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florbelles · 7 months

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Is your Tav a romanceable character? Are there any specific requirements to romancing them?

Are there any moments in the game that trigger unique dialogue for your character? (Like Gale’s anecdote about the barfight after you save the goblin prisoner)

Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game? Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes?

For Síle 💜

ty lici beloved xx

romance i. is your tav a romanceable character? are there any specific requirements to romancing them?

síle is extremely easy to sleep with if propositioned, no prerequisites except for non-abysmal approval (abysmal approval can still be propositioned but she will laugh, very hard, for a very long time. she stops. "oh, were you serious?" this is your chance to make a graceful exit. she will approve if you do so. if you do not take it she will simply stare at you for a long moment before responding, with deep sympathy, "oh, no." you are promptly ejected from the conversation. you cannot bring it up again.) actually entering a relationship with her is considerably more difficult. she does not assume you're together and will not ask for exclusivity or something official. if you'd like to be you are once again going to have to instigate the conversation (only possible with exceptional approval). she's not playing hard to get and she is not ambivalent she has just literally never had to be the one to approach anyone in her life. she will be agreeable to a relationship given high enough approval. but watch out

in all seriousness it isn't that she has any great difficulty or inhibitions about being tied down or falling in love—she's a little in love with everyone she gets on with, in fact—but that she is potentially extremely difficult to keep (and wild for to hold, if you will) unless you have a very specific chemistry and connection (which, in-game mechanically, would equate to extremely high approval + a favorable specific outcome in her personal quest). she will not fuck with you romantically on anything beyond a superficial level unless you are her bestie first and foremost. (there are zero ramifications on her end for sleeping with her and pursuing someone else as long as there's no lock-in conversation, instigated by the player; you could not blow hotter or colder than she, don't play a player, etc etc etc.)

gen xi. are there any moments in the game that trigger unique dialogue for your character?

as you draw closer to the gate/when you are actually In the City, yes, though she has considerably more pertinent anecdotes the further into act iii you press, she doesn't have as much to say as would be expected, since she spent most of her time in the upper city and. well. (she did not actually live in the city, but south of it.) will mention kieran & amara at the blushing mermaid. knows amira and can specifically request her standard like old times. she brings you with her. it's literally just an empty chamber stocked with wine, paper and ink. oh yes she used this as a diplomatic meeting spot for discretion since any observers who knew her would be more disinclined to mention seeing her there. why, whatever did you think she meant? (is exceedingly unfun in brothels since she's used this practice all of her adult life. sees them as intel offices.)

gen vii. do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game? can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the player character makes?

WELL. canonically speaking she's already had her little revenge quest tied up in a bow long before the events of the game—she was not idle the past ten years—but since she is now a companion and not in charge (if she is a recruited companion you have done an exceedingly good job of convincing her this was her idea. btw.) she has cause for one last bit of business she did not canonically need to settle. enter the curse of the old noble cadwell family (not in fact so old at all as a branch, but in human terms they tend to think themselves so; their actual claim to longevity comes from the now-decimated cosantoirs, from whom the present line descends, though that name has been largely, if speedily and sloppily, erased in the ten years since its demise). in said ten years, every single member of the family save the patriarch, lord [kieran] cadwell iii, has either vanished or met a grisly fate; he has become paranoid and reclusive and has taken to insisting that his niece, the last of the cosantoirs, is both alive and responsible. (she is.) síle will confirm this early on if the opportunity arises. she has come to realize that she can no longer outrun her identity, duty, name, and all that comes with it (a thing she has been resistant to even since childhood as the heir, perhaps—yes, perhaps, she will say nothing, she has a terrible reputation to uphold—greatly exaggerating the extent of her debauchery in the public eye to discourage expectations. síle is accustomed to power and privilege and will not reliquish it unless it comes with responsibility she does not want. this is, or rather was, one such instance, but if this incident is survived she sees no road forward but reclaiming it. there is simply one loose end. she requires a confession from the lead conspirator in the plot against her family which ended in their deaths, whom she knows to be her uncle. she has never attempted to accuse him publicly because she wants his name and his line obliterated as hers was and does not believe he deserves the historical infamy or notoriety that would come from this becoming public knowledge. better to leave him alone and forgotten (to which end she has killed every other member of his family save his illegitimate son who carries his name much to his chagrin; kieran cadwell iv has also disappeared, in fact, but that was after he went seeking his rival and occasional paramour, amara, the previous year).

