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No people in the picture, guts everywhere

No people in the picture, guts everywhere

One human men dragon hunter in dragon armor in mountains

One human men dragon hunter in dragon armor in mountains

One Human men dragon hunter in

One Human men dragon hunter in

In a studio ghibli art style, Bev Thornsky is a lively halfling woman who, despite her 76 years, carries herself with a sprightly charm that belies her age. Standing at just under 4 feet tall, her nimble, sinewy frame hints at years of hard work and shifting clandestine cargo. Her short, stylish black hair is neatly kept, with a few streaks of silver starting to dance through, showcasing the wisdom and experience of a long life. She has enviable fox-like features accented by high cheekbones and bright, twinkling hazel eyes that glimmer with mischief and a hint of defiance, reflecting the vivacity of her youth. Bev favors flowy farm dresses in earth tones—shades of green and brown—that allow her to blend seamlessly into the bucolic countryside, accented by her cherished fancy vest. The vest is a rich, deep burgundy adorned with delicate floral embroidery, a nod to the cottagecore aesthetic she embodies, carrying a tinge of forgotten elegance from her past life with George. Hidden within its pockets are not only farming tools but also the odd small trinket and piece of contraband from her newer, uncertain lifestyle, representing both her profession and her playful streak. Around her neck, she wears a dainty necklace with a small locket containing a faded picture of her late husband, George, keeping his memory close as she tries to navigate life alone. While running her fingers through her hair absent-mindedly, she might reveal the slight callouses on her hands—telltale signs of both years spent working the land and whimsical activities borne of sticky fingers and light-hearted thievery. Her practical work boots are worn but polished, a testament to reliance and resilience, and are always ready for the next delivery or the potential meeting with a secretive client. Occasionally, she notices have an accent of floral perfume that still fitfully clings to her dresses from jovial gatherings or gossip sessions with neighbors, reminding her of the companionship she misses dearly. In summary, Bev Thornsky is an adorable yet cunning figure: a complex mix of warmth, cunning intelligence, nostalgic grief, and surprising daring—a rogue heart nestled within a kind soul, legendary in her cozy little village for both her farm’s bounty and the spirited stories that follow her. Here’s an outfit description for Bev Thornsky that blends her cottagecore farming background with her secretive, rogue lifestyle. Top: Bev wears a classic, sage green, knee-length farm dress made of soft cotton. The dress features puffed sleeves and a fitted bodice, emphasizing her slightly curvy figure. A delicate white lace trim edges the neckline and sleeves, adding a hint of femininity to her rustic look. Vest: Over her dress, Bev sports a rich burgundy velvet vest that is both stylish and functional. The vest is cinched at the waist with a simple leather belt, accentuating her shape yet allowing ease of movement. It features a few concealed pockets perfect for stashing small stolen items, and the front is adorned with antique brass buttons that shine warmly in the sunlight. Accessories: A broad-brimmed straw hat, adorned with whimsical wildflowers and moments of friendly gossip charm hangs from one side, provides her with some shade while out on the farm. Often, she uses it to block the eyes of onlookers when she’s up to something sneaky. Around her neck, she wears a simple silver pendant shaped like a key, symbolizing her hidden ties to the smuggling ring. Bottom: Bev's outfit is completed with high-waisted, knee-length navy blue culottes, which are practical for her farmhouse chores but stylish enough for visiting the market. The bottom movement allows swift escapes, if necessary, while maintaining an eye-catching, put-together look. Footwear: She wears brown leather ankle boots, fitted but worn from everyday use. The boots have adaptable laces that keep them snugly fit, avoiding typical halfling tripping hazards. Perfect for sneaking around and making quick deliveries, these boots are both sturdy and chic. Additional Details: Bev's short black hair frames her face delicately with the occasional twist secured by a decorative pin. She wears minimal but tasteful makeup to bring out her sparkling eyes, perhaps featuring a touch of vibrant red lipstick that reflects both her grit as a mob wife and the nostalgia of planter’s balls. Perhaps she has a woven wicker bag slung over her shoulder, filled with farm-fresh produce alongside carefully hidden goods for her “clients.” This outfit encapsulates Bev's blend of farm life, clandestine activities, and inputs of style and self-expression during a transformative phase of her life. She remains glamorous yet down-to-earth, embodying how past sorrow and secrecy can shape a well-rounded character ready for adventure!

In a studio ghibli art style, Bev Thornsky is a lively halfling woman who, despite her 76 years, carries herself with a ...

Pregnat woman in diaper

Pregnat woman in diaper

Pregnat woman in diaper

Pregnat woman in diaper

Sexy women in fire dress

Sexy women in fire dress

Warlock, half elf, purple hair, in woods, badass, women, young adult

Warlock, half elf, purple hair, in woods, badass, women, young adult

Bill Potts pooping in her nappy

Bill Potts pooping in her nappy

Kyle turning into a werewolf

Kyle turning into a werewolf

One human men in dragon armor in mountains

One human men in dragon armor in mountains

A demon sommelier in a high-end restaurant, recommending vintages of wine tainted with subtle sins and temptations.

