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unnaturaldecay · 2 years
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Guess what! more commissions
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dnd-homebrew5e · 2 years
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I won this piece of art of my Reborn Fire Genasi Bladesinger Wizard! Azra did such an amazing job and he looks beautiful. You can find the artist on Twitter HERE!
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my-ceiling-is-tilted · 3 months
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character portrait (and armor reference) for my bladesinger wizard! I continue to work very hard suppressing the urge to bully him more than I already have and do.
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moonloredraws · 2 months
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Altair - Regular and Manala (shard elf) versions!
[Image Description: Digital Illustration of an Astral Elf in a laid back position with his arms raised to have his hands behind his head. He has grey skin, white hair and glowing cerulean eyes. He wears a body suit with ports and geometric designs, and over it he has a cropped leather jacket and various straps that form a large mass of belts at his waist with pouches dotted here and there. On his pants there is a shooting star design, and he also has a space themed sabre sword on his waist that falls behind him. The alternative version features solid glowing eyes, circuit board lines across the skin and sharp shards floating above the head, all in the same cerulean colour]
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moonloredrawspoison · 2 months
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Altair - Regular and Shard Elf Versions
[Image Description: Digital Illustration of an Astral Elf in a laid back position with his arms raised to have his hands behind his head. He has grey skin, white hair and glowing cerulean eyes. He wears a body suit with ports and geometric designs, and over it he has a cropped leather jacket and various straps that form a large mass of belts at his waist with pouches dotted here and there. On his pants there is a shooting star design, and he also has a space themed sabre sword on his waist that falls behind him. The alternative version features solid glowing eyes, circuit board lines across the skin and sharp shards floating above the head, all in the same cerulean colour]
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hikarinokusari · 11 months
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Neriel is @xyanmajor's DnD Character. I'm only taking credit in destroying her in Barovia, and with Tarokka reading about her ''soulmate''.
Falchion (c) shamelessly taken from Thranduil's own weapon in the movies.
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ginjaraptor · 2 years
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The Lights of Tannlach
I just read A Court of Thorns and Roses for the first time - finished it over the course of three days of urgent reading. I was left with three impressions upon finishing: 
1. It’s Beauty and the Beast with extra steps.
2. Lucien is the only desirable man in the entire book. That may be the striking similarities he has to my boyfriend’s Dungeons and Dragons character talking, but seriously, I’m still angry that he was not presented as a romanceable NPC.
3. The scene in which the Bogge stalked Lucien and Feyre was the perfect amount of tension *chef’s kiss*
While I was reading, I couldn’t help but think about the current D&D campaign I’m playing in, run by my friend Asper. It’s set in a world heavily influenced by the fae, where all full elves were killed in a genocide but a hundred years ago but the legacy of fae influence lives on. I play a half-elven Arcane Archer fighter named Phasmyn Wicander, a hotheaded cavalry woman with a traumatic past (that’s a given, though). My boyfriend’s aforementioned Lucien-like character, Coda Sabelarc, is a half-elven Bladesinger wizard with bravado and mystery to him. Phasmyn and Coda constantly butt heads. It’s undoubtedly the start of an epic enemies-to-lovers romance. 
So of course, by reading ACOTAR and playing this campaign, beautiful ideas for scenes between Phasmyn and Coda were just begging to be written. The way Asper flavors the will o’ wisps in his world remind me of the Bogge - to look at them is to engage them, and perhaps even call the attention of even worse fae. And the tension of two adversaries trying to survive the encounter... I just had to do something with that.
Call it ACOTAR fanfiction, or even D&D fanfiction, whatever you’d like. Please enjoy.
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Phasmyn’s blood was boiling. Who did he think he was? House Sabelarc may have been elven nobility before the Harvest, but so were her ancestors. Instead of trying to hide from their doom in a magnificent fortified keep, though, her ancestors rode toward the danger, trying to persuade the powers that be to call off the impending genocide. It didn’t matter, in the end, as all the elves met their demise no matter where they ran. But to Phasmyn, where they ran still made a difference. The Scoliers’ unsuccessful attempt at diplomacy made them martyrs. The Sabelarcs’ unsuccessful attempt at evasion made them cowards. 
She was about to remind him of that uncomfortable truth when his arrogant eyes flicked to look at something behind her in the dark. She refused to fall for the alarm that flashed in his eyes - he had tormented her with his charm and cheeky lies far too many times. Her lip arched into a sneer. “Listen here, Sabelarc-”
“Wicander, shhh,” Coda hissed, leaning toward her so his hushed words might be heeded. If the obstinate woman in front of him so chose to heed them, that is. “The Lights of Tannlach. Do not turn around.”
Indignation at his interruption quickly fizzled as she saw his naturally blue eyes, made gray and furtive by the shadows and moonlight, suddenly reflected the unnaturally blue flames of the unseelie fae as he looked at her, pleading. She couldn’t hold his gaze on a good day, concealing her discomfort with scoffs and irked eye rolls at every perceived slight. The dread they drilled into her now was too much to bear. But glancing just past his pointed ear revealed another set of bright blue eyes - no, not eyes. Two more of the Lights. Three. Four. Dozens of the spectral lights floating deliberately through the silent forest. Her breath caught in her throat, her once-hot blood turning cold. “I- I see them too. Behind you,” she whispered, quickly averting her eyes from the fae to his face.
The horror of their predicament was lost on neither half-elf. They’d been traveling through these woods alone for hours now. There was no safety in numbers, no road to follow, no quick escape to be made should the emissaries of the Unseelie Fae of Death decide to claim them. “So we are surrounded, then?” Coda murmured, the rhythmic lilt of his accented voice barely concealing the falter in his usual charm. 
