#i hope i did her justice!

[dakohnooo]

*SSBM announcer voice* Sumus

[rypnami]

a doodle for @girl-named-matty . you’re an amazing friend so. uh. here!! jamie’s favourite sister ❤️ matty my beloved

[kyngsnake]

finished comm for @vnknowncrow 🧡

[pavus]

the hand that steeped it —

This is a little something I whipped up for @kourumi to take part in the BG3 Gift Exchange hosted by @zevlor and @carlosoliveiraa. How could I not jump at the opportunity to write something for a fellow Ketheric enjoyer? I hope you enjoy this. It was such a joy to write! 🖤

Even beyond the ambient burble of stewing potions, the crackling and spitting of the fires beneath a pair of fat-bellied cauldrons, and the distant – if blessedly muffled – screams that reached like desperate, outstretched arms beyond Balthazar’s laboratory, Odie heard Ketheric’s approach long before the door to her quarters opened without a knock.

His footfalls spoke to his determined stride as much as the weight of his armor. And though said determination faltered and said stride slowed as he grew nearer to her door, there was no mistaking him for any other.

What timing, she thought, thumbing at the corner of her mouth to conceal the unbidden twist of it.

Perched precariously on the edge of a well-worn stool, the alchemist did not pivot her critical eye from the simple iron scales upon her desk. She barely acknowledged him, not until the door was shut at his back, the bloodied cries of Balthazar’s experiments had been quieted, and some measure of peace had been restored to the room. Only then did she look up from the scale’s evening weight pans.

In the shifting array of blue and green light that colored prisms tossed carelessly across the room, Ketheric Thorm regarded her with the same look he used on everyone else. There was no sparkle to be found in the dark red-brown of his pupils, no light reflected in the bloodied sclera. Similarly, the arrangement of his features held no mirth, no joy, no pleasure. Even contentment seemed a fickle friend to the man, even now, even after he had begun to melt for her. 

Not that he would ever admit to such a thing, even in the privacy of her laboratory, even drenched as he was in her strange little lights.

“What might I help you with?” Odie asked of him, sliding one leg over the other into a tangle of layered skirts and worn woolen socks and a hem of old lace. She leaned on an elbow as she pitched herself nearer to her desk and the instruments that awaited her. 

Another scoop of fenugreek. 

Before he could respond, Odie dug a tiny spoon carved from bone into the jar open in front of her and asked, “Are you here for your tea?”

A miniature wave of dried up leaves tumbled down into the spoon. Once she was content with the portion, she emptied it into the bowl poised on one of her scale’s weight pans. Too much could damage one’s nerves, but just enough could soothe a cold or calm a fever or… entice, as it had for the immortal, but stony man just beyond arm’s reach.

The gossip that poured from the mouths of the Absolutists had been unkind from the beginning. They were eager to think the very worst of her, desperate to prove that she was nothing short of their imminent downfall due to both her nature and her proximity to their leader. Few thought that she might have something of value to offer them. Fewer still bothered to consider that her presence had improved things.

If you can’t beat them…

“I heard that supplies arrived this morning.”

Odie’s brows rose. She busied herself with plucking at the ends of the braid that coiled from the top of her head, down the nape of her neck and over her shoulder, before pooling on the surface of her desk. “Did they?”

Ketheric Thorm moved closer. His movements were more deliberate in her presence, slower. He reached out. He touched things. He even stopped to lift the jar of fenugreek to his nose, taking a deep breath to fill his nose with the dried leaves’ slightly floral and even more slightly sweet scent. How could she be bad for him, if she proved that he was not made from stone? Statues were not curious things.

“Were you not informed?” he asked, setting down the jar where she’d laid it moments before. His thumb brushed over the handle of the spoon that remained inside. “You should have been informed.”

Her shoulders bobbed in a shrug as the weight pans finally evened out. Out of the bowl and into a separate jar – this one already full of the various herbs and spices that had already been measured for the blend.

