#Eviee's art

[evieebun125]

I bring some happy boys for @littlenelielart <3 this is all thanks to @fandomtrumpshate and the wonderful auction they do every year <3

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Zolf just has to live with these two. Those absolute beautiful bastards. Must be tough.

Pretty Zolf under the cut.

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(Just want to point out that this is non-sexual from my point of view, but interpret as you wish.)

Of course, Hamid and Oscar don’t get off easy either.

[yamikakyuu]

A little something for the wonderful @evieebun125 after mx made me some beautiful dice. Hamid shows his love for Azu. Thank you eviee!!! 💜💜💜

[smasher125]

Some birthday doodles for me and @evieebun125 s 27th

[esperanzagalaxy]

 HELLO!!! we got together with my BELOVEDS @evieebun125 @stuffandsuchrqg & @angryducktimemachine to make a 4-way collab and this is it!! i’d wanted to be part of one since they became a thing, so i’m both so thankful and moved that we all managed to get together and make this one, centered around our blorbo supreme :’)) (or- well, stuff and i had to manage, we all now that ed and eviee draw at lightning speed 😂💙)

 shoutout to stuff for putting together the grid and the gifs!!!! isn’t it all so amazing to look at?? look at the styles! look at the choices!! we all draw ears differently! we each do clothes differently! no eyes look alike! ART IS SO FUCKING COOL!!!!!

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I'M SORRY BUT I SAW YOUR TAGS ON EVIEE'S ART: Zamid epilogue???? ZAMID EPILOGUE? Please please tell me more!

DON'T BE SORRY I WILL ALWAYS TALK ABOUT ZAMID

SO the idea I have is set after the first epilogue so between the 5 and 10 year mark after the Change. Zolf comes to stay with Hamid in Cairo and Hamid is still sort of working on his clothing lines, working for a tailor to learn the ropes, and Zolf is working with some food pantry sort of things and helping out where he can

There are a lot of little moments featuring Harrison Cambell novels, Zolf not letting anyone touch his chair until finally trusting Hamid to help him out, a tipsy dance at a fancy party (including a drunken kiss that they are Real Awkward about when they sober up until they just have to try it again), Hamid crying in a locked room and Zolf waiting outside like the reverse of what they did in Paris after Mr. Ceiling...

And it has some zoscar too I'm not leaving that out because that qpr is real hecking important to me so there are bits with Zolf talking to Wilde about it and after Zolf and Hamid are A Thing Wilde moves with them to Damascus (where Hamid starts school again) so the three of them are living together and eventually will move together to England and the pub for the final epilogue. (Also Hamid asking Wilde if it's okay for him to ask Zolf to marry him and Wilde agrees as long as he gets to officiate lol)

BUT basically it's Zolf and Hamid learning to cope and thrive after the Change and dealing with everything that entails and it turns out that they're at their happiest when they're together, so long as the world isn't falling apart and they don't have to make those kinds of big decisions

[adhduck]

How Many Second Chances Will We Get -- Loop 2

Read on AO3 -- with art by eviee and a podfic by tish

CWs: mention of kidnapping and children in danger; canon-typical description of injuries

Grizzop says goodbye again, Azu tries to explain, and Hamid and Sasha do some scouting.

Usually the only things capable of dragging Grizzop into sleep are either exhaustion or a begrudging acceptance that he has to rest for his spells to replenish. Tonight, his adrenaline is miles ahead of exhaustion, and he’s not getting his spells back either way, since they seem to be in an anti-magic cell, so he’s awake when it happens–one moment, he’s squinting into the empty monochrome beyond the bars, and the next, everything is…wrong.

He doesn’t get time to process what wrong means before everything gets worse–there’s a confused, slightly pained cry, and then the whole universe drops out from under his feet. He clutches the hands in his – hands? – and grits his teeth against the sensation of his body being stretched like over-kneaded dough, thin to the point of tearing.

Don’t open your eyes, he tells himself, but Eva did always say he was too curious for his own good, so he looks. Shapes and colors he cannot understand swirl around him, breaking into fractals that break into sharp, abstract points that seem to exist in time but not in space. Above him, inches and miles away, there’s the tip of what might be a finger, and then Grizzop’s eyes unfocus with pain, and a moment later he’s hitting the ground.

