Thoraeth

She/her • 🇮🇹 30+ • Digital artist • Fic writer

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The kiddos 🤙🏼

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My alone time is for everyone’s safety

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So I made an animatics on tiktok and it got stuck/blocked/ is having issues idkw 🥲

Anyway, I guess being a paladin in your 40s can be challenging at times!

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"my fetish is saying some incredibly cultish and ignorant shit and watching a gal speedrun the five stages of grief as she realizes with horror that she still wants to fuck me"

- Fendrel

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OC: Riva

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It is what it is, an Oracle must be cursed. Some won't speak, some won't walk, some won't see the light of day. You're stuck with whatever fate decided for you, end of story.

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Riva my beloved

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Sketch session w/ Fendrel

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Fendrel

TFW your boss (who's also your lover) gives you a promotion (that's actually more work) while your team doesn't cooperate (they just want beer) and the alt girl gives you the ick (you're crushing on her sfm).

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Oh you're writing a fantasy story in the Pathfinder universe? What's the plot?

The plot:

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Sketch session - Goddess of worlds + Fendrel

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Sketch session - Goddess of worlds + Fendrel

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Local woman builds a church for ripped and credulous men only.

"God forbid women have hobbies" she said, when asked the reason for her paladins to wander about her temples half naked.

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Sketch dump 🖤

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The Lightfarer Chapter 1 - The way home

His longsword shone in the sun. It clinked against his back as he slowly rode through the vale.

For the last two years, Fendrel had been in the eastern territories, fighting abominations that would haunt him in his sleep: an evilness so dark that kept weighing on his chest day and night, even now that his journey was about to end. As soon as the stone walls of Mada appeared on the horizon, he recognised the sleek towers of the Temple. A big smile lit up his face at the thought of finally being home, resting in the sweet arms of the Goddess.

With a squeeze of his tights, the knight sent his mount to gallop full speed. Deep thuds of hooves resounded throughout the green sea of grass while the clouds idly glided by above. A warm spring wind ran through the animal's silver mane, climbing up to Fendrel’s ears: it carried the sounds of the forest and the hills and the cowbells chiming in the pastures. That was the peace the man had longed for for so long.

Alas, his idyllium was soon broken by an ominous echo in the distance.

'It does never end, does it?”