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the blightstaff ✸🪲
(for @artists-guild-of-exandria project !)
[Image ID: A stylised digital illustration of Caduceus from Critical role on a black background. He has a strong stance, holding the blight staff in front of him with a stern expression. his pink hair, clothes, the silk on his arm and sashes around his waist, are blowing back from the force of the staff's spell. the crystal on top of the staff is glowing bright purple with a halo of light around it, with turquoise beetles flying around and emerging from holes in it. the staff is planted in a patch of green grass, the same green grass and pink fungi around Caduceus' feet. He also has pink lichen all over his clothes and beetle chitin armour, tabi boots and sleeves. End ID.]
#caduceus clay#critical role fanart#critical role#illustration#digital art#firbolg#cr2#dnd art#the mighty nein#fantasy art#2023#coniferouskiddo#spells n stuff#spellsnstuff
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And my second piece for Spell n Stuff at @artists-guild-of-exandria
Essek’s Fly spell. POV your wizard not-boyfriend is totally not showing off as you both dive into a long-dead mageocracy ruin.
#cha cha rae#critical role#cr art#cr fan art#artists guild of exandria#essek#essek thelyss#spells n stuff#illustration#dnd
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Beau's eye of nine: dark vision
My second contribution to @ExandriaArtists latest project!
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From Twitter:
User - @/Madartsyworks
Artwork Link - https://twitter.com/Madartsyworks/status/1630312063070502913
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Spilling state secrets to another wizard as a bonding activity 😉
Essek casting Fortune’s Favor for @artists-guild-of-exandria’s Spells n’ Stuff project ✨
#essek thelyss#critical role fanart#critical role#critical role fan art#essek#spells n stuff#spellsnstuff#my art#digital art#fan art
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Fjord’s Divine Smite for @artists-guild-of-exandria #SpellsnStuff project! 💚
#artists guild of exandria#spellsnstuff#spells n stuff#critical role#critical role fanart#critical role art#travis willingham#fjord stone#dnd#dnd5e#dnd art#paladin#divine smite#my art
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My take on Keyleth's Timeless Body feature for @artists-guild-of-exandria's Spells n Stuff showcase!
If you want a slightly more detailed breakdown of some of the thought processes behind each panel, check out my thread here on my twitter.
As a general overview- The panels are all separated but sewn together by the threads of fate, still connecting the party. Each of the panels (except for Vax's) have a prominent raven or feather within them, and they all have flowers, to signify visits from both Vax and Keyleth.
I've tried to match up the flowers in each with some fittingly meaningful plant- Vax has his Snowdrops, while Scanlan has a Juniper bonsai. Grog's flower is a Chamomile, which means Energy in Adversity, while Percy's Edelweiss means Devotion and Courage (and translates to Royal+White).
I had a *lot* of fun with this piece, especially trying to add in little details! Keyleth's long lifespan has been on my mind for *years*, and I'm glad I finally managed to draw something that captures that a little bit!
Please do not repost, or use without my permission. Likes and reblogs are appreciated! If you like my drawings, please consider following me, or sharing the commissions link in my pinned post.
#critical role fanart#criticalrolefanart#spells n stuff#spellsnstuff#digital drawing#drawing#my art#myart#fantasy#dnd#critical role#keyleth of the air ashari
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mollymauk casts enthrall! for the latest @artists-guild-of-exandria project!
#critical role fanart#critical role#spells n stuff#spellsnstuff#mollymauk tealeaf#critical role art#digital art#tiefling#dnd#dungeons and dragons#fan art
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Ashton's Orbital Decay (gravitational regret)
@artists-guild-of-exandria
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Summon Red Aberration
Here's my second piece for @artists-guild-of-exandria Spells n stuff
Totally not an evil alien most definitely friendly little dude who just wants to help that's all
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A humble staff, cable of transforming into a mighty weapon at it's owners whim.
My entry for @artists-guild-of-exandria latest project #SpellsnStuff!
Chetney's Turmoil weapon.