“Fuck,” he mutters, which is about all he can manage. His bones are still trying to figure out what size they’re supposed to be, which gives him the rare urge to lay face down for a while, but he pushes that aside and gets to his feet, cataloging if everyone’s okay before he’s even processed who everyone is.

Sasha, Hamid, Azu, Eldarion. But also Hamid’s brother, and Azu’s, and the gnome Sasha seems to know, and—Vesseek.

“Fuck,” he says, with emphasis now. What in Artemis’ name happened?

He checks the surroundings – an empty room with a mosaic on the floor that pricks at his memory – while the others get to their feet. Vesseek is leaning heavily on one leg, nose scrunched in suppressed pain, and Grizzop rushes to their side. “What is it?”

“My bones think they’re liquid,” Vesseek mutters, leaning into him gratefully. “Knee might be fucked up, too. But that’s it.”

Grizzop murmurs a few words and runs his hand gently over Vesseek’s fuzzy ear, watching the healing energy loosen their shoulders and slow their breaths. He lets his hand drift to their cheek for a moment, feeling the warmth of fur and skin as they lean into the touch, then forces himself to pull away. There isn’t time. Not yet.

“What…where are we?” Azu asks, grabbing for Hamid’s hand again.

“It looks like the orgy room,” Grizzop says with a frustrated little huff. “The ancient one, I mean. At least it’s not full of people this time.” He glances at Sasha, but she’s frowning in confusion, gripping her knives and sweeping her eyes between the group and the exit, so he swings his gaze to Eldarion instead. “Can you get us back?”

She looks worse off than the rest of them – accidentally dragging nine other people thousands of years into the past will do that to you, Grizzop supposes – but she straightens and nods, holding her hands out to either side. “Yes. We better not delay, either.”

Azu channels positive energy as they all join hands again, and Grizzop gets the novelty of his body feeling like it has normal bones for about ten seconds before he’s sucked back into the endless, stretching universe.

(He doesn’t open his eyes this time, mostly because Vesseek’s claws dig into his skin like a warning, but also because everything hurts.)

When he does open his eyes, they’re clearly back in modern Rome, which is as relieving as it is frustrating. There isn’t time to dwell on that, though, because across the circle, Eldarion’s eyes roll back and she drops like a stone in a pond.

Azu doesn’t manage to catch the woman before she hits the ground, but it’s only a second or two before she has Eldarion gathered into her arms; she checks for a pulse, nods at the group when she finds one, then scans for injuries. There’s blood trailing from Eldarion’s skull, and her eyelids didn’t fully close when she passed out, leaving a thin line of bloodshot white. Her skin is far too pale.

With a burst of divine pink energy, Eldarion stirs, coughing like she’s been underwater. Instinctively, Grizzop moves to Sasha’s side; she doesn’t acknowledge his presence, too busy staring at the scene before them, but he feels better watching over her anyway.

Now that Eldarion is out of immediate danger, Grizzop draws his bow, figuring he should make sure the rest of them aren’t in danger, too—and immediately sees Einstein, of all people, staring at them twenty feet away, slack-jawed.

“What are you doing here?” Grizzop asks, keeping his grip on the bow tight but not drawing an arrow yet. He recalls what Einstein and Curie had told them yesterday, about imposters wearing their friends’ faces.

“Wow!” Einstein replies, as bright-voiced and oblivious as always. “I can’t believe you made it!”

Grizzop’s free hand twitches. “But we already made it,” he reminds the professor, frowning. “We got here yesterday, remember? Most of us dropped in, and then Eldarion and Azu and Hamid grabbed me and Sasha, and….” He trails off when it’s clear Einstein has absolutely no idea what he’s talking about and turns to the others instead. “Any of you got a clue what the fuck is happening?”

Everyone looks about as confused as Grizzop feels, but Vesseek steps forward anyway, always eager to keep things moving (he fell in love with them for a reason).

“Zop,” they say, slowly, and Grizzop immediately feels on edge. There’s a trace of their Dama voice in even that one word, that careful lilt he used to catch whenever one of the clutch asked where Papa was going. “That hasn’t happened before. We just got out of that weird time pocket, remember? And then we fell into the past, or something like that, and then we got back here.”