The rosemary had been replaced with sage out of necessity. Just as the ginger had been replaced with peppercorn and cardamom. While the tea would be unrecognizable to the palate, the warmth would be the same. The herbaceousness Ketheric enjoyed would be the same. All because the Absolutists feared what change she might enact upon their leader.

Jealousy and paranoia.

Ketheric’s approach came to an end once he reached her side. He stole her braid from her fussing hands and encouraged the heavy thing to drop down the length of her back, settling instead on what of the stool remained empty behind her. The touch he laid upon her chin was as cool with a gauntleted hand as it would have been without, but even still, she allowed herself to be moved. Warmth was not a requirement, certainly not from him.

“I wasn’t made aware of the supplies,” Odie muttered under her breath. Admitting to the slight levied against her stung somewhat, no matter how little the back-handed movements of her peers actually meant to her. “Thought it’d be weeks yet ‘til we saw another caravan.”

Ketheric’s eyes were not gentle, but they were not sharp, either. With her, he did not have to be armed. “This morning,” he said, the rich rumble of his voice trailing from his mouth down to where his fingertips brushed alongside the soft curve of her jaw. “You will have your ingredients by tonight, and if they have been pilfered or altered in any way, the guilty fool will be punished.”

She knew well enough what punishment entailed. Still, she did not speak up against such a response.

“But… yes. To answer your question.”

Odie stared up at him, unsure for a long moment of what he meant. Her lips parted as he swept his thumb across her rounded chin.

“I am here for my tea.”

And then, without another word, Ketheric curled over where she sat perched upon her stool. He tucked his broad mouth against the skin of her brow, leaving behind a kiss that was somehow both cool and lingering. Her heart’s response was an eager tumble of beats that brought a burning into her ears.

Her hand curled at his arm, keeping him close, anchoring him near rather than far. 

“Then, your tea you shall have.” Eyes fluttering shut, Odie allowed herself a hint of a smile, one he was too close to her to see. “Would you like a cup now?”

Ketheric remained tucked inside of her quarters for long enough that another spool of gossip unfurled through the castle, moving from mouth to mouth with the speed of a wildfire. But they could keep their rumors and their assumptions and their jars of dried ginger and bundles of rosemary.

The tea itself was not what kept him close.

It was the hand that steeped it.

[m3gahet]

I just realized that both Robin and my girl, Vivi are both white blazer professionals in Dethklok inc. That is, of course, when she starts the klokateer union. I can see them making eyes at each other like "this town's only big enough for one white blazer boss bitch"

I’m sure Vivi is a sweetie but it was fun to draw some animosity

Aren’t they both bangin Skwigelf?

[theelderhazelnut]

Mommy's little brat

Varian belongs to @middlechildwhoescapedthebasement <3

[kyratittyfish]

A Christmas present for my dear friend @commander-krios- her badass, lovely, gorgeous OC Aurora Shepard. I hope you like it ❤️!

[forestfairyunicorn]

A little Valentine's gift for my friend @fiddlezips of their "recovering succubus" aka buff stronk lady!

[sunsage]

x x x x : x x x x

@moraypower asked: 🎨 if you want to!

Send me a 🎨and I’ll make a stimboard based on your muse

[supermarine-silvally]

Carmen Bauman for @carmens-garden's Jolly Holiday Exchange!

She was a lot of fun to draw! Hope you like it! :)

[inafieldofdaisies]

💭 if you're still doing it Iove to hear Mercedes thoughts

Send 💭 to hear my OCs most recent thought about your OC.