she intends to go and torture it out of him and would very much appreciate your coming along to keep watch. (this, if undertaken, becomes the noble estate stealth mission players whose absence players have bemoaned). should things go wrong, you are also meant as backup, since she has single-handedly fought her way out of an estate before—her own—but you see, it left a rather noticeable scar on her most valuable asset, her face, and additionally rather serious wounds around her abdomen, but those are of less consequence if greater risk of fatality. players have the choice to either assist her as asked, in which case she is locked in as both a companion and romance option; you can refuse, which results in her leaving the party (no hard feelings, love, but given that you find your assistance unnecessary to her, she is sure her own assistance is unnecessary to you); you can additionally double cross her and turn her over, which she will say is fair enough, but you are now in combat (there is no outcome where you do not have to kill her in said combat). you can try to talk her out of it, but this will require multiple extremely difficult persuasion rolls; she will agree only to deferring it and acknowledge that she has waited ten years and can perhaps wait until the matter at hand is settled. she will still disapprove even if successfully dissuaded and will not give her word not to do so down the line after survival is ensured. no change of disposition will occur, and she will remain on as a companion, but she cannot be fully romanced.

#i was going to keep this shorter. i said. these are more informal. i meant to say.#sorry for the novel.#oc: sile cosantoir #codex: sile #this is an au obviously but it's long and lore heavy enough it's going in that tag lmao #asks: sile #blissfulalchemist

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adelaidedrubman · 3 months

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— A REEL CATCH

i was tagged by darlings @nightbloodbix @g0dspeeed @inafieldofdaisies @gwynbleidd to fill out this fun romance chart! sending tags out to @florbelles @belorage @lordundying @henbased @corvosattano @socially-awkward-skeleton @nowandthane @josephslittledeputy @hctknives @memaidraws @quickhacked @poetikat @thefathersbride @wrathfulrook @thedeadthree @galaxycunt @fourlittleseedlings @nonfunctioning-queer @voidika @captastra @confidentandgood @deputyash @blissfulalchemist @shellibisshe @cassietrn @simplegenius042 @clicheantagonist @strafethesesinners @direwombat @pathologictwo @shallow-gravy @jackiesarch @stacispratt @strangefable @v0idbuggy @professorpineapple @orionlancasterr @firstaidspray @ladyoriza + like/unlike to opt in/out of tag games here!

#suspend disbelief about how/by who this got filled out i just needed there to be some accountability for honest answers on ideal partner #‘‘my ideal partner would obviously be a bit aloof but have a kind heart and be laid back and chill just like me.’’ she LOVES to tell lies #oc: deputy jestiny ellen

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henbased · 2 months

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the beaver and the (i dont have jacobs fursona picked out yet)

look. i did a meme template. that gives me immunity for the next few months.

stumpled upon this template and after some beating the shit out my apple products in light of my dead as fuck computer i finally have product. you like it, you agree? you reblog the old man furry yaoi.

tagged by @adelaidedrubman to do this (and maybe another or two? idk my activity feed is so scary). i know its been passed around a bit but im gonna also send out tags to @socially-awkward-skeleton @orionlancasterr @vasiktomis @chickenparm @sweatandwoe @florbelles (URGES????) @derelictheretic @stacispratt @blissfulalchemist @strangefable @nonfunctioning-queer @josephslittledeputy @cassietrn @ri-a-rose @direwombat @ladyoriza @g0dspeeed @aceghosts @corvosattano @necro-hamster (hi. i know you have ocs who can fill this out. knock knock.) and um [starts flipping thru the clipboard papers] anyone i forgot to tag. you, the very person reading this, i am tagging YOU!!

blank meme under the readmore

#📌#jacob seed #oc: cliff creek #otp: jacobship #divorced man starts love affair on furaffinity with the local cult guy whose trying to kill him for #skirting his child support by going off to ‘live it in the rough’ up in the whitetails #man who has never made his own fire going ‘how hard can it be’#local eugenics enthusist takes breaks from torturing and killing to jerk off to furry giftart from his little beaver

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shellibisshe · 5 months

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ophelia "phe" alice octavius

