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This moodboard is inspired by one of my dnd characters, a lunar sorcerer ‘’tiefling’’ (shes actually a homebrew race and fell from the sky as an infant, but doesn't know this). Her vibes are entirely exhausted college student in need of a nap and coffee, who only wants to be comfy and doing research or reading at all times. Her design is loosely sheep inspired, with very warm shades of brown and other muted colors being the colors associated with her and her vibes.
‘A blindfold wraps over your eyes, growing tighter and tighter. All you see is the haze of red that you can't escape.’
An aasimar, made to be a weapon, and on the run from the family who wants her dead if she won't just be theirs. The dusty, grumpy cowboy is just another façade, another personality, the disguise she wears to be anyone but what she was made to be.
Dust and leather, gunsmoke and blood, golden tears and tattered bounty posters.
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away.
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou seest the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie.
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd by that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv'st which makes thy love more strong,
to love that well which thou must leave ere long.
-# *By William Shakespeare*
The shifting colors of dawn breaking through delicate window panes should have been beautiful. And they would have been, if the silver chassis that they decorated was still affixed to its original body. They could still be, if viewed at a distance - far enough to overlook the pale scars that grafted metal to flesh, far enough to miss the icy chill that radiated off her tawny body. Far enough to be out of range of the silvered blades and the glowering ire of the sea bird’s unrelenting stare.
Sunlight caresses detritus through the boughs of silent sentinels as an autumn dawn greets the wardens of the forest.
As the moonlit ritual ends, smoke billows from a bronze brazier. From within the vapor two bright green eyes appear and blink slowly. Cautiously, a cat's paw emerges. Soon follows the rest of its sinuous grey body and a throaty purr. The witch reaches forward to stroke its soft fur. ‘’Welcome home,’’ she says.
Pinks, purples, gold and really just bright colors represent the Emperor’s Children, a Warhammer 40K faction dedicated to excess and themes of music
For a character named Remmirath (mirror pronouns): A Lykoi cat based Katari arcane assassin.
Inspired by The Cat From Hell (by Steven King) and Don Bluth movies. Creepy stares and stalking through the shadows to scare and unnerve people through smoke and mirrors and the single-minded frenzy of a cat stalking its prey relentlessly. Dark forests, creepy gothic alleys, and the horror of life's lessons are the vibes.
She moves with a blur, a flash of red and blue. A deep connection to the waves, and a fate entwined with another, winged and powerful. They move together, graceful and strong like the sea, fulfilling the will of the Gods.
Adorable, whimsical goblins with green skin, earth tones, some gold buttons and mushroom growth and pointy ears. Rocks covered in moss, and mysterious moss covered stone paths deep in the woods.
Raven Rhapsody, a lifelong resident of Waterdeep, plays her keytar in a broken down old bar on the bad side of town. The city is not particularly pretty, and it is often beset with trouble, but it is her home. As a tiefling with flaming eyes and dark purple skin, she stands out most places, but tries her best to keep quietly to the shadows and alleyways that the old city provides.
A quiet place where my mind can chill. A calm pastel with glittering lights.
Vibes! Magical girl, purple, pink, navy and some green, shimmering, sparkling, glowing... dark academia/wizarding school/studious... books, crystals, gems, spells, scrolls... chronomancy/time magic, elemental magic...
Delirium, the youngest endless. chaotic, yet wise, form after an unrevealed traumatic event. She represents unknowable emotions, innocent curiosity, and the way reality can become overwhelming. constantly changing, with her hair and clothes shifting minute by minute. Wild hair and mismatched clothing. A flair between 80s punk and the circus. beautiful, bright, fishes.
Your whole life, all you have really cared about is the ruined castle atop Hellknight Hill.
You needed to learn how to fight, so you picked a weapon which might help you achieve your dreams.
Hammers, one for rebuilding and the other to help if anyone tries to get in your way!
In your spare time you can be found curled up in the library with stacks of architecture books, covered in ink stains from sketching possible plans.
One day the call for heroes is sounded, its time to assist the villa-claim the CASTLE!
A dark, moody collage in a dominant palette of obsidian, ember, and the ambers of whiskey, fractured by prismatic rainbows of wild magic. The moodboard is filled with textures and symbols: an old, page-worn book logging past sins; cracked glass and burning embers; colorful shards resembling stained glass; a black butterfly surrounded by falling ash; a heart evocatively tied in rope; and glasses of whiskey wreathed in smoke. Ripples, reflections, and scattered light add a sense of motion and tension. Themes of temptation, control, and indulgence run through, painting the picture of restraint and release. This soul is forged in ruin... and revelation.
My original character who is an arachnid (Telepath psion)Uncensored Moodboard Here! [CW:Spiders]
I would love dice for my changeling warlock. Once a gold dragon but cursed due to their own folly, punished by having their souls bound with that of their human party, they exist as six individuals trying to carve a life together. A flamboyant half elf. A motherly pink tiefling. A pale opal-skinned changeling. A wise gold dragonborn. A playful blonde human. A dangerous blue skinned genasi. Despite being massively traumatised and having amnesia, they still are healing and have become everyone's dad.
Sparks of lightning move swiftly through swirling shadows, faster than your eyes can follow. You think you catch a glimpse of a glittering opal, striking amongst the darkness. A clue to who the light and shadows belong to perhaps? Or a figment of your imagination? Who can say, as before you know it, the shadowy form has disappeared and all that is left is a few wisp like shadows.
This set is inspired by old manuscripts found in dusty archives, with layers of writing superimposed and leaving traces behind, known as palimpsest.
A twilight dreamscape bathed in violet hues, soft, strange, and quietly enchanting. Mist curls through amethyst forests, and the world hums with secret magic. Every surface glows as if kissed by moonlight, where petals, fungi, and fog shimmer in harmony. It feels ethereal yet grounded, a whisper of mystery beneath the still calm of dusk.
A dark ethereal aesthetic, merging themes of violence, transcendence, and storm-born divinity. Two shadowy humanoid figures with glowing eyes dominate the composition — one corporeal and smoke-bodied, the other spectral and distant — evoking an otherworldly power manifesting through shadow and storm. Rolling storm clouds crackle with lightning above, creating a sense of wrathful creation. The surrounding mist and swirling black ink tendrils weave into the figures, suggesting they are born from chaos itself. A bloodied, bandaged fist in the foreground grounds the image in mortal struggle, serving as the physical anchor to the divine violence unfolding above. The palette is composed of deep blacks, storm greys, and muted whites, with stark splashes of crimson — a study in light emerging from shadow. Overall, a mythic tension between mortal fury and divine darkness, perfect for representing a being or concept forged in storm, blood, and shadow.
A lavender twilight edged with stars. She lays down her books and trinkets to commune with the moon as the meadow darkens.
A noble vampire who loves to read and study, working in a hospital to use his necromancer skills for good. Loves the smell of rain, old books and fresh blood.
This mood board blends warmth and quiet mystery. The palette is full of deep reds, soft yellows, and burnt oranges — like sunlight on old stone or the heat of a summer afternoon. It’s inspired by a my cinnamon roll necromancer triton Ash who is gentle and kind, more scholar than reaper. The look is less dark magic and more quiet reverence — someone who studies life and death with care.
Bones and pressed flowers sit side by side, symbols of the balance between decay and beauty. The bones bring a pale, natural contrast against the warm tones, while the flowers add softness and a sense of something carefully preserved. Small touches of gold catch the light, giving the whole mood a quiet, elegant glow.
Overall, it feels like a hot day in the desert, but inside a cool library — warm colors and dry air mixed with the calm presence of books, curiosity, and memory.
