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Tira Beach Ball WIP

Will I finish it? probably not, but working on it is calming.

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Hiro Laidir, Rivaini Coast > ya boi's home

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Rivain Murals

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I got you in my web, blood rushing to your head, I'll leave you with my toxins.

Thank you @evans-endeavors for letting me draw Lillywhite fucking up Ambrose! And thank you to all my friends in the RRAU discord server for your support and advice while I worked on this. This was my biggest project to date as an amateur artist and I feel like I learnt a lot while doing it.

As always, click for better quality.

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they should invent a me who is not exhausted by simply being alive

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Being overstimulated is such a weird thing to explain to people. Like "hey sorry, I'm not mad at you and this is nobody's fault and I'm not blaming anyone for it happening, I am aware this is a part of regular everyday life but I am mentally crumbling because There Have Been Things Happening nonstop for 5 hours straight back to back with no breaks, and I really need to sit down in complete silence for like 15-25 minutes, after which I will be completely fine and can proceed as normal. But if I'm not allowed to have that, I will resort to violence."

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@tiravi ya boi escaped the character creator and he's so pretty

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- By the Ancestors, what’s gotten into you, my boy? - Enchantment? - That’s more like it. 

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✵ Did you tell them? About us? ✵

✵ Of course not. ✵

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whoops lost myself for about eight years there

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Dear Holisill (part 1)

Description: Hol is recieving a letter from her father, about existence of who she learnt only after opening the letter. Unsure what to do, she asks for an advice from her found family.

Reto belongs to @tiravi , Ambrose belongs to @knowlsey and Osla belong to @moonbunecho

It was a quiet morning at the Greenhouse. Too quiet. Partly because it's occupant wasn't working between plants, but sat in her small room. Her shoulders were tense and pointy ears hang down. The cause of her conflicted expression layed in front of her. Small letter, few sentences and she can't work properly. How annoying.

Herbalist was so deep in her thoughts, what didn't hear a knock and how door opened.

"Hey, Hol, we wanted to show Ambrose some cafe back home and..." elf paused, looking at his girlfriend with a frown, "Are you okay?" Hol quickly put away letter and turned to Reto.

"Yes, of course. Just was... Thinking."

"Yeah? You must be thinking about something important. Your face looks like that, only when you are trying to make hard decision." Herbalist sighed and started playing with her rings nervously. It was almost annoying how well other Watcher knew her... But also endearing. After few moments in silence, she finally spoke.

"I got a letter... And I don't like what inside. And I don't know what to do with the information."

"Is someone threatening you?" Reto frowned, coming closer to her desk, but elf quickly shook her head, making jewelries ring.

"No, no, nothing like that. It's more like... An invitation."

"From who?" Hol fell quiet again, looking at the letter with troubled expression.

"My father."

"I... I didn't know you have one."

"Neither did I."

Hol looked up at her boyfriend. Elf kneeled down, taking her hands in his. Familiar roughness of his skin and warmth calmed down herbalist and she gave him a smile.

"It's fine. I'm just... Surprised." Warrior smiled softly and raised her hand, kissing knuckles. He did it so many times, but Hol couldn't get used to it. She blushed and quickly looked away. "You... You said something about a date with Ambrose. I don't mind going on a walk. Don't want to think about this letter."

Reto smirked, but nodded, getting up and pulling girlfriend up too.

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Date was going great. Hol was eating sweet pie and listening how Osla and Ambrose practice Orlesian. Maybe she didn't know much of it, but their voices helped her distract brain from thoughts about the letter. It was just her, tasty pie, her friends and nothing else...

"Hol found her dad." Or so she thought.

"Reto!" Elf looked at her boyfriend with a frown.

"You would ask for their advice after some time," he just shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just pushed things a little bit."

"Is it true?" Ambrose smiled and took her hand. "Hol, that's amazing!"

"We don't know that yet..." herbalist sighed, but squeezed their hand back. "Plus, I didn't find him. He found me, somehow. So it might as well be a trap."

"Or your father is alive and wants to reconnect." Osla hummed, taking a sip from her cup. Other Watcher frowned more and looked at her cup with coffee.

"I'm not sure which one is better."

"What do you mean?"

"He wasn't around my whole life. But suddenly he's all interested in me and wants to reconnect? Sounds like bullshit. Or a trap." Watchers and Shadow Dragon exchanged looks. Hol sighed and raised gaze at them. "Listen. It's fine. I managed without him all these years. And I don't need him now. Besides... I have you, guys."

They all smiled to her and Reto let out "awww" teasingly. She felt how cheeks warm up again. "Quit it, big softies."

"How can I? You're rarely this affectionate." Reto smirked, making Hol grumble and hit his shoulder lightly.

"You know..." Ambrose started, getting attention from the group. "It won't hurt to check. Maybe... Maybe you two will get along and your family gets bigger?"

Hol was silent, just looking at her friend. She still didn't know what happened to their father, but she knew Ambrose loved him. Maybe it was the reason, why they were for herbalist meeting her father.

"And if it's a trap?" She asked quietly.

"Then we'll have your back." Osla said with a smile. Elf couldn't help but chuckled from idea, coming to her mind.

"So what, you all going to hide in the bushes?"

"Yes, and we'll attack if he'll try something funny." Other elf answered with a smile on her face. Hol felt how lips are forming in a smile. Creators, these idiots...

"If you insist... I'll write him back and arrange the meeting."

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pls tell us more about your bg3 drow oc!

True I haven't really talked about her in a while sorry about that hahaha so here's a lil resume of her story so far! Promise i'll be drawing her more in the future!!

Mizri Dyrr grew up in the Drow capital city Menzoberranzan in the noble house Druu'gir. Living with a stern mother (Saraya) who never showed her love, two older sisters (Vierna and Drada) who couldn't care less. The only person who showed her affection was her father (Durdyn) who also shared his passion with music. He was long before a traveler exploring Faerun, Mizri loved listening stories of his adventures.

Her mother didn't approve of this though...

To this day Mizri still doesn't know if her father is still alive. The only thing he left was his Lyre that Mizri still use and cherish to this day.

After her father's disappearance Mizri's mother and sisters gave her a harsh education to become a high priestess of Llolth. After gruelling years and almost finishing her training as high priestess, Mizri had enough. Following her fathers steps she fled the UnderDark to reach the surface. Lost and scared she stumbled upon a quiet lake lit by the moonlight. A vision came to her of a beautiful Drow women with long flowing hair: The Goddess Eilistraee. The goddess guided her to safety. This event led Mizri to worship this goddess that has saved her, the music she plays always in honor of Eilistraee.

Mizri now explores Faerun like her father once did and deep down she hopes that maybe just maybe she can find him.

And thats basically my girls backsrory! Very sorry if their's any mistakes or awkward wording, writing isn't exactly my forte lol

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sinning in the morning today

♡♡ The lovely Olsa belongs to @moonbunecho (っ´ω`c)♡♡

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June 16: And now you're mine

She licked him, so he's her now. Sorry, I don't make the rules.