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🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 Happy Pride Month!!🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 Featuring all of my d&d characters.

They’re all lesbian and some are non binary because they’re my characters and I can project what I want thanks

Throwback to the first time I played New Vegas, and, with vaquero Raul as my companion, started Wang Dang Atomic Tango and thought for a solid moment too long that I could get Raul to work for the Garetts. You cannot. I wish this was a unique interaction, it would be so fucking funny.

A portrait of the Belmonte Family (the noble family which my current D&D PC, Sylvia, comes from)

wrote a little blurb below, feel free to read

So, Gale died in the Grym fight and I was wondering why I didn't get the convo cutscene for his death. I've already done the quest in other playthroughs so I knew what to do, so I don't really need it anyway. I figured maybe I triggered it earlier and forgot/never finished because technically I'd never finished the "In Case of Death" quest. Whatever. Don't really need it. I went through the steps with my Tav because I remembered but then just used a regular scroll on him since I'm planning to long rest anyway and wanted to save the True Resurrection scroll.

So, I try to get the group to take a short rest because obviously we're all beat up and I don't like seeing everyone at such low hp just in case we get into another fight. I get a notification that one of my party members is engaged in something and can't short rest. I'm like, "huh?" That's when I see… Shadowheart's Spiritual Weapon is in a conversation with Spectral Gale. The image of this spirit weapon in a conversation is so funny and I wish I caught it sooner because this is hilarious.

like please this is so funny wdym his dumbass ghost talked to the spirit weapon because it was the closest entity

new character art dump since i haven't posted in a while. the basics: her name is Sylvia Belmonte. She's a High Elf Circle of the Stars Druid with a Noble background. She ran away after witnessing a horrible family secret. She traveled with her caravan friends until one day they went off track and got lost in the wilds. Her group was attacked by strange monsters, leaving her as the only survivor. She was rescued, taken in, and eventually trained in her druidic powers by a group called the Charred Lanterns. It's been super fun so far. More about her below if you're interested.

my favorite part about d&d? when the dm says we are going to a Fancy Event and we get to play dress-up with our characters 😊

So excited for Art Fight 2025! Let's go Team Fossils!

"Why is it so bloody quiet?" The salty sea air lightly stings Cassandra's face as she leans on the railing. "Surely there should be more… noise?" she says to no one, her voice lost on the wind. She is alone. "Survivor…" A whisper from no one rings in her head. Survivor. That's a word for what she was, she supposed. She certainly felt the guilt of a survivor. It weighed down on her in the emptiness of her home. She opens the locket, stares lovingly, and longingly, at the photos inside. Everything she'd taken for granted, never thought twice about-- their laughter, their footsteps, the sounds of life, all gone. Her home, her life, just… empty. She is alone. She lets out a heavy sigh. No. She won't succumb to those thoughts. She closes the locket, letting it fall back against her chest. She has to do this… for them. Survivor…

"She... it... must know that I know it's not her. What is it playing at here? And why me?"