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do u think jing yuan steals ur panties?? IDK IT JUST RANDOMLY POPPED IN MY HEAD ad whenever i think of jing yuan i think of u so :((
omg shut up PANTY STEALER JING YUAN???
cw; afab!reader, voyeurism, panty stealing, praise, lil bit of spit, mentions of creampie, mdni.
jing yuan gets a little kick out of being sneaky.
there’s just something that he loves about sweetly asking to do the laundry for you with a little ‘i’ll help you with chores, go ahead and relax’ while he only uses it as an excuse to snatch your panties.
he finds it almost thrilling to hide the fact that he has a small hoard of your cute lacy panties, especially when you complain to him about how suddenly so many pairs are missing. he has to hold back an amused chuckle when you ask this, and he feigns complete innocence.
at least, until one day when you catch him.
you can hear muffled sighs and grunts through the closed door where jing yuan was supposedly taking a nap in. it sounds awfully intense when you press your ear to the wood, and you wonder what exactly he’s doing in there.
behind the closed door, jing yuan is shamelessly wrapping a pair of your panties around his cock, another pair held up to his nose as he inhales your scent and falls further into a pleasured haze.
“you smell so heavenly,” jing yuan daydreams as he grunts softly, not thinking you were even home at this time in the afternoon. he wraps your panties around his length even tighter, his hips rocking into them and leaving a wet spot of precum in the process. “so sweet, mm… can’t wait to taste you.”
you gasp softly at hearing his muffled words, feeling your thighs keen together at the thought of him nuzzling his face between your legs and indulging his tongue in every inch of you.
jing yuan lets some of his spit dribble onto his cock, wrapping the lacy fabric around him again and groaning from how wet it feels - but he knows it’s nowhere near as satisfying as you. “ah, not wet enough…”
jing yuan is turning into a mess, holding your panties over his nose and mouth to suppress his groans as he ruts his hips faster. his chest shudders hard as he pictures your pussy wrapping around his cock and enveloping him in warm wetness.“d-dear god, fuck…”
you push the door open just barely, peeking through and watching him kneeling on the bed as he fucks into your now-soaked panties like he’s hungry. his face is flushed and his eyebrows are furrowed, hands shaky as he cranes his head back and spills a sticky load of white ropes into your panties.
“love cumming inside you…” jing yuan closes his eyes and lives vicariously through his daydream, chest heaving as he catches his breath and slows his hips’ movements.
for now, you act like you haven’t seen it - but later, you’ll make a mental note to buy some more panties so he can keep the ones he stole for his own fantasies.
2023 SAETOSHIS. do not copy or repost.
#SORRY IF THIS IS SHIT IM SO TIRED ITS 1 AM I SHOULD RLLY SLEEP#ILL SPELL CORRECT. N STUFF IN THE MORNING KFMOAAJAK#BUT THIS WAS HOT I NEEDED TO WRITE A THIRST FOR IT#I LOVE UR BRAIN#IM KISSING U COR THIS SO MUCH#[‹ moshi : writes ›]#jing yuan smut#jing yuan x reader#hsr smut#hsr x reader#[‹ moshi : moshi? ›]#[‹ moshi's : nonnies ›]#[‹ jing yuan! ›]
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“I want to do some something for us this evening”
HAPPY SPELL N STUFF DAY CRITICAL ROLE NATION!
It was my absolute pleasure to illustrate my favourite Sad Wizard Caleb Widogast and his Programmed Illusion memory dome for this project with @artists-guild-of-exandria
#cha cha rae#critical role fan art#critical role#artists guild of exandria#spells n stuff#illustration
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Dwueth'var, the Star Razor A Vestige of Divergence created by followers of Melora and Sehanine. Described as carrying "the blessing of the fiercest full moon and starlit night".
Part of the project #SpellsnStuff by @ExandriaArtists
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From Twitter:
User - @/etgar_noriega
Artwork Link - https://twitter.com/etgar_noriega/status/1630259690478108672
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Vintage French Lipstick Handkerchief
it reads Honni soit qui mal y pense. “shame on him who thinks evil of it.”
#that’s rough btw there’s a million ways to translate that old norman french#handkerchief#honi soit qui mal y pense#(it’s normally spelled with 1 n & there’s actually stuff in that tag)
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cubs. (jack russell)
halloween brings all the little monsters out. aka, jack gets baby fever.
