#oc: Brimstone

[buncade]

Ghost Husbands and Looming Ominously amirite? another pencil drawing I made in an effort to fix my dire lack of Pokemon ocs. So meet Hobgoblin the Garchomp and her husband Brimstone

#furry #furry anthro #furry art #sfw furry #comic #pokemon #garchomp #dusknoir #q #oc: hobgoblin #oc: brimstone #buncadeart

[faytelumos]

Ghost Pepper Challenge

I think the Carolina Reaper is now the world's hottest pepper? Unless there's been a new one in the past six years.

Anyway, here's more of my favorite little hero, because I can't get enough of her. I wrote this a bit ago, and it's shorter than most of my stuff.

cw: social media, some self-flagellating behavior

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Brimstone glanced nervously again at the phone camera. Her reflection looked back at her, framed with the social media's window. They weren't streaming yet, but it was just about time. She didn't really see the big deal. Morning Frost insisted it would be fun for people watching.

She looked down again at the plate, a single, half-shriveled pepper laying in the center. Morning Frost had handled it with a paper towel. If she hadn't stood in raging fires and handled molten metal with her bare hands, she might have been nervous about that, too.

Morning Frost came back and set a glass of milk down beside the plate. He smirked and winked at her. "Just in case," he said. "I don't think we'll need it." She nodded and looked again to the phone. Her reflection was… pitiful. She looked so sad. She glanced down again at the pepper and made an effort to solidify her expression into something more worthy of cameras. When she looked up again, her reflection was stoic and graceful. "Ready?" Morning Frost asked. She flashed him a plastic little smile and nodded. He beamed and reached forward, then hit the little stream button.

They were both silent for a second as they checked to see that the stream was going. A couple comments popped up; people saying hello to Brimstone. She smiled again and waved shyly at the camera.

"Hi, everyone," Morning Frost said, moving back so he was hunched over Brimstone's shoulder to be in the frame. She looked back at him briefly before looking to the phone again. "As you know, I'm trying to get Brimstone out of her shell," he said, "and I thought this would be a fun challenge." Brimstone nodded in agreement, looking again to the pepper. One of Morning Frost's first complaints had been that her official social media page was completely dead, and her fans were doing all of the heavy lifting of keeping her relevant.

Not that she really cared about being relevant. She wasn't a hero because she wanted to be famous.

"As we all know, Brimstone is completely fireproof," Morning Frost went on, "so she shouldn't have any trouble with the pepper." She watched him smile down at her in the video, and she looked up at him and gave a soft smile back. He patted her shoulder softly. "I thought it would be fun to see her eat the world's hottest pepper and not flinch."

She looked down again to the plate, her face getting warm. He was talking like she could do anything. It was just her weird body that kept her from getting burned. It wasn't like she was doing anything, herself.

"Alright," Morning Frost said, giving her another gentle pat, "whenever you're ready." She nodded, glancing up at him, then reached down and picked the pepper up by the stem.

It was crisp and crunchy, like peppers generally were. It warmed her mouth up the instant she bit down, and as she pulled the uneaten half of it away, her lips got hot, too.

The heat crawled up into her cheeks, into her nose, and she stopped after chewing it only three times. She looked down at the pepper, water gathering in her eyes. Her skin was flushed, she could feel it, and she sniffed as her nose began to run.

The inhale… hurt. She opened her mouth to breathe there, but the air on her tongue hurt. She closed her mouth again, and wiped her nose with her other hand, but the pepper was still on her tongue, and it stung, and it hurt.

It was burning her.

She opened her mouth and lolled her tongue forward, letting the half-eaten pepper fall back onto the plate. Her vision was bleary, and she fanned her face, sweating, skin hot. Morning Frost grabbed the milk and pulled it closer to her, and she grabbed it and took a big drink, remembering that it was supposed to help.

To her amazement, it soothed the worst of the heat. The glass was all but frozen where Morning Frost had touched it, as if he'd chilled it just for her to drink. She pulled the glass away after two greedy mouthfuls, eyes still full of tears, cheeks still burning and tingling. She looked up at the phone, at the blur of comments that were a mixture of laughter and concern. Mostly the latter. Her face was completely red, all the way down her neck and across her ears, even. She looked down at the pepper, shocked that such a seemingly harmless thing could hurt so much. She blinked away some of the tears, then, realizing something, looked up to Morning Frost.

