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felkimchi · 1 year
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stormfury, and a couple pics from the spa questline lol .. the used mudmask made me question how it came to be alive
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thegnomelord · 4 months
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What about Monster!AU for prompt 5. Male reader and price please :)
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Sure thing anon, made it a mage reader again, was trying to study for a 'lovely' surprise test but inspiration decided to strike me :/. Play the game HERE
Prompt: “My feelings aren’t real and my heart’s a fucking idiot.”
CW:NSFW, switch/power bottom Dragon Price, Male Mage reader, Oral, Anal, shower sex, semi public sex, reader is oblivious for a bit.
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Price swears his hair and scales are going to go completely gray because of you.
You've been avoiding him for a week now, and all the base knows why — Price can still hear your desperate voice begging and bargaining with whatever will listen "I'll buy you dinner please-just stay alive- I love you- damn it you slimy bastard don't you dare die on me-" as you try to keep him alive, magic flowing from your arms to heal the gaping hole in his side despite the bullets raining overhead; a valiant knight protecting him like he's a prince instead of a dragon.
And Price can remember the way his heart had fluttered at your words, at the way you had hugged him so firmly to keep him safe as your magic raged all around you like a wild force of nature, at the way you looked at him so tenderly— eyes burning with mana like the gaze of a god he's your most prized possession —right before the blood loss made him black out.
But now that Price was out of the hospital, his side permanently marked with your magic and a hefty load of paperwork on his desk, you were acting like you never said anything. Anytime someone brings it up you just ignore them, ignore him, throwing yourself into training as much as you can. And it's getting on his nerves, his draconic blood making anger and malcontent burn in his bones because you'd looked at him like a mate but now it's like he doesn't exist beyond training and missions.
He knows it's against the rules, knows he shouldn't hope for much when he sets out to find you, but he does. It's not hard; though his sensitive nose easily picks up the stench of magic, it's the lingering mana burrowed into his skin that tugs him in a direction, even the foreign parts of him wanting you. He finds you alone in the training room, the ground around you scorched beyond hell.
"We need ta' talk lad." Price rumbles as he closes the door behind him, the deep thrum of his voice hiding the anxious pressure he feels in his chest.
Your head whips to look at him. Price cherishes the way your eyes soften when you see him like a glittering gem. Then a sea of ice settles over your eyes, and you turn your head back to the target dummy as if looking at Price makes you sick. "Nothing to talk about captain."
"That so?" Price asks like he doesn't believe you, because he doesn't. Ancient instincts tug on his mind and he follows them. You know he knows what's plaguing your mind, both of you are aware of the elephant in the room and Price can see the way your shoulders progressively tense as he draws near. But you're a stubborn fool, you refuse to show how his presence makes your heart beat faster despite how each of his steps rings like a gunshot in your ears.
Your mind fails to conjure up words but you force an "Hmh," out of your throat, trying to ignore how Price is so close to you, the heat of his body radiating into yours. His remaining wing stretches out, scales and leathery membranes barely brushing over your shoulder, but the intent is clear; the claim is clear.
You try to ignore him, ignore yourself, clinging to the sensation of your sharp mana digging into your veins as you summon another bout of magic to shoot at the training dummy, whisps of formless energy quickly forming into your preferred element.
His hand settles on your hip, not enough to make you loose focus just yet. "Because last ah remember," He leans in closer, the smell of black coffee and cigars on his breath. This close he can smell you instead of your magic, his chest rumbling against your back with a happy purr. "you promised me dinner if I lived."
You nearly choke on air, your magic sputtering out like an old car engine. "I-" You whirl around, your noses almost touching from how close you are. "-that's not what I'd meant!"
His heart should break at that, but before it can his sensitive ears pick up how rapidly your heart's pounding in your chest, reptilian eyes noting how you're flushed more than usual, breathing rapidly without even noticing it.
"Really now?" That greedy part in his bones urges him on, begging and pleading for him to just take you. His other hand settles on your shoulder, keeping you in place, close to him just like he wants. "Then ah suppose all that 'bout me bein' a slimy bastard was also not true?"
You want to flinch away but can't, your own body a traitor to you, a deep frown tugging on your lips. "Price, I wasn't-"
"And-" He cuts you off by leaning even closer, his forehead resting against yours and fuck, your head fits perfectly between his horns, like you belong there. "-I must've misheard you when you said you loved me?" He raises an eyebrow, voice both teasing and serious, holding his breath.
Just that small contact of skin on skin has your resolve crumbling like sand, "Listen, just-" You suck in a sharp breath, the situation both bliss and hell for you. “My feelings aren’t real and my heart’s a fucking idiot. Okay? And just-" You try to stammer the same lies you'd tell yourself every time you'd catch yourself thinking of him more than just your captain (which was way too often).