Phasmyn studied his face carefully as he tried to remain stoic. She knew him better than that, she could see how nervous he truly was. “You know these creatures better than I. What are we to do? What if the Unseelie-”
Coda stepped closer and clamped a hand over her mouth. They’d only ever stood this close to each other in the heat of an argument. It felt wrong, somehow, as if their hair would still be standing on end even if the Lights were not filling the woods around them with their ghostly glow. “Shhh,” he repeated, knowing that his palm couldn’t silence her forever. “Do not use that name again in their presence. We will do nothing. Just look at me. Don’t look anywhere else.”
His hands shifted from her mouth to grip her arms earnestly. With her lips uncovered, the breath she’d been holding fluttered out of her body like a frightened moth. So accustomed to fighting him with every opportunity, it took everything in her to nod her head in agreement. A faint blue glow began to highlight his features as she locked her eyes on his face: the quizzical brow, the brooding pout, the slightly crooked nose. No doubt the same effect was happening to her sharp cheekbones and burn scar; she could feel his eyes studying her face while his hands tightened around her arms. The way he was holding her, it was patronizing, like she was a stubborn child about to touch a hot stove immediately after being warned not to. Her shaking hands moved to remedy the situation, prying off his tense fingers and clasping them tightly in front of her, between them. He nodded imperceptibly, squeezing her hands in acknowledgement. If they were to face this - or, more accurately, avoid facing this - it would be as equals.
Adrenaline coursed through Phasmyn’s veins, where moments before there had been fire. Everything she was, everything she had become, told her she had to do something. The helplessness, that sinking feeling of a weight attached to your feet as you try to swim, it was what she most detested in this world. But what could she do? What could either of them do? Surrounded by a figurative sea of literal death, in the middle of nowhere, what could the two of them do but look at each other and pray it would be over soon? Despite the sweat on her brow and the heat in her face that urged her to turn and fight, or flee, her feet inched closer to him, and in response his hands tugged her ever closer. She could smell the creek they drank from not an hour earlier on his breath. 
It was hard to tell in the moving shadows on his face, but it seemed like Coda was smiling at her. She wanted to hate him. For all of his machismo, bravado, and all the other words that end in O, she was surprised to see him so… grounded. Reassuring. Anchoring her, in this moment. Her heart was pounding. Her palms - or maybe his palms, it was too hard to tell now, as intermingled as they were - were sweaty. The way the blue lights danced in his eyes as if they themselves were glowing with magic…
She was getting carried away. The blue haze in her periphery was fading finally. When it was fully gone, they’d be free to go back as they were, fighting about- what were they fighting about? Regardless, this shared moment of terror changed nothing. Any intimacy they’d felt was convenient. It was survival. It was birthed from fear and raised by adrenaline. She loathed him. 
And yet, when his eyes glanced away from hers to check if the coast was clear, her heart skipped a beat in fear that he’d doomed himself to follow the Lights to his death.
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dragomerepyrrhart · 11 months
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Gender-fluid Pride! Rielle Cariyune, the spouse of Nimbas Cariyune, is showing gender-fluid pride. Gender-fluid high elf bladesinger wizards do what they do best!
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fernrisulfr · 1 year
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The Anti-Rhys
Half-Elf - Warlock (Hexblade)/Paladin?
Character Concept: Possibly half-Drow. Raised by a "dark skinned tiefling who didn't talk much" (Silence). Basically the Anti-Rhys.
Explanation for that Nonsense: So this is less a concept other people can use, though maybe it will inspire someone. This one comes with a story. It was in my last campaign with a group I miss. We had a Half-Elf Wizard Bladesinger named Rhys. I found a picture by an artist that I shared with the group because it looked a lot like Rhys, but edgier. We started making jokes about the “Anti-Rhys” in which I started making a character concept on the fly, filled with references to past things. He’d look like Rhys but a Half-Drow, since Rhys was a Bladesinger, he’d be a Hexblade. His father would be Eril, the adopted NPC Drow of another player in a previous campaign. His adoptive mother would be that person’s character, a Tiefling Paladin named “Silence”. Rhys was this little naïve bundle of PEP, so anti-Rhys would be this edgy little ball of anger. Everyone was legitimately on board to be honest, but it never happened. Given time it may have actually worked despite being a web of in-jokes and references. The base for a character all it’s own was there. 
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itsberru · 2 months
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Lyranel 🌸
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haorev · 2 years
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I’m playing a bladesigner for the first time and this wizard is actually 100% my jam
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northyme · 1 year
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My bladesinger wizard Rhys 🗡
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dnd-homebrew5e · 1 year
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Uh oh. Seems like we have reached that time where I would love for y'all to inbox me questions about my level 9 Fire Genasi (Reborn) Bladesinger Wizard, Zedonya Mayvikolai. 👀
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Art by @looceyloo
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zephyrbug · 2 years
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A courtier bladesigner wizard, she isn’t the friendliest but she knows how to get the job done! She is a Dragonborn (of the crystal dragon variety) and works as a nobles advisor/attendant! 💎🗡🐉📖 I have never played a wizard before and bladesinger really spoke to me so I aimed to create a wizard I would like to play and ended up with this lady!
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moonloredraws · 7 months
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Hanayo, a Shiba Inu Amali Bladesinger Wizard!
Commission for @vespertineoracle
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starr-n-art · 2 months
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Satuj Toracsi's (she/they/he) end-of-the-campaign appearance at level 17 as a bladesinger wizard
I originally had planned for her to kick the bucket during the lab arc but I got attached, so then I had to think of an updated look for them that wasn't "unhinged scientist". He's no longer a kalashtar and thus, their pupils have returned to a normal black. They can dream normally now without witnessing eldritch nonsense 💭👁️
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