timeline that’s for sure. Let’s see… he got in touch with Alamut and managed to bluff his way into making them believe he’s the mentor of a destroyed Assassin branch from the crusader lands, he got the mentor’s permission to make his own branch in Levant, made a deal with said mentor to become a thorn in Al Mualim’s side and find out what he’s hiding, adopted Altaïr and even went as far as adopt Abbas because he believed he could ‘change’ things.” Clay was quiet for a moment before he added, “Oh and his branch is in the underground temple in Jerusalem so he has the Apple with him already.”
“Then there’s Altaïr.” Clay said with such… annoyance Desmond was actually afraid of what Altaïr had done. Clay rubbed the side of his forehead as he started, “See, they can only be transported into what counts as their past so we can’t have something like Altaïr being pushed into his future in Ezio’s time or something. And, since your only instruction to the Moraes was to ‘change the past’, they had to improvise with Altaïr considering he’s more or less the starting point. They had to pick another one of your ancestors who was important to your past and this world’s future so…”
“Altaïr’s been sent to the time of the Isu-Human war and his knowledge of the POEs and getting unconstrained access to the POEs at their full power… well… let’s just say…” Clay’s tone was drier than the desert as he said, “The Isus didn’t know what hit them.”
Desmond could only stare at Clay as he said.
“Soooo… which one do you want to contact first as their ‘patron’?”
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wackyart · 1 year
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Not me imagining a full animation sequence on this song with my new Warlock Vylzenya-
(Also can we talk about the fact that everyone is silent when she's singing ?!!)
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nightfaeses · 2 years
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[ wip ] textured lineart is the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires
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hanas-hues · 5 months
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I designed a new outfit for Marigold again to go with her dragonscale breastplate
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