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tag list! (ask to be added or removed): @bloodofvalyria @loriane-elmuerto @queennymeria @statichvm @jackiesarch @thedeadthree @chuckhansen @risingsh0t @nightbloodbix @confidentandgood @leviiackrman @florbelles @adelaidedrubman @shallow-gravy @blissfulalchemist @socially-awkward-skeleton @roofgeese @onehornedbeast @quickhacked @inafieldofdaisies @heroofpenamstan @deputyash @katsigian @benwishaw @gwynbleidd

#my edits #if u see mistakes no u dont #ophelia octavius #i love her #also me having to work around. courtney looking fucking UNHINGED ALL THE TIME #n e ways. her tropes make her sound a lot more sinister than she is. i prommy she is normal #shes just. tired like 100% of the time

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strafethesesinners · 14 days

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Vault Boi OC picrew

Edit: fem version here!

Tagged by @inafieldofdaisies thank you! I also made some quick and dirty Fallout AU ideas for them.

Cooper McCoy (fc5): Vault dweller who runs away young and becomes a raider. Gets tired of their pointless cruelty and leaves them, later joining the Minutemen and protecting the people he used to menace from his old friends.

Valor “V” Coleman (cyberpunk 2077): cyrogenically frozen in 2077 by ?? (maybe Arasaka?) until they could find a way to extract the Relic. Unfortunately the bombs fell while he was asleep. Woken up in 2287 by raiders believing him to be someone important and valuable. He ends up making friends with them because of course he does. He still has Jonny in his head but is able to keep the effects of the relic at bay by abusing chems. Carries a stolen Pip Boy

Heath McCoy (fc5): model Vault citizen. Overseer’s son etc etc. However, leaves his Vault without permission to look for his long lost brother Cooper.

Ward Drachen (rdr2): Born in the Wasteland. His family and settlement were destroyed by the Institute and he has been hunting them ever since for both revenge and answers. Becomes a ruthless killer along the way. Quite possibly a synth without knowing it. Also carries a pip boy off of someone he killed.

Tagging @deputyash @dep-priv @unleashed111 @teamhawkeye @corneliusironwood @shallow-gravy @florbelles @blissfulalchemist @purplehairsecretlair @adelaidedrubman @v0idbuggy @direwombat @g0dspeeed @killerspinal @katsigian @henbased @afarcryfrommymain @amalkavian @socially-awkward-skeleton @cassietrn @strangefable @orionlancasterr @quickhacked and whoever wants to!

#not Valor and Ward’s fallout aus being more interesting than what I have for them in their original settings #ok but what if…#all of them in the same universe and its fallout…..#oc picrew #Cooper picrews #Valor picrews #Heath picrews #Ward picrews #fallout picrew

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statichvm · 3 months

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— 5 SONG TAG

i was tagged by reverend @perpetuagf to post my five favorite songs as of late and i legally cannot pass up a music tag so. sorry. enjoy.

tagging @jackiesarch @unholymilf @florbelles @shallow-gravy @blissfulalchemist @adelaidedrubman @belorage @roofgeese @carrionsflower @queennymeria @nightbloodbix @faarkas @teamhawkeye @gwynbleidd @firstaidspray @henbased @ghostfvcker @cptcassian @thedeadthree @risingsh0t @simonxriley @shellibisshe @macs-babies @loriane-elmuerto @leviiackrman @marivenah @strangefable @socially-awkward-skeleton @inafieldofdaisies @cassietrn @onehornedbeast @dickytwister @cloudofbutterflies92 @chloekistune and @direwombat

﹂wrestling in dirt pits / ethel cain

﹂kingdom of heaven (is within you) / 13th floor elevators

﹂sinnerman / nina simone

﹂blue eyes crying in the rain / conway twitty

﹂lead kindly light (instrumental) / the newton brothers

#well. yknow. 🤠#i recently was shown a video of my grandpa playing and singing some conway twitty and well.#tag games #personal ramblings

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deputyash · 3 months

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WIP Day

Soo I ended up losing track of time to post the WIP Asks I was sent last time so I'm going to post it now as this week's WIP Day haha. Luckily the asks sent are for the same piece so it works!

Asks were sent by @shallow-gravy and @strafethesesinners for the WIP "Izel and Astarion being silly at the Elfsong". I was also tagged by @wrathfulrook for a general WIP Day! Thank you!