Price's clawed hand grips your chin and manually closes your mouth, his smooth scales cool against your warm body. You forget to breathe, your eyes flickering all over his face as he smirks, voice deep and guttural like the rumble of moving tectonic plates. "Then I'm an idiot too."
The world goes completely silent as he kisses you, holding your head still so he can claim your lips for himself, his deep purr shaking both of your chests when you submit so easily to him, like getting a gulp of fresh air after years of drowning.
You're so lost in his taste and his scent and just him you don't notice when Price roughly pulls you into the showers, tail and wing and arms holding your body; as if your brain could even conjure the thought of leaving. Bursts of awareness assault your mind every time you part for a breath and to displace a piece of clothing, his sharp claws tickling your skin as he can't wait and just cuts through your remaining clothes.
Clawed fingers grip your hair and tilt your head back, exposing your throat to sharp fangs and you submit easily, trusting him not to hurt you too much. Low sounds rumble in your throat as Price marks you, biting one spot until it bleeds your mana rich blood, greedily drinking up the crimson droplets and soothing the wound with his tongue just enough for the sting to become pleasant before biting again. Bite, lick, bite, lick, bite, lick— chest rumbling with satisfaction he pulls away, "Oh, look at you," He growls, your throat turned into a warzone, "So handsome, like a charming knight."
You snort and grip his hips, the water of the shower raining down the two of you. "Yeah?" You ask as you turn him around, pushing his chest against the wall as you drop to your knees. "Gonna let me lay you?" You ask, kissing down his spine, your rough hands groping and fondling his ass.
"Wanker," Price growls and lifts his tail, revealing his hole to you. You almost cum on the spot from the sight of it, looking every bit what you'd imagined he'd look like. But you don't get to look for long before his tail wraps around your throat, soft underbelly scales scraping against your bruised throat as he pulls you closer. "Only, if you prove your worth."
You don't need a formal invitation, pushing your tongue out as you slobber all over his hole, your hands keeping his asscheeks spread so you can worm your tongue into his hole, feeling him clench around your tongue, his moans ringing like angel song in your ears. His claws tangle in your hair, pushing your head even closer to worship him better. And you do, like a pious believer you lick and suck and nibble around his hole, your nose buried in the space between his ass and tail, barely able to breathe but it's a small price to pay.
Finally he grows greedy for more, his tail releases a fraction and he shoves you, making you fall back on your ass, your cock standing like a flagpole. You only manage to rise up on your elbows before Price jumps on you like the beast he is, thigh powerful thighs bracketing your own, his clawed fingers scraping against your skin as they settle on your shoudlers.
"Now then," Price rumbles like an ancient mountain, reptilian eyes hooded with lust. He feels on top of the world with the way you look at him, like a desperate mutt, your cock hard like a rock between his legs. "Stay still, mighty knight, an-" Price lifts himself up, positioning your cockhead at his puckered rim. "-relax."
The running water muffles your combined groans, his walls hot and tight like the fire in his chest. His weight bears down on you, wing stretching out in a show of pleasure, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he pants. "Fuck," Price growls, grinding his hips down into yours. "Feel so good, lad."
You grunt, your hands fitting on his hips like they always belonged there. Magic sparks across your arms as pleasure steadily erases your ability to think, but his thick scales keep him safe, a pleased groan leaving his chest as he starts bouncing on you, chasing his own pleasure. You can do nothing but hang on, your hips rising to meet his downward thrust, Price's lips swallowing your moans. You don't have enough sense in your head left to care if anyone was to come in and see you, your mind fully consumed by him.
You cum way too soon, your orgasm sneaking up to you, lightning rushing down your spine and magic sparking across your arms as your brain leaks out of your ears, shooting cum up into his greedy walls.
"Good- good lad." Price grinds his teeth, never stopping his bouncing, lewd sounds ringing through the showers from the way your cum squelches inside him. He rides you past the sting of overstimulation right back to hardness. His hand grabs yours, placing it over the scars on his abdomen where your magic had stitched him back together, greed and lust fueling his desires. "Protected me so good, yeah?" His hips never cease moving, that draconic endurance coming in handy to absolutely wrecking you. "Let me take care of you,"
And like a proper mate, you let him do as he pleases.