"Is that why you hate spicy food?"

He stared at her, dumbfounded. Her tongue still hurt, still burned (what an awful feeling), and she took another modest drink of her milk while looking at the screen. Everyone was laughing now.

put that on a t shirt

😂😂😂!

DEAD

Called ooouuut!!!!!

lmAOOOO

Brimstone looked down at the plate again. She hadn't swallowed a single bit of the pepper. It was all there, all of it. She hadn't actually done the challenge. She'd just taken a bite and immediately spat it all out.

Morning Frost grabbed the edge of the plate as if to take it away, and she grabbed his wrist, fast but gentle. She had told everyone she was going to do this. She… she didn't want to back down.

"BB?" Morning Frost whispered.

"I'm gonna eat it," she said, "I just need a second."

"Brimstone," Morning Frost almost hissed, "if it actually hurts to eat, it can fuck up your stomach." She shook her head, and the air on her tongue while talking still hurt a little.

"Regular people can eat these," she said.

"Brimstone—"

"It's okay." She looked up at him, into his slightly panicked eyes. She sniffed again, her nose still running. "It's not real heat," she said. "I guess I can still get chemical burns." She looked down to the mess on the plate. "But I'm stronger against them than most." She glanced up at the camera, at the chat flooded with wide-eyed emojis and cheers and people egging her on. And people telling her she didn't have to.

Save yourself.

Go, before they catch you!

Hurry! Leave!

She looked down to the plate again and gently took it away from Morning Frost. He backed slightly away, slow and apprehensive.

"You could actually get hurt," he whispered. She shook her head, carefully scooping the spilled seeds back into the half-chewed part of the pepper. Her skin warmed uncomfortably where she touched the juice.

"If I have to, I can send you out for stomach medicine," she uttered, lifting the pepper back to her mouth. She braced herself for the heat and the pain, knowing this time what to expect. It was an old sensation she'd almost thought she'd forgotten how to summon. Her body went numb and prickly as she waited for the pain to come, as she tensed her jaw to fight against it. She closed her eyes and popped the half of a pepper into her mouth all at once.

#Fayte writes #hero and villain #writeblr #writers on Tumblr #writing #oc: Brimstone #oc: Morning Frost

[speremint]

Bea's the most "It's complicated" romance protag to exist, fr 💀But at least she's hot

#brimstone and roses #webtoon #webcomic #fashion #character design #im sorry its a long post shes just pretty ok #dresses #oc #original character #comic #romance comic

[aldermoth]

Eri Flox!

Posted using PostyBirb

#digital artist #digital art #artwork #character design #character art #oc #lore #original character #eri #erebus #erikal #gay #flox #cute #fluffy #dragon #seal #brimstone

[an-icky-yucky-blog]

Omovember Day 5-6

With a Partner

💛

I DREW THE SEXY VAMPIRE!!! Also introducing my b/g/3 character Brimstone, they’re very silly.

This was based off a wild ai rp I had where Azzy straight up said vampires don’t pee

Find the prompt list here!

NSFT Commissions!

#yucky art #omorashi #omo art #Omovember #male omo #male omorashi #Brimstone (OC) #shoutout to my layout teacher Randy #I’m sorry Randy

[telltalecoyote]

Efram, Rytlock, Gaius, Oberon, and Corvus!

Big kisses for the big cats, they've got plenty of love to share.

Gaius >> @commanderhorncleaver, Corvus >> @nullvoidface

#gw2 #ttart #charr #furry #oc: oberon furyhorn #gaius horncleaver #corvus blightstep #efram greetsglory #rytlock brimstone #this is a scheduled post and i wanna say that i almost had it post next year. also this is cause i played the christmas TSR special..

[tamathotchi-art]

Laz for @speremint from the fantastic Webtoon comic: Brimstone and Roses! Go read it.

#my art #not my ocs #brimstone and roses #bnr #one white boy can have rights i guess

[mycorrhizastar]

Thanks for all the love on Starlight and Brimstone!!

I had a personal goal to get my comic to 1000 readers on Webtoon before the end of the year, and I'm so happy I reached this goal so soon!