Tagging: @harmonyowl @derelictheretic @teamhawkeye @purplehairsecretlair @peachyaliien @redreart @statichvm @shellibisshe @glowwormsmith @isobel-thorm @adelaidedrubman @blissfulalchemist @direwombat @jacobseed @mel-eficent @cassietrn @beemot @englass @shallow-gravy @bardic-inspo @bg-brainrot @weekend-writer @miss-jennifer-cormier and anyone else who'd like to post!

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Astarion practically tackles Izel, pushing her back onto the cushions of the lounge. His arms bracket around her head as he looks down at her. As their laughter dies down, he can’t help but get lost in her eyes. Such a lovely shade of red, like ripe sweet berries.

She stares back up at him, getting caught up in the same moment. They both let out soft breaths as they gaze at one another. Astarion’s lips part and his tongue swipes over his bottom lip in anticipation.

A gleam catches in Izel’s eyes then and she tilts her head up just enough to plant a quick lick to the tip of his nose. Astarion immediately pulls away and lets out a disgusted noise, “Ugh! Did you really just lick me?”

Izel lets out a laugh, “You get to bite me all the time. Don’t I deserve a little taste too?” She says with a mocking pout.

“You cheeky little thing—“ he cuts himself off as he dives back over her, his hands coming to meet her sides, sending ticklish waves across her skin.

Izel lets out an uncontrollable laugh and begins to squirm in his grasp. “No! Astarion!” She laughs.

#deputyash's writing #deputyash's ocs #izel #izel x astarion #astarion x oc #astarion x tav #bg3 #bg3 fanfic #astarion fanfic

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 10 months

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Tagged by: @ishwaris (last week, thank you again) @chazz-anova @eclecticwildflowers and @clicheantagonist thank you all so much!

Tagging: @strangefable @direwombat @adelaidedrubman @roofgeese @confidentandgood @derelictheretic @strafethesesinners @shallow-gravy @blissfulalchemist @henbased @florbelles @trench-rot @inafieldofdaisies @jacobsneed @voidika @v0idbuggy @detectivelokis @madparadoxum @nightbloodbix @nightwingshero @josephslittledeputy @marivenah @josephseedismyfather @cassietrn @neverthesameneveranother @kyber-infinitygems @aceghosts @wrathfulrook @vampireninjabunnies-blog @g0dspeeed @poetikat (and I feel like I’m missing others so anyone else I missed as well - no pressure of course)

Technically it’s still Tuesday for me but what the hell...

A little wip art from an upcoming scene in American Beasts where Kit finally gets to take care of the old man instead of him patching her up

And a snippet from Staci’s confession (this chapter is killing me, why can’t it just write itself)

This wasn’t going to be easy no matter which route he took, but he had to say something. "Um, well from the moment I was taken from the helicopter I've had my mind on a few things."

John smiled, the orange light reflecting off his eyes like the eye shine of a nocturnal beast. "Go on."

Staci licked his lips nervously, though his mouth was so dry he barely coated them in saliva at all. “Some thoughts are stronger than others. There are certain people in my life who affect them in particular.”

“Mmhm,” John hummed, raising his brow. He didn’t probe, he simply let silence settle until Staci felt forced to continue.

“Kit – being one of them.” Brown eyes were narrowed to slivers as Staci winced, waiting for the blow back of this reveal. He was sure she wasn’t one of the Baptist’s favorite people especially after how much trouble she’d caused him.

“Ah, Kathleen…” John started to pace, a half smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth as he forced his hands behind his back to keep himself from fidgeting. “She is quite something, isn’t she?”

The way John’s eyes lit up at the mere mention of her name made his stomach drop. He had reason to believe Kit and Jacob had some sort of personal relationship, but seeing another Herald reacting this way over her – and being trapped in his basement – put Staci on edge.

“Being at the Vet Center – staying close to Jacob, hearing the radio transmissions, collecting the reports, seeing the footage. The things she did…continues to do. I just – I don’t know how she does it. If our roles were reversed...I don't think I'd have been able to do half the things she’s accomplished, and she’d still do better than I did while under the Herald’s care.” Staci said, his voice cracked and wavered.

His eyes fell to his lap, embarrassed by who he was, by his failure. If it had been her who was taken and he was left to fight, Hope County would have fallen in a week and he’d be somewhere bleeding out – alone.

