#rqg wilde

[rustyelias]

zoscar be upon ye

#got a little silly #been a hot minute since I've drawn anything that wasn't a beetlesona #anyways #rusty quill gaming #rqg #rqg wilde #zolf smith #eli madness

[ghostbiie]

batch two! thank you all so much for the support!

batch 1

#rqg #rqgaming #rusty quill gaming #rusty quill gaming fanart #hamid saleh haroun al tahan #rqg hamid #zolf smith #rqg zolf #oscar wilde #rqg wilde #celiquillithon sidebottom #cel sidebottom #rqg cel #rqg azu #studio ghibli #ponyo #nausicaä of the valley of the wind #howls moving castle #someone in the tags mentioned howl wilde and i couldnt stop thinking about it #not the biggest fan of these either but we will see how they do!

[incorrect-rqg]

Wilde: Zolf kissed me!

Hamid: OH MY GODS

Azu: Okay, we wanna hear everything. Hamid, get the wine. Wilde, does this end well or do we need tissues?

Wilde: Oh, it ended very well.

Hamid: Don't start without me! Do NOT start without me!

Azu: Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?

Wilde: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then we just sort of sunk into it.

Azu: Oooh... So, okay, was he holding you? Or were his hands on your back?

Wilde: First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair.

Hamid and Azu: Oooohhh.

*meanwhile*

Zolf eating pizza in his house: And, uh, and then I kissed him.

Sasha: Tongue?

Zolf: Yeah.

Sasha: Nice.

#submission #rqg #rusty quill gaming #incorrect quotes #rqg wilde #rqg zolf #rqg sasha #rqg hamid #rqg azu #zoscar

[luvnotpercival]

I've just finished rusty quill gaming today and have been working on this while I've been listening - I'm really really happy with this!!

#lordy lord there are so many tags #rusty quil gaming #rusty quill #rqg #rqgaming #sasha rackett #zolf smith #rqg zolf #rqg sasha #rqg bertie #rqg wilde #rqg fanart #fanart #magpod

[knifemartin]

18 month timeskip crew choose your own adventure!

#I have no idea what i'm doing with this #we'll see where it goes! #and if it sucks that's on YOU all for voting wrong #rqg #rusty quill gaming #zolf smith #rqg wilde #rqg carter #rqg barnes

[iwannarunawayandbeapirate]

How I think RQG Characters would react to being given a gun

Sasha: Fascinated by the mechanics of how it works, but doesn't actually like it as a weapon because it's so loud. she tries it out once or twice and everyone hides

Grizzop: He thinks it's more efficient and practical than a bow, but he prays to Artemis before using it for the first time to make sure she's ok with it

Cel: Immediately tries to figure out if they can use it to make their explosions bigger. Or maybe add it to their village's tank? What about if we make it shoot electric bullets? Or maybe...

Azu: Handles it very gingerly, scared of shooting it accidentally. She's not entirely sure how it works, but she prefers to kill people with her axe anyway.

Hamid: "Well, i mean, it's not bad, but i can still hurt more people with a Fireball!"

Zolf: Keeps it in his room as an emergency weapon, is actually not too bad at using it but still prefers his glaive

Bertie: Oh no. By the love of God do not give Sir Bertrand a gun. You can't even imagine the casualties

Some NPCs under the cut

Bonus:

Wilde: Uses it to threaten people (especially while he doesn't have his magic)

Barnes: Uses it responsibly, spends most of his time trying to prevent carter from stealing it

Carter: The gun has been forcibly taken away from him.

Earhart: "Nice, another one!"

#rqg #rusty quill gaming #sasha rackett #cel sidebottom #hamid saleh haroun al tahan #grizzop drik acht amsterdam #azu #zolf smith #sir bertrand macguffingham #rqg wilde #rqg barnes #rqg carter #rqg earhart #gun mention

[angryducktimemachine]

Second Part of drawing the LOLOMG based on our cosplay photos <3

Big sleepy cuddle pile. It started with just Hamid, Azu and Wilde cause those were the ones I had a reference photo for but well. It ended up being all of them.