Thanks for liking my funny lil lesbians :)

✨🦄💖🐲✨

[Read Starlight and Brimstone here]

#starlight and brimstone #webtoon #lesbian #dragon #unicorn #described in alt text #artums #star and brim #oc art

[theartofsimpleomens]

Brimstone is a big cat

#brimstone #transformers #shockwave #oc

[nullvoidface]

Happy wintersday, go throw up on your friends and/or kill a dragon

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #guild wars charr #guild wars oc #guild wars art #rytlock brimstone #corvus blightstep #look. listen- corvus doesn’t HAVE a traditional family to celebrate with so he drags his friends to a pub instead #do cigarettes exist in tyria???? if not hes smoking charrnip idfk

[faytelumos]

Illusory, pt4, re-up

This is a re-upload because the other Illusory Part 4 up and stopped existing.

Starts out very spicy.

cw: being walked in on, feelings of shame, intrusive memories

first | previous | directory

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Brimstone rolled her hips faster, encouraged by Sam's increasingly loud moans. She sat back further, adjusting her cadence and her angle, and Sam writhed beneath her. Sam reached up, running her hands over Brimstone's scarred stomach and up her marred chest as she pushed her head back. Brimstone leaned forward, catching one of Sam's wrists and pressing it into the sheets, moving harder and drawing her tongue up the side of Sam's neck. Sam gasped, tilting her chin up further, hooking a leg behind Brimstone's hips and bucking up into her.

The bedroom door swung open —

"Mother of God!" Brimstone cried, pulling the blanket to her shoulders —

"Oh, good, you're home," Morning Frost said.

"Icy!" Brimstone squeaked, covering herself and Sam with the blankets. Sam was shaking beneath her, holding a sheet tightly to her face. "You have to knock!"

Morning Frost looked to the side, lifting a hand and shrugging a shoulder as if Brimstone was the one being weird, then reached over and knocked on the wide open door. Sam held the sheet tighter to her face, her breathing loud and ragged as Morning Frost looked directly at Brimstone.

"What?" Brimstone gasped, still hunched forward.

"I just got back," Morning Frost said, jabbing a thumb back towards the living room. He waited a moment as if expecting Brimstone to have anything to say about that. After an awkward pause, he went on: "Have you girls eaten yet?"

Brimstone stared openly at him. Was he serious? How could he not be — there was no way in Hell he didn't understand what he'd just done — what he was actively doing. Even so, he looked as if nothing at all was wrong, standing in the doorway, wearing the baggy exercise clothes he wore to the dispatch center, his hair slightly shower-wet. Sam kept hiding her face, and Brimstone could feel her heartbeat like a jackhammer. And Morning Frost kept waiting, just staring like nothing was wrong.

"No, we haven't," Sam squeaked.

"Oh, good," Morning Frost said, smiling cleverly. "I'll scratch something up for everyone. Feel free to finish up." He grabbed the door handle, flashing his charming smile to Brimstone, and closed the door again.

Brimstone huffed, looking down, panting, her hands shaking. Why hadn't he been mad? He'd walked in — he'd seen them both, but he said absolutely nothing. More than that, he'd offered to make them both something to eat! Why wasn't he mad? Was he just glad Sam wasn't a super? Did he even care about that sort of thing?

Sam started giggling. Brimstone flinched, startled by it, by the idea that anyone could be amused by any of this. Sam moved the sheet aside so she could cover her face with her hands instead, her cheeks beet red, cackling into her palms.

"Morning fucking Frost," she laughed, "just walked in on me." She kept laughing, and Brimstone stared down at her, searching for the joke. Sam pulled a hand away from her face, looking up at Brimstone with teary eyes as Morning Frost started clattering around in the kitchen. "I'm sorry," she gasped, holding back her giggles. "I'm sorry, I just — come here." Sam reached up, running her hands into the back of Brimstone's hair and pulling her down into a sweet — if giggling — kiss. Brimstone pulled back after a moment, still shaking, her head still spinning.

"I, I think we should get dressed," she muttered. Sam gave her a quizzical look, then pursed her lips.

"I think that'd be a bad idea," Sam said. Brimstone looked away, the mud in her stomach getting heavier and more sour by the second. Sam ran her fingers through Brimstone's hair, petting the base of her horns, gently turning Brimstone's head to face her again. "He said we're fine," Sam whispered. "And you're shaking."