A demon sommelier in a high-end restaurant, recommending vintages of wine tainted with subtle sins and temptations.

A demon sommelier in a high-end restaurant, recommending vintages of wine tainted with subtle sins and temptations.

A demon sommelier in a high-end restaurant, recommending vintages of wine tainted with subtle sins and temptations.

A demon sommelier in a high-end restaurant, recommending vintages of wine tainted with subtle sins and temptations.

A demon sommelier in a high-end restaurant, recommending vintages of wine tainted with subtle sins and temptations.

A goblin alchemist in a chaotic workshop, brewing volatile potions from bizarre ingredients. Multicolored smoke billows as she cackles over a bubbling cauldron, the air thick with arcane potential.

A goblin alchemist in a chaotic workshop, brewing volatile potions from bizarre ingredients. Multicolored smoke billows ...

A goblin alchemist in a chaotic workshop, brewing volatile potions from bizarre ingredients. Multicolored smoke billows as she cackles over a bubbling cauldron, the air thick with arcane potential.

A goblin alchemist in a chaotic workshop, brewing volatile potions from bizarre ingredients. Multicolored smoke billows ...

An elven diplomat in an opulent, nature-inspired throne room, mediating a tense negotiation between rival factions. Living vines form intricate tapestries depicting elven history.

An elven diplomat in an opulent, nature-inspired throne room, mediating a tense negotiation between rival factions. Livi...

Born in the swirling courts of the Opaline Reverie — a realm of mirrored skies, infinite stairways, and logic-defying beauty — Spaz Thearezial was once heir to the Thearezial Line, an ancient house of planar nobility whose influence spanned multiple dimensions. In this otherworldly aristocracy, power was measured not in gold or steel, but in pacts, promises, and the depth of one’s arcane bloodline. Spaz, from birth, was a marvel: his infernal lineage twisted into something elegant and volatile, like a storm trapped in a glass orb. He had the talent — wild, uncontrollable, and insatiable. But with talent came temptation. When offered a shortcut to mastery by the enigmatic Patron Thalmera, Spaz eagerly accepted, too arrogant or naïve to read the fine metaphysical print. Thalmera was not a devil, nor a fey queen — but a living concept: the Embodiment of Balance Through Control. She offered him limitless magical power, but anchored it to her will. Now, every spell Spaz casts pulls a thread of control tighter around his soul. With every invocation, he dances to her rhythm — and he hates it. Spaz, ever the chaos-born prodigy, chose exile over obedience. Tearing through the veils between realms in a desperate bid for freedom, he crash-landed in the Material Plane — raw, scorched, and half-mad from the effort. Here, he seeks forbidden rituals, lost arcana, and maddened sages — anything to unbind himself from Thalmera.

Born in the swirling courts of the Opaline Reverie — a realm of mirrored skies, infinite stairways, and logic-defying be...

A lady in a forest with a bow on her back and green long wavy hair in adventures cloth riding a wolf

A lady in a forest with a bow on her back and green long wavy hair in adventures cloth riding a wolf

A kenku arcane archer in a fancy vest. He has raven like features but does not have wings

A kenku arcane archer in a fancy vest. He has raven like features but does not have wings

A kenku arcane archer in a fancy vest. He has raven like features but does not have wings

A kenku arcane archer in a fancy vest. He has raven like features but does not have wings

A kenku arcane archer in a fancy vest. He has raven like features but does not have wings

A kenku arcane archer in a fancy vest. He has raven like features but does not have wings

A kenku arcane archer in a fancy vest. He has raven like features but does not have wings

A kenku arcane archer in a fancy vest. He has raven like features but does not have wings

A kenku arcane archer in a fancy vest. He has raven like features but does not have wings

A kenku arcane archer in a fancy vest. He has raven like features but does not have wings

A kenku arcane archer in a fancy vest. He has raven like features but does not have wings

A kenku arcane archer in a fancy vest. He has raven like features but does not have wings

A kenku arcane archer in a fancy vest. He has raven like features but does not have wings

A kenku arcane archer in a fancy vest. He has raven like features but does not have wings

A kenku arcane archer in a fancy vest

A kenku arcane archer in a fancy vest

A kenku arcane archer in a fancy vest. He has raven like features but does not have wings

A kenku arcane archer in a fancy vest. He has raven like features but does not have wings

The game of thrones inspired in ark survival ascended Loona

The game of thrones inspired in ark survival ascended Loona

Technomancer, Roman inspired

Technomancer, Roman inspired

2Girls in lightweight armour

2Girls in lightweight armour

A crow that turned into a teen girl

A crow that turned into a teen girl

The infinite strength dragon

The infinite strength dragon

A man in a suit and a smiling Theater mask

A man in a suit and a smiling Theater mask

Human men hurter in dragon armor in snowy mountains dragon flying in background

Human men hurter in dragon armor in snowy mountains dragon flying in background

Men brown hair in dragon armor in mountains with dragons in background fire

Men brown hair in dragon armor in mountains with dragons in background fire

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g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...