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I DO obsessively read peoples tags when they rb my art

And, yes, I DO kick my little feets and giggle when I get compliments

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Wish I’d known you when we were kids

(valor by @divinestrikes )

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What the heck I WANT A FERRA KEYCHAIN.... 🥺

THEY CAMEEEE!!!!!! 🗣🗣🗣📢📢📢📢📢

I had an etsy sale and needed more keychains to fill the order sooooo~

@wolfbeestudio >:] cherishing my boys forever and ever and they're gonna live on my bag 🧡🧡🧡😭😭😭😭

Also got my bb ferra 😭🧡 (originally drawn by the amazing and lovely and bestest person @jinbugs <3333)

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I made a little video for my d&d party and also realized I forgot how fun it is to make animatics yippie

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To be honest before my PC broke in December, it had been a really long time since I used my sketchbook and I think it has been good for my art growth to get back into it and be forced to draw without the convenient tools that digital art gives you. But man, I'm really starting to miss it. 🥲 It's been good practice but there's been a few times now where I'd start to sketch like a full comic out and then realize what I want to do that would take maybe a couple hours digitally will take me an excrutiatingly long time (if not entirely impossible) traditionally, and it's been stopping me from actually finishing things. 😭

Really hoping I'll be able to afford a replacement in May!!!

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Vivere Backstory Snippet - Unraveling - Revun

As I'm dming for the Vivere Campaign, I've been occasionally writing little fanfics of my player's characters for fun. I've decided to share them every so often here since I've been having fun writing them!

First up: Revun

Cw: Violence

Credit to @dovelydraws for the character, general backstory, and the piece of art in this post.

Note: Vivere campaign spoilers ahead! Other players do not read

Basic character context:

An intro to the campaign. Some context to Mylene and Revun's relationship. Some context to Revun and Beyleth's relationship. This takes place months prior to the beginning of the campaign, and is the last night that Revun sees both Beyleth and Mylene alive. After several months acting as a guard to Mylene's family's vineyard, it turns out that Revun's mercenary group, the Ruby Syndicate, were hired for an ulterior purpose...

Mylene turned to look back at Revun, the moonlight haloing her soft brown hair into an ethereal silver. Her expression was mischievous, and she opened up her mouth–

The night was splintered into shards by a scream which abruptly cut off in a way that was not natural.

"Mylene–" Revun started to order, but her head had already swiveled to look back in the direction that they had just come from.

"What was that?" she quietly asked, but the rhetorical question hung in the air as she had already started to move, to slip off and go towards the sound.

Revun moved before his brain processed it, drawing his sword with one motion and grabbing her wrist with another.

"Don't," he whispered to her, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. His eyes darted around, along the walls; how many were there? Was this a random breaking and entering or planned? No one should have gotten this close to the vineyard without the Ruby Syndicate sending out an alarm.

Unless this was planned, and whoever it was was good enough to get around the others.

The two stared at each other, Mylene's eyes wide and scared yet her brow set and her jaw clenched in that stubborn little manner that until tonight had always made Revun laugh.

There's another scream, followed by angry shouting. Revun unconsciously shifted stances, his tail lashing once, but even as his gaze strayed for just one second, Mylene grabbed at his hand with her free one and wrenched herself free. She was sprinting away before Revun could react, too conscious of the sword to jerk around and possibly hurt her. He bit down a cry after her, because no, he couldn't risk alerting anyone to their location, he couldn't draw attention to her like that.

He cursed silently at whatever gods are watching and took off after her, sparing only a quick glance at the bloodied corpse of the groundskeeper left to bleed out right by the garden's gate.

Past the garden was chaos; one of the stable boys was trying to calm a rearing horse even as a figure in a hood darted around the horse, the moon pointing an accusing finger at the flash of metal and the telltale copper tang in the air giving away the rest. It was enough to give Revun pause, his eyes adjusting automatically to the dimmer lighting. Several other servants were trying to flee, but foreign figures flickering through the darkness were making quick work of the unarmed group.

Mylene.

Revun started to run again, only making a quick check for each corpse that laid at his boots. The house. She must have headed for the house, surely she headed for the house, she was smart and quick and could have made it to the house why did he look away from her for even a second–

He wrenched the door open, the lock already broken, and caught a glimpse of the back of her nightgown and now-loose hair as she turned a corner. Thank the gods. But the relief was fragile, short-lived; the house was not silent; there was loud banging and clattering echoing down every corridor, in every gaping and dark doorway.