Bonus under the cut :)

[ID: a digital drawing of the RQG player characters plus Wilde.

They're all sitting on a couch, leaning on each other and taking a nap.

Azu, Wilde and Zolf sit in the middle of the couch with Hamid laying across their legs with his head resting in Azus lap.

Sasha is sitting in front of the couch with her knees pulled up and her head resting on her arms, she's holding a dagger.

Cel is laying on the backrest of the couch with their hand resting on Azus shoulder.

Grizzop is the only one not asleep, he's resting his arms and head on Cels legs as he is peering over the back of the couch. /End ID]

For everyone who'd like to give it a go: I'm offering this lineart version as a colour-book page! Print it out or open it in your art program of choice and put some colours on those guys! And feel free to show me the results as well!

#rqg #rusty quill gaming fanart #rusty quill gaming #rqg zolf #rqg azu #rqg hamid #rqg wilde #rqg cel #rqg grizzop #rqg art #Rusty quill gaming art

[spiderempath]

curse the rqg podcast for making me fall in love with the fictional version of a real person

#i already liked oscar wilde #now he is my obsession #loml fr #rqgaming #rqg wilde #rqg #alexander j newall is my enemy but i would die without him

[grape-eating-vampire]

Rusty Quill Gaming characters meet The Magnus Archives characters!

These were a TON of fun to do and inspired by this post by @sootelias

#rusty quill gaming #rqg #rqgaming #rqg wilde #rqg zolf #rqg sasha #rqg grizzop #rqg amelia #the magnus archives #tma #tma art #tma podcast #tma fanart #tma melanie #tma martin #tma elias #digital art #fanart #melanie king #sasha rackett #amelia earhart #oscar wilde #martin blackwood #zolf smith #grizzop drik acht amsterdam #elias bouchard #lydia nichols #alexander j newall #ben meredith #faaaaar too many tags

[iguessmyfishisgay]

I finished the RQG epilogues yesterday and there was so much more crying even than the last episode T-T Bryn was so emotional during the intro, I already was tearing up.

Here's your warning for spoilers!

Alex toned down his energy, using a much softer voice and speaking almost cautiously. You can tell how much these episodes meant to him (and the rest of the cast of course).

And oh my GODS Helen's voice acting for Azu as she ages through the different time jumps is beautiful. She speaks slower, with more thought and effort. Helen is so wonderfully talented it brought me to tears. Alex did something similar with Wilde, but to a lesser extent as he obviously doesn't age as fast as Azu.

Don't even get me started on Wilde and Zolf and their domestic life together. They're so good for each other. Zolf has mellowed out so much by the last epilogue, actually getting along with Hamid and working with him. There's so much growth and healing and I'm so proud of him.

Speaking of growth, Hamid character arch has meant SO much to me as someone who has been naive in similar ways to Hamid and has grown in the same way he has.

Speaking of things that mean a lot to me, I can't tell you how happy I am with Ben and Alex's decision with Wilde and Zolf's relationship. As someone who has a platonic life partner, I think they handled it incredibly well and I was so happy to see that kind of representation!

#rqg #rqgaming #rusty quill gaming #rusty quill #rqg hamid #rqg zolf #rqg wilde #queer #rqg spoilers #rqg azu

[ghostbiie]

wilde is suffocating in cute men!

#rqgaming #rqg #rusty quill gaming #rqg zolf #rqg wilde #rqg barnes #rqg carter #zoscar #carcar #is there a ship name for barnes and wilde #barlde #yea #yea barlde

[incorrect-rqg]

Wilde: Alright, listen up, you little shits.

Wilde: Not you, Azu.

Wilde: You're an angel, and we're thrilled to have you here. 

#submission #rqg #rusty quill gaming #incorrect quotes #rqg wilde #rqg azu

[makesometime]

10 or 13 for zolf and wilde, gimme the angst Zo <3

#13: “You could’ve- could’ve stayed. You could’ve helped me fix things.”

