homemade blorbo madness

this is mostly my own characters with some of my friends' lil guys so yeah. i draw my dnd characters the most, but i do have some current projects:

My Dnd Characters!

Night's Will

Royal Flush

nyctophobia: dawnlight sanctuary + stardust reborn

When Nature's Equity took him as its wielder, Melion noticed the bark of the wood change. Not fitting that of the trees they found it among, no– much more… like the spruce and pine you'd expect to find over in Frjosi. When asked, when Melion mentioned the Starlight Festivals, Ivy had never been there– so how did she even know? Beyond just, well, the surface level access she had to his thoughts and memories.

Victor's head hurt. What? He was a God, a fledgling one– sure, but a God nevertheless. Ichor ran through his veins, ate the pomegranate of Lady Death at her request! His head, his eyes hurt still… why?

"Your glasses, Doc," Andrea commented, handing them to him.

Oh. That's why. Nyctai didn't bother in fixing his sight in his apotheosis. He shouldn't be surprised, he did defile her domain in life to make his daughter, Orchid. A last act of pettiness before dying herself. Victor couldn't help but laugh.

Little suns, stubborn to shine even in barren soil. There is no amount of plucking, no amount of calling them weeds, that gets dandelions to back down. Gentle carriers of wishes on the wind, their seeds spreading young hopes.

Of course dandelions made Markus think about Glory. His beloved, that boy who shined so bright in spite of it all. His prince with the gold skin, with the cute laugh and bright eyes, who was scorned by his own family– but what fools they were, to not see his light.

Minhu was not good at comforting people. Cindy had her reality unwoven before her eyes, and Minhu was useless to bring any peace to her mind. A steady sharp hand to hold shaky wooden ones, quiet words that got lost in the rushing crisis. Gods. Flattery, honeyed words to hide poison. They were normal. The vulnerability of comfort? That Minhu didn't know how to do.

Didn't know how to stop performing. Even as he saw a twisted mirror of his experience in his companion.

"Oh, blessed Divine Twins, of snare and wonder, of ocean depths and starry nights. I plead my case to you! To the siren-like Pidrean, if I have sung in your honor, made wise use of your blessings; to the breathtaking Pircana, if I have spent long nights working away at my craft, made you proud with my deeds on the stage.

I intend to do well on my word, offer you wine and feast. May you grant me the charm to shine the brightest I have ever have!"

Even now, Percy wasn't sure why Irina stayed at his side. A Brownie was a being of the home, quite literally hearthfire given life by fey magic, and Percy was not someone who would describe himself as 'homey' at all. Yet, she stayed. Irina refused to leave him. When he was to head out of Frostfort, he was okay with letting her stay behind with Niviane!

Sai had a few hours to prepare– go over his papers, all the proof he had gathered, before the trial began. The weight of proving the truth, free his client of these false accusations, fell onto his shoulders. It's bullshit. The prosecution's evidence was paper thin, to not even mention their alibis… he sighed. Gentle, he brought his necklace, a pendant in the shape of a peacock feather, to his lips and spoke a prayer, "May you keep my path clear, Storm-wrought Queen…"

Discovery woke up on their desk, neck and back left sore from it. They wiped their eyes, noticing now the warm blanket over their shoulders, the bottle of coffee on the desk, and the rest of the papers and books they weren't sleeping on organized. On the coffee bottle, there was a note stuck to it: 'You should stop falling asleep on your desk, it'll mess up your back eventually. By the way, are you free on Friday evening to make me try that hot cocoa you liked? —Gabbi.'

Minhu knew what being burnt by lust's flames felt like. Desire was just an extra knife to keep at his side. The appeal of being unobtainable, a blue rose of many thorns? He had built his life and job on it!

… Janvier was different, somehow. Not the fickle wildfire that desire could be, no, something much gentler. That little knight with a heart too big for his profession, whatever he sparked was worse than anything Minhu knew. He couldn't shove the feeling down, no matter how hard he tried. Dammit.

Percy knew Arthur was a cold-hearted jerk, knew it for a long while. This… this is worse though. Niviane arrived at noon with the Captain's child, covered in a big dark cloak. The kid looked scared. Well, she'd been here before. The apothecary had to pick up the temple's slack this time of year. This is different.

That girl was here to stay. Percy only saw a little of what happened. It wasn't pretty. Only caught half a sentence off the townsfolk but…

A particularly hard strike with the pommel of Melion's saber sends the shield off Odric's hand, clanking onto the ground and its wielder almost losing his balance.

Odric sighs when he sees where his shield ended up, shaking his wrist and stretching out his fingers.

"Hey, that was good!" Melion smiles, "You might want to change how to hold it a little, but you're in the right direction." He goes over to pick it up again, offer it to Odric. When he picks it up, Melion's hands guide his fingers to hold it better, "There you go."

Markus wakes up to the hushed voices of Glory and Belle, his sister, chatting at the door of his lover's room, and turns around to see Belle handing a tray of breakfast foods to Glory. His younger sister smiles when she notices Markus stir awake.

"I think the sleepyhead's awake, I'll leave you to it!" She says, a mischievous glint on her eye before waving away to Glory, who can't help but laugh.

Luck is a fickle woman, and she sure loves her irony. Minhu was dead to the world that knew him, but nothing had meaningfully changed, had it? A switch of hands, but at the end of the day, a weapon carrying on a will not its own. Still a blade to do another master's bidding, go stain his hands where someone else is too powerful to do it themself. Was it Queen Nashira sending him or was it Bavlorna Blightstraw? Did it matter?

"Captain! I think one of our men fell overboard!" The Quartermaster yelled out. The Captain scrambled with some of the others, rushing steps over the wood of their ship. From the water, Pidrean started to sing, the sounds of splashing water harmonizing with his lyre. The crew started to sound more panicked, and what delightful entertainment they would be! It's been so long since he's had a good audience…

While idle hands worked away with needle and thread, Ainara sat near the fireplace of the Crowe Manor with her loyal companion, her dear Zephyr, on her lap. She hummed some old song while embroidering the hours away, little else to keep her busy. Here and there, Hana would come to the library to make sure she had eaten anything during the day. Over the quiet days, Ainara noticed the oceanic motifs slip into her stitches. Time slipped away between her fingers.