A few voices rise in agreement, but Hamid cuts in. “No, wait, I remember yesterday, too. We…we got out, and Einstein was here, but Grizzop and Sasha weren’t, so we got them back, but it meant we lost even more time than everyone else….”

“Oh, zat is very weird,” Einstein says; he seems equal parts nervous and fascinated. “From my perspective, it has been…well, quite a while since I’ve seen any of you.”

“Don’t worry,” Grizzop says, “we already know about the time jump.”

“Time jump?” That’s the younger halfling, peeking out from his spot behind Hamid to squeak in protest. “You mean like- like we skipped a month, or something? Does that mean Ismail is gonna be older than me?” He sounds much more put out by that idea than of losing a month of his life, and Grizzop resists the urge to roll his eyes, or maybe laugh.

Hamid frowns. “So you don’t remember being here before?” His brother shakes his head, and Hamid visibly swallows. “Oh dear.”

“Right,” Grizzop says, because this is getting to be way too much way too fast. “If today is the first time you remember getting popped into Rome with Einstein, raise your hand.”

Einstein and everyone who didn’t go to Japan raise their hands–and, to Grizzop’s mild horror, Sasha.

“You- you don’t remember the first time in Rome?” Grizzop asks her, trying not to be disappointed. He should be glad she doesn’t recall nearly being killed (again), but a small, maybe jealous part of him doesn’t like the idea of her not remembering any of it.

Sasha shakes her head, looking vaguely guilty. “Sorry, mate.” Bi Ming, who’s guarding Sasha’s other side, pats her arm lightly, and she leans into the contact. Grizzop frowns.

It all gets a bit mucky after that. No one has any clue how this memory loss loop thing happened, and there’s not much to do about it either way while they’re in a boarded-up building in Rome, so once the whole infection situation is explained to everyone, they get ready to teleport out, at which point Hamid helpfully brings up that they already know they won’t be staying in Cairo, and should thus head off to find Wilde and continue their mission. It takes some convincing, but Einstein agrees to take them to Japan first and then send who he can over to Cairo, staying with the rest here for the night until he has enough energy for more teleportation.

Vesseek is one of the ones heading to Cairo, and Grizzop knows that’s a good choice – they need to find the clutch, get them to safety – but he still feels the urge to ask Vesseek to come with him anyway. He’s said goodbye so many times; said goodbye yesterday.

 “Hey, don’t look at me like that,” Vesseek says, smiling at what is probably a petulant frown on Grizzop’s face. “You’re practically a master of these by now, oh mighty paladin.”

Grizzop rolls his eyes, but pulls Vesseek in his arms all the same. Their ears brush together, smooth against soft, Vesseek’s claws light against his shoulders. He buries his face against their neck.

“Once we figure things out,” he says, muffled, “maybe I can find some work near you and the clutch. Probably gonna have work to do everywhere, right?”

“I imagine so,” Vesseek agrees, though their tone is soft enough to make Grizzop unsure whether he’s being placated There’s a moment of pause, then another, and then Vesseek pulls away, holding him by the shoulders. “Be quick about saving the world, yeah?”

Grizzop nods, then swallows. It occurs to him that the last time he’d talked to Vesseek, they’d had six months to process getting kidnapped; now, they’ve apparently had about five minutes. “You all right? After the kidnapping stuff, I mean.”

Vesseek sighs. “I think so. They weren’t overly cruel, just doing a job. Worst bit was just getting taken.” A pause, like they’re not sure if they should say more or not. “I was at home when it happened. The little ones are okay, I think–or they were, at least, obviously it’s been a long time. But, um…they did see it happen.”

It’s hard not to imagine it: Vesseek, one goblin in their arms and another on their leg, opening the door to find a person twice their size bearing down on them. Struggling to escape a vice-like grip, managing only to wrench their mouth free so they can scream for the little ones to run, and of course they do, because they already know, they have to know, how dangerous it is for goblins–

“Zop.”

Grizzop blinks, realizes his vision is blurred with tears. “I’ll kill the guy,” he snarls, half choking on it, ”if they’re not dead already. I’ll shoot their knees off, and I won’t heal them after, and-”

“Grizzop.” Hands find his face, wiping away tears, and he sees Vesseek giving him a look that’s equal parts fondness and frustration. It’s a very familiar look. “That’s not your job right now. And anyway, I think I get first dibs on the revenge plot here. Maybe the kids, too, if they get any better aim.”

