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creative-neighbour · 1 year
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This is Marcy,
She's a combat medic of her home land sent to covert missions gone wrong to support and keep her allies alive. She is considered a Cleric to those who know her which she will agree with but she knows it's something else, while she worships the gods she knows this is not their magic which aids her but she's scared to know what it truely is.
This was a character I played for a short while in a D&D campagin, one that managed to survive the whole thing unlike many of my others xD if people are interested I can share more about her backstory but for now enjoy the art I did for her.
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lkblackham · 1 year
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Perryn Rannock, Cleric of Ilmater.
Hello once again, Tumblr! It's been a while! I, like many, am making the exodus from Twitter and Instagram and returning to my ol' stompin' grounds here now that my drawings won't get got by Ye Algorythme. Hopefully.
Anyway, this is (one of) my D&D characters, a very tired but dedicated high elf cleric serving a human God. Love this boy. Hope he lives!
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redundantz · 1 year
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blam blam
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homriette · 7 months
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Ptilopsis/Joyce
I said i was gonna do more arknights yea
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oldschoolfrp · 1 month
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Help, our friend has been stabbed 23 times in the curia by persons unknown (David Dorman, from the AD&D 2e Dungeon Master's Guide, TSR, 1989)
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fluffyartbl0g · 8 months
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The thumbnail has nothing to do with the video but I think it might possibly be some of my best work
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bia-bonne · 7 months
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when best boy has Dia and saves you ✨
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hellosunnycore · 1 year
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✧ serenity ✧
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gasstationclown · 2 months
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dnd post because one of my characters is on my mind
so i havent actually played this character (yet) but he is on my back burner because i like his concept quite a lot
this is abraham vicknair (vic), hes a warforged death domain cleric
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(and an older thing i did, i revamped some stuff)
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the random human guy in these IS relevant because thats him before he died and thus transferred his soul to a warforged body.
abraham grew up in nobility (and he certainly acts as such). at 29, while he was studying medicine, he caught yellow fever (or a disease akin to it). instead of seeking aid or taking medication, he devised a plan. as a worshipper of [insert god of death] he wanted to see how he could use death to his benefit- manipulate it, in a way (respectfully). he also became curois to see what would happen if he tried to revive his corpse whilst in his warforged frame. abraham worked hard in both honoring and sacrificing for his god, and building a new body for his soul, one that was stronger and sturdier than his scrawny self. he employed help with his parents money, but the design was his own. eventually, abraham died at his workdesk while working on this project. fortunately, his project worked, and he arose in his new body. however, there was a noticable problem: his human corpse was nowhere to be found.
so thats how he became an adventurer, basically. hes looking for his corpse while trying to get used to being 2 ft taller
i think it may be a bit obvious that his inspiration is victor frankenstein/frankenstein as hes both the doctor AND the monster. hes also inspired by the song necromancin dancin by bear ghost and brian david gilberts halloween cover of gimme! gimme! gimme! (imagine abrahams voice as bdg doing a british accent)
and heres another digital colored sketch page but its under a cut because it shows him dead at his desk so TW
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dewitty1 · 3 months
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Fire Meet Gasoline
lettersbyelise @lettersbyelise
Chapters: 14/14 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Astoria Greengrass, Scorpius Malfoy, Original Characters, Original Pet Characters Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Slow Burn, Unresolved Sexual Tension, idiots to lovers, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Past Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Past Draco Malfoy/Original Character(s) - Freeform, Healer Harry Potter, Quidditch Player Draco Malfoy, Person of Color Harry Potter, Snark, Banter, Harry Potter Has Issues, Draco Malfoy Has Issues, Drinking, anger management issues, Canon-Typical Violence, Workaholic Harry Potter, Sleep Deprivation, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Pregnant Minor Character, Shower Sex, Smut, Dirty Talk, Sectumsempra Scars (Harry Potter), Swearing, Implied/Referenced Past Murder of a Parent, Bisexual Harry Potter, Bisexual Draco Malfoy, Happy Ending, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, H/D Erised 2022, Digital Art
  Summary:
When Draco’s anger management issues land him in St Mungo’s, he thinks his Quidditch career is over. But Harry, A&E Healer and notorious workaholic, is faced with a similar predicament. To save their jobs, the two of them decide to fake a relationship. All they have to do is convince their friends and employers… and not fall in love in the process. Simple, right?
(੭ˊ͈ ꒵ˋ͈)੭* . * ・ 。゚☆
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Harry’s hands pressed into fists. How obvious was Harry’s listlessness if even a conceited twat like Malfoy could read it on his face? How pathetic and useless must he look, a Healer without patients, robbed of his vocation?
But Malfoy was right. Harry wasn’t his Healer. He wasn’t anybody’s Healer for the foreseeable future. And if there was more to life than work, it didn’t involve worrying about Malfoy and his dumb disregard of basic medical advice.
“Suit yourself, Malfoy,” he said. “Wear the fucking brace or not. But when your hand is useless, don’t come crying if nobody hires you to play Quidditch again.”
Malfoy closed the gap between them in one step. Closed his fist into the front of Harry’s shirt. His face was inches from Harry’s face. “Who told you that?”
