#mr. p

[kaleb63]

so… intercity huh?

[mignoncheek388]

Mr. P 🥺🥺

[carriethecakerealedition]

🍠tato

[sarahwriterx]

my first time that drawing blood on paper~ He love to eat brains.

[klester]

I love you Mr. P, we love an F tier Brawler don't we folks? Yes we do

Vent art

Also rougher assortment of sketches as I was getting into art again after a long period of inconsistency

[jeschampe-vidroth]

Masquerade

Viscount Jes’champe Vidroth stood on the edge of the dance floor and looked across at his Banshee as she talked with a small group of people. The dark skinned beauty looked good, really good, in the yellow and white dress and it had moved really well on her body as she danced with the handsome Sin’dorei, so well that it hadn’t been just his eyes drawn to her. 

“Isn’t that the woman that you often bring to parties, Jes?” One of his business partners said, and the question wasn’t necessary as Milmus had spent many a night with the pair of them in social settings. The tone of the man’s voice said he was enjoying needling him, “What was her name?” 

“Fuck off,” he said with a soft growl under his breath. Not one to lose control, he wasn’t going to turn and punch his friend in the face, how magnanimous of him.

Milmus was wearing a smirk by the sound of his voice, Jes wouldn’t know for certain as he hadn’t stopped watching Nahilvi for long enough to look at the man next to him, why would he anyway? She was captivating. 

A laugh sounded from next to him, “Pretty sure that is not her name, but it seems like that is what she is saying to you.”

The growl should have been enough of a warning that the other Shal’dorei should have stopped, but unfortunately for Jes’champe he hadn’t gotten that point. “So help me Milmus.”

“I didn’t think you needed help with women, but if you are asking I can go and talk to her.” There was a new layer of mirth in his offer.

Before he could think of moving the mage assassin snapped his head to look at the man next to him and grabbed his bicep, Jes was not in a jovial mood. “Enough,” the single word was said lowly, no one around them would hear it. 

It sobered his business partner, who looked to Nahi again, “You should have just asked her to come with you tonight.”

And that was the real rub, wasn’t it? He had, a month ago when the masquerade invitation came to his home, a text was immediately sent, a text she ignored.

(Tag @nahisummerhold )

[welcome2campcrystal]

some…thing…other than… slashers……

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[nahisummerhold]

[ Love is in the Air ]

If a Lovely treat were made with your presence in mind, what would be your 'signature' confection?

Nahi was relaxed on an opulent bench seat with Jes'Champe, a perfect glass of pinot noir in her hand, a long elegant stem, the wide bowl with its tapered rim holding the scent as it aerates. Swirling the deep red liquid around. "The scent and color are perfect," the chocolatier smiled at Nahi, but she addressed the Count, "let me show you what I created when you described her to me, the wine is the perfect pairing.” 

This was his idea of an apology for crashing her dinner with her step-father, she had told him she wanted to talk to him but when he set up this date she relented and forgave him, a little, there was still plenty of time to have the discussion about their boundaries, but specially designed dessert? She was way too curious to see how he had described her, and how the talented woman would interpret that. 

Jes’champe leaned into whisper to her, “This is how you should always be treated, Banshee.”

“Is that so? I actually like being treated in many ways, Count Vidroth,” she countered with a small roll of her eyes. Nahi had turned down a number of offers like what he had been suggesting. “Mostly, I like how I treat myself.” 

His hand came up to touch her hair, his fingers twisting one of her curls around them, “Ah, but you enjoy my company, and I do enjoy yours, there is no reason to not spend more time here in the city.”

She took time and looked at him while taking a sip of her wine, her expression was neutral as thoughts ran through her head. All she had to do was take his offer and everything would be handled, no more money woes and he would be happy to have a Sin’dorei noble on his arm, she could boost her value with him. All she had to do was take his offer, be the woman he kept on his arm and in his bed when he called. 

The chocolatier returned before she responded, pausing her thoughts, “I was asked to make something special for a woman that was rich, smooth, spicy, unique and has hidden depths.” 

The description almost made her laugh, it was a compliment and yet, at the same time, it felt like every woman could be described the same way. It felt like he would have come up with something else, things he had whispered in her ear had been more personal. 

When he chose to describe her to a stranger he used the generic, Nahi disliked the generic, she was not generic, not even close. Her eyes turned to him to snark about it, when the confectioners went on. 

“This is a petit four, layers of a butter cake soaked in maple bourbon, poached pears, chili chocolate meringue buttercream, milk chocolate mirror glaze with spicy glazed chopped hazelnuts.”

Nahi blinked, Jes’champe’s description of her might have been generic but the dessert that was created was anything but. He was watching Nahi’s face and saw it light up slightly, smiling at her reaction. 

“Thank you, that sounds delicious, thank you,” Nahi said, then leaned in with a small golden fork, the glaze cracked with a sharp sound and then took a bite. The performer might have had a foodgasm right then and there, the outer chocolate melting on her tongue, bourbon and spice settled in the center of her tongue, countered by the sweet flavor of the pear off the tip of her tongue. Slumping into her seat, she moaned loudly and waved her fork around in the air. “You are a beautiful genius.” 

(Thank you for the question @safrona-shadowsun )