(set before the first epilogue)

Oscar can’t deny that he put this house together with the thought of Zolf joining him. That he took a place that was merely somewhere for him to return to at the end of the day and turned it into a home.

Now that Zolf’s been here for a few days, though, it’s more than apparent that he’s not ready to make it what Oscar longs for. They’re closer… but gods, they’re not there yet.

“I, uh…” Zolf starts, putting down a meal in front of Oscar that’s better than anything he’s eaten in the months they were apart. “I picked this recipe up in a little village outside of Salisbury. S’nice.”

“It smells delicious, Zolf.”

He watches his beloved smile under the praise, can’t help but wonder how often Zolf hears kind words when he’s out on his journeys. From the look of him, probably not very often.

They eat in pleasantly companionable silence, but he’s plagued by the feeling that they’re on the cusp of something the entire time, like they’re not getting out of this kitchen without at least a little heartbreak. 

“I’m thinking about moving on.”

Gods, he hates being right.

Oscar nods, sipping at his tea to hide the worst of his reaction. It’s barely been a week—.

“Soon?”

“Yeah.” Zolf murmurs, glancing down at the table, at his plate, everywhere but Oscar. Gods, Oscar wishes he would just make eye contact like he used to. “Heard about a job south of the river, then might just… keep going.”

Zolf continues not to look at him, even when he sighs and rests his chin on his upturned palm. “I wish you’d stay.”

Boldly going for honesty doesn’t seem to be entirely the right approach, but it feels best in the moment. It makes Zolf shrink away from him, wincing a bit, and that feels good too - even if it shouldn’t.

“You could’ve… you could’ve stayed.” Oscar says, his voice trembling a little. It’s so damn exposing to be in love. “You could’ve helped me fix things.”

Zolf frowns, extending his hand until his palm covers Oscar’s. It does absolutely nothing to make him feel better. “S’what I’m trying to do, Oscar.”

His heart clenches. “Do you have to do it so far away?”

For a horrible moment, he worries that all he’ll have managed to achieve with his longing is to chase Zolf away even sooner. He closes his eyes and lets his head drop, tears prickling behind his eyelids. 

Then there’s a hand against his cheek, urging his head up. Oscar opens his eyes and looks straight into Zolf’s stormy green gaze, tumbling so deep that he fears he might drown.

“I’m not leaving because of you. You’re what I need, Oscar. But I’m not…” He sighs. “I’m not fucking ready.”

Zolf’s thumb deftly catches up the tear that tracks down his cheek. 

“I am.” 

“I know,” Zolf says. “I know. Wait for me?”

Oscar leans heavily into the support of Zolf’s palm and is the most honest he dares to be.

“Yes, darling. Always.”

#rqg #zolf smith #rqg zolf #rqg oscar wilde #rqg wilde #rusty quill gaming #rqg spoilers #zoscar

[knifemartin]

yessss brooo!! can i have some hands in the hair or maybe gently going over a healed scar or maybe over the chest to find the heartbeat or maybe all of the above, idk

why! are! you! hiding! jerry you're not even subtle about it.

here's your bloody ficlet you menace

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The dream’s already left him by the time Zolf’s awake, nothing to show for it but his sweaty palms and the mild panic in his chest. There’s cobwebs on the ceiling above him, and it’s easier to focus on those, on the winding threads of silk, than it is to sift through the memories his dream brought up. He can’t remember the dream, but he can remember that red so thick he can feel it in his hands, between his fingers, Wilde’s corpse at his feet like he’s still in the hallway, smiling from his dreams as his chest is sliced open. 

There’s a small spider on the web, and Zolf tries to follow it but his heart’s racing like he’s taken too many Hastes and he can taste that toxic gas in the air again-

Enough.

Zolf doesn’t let himself dwell on that. There’s no use in wasting his energy there, not when Wilde’s asleep across the hall, very much alive and very much okay. No use dwelling on the memory of Wilde dead when there’s not magic left in the world, no hope for Zolf to bring him back, no healing to fix something that bad-

Zolf sits up in bed, throwing the covers off so he can get into his chair. Enough. 

