[ DnD | OCs ] - One with the weave

Old Griff and Toma comic which may or may not have been inspired by BG3 early access lol

Griff is a Arcane Trickster who knows more about magic then he let's on, Toma is a bloodhunter/sorcerer who's not great at controlling... well, a lot of things....

Some of my redesigns.

Anyways, my dog is speaking in kettle to me so I have to go now or I’ll be executed for not carrying her enough.

you are my sunshine, my only sunshine

you make me happy when skies are gray

(prompt fill for @mcspirkevents' mcspirk bingo prompt "gone with the wind".)

static frames below:

ouch! neck deep in aos bones feels rn... lmk if i should make a fix-it or somethin

very important decision:

should I finish my English essay that was due last week but I got an extension because I went on a cruise and then we had state testing so now its due tomorrow now, or should I keep on feeding into my deadly Cinderella Boy hyperfixation and continue reading fanfics on AO3 to feed into my brainrot only to later make one myself because we are almost at 200 likes?

anyways, be gay do crime.

Rope (1948)- dir. Alfred Hitchcock

A rare peaceful moment

My beloved character Lehiri and amazing @raymurata's character Kelp (my blorbo-in-law), having a nice gay moment in between near death experiences on the amazing homebrew campaign Shattered Moon.

claire and madeline finally appearing on the same canvas u_u I am so sorry that it took so long

their story in a nutshell: claire is the heir to her familys criminal empire and madeline is a cop working in a taskforce to take her+her family down so naturally claire has to seduce her it would be a shame if the stonecold criminal who's had affair after affair without ever catching feelings would fall in love with a cop... (don't worry she gets a redemption arc... by that I mean madeline)

ref pic under the cut btw ... it's so them <3

murder gfs

Anyone perchance interested in a shirtless middle aged man?

Thought I’d do an anatomy study of Raphael a bit ago and in the meantime I also practiced drawing aged features on a character and I think he turned out well!

He decided that day that the color of the day was purple

[ DnD / OCs ] Fantasy aging funky - Griff was not impressed

Sorry about your gay pirates, pirate brainrotters. If it helps, here are some free gay pirates of my own to fill your pirate-shaped hole.

I liked Our Flag Means Death. I enjoyed S1, and I’m looking forward to seeing S2, particularly as I understand that Lucius lives, and Nathan Foad might be one of the funniest human beings on the planet. I liked its silliness, its cheerful disregard for historical accuracy, and how every ship seemed to become a sort of sartorial TARDIS for Stede Bonnet’s expansive wardrobe. It was a lot of fun, but it never succeeded in burrowing all the way down into my heart the way that other things do, because the gay pirate space in my heart was already occupied.

And the gay pirates in question were mine, so obviously I’m going to love them more. You’re always going to love your own children, especially when said child is a snarling transvestite monster-baby like Jem Exley.

I don’t know when Jem first appeared in my head exactly, but I can identify the fleeting larval thought that turned into the all-consuming brainworm of Reckless. I was writing something about reef diving off the coast of Florida, and the instructor character made a mention of pirate wrecks. And I saw them. A clear flash of the pirates. One was your typical romance novel sexy pirate, and the other was a fascinating binfire of a human being, flintlocked and loaded, gnarly eighteenth century cosmetics melting off his face in the Caribbean heat. I knew immediately that they were lovers – terrible, messy, co-dependent, and borderline backstabbing lovers – and that their story would come back and bother me at a later date.

And with that I forgot about them.

Sort of.

Jem kept coming back, though. He came back in clay pipes, banyan robes, in the shoes and combs and gloves I saw at the Fashion Museum in Bath. He wandered back by way of Monteverdi, Henry Fielding, and drag queen sass, and when characters keep popping back into your head like that you know you’re pretty much doomed to write the damned book.