The joke is a bit weak, but it’s Vesseek, so it works. Grizzop snorts, leaning into their touch, and curls his hands around his partner’s with all the tender ferocity he can’t properly express. “All right, all right. I’ll go save the world, and then we’ll see about the knee shooting.”

“Good plan.” They kiss his forehead, then slide their hands up and out of his grip so they can stroke his ears, playing with the piercings they gave him before he left for Prague. A resigned sort of sadness pulls their eyebrows down and together, though their eyes are as fond as ever. “I love you.”

This is what you signed up for, Grizzop tells himself. “Love you, too, ‘Seek.”

Japan is wet. Uselessly, endlessly wet. Even with casting endure elements on each other, and taking cover under the biggest tree they can find without being too conspicuous – not that they’re ever inconspicuous, with Azu’s armor – they’re completely soaked by the time they start talking about what to do next.

“We went to meet Wilde,” Azu tells Sasha, “but there was a trapdoor in the inn. You escaped–” Sasha straightens– “but we ended up in an anti-magic cell. They wanted to keep us there for a week, to prove we didn’t have the infection thing Einstein was talking about.”

“None of ‘em caught me for a whole week?” Sasha asks.

“We were only in there for a night before we…reset,” Azu says. “But you didn’t get caught before then, no. At least as far as we knew.”

Sasha preens a little, in that awkward, folded-up way of hers, just as Hamid’s eyes alight with realization. “Oh, I can’t believe I forgot! Sasha, Zolf was there.”

That gets Sasha’s attention. “Zolf was there? Like, at the inn? Or was he in the cell with you?”

“He was working with Wilde,” Hamid explains, eager but nervous, or maybe the other way around. “Has been since not long after we all went missing, actually. He was the one who talked to us while we were in the cell.”

Sasha’s eyebrows furrow, eyes flitting back and forth as she thinks. “Thought he would’ve gotten outta the whole thing, but I guess the world is ending. Be nice to see him, though; I can tell him about how I’m not sorta dead anymore. Oh! And about my new daggers. They didn’t try to take any of your weapons away, did they?”

Belatedly, Grizzop realizes he’s gnashing his teeth hard enough to make his jaw ache. He knows Sasha never seemed to resent Zolf much for leaving, but should she be this excited to see a man who abandoned her while she was dying? Who promised her he’d help?

When was the last time you saw your own clutch, Grizzop? a voice not unlike Eva’s murmurs. The last time you saw Vesseek, before they were taken?

Grizzop growls and shakes the voice away, forcing himself back to the conversation, which has thankfully shifted away from Zolf Fucking Smith.

“Maybe that’s why you don’t remember,” Hamid suggests to Sasha. “Because you weren’t in the anti-magic cell.”

Sasha shrugs. “Maybe, but does that mean we shouldn’t go in the cell, or we should?”

Hamid frowns. “Well, if it does happen again, it’s better for us all to remember it, but if going into the cell is what caused it….”

“But everyone reset,” Grizzop points out, “not just the ones in the cell. Not even just the ones in Japan.”

“That’s right,” Eldarion says, and Grizzop starts a little; he’d forgotten she was here. “I suspect our…time jumping is more connected to planar interference than it is to the cell.”

Azu frowns. “Still, I’d rather we not go back into the cell if there’s any other option. I can’t imagine trying to spend a whole week in there.”

“Could just scope out the place,” Sasha suggests. “If they didn’t catch me once, I bet they won’t catch me now. I’m like an…an eel. In…dark water.”

“And we’ll be sleeping…under the tree, then?” Eldarion asks. She doesn’t quite manage to hide her distaste at the idea.

Azu sighs. “Unless any of us have figured out how to put up a tent.”

With the plan set, everyone describes what they can remember of the inn to Sasha, and, after some back-and-forth, decide to have Hamid go with her, so they can report back if anything happens to the other person.

“I don’t know if the professor told Wilde we’re coming yet,” Hamid says, fiddling with his robe. “If he did, Wilde might already have someone patrolling. Or maybe even just told that innkeeper? He was awfully weird when we came the first time.”