The hallway’s dark and quiet, but Zolf can still see through his muted greyscale vision, and he wheels himself over to Wilde’s door. It’s been left open a tad, closed enough for privacy but open enough for Zolf to know he’s invited in if he needs it. He does, really does, wasting no time in letting himself in. 

Wilde’s out for the count, motionless in his bed in a way not entirely dissimilar to Zolf’s memories.

“Wilde,” he whispers, “Oscar, hey.” 

Wilde doesn’t respond, and Zolf knows he’s fine, knows he’s just over reacting, but he’s allowed to do this now. He’s allowed to wheel in close and pull himself onto the bed. He’s allowed to check, just so he can be certain, just to chase any shadow of doubt from his mind. 

The bed dips under his weight and Wilde shifts, nestling further into his pillow. His bed’s cluttered; an extra blanket half falling off, a novel tucked in beside him, a couple of notebooks abandoned by his feet. One of them falls off the end of the bed as Zolf shuffles under the blankets, scoots himself closer to Wilde, but he lets it go. 

It’s warmer in Wilde’s bed, always is, and while Zolf doesn’t need the extra heat he relishes in what it means. Corpses aren’t warm, and if Wilde was dead then he wouldn’t lean back into Zolf in his sleep, wouldn’t hum at the feel of Zolf’s hand skirting over his hip, under the thin cotton of his nightshirt.

His fingers reach it first, sliding over the jagged scar tissue from Wilde’s second death- a phrase Zolf shouldn’t have to be so familiar with. He traces over it softly, Wilde shivering involuntarily. 

The scar tissue is thick and raised under Zolf’s fingers, starting low on Wilde’s navel but spreading north like an alpine fault. Energy coiling beneath the surface, unpredictable as it is powerful. He remembers the earthquake all too well, blood like liquefaction rising out and spilling over, Wilde the happiest he’d been in years as he died. 

Zolf squeezes Wilde closer, his eyes closed tight, lining his nose up along Wilde’s spine, bone to bone. He slides his hand higher up and off to the side, his palm over the steady beat of Wilde’s heart. 

Tha-dum, tha-dum, tha-dum.

Slowly, his own heartbeat starts to ease. When he inhales, deep and slow, he can’t smell blood. There’s a freshness on the air from the breeze that wafts in from Wilde’s cracked window, and there’s the smell of the soap they use, and there’s that comforting scent that can’t be explained in words but Zolf just knows to be Wilde. 

Wilde mumbles something incoherent, caught in the space between sleep and lucidity, and his right arm comes down to rest on Zolf’s, slides along til their hands fit together. He slips his fingers between Zolf’s, curling down into his palm. 

“Y’alright,” Zolf murmurs, folding his hand around Wilde’s. “Go back to sleep.” 

#rqg #rqg fic #zolf smith #rqg wilde #answered

[whyycherry]

Some rqg sketched designs :) featuring season 1 Wilde in his peacock three piece

#rusty quill #rusty quill gaming fanart #rusty quill gaming #rqg sasha #rqg azu #rqg hamid #rqg wilde #sasha rackett #hamid saleh haroun al tahan #rqg fanart

[angryducktimemachine]

I saw that outfit and I knew I had to do it.

[ID: a digital, fully coloured drawing of Wilde and Zolf from Rusty Quill Gaming.

Wilde is a white human man with brown hair, wearing an outfit from Good Omens 2, which consists of a blue suit with ruffles and a large, very fluffy white coat. He's standing with his arms spread out and a smile.

Zolf is a white dwarven man with tan skin and a white beard. He's wearing a pink feather boa and is holding a cocktail glass. Wilde's left sleeve is hanging into his face and he doesn't look very pleased with it. Small white text next to him reads "why are we still here? Just to suffer?" /End ID]

#rqg #rusty quill gaming fanart #rusty quill gaming #rqg zolf #rqg wilde #zolf smith