Meow ^-^)

Fogsy | He/ They I draw some absolute nerds

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"if you forgot then it obviously wasn't important to you" is an ableist thing to say and i'm tired of pretending it's not

[alliezweihander]

I've forgotten *my own birthday* before. There are several years of my life just straight up missing. In the past I've forgotten silly little frivolous things like NAMES OF LOVED ONES or WHERE MY HOUSE IS. But obviously none of that was important. Fucking awful, ableist thing to say.

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Starting a new cos game and this is one of the players pcs :p !!!

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Pc character I drew for the campaign I’m running :p his names Lucius and he’s an oath breaker paladin :p

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My depressed npc father of 4 criminals (pcs) who is just trying to keep them out of trouble

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Uhoh my sassy rogue has broken out of containment

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My gay ass doodles

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Finally finished a com, woohoo!!! Meet Malas :]!!!

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Dnd party went to the “Bunny-Bi-Bar” and found one of the players deep undercover on a job lol

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Opposites attract I guess

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for you and your warped reflection

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If I may add

[pastadoughie]

thhankyuo twilight spartjkle

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Love my Valentine day sketch, Asko caught Quade by surprise lol

Also more saucy/ nsfw stuff under post you’ve been warned

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Eyeliner is best done together <3

Or not …

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Some fun portraits for my Thursday dnd group, one player has to step back bc of life 😭 Imogen you will be missed. Jack is human nick wild btw, he’s got a Boston accent lol. Jacks reff art by @imleesan on insta and Nico’s reff art made by his player.

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My infamous defamed divorced ex-detective, whose an alcoholic, chronic smoker, lesbianifficinado

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It did in fact taste good :p

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Far far away somewhere near a cabin in the woods…

Story blurb:

In the city of Valore, the tangled connections between the noble ruling class and the criminal underground were no secret to most. Among these privileged houses, the Blackwell family--masters of the commerce district--upheld their esteemed position enforcing taxes and managing trade by day, while striking clandestine deals with mafioso families by night.

As the saying goes, only in the absence of light can one see the brightest stars. And so it was that Quade Blackwell, the sole heir to House Blackwell, was born with a kind heart--an unfortunate trait for one destined to inherit a house steeped in sin. When news of his father’s death spread, Quade knew all too well the grim fate that awaited him. His mother, of common birth, had no claim to noble rights, leaving the management of the estate to his aunt until Quade came of age. She was an ambitious woman, and Quade knew this well. So, he approached her with a proposition: she could take the head of the house in exchange for her help.

His aunt, taken aback by his rejection of his birthright, agreed swiftly--but with one condition. He would have to fake his own death. If he ever changed his mind, she would be forced to step aside, and that was something she would not allow.

Quade agreed, on the condition that his mother would be cared for. With a handshake, their fates were sealed. Weeks later, a staged fire at Blackwell Manor allowed Quade to leave his noble life behind, vanishing into the shadows in search of greener pastures.