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Eating my hands, foaming at the mouth, biting at the bars of my enclosure. Aki, my beloved. 💖🌈

Aki in a maid outfit- 🥺

Ah, I was waiting for this

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James and my friend's Yandere OC Desmond. I love the lads! This turned out so good!!! 🥺🌈💖

@simpleskull200 your pride raffle art is ready!

OCs belong to them.

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This is an amazing addition, thank you!

It's June 1st, the start of pride month and instead of being super excited this year, I feel nothing but disappointment in my own community not for my identity or being a part of this community. Rather, for the current state the community is in because of a vocal minority of people spreading internal queerphobia and hatred that goes against what we're supposed to stand for.

Pride started as a riot, a fight for equal rights, to be seen and treated as human. Yet, all too often I see people in this community invalidating eachother instead of trying to uplift eachother.

For everyone in the community who needs to hear this:

🩷 Trans women are women.

🩵 Trans men are men.

🤍 Nonbinary people deserve labels that make them feel whole—not erased.

💗 Lesbians can have complex pasts and STILL be real lesbians.

💚 Polyamorous people are valid!

💙 Bisexuality and pansexuality are valid, even if you’re currently dating “only one gender.”

💜 Asexual and aromantic people are queer enough, full stop.

💅 Drag is not predatory. Drag is art. And protest. And joy.

✨ Neopronouns are valid!

💖 Allies have a space in this community too.

No one needs permission to identify with a label that helps them breathe easier, that fits them, that expresses who they are.

You are loved, you are valid, and nobody should get to say otherwise. Happy pride month, here's to spreading positivity and acceptance for all queer identities! 🌈

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It's June 1st, the start of pride month and instead of being super excited this year, I feel nothing but disappointment in my own community not for my identity or being a part of this community. Rather, for the current state the community is in because of a vocal minority of people spreading internal queerphobia and hatred that goes against what we're supposed to stand for.

Pride started as a riot, a fight for equal rights, to be seen and treated as human. Yet, all too often I see people in this community invalidating eachother instead of trying to uplift eachother.

For everyone in the community who needs to hear this:

🩷 Trans women are women.

🩵 Trans men are men.

🤍 Nonbinary people deserve labels that make them feel whole—not erased.

💗 Lesbians can have complex pasts and STILL be real lesbians.

💚 Polyamorous people are valid!

💙 Bisexuality and pansexuality are valid, even if you’re currently dating “only one gender.”

💜 Asexual and aromantic people are queer enough, full stop.

💅 Drag is not predatory. Drag is art. And protest. And joy.

✨ Neopronouns are valid!

💖 Allies have a space in this community too.

No one needs permission to identify with a label that helps them breathe easier, that fits them, that expresses who they are.

You are loved, you are valid, and nobody should get to say otherwise. Happy pride month, here's to spreading positivity and acceptance for all queer identities! 🌈

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Pride Art Raffle - OPEN

Alright, so this will be a little bonus raffle for June because Pride month. So, bonus! Anyway, unlike my other raffles, this will not be specific to a fandom. You may ask from whichever fandom or your own OCs that you want. The only thing for the art is that it will be pride related in some form or another.

Examples of my art:

(bottom three are older, but the newer stuff I want to keep saved for when June 1st hits)

The rules are as followed:

-Like this post to sign up

-Reblog for an extra chance

-Signup period ends June 1st at Midnight CST

-Five winners will be spun the next day

To preserve my sanity and draw a boundary line, I do reserve the right to refuse something if I'm not comfortable with what I'm asked to draw. If I ask you to please pick something else, please respect that.

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Emergency SFW Commissions - Open!

I've made some minor tweaks to my sheet and terms since these are bordering on being Emergency comms right now

SFW Single Character Commissions, Simple to medium detailed designs only!

Will draw: OCs/D&D characters, Humanoids, Simple Fursonas, Ask about fandoms

Won't draw: NSFW art of any kind, Hate art, Real people, Mecha, Gore

Sample sketches will be shared before any digital work begins.

All payments must be upfront! Either through E-transer (in Canada only) or Paypal. All prices are listed in CAD.

Even if you can't commission me Reblogs help too!

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I made the comment on Archive as well, but it needs to be said again.