“Yes, he was the one who put us in the room with the trap,” Azu agrees. “Hard to tell if he works for Wilde or is just paid by him, though.”

“Either way, keep your guard up,” Grizzop says. “And be careful.”

Sasha frowns, just a little petulant. “‘M not gonna mess up.”

Dammit. “That’s not- I don’t think you’re gonna mess up. Just…it’s not that important, if you can’t learn every detail. This infection stuff seems bad, don’t want you to…ya know.” He looks at the ground, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. At least he didn’t yell this time. Or cry.

When Sasha doesn’t respond immediately, Grizzop’s curiosity has him glancing back up; she’s watching him, an unreadable expression on her face, eyes equally sharp and soft. One of her hands has drifted to her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, mate,” she says finally, seeming to shake free of her thoughts. “I got this.” She gives a tentative grin to the group at large – it falters a little when her eyes move over Eldarion, but doesn’t drop entirely – and glances at Hamid, who gives an encouraging nod and casts invisibility on himself.

With a final mock salute, Sasha turns and runs off, disappearing into the shadows between one step and the next, just as invisible as her companion.

Sasha comes back four hours later. Hamid isn’t with her.

He was noticed by people in the inn, she explains breathlessly – the spell must’ve worn off, or maybe Wilde’s anti-magic technology is more widespread than just the cell – and was forced to go inside and try to act casual. Sasha managed to sneak in behind him, but couldn’t get into the trap room before he fell.

She looks deeply frustrated about the whole affair, including leaving Hamid behind; Grizzop has the urge to tell her this doesn’t mean she messed up, but knows better. There’s some bickering about what to do next – no one wants to leave Hamid alone in there, but they don’t know how they’d rescue him, and no one’s particularly fond of being in the cell either – before they decide for Eldarion to go and the rest of them to stay.

“It will increase our chances of doing the initial planar jump smoothly if I know it’s coming,” she explains, tucking a stray hair back into her otherwise perfect bun. “So this may actually be a benefit.”

She leaves then, with no goodbye apart from a stiff little bow, her sodden skirts dragging on the ground. No one wishes her luck.

The mood is decidedly tense after that. Azu makes a decent cover to lay over the branches with some things in her bag of holding. Sasha does some knife tricks while Grizzop sharpens her spares along with his arrows. They play some cards, but Grizzop’s heart isn’t in it, and Sasha quickly tires of winning.

The sun sets, though the rain never ceases, and no one moves to lie down or get some sleep. No one comes looking for them, either, which makes Grizzop far more on edge than if they had.

And, finally, when he’s just about ready to risk doing some scouting of the inn himself, Grizzop gets that feeling again–wrongness, then pain, then the universe slowly tearing apart.

And then he forgets.

[thefoxybinch]

Redrew this meme for Sunil and Eviee while I’m still on my Sunil kick :’D

Don’t be such a dramatic bitch, Sunil.

[foxyartchive]

Sunil and Eviee get along rather well, especially during the time before Sunil is infected with Dread Seed. He is not quite as dark as the much Sithier people around him and so Eviee often took comfort in his rather chill and muted company. 

Her wariness of the man only comes when something begins leeching away his light. 

TOL AND SMOL!! I’M A SUCKER FOR IT! Sunil stands at about 6′5″ give or take while Eviee is a whole foot (and some inches) smaller. Perfect for hiding under cloaks.

[flytehwire]

An action Eviee for @thefoxybinch as part of an art trade!

[acenettle]

Just a Watcher and her extremely shaggy emotional support animal.

[evieebun125]

*Little Cheerleading Dance* I love your drawings and artstyle! do oyu think a version of the Barbie Mugshot meme would be fun? Azu and Hamid or Sasha and Grizzop I think would be fun! (you get to decide who is who of the meme)

Thank you so much this is so sweet 😭😭😭💕💕

i really debated on who to do, but Hamid and Azu won out!

