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smooch on the snoot!

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I’m putting both hands over my mouth I can only hope nothing’s gonna come out But there it is on the tip of my tongue  I think I love you (I think you’re the one)

I stayed up WAY too late finishing this last night but I desperately wanted to get something mushy finished of the monster boyfriends for Valentines Day!  NO REGRETS! 

 [Inspired by @MNEK’s song & video ‘Tongue’!]

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Desmond came back from his trip and gave Citrine a diamond septum ring (hidden in a bouquet of flowers). I had to draw this image as soon as I read this!!! ; A ;

“Citrine turned slowly in place to face Desmond. He was shaky, wobbly like a thin reed on a windy day. He opened his mouth and tried to put it to words. His vow of poverty. The Church of Gond’s focus on function over form. The fact that he’d never received anything that wasn’t pinned to armor or inscribed on a weapon. Even overt affection was uncharted territory for him.  

“I’ve never gotten a gift before. It’s a treasure.” he said, the final word whispered, as if to say it too loud would wake himself from a dream. ”

[written by our DM Grant - from our game @bergond]

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I liiiiiive!!

Work and life have kept me from drawing for myself, but after weeks of picking at it, here’s my boy Leif as a werewolf (which was recently revealed in-game).

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Bibi’s diety, Flora, from my Bergond dnd group! She’s a nature goddess and likes showing up to be mostly a sassy pest but sometimes helpful when she feels like it. You can find out more about our game here: @bergond​

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Desmond currently has a (painful) haunted arm so of COURSE he is taking care of it in a fashionable baby-sling manner.

[ BG is from this neat Harry Potter asmr/ambiance vid ]

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THESE TWO!!!!!!!

Some WIPs I haven’t had time to finish of Desmond and his boyfriend Citrine.

 Desmond is not used to having long-term relationships, and Citrine has never dated so they are both very fumbling and adorable together, but a very good pair. I originally intended Desmond to remain unattached and more of a philanderer but the dang sweetie DM threw this good kind boy at him to try and fix his very broken heart! XD

The last pic - Des is on a business trip right now and he’s calling Citrine on their cellstones (stone of farspeech) every night <3

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A wonderful little story, thank you! <3

Art Fight 2018: Kimbles

19. Satin in candlelight

Desmond grimaced at his reflection and immediately regretted it. Aside from his dissatisfaction at the drape of the garment, his expression of disgust only served to highlight his preternaturally caprine features. He dropped his gaze, taking a moment to allow his face to return to neutral, then breathed deeply and lifted his eyes to the mirror to examine the fabric again.

“Your tea is ready, my lord.”

Without acknowledging the actual reason Madame Serah Potts had entered his chambers, Desmond turned toward her and gestured in frustration. “I don’t think I like it, malia. Something’s not working.”

Serah raised a brow. “Do you know what?”

“The fabric itself, perhaps.” Desmond whirled to face the mirror, pulling at his chin in thought as the half-finished robes whispered around him. “It looks… cheap.”

From behind him, Serah snorted. “My lord, nothing you own is cheap.” She was the only servant in the household able to get away with such impudence, and she knew it. Desmond gave her reflection a withering look. “If I may,” she continued, setting the tea tray on the lacquered wooden table, “the fabric is fine. You’re looking at it wrong.”

Desmond tilted his head. “Am I?”

“Yes,” Serah responded definitively. “And I mean that in the most literal sense.” Producing a matchbox from the pocket of her apron, she brought the flame to life and lit the wicks of a curling silver candelabrum. Desmond watched, head still canted in confused curiosity, as she crossed the chamber to the large windows bright with mid-morning sun. One by one, she drew the curtains, darkening the room until the only light shone from the candles on the table.

“Malia, what are you–”

Serah held up a finger for silence as she made her way back across the echoing wooden floor, lifting the candelabrum and approaching the mirror. She twirled her finger and Desmond turned obediently to face the glass. “Now how does it look?”

Desmond paused. The satin shimmered in the candlelight, moving like liquid around his slender frame. Shadows lingered in the folds of the fabric, interspersed with slices of coppery light. Slowly, he nodded. “I see.”

“It’s not a fabric meant for daylight. There’s no mystery in it. Even after dark, it’s a hard one to pull off.” Serah smirked. “You have to wear it like you mean it.”