“I spent time in the cages, I took part in the trials – somehow I survived. Something in me wouldn’t let me die, like it had something to prove. Seeing the desperation of the recruits kept there, seeing how fast we all broke, and how badly they all wanted to be saved – just a glimpse at the badge had them reaching out to me like I was some hero when I was no better than any of them. They treated me like I was a fuckin’ saint. That feeling buries itself inside you, you start to crave it. I guess I understand why she fights so hard, but still –”

“So what are you more envious of then, Staci? What she managed to do or who she is and why she fights?”

“I’m envious of what they both are,” Staci said, choking out his response.

“Both?” John's eyes widened, giving him a look of innocence.

“Kit and Jacob. They’re strong. Stronger than I’ll ever be, but goddamn am I willing to try.”

John turned to roll his eyes at the mention of his eldest brother and strength. He'd heard the same thing said by so many of Jacob's recruits it had become tiresome to him to say the very least. He gave a quiet sigh and turned back to the table where the tattoo needle sat, snatching it up into his hands. He began to pace once more, long strides back and forth in front of the former Deputy like a metronome. “What about your relationship with Kit?”

“What?” Staci’s brow furrowed at the insinuation. He was one of the last people anyone would or could ever think she’d have something to do with.

“Nancy – in the information she gave us – she mentioned you used to flirt with her. Do you two have a history together? Or was this more just a one sided desire on your part?"

“Fuckin’ Nancy,” Staci muttered, shaking his head. “I don’t have a relationship with Kit, I mean sure I’ve thought about it, hell sometimes it was a nice warm thought to keep me alive in the cage when I was covered in my own piss and other people’s blood, but no…her and I — never gonna be a thing.”

“But you’d like it to be?” John tilted his head and cocked his brow, squeezing every last bit of information he could get from his newest toy.

“Not if I don’t want my neck snapped by the Herald.”

“I’m sorry. What was that?” John’s tongue clicked against his teeth as he fought to keep the smile on his face, his brow furrowing deeply.

“I don’t know for sure, they try to keep it quiet, sometimes there's hints…

John’s eye twitched, the whites of his eyes expanding as he stared at Staci like a deer caught in the headlights, his smile becoming ever more manic.

“She’s been kept with him in privacy a few times now and for someone who doesn't talk a lot she gets…” Staci looked around the room, his gaze floating up to the antlers that hung above him, suddenly feeling like the axe hanging above his head on a chopping block. But he’d started and couldn’t leave John hanging now. “Vocal. Kinda starting to think there’s something going on there between them, you know?”

Chuckling quietly, John puffed himself up like the preening peacock he was. “Between Cross and my brother? My brother, Jacob?”

“Yeah?”

John’s jaw tightened, clenching as his molars crunched against each other, squeaking as the teeth scraped against the other. A forced smile crept across his lips, pulling against his tightly clenched teeth, making the corners of his eyes crinkle with how hard he was trying to hide the real emotions.

“I know Jacob isn’t big on the religion, so he doesn’t follow all the rules, but they seem to be –”

John held up his hand to stop the flow of words that seemed to spill from Staci’s mouth like a river now that he was given the chance to speak. “That’s quite enough, Pratt. Thank you for opening up to me.” Stomping around the room, the vein in his forehead throbbed violently and his face turned red as he bit back on his rage. Pushing his hand through his slicked back hair, John exhaled as if he was forcing out the scream that now lay buried inside his ribs as he took his position standing in front of Staci. “For the acts that you’ve confessed to. I’ll be marking you with Envy and Lust. Coveting is a very unhealthy mindset, Staci. Are you sure being at Saint Francis is the right place for how you feel?”

Staci lifted his chin and took a deep breath. He’d never been more sure of anything in his life. “It’s where I want to be. I want to be strong.”

The Baptist’s smile crept back along his lips, no longer the madman fretting over things out of his control, he slipped back into the form he liked to present to the world as the man who had it all together. “Very well”

Still gripping the tattoo needle tight in his hand, John placed it back down on the table and bent over Staci, ripping open the same Deputy uniform he’d been forced to wear for weeks covered in blood, sweat, dirt and the stains of his tears. Staci’s breath hitched in his throat when the cold, recycled air blowing through the vents hit his bandaged chest. The wounds below only freshly starting to heal began to prickle and burn, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Well, Jacob didn’t leave me much to work with.”