It will never not be soul crushing to hear about Aki's backstory, but he was such a fun character to interact with throughout the campaign. Even in the sadder moments there was still so much to love about him. 🥺💖

I don't think I'll ever not love Aki as a character.

Mental Health May - Aki - DnD

A little disclaimer:

Any posts with the mental health May will be in the category of Dead Dove, Don't Eat, so read at your own risk. I will also post where the character comes from in the title.

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Choice is a luxury. For some, their lives are chosen for them.

            I was born into a broken world as a dangerous freak. A boy born with the blood of a fire genie, an Ifriti. My mother made no secret that she feared me, that she hated me. She often locked herself away, leaving only food as a reminder that she existed. That behavior worsened when my magic developed. It wasn’t enough that I was an Ifrit, a son of a fire genie, but had the gift of a Phoenix’s magic in my blood.

            My mother brought me to a strange place not long after my magic developed. We were confronted by a gang of foreign men, all humans. She handed me off to them without a word to me, but to them to take the monster away from her. When they approached, I tried to fight, to convince her to keep me. I didn’t want to go. I wanted to stay with someone familiar. She ignored my pleas and told me that she wasn’t going to keep a freak like me anymore. That if not for the world, for the guilt she was forced to carry with me, she’d have killed me a long time ago.

            Something in me snapped that day. Fire erupted from me in a wild, uncontrollable blaze. The men backed off as the fire embraced me. My mother screamed, but I refused to let her from my grasp. I shared the flame’s warm, devastating embrace with her. Her horrified shrieks pierced the silence as she burned away to a shriveled black corpse. I prepared to turn my flames on the men to burn them too, but everything went black after that.

            I woke in a dark place where the men assessed me with their boss. They shared with a sickening enthusiasm the horrific scene of my first kill. I tried to get answers from them, but their boss just smiled at me with a wicked grin. He explained that my mother had bargained me away to be a slave. To be someone’s prized, exotic pet, but that was no more. He planned to train me to kill. To set the world ablaze with my flames. Any protests I managed were ignored as I was thrown into my training.

            The next decade was dedicated to my training and little else. The days were long and grueling that took a great toll on my body. I was rebellious in my early days, but it didn’t take long for them to beat that out of me. I was pushed beyond my limit every day and if I didn’t meet their lofty standards, they denied me any meals for the rest of the day. It was awful. I hated every minute of those days. But I would take them a hundred times over if it meant I didn’t have to endure the other training.

            My training had concluded and I had started my work for the bastard. Despite needing to keep a low profile, he fancied showing me off like a prize pony. I ignored most of it and kept to myself even as some parties became more interested in me for what I was born as. Something changed when he allowed me to be rented out as a pretty little trinket. For the nobility and all others to dangle me in front of their rivals. I had to learn lessons of etiquette for their bizarre, infuriating world. Even then, I would have taken those lessons over what was to come.

            I was rented out by a young human nobleman for a gala. He wasn’t anything special. Just a lesser noble that wanted to prove he was more than people thought he was worth. That night went by in a haze until the end. I was supposed to leave soon when the nobleman took me away from the party to his quarters. I demanded answers that he was too happy to divulge. He explained he had paid extra for this moment as he tore the clothes from my body. I froze while my mind raced.

            I hadn’t been informed of this change. I never made any hint or indication I was open to this. I wanted to know when this type of service was offered. Was it just offered to this noble, or had others made the offer before? What was I supposed to do anyway? Do I just let him do what he wants, or should I try to escape? He was a client, but I couldn’t be sure if he was telling the truth or not. I ended up letting the man do as he wished, then was immediately returned to my boss.

            I tried to speak about the encounter, but the bastard just asked questions about the night. He wanted to know if I enjoyed it. I told him I didn’t enjoy it, but that didn’t really matter. He then asked if it was because it was a man. I wanted that part of the discussion to be over and was honest. I boldly declared that I would have preferred a man over a woman, but that’s all it took. He celebrated and shut down any concerns I had. He prattled on about how there would be more where that came from and how men and women were looking to buy additional services. I tried to speak, to say anything, but he had me escorted out.

            Horror was all I knew as I started this new life. My assassination contracts slowed to a halt. I only knew the life of court and the nobles. I continued to carry myself as I was trained but feared what came after all too often. I saw more men clients after that one night, every man too eager to play with their toy, their fancy doll, their exotic pet. Too often I’d have to spend hours entertaining these men. Too often I had to indulge in their desires. And before long, I would see the same men again and again.