Peering at Serah over his shoulder, Desmond offered a wry smile. “How did you get so wise?”

Serah shrugged. “I’m old. I’ve been around. Would you like the curtains opened?”

“No, thank you malia. I think I’ll work like this.” Desmond gazed into the mirror again, turning this way and that, watching the robes shift in the light. “It inspires me.”

“Suit yourself.” Serah stepped toward the door. “Don’t forget your tea.”

(Art attack for @kimbles with her Tiefling, Desmond Cagliari)

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We are level 3 and Desmond has yet to lose HP! (Max made this gem)

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Leif!

- @adriana-likes-tea

Here’s a quick-ish drawing of my forge cleric boy Leif!  He’s wearing new armour and has been letting his facial hair grow a bit.

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Marroudi's Marvelous Declamatory Revelation

Spell Level - 4th School - Transmutation   Casting Time - 1 Hour + 1 Hour per day since last new moon Range/Area - 10 ft Components - V, S, M, F*  Material - wet clay, butterfly's cocoon, or freshly carved effigy *Focus - An item of clothing or garb belonging to the target of great personal significance Attack/Save - None  Damage/Effect - NA  Classes -  Druid, Cleric, Sorceror, Warlock and Bard

Description: Marroudi's Marvelous Declamatory Revelation transforms a willing target creature other than the caster into their true self. This may be any humanoid race and/or gender within two sizes of the target's prior size. The target becomes this creature in truth: body, mind, and soul (it is not an illusion or a polymorph or similar effect).  The spell's duration is permanent, but the spell requires a constant source of magical energy to act as the concentration for its maintenance. The target creature can either have the spell cast again on the night of each full moon, or imbibe formulated potions once per week to maintain the effect (the formulated potions often cost 5 silver and are readily available from most alchemists, apothecaries, and wizards; rural areas often have travelling merchants who carry them). If the target creature is unable to do either of the forms of maintenance, the effect of the spell will begin to revert slowly over a 7-day period. 

Spell created by our GM, Grant -  This is a spell for characters whose physical attributes do not match their true nature. It allows characters to be who they really are.

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At Misery’s “pure skin” comment Leif shakes his head and smiles, “Well, not much of a choice for that when you’re a smith, ma’am. You wouldn’t believe half the scars I’ve got—“ He rolls up his sleeves and showcases a mismatched set of scarred tissue peppered across his arms; some from cuts, others from burns—you name it.

*****

“See these hands and scars?” he says as he shows his palms, then rolls up a sleeve for Parell to see his arm. “They’ve been a work in progress since I was five.

Scars from cuts, scrapes, burns, callouses, etc. that Leif has accumulated over the years as a blacksmith.  He started at a very young age so I’d say most of his scars are pretty old by now, since he’s gotten better at his craft.

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I need a simple favour. Somethings not right and I don’t like it but I can’t lay my finger on it” said Chipper, “I can’t tell if this is just a normal shindig or we’re up against a viper who’s lured us into ’er nest. What’s need is some way to gain the upper ‘and, and you ‘appen to ‘ave something that’ll render me invisible to the upper class.” For the next few minutes the table occasionally shook and bumped before out crawled Pasty wearing Desmond’s fancy blue jacket, the seams straining against the half-orc’s back and arms, followed by Chip in a loose fitting waiters uniform.

“That’s better, you go ‘ave a dance and hit the buffet but keep an ear out ok? I’m gonna see what’s really going on.” And with a quick secret-handshake, the two friends parted into the crowd. Pasty winked and made a pistol-finger motion to Chipper. “No worries Chip, even your best mates won’t realize I’m not you.” Pasty turned on his heel and moved into the larger body of the gala crowd.

Art by @kimbles

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Desmond’s knight in shining armourrrr! This is Citrine, a Knight Errant of Gond! 

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Desmond’s D&D game is all via text in a post-by-post format so there is so much downtime between ‘scenes’ that it gives me time to draw my fav moments!  (You can read it all over at @bergond if you are so inclined)

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Desmond working on some fashion designs for a gala!

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Bibi’s gala outfit for the Matrician Rakkah’s Spring Gala - artwork by their player k

Designed an outfit for my dnd character Bibi for the super fancy rich gala they’re going to in @bergond!! I’m not sure how well they’ll fit in yet, but they’re trying their best to look fancy lol