[ID: A digital drawing of Azu and Hamid Saleh Haroun Al-Tahan from Rusty Quill Gaming in the style of the Barbie Mugshot meme. Azu is a Kenyan Half-Orc in hot pink Paladin armor, she has a shaved head and multiple facial piercings. Hamid is a Egyptian Halfling with a creme blouse and green vest, he has brass scales and wings. /End ID]

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Here’s my portion for our collab with @angryducktimemachine, @evieebun125, @esperanzagalaxy!!! So much fucking fun and it’s incredible how much a simple sketch can change, be improved, and shaped by who uses it!! This was TOO fun... i want to do another one immediately 🥰🥰🥰

Check out their portions!

Angryducktimemachine  |  Evieebun125  |  Esperanzagalaxy

[ID: An art collab between Angryducktimemachine, Evieebun125, Esperanzagalaxy, and Stuffandsuchrqg.

The first image displays a grid with Sketch, Line, Color, DTIYS (do this in your style) at the top of each column. There are four columns and four rows. Each square shows an artist’s contributions to one drawing, starting with one sketch from each artist. The artists never repeat in each row or column. For those who may have trouble reading each name, I have written out the grid below the cut.

The second image depicts Hamid as sketched by stuff, then lined by angryduck, colored by eviee, and dtiys by galaxy. Hamid is wearing a green blazer with gold embellishments, he is smiling towards the viewer with one hand curled towards his face. His brass wings are extended behind him and disappear off frame. End ID]

The grid in order goes:

Title: Sketch, Lines, Color, DTIYS

Row 1: EsperanzaGalaxy, Evieebun125, Angryducktimemachine, Stuffandsuchrqg

Row 2: Evieebun125, EsperanzaGalaxy, Stuffandsuchrqg, Angryducktimemachine

Row 3: Angryducktimemachine, Stuffandsuchrqg, EsperanzaGalaxy, Evieebun125

Row 4: Stuffandsuchrqg, Angryducktimemachine, Evieebun125, EsperanzaGalaxy.

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Redraw of @evieebun125 Salt! I thought I'd go through some old art! I still love this boi

[esperanzagalaxy]

 surprise! i drew @evieebun125 ′s hamid together with mine!! frankly because i decided we deserved it, and because whenever they post new art i go Hogwild about their GENIUS outfit design skills. look at these two. they’d be unbeareable together, but at least they would have a blast. i think. 

 anyway, i had been genuinely itching to draw eviee’s hamid because i was dying to try and follow in her design and style, and seeing both designs side by side is the coolest shit. reminds me why i love art and why i love podcast fanart specifically. hope you like our distinguished little rascals! i think these came out really nice ♥

 and again, eviee, thank you so much for all the love you put into the rqg space ♥♥♥

 IDs under the cut!

[ID: two digital illustrations featuring hamid from rqg as designed by evie and galaxy. the first illustration is made with clean black lineart and bright, clean coloring. it shows both hamids in full body, strolling arm in arm, chatting and smiling. both have brown skin and brown hair, pointy ears, clawed hands, elegant clothes, scales, makeup, long purple capes and each has a single dragon wing out. eviee's hamid, who's on the left side, has his face turned to the other hamid and is smiling widely, with his left arm around his and bringing his right hand to his chest. he's slender and is walking in a dainty manner. he's got green eyeshadow and green lipstick, short and smooth hair slicked back with a few strands poking out, and multiple yellow and orange colored scales dotted around his face. he's wearing a cream colored button-up with two ruffly trails along the button line, a single dark green armband around each bicep, and dark green cuff sleeves with swirling yellow patterns. on his collar is tied a matching green ribbon with an ornate purple jewel at the center. on his shoulders is a high-collared purple robe, with a golden chain keeping it in place and two short layers, the longer side falling behing him. it has a pattern of concentric circles and lines, almost like constellations. the rest of his suit is a dark green half-corset half-waistcoat tight around his middle, with golden borders and two trails of diamond-shaped buttons; its front is cut like a W and on the back it has two longer tails that reach just above his knees. the matching green trousers have a yellow line of swirling and flowery patterns on the sides. his shoes are brown and high-heeled, with golden accents. there are more scales visible on his neck, hands and ankles. his wing is a mustard yellow with smooth dark orange membranes and claw-like spikes at the ends. galaxy's hamid, on the right, is stepping casually forward with a smug-looking smile, right arm around his double as he looks back at him, and has his left hand on his pocket. he's dressed in a black suit, with a green vest that has a shining pattern on scales all over it, and black shoes with white spats. his sleeves of many garments are a shiny mauve color and have yellow diamond-shaped cufflinks. he's fatter, with full cheeks and slightly shorter legs. his skin is dark brown, his hair darker, curly and slicked back. there are two short curls loose on either side of his forehead. his eyeshadow and lipstick are gold, and has less scales on his face but they've got more volume to them. he has dark freckles, short sideburns and stubble on his chin. his mauve button-up is has a red cravat tied around the collar, with a green gem keeping it in place. his cape is a reddish-purple, with spiky and curling gold patterns around the edges, the long fall fluttering at the end behind him. the upper section reaches down to his chest and has a vertical parting towards the shoulders, leaving a second layer visible. it is held together by two slim golden chains below his collar. his wind is slimmer and dark-orange, with shining scales on the yellow membranes. the second image, which is a little more sketchy and drawn and colored with a rougher texture, shows the same hamids making a heart with their hands. galaxy's hamid is to the left and eviee's to the right, cheek to cheek and smiling. this time, galaxy's has a more wide-eyed, joyful smile, and eviee's sports a lopsided grin and a wink. his chain and dangling pink heart earrings are visible now. their hands are joined at the middle, just below their smiles. the hand to the left has gold-painted claws and the one in the right has them painted green. there is a purple heart drawn there between their hands, and the background is a blurry pattern of yellow and orange scales. end ID]