So I did, and I had a fucking blast. I read pirate books, listened to pirate podcasts, wallowed happily in Baroque music. As a bonus, because the book takes place so early in the eighteenth century, a lot of the seventeenth century bleeds over into it, and I love the seventeenth century. Like most interesting times, it was undoubtedly horrible to live through, but I had so much fun making sure that the scars of the Civil Wars were still visible in both Jem and Henry’s backgrounds. The lively Restoration theatre scene makes an appearance at the start of the book, and the Duke of Monmouth – one of many seventeenth-century candidates for the ultimate Fuck-Around-and-Find-Out award – is namechecked multiple times as a plot point. Beady-eyed history nerds will also spot a hostile polydactyl cat named after a loathed seventeenth-century despot, who also – happily – fucked around and very much found out. (The despot, that is. Not to spoiler, but the cat lives and thrives, and goes on to beat up iguanas in the sequel, Code Noir.)

Ultimately, though, the fun I had with this book comes down to playing around with old romance novel trope of the virgin captured by the pirate. What if the pirate captor was the virgin in this story? It wasn’t too much of a stretch, especially since so many pirates were so very, very young, and that gave me the jumping off point for the character of Henry Dyer. He’s a kid, only nineteen at the start of the story. Yes, eighteenth-century nineteen is a lot different from twenty-first-century nineteen, but biology remains the same. He’s still going to be subject to the slings and arrows of outrageous hormones, even if he’s been at sea since he was fifteen years old. And he’s confused. He doesn’t fully understand why his dick doesn’t work properly in the brothels, although he hangs around and helps the girls with their book-keeping, since he always had a good head for figures.

It takes Jem – a cross-dressing sex-worker who is quite happy to be mistaken for a woman if he thinks it might suit his latest scam – to unconfuse Henry. Once he knows what he wants, he goes for it, and what you end up with is two uncompromising weirdos finding a way to be themselves in a world that wants them dead. I get into this more in the sequel, but I wanted to emphasise that this is a horrendous time to be alive if you’re not a straight, white male with a fat bank balance, and preferably some kind of title. Aristocratic Jem ticks several of those boxes, and yet still gets sent packed onto a ship for the colonies in the hope that he will die discreetly of yellow fever somewhere. Alive, in England, he’s an embarrassment who keeps doing drag, sucking dick, and stealing everything that isn’t on fire or nailed down. And not the respectable kind of stealing, either, the kind you do with an invading army and a Union Jack. No, this is the poor people sort of theft, the kind they hang people for.

Meanwhile Henry, originally groomed for the church but too clever for his own good, arrives at the reasonable conclusion that he’d rather not believe in a God who seems to keep letting people make such a mess of things in His name. He falls into piracy like so many others, when his merchant ship gets captured by a pirate crew who make him a much better offer. And he likes it. He’s good at it. Nobody cares if he believes in God or not. He gets to work with the things he does believe in, the things he can see and feel, like the wind and the tides, and it makes him a superb sailor. It also, when he gets there, makes him a superb lover.

And that’s what it’s all about, in the end. This story may be messy, violent, crime-riddled, and full of so much vomit that I actually put a content warning for emetophobes in the front, but it’s still a love story. And if the world isn’t going to let you love who you love? Well, you’re just going to have to be gay and do crimes. Lots, and lots of crimes.

And they do. (Spoilers: they’re pirates.)

Hello, this is my first post here :). I go by NV or you can just call me Eye Candy, whichever works best for you! This is just a bit of my art and it’s supposed to be my own personal designs for characters Dazai and Sigma from Bungo Stray Dogs mainly cause I was bored one day and couldn’t help myself.

Anyways, I hope this is an alright first post and please don’t assume I’m trying to erase anything from the characters Identity, these are just silly little designs I came up with for my own personal fun.

Anyways bye :D

repostober day 2 🔥

i know oc art doesn't do well here but im still proud of this one :') my gay lil fire fairy

Happy Holidays, this isn’t a Christmas fic as it was originially made for Byler Week (last... month... oops.) But it’s done and I’ve posted it.

[Byler one-shot, rated-T, 9.8k, Thief Will x FBI Agent Mike]