"M– stop!" he dared to call. His mentor's voice echoed in his ears, no names. Nothing to identify you with.

But it worked, and she turned to look at him, skidding to a halt as her chest heaved for breath.

"My family–"

"It's not safe–"

"–have to make sure they're okay!"

Revun shook his head. "Beyleth will protect them– please, I promise we'll meet up with them, we need to go–"

Mylene drew in a ragged breath. Revun reached out, offering her his hand opened upwards, but she shook her head slowly at first and then harder. There's a scream, and then the two were running again, down the corridor, past the wine cellar, beyond the kitchen–

Mylene kept going. Revun did not.

There were bodies, in the kitchen.

But towering over them were two people, two distinct heights, one slightly taller and the other just shorter than Beyleth. And Revun would know, because he had seen him standing to Beyleth's right himself.

"Cordell-" his relief was cut as sharply as the bloodied knife he saw Cordell wrench out of the cook's chest.

…Oh.

Cordell and– the taller one would be Allumin, he recognized that slender build now that he was looking– straightened up, and Revun took an uncertain step back as Cordell grinned at him.

"Here to join the party? We're just finishing up this floor– hey!" Cordell shouted after him, but Revun was gone, moving, scrambling for the stairs that Mylene had already started to scale two at a time. "Revun!"

They made it to the top, past the family portrait, down the last hallway where more ominous new dark splatters adorned doorways. To the master suite, and Revun pushed himself harder, faster, closing the gap and grabbing Mylene by the shoulder–

"Stop, don't…" he trailed off as he stumbled to a stop, barely managing not to bowl her over.

Beyleth had often rapped his knuckle against Revun's horns before a mission, had told him to do well with a calm, steady look and a small nod.

That was the same expression he wore now. Calm. Confident. He emerged out of the darkness of the bedroom, the candles inside all blown out just like the rest of the house. He carried one of his blades in each hand.

There was blood dripping down them.

Mylene made a small sound, almost like she was choking, and that was all the time Revun had to brace himself before she screamed, throwing herself forward. Revun dropped his sword in his haste to yank her back, to hold onto her–

Beyleth sighed. "You're too loud," he said, sounding disapproving. Gone was the clinical business tone he had held with Mylene, his more casual, caustic manner of speaking fully coming to the surface. "They can't hear you from that realm, anyways, little miss."

Mylene went silent again, leaning against Revun's chest suddenly, and Beyleth glanced up to look Revun in the eyes. "Hold her still for me."

Like he was asking for Revun to pass the whetstone around the fire.

He would never know what Mylene's expression was at that moment. If she doubted him, or hated him for what he had brought as company to her doorstep. All he could focus on was the way her body was still limp and unguarded in his hands.

His eyes slid back to his mentor, but Revun couldn't think. There's just static. His mouth tasted like smoke, and he rasped out a question. "Why didn't you tell me?" He shoved Mylene behind him, and luckily she didn't fight him on it, mutely letting Revun protect her. "Beyleth. What… why?"

Beyleth raised an eyebrow at him. "Look at yourself, boy. Then tell me why." His eyes narrowed, his face darkening. "Now. Either you hold her still, Revun, or kill her by your own hands. Now."

Revun couldn't reply, couldn't voice his dissent. But he could give it, and give it he did, a quick shake of his head sealing it all into blood.

Beyleth had long called Revun inhuman. It had been both a praise and a colder statement of fact. But as Revun watching Beyleth tower over him, his mouth drawing open into a snarl, Beyleth looked far more inhuman than Revun had ever been.

Revun dove to grab his dropped sword just as Beyleth swung.

[ID: Revun having a nightmare months later after the campaign has officially started about fighting Beyleth like that again. They awake with a dagger clutched under their pillow.]

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Have you watched the cartoon Mickey, Donald, Goofy: The Three Musketeers?

Yeah man, that was a favorite of mine for a while when I was a kid!

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HI ITS ME AGAIN!!! Long time fan lmao!

Can I just say that I LOVE your tiefling Revun? He’s just

I wanna squish his face y’know. He looks lovable and I love his design

Can I give him a hug??????

