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Grif / 21 / Black / OC Artist 18+ is preferred, sfw tho. I don’t mind being asked about my ocs! https://metagrif.carrd.co

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I am in love with these renders of Gole and Fenin done by @fishsticxz-art ! Thank you for bringing these bois to a new dimension :D

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Pia and Paraliel

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Your art is absolutely gorgeous it deserves to have more recognition if I was Leonardo Da Vinci I would be proud of this generation I really hope you achieve your dream and here's a infinite supply of waffles

thankyouthankyouthankyou

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Rare Rocula and Alkero content.

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Clouds

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I wrote a shittily worded story based on this picture, here:

Midnight Visit

It was at night when Fenin got up from his bed, being careful to not wake his husband Golebrich. Walking downstairs, he awaited a visitor who was to come by soon.

Fenin had been contacted by someone he hadn’t heard from in a long time, and knowing her, it would be ridiculous to ignore her request to talk. He hadn’t seen her in a long time after all.

Awaiting the visitor soon to come, Fenin looked out the window, staring at the moon. After a while, his attention shifted to the sound of steps growing closer, then a knock. Once Fenin opened the door, he finally was face to face with his old mentor, Shara-Tel.

“Good evening, Fenin.” Shara greeted with a small bow.

Fenin gave a bow of his own, but hesitated to respond. “Good evening…”

A long pause followed before Shara-Tel continued. “Looks like you’re doing well, is that right?” she asked.

Fenin looked up at her. “Y-Yes. I’m doing well.”

“Good,” Shara replied before quickly continuing, “I wanted to bring something to your attention.”

Fenin’s expression became more serious. He knew she hadn’t come just for small talk.

Shara walked closer to the door frame. “You are possibly in danger of an attack. Yanjin has grown to be more… unstable lately. He plans to come after you.”

Fenin’s mouth hung open for a moment. “I… are you sure?”

Shara nods, “Yes, and I’m certain his intentions are violent at the very least. I would be cautious.”

Fenin started to mutter to himself. “I never thought he would go after me… Why now?”

“You seem to have not put much thought into your actions when you decided to leave.” Shara reprimanded. “I would’ve thought you would take more measures to avoid the eyes of your old peers. You’ve hardly even changed your form.”

Fenin smirked nervously, “I guess I was naive to believe my disappearance would be of little interest.”

“Correct.” Shara replied bluntly. “You are lucky I felt like warning you, you are a defector after all.”

Fenin nodded slightly, his eyes shifting elsewhere from embarrassment.

“I hope you take these words and respond with appropriate action,” Shara spoke.

“I will, thank you.” Fenin answered. “Will you… update me on things another time?”

“I’m not sure, I am already doing something foolish telling you this,” Shara stated. “We’ll have to see.”

Suddenly, Fenin stiffened, hearing someone walk downstairs behind him. His head quickly turned to see Golebrich on the steps, his expression confused.

“Fenin?” Golebrich mumbled, “Who are you talking to?”

Fenin’s eyes darted back and forth at Shara and his husband. “U-Uh, nobody-“

“You are still a horrible liar.” Shara criticized.

“Are you someone Fenin knows?” Golebrich asks, walking closer to the two. “What’s going on?”

Shara-Tel simply stares at Fenin, expecting him to answer.

“Gole, this is… Shara-Tel. My… old mentor.”

“Old mentor?” Golebrich questioned.

“How much does he know?” Shara asks.

Fenin had frozen up. He never wanted Golebrich to know about his life as an assassin. “Not much,” was all he could say.

“Then it would be wise to tell him before something happens.” Shara imparted before turning her back and beginning to walk away.

“Hey wait a second! What is this about?” Golebrich exclaimed, getting frustrated.

“It’s nothing you have to worry about, Gole.”

“Yeah I doubt that- Hey Shara-Tel!”

Shara stopped walking and turned back slightly.

“Don’t just walk off! What the hell were you two talking about?”

Shara stared at Golebrich, then at Fenin. “Ask your partner that, not me.”

Fenin’s eyes did not meet Gole’s but he could feel his husband’s glare. He sighed, trying to think up anything that didn’t make him look ridiculous for not telling his partner about his past. “I…I’ll tell you soon, okay? I promise.”

Golebrich’s face was still a bit scrunched from that response. “…Alright.”

Fenin then finally looked towards Shara. His stare seemingly a signal for her to continue walking away before fading into the shadows.

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I like flowery a normal amount

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DND oc I made named Maxi. She is a cook of sorts…

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Just a quick mid comic and then some bs

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Scaalhelm (belongs to @daanikduul )

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