#oc riven

[fuwaka]

ermm… does Tumblr like traditional art? (˶°ㅁ°) !! this is one of my sketchbook pages !! featuring my OCs EVE + RiVEN

[rkmaru]

Fell back in love with my other ikevil oc Riven. Trying new brushes and details. 🪞🪷

[diagoose]

Riven baby boyyy

Riven is a support npc for my campaign i'm dming, he actually has two stat blocks because i never really know how many players we're gonna have each game, so i cover my bases lol.

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[fablepatron]

I rendered this all with my MOUSE. AUGH.

[ellenembee]

King of the Griffons

I pushed off his sword and backed away to circle around into a ready position.

"Ah-haha!" Alistair cried out in his most nefarious tone. "No matter how hard you may try, you will never beat the King of the Griffons! I will smite you with my mighty sword of... Errr... Smitiness!"

"Oh, you don't say?" I rejoined with a lunge forward as I tried to keep a straight face.

We danced in a back and forth of attack and block, our swords clashing, shields raised, until I finally managed to push him off again. He staggered back, a small smile and a tilt of his head acknowledging the rebuff. We were both tiring from the several hours we'd been sparring, and the silliness showed it. Still, he set up in ready stance again, and I glared at him with faux hostility.

"Well I, the Queen of awkward conversation and ill-timed jokes and... uh... worthwhile cheeses will never allow my illustrious kingdom to fall into the hands of a dastardly King such as you!"

His face - and his sword - immediately fell lax with exaggerated shock. Then, before I knew what was happening, he'd dropped both sword and shield and caught me up in an embrace, his eyes staring into mine with unabashed and over-the-top adoration. Surprised by his exuberance, I let my own sword and shield fall to the ground with a bark of laughter and grabbed onto him to keep my balance.

"Did you say... Cheeeeese? Forgive me my lady! I didn't know."

Without another word, he began spinning me around the Skyhold sparring ring in a dance that resembled a waltz. I let him lead as I had no idea what I was doing and could barely breathe from my laughter.

"In that case, I will instead woo you and win you," he nearly shouted in his overly jubilant tone, "so I may be the King of Cheese, and when you succumb to my superior charms, all will bow to the Gouda King and Queen!"

I laughed even harder at his ridiculous pun, nearly falling over in merriment. His arms tightened all the more, holding me up, and my laughter gradually subsided as he stopped suddenly, holding me close, his eyes twinkling as he gazed into my face.

"And then, when you least expect it, I'll lock you up in the dungeon and steal all the cheese for myself."

He'd begun loudly, but with each word, his voice softened, and his grin faded into​ a hint of a smile. I tried not to be affected, but his golden brown eyes held me captive. I knew just what to say next, but the words seemed to come from someone else. Someone speaking in a low, breathless tone.

"Curse you and your inevitable betrayal."

His arm around my waist tightened further until our chests nearly touched. For the first time, I noticed he seemed just as out of breath as me. His eyes never left my face, but a thrill catapulted through my chest and down to my very core as his eyes flicked away from mine down to what seemed to be my lips. When he spoke again, his voice hummed low in my ear.

"What can I say? I can't control myself around cheese."

Even knowing better, knowing I shouldn't encourage... whatever this was... the soft words tumbled from my lips before I could stop them.

"Ahh, now you've most assuredly lost, wicked King of the Griffons, for I have discovered your weakness."

By this point, all hint of a smile had fallen from his face. His adam's apple bobbed with the strength of his swallow, and then-

"Only one?" His voice dropped impossibly lower, his eyes darting to my lips yet again. "I have other weaknesses, my Queen."

It seemed as if all the air had been sucked out of the courtyard. I couldn't break away. And with a shock of clarity, I realized I didn't want to.

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So, I was looking for something in the notes on my phone, and way down at the bottom, I found this. It's a tiny snippet of a much larger MGIT fic that lives in my head and will (likely) never see the light of day. (It was also an attempt at first person, which is something I haven't done before.) So... I guess enjoy this little look at Riven and a Warden Alistair in the "furiously pining but divided by duty and responsibilities" stage? If you're curious about details, the story is pretty much written in my head, so feel free to ask anything. XD

[fablepatron]

Haven’t posted these two in awhile :)

[fablepatron]

One year apart…

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:)