(warnings: mentions of pregnancy, planning for children, allusions to sex, descriptions of physical intimacy and making out, and jack smelling his wife, if that counts. nothing technically fully n/s/f//w//, but a bit saucy. word count 2.4k )
Jack’s head tilts sideways before the doorbell even rings, one ear higher than the other to catch something she can’t hear. He turns in his seat on the couch, arm strewn over her shoulder, to look behind them in the direction of the front door, tilts over, kisses her temple, and pops up in the seconds before the slightly-jarring “ding” echoes through the house. He’s already at the door, bowl in hand, beaming down at the gaggle of children and chaperones by the time she’s even stirring on the couch to come to join him.
“Oh, who do we have here?,” Jack coos excitedly, scanning the miniature crowd. “Are you the little one from--”
“Stranger Things!,” yells a small child in a pink dress, blonde wig askew, tendrils of the plastic hair stuck to their face. “I’m Eleven!”
“Yes, sí, can you do the--” --Jack sticks his hand out and makes a face, and the child eagerly matches him, giving him their best furious expression and most powerful psychokinetic pose-- “Yes! That’s so good!”
He quickly glances up at the three adults standing behind and asks if there are any allergies in the group (and there are none, thank goodness) as his wife comes to stand next to him, smiling at the Eleven who is now turning their powers onto their group of friends. Gesturing for the kids to bring their bags closer, Jack begins dropping generous fistfuls of candy into eagerly opened pillowcases and treat sacks, small hands darting out to show off the newest snacks to one another.
“Hey there, Mirabel,” says Mrs. Russell, waving at a young girl in a blue skirt and white t-shirt, sporting a giant pair of glasses and a pink flower in her dense curls. The little one is wrapped up in a purple puffer jacket on this cold October evening, and while it is a truth universally acknowledged that a big coat is the bane of Halloween costumes, the effect of her adorable smile and ‘Encanto’ printed trick-or-treat bag is more than enough to convey the essence of the character. “Is Uncle Bruno with you tonight?”
The girl shyly shakes her head and wrings the handles of her bag in her fingers but is smiling widely when Jack speaks a few quick words of admiration for her costume in Spanish and passes her a scoop of candy for her bag.
“I’m Ariel!”, adds a small child in a green tube skirt with flared tulle flippers sewn on, a purple strip of cloth tied around their tummy over a slightly off-skin-tone longsleeve tee.
“And I’m Harry Potter!” A wand is brandished at Jack, who puts a hand over his chest in shock.
“I’m Batman!” The petite hero jumps into a pose to show off the padding of his armor, his light-up shoes kicking to life and casting green flashes over the porch.
Jack turns to his wife and grins, gesturing enthusiastically at the crowd of kids. “I think these are the best costumes we’ve seen all night, no?” She nods, and the kids all let out little shrieks and giggles as Jack procures a few extra pieces from the bowl and adds them to their bags.
The chaperones guide the straggling children into a chorus of “thank you”s before shuffling them down from the porch, past the jack o’lanterns, and on to the next house, as Jack and his wife remain in the doorway. She leans her head on his shoulder and listens to him sigh sweetly, his eyes tracing over the sunset-lit streets swarming with seas of children and their families, all screaming and laughing over one another, racing past on the sidewalks, weaving in and out of lawns decorated with tombstones and inflatable specters, plastic skeletons and felted spiders.
“You know, at the rate you hand it out, we’ll be out of candy before the street lights come on,” she teases, nudging his shoulder. Jack chuckles and puts a hand on the small of her back, shrugging as he steers her back towards the couch.
“It’s Halloween, bebé; do you want us to be known as the stingy old couple, or the cool couple that gives out extra candy to the little monsters? Besides, that Mirabel, oh my God--”
“Total heart-melter,” she agrees, sitting and cuddling into Jack’s side as he hooks his arm back over her shoulders and pulls her body close. “I think between her and that four-month-old dressed as Grogu, we may have seen the two cutest costumes in all of North America today.”
Jack lets out a groan at the memory of the adorable baby, who he had greeted at the door with a delighted peal of laughter, and squeezes his wife tightly in his arms, as if hugging her in the baby’s stead. The abrupt squish pushes a small squeak out of her, and Jack giggles, bumping the blunt tip of his long nose into her cheek.
