me surfacing out of my art slump of (static)
Oh to come home from instructing baby monks and be smooched by ur man who is warm and toasty because he literally works with fire 🔥
Darcy(they/them) u are my light
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me surfacing out of my art slump of (static)
Oh to come home from instructing baby monks and be smooched by ur man who is warm and toasty because he literally works with fire 🔥
Darcy(they/them) u are my light
Humble request for Dammon to be down my throat please
"Dammon, I may have... broken my rapier. Do you think you can repair it? Don't ask how it got broken."
@ask-thebladeoffrontiers
"Ah! Certainly, Wyll. I have a no questions asked policy, so don't worry."
Dammon says with a smile, taking Wyll's rapier delicately before inspecting it over. A soft hum escapes his lips as he glances over the very worn and broken blade. He could tell it's been well loved over the years and was once a very beautiful blade, fit for the heroic Blade of Frontiers.
"Based on the damage alone, this will take me a day or two to restore it to its original beauty."
Dammon calmly explains, but then realizes this would be a good opportunity to test out one of his original works.
"In the meantime, if you don't have any backup blades, I have a prototype that's ready to be tested out, free of charge. Though I would love feedback on it when you come back to pick up your blade so I can make improvements where needed."
The young tiefling man says as he turns around to rummage through his pile of works in progress, pulling out a rapier in a similar size to Wyll's old one.
Turning around, Dammon thrusts his creation forward. A curious, beautiful obsidian colored blade that gave off a deep red aura lay delicately in Dammon's hands. The hilt of the blade had gorgeous silver detailing that spiraled outwards in a fancy design, but the one thing that really caught Wyll's attention was the little silver Raven sitting on the top of the hilt with tiny ruby eyes.
"I call this blade, Prince of The Sword Coast. It can be used as a warlock pact weapon as well!"
He explains excitedly with a proud smile on his face before sheepishly looking away.
"I, uh, after your party saved all of us Tieflings...I may or may not have been inspired to make weapons for all of you. So please, I insist. It's the least I can do for saving all of us."
the way he looks at them I need to lay down
(unfortunately Karlach is very tall and the kisses don’t match up but these were Ws I will start a new file and romance someone else to make it work)
Hey so what if we just like held each and laid down in a field of flowers, haha. Wouldn’t that be so silly?
(I am unreasonably in love with you and want to give you so many lil smooches it is not normal)
"Gods, haha. It sure would, wouldn't it?"
Dammon laughs shyly, scratching the back of his head, a dark blush forming across his cheeks and ears. His tail flicks absent-mindedly back and forth.
"Sooo...are you looking to load up on some new gear? If so, I have some new stock!"