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The DnD 3.5 campaign I'm in is now officially 5 years old... so here is to many more to come!

A lot has changed over the time, some party members have come and gone, but the memories and the story and certain idiots' camraderies persists, and I hope it will not change anytime soon.

So thank you, to my DM and to my fellow players: the idiot who's I've been alongside of through this journey from the start, the nerd we have gained along the way and has become to us an inseparable element of the group, to the players who have split off or left and to new one - and maybe one day new ones - to join us on this insane ride.

This ended up being a big concept and I will most likely get overwhelmed trying to finish it off over the years to come, but... I wanted to get at least the sketch done of our party as it started, and as it is now.

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Since I have subjected Ivael and Vlos to this last year... I figured it's the big scary draconian paladin's turn. And I suppose I might as well just throw in last year's here as well, since I never uploaded it here, I think.

(Now excuse me, gotta go apologise to Karik's player now 😂)

feat. Ivael and Karik, and Ivael and Vlos'veldri

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Happy New Year!

Or, well, it was still the 1st somewhere in the world when I finished it a few hours ago (and promptly forgot in the meantime that Tumblr is a thing).

Just have Ivael's familiar, Yukin'vel, being a silly potato. Because for some reason the idea of a draconic weasel got stuck in my head and refused to leave. Now I wonder if my DM would actually allow this at some point---

Yes, it's messy. Shush. I just wanted an excuse to draw a Vel with tiny dragon wings and horns and Ivael with bunny ears. Shhhh.

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I was planning on doodling the Aki sisters for the Autumn equinox on the 23rd, but life has a way of being... well. Life.

And hey, it's only four days later despite everything going on here, so... I'll still take it as a win! (shhh)

Messier than the other two, but. I actually had to look up the character designs for once, unlike for Cirno and Yuuka, plus the picture itself is a bit more complex, so I'll give myself a pass regardless on that lol

....and no, we do not talk about the messed up fabric structure. Nope.

Not at all. Happy Autumn time~🍁🍂

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It has been years since I last did anything for the ⑨ day, so figured I might as well do a little something while taking the bus today to places.... due to that, I missed the time a bit, but it's the thought that counts, right?

So, Happy Cirno Day! I never want to draw feet again!

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Since apparently 14th of July is Sunflower Day in Japan, had to honour it with my favourite crazy flower lady~

It has been far too long since I drew anything for Touhou, and there are far more mistakes here than I'd have liked there to be, but... you know what? I spent a bit over an hour on this, I'll take it as it is with how rusty I am (I shouldn't even be drawing in the first place, I'm still dealing with leftover tenosynovitis ahaha---)

So anyway, happy Sunflower Day~

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Since I am behind with everything as always, I figured I'd at least try to finish up and clean up slightly a sketch of an older rough that I've been too intimidated to touch until now, so...! Next year's goal for #mermay: lineart and, hopefully, colouring it with inks! Which I am going to probably hate myself for, because this will be the most ambitious ink project yet... I underestimated the composition I wanted to go for at first and ended up with something that barely fits on an A3 paper😂(Please send help) Anyway, feat. my rogue Ivael and our party's paladin Karik as merfolk because.... well. I mean. It IS mermay, what did anyone expect lmao

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At long last, a very much overdue portrait of Karik, the draconian paladin from out 3.5 D&D campaign...

Was doing the scales this way necessary? No. Not in the slightest. But I did anyway and- anyway just take it okay I- just take it. Shh.

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I just realised I've never really shared a picture of her anywhere outside of the games she was in... but anyway, old coloured sketch of my assassing rogue drow, Vlos'veldri. She was technically the first D&D character I ever made (not counting ones I made in cRPGs like Baldur's Gate), back when I was 13, and is now one of my oldest characters ever... though I only got to play her for the first time around two years ago in an actual game ♥

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After far too long, decided to give commissions a shot once more!

Long story short, the one downside of my job is that during holidays there’s a high risk of losing working hours due to lack of projects, and. Well. That’s exactly what happened in my case this year, effectively cutting my paycheck down by 25%. So I want to try to catch up to at least get back on track financially.

Spreading the word would be much appreciated!

Haven’t been able to compile samples for more fullbody styles, but if you see anything in my art that you’d prefer for your commissions, please feel free to ask about pricing that instead!

For any questions, concerns, inquiries etc., please feel free to message me here, or at: Discord: 魔ぜる#4070 email: mazeru.yuma@gmail.com twitter: [link] instagram: [link] Facebook: [link] DeviantArt: [link]

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🌸 Introducing the “For Our Dream” Rin & Haru Zine Contributors! 🌸

We’re so excited to introduce you to the lovely artists and writers that will be taking part in our zine! Work has already started in earnest, so please look forward to the beautiful product we’ll be creating together!

Click below for links to everyone’s social media~

Keep reading

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until the day we can dream together again ✨

Because today is what would technically be the 10th anniversary of something amazeing and phantaspecial. 

I actually sketched out and lined the whole thing a year ago but. Couldn’t quite bring myself to finish it. So just did my best to ride what little motivation wave I had this year instead ahaha... round number, and all that.

Well. Here it is. 

