I'll do it if you do it

"Be strong" I whispered to my wi-fi signal. Hello I'm back to being a nerd, with nerd shit to do! This blog is branching out so enjoy stories and shit-posts from everywhere!

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Coal burnt warrior of garden and hedge, sing your song loud, this place is yours and yours alone. However I look to you with your battle song and see ghosts watching over me, sit close by me for a while and your firey passion will ignite both our souls.

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New OC, who dis?

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Portia with poem by Skyla Design and Lucio…

with poem by Hermann Hesse, or alternatively

the poem I found on Zazzle!

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Nadia with poem by Tyler Knot Gregson

And Muriel with poem by Quill.

Needless to say I struggled, but side views of faces from the CG is all I can handle/find for the moment…

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I did some sketches that I ended up liking a lot so I outlined them in gold and picked out quotes/poems that I thought described the love the characters feel for the apprentice. Will be following up with Nadia and Muriel, in the next couple of days and then Portia and Lucio (and maybe even my apprentice!)

Credits to the unknown source for Asra’s poem (anyone knows where it’s from please let me know) perry poetry for Julian’s poem.

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A shameless reblog because I remember how much I enjoyed doing these!

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Been working on some more digital art of D&D characters! Whilst my hand is injured in several places it seems... but its okay! This is my self care.

How about that detailing on the warforged tho! Took me hours.

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So hello again followers!

Its been a while...

Between my university studies I've had to take on responsibilities at two different jobs (one of which is unpaid but needed for my studies) and have watched my mental health decline for a good long while.

Now I'm quitting my paying job cause it is WAY too stressful, but I still want to live so I'm putting it to you guys!

I've developed my skills with digital art and invested in a small sewing machine to make dice bags, so when I'm ready I'll be offering both (dice bags UK only) to make a bit of cash to keep me going!

If you're interested I will be prepared to receive commissions in the next three to four weeks. Thank you for reading and see examples below!

My prices for the moment will be reasonable as I am still learning and limited by that factor but I hope you're interested!

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I think... this is my first piece of digital art... its taken me 5 hours... my hand hurts!

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Bit late on posting these three, but enjoy!

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It’s Inktober time! Here’s day one and two, with more sure to come!

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Beneath the Lemon Trees | The Arcana Muriel X Reader

A/N: This went from fluff to angst real fast... I hope you enjoy!

The orchard of lemon trees is draped in the leftovers of summer, and the zesty scent of them lingers heavily in the air as the fruits brighter than the sun itself hang heavily from the branches. Your hand brushes just so slightly against one of the fruit’s as you reach for it and you gasp as it plummets below.

“Wizard’s beard!” You curse from atop the branch you watch it fall with a dissatisfying plop into the water. Naturally the best and biggest lemons, in the best and biggest lemon tree were by the frightfully deep pond. 

Who even puts a pond in an orchard!? You wonder, shimmying forward further onto the branch that dips under your weight. You could swim for them, you reason to yourself but several problems presented themselves. 

Your clothes were not suited for swimming in

The orchard was a public place so taking said clothes off was, in itself, out of the question and

You had a birthday surprise to prepare for and you could not very well greet Muriel with wet clothes, bedraggled hair or a red face should anyone see you in your birthday suit. 

So you climbed the tree instead, gathering the biggest lemons for the cake you were planning to make and the lemonade that needed what felt like 50 lemons to make it. Muriel loves lemons! You told yourself, lemon cake and lemonade are perfect for the picnic I have planned. 

And you were determined you need this birthday, you reach out for another lemon, to be perfect...

Pulled downward by traitorous gravity and the pounds of lemons in the bag at your side you slam into the water, bubbles and lemons bobbing upward. Unprepared for the abnormally cold water you suck in a breath, but it’s water instead, and you panic coughing and trying to bob upwards with the lemons and the bubbles but... the clothes! Saturated with water they were causing you to sink, exactly what you had been weary of.

Oxygen deprived and unthinkingly you claw at the clothes, magic spurning to your fingertips but sputtering out before you can even begin to think of what it is you want the magic to do. You fight for a breath but the battle was lost as soon as you hit the water, the sound to splashing water is the last thing you register 

Until something pulls at your waist... You’ve met Death before, but the warmth around your torso isn’t the Arcane creature pulling you into their fold. Your head bearly breaks the surface, but finally you cough out water and breathe in air. Behind you, your saviour kicks out of the water and heaves the two of you onto land, and you don’t know how to feel as you look up into Muriel’s green eyes. 

You’ve seen a lot of worried looks in his eyes before but this one is almost hollow, as he’s already almost seen you die of a freak drowning accident involving lemons before...

“Muri...” you croak out, lungs still waterlogged as your head lolls in his lap. At your words relief crosses his face and the mountain man pulls you softly up into his arms and against his warm chest, you can hear his heart racing beneath it. Although your brain is hazy you manage to choke out, “well this is certainly not the birthday present I had in mind.”

“What?!” Muriel pulls back, scowling that soft thoughtful scowl. His hand cups your face steadying it as you groan and pale from nausea. “What are you talking about?”

“Happy birthday!” You fumble around finally pulling out the single remaining lemon from the bag attached to your side and hold it up. Muriel looks from the lemon to the tree to the pond and the lemons bobbing on the surface and then back to you. Piecing the situation together. You notice his throat bob before he ever so softly he pulls you back to his chest and squeezes you lightly. 

“It wouldn’t be a happy birthday without you.”

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@write-it-motherfuckers didn’t realise you were a fan of The Arcana, I was dying laughing at your responses! 😆😆😆

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Person A: “We look like idiots.”

Person B: “Yeah, but we’re fancy idiots.”

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Muriel (at the masquerade probably): “We look like idiots.”

MC: “Yeah, but we’re fancy idiots.”