#I just kinda went with it

[thatstargazingaquarius]

WIP Redstone and Skulk thingy

Idk when it will get done it’s my side project for art class and I need to find metallic colored pencils so

[mercuriallily]

VERY rough Bomba look (it's four in the morning and I can't sleep) (please don't grade me too harshly)

[muunsick]

@deaddoveadventures sent a message. "You really want it that badly?"

Finders keepers, losers weepers.

Thus was the old adage they were taught as a youngling. And, if any witnesses had been around to play referee, it would be the unanimous agreement that they had, in fact, found this loot first.

With grace and maturity, they stomped their foot in a tantrum, glaring daggers at the man standing opposite of them. Between the pair, a felled caravan. Some upturned wagon, torn to smithereens and decorated with gashing claw marks. Presumably the work of an irate owlbear, or perhaps a particularly moody hobgoblin. It wasn't their obligation to discern the crime scene, they were merely interested in reaping the rewards of such carnage.

The aftermath had been picked through, woodland creatures making off with anything remotely edible, but that still left behind plenty of leftovers. Knick-knacks and bits of armor and, if luck may shine on them, treasure. Eden had initially spotted the wreckage from an elevated cliff face, out and about on their usual foraging route. Of course, by the time they had scrambled their way down, their claim had attracted the greedy nostrils of a thief!

Eden was not the thief here, obviously. They lived here, in this forest. But this silky-haired stranger had intruded on hallowed ground! He was nothing but a low-life ruffian here to pillage their precious desecrated rubble.

"You have no right taking what doesn't belong to you!" shouted the hypocrite. "I saw this stuff first. I get first dibs. That's the rules." What rules they were referring to, he did not know. It held as much water as a bowl with no bottom. "Just … walk right back where you came from. I've never seen your face here."

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[batbabydamian]

catboy Damian i will miss you 🥺

[gale-force-storm]

Thinking about the fact that, to pull Gale from the stone and get him in the game at all, you have to decide to try to touch an extremely dangerous looking swirling mass of unstable magic. Something that is, objectively, a terrible idea

Like, the options it gives you are to either touch the sigil or leave, and if you leave you just... don't get Gale in the party

You have to take the risk. You have to let your curiosity override your common sense. You have to look at this unstable, possibly dangerous malfunctioning magic sigil and go "...Ok, but what if I poke it?"

In short, to get Gale in your party, you have to do exactly what he would in that situation, and indulge in a moment of reckless curiosity. And I just think that's delightful

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[kesopan]

hii, can i ask for mobei jun brushing shang qinghua's hair and looking at him lovingly? ur art is amazing btw(ᐡ⸝⸝𖦹 ̫ 𖦹⸝⸝ᐡ)

thank you for the kind words!! (^^ゞ

[wawataka]

they fucking did it again they baby-fied mob bones give me the middle schooler id be terrified to run into at the store back

[theoldkyokodied]

One wedding and three funerals

Background paintings under the cut

[dpurut]

primum non nocere

art ig- @acepostale

[caemidraws]

The Hierophant

[stimboardboy]

do not pet | i bite | nervous

[lesbiamano]

FINEEE i'll draw your stupid greek mythology people

[raepliica]

priest guy sending mixed signals, what is he up to?🤨🕶🤏

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[Image Description: A warm-toned comic featuring Trigun98 characters. It opens with Vash shouting "YOWCH!!" as a half-eaten donut flies through the air, a bruise on Vash's tongue. Meryl, editing papers, is annoyed as he complains: "Ow! Ow! I bi'e my 'ongue..." "What's the rush?" Meryl asks, "They're all yours." Vash, still hurt, tries to explain: "They're jus' sooo good!" Meryl argues back, "Well, savour it then!" Wolfwood has been watching the scene unfold as Meryl continues, "Satisfying your sweet tooth doesn't come cheap, unfortunately." Wolfwood clicks his lighter open and closed, again and again. Without a word, he leans closer, his thumb on Vash's lips. "Wolfwood...?" Vash trails off. Then, Wolfwood opens Vash's mouth and knicks his thumb on one of Vash's canines in one fell swoop. "Wah? Huh??" Vash says as Wolfwood pulls his bleeding thumb away. He licks the blood off the wound then snickers at Vash. Meryl looks disgusted, Vash has lit up in an embarrassed explosion, and Milly remarks, curious: "Those are surprisingly sharp, Mr. Vash!" Question marks float around Vash, and his donuts lay discarded on the table. Each panel is signed by raepliica. End ID]

[artofalassa]

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