More Dredge fan art 💚 I just really love the whole mood of this game so much.
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More Dredge fan art 💚 I just really love the whole mood of this game so much.
Ink linework, scanned then coloured with Photoshop
like these are butch lesbians to me
Woe, aberrations be upon ye.
Radiant Squid
All-Seeing Cod
Anchovy King
Vortex Interloper
Encounter: Mr. Beholder Head
(Source: an officially licensed toy about to hit general retail)
But doctor, I am Pagliacci!
TW: BODY HORROR & GORE
We’re FINALLY out of The Marrows!!
3 more desert skeletons! all boys this time. each on the ah for 50kt, find them at the bottom of this tab
@fr-boosts
Battle Clerics WIP Wednesday!
Thanks for the tag @helyanwe4608! And check out her gorgeous Galemancer BG3 WIP “A Wayward Heart of Emberlight”!
Here’s a funny little snippet from my epic gay yearning fantasy WIP “Battle Clerics”. I say it’s funny because my outline did not call for an erotic scene here, and then Locke just had to go and be a little freak.
Anyway have some aberrations… psychically cuddling? Erotically?
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Cynna’s hands work over him, sweeping through his tangle of wings and limbs, until the last of Locke’s restraints crumble. He lets out a half-strangled gasp. The ambient energy in the room simmers as Locke unravels from his human fears and skin and pushes Cynna backward. They topple onto the sofa, entwining together in perfect synchrony.
For a while, Locke feels himself recede.
He forgets who he is—what he is. There is no he—only them.
Their touches. Their thoughts. Tongue and teeth and muscle rippling. The edges of body and cognition fading into blissful cohesion. There isn’t loneliness when they are not alone. There isn’t longing when they are filled. They become the social thing they were designed to be, a Hive, dissolving into a great, spiraling, psionic miasma, no more distinct than drops of water in a vast ocean.
It’s a beautiful thing, to be consumed.
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