[podcastbigbang]

[ID: A promo graphic for the Rusty Quill Gaming fanfic "Il Re dei Ladri" (Italian: "The King of Thieves"). In the top half, the graphic features close-ups of fully coloured digital paintings of four main characters of the fic. From left to right, these are Zolf Smith, Hamid Saleh Haroun al-Tahan, Sasha Racket, and Oscar Wilde. Zolf is a white dwarf with blond hair and beard, he is wearing a magical illusionary disguise over his clothes. Hamid is an adolescent brown-skinned halfling wearing fancy clothes and a dragon's mask. Sasha is a white girl with short black hair, Oscar is a white man with shoulder-length brown hair. Both Sasha and Oscar are visibly angry. The bottom half of the promo graphic features a photo of an elaborate Venetian Carnival's Mask in gold tones. It has decorative feathers attached to the forehead and is lying on a highly polished stage floor. The background is a midnight blue velvet stage curtain. In golden, looping font, the title "Il Re degli Ladri - the King of Thieves" is written across the curtain, followed by "A Rusty Quill Gaming fanfic, written by Franzis-Frantic-Thoughts, beta read by Who-Needs-Words, with art by Evieebun125 & Nossorgs" /end ID]

Il Re dei Ladri

Podcast: Rusty Quill Gaming Podcast

Rating: T+

Pairings: Brock & Sasha Racket, Sasha Racket & Zolf Smith, Hamid Saleh Haroun al-Tahan & Sasha Racket, Hamid Saleh Haroun al-Tahan & Zolf Smith, Zolf Smith/Oscar Wilde, Sasha Racket & Everyone

Venice. The Floating City. An unlikely stage for an unlikely story.

The actors? A group of people who could not be more different.

A runaway girl, wanting to protect her adopted brother. A jaded P.I., trying to make ends meet. A masked thief, supporting the less fortunate. A mysterious client, hiring his services. A group of orphans, building a life for themselves. And a playwright, looking for inspiration.

Join them, as they meet, and plan, and chase their goals. And let the Floating City take you away into a fantastical world full of magic, friendship, and second chances.

AUTHOR

@franzis-frantic-thoughts

Hi, I’m Franzi. You might know me from 1,200 words turned 40 chapters and an epilogue, or 60k estimate turned 96k words. Well, I’m back at it again and this time I’ll break the 100k. #FranziLearnToShutUpChallenge

BETA

@who-needs-words

Hi! I'm Eli and I'm the beta for this fic. Yelling about fic is my favorite pastime, so of course I beta everything I can get my hands on.

ARTISTS

@evieebun125

Hiya! I’m Eviee, big time Hamid lover and prolific artist.

@nossorgs

Hi there! I’m Noss, part-time server grandparent and stream daddy, full-time tired translator. Only partially responsible for milk crimes.