“Sorry,” he murmurs. “You okay?”
His slight frame conceals a rather intense strength, something that comforts her, even if it still sneaks up on her every now and again that he is, in fact, as strong as he is; Jack’s touch is grounding and warm when so few things in the world are, and she’s glad, especially in the cold months, for the over-active heat of his body and the power of his embrace.
He traces the tips of his broad, tan fingers along the curve of her upper arm, pale nails leaving wake trails of gooseflesh and pleasant shivers. She realizes he’s waiting for a response before going any further with his affections, and she nods, cupping the square of his chin and running her thumb along his bottom lip. When his olive green eyes fix on hers, and his lips part to reveal the brightness of his smile, crooked to the left by the jut of his snaggletooth, she feels heat wash over her face and down her body, familiar and fluttering as he dips his face close and keeps her gaze.
“You know what I’m thinking?,” Jack purrs, voice dropping low and soft as he begins inching nearer. When he’s this close, his breath falls on her skin like a warm fog, sticking sweetly to her neck and cheeks, and the scent of him gets stronger.
He smells like their bed, she thinks. Cozy, fuzzy, and tinged with a modicum of not-at-all-unappealing sweat, there is also that distinct canine note that can only be detected in this kind of proximity. His arms are still wrapped around her, and one of his hands is coasting, flat-palmed, up and down the length of her side, following the curves of her ribs and belly, while the other finds itself resting on her shoulder, idly fingering an errant lock of hair. His face is so close to hers that she swears she could count each of his eyelashes, individually, and the hairs that form his growing stubble.
This Halloween, Jack has chosen to go as a vampire, which he thinks is exceedingly funny. Dark makeup rings his eyes and the grey in his hair glows almost blue in the low light of the fading day, lending him an unearthly quality that fits his costume well. The powers of the vampire, too, seem to be his: he has her under his thrall, certainly. His smile is mesmeric, and she can imagine that if a vampire were to look like him, there would be no end to the line of people willing to be bitten by that self-same smile.
“What are you thinking, Puppy?,” she asks, trying to redirect her own wandering thoughts. She scratches lightly at the underside of his chin and, on reflex, his head tilts up, eyes fluttering shut as a contented noise rumbles in the back of his throat. He’s so easy to please.
“I’m, uh--” He seems distracted by the sensation of her scratching at that Just Right spot between the back of his ear and the crook of his jaw, a distraction that only worsens when she begins scratching the hair at the nape of his neck. “I was going to say that I… I was thinking we…”
His hands lie still on her, twitching every now and then when she finds a particularly pleasing spot to scratch, and she relishes the sensation of being the one who now has her beloved under her own thrall; Jack leans his head into her touch and follows the motion of her hands, chasing her attentions. A sigh leaves his lips and he unclenches his shoulders, melting into her as she leans back against the armrest of the couch and Jack follows, laying his head on her chest.
His weight is surprisingly heavy atop her as he lays himself on her belly, slotting between her knees and positioning himself for ease of scritching. He’s not a big man, by any means, but there’s a density to him, and she’s feeling it now as he presses her into the couch with his body.
She pauses her petting briefly as she adjusts to the new position, and her hands still in his hair, which causes a growl of displeasure to part his lips. At that, she looks down at him and sees one green eye peering up at her (the other still shut and squished into her chest), and sticks her tongue out at him before continuing the strokes to his salt-and-pepper pelt.
It’s rather soothing, playing with his hair like this. There’s a therapeutic element to the combination of his body weight, intense warmth, rhythmic breathing, and the texture of his hair under her fingers, and she lets instinct carry her, as salient thought drifts away into the blissful mist of repetitive motion and familiar feelings. She traces the lines of his scalp, watching his black and grey and still, sometimes, brown hair forest up around her fingers, content to just match the tide of his breaths with her own, their ribs pressed together and expanding in synchronicity.
After a moment, Jack stirs. Turning, he cranes his face so that he can look at her squarely, and she feels the irresistible magnetism of that green gaze tugging her deeper into his spell.
“I want to try for one of our own,” he says, shattering the stillness like a foul ball through plate glass. “Tonight, if you’re ready.”
