Jun 23
All the skate park talk made me want to draw the Coterie in skater fashion. First up: our boy LaVonte!
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All the skate park talk made me want to draw the Coterie in skater fashion. First up: our boy LaVonte!
Skate fashion HJ Wingstreet! Yes, his deck reads "BABYGIRL" and no, I still don't know how to draw skateboards.
Companion piece to LaVonte. More of the Coterie to come.
Watching the Dressrosa arc and remembering how much I love this bitch.
Working on some more CCoD stuff. Very inspired by Free Skate: Purpee Skate Free.
Started playing Veilguard and wrote a thing:
FELICITER SOMNIAS
General Audiences | No Major Archive Warnings Apply
Dorian Pavus/Cullen Rutherford
1,213 words
Tags: Fluff, Slice of Life, Post-Canon, Deleted Scene, Minor Spoilers for Veilguard, like so so minor
Summary:
Dorian is halfway across the foyer, steps soft against the glossy marble floor, when a low, amused voice rings out.
"And just where are you off to at this time of night?"
Read it on AO3.
Super quick doodle of Freckle from The Gay and Wondrous Life of Caleb Gallo, using the “Oh Tuesday, light me up” screencap.
Starting a new 5e module run tonight, so I doodled up my character! His name is Dodrun the Beast and he's a level 5 hobgoblin druid (Circle of the Moon)/barbarian multiclass. (We'll see if that all sticks.)
Mostly, I'm just trying to get back into the habit of drawing regularly. There's some minor issues with this one, but overall I'm extremely pleased with how it turned out.
My Boyfriend is a Legendary Sword Spirit!
Hey gang! Next chapter of the original fic is up. If you're into gay fantasy romance and enjoy the enemies-to-lovers trope, this one might be up your alley!
Chapter 1: The Blue Hour
[Tiz] reaches down with a shaking hand and undoes the catch of the bag at his hip, drawing free a small paper packet. He pulls it open with a couple of cautious tugs, revealing a selection of herbs—giltweed for luck, bay leaf for success, mugwort and blue vervain for protection, bundled together in raw-edged twine. He could always cart his meager alms to a proper House of Hours, and lay it at the feet of Dawn, Day, or Dusk, instead, but the Three Sisters are notoriously fickle, bestowing most of their blessings on the nobility and the occasional hero of the realm. The Blue Hour isn't so reserved in apportioning her favor. Some say she'll even bow her head so low as to lend aid to the demonbound. Surely a humble squire requesting some assistance in his pursuit of a knighthood won't cause too much offense—or so Tiz hopes. He fishes a match out of his tobacco pouch and strikes it against the heel of his boot, then lights the herbs aflame. Tiz fumbles gracelessly through the hand motions of the Orphan's Canter and murmurs the incantation. It's longer than the ones used in most other canters, the whole first line of an old schoolyard rhyme instead of a simple word or phrase. In the hour of shadows, soft and true, where neither sun nor stars shine through.
Read chapter 1 on AO3. (Or start from the beginning.)
Read chapter 1 on Wattpad. (Or start from the beginning.)
Enjoy!