#keeva

[fumble-art]

What Happened to Me? 【OC】

dannyphantom.exe has so many audios I take inspiration from for my OCs so have some depresso Lords and an Ex-Pontifex as a treat

[alabasterpickles]

Hi like your art!! <333 Do you have any rottmnt OC's?

I’m finally getting around to these 😂

I DO!

I’m terrible at finishing model sheets for my OC’s so here’s the rough color layouts 😂

Mae is a reiki master/tchotchke shop owner in China town and Keeva is April’s school principle

[thecreaturecrossroads]

(Did say there would be more. Featuring Cairi and Keeva!)

((I think I'm getting better at plump bodies. 8D ))

[magsowo]

ahoy

[mirrorteru]

slapping these all at once here, doodles from the past uh. month-ish?

finley redrawn with kadin / kai's design tweaks in mind, kb also with that in mind.

plus the familiars! which now have their own names!

Keeva, Reese, Amias! and the kb versions. didn't draw the finley versions but hey.

[incalotlarts]

"I've got you."

[proelio-procusi]

@championsofthegate asked: “You’re in a bad mood. Are you in pain?” (Elysia @ Keeva)

Keeva supposed it should have been obvious but she hadn't wanted to bother anyone with it either. The dark haired mage sighed a bit, running her fingers through the loose curls. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be snappish." Keeva apologized.

[taryfied]

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(Transcript under the cut)

*seagulls squawking*

Keeva: Oh, shit!

Marc: I've got it.

Keeva: Thank you.

Marc: No worries.

Keeva: Hey, you're getting the chopped kale, too. I like throwing it in my smoothies.

Marc: Yeah, same. I'm trying to eat a little healthier these days, get my greens in where I can. Haven't quite gotten past the taste yet, though.

Keeva: Self-improvement isn't easy. That's why I always find it admirable.

Marc: *chuckles* Well, thank you. What I'm finding is that when you have other things in your life that are fulfilling, you don't need something like unhealthy food to fill that void, y'know?

Keeva: Isn't that true.

Cashier: That'll be $53.89.

Keeva: On debit.

Marc: Have a good one.

Keeva: Oh. Yeah, you too.

[demekii]

Life is all about yours and your friend's dnd characters being in love!! That's it!!!

[fumble-art]

A Little Fashion Never Hurt Nobody

Just a doodle of the gayfriends in my 2000s Band AU that I dreamed up over the past few weeks. Honestly it's more or less an excuse to shove Isaak into that specific type of alt fashion and Keeva into tracksuits and a bob. Dude looks like they just got dropped outta squid games and probably feels like it too being the manager of the band.

[mokki-tea]

Apocalypse AU of Mokki and Keeva, there might be a little teasing in the car, these fools don't know how to behave.

Keeva belongs to @fumble-art

[thecreaturecrossroads]

(Still alive. Have some cute doodles. Will post a few more tomorrow.

Aisling, Yra, and Val)

[mando-cyare]

So my dad got me some lovely wool yarn for my birthday, and even though it's summer I made a cowl. But then I realized what it made me think of.

My man Barsad with his red scarf. And now all I can think about is my OC Keeva making herself a cowl like mine because she wants to match the man she's pretending she doesn't have feelings for. And now I'm...

[fade-and-loathing-in-thedas]

My BG3 Characters (a currently complete list)

Akroma Amell - playthrough complete

Multi-class warlock/wizard who romanced Gale

Sparrow - Currently Act 1

The Dark Urge and lore bard with no romantic interest (currently)

Malice - Currently Act 3

Dark Urge sorcerer romancing Astarion

Sigrun Erikdottir - Currently Act 3

Wildheart barbarian, bimbo and bad bitch romancing Shadowheart

Keeva The Relentless - Honor Mode Act 1

Frenzy barbarian with no romantic interest at the moment

[inca-oc]

Not Ready

She just wanted to help, it was so close to dying, but she was the one who took the fall instead. She's not ready to die, she can't. She won't.

CW: (brief) character death, description of death

It was becoming increasingly clear that the mithril construct was becoming rather worn down from the barrage of attacks levied against it, its silvery form losing some of its previous stability, but it wasn’t down yet. It was still a deadly threat, but hopefully not for much longer.