Brimstone looked away again, turning her head. Sam let go of her for a moment, then sat up on her elbows. Brimstone's eyes were absolutely burning, and she couldn't for the life of her get a full breath of air. Every part of her body itched. She couldn't get her hands to stop shaking.

"Hey," Sam said gently as Brimstone shifted away. Brimstone glanced over, dislodging one of the tears that had gathered in her eyes. "You're fine. Nothing bad's gonna happen." Sam reached up, brushing another tear off of Brimstone's cheek as it fell. Brimstone sniffed, sitting fully back, putting her hands over her eyes. She just couldn't stop. And now that Sam had acknowledged she was crying, it was getting worse. She flinched bodily when Sam sighed through her nose, the tension in her chest wrenching painfully. "Okay," Sam blurted, "fuck your rules, c'mere."

Suddenly, Sam's arms were wrapped around Brimstone's shoulders, and she was pulled forcefully down atop Sam. They both laid there as the mattress bounced, Sam keeping Brimstone's arms pinned in a tight hug.

Brimstone didn't say anything, just laying still as Sam held her. Her eyes were still wet, the water heavy on her bottom lashes as she looked at the hem of the pillowcase. Morning Frost was still in the kitchen, although he was quieter now that he'd probably gotten out all the dishes he needed. The whole apartment was quiet. But… the memories were kicked back by the warmth of Sam's skin. Brimstone blinked, resting her chin carefully on Sam's shoulder. This wasn't as bad as she'd thought.

"Better?" Sam whispered, running her thumb down the line of Brimstone's spine. Brimstone took in a deep breath, looking up to the scratches her horns had left low on the headboard over the years. Those times were all noisy, all stuffed with feelings and words and smells she'd never experienced in the lab. But even then, sometimes the memories had gotten through.

"Yeah," Brimstone breathed.

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"What's in the utility belt?" Brimstone asked as she and Morning Frost approached the doors of the dispatch center. He looked down at the backpack in his hand, seeing the peak of blue through the partially open zipper.

"Random useful shit," he replied, opening the backpack more and reaching inside. He snatched out the utility belt, then slung the bag over his shoulder in time to hold the door open for Brimstone.

"Oh, thanks."

"Yeah." She held the second door for him, and he just smiled warmly at her before looking into the belt. "Let's see here, I've got a couple hand warmers, in case I go a little nuts—"

Brimstone tried not to flinch too hard at the mental image of frozen bodies.

"—I have a compact winch, which can lift about a thousand pounds as long as I anchor it properly…." He flipped open another pocket as they walked further into the lobby. "Some salt, some saline, a handful of bandages…."

Brimstone looked down, trying to shake the scene from her mind's eye. She put a hand to her face, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to look away from the frosty-dulled red, the frozen chunks, the shattered metal door—

"Hey."

Brimstone flinched, and Morning Frost took his hand off of her shoulder. But he was still close, his eyes still full of concern.

Stay here.

"You don't look too hot," he whispered. Brimstone shook her head, closing her eyes again.

"I'm fine," she breathed around the shiver of fear in her heart. Her skin was cold and clammy, and she was already getting nauseous. Morning Frost moved to be in front of her, putting both hands on her shoulders.

Stay here.

"Breathe," he whispered. "You're okay."

Show me what they did.

"I'm fine," Brimstone said, turning away. She bit down on the nausea, walking away. Not here. Not here. She needed her assignments. She needed to change.

"BB," Morning Frost called, following. Brimstone shook her hands, trying to pull in deeper breaths. She couldn't breathe, her skin was so sticky, she had to shower.

Morning Frost grabbed her by the arm and tugged, and she stumbled as he swept her away, down a hall, towards the bathrooms. They burst into the gender neutral room, and Brimstone flinched and whimpered to see all of the white walls around them. Morning Frost picked her up off of the ground then, pulling her into his chest and floating as he pulled them into a stall and locked the door behind them.

He kept steady pressure, letting them settle on the ground as he held one arm strong across her back, holding her face into his chest with a hand buried in her hair. The walls were black here, the space was small, and Morning Frost was warm.

"Deep breaths," he whispered.

Stay here.