And as always I have no proper means to take good quality pictures and my scanner is dead, so... yeah, pardon the crap quality? XD;

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Mermay time! 

And time for me to actually finish something for the first time in... uh..... uhm. A long, long while....?

But no mattter, finished something at least! After literal months of complete slump. So here it is, my dumb, socially inept caterpillar of a half-drow Ivael, as a mermaid. Because why the hell not, right? This was... actually kind of fun to work on (even though I just keep spotting new and new mistakes ahaha.... let’s just try to ignore those, shall we....)

Cross-posting to the instagram for the first time too :’D https://www.instagram.com/p/CA4w0bYHhcJ/

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So, apparently, I have decided that I should make this mistake, and so here I am! I frankly have no idea what the hell am I doing here but... Kinktober time on top of Inktober time! The latter of which I will start posting when I actually can take pictures of the doodles made for it so far ahaha.

Kinktober 2018

1. Deep-Throating | Inflation | Face-Sitting | Masks

Masks were part of the region's culture, and it was hardly uncommon to see people wearing them, especially around this season. People have always loved them, using them either as just another fashion item, something to stand out in the crowd more, or as means of hiding their imperfections, or for some ritual purpouse. Everyone had their own reason, and no one questioned it.

But with the masks, especially around this particular time, came a different kind of thrill to her. Multiple levels thereof, in fact.

She's never been all that fond of them, personally. No dislike there, either, but they simply did not strike her fancy in particular on a daily basis.

But this, this was different.

The Carnival.

Mingling among crowds of people, all the faces surrounding her covered in various ways. Tribal masks, plates made to resemble other creatures or other people, intricate, delicate laces to lend an aura of mystery to their wearer. Surely enough, one could still tell people apart, especially when used more to paying attention to how people were built and moved rather than their faces (something she found to come with her profession, really, with all the years spent out in the streets fitting herself out for survival, and later on in training chambers of the desert fortress, still with the same goal but with a different target and different scale). But there was still that dose of uncertainty, that lack of familiarity. The way the garments altered one's features, hid them, made them harder to read. It would force her time and time again to take that additional second, additional heartbeat, to ascertain who has just brushed past her, to figure out that the figure walking a few steps away from her was similar enough in posture and in clothing tastes, but was not, in fact, her quarry.

It made her heart skip a beat when there would be hands trying to pull her in and when she would almost let herself be swept away before realising that the touch betrayed that the mask did not hide who she was expecting.

It made the blood in her veins pump just that bit faster when she's finally found herself tucked away in a more private corner, questioning whether the touch she was feeling really was the one she was familiar with, because as certain as she thought she was, the mask hiding the usual shy smile made the encounter feel foreign, the barely visible in the shadows twist to the lips seeming more coy than bashful.

There was something shameful about seeing thrill in it, about the arousal that came from the risk of being in the wrong hands, of being defiled rather than faithfully fulfilled. But she wore a mask as well, and that was enough to justify it in her mind, to tell herself that it was fair game for they both were playing the same one.

And surely enough, in the dim purples of dawn breaking over the horizon, she would ascertain that the naked body tangled with hers was, indeed, the one she was looking for, and the memory of the touch, the caress, of the shapes she's long known by heart and mapped out yet again just hours prior were unmistakably right. Yet it would still make her shudder with relief upon realisation that she was in the right place, that nothing has been soiled (spare perhaps for the sheets and their clothes, scattered around the inn room in disarray) and she would find pride and solace in sliding back under the covers, sneaking back into the embrace, curling against the other form, fitting like a puzzle piece, the masks long discarded.

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one of the most frustrating moods is Desperate Need to Create Something, Anything + persistent lack of motivation/attention/ability/time/inspiration/energy to do so 

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It’s been 84 years....

A humble submission for teenOCzine

This is one of my oldest OCs, right next to one that has been redesigned since her inception so drastically the only thing that remained in common was the two-toned hair... but that’s a story for another time.

Working on this one has been... quite the blast from the past, honestly. I have left this character collecting dust with many others in my drawers since junior high and have not looked back until just recently, really. Worst thing is, after so many years, the image of her with that dysfunctional outfit just stuck, and any attempt at designing it into something that makes more sense just utterly failed as she just... did not seem like herself at all anymore. In the end I just conceded to the fact that in old D&D crpgs you had characters running around with bare knees as well so showing a bit of legs would not do too much harm, and limited myself to covering her stomach at least, but... well. I mean hell, she was not meant to have much of an armor in the first place, okay! The whole point was her being utterly vulnerable defense-wise and having to rely on skill rather than protection, so!  ..../cough Aaaanyway....

Xinef the New (freshly finished an hour or so ago), Xinef the Old (~14yo maze art), and Xinef the Oldest (~11-12yo maze art), ladies and gentlemen. Oh, and, piece of trivia - she is actually not a drow, but rather a... well, she’s still a dark elf, okay, fine. But I based my rendition of dark elves on Lodoss’ rather than D&D ones back at the time, creating from scratch my own take that *did* in the long run bear cultural similarities to the drow culture on top of the general physical appearance, but... the whole mess that were my Morannemis is yet another story altogether as well.

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It’s been 8 years....

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