It takes her a second to blink away the haze that had settled around her head, and when she does at last manage to, she finds herself staring down into Jack’s face, taking him in with utmost fascination. If she heard him clearly, and she believes she did, he asked her--
“A baby, by the way. In case I wasn’t clear.” He flashes her a smile and a breathy laugh, and he pats her side playfully. “I’m sure you could figure that out, amorcita, but I like to be direct.”
“Oh.”
It’s all she can think to say: not because she is unhappy, or undesiring of the same things, but simply because the effect of Jack Russell, staring up at her with his big, moss-colored puppy eyes, brazenly stating that he wants to try and conceive with her, is flooring. He pushes up on his forearms, and suddenly he is above her, his face lit starkly by the shadows of the setting sun and the television, marking him out in black and white. His eyes glow, even in the darkness.
The wolf’s smile slips into his features as he stares down at her, watching her reactions with delight. He can hear her heartbeat, she knows, smells the minute shifts that not even she is aware of. He knows her, inside and out, and surely knows which way she is swayed, but he waits patiently for her to give him a sign, a command, an enthusiastic yes or a firm no. He won’t move without her urging.
She cups his face and lets out a shaky, excited breath, one that shivers in her sternum and makes Jack grin. There’s that crooked canine of his, sharply glinting in his smile, and she trembles joyfully at the sight, wondering if their child would have their father’s snaggletooth. She hopes they do.
“Tonight,” she repeats. Jack’s eyes widen.
Gently, she tugs him down and presses his pouty lips to hers, and the dam breaks. Jack lets out an inhuman groan of delight, dropping his center of gravity low to lean into the kiss, and uses his blunt incisors to pull at her bottom lip, nipping and sending the wet, lapping sounds of kissing echoing through the room. He uses one hand to hold her jaw in place, then begins trailing kisses down and around her chin, working his way to her throat.
“Look so pretty in your costume,” he rasps, voice low and clouded. “‘S hard for a man to keep his hands to himself.”
Before she can snidely remark that he, in fact, has not been keeping his hands to himself for almost the entirety of the evening, Jack sinks his teeth into her neck: not hard enough to wound her, but certainly hard enough to make her forget every other thought, her mind now focused completely on the reality that her husband is leaving marks all across her throat.
“You smell,” Jack groans, “So good. And, oh, God, when you have our cubs…”
He pushes his face into the crook of her neck and inhales, a series of Spanish and English curses flowing from his lips as they wander across her skin, and his hands begin rucking up the bottom of her blouse when--
“DING.”
Jack’s head whips up, and the two of them stare with wide eyes at one another. His face is flushed a deep umber and his lips are shiny, hair a fluffed mess, and she can only imagine she looks even more sordid and knocked askew. They exchange a communicative glance before the doorbell rings a second time and Jack, ever the gentleman, kisses her forehead, rapidly apologizing.
“We’ll get back to this, querida, I promise, I swear, I want to--”
She waves him off with a smile, and sees him bolt for the door, candy bowl in hand. He throws it open with gusto, and as she watches, she sees the transformation come over him; the brightness in his eyes, the giddiness of his smile, the sincerity of his sweetness. He’s going to make a magnificent father. And she’s going to have a very, very happy Halloween.
#werewolf by night#jack russell#jack russell x reader#wwbn#wbn#marvel#(i also see people spell his name as:)#jack russel#jack russel x reader#i cant believe it a FIC and it's a slightly RISQUE one! (this is not permission for people to send me n...s....f.......w by the way)#i just am like. in a weird state and i thought married!jack and his spouse getting to do fun halloween kissing and having baby fever would#be cute and nice ghdkhgkalhgdkhg#original#it's a little short for me (i usually like to go about 5k or more?) but this is just a Test Run#if you guys want more jack lmk and i'll hopefully be doing other jack stuff for myself so :3 anyway its 3 am now gnight
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💞💏💍🌹✨♾️✨💐🤝👩❤️👨💞
↪ Emoji spell: “I will have commitment in my relationships and friendships.”
Like to ‘charge,’ reblog to ‘cast!’
#emoji spell#technocraft#love spell#friendship spell#there's a lot of. hearts. n stuff but platonic intent is still included!!#mod angel#requested
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