            The first decade of this was pure horror. I stumbled through my life in the dark, afraid of what the next client expected of me. With the next decade, hatred replaced the horror. I was trapped in this life with no way out. I wasn’t as unseasoned as before, but I hated that I was better at this. I hated that some semblance of enjoyment began to spark in me over it all. I didn’t want to enjoy these acts, not with the men that so freely bought me for a night. The third decade brought nothing but a numbness to everything. I had started to get assassination contracts again, but not the number I had decades ago. I had just been glad to do something that wasn’t just be some noble’s nightly toy.

            I noticed changes when the fourth decade rolled around. I had aged mentally and physically at the same rate as humans, but it seemed to slow down. Despite being in my late forties, I looked as if I was still in my twenties despite all others that age showing it. With the return of my contracts, I had gotten much stronger, enough to stall even death. It brought a strange sense of confidence and superiority. I used this to confront the old man that was now my boss. I demanded to have assassination be my primary job while being his prize whore on the side. He didn’t take the demands too well.

            I felt cold steel across my neck and warm liquid down my chest. I felt my neck as blood gushed out. The old man smiled, but it faded when heat bloomed from my neck. Blood ceased its flow as fire erupted out of me. The room, the boss, and his lackey were singed, but not dead yet. I had never seen the boss as afraid as he was then, and I enjoyed it. The fifth decade, he kept to his word and made me an assassin again. It felt good to be what I was trained to be, but that was the final decade I spent with the bastard.

            I had received a contract for a group of nobility in Varesia, in the capital. It was a simple enough job. I went in, killed the targets in my fiery ways, and got out. At least, until I was caught in a grapple. I attempted to burn my captor, but they were unfazed. Their hands found my neck and tightened as they choked the air from me. I fought and clawed at them, but it was like fighting a stone wall. I was certain I’d have died, but their grip loosened when their name was called: Kellenach.

            Kellenach. A name I had heard only in whispers, but knew well enough. It was the Crown Prince of Varesia. What was the Crown Prince doing here? How had he seen me? Did he arrange this? I waited as another man spoke to him. They exchanged words, then Kellenach released me. When I turned to face them, shock took hold of me.

            Kellenach was a stunning man. Tall as I’ve seen most elves were, but he was unnaturally muscular for an elf. He looked more like a tall muscular human with long, pointed ears rather than an actual elf. He had striking long, red hair pinned back with a unique feather pin. He wore plain clothes for a man of his status, but what caught my eye was a set of totems that hung from his belt. My breath caught as I eyed the bear and elk totems. The man was a totem warrior barbarian. A voice stole my attention as I looked to the slender elven man beside Kellenach. This one far less impressive, but a man I’ve seen in passing a handful of times.

            Prince Luan, the middle child of the Varesian royal family. He had renounced his claims to the throne in pursuit of interests. To those in my line of work, we knew Luan held the criminal underworld of Varesia in his grasp. His money, skill, and race bought him luxuries no human could. He had rivals with other races in the underground, but none were true threats. Now, I stood with the kingpin before me and his attention on me.

            Prince Luan explained to me that it was him that set this all up. That I wasn’t in trouble, but in fact I was free from my boss. Luan had bought me from my boss but had no intention of keeping me employed unless I chose to. Instead, he had hoped I would join his older brothers, Kellenach and Faelan, on their adventures. Kellenach protested, but was shut down by Luan, saying that the King would only let Kellenach go if they had a third, unless Kellenach wanted the royal guard with them.

            I didn’t appreciate just being dragged into this, but it was different. A life I never thought I could experience. I agreed to join them, much to Kellenach’s dismay. Faelan was not much happier about the news, but they tolerated me. We grew closer through our travels. Faelan came to trust me as much as he trusts people, but Kellenach was different.

            It didn’t take long before I saw what the Crown Prince desired with his longing looks at his own sex. The looks he’d unknowingly toss my way. I knew better than to get involved, but as we grew closer, it was harder to push away the budding feelings. I enjoyed his company too much. Loved listening to him and seeing him enjoy this adventuring life. The sense of safety that came with his presence and the thrill I felt when near him. It all built and built until we both gave in, but it wasn’t a relationship I enjoyed.