I couldn't help writing Mer's POV of the cute snippet you posted about Esther meeting her <3

A warm afternoon passed in a blur where Mercedes found herself sucked into one of the stories she had selected from the shelf filled with novels at the cabin that had become her home. Whoever those people were that used to live here… they sure had good taste when it came to reading. It had been a while since she had cracked open a book that wasn't a copy of Joseph's bible, especially with the Project's rejecting anything that might cause people to think twice about the Father's preachings. A knock sounded at the door just when she flipped to yet another page and her eyes shoot up to the small clock across from her as she wondered if she truly had lost track of time. "Look at that, you're coming home early?", she noted in amusement and closed the book without bothering to put it back in its place, knowing Jacob wouldn't care about her breaking the stupid "rule". Home? She scoffed at her choice of word on the way to the front door and slung it open with a smile. She had fully expected it to be Jacob so she hadn't wasted any time to check who was standing on the other side. Instead of him, a far more cheery redhead greeted her before she even had a chance to get anything out. "Hi. I hope you don't mind me dropping by. I just thought I'd give you a proper welcome. I know mountain man isn't always the friendliest.", a grin that matched her own followed as Esther Seed reached out a plate of homemade cookies to her. The small act of kindness took Mercedes aback, especially after spending quite a while in the Whitetails and mostly dealing with on edge members of the Project. A friendly face sure was a change of scenery and the fact the person was bringing her something sweet was definitely a bonus, too. "Uh, hi!", she shook her head and let out a laugh, "Mountain man? Oh, he'd hate that."

Esther raised an eyebrow as she thrusted the plate into her hands, "When the shoe fits…" "Thank you, Esther.", Mercedes gestured behind her, "Would you like to come in?" "No. No. Just stopping by." The explanation would have sounded off coming from someone else, but from what she had heard about John's wife, she always seemed to go out of her way to make people's day better. I'm glad to see Joseph hadn't managed to sniff out your light. But she didn't say it out loud, instead asking, "Not to sound rude, but you drove this far just to bring me cookies?" Esther gave her another smile as she took a step back and bounced down the steps that led up to the house, "You're important to Jacob, so that makes you important to me." Mercedes kept her face neutral, letting confusion slip into her tone, "I really don't know what you mean." "Sure you don't.", the redhead chuckled without looking back at her as she headed to a car waiting for her, "Tell him I said hi." She took a second to speak with whoever she had convinced to drive her there, then a tattoed hand poked out of the driver's side window and waved. John. My day is getting weirder and weirder, huh? Mercedes watched as the two drove off before she shut the door and strode off to the kitchen. She dropped off the plate on the counter, the sight of the freshly-baked treats making her mouth water a bit. "I won't eat all of them. I will be good and leave some for Jacob.", she nodded to herself and picked up a cookie, its taste stirring bittersweet feeling in her with an unexpected familiarity, "Ah, mom, I miss you. They're almost as good as yours." An hour later another knock sounded, this time it was Jacob and before she could even get a word out, his mouth covered hers as he pushed her further back into the cabin and kicked the door closed. "I missed you.", he muttered against her lips as the back of her thighs hit the kitchen counter and he hoisted her up on it. "Careful with my cookies. I won't forgive you if they end up on the floor.", she replied, voice dead serious. "Cookies? You baked for me, sweetheart?", Jacob sounded shocked at the idea as his mouth traced a path down her neck. "You wish. And don't sound so surprised, I make mean chocolate chip ones, mind you." A chuckle left him, "Then where did they come from?" By then he had made it to her chest, his fingers quickly undoing the bodice of her dress, her brain turning into mush when his lips covered her bare skin, "Huh?" "The cookies, Mercedes." "Your sister-in-law brought them." "Ah, making friends anywhere you go. I see." You don't even have the slightest idea of my friend making skills.

[doctor-desi]

A new character in the world of Krúos Tallo, Kollet! She was made by @meteorito618 and I think is quite an interesting character! So far she attacked our group, and now she is studying magic in Bjarga with Glacia! I think she’s really neat!

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[alonelycandleflame]

Hatsune Miku x Peking Opera

[tokibuns]

tried my hand at drawing ennui, the boredom ✨️

[parasikt]

never drawn her before