#dark fantasy

[godivaghoul]

[vampiire-diary]

[strange-house-art]

𝕵𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗

[cultofthewyrm]

The Horned Arbiter by Deimos-Remus

[cultofmortem]

[whereserpentswalk]

You sell items to adventurers for a living. It's relatively easy to get business in a frontier city like the one you live in. You were planning on becoming an adventurer yourself but an injured leg when you were young prevented that. But because you already know how to find items, and how they should be fairly priced, so it's a good living.

Not everyone who thinks of themselves as adventurers actually are adventurers. You sometimes have to sell weapons to naive groups of kids, who have no idea what they're doing. Useally you humor them, they tend to go off into useless places with no gold to be found, an old mineshaft that's been explored a thousand times over has become famous for such things. If they seem like they'll go somewhere way more dangerous than they should, you point them to the mineshaft.

Of course, most of your business is from actual adventurers. They tend to be wanderers, foreigners, a lot of ex merchants or ex millitary, or children of nobility who cant inherent, the type of people who never had the chance to make a safe living. Most of them are nice to you, and if they're not you know how to get them to leave.

You also know how to become a protecter for the adventuring parties who need it. Your shop is basically the center of their community in this part of the city. If a spellcaster is part of an illegal religion, or performing banned practices, you know what symbols to sell them to help them hide themselves. If someone is clearly a runaway slave or serf, or from a race that's considered a monster in this part of the world, you know how the forge the right documents. There was a hobgoblin who frequented your shop for a long time, who you sold weapons to, who you had to testify in front of the city sherif was not a hobgoblin but was infact a member of a rare subrace of elf that you made up to protect him. You may have also recently made an entire fictional category of magic legally real for the sake of protecting some necromancers you know.

There are some people you never sell to. It's not considered good principle to sell to people who would gladly kill your other clients. There was a group of warriors weilding holy magic who talked a lot about punishing sinners, they came back with the heads of goblins and hobgoblins a lot, and vampires, and humans of religions other then theirs. After they started bringing in more of their freinds you cut them off.

There are people who you wished you hadn't sold to for other reasons. There was this human noble girl who you sold a suit of armor to, she had run away from an arranged marriage and joined an adventuring party so she could be as far from her parents as possible. She seemed so excited to be in a big city, to be out in the world, she chatted with you for hours about an epic poem from ages long gone that she liked. When she came back to your shop after her first quest she had turned undead, something happened in her first dungeon that changed her, her skin was pale, and her teeth had turned sharp, you just remember her shivering and trying to cry, and muttering about how cold she was. Her other party members said they were happy she was more durable like this, they didn't seem to care about her outside of that.

And of course, there's the fact that every adventurer you know, useally doesn't come back eventually. When a full party goes you can assume they left town, but when just one or two from a party is missing there tends to be one explanation. Most adventurers don't have long careers, and mortality especially high for rookies. But you don't tend to ask if anyone is dead, it's better to just assume they went home, as implausible as it may be.

[littlebambdraws]

Happy #LesbianVisibilityWeek !

With these two only in mind, share your headcannon for them ♥️

[anneverapoetry]

I want the whole world to get sucked up into a void so I can avoid my responsibilities and at the same time, it wont be my fault.

[madcat-world]

Defrag - Alexey Egorov

[faiiryteethh]

𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢: 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔰 🧠🔪🏥🩸

[manincaffeine]

Her arms are safety, her love is sunshine, and her pussy tastes like heaven.

[vane-sya]

The Phantom Painter - Miasma by Moustahiech

[sometimes-space-remain]

https://kelli-057.ludgu.top/k/yHAuF6P

https://kelli-057.ludgu.top/k/yHAuF6P

[only-better]

https://carolyn-763.ludgu.top/v/iVucXW2

[cultofthewyrm]

The Priest by Arief Rachmad