#i love this tiefling man

[rolansrighthorn]

Rolan letting his hair down and shaking his head a little is equal to a woman taking her glasses off to reveal she's way more beautiful than anticipated rb if you agree

[namarikonda]

oh, wyll... the literal prince of my heart

[angelkissedface]

sister, o my sister; the knife in my back.

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

okay but does it ever kill you how much Wyll loves being the Blade of Frontiers? I think we tend to think of Wyll as this serious, stoic guy, but he's so ridiculously silly about his whole superhero persona. He grew up absolutely in love with storybook heros and tales of bravery and all the bard songs and legends. Look at his reaction to meeting Minsc and Boo!

He must love getting to be a figure like that for a whole new generation of kids. He loves the bard songs (even the bawdy ones!) and the title and the stories, but he just loves being someone brave and worthy and able to help. He loves being a hero!

And to add on to that, its definitely a coping mechanism for him. Perhaps a bit of a messed-up one, but hey, its working.

Which is why the body modification by Mizora seems doubly painful- it doesn't matter that Wyll got them for noble reasons, what the horns do- (and what Wyll knows they do, because he's not an idiot and he understands the common people better than probably anyone else)- is send that whole dream crashing to the ground. He's immediately marked as other. Florrick almost completely passes over him. The tiefling refugees shrink around him. The guards at the doors of his own city don't recognize him. I think Wyll could absolutely win the people's hearts back, he's Wyll Ravengard, of course he could! But in the short term, by gods that's got to hurt.

This is at least the second time in his life he's lost everything in one fell swoop. No wonder he's miserable at the tiefling party- I would be too! It's a testament to his frankly astonishing emotional fortitude that he's barely even moping.

[adrianne-mac-art]

"Without your words, your touch... I fear I would have sought purpose and solace in that void. You reminded me what living can feel like." - Gale of Waterdeep

[scribblemakes]

Isn't it so cool how Wyll Ravengard invented romance, thank you mr Ravengard

[ID: Two coloured sketches of Wyll Ravengard and a player character from Baldur's Gate 3. The player character is a taller, muscled, elf with green eye makeup and long dark hair. The first image shows them touching foreheads. The second shows them together in bed, the player character kissing Wyll's jaw, with an acorn to the side. They look happy in both images. /End ID]

[arctophyllax]

Zevlor would be a quiet lover, silent if you need the silence. He would be a gentle lover, approaching certain moments with a bit of hesitation—not because he doesn’t want to do these things:

Hugs, kisses, sexual intimacy, even innocent intimacy.

He would need just a moment to deal with the emotions he feels, he hadn’t let himself feel these things for quite a while, but you make him want to embrace those feelings again. You make him want to pile up enough courage to touch you just a little more recklessly than he would usually allow himself to.

He would take his time with you, in all matter of things, because he never had much time in his life. Everything always rushed and hasty in his life. He would be patient, need you to be patient. He would rediscover what it is like to let himself feel love, be loved.

What the warmth and embrace of another living being feels like, what a life absent of violence and blood feels like. He would kiss you any second he gets to kiss you, he would constantly hug you from behind, cling to you, bury his face in your neck, inhale your scent.

He would never be far from you, he wouldn’t hide how depraved he is, though he would never tell you that he is depraved. But you would know. It would be painfully obvious.

He would enjoy holding your hand, entwining fingers. He would wrap his tail around your thigh, around your waist, around your wrist, let you hold onto it when you were too far to hold his hand. He would seek your warmth at any moment of the day, he would become so utterly addicted to your love.

Some nights he would cry, overwhelmed by those feelings, reluctant to let himself be happy. He would ask you what you see in him—not because he wants you to flatter him, but because he genuinely wonders why you chose him, what you see in him that he can’t see.

But when you do flatter him, praise him, call him beautiful, tell him that he is a capable leader, a strong person, a good tiefling to his people, that he’s worthy, he would crumble. He would melt into your embrace, cheeks and the tips of his ears flushing an even deeper red than his skin already is.

He would seek your touch, physically and emotionally, innocently and passionately.

He would have you any way you’re willing to have him.

He would be there for you, praise you, care for you, love you and protect you. Unconditionally. And he wouldn’t expect much of you in return but everything you do for him would leave him filled with warmth and a fondness he would struggle to comprehend.

[amakiakudian]

The T stans for tiefling

Durge is just happy to know someone else like him, especially when is another tiefling.

[lazlolemur]

Wanted to have some fun experimenting w colors and layers and was thinking about saint Sebastian

Scimitar (He/Him)

Npc by @/scribblemakes

Edit: plus closeups :)

[sobeesknees]

my greatest fuck up in my first run was minding my own business

[cyanide-hides]

Redrew my dnd boi Sun again so of course you are forced to witness his growth! This is a rough timeline of how he looks now and the very first drawing of him :^)

[taruolentow]

a kiss of death

[cagedcambion]

I'm not immune

[fanstuffrantings]

Concept: elf tav who is just under 300, all of her children died as adventurers or guards. Her husband and her became vastly different people in the wake of all the grief. They havent spoken in years, incapable of existing around each other before breaking down. The journey after the crash she keeps seeing shadows her kids in the various party members and as such she desperately wants to help them. Save them in ways she couldn't for her own children. A pillar of love and guidance because her children may be gone, but she will always be a mother.

[bexyarts]

Artfight Attack #4

Since Artfight is officially over I'm gonna start finally posting all my attacks from this year :3

AF Link below

[dent-de-leon]

Molly getting so excited for the chance to finally get all dressed up for a big fancy party. Picking through long flowy dresses and finely tailored suits and corsets laced with soft silk. Entirely taken with an ostentatious costume for a masquerade, all vibrant color and ornate embroidery, glinting with rhinestones in the moonlight. Trying on all manner of horn ornaments and little baubles and trinkets, trading his favorites with Jester as they both twirl in front of the mirror.

Molly thrilled at the thought of what his Magician might look like--long hair tied back, clean-shaven and finely dressed. Imagines taking him by the hand and asking for a dance, stealing him away if all the crowds and attention get to be too much.

Molly the performer, the peacock, the romantic; always ready to put on a show, to dazzle an audience. To be someone else for a night--a mysterious stranger, a grand adventurer--maybe even royalty. Forgetting for a moment the scars Lucien left behind.