(Also my brain did a weird flip when I realized one of your characters had my name 🥹)

Yes, hello again!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!! That makes me so so SO happy you have no idea akfgsjgk Revun means so much to me and hearing that other people love her too makes me so emotional lol

You can absolutely give them a hug!! They would love it! 🥹 and tbh they probably need it 😭

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Hello. Tell me, how do you feel about Sohone from Guardian of the Moon?

OH wow it's been forever since I saw that movie!! I really liked Sohone though, I wish they did a little more with him lol. Feel like he was a little underutilized

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Oh wow, this blog apparently turned 9 years old today!!

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VIVERE

“Do you think you deserve it? To be punished?” “I think so, yes.”

A Pathfinder 2e Campaign Introduction Post!

MEET THE PARTY:

REVUN (@dovelydraws)

26 years old

he/they/she

A duel-wielding tiefling fighter. Easy-going freelance mercenary from Alephia, looking for a job that pays well and a little company.

FERRA (@artpepkin)

87 years old

she/her

A beastkin elven rogue from Chiei Thya. Playful vagabond who finds herself wherever the wind takes her. She's maybe gotten herself in a little over her head.

POLITES (@mossy-garden)

17 years old

he/him

A tiefling champion. Proud kingdom guard of Crimyria under the goddess Vildeas, who is willing and anxious to prove himself.

KWAN (@jinbugs)

39 years old

he/they/she

A human investigator. Cunning Po Lian scholar-official informant who is in pursuit of a dangerous secret, the centurion pearl. At any cost.

Glitch (@eternalglitch), our game master, weaves all our loose threads into one coherent story.

One fun rule we’ve incorporated into this campaign: players CANNOT share their character backstories with each other outside of gameplay.

It gives more mystery fun! It’s also driving us insane. Pray for us.

(Map created by @dovelydraws, summary also written by Dove)

A lot has gone into the cultures and politics of each of the countries our characters come from. Enough so that it doesn't make sense to get into all of it on an introductory post! But perhaps later in a reblog.

THE STORY SO FAR…

As of the writing of this post, we have now played 5 sessions of the campaign.

Our party all met each other in the small seaside town of Plumeport, Crimyria. We were all brought together in pursuit of the same thing: a legendary man-eating boar, said to hold the power of immortality.

It is believed that consuming the flesh of this boar would grant eternal life, and even just a bit of its fur or blood can extend a person's life, for a time. The King of Crimyria himself has offered whoever can take down this boar a large sum of wealth and a small offering of its blood for personal consumption. He wants the job to be done in time for the Crimyrian Festival of Flight, in a couple months time.

The bounty on the boar's head has drawn adventurers from all over the continent, but none so far have been able to take it down. Many have lost their lives. While each of our party members have their own reasons for wanting to take on this job, Kwan has a very personal stake in their success.

He has, reluctantly, revealed that he once knew the boar before it obtained the power it has today. He has reason to believe it has swallowed something once known as a centurion pearl: a powerful artifact that caused the fall of a once great kingdom, and threw the continent into tumultuous conflict. Kwan is adamant that this power should not be handed over to any king. Once it is killed, they want to extract the pearl from its body to make sure it can never fall into the wrong hands.

So far, Kwan has only revealed this to Revun. Polites, meanwhile, works directly under the king and wants to succeed on this mission to make him proud. Ferra seems to only be interested in the money and adventure. Revun has also said they were in this for the money, but vaguely admitted to Kwan that they also had their own personal reasons to go after the boar, and if he truly believes its power is too dangerous, they will follow his lead.

Once faced with the boar, however, the party was unprepared and outmatched. It was massive, its eyes as large as their heads, emanating a golden glow. It moved unlike a normal animal, and seemingly bore a higher level of intelligence than it should.

After a deceptively strong start, Polites went down in battle, and they were all forced to run to ensure everyone's survival. Before retreating though, Kwan shot the boar with a strange arrow, claiming they would be able to track it again later.

The party camped outside of the marsh, unable to sleep while waiting for Polites to wake up. They discussed next steps- going back to the city to regroup, get proper healing, and perhaps find a sponsor to help them in their next try. They still have a few weeks to get things figured out.

