Something Wicked Art

Welcome traveler, Im Wicked! Character conjurer, outfit enthusiast, and chronic over-detailer of magical misfits. Reblogs are enchanted with +2 joy.

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“We’re in the N109 Zone, sweetie. Whether you’re with me or by yourself, you can’t escape my influence.”

Sylus- Love & Deepspace

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Okay but imagine: after all the betrayal, all the ruin, all the years…

He still looks at her like this.

Inquisitor Rue Lavellan finally reunited with her Dread Wolf. It only took like… ten years.

Art by me. ✨ @somethingwickedarts

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“There’s a war out there, but in here it’s just Rue, Lucanis, and a pot of something warm.” 🥣✨

Sometimes the best kind of magic is found in a quiet kitchen and a shared smile.

I think one of my favorite things about this man is that he remembers whatever you say your favorite thing is, and then makes it for you. He’s so sweet we don’t deserve him.

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“Well... I like night orchids and can't swim. Is that the sort of thing you meant?”

“Really? You’ve spent decades training to become an elite assassin but never learned to swim?…. Perhaps one day I’ll teach you.”

Just two clerics of selune in looove.

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🌈 Happy Pride Month! 🏳️‍🌈

Here’s to love in all its forms, to living out loud, and to the beautiful, brilliant queers who’ve come before us. Whether you’re out and proud, still figuring things out, or just quietly surviving.. Your identity is valid, your existence matters, and you belong.

So here’s Michelle and Shadowheart. Two women who have fought tooth and nail to carve space for their love in a world that wasn’t always kind to them. Who found light in each other, even when everything else felt like shadow.

Be soft. Be fierce. Be proud.

💖💜💛💙💚🖤🤎

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A quiet moment before the storm.

They knew the battle would come—fate had made that clear. But for now, they held each other close, just long enough to remember what they were fighting for.

Art by me ✨ @somethingwickedarts

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Wilhelm.

Wingspan: threatening.

Smile: devastating.

Morally flexible with excellent bone structure. Will flirt, then fight (sometimes both at once).

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“Make an entrance so dramatic it becomes illegal. You have 20 minutes. Your time starts now.”

Taskmaster AU featuring the ever-intimidating Dreuer as the Taskmaster himself, and Tony as his loyal , vaguely underpaid assistant.

Expect shenanigans, questionable ethics, and at least one task that involves interpretive dance and a potato.

Big love to this brainworm of an idea. I had way too much fun drawing them like they’re about to hand out emotional damage and points.

(Art by me – Something Wicked Art. Please do not repost without credit.)

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“And all at once, you are the one I’ve been waiting for…”

— Sleeping At Last, “Turning Page”

Helaena and Dreuer, wrapped in the quiet kind of love that needs no grand gestures—just shared glances, soft smiles, and hands that always find each other.

Thank you so much to the lovely commissioner for trusting me with this tender moment between them.

(Art by me – Something Wicked Art. Please do not repost without credit.)

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“In the hush of falling snow, months of unspoken words finally find their voice.”

Helaena and Bo — two students from different corners of Strixhaven, drawn together by quiet moments and shared glances. A slow-burn romance built over months, culminating in this soft, snowy evening beneath the glow of enchanted lanterns. One dance. One look. And everything changed.

Thank you so much to the wonderful commissioners for trusting me to bring this tender, magical scene to life. It was an absolute joy to illustrate.

(Commissioned art by me – Something Wicked Art. Please do not repost without credit.)

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“There’s a kind of magic in waiting… and maybe, in hoping someone else walks through that door.”

Michelle, a half-elf healer-in-training from Witherbloom, steals a quiet moment at Firejolt Café. The scent of coffee mingles with herbal notes from the satchel at her feet, still warm from her last field lab. Between spellcraft and stitching wounds, she’s learning that some things—like love—can’t be mended with magic alone.

Not every heart beats to the same rhythm, but she’s still listening for the right one.

(OC Michelle Sunpiercer – Strixhaven RP – Art by me!)

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“Steel in her spine, shadow on her heels.”

Ki’sara has spent her life fighting for those who cannot fight for themselves. A freedom fighter forged by loss and rebellion, she walks the wild paths between borderlands, a whisper of resistance in a world ruled by tyrants.

But even as she wields steel for freedom, there’s a softness she keeps buried beneath leather and blood. A secret hunger for laughter, for light, for a love that won’t vanish like smoke at sunrise. She fights for the world, but part of her still aches for something—someone—worth returning home to.But beneath the armor and cause is a woman who still believes in warmth—who still hopes, one day, to find someone worth laying down her sword for.

(OC art by me! Please do not repost or use without permission.)

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Commission of Helaena, a Baldur’s Gate 3 OC who stirs hearts as easily as she stirs a pot—equal parts tenderness, thunder, and spice.

She’s the kind of woman who will feed you soup with a smile and strike down your enemies with lightning in the same breath.

Thank you to the commissioner for the joy of illustrating such a radiant soul.

(Please do not use without permission.)

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A quiet moment, where the world slips away and only the dance remains.

‘And in your warmth, I lose my disguise…’ — Sleep Token

This c0mmission brought two original characters to life in a scene of grace and intimacy.It was a true joy to illustrate the tenderness and unspoken connection between them.

Many thanks to the c0mmissioner for entrusting me with such a lovely moment.

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The Jackdaws.

A crew forged in chaos, bound by blades, magic, and a dozen half-broken promises. Once strangers drawn together by coin and circumstance, they’ve become something far more dangerous—family.

These are the heroes (and occasional disasters) of the D&D-style campaign I’ve been playing with my friends—I poured my heart into this piece—so much love for these chaotic little weirdos.

Reblogs appreciated if you love found family, fantasy art, or good old-fashioned troublemakers!

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“Crimson hair, a storm of frost—

She dances spells where sea winds cross.

Steel-bound grace, with eyes alight,

She weaves the chill of arcane might.”

Drawn by me—proud of how the spell effects and armor details turned out!

Reblogs appreciated if you like fantasy art or D&D vibes!

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Twelve months, countless brushstrokes, and more than a few heartbeats caught in pixels.

This year was about telling stories—of love found and lost, of battles fought and bonds forged. Each piece is a fragment of a world I built, a character I loved, or a moment I wanted to live in just a little longer.

Thank you for being part of that journey—whether you reblogged, commented, commissioned, or simply felt something when you saw my work. Here’s to another year of creating magic.

(Art by me – Something Wicked Art. Please do not repost without credit.)

Happy new year everyone! ✨

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Hey world of Tumblr I’m opening up some emergency c0mmissions! Just send me a DM if you would like anything, honestly even if it’s not something I have listed I on the sheet we can talk it out and negotiate. Please like or share and get the word out I would greatly appreciate it. Thank you! 💕