Brimstone was shaking, and in the echoing room she could hear her shallow, rasping breaths. She had a hand fisted in Morning Frost's baggy shirt, the other curled against her chest. He kept her close, and she was surrounded by the smell of him. He was familiar. Always meaning to calm.

We have to get you out of here.

Brimstone squeezed her eyes shut, then snapped them open again. He was here now, she was out of that place, he was back, and he'd never, ever hurt her.

Not physically.

Stay here.

He shifted to hold her tighter, wrapping his arms around her more, pulling her close against him, pinching that spot on her ear. She dipped her head, pressing her forehead to him, letting her eyes slide closed. She gritted her teeth, focusing on him here, on him now.

"You doing okay, BB?" he whispered.

Shoot him!

Stop! No!

"Can you… can you talk about something?" she breathed. He didn't miss a beat.

"I've been thinking about reading again lately," he said. His voice resonated in his chest as he talked, deep and buzzy against her face. She leaned into it. "Lots of people say Fifty Shades was good." Brimstone snorted. When Morning Frost went on, there was a smile in his voice. "I think I'd get a kick out of erotica novels. Hot guys, straightforward plots, something about feminism, y'know." He shrugged slightly as Brimstone huffed.

"…I have a couple already if you wanna dip your toes," she muttered.

"Are they any good?" he asked, the smile in his voice even bigger now. Brimstone shrugged stiffly in his python's hold.

"I'll give you the good ones, first."

"That sounds great," he said. He leaned down then, planting a kiss on her crown, between her horns. He pet the shell of her ear soothingly as he went on. "I'll have to make a whole day out of it. What kinds of things do you do when you relax into an erotica novel?"

"Don't ask me that," Brimstone blurted, burying her face deeper into his chest. He laughed, and the sound of it vibrated through her comfortingly. She smiled despite the heat on her face. He held her for another moment, breathing evenly against her. He was warm, and he smelled like her shower products, and he had his arms around her. She let out a long sigh, leaning bodily into him by way of a hug.

"Ready to go back?" he whispered.

"Yeah, I think so," she said with a nod.

"Okay. Don't look up yet," he said, letting go with one arm to open the stall door. She nodded again, keeping her eyes down and her face against him as he guided her out of the bathroom.

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next

#Fayte writes #writeblr #writing #oc: Brimstone #oc: Morning Frost #barely edited #the other two missing parts in this series will be out soon #(​I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who even noticed these links were broken) #I'm remembering how much I like this story #I think one day I'll rewrite it better #we'll see

[speremint]

Bea my beautiful princess with a disorder 🥺

#brimstone and roses #webtoon #character design #that one red dress am i right #pin up #art #illustration #oc #original character #bea rosario

[nmirah]

Two characters, two different campaigns, and two wildly different vibes

#dnd #pathfinder #beatrice brimstone #illyria torafin #my ocs

[thornethenorn]

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 commander #guildwars2 #gw2 oc #guild wars #pact commander #norn #charr #sylvari #asura #gorrik #taimi #braham eirsson #rox gw2 #rytlock brimstone #battery acid spaghetti

[telltalecoyote]

Summoned by Rytlock Brimstone to face punishment over the previous night's deeds, Cassius grapples with guilt and remorse for the crime that led to the injury of a fellow soldier at the behest of his sire's strange dream for the legions. Very short story below!

AKA Cassius did a bad thing and now he faces the consequences

(This is a VERY early scene I was thinking about a LOT as I do my play-through of base game)

With no sleep the night prior, Cassius had been sitting at his desk for hours, head planted firmly in the palms of his paws, a summons was delivered not long ago and laid before him, very pointedly left on the blank side as he hoped it would simply disappear.

“Tribune Brimstone.” The signature at the bottom of the summons read, not ‘Rytlock,’ or the even more informal ‘Ryt’ that he was known to use with Cassius for short notice and that alone made stomach drop further than it has in any of his recent field assignments.

He knew what this was about, and the astonishment lingered. Despite covering up his tracks and his sire's, he had even made it seem like no crime had been committed at all. Cassius thought to himself, "What was I thinking? It was treason on both our ends. I was an idiot for believing him, I deserve whatever happens."

His mind raced back to the promises of last night, of revolutionizing the legions, his sire's assurances that no cub would face the horrors he had endured nor have to grow up struggling with no support for similar situations as his. Cassius, however, knew it was too good to be true. A good man was comatose because of him, and he felt responsible. "Change the legions, might as well make me Khan Ur while you’re at it."