Seeing little else for her except an opportunity to strike, Keeva lunges forward and tosses her starknife with everything she has, the construct offering a sudden, unlucky strike in return that would have knocked the air from her if she’d had lungs to breathe it. The weapon soars through the air regardless of its owner’s plight with effortless grace, flying between Lancelot and Iris before striking true to its target, but as her weapon returns faithfully to her outstretched hand, she realizes it seemed to have no effect on the construct despite what she’d hoped. It did do one thing, however: she had lost one of the few defenses she’d had, the invisibility that had once cloaked her falling away. She has little time to consider what she should do next before the construct moves to attack again with deadly accuracy.

There’s a faint thunk as she feels the impact against her, a sharp, sudden loss of control of her mannequin, and then… quiet. Everything around her seems to fall eerily silent as the world suddenly goes hazy, her friends becoming less defined, then vague shapes and colors, and then not even that as intense light consumes everything. There’s a faint thought as it all fades, a hope that everyone was okay. Were they all going to die? She’d just wanted to help, and now it was all over.

She’d just wanted to help.

The next and only thing she feels is a sensation like falling, so sluggish and yet so very, very fast at the same time. It wasn’t the kind of falling she was used to, like the countless times she’d flown through the skies with Lancelot and he’d let them both plummet weightlessly before catching her safe and sound again. No, here it felt as though everything was heavy and dark and dreadful. She was a tiny stone dropped into a pool, the current threatening to pull her apart and sweep her away, and there was nothing to catch her here. She was alone.

No, I’m not ready.

I don’t want to die.

Please. I don’t want to die now. I can’t die.

There’s the faint sensation of fear that threads through her being, slowing her descent as she clings to them with urgency. Despite the weight that tries to pull her further down into the dark, the threads somehow hold.

I can’t die right now! I can’t!

The fear tightens its hold on her as it morphs into pure terror, stronger and stronger, overwhelming the sensation of falling until it all but disappears. Everything seems to stop completely, as though the presence around her was holding a breath, watching, waiting.

No! I can’t die! I won’t!

There’s a sickening, painful lurch as she claws her way back to the precipice she’d fallen from, this desperate need to survive, everything in her screaming to live, to please live, and all at once every sensation comes back to her as she painfully crashes to the side. It’s overwhelming and bright and loud and cold, and she’s alive. She shouldn’t be, but she’s alive.

She’s suddenly pulled from the cold embrace of the wall and into the familiar feeling of someone’s arms, although in her dazed state she can’t figure out who, and only vaguely can she make out the words, "Keeva, are you okay?" Despite her best efforts, however, she’s unable to answer. Although it had previously served as the lifeline from which she climbed back, that terror still has a chokehold on her, although slowly it begins to abate. Once the worst of it fades away, she realizes it’s Lancelot who’s holding her.

I guess you caught me after all.

His hold on her tightens the slightest bit as his urgency grows, and she can feel him holding back as though he’s afraid of crushing her. "Don't die on me," he says, his voice pained and wavering.

Keeva’s unable to tell just how much of the fear coursing through her is from herself, or from her eidolon. Regardless of where it originates, she tries her best to push it back just enough to where she can finally speak. "Can't kill me that easily," she manages, followed up with a rough, half-hearted laugh that she can’t quite keep from catching.

There’s the vaguest sense of relief from Lancelot, matched in intensity by the faintest of smiles, but both quickly drop into intense seriousness. "I'm the one who's supposed to take the hits," he says after a moment, unable to match even the scant hint of humor Keeva had attempted to offer up.

It’s now that she finally notices the tears streaming down his face, sudden concern for him overwhelming any worry she had for herself in that moment. "Are you okay?" she quietly asks as she brings a hand up to his face, but of course she knows the answer to that already. They both know he’s not okay, just as they both know she isn’t okay.

She isn’t okay, but she is alive. She’s alive.

‘Please let me protect you,’ Keeva feels through their link. ‘I don’t want to lose you.’

She’s alive.

‘I won’t leave you,’ she promises.

She’ll stay alive. For him. For all her friends. She has to.

She wasn’t ready to die yet.

[incalotlarts]

Made a banner for my artfight profile! I had a lot of fun drawing the main blorbos all together uwu