Stopping to stare at the bloodstained gauze on Staci’s chest and abdomen, John pulled open the rest of the buttons until Staci’s shirt was hanging off of him. A cruel sneer pulled at John’s lip and he grabbed the sponge and water from the table, slapping the soft, wet material against Staci’s trail of hair that led down to his belt. “Consider this a reminder when you’re starting to feel lonely again.”

Placing the sponge back into the bowl with a splash, John quickly swiped the tattoo needle back up into his hand, turning it on with a loud buzz that made Staci’s teeth ache like being at the dentist. Kneeling down between Staci’s legs, John smiled and his bright blue eyes seemed to flash with something dark. “Take a deep breath.”

Staci sucked in as much air as his lungs could hold when the needle touched his skin and ripped through it with a million little pricks. It lacked the fluidity of the knife Jacob had used against him. Biting down into his lip, his eyes rolled back into his head as John continued to scrawl into the sensitive skin of his pelvis.

Pursing his lips, John blew cold air onto Staci’s new tattoo when he was finished with his handiwork, and grabbed the sponge to dab at the blood that was bubbling to the surface through the broken skin.

Half expecting words of praise, telling him he’d done a good job, that he took it well – something warm coiled in Staci’s belly and he felt nauseous. This wasn’t Jacob, this wasn’t the trials – this was a whole other beast. John merely ignored him and carried on with his work, tugging the sleeve of his shirt down his arm to expose the flesh of his upper bicep. Smooth hands traveled over his skin, finding the best place to drop the needle and Staci’s lip quivered in response to the gentle touch.

Wiping the skin down, droplets of water following the curves of what little muscle Staci was getting back, and John grabbed the needle once more. Tearing through layers of skin to mark it with the word ENVY, he showed little remorse as Staci started to groan with pain.

“There. Marked with your sins for all the world to see.” John leaned in, his nose nearly pressed to the former deputy’s. “Are you ready to atone, brother?”

Hot breath fanned over his face and Staci struggled to swallow. There was no fight left in him, he’d do whatever was asked. “Yes.”

The way John smiled at him, it was like he’d made the man’s dreams come true.

“Then let’s begin.”

#wip wednesday #wip art #skelly writes #american beasts #far cry 5 #jacob seed #oc: kit cross #jacob x kit #ship: the wolf and the wildcat #staci pratt #john seed

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leviiackrman · 9 months

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DONATION SKETCHES No. 9

Thank you sm Lici! || Hypatia Caro - @blissfulalchemist || Kofi Donations

Tag list (ask to be added or removed): @risingsh0t @sstewyhosseini @chuckhansen @statichvm @roofgeese @unholymilf @florbelles @confidentandgood @arklay @jinfromyarikawa @shellibisshe @simonxriley @queennymeria @marivenah @denerims @nokstella @noonfaerie @liurnia @indorilnerevarine @jacobseed @jackiesarch @heroofpenamstan

#my art*#donation sketches #kofi donations #artists on tumblr #m.oc: hypatia caro #blissfulalchemist #thank you again lovely!

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florbelles · 4 months

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LYRA FAIRBANKS, fc5 ✤ SÍLE COSANTOIR, bg3 ✤ NESSA RUGUADH, bg3 ✤ CELEMINA GREINATUS, bg3 ✤ AMARA of VALLAKI, d&d ✤ RIONA LONICERA, d&d

tagged by @inafieldofdaisies, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @corvosattano, @voidika, @cassietrn, @gwynbleidd, @leviiackrman, & @shadowglens to make some girlies in this picrew, ty beloveds!!

sending tags to the usual suspects @unholymilf, @henbased, @adelaidedrubman, @belorage, @blissfulalchemist, @jackiesarch, @poetikat, @roofgeese, @envergothash, @arctvrvs, @josephseedismyfather, @strangefable, @perpetuagf, @shallow-gravy, @shellibisshe, @risingsh0t, @katsigian, @perpetuagf, @queennymeria, @chuckhansen, @dameayliins, @nokstella, @faerune, @mrdekarios, @thedeadthree, @ri-a-rose, @loriane-elmuerto, @nightbloodbix, @teamhawkeye, @quickhacked, @playstationmademe, @firstaidspray, @lucy-stillman, @fourlittleseedlings & anyone else can @ me xx

#oc: lyra fairbanks #oc: sile cosantoir #oc: nessa rugadh #oc: celemina greinatus #oc: amara of vallaki #oc: riona lonicera #picrew tag #normal hinged times <3

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adelaidedrubman · 1 month

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