And that's all, so far! We're all pretty stoked and making tons of art and written works, so keep a look out, we might publish a zine when the sessions start wrapping up. Bye-bye, for now!

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VIVERE

“Do you think you deserve it? To be punished?” “I think so, yes.”

A Pathfinder 2e Campaign Introduction Post!

MEET THE PARTY:

REVUN (@dovelydraws)

26 years old

he/they/she

A duel-wielding tiefling fighter. Easy-going freelance mercenary from Alephia, looking for a job that pays well and a little company.

FERRA (@artpepkin)

87 years old

she/her

A beastkin elven rogue from Chiei Thya. Playful vagabond who finds herself wherever the wind takes her. She's maybe gotten herself in a little over her head.

POLITES (@mossy-garden)

17 years old

he/him

A tiefling champion. Proud kingdom guard of Crimyria under the goddess Vildeas, who is willing and anxious to prove himself.

KWAN (@jinbugs)

39 years old

he/they/she

A human investigator. Cunning Po Lian scholar-official informant who is in pursuit of a dangerous secret, the centurion pearl. At any cost.

Glitch (@eternalglitch), our game master, weaves all our loose threads into one coherent story.

One fun rule we’ve incorporated into this campaign: players CANNOT share their character backstories with each other outside of gameplay.

It gives more mystery fun! It’s also driving us insane. Pray for us.

(Map created by @dovelydraws, summary also written by Dove)

A lot has gone into the cultures and politics of each of the countries our characters come from. Enough so that it doesn't make sense to get into all of it on an introductory post! But perhaps later in a reblog.

THE STORY SO FAR…

As of the writing of this post, we have now played 5 sessions of the campaign.

Our party all met each other in the small seaside town of Plumeport, Crimyria. We were all brought together in pursuit of the same thing: a legendary man-eating boar, said to hold the power of immortality.

It is believed that consuming the flesh of this boar would grant eternal life, and even just a bit of its fur or blood can extend a person's life, for a time. The King of Crimyria himself has offered whoever can take down this boar a large sum of wealth and a small offering of its blood for personal consumption. He wants the job to be done in time for the Crimyrian Festival of Flight, in a couple months time.

The bounty on the boar's head has drawn adventurers from all over the continent, but none so far have been able to take it down. Many have lost their lives. While each of our party members have their own reasons for wanting to take on this job, Kwan has a very personal stake in their success.

He has, reluctantly, revealed that he once knew the boar before it obtained the power it has today. He has reason to believe it has swallowed something once known as a centurion pearl: a powerful artifact that caused the fall of a once great kingdom, and threw the continent into tumultuous conflict. Kwan is adamant that this power should not be handed over to any king. Once it is killed, they want to extract the pearl from its body to make sure it can never fall into the wrong hands.

So far, Kwan has only revealed this to Revun. Polites, meanwhile, works directly under the king and wants to succeed on this mission to make him proud. Ferra seems to only be interested in the money and adventure. Revun has also said they were in this for the money, but vaguely admitted to Kwan that they also had their own personal reasons to go after the boar, and if he truly believes its power is too dangerous, they will follow his lead.

Once faced with the boar, however, the party was unprepared and outmatched. It was massive, its eyes as large as their heads, emanating a golden glow. It moved unlike a normal animal, and seemingly bore a higher level of intelligence than it should.

After a deceptively strong start, Polites went down in battle, and they were all forced to run to ensure everyone's survival. Before retreating though, Kwan shot the boar with a strange arrow, claiming they would be able to track it again later.

The party camped outside of the marsh, unable to sleep while waiting for Polites to wake up. They discussed next steps- going back to the city to regroup, get proper healing, and perhaps find a sponsor to help them in their next try. They still have a few weeks to get things figured out.

And that's all, so far! We're all pretty stoked and making tons of art and written works, so keep a look out, we might publish a zine when the sessions start wrapping up. Bye-bye, for now!

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I saw your "It Was an Accident" animatic on YT and I absolutely loved it! Martin was so cute!!

OH TYSM!!! I'm glad you liked it, I had a lot of fun making it!!! It was the perfect scene to help get me back into storyboarding after so long :)

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I miss having a computer lol

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My profound hatred of all forms of advertising and my scrupulous anxiety over feeling like im bothering ppl or being in the way combine to make doing self promotion really fucking difficult

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