Malfoy’s breath shook when Harry grabbed his collar. “Lay your hand on me one more time, and I’ll hex you back to fucking France.”
They glared at each other, hands tangled in each other’s shirts, when a feminine voice called from afar, “Draco?”
Malfoy inhaled sharply, eyes wide. There was a split-second of panic in his eyes.
Then Malfoy yanked Harry to him and kissed him square on the lips.
Harry stumbled back as Malfoy let him go. Malfoy turned a genial smile to the posh young woman striding their way. “Hello, Astoria.”
But the woman paid no attention to Malfoy. She stared at Harry. Her pretty mouth hung open, possibly the only concession to utter surprise that her upbringing allowed.
Harry, though, had no such upbringing to fall back on. Draco Malfoy had just kissed him. They’d been fighting, that much he remembered. They’d been fighting. Harry was so fucking irritated by Malfoy, but it hadn’t been a horrible feeling. The heat that had raged through Harry’s veins was a welcome change after two weeks of quiet desperation. But then instead of punching him, as Harry half-expected, Malfoy had kissed him. Pressed his lips to Harry’s lips. With no forewarning whatsoever. What the fuck.
He blinked at Astoria like a spooked owl.
(๑ˊ͈ ॢꇴ ˋ͈)〜♡॰ॱ
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lilacthebooklover · 3 months
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If you’re still taking requests then, what if shadow milk somehow managed to reach through to pure vanilla during the time when he was just a healer cookie with no memories of himself or soul jam :3
of course!! i imagine healer would be a whole lot easier to manipulate, considering he's the very epitome of a blank slate- and i can definitely see shadow milk taking advantage of that! thanks for the awesome idea, i'll let you know when it's written <33
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The Party-
A femboy from a matriarchal state where men have limited opportunities to advance
A disaffected woman from a tribe where every woman looks the same and has the same job
A man from a tribe similar to but with a different function from the above, taking on the role of a woman in that tribe
A deeply traumatized goblin who drinks to forget the pain of their trauma
NPC: "Y'all good? You all look like you're sorting some shit out... I mean you, the players. Y'all good?"
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selkies-and-cycles · 25 days
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“So, my dark-haired beauty,” Xelara turned to the Crown as their group walked down the hallway, arms casually folded behind her head. Crown Havîn looked over at her, one hand still on the cane assisting their right side. The Pale Sword grinned, delivering her joke with mirth twinkling in her eyes. “I’m still surprised you haven’t fallen for me yet.”
Crown Havîn blinked at her before sighing, taking in a deep breath as they pushed brown curls back from their face. “Xelara.” They began. “You are my friend and I am very fond of you. But if you make one more joke about me ‘falling for you’ because of my health,” Havîn raised their cane, sticking it squarely in the woman’s face, right between the bridge between her eyes. “I will stick this lûle directly down your throat.”
Xelara held up her hands in mock defense, stepping back with a casual slide. “Alright, alright, point taken. No more stupid disability jokes.”
Havîn lowered their wooden cane back down with a slight harrumph, but the noise seemed to be mostly in good humor as they continued onward through the hall. Delal hung back with Xelara, mentally chiding the Pale Sword as their Crown sidled up between Azad and Rêzan.
Azad raised an eyebrow at the Crown, the dimples on his cheeks fighting to keep back his amusement. “I’m starting to wonder if you even need my services as the Royal Protector, Majesty, if you’re just going to keep threatening everyone who approaches you with your cane.”
Havîn seemed to shudder at the thought, wobbling slightly at their next stop. “Azad no, please don’t leave me.” They immediately beg, to which the rest can’t help but laugh slightly. “Just because I’ve knocked out a few people before doesn’t mean I’m invincible.”
“Wait, you’ve actually attacked people with it before?” Delal chimed in, Rêzan mimicking her slightly concerned expression.
Havîn stopped, face flushing slightly as they turned their head to the side. “Most of my makeshift ‘mobility aids’ were just big tree branches.” A pause. “They’re disposable.” A quieter mumble. “...And very good for hitting enemies with.”
A brief silence. Rêzan looked conflicted about whether to be concerned or amused, as did most of the others.
Then, Xelara broke the silence.
“Wait, is that why I saw one of your guards limping earlier today?"
"..."
"Havîn..."
"I FELT REALLY BAD OKAY?!"
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toadtusks · 6 months
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I wonder how many stress points FCG may get from that whole mess :S witnessing Ashton explode and reform then struggling to heal him enough to only just barely keep them alive as their body breaks down. And knowing Ashton lied to them all about it. That’s a lot. T_T
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thanatosaria · 7 months
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just one look from me, lights out, watch em hit the ground 🗡️
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saw a post talking about the implications of using common modern phrases in fantasy but included the example of referencing an adrenaline rush to suggest it's silly that they would know about the endocrine system in a fantasy world. listen to me. listen. climbs onto the table so I am taller than you. magical healing should require EXCEPTIONALLY precise anatomical knowledge to be truly effective. you have "detect life" spells, you 100% live in a world where you can non-invasively observe someone's literal physical interiority (non-invasive, but still potentially weird. stop looking at my kidneys mid-conversation they're normal they're NORMAL). join me in a beautiful world where there is magic-based HRT made possible BECAUSE they know about the endocrine system.
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