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Ok, here's a fantasy game because I want to feel nostalgy (there was a period of time, when my dream №1 was becoming an elf)
So, here we go
1) take this quiz
2) make your own character, based on the result, using this piccrew (the character can look whatever you want)
3) repost with your quiz result and your character. Don't forget to tag somebody
Feel free to take part even if you weren't tagged :3
I'll go first
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I'll tag: @sparrows-my-abhorred
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oldschoolfrp · 5 months
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Magic-users start out very weak but may eventually advance to become some of the most powerful characters in the party -- if they can survive (Cover art by Buz for The Judges Guild Journal #15, aka letter "X," aka JG product #97, June-July 1979)
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krissonlythoughts · 9 months
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Everhood, ULTRAKILL, Pizza Tower (but mostly Everhood)
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leafytaffyart · 7 months
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participated in a meme but then beat a dead horse because I had too much fun
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thetinyscald-blog · 9 months
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Neat little gnome commission from some time ago
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gwiggs · 10 months
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Here's some art from my (sadly short-lived) shadowrun campaign that took place in Miami, Florida. Art is by the extremely talented @alkalinekisses who played Snakebite! Posted with permission.
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ansburg · 4 months
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cannot imagine getting mad about gnome racism when the main gnome cast is just like. white people who are purple
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im very sorry barcus tucci but you are distracting from a serious conversation about racism in western fantasy when the slave-keeping race of dwarves overwhelmingly look like this
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desertdruidcrafts · 10 months
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Aaand some more, including an adorable giant almiraj that my party hunted alongside the Wild Hunt
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felkimchi · 1 year
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saving some slyvern kits... some pics not uploading but one of them uploaded to my twitter same username @felkimchi
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mo-the-half · 6 months
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:) More dnd guys teehee...
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vintagerpg · 2 years
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The Isle of the Plangent Mage (2021), by Donn Stroud, with illustrations by the always amazing David Hoskins. “Plangent,” by the way, means a loud, reverberating, often melancholy sound.
The first thing that struck me about this one is how big it seems, despite being the same number of pages as the other OSE modules. The underwater tower of the mage is just a portion of the small sandbox to explore — there is a nearby fishing village, the coastal caves, two lighthouses and the tower’s island. The 50-ish room underwater tower, full of mutants and musical puzzles, is definitely the centerpiece.
Why go to this nightmarish place (and it is horrible, though I won’t tell you what lurks inside)? Well, treasure. But also mystery! The mage and his musician wife have both recently disappeared. That’s a good reason to check things out. But then, there’s also the local ecosystem, which is definitely out of whack in a cursed kind of way. All of these are sufficient to encourage players to check the place out. Are they pressing enough to stay once they’ve seen some of the awfulness inside? I am not sure. It could have used a bit more space to add those extra hooks and flesh out the factions inside.
The art is fantastic. Hoskins rises to the challenge admirably, even in color (controversial opinion — the color its gorgeous and all, but I do think it diminishes the elegance of his line work). This space is deeply weird, like Annihilation-level weird, and Hoskins’ visuals lay an effective foundation for your imagination to build off. If you read through this adventure and still think “basic” equals “boring,” I don’t know what to tell you.
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purple-cat-demon · 11 months
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After seeing @mxnsterbabe 's post about their DnD characters, I felt a little inspired to list the characters I have that I'm currently running or will be running in the future.
(*hint: they're all in my Origin Story as well)
-a human/werewolf fighter who wants nothing more than to be back home with his wife. Has been though some shit, has nearly died (multiple times), and absolutely hates Icewind Dale.
-a human cleric who is waiting ever so patiently for her wayward husband to come home. Stubborn as hell. Servant of Selûne, the Moon Goddess.
-a pair of tiefling cousins, one is a paladin, the other is a ranger. Ranger is hellbent on revenge and has it out for the werewolf. She has insane archery skills. Paladin is also seeking revenge but he is more pragmatic about it. Actually protects the werewolf at times. He serves a dark deity.
-a half-elf mage who specializes in healing and has a New York accent (for whatever reason 🤣). Actual guild master in a mercenary town, but you'd never know it by being around him. Knows everyone in said mercenary town.
-a dragonborne druid who looks like they could bench press you into oblivion but sounds like a child. She's also very sensitive about her inability to fly despite having wings. Please don't tease, she will cry. 🥲 Becomes besties with the werewolf because they're both outcasts.
-a gnome rogue who befriends the dragonborne and they go on quests together. Besties, practically inseparable. Low-key jealous of the werewolf becoming besties with the dragonborne. Cracks dog jokes at the werewolf but isn't malicious about it.
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itsnotsugar · 9 months
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Found out they are making everhood 2 and I just wanna remind everyone the devs and their moderator team defended a pedophile in their server for 6 months until the community finally had to spam the evidence in the chat for them to get the hint to finally ban the pedophile, and also banned everyone who provided the evidence (over 30 people). They claimed they sent death threats but there wasn't any. Don't support these people, if you do decide to get everhood 2, pirate it.
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leafytaffyart · 1 year
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Fuck you *grumpifies your Everhood residents*
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