            He was the Crown Prince of a nation. He was not allowed to have male lovers, even if he wanted. He was expected to wed an elven woman, no questions. We should have kept things just physical, but we didn’t. We fell for each other and settled into a secret relationship that we fought to keep secret. This was the source of many fights through that decade as I craved passion he couldn’t give once we returned to the capital. That was until it all came crashing down.

            One drugged drink was all it took. Kellenach and I were drugged with a substance that made us act out of selfish desire, not giving a damn about anything but what we wanted. He acted first, took me into his arms, and kissed me in the middle of a crowded tavern. Faelan got us out, but the damage was done. Once the drug wore off, I snapped. I couldn’t take it any longer. I was supposed to just be a man whore assassin not meant for anything but simple, immediate pleasure. He was the Crown Prince of a nation that needed to focus on his duty and not passing fancies. He begged for me to listen, but I was done. I said my farewell and left him.

            The next day, I was roped into a visit with the court wizard over an issue in the city. The adventuring group that had been gaining favor had showed up, but they had a new face with them. A cute little half elf boy with pink hair. He was shorter than I liked my men, but I wasn’t about to be picky right now. I watched as he awkwardly flirted with Kellenach before I swooped in and stole away the blushing boy.

            I never thought to find another person whose company I enjoyed. To find someone that was bothered by my past and accepted me. I didn’t think I’d experience true, genuine love. Never did I hope to meet someone who treated me not as a toy, but a person. In my pettiness, I found the greatest thing in my life, someone who will love me for me.

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Charlie here has had quite an evolution in his design from his first design to the current one. Feeling really proud of how this design came out when compared to the older ones.

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Look at my boy!

@simpleskull200 your raffle art is ready!

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@celestiall0tus @gamerknight7310 this got a giggle out of me and I needed to share!

This is the best one

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Getting back on that traditional art grind. Doing some silly Final Fantasy self-insert stuff and kind of building out a self-indulgent little AU.

Super excited about how this turned out since it was my first time doing any sort of glowing or fire effects with alcohol markers.

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Boosting this post! I absolutely adore my friend's art!

May Art Raffle - Helluva/Hazbin - OPEN

It is nearly that time and I'm saying let's do this. As voted on by y'all, the May art raffle will be Helluva/Hazbin.

Examples of my work:

The rules are as followed:

-Like this post to sign up

-Signup period ends May 2nd at Midnight CST

-Three winners will be spun the next day

-And with these being ways for me to give back to the communities, but more importantly, my followers and fans, if you have followed me prior to this post, you will get an extra entry. (If you don't like this, sucks to suck. I want to give back to the people who make this shit all possible)

To preserve my sanity and draw a boundary line, I do reserve the right to refuse something if I'm not comfortable with what I'm asked to draw. If I ask you to please pick something else, please respect that.

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Wheezing at the cat pic.

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Emergency SFW Commissions - Open!

I've made some minor tweaks to my sheet and terms since these are bordering on being Emergency comms right now

SFW Single Character Commissions, Simple to medium detailed designs only!

Will draw: OCs/D&D characters, Humanoids, Simple Fursonas, Ask about fandoms

Won't draw: NSFW art of any kind, Hate art, Real people, Mecha, Gore

Sample sketches will be shared before any digital work begins.

All payments must be upfront! Either through E-transer (in Canada only) or Paypal. All prices are listed in CAD.

Even if you can't commission me Reblogs help too!

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Hazbin/Helluva Raffle - OPEN

YES! I know! I said once a month, but y'know what, I'm feeling a certain kind of way, so another raffle! This time, Helluva/Hazbin, and I will make art for the winners.

Examples of my art:

The rules are as followed:

-Like this post to sign up

-Signup period ends April 17th at Midnight CST

-Three winners will be spun the next day

-And with these being ways for me to give back to the communities, but more importantly, my followers and fans, if you have followed me prior to this post, you will get an extra entry. (If you don't like this, sucks to suck. I want to give back to the people who make this shit all possible)

To preserve my sanity and draw a boundary line, I do reserve the right to refuse something if I'm not comfortable with what I'm asked to draw. If I ask you to please pick something else, please respect that.