The walk to Brimstone's office felt agonizing, minutes stretching into an eternity due to his overwhelming guilt. Rounding the stairs, he tried hard not to glance out over the balcony and over towards the Asuran portal where it all transpired, but he couldn't resist.

With a curt nod to the charr standing guard outside the Tribune’s office, Cassius stalled a moment and took a deep breath, hearing from his flank; “Brimstone’s pissed, hate to be the guy who got on his bad side.”

“Agreed.” Cassius couldn’t tell if he was being mocked or not, but it mattered little. As he entered the office, it felt as if the air was sucked out of the room once it was just the two of them, despite having half expected to find his sire dragged in here as well, bound in cuffs.

“Ryt–” Cassius started, hands folded behind his back in respect as he straightened up, he could anticipate the anger in the Tribune’s voice.

“Brimstone, Witherpaw, it’s Tribune Brimstone.” Rytlock growled, Cassius couldn’t see his face as he stood by the office’s window, back turned. “You know why you are here, did you think I wouldn’t know?”

Cassius gulped. “...Sir, It was a mistake, I don’t know what went through my mind–”

Rytlock spun around, slamming his fist against his desk, causing a ruckus; startling and silencing the younger charr who still stood firm. “Are you stupid, Witherpaw? Or do you just think I am?

Cassius didn’t respond, grimacing as he couldn’t find the strength to meet his superior’s gaze.

"You were such a good soldier, did everything I asked,  went above and beyond with little asking from me," Rytlock's gaze unmoving, "And yet, you were so eager to throw everything away like this? Because your sire filled your head with lies?" 

After a brief pause and no response, he continued. “Even I used to think Ash was stupid to let someone as arrogant and sloppy as Oberon be a spy, but maybe I was wrong if he was able to pull the wool over your eyes, of all people!”

"I apologize, sir. It’s just, he’s my—Oberon, he gave me reasons to trust in what he was doing, even if not for those purposes, he would have no reason—or even ability—to use that information for harm, you’ve said you trusted my call in these sorts of situations." Cassius spoke up, his voice notably quieter.

“That was before you got your fellow charr hurt.” Rytlock didn’t yell this time, and yet it felt even worse. "Do you know what power that words can hold for charr like him; charr even worse than him? Thinking like that is dangerous, Witherpaw." 

Rytlock spat, his glare burning holes into Cassius who struggled to maintain eye contact. "Thinking like that is what creates defectors, it always does, like... like moths to a flame, THE Flame!"

Behind his back, Cassius’ claws dug into his arms as he weathered the assault. Cassius was much younger than the tribune, but he was no cub. Yet, he felt like a child being scolded by his father, a pet being punished by its owner, he couldn't help but take this treatment on a personal level rather than the interaction between military personnel like he should have.

Eventually, Rytlock sighed. Cassius had been one of the tribune’s most loyal legionnaires in what felt like ages; he didn’t wish to give Cassius more reason to turn on him, that would be a waste of talent. "I could have you executed on the spot, but for both our sakes, we can say this was just another crime being pinned on his back by a rival of his. I trust you."

Cassius kept his head low, and despite the words of reassurance; he simply was too afraid to look up. "More importantly, I already have an inkling as to where and to whom that information is going; it won't prove to be any more trouble for me as far as I am concerned. I am simply disappointed in you." 

"You won’t screw up like this again. I have a few assignments coming up that call for my attention, I know I can trust in you to join me." Rytlock grumbled, he approached Cassius and hooked a claw under the younger charr’s chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze. “There, you will listen and do EXACTLY as I command.”

"Yes, thank you, Tribune Brimstone," Cassius gulped, noting the change in Rytlock’s tone—stern, reassuring, and familiar. "Anything you ask."

#gw2 #charrposting #ttart #oc: cassius witherpaw #rytlock brimstone #charr #rytlock gave the dude approval for the first time in cassius' life and it's made him attached

[aldermoth]

#furry #anthro #oc #digital art #furry art #furry artist #dragon #character art #warmonster #frake #eri #erebus #brimstone #artwork #artists on tumblr #tw gore #tw body horror #tw blood