#Inuit oc

[pickledpascal]

Put Me Back In

Chapter Four

Warnings: angst, fluff, wade wilson

Word Count: 1.9k

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Ever since their first meeting at the café, it has been a routine for them to see each other anytime they could. They'd talk—about absolutely anything. Logan described how he got there and his living situation with Wade, while Maya would tell him stories of her now-mundane life. She'd occasionally go to the X-Mansion and help out where she could, but it still stung being there without him by her side. 

Going to the café rather than the bar, gave Logan a better will to live. Life suddenly mattered again. So he could see Maya again and scribble down sketches when he got home and locked himself in his room. They paled in comparison to the real thing. But maybe he needed to ask her to sit for him so he could memorize every detail more closely. 

Unfortunately for Logan, Wade was catching on. And he was smug about it because when was he not?

“Hey, Logi-Bear, I noticed you're glowing lately. Someone get you pregnant?” He asked. Logan could hear the smirk in his voice under his mask. 

Logan huffed under his breath as he sipped on his beer. Just because he didn't go to a bar as much, if at all, anymore didn't mean he was going to stop drinking. Regular beer didn't affect him anyway. 

Wade smirked as he watched Logan. The man wasn't outwardly hostile for the first time since living there. Wade counted that as a win. And he had a feeling he knew what caused that. The Wolverine's beloved Maya. 

She seemed to be the antidote to everything. Every little bad thing in his mind could be soothed over. His mind was like a jagged rock, smoothed over by water with time. She was the water. The river he was drowning in. The river he never wanted to leave.

“Stop looking at me like that.” Logan glared at him.

“Like what?” Wade responded innocently. 

“Like a fucking moron.” 

“That really hurts my feelings, Wolvie.”

“Good.” 

“Aw, such sweet words. Come whisper that in my ear.”

Logan huffed again. It almost came out as a growl. The animal inside him couldn't control itself around Wade sometimes. The idiot was annoying. 

“Don't fuck in the kitchen, our apartment already smells like shit.” Althea grumbled as she walked past them to the door.

Wade turned to look at her, eyebrows furrowed. “And where are you going when you're blind as a bat?” 

“Bingo with a bunch of whores.” She spat back at him before she left. 

“If she gets run over by a truck…” Wade sighed under his breath and shook his head. He then looked at Logan again. “How's Maya?” He asked slyly. 

The man didn't answer for a little while, wondering how much he should say before the fucker made a joke. Which he knew to be inevitable. “She's fine.” Logan said simply.

Wade sat at the table. “She is fine.” He whistled lowly. 

Logan's claws unsheathed and stabbed through Wade's hand, pinning it down to the table. It caused the merc to yelp. “Don't talk about her like that.” His jaw clenched. 

“Feisty, Wolvie.” Wade mused, already forgetting the fact that Logan's claws impaled his hand. “I was just stating a fact.” 

Logan put his claws away and shook his head. He stood up from the table and grabbed his coat before he left the apartment. It was evening now, a bit chilly so he shrugged the jacket on. He didn't know where he was going. He just didn't like the way Wade spoke about Maya, even if it was in jest. 

Maya was an attractive woman. Anyone who didn't think so needed to get their eyes checked, perhaps rearranged, but she was so much more than that. She was able to bring him out of dark places that he wouldn't wish upon his worst enemy. Even back in his own universe, he valued their friendship so deeply. She never thought of him as a monster, never even called him ‘Wolverine.’ He was simply ‘Logan’ to her. He was a man. Not an animal. The only one to ever think so. 

He loved her. He continued to love her. Especially now. He could see her, feel her, talk to her. Everything he had wished for years since her counterpart died in his universe. 

Wade could never understand that. He could never see just how much Logan missed her. How much he longed to feel her hold him tight, feel her cool hands against his skin again. That's what he thought, anyway. 

“Logan?” Maya asked. She was in her pajamas—a pair of shorts and a shirt that seemed to have the neckline cut to be wider. 

He hadn't registered walking to her townhouse. Or the fact that he knocked on her door. His feet seemed to carry him by themselves. He couldn't help but think she looked beautiful like this, ready for bed, and was possibly even woken up by him. 

“Logan,” She pressed softly. “Are you okay?” The door to her home was slightly open as she stood at the doorstep with him.

He breathed in deeply. “Yeah, just…” His eyes roamed over her body. “Can I come in?” 

Maya tilted her head as she looked at him. She stepped aside so Logan could come in. She closed and locked the door once he was. 

It was the first time Logan was in her house. It was small since it was right outside the main city but it was nice. It smelled amazing. It smelled like her. He breathed in the scent with a soft sigh. And her decor was so overwhelmingly her too. Native Inuit-style furs and tapestries decorated the walls. He wondered if she managed to find her parents or traveled to her old village every so often to reconnect with her culture. He had known about her dream to do so.

Maya stepped closer to Logan, lifting a hand to his lower back. He nearly melted at the touch, even over his layers of clothes. She wore a look of concern on her face. “Did Wade upset you?”

“When does he not?” He laughed dryly. 

“He's an acquired taste.” Maya nodded in agreement, an amused look in her eyes. 

Logan sighed softly. “I just needed to see you.” It was out in the open now. His need for her. 

He needed her like he needed air. He needed her like he needed his healing factor or his claws. She was a part of him. Without her, he felt like his adamantium bones were hollow and he was simply a man made of metal. With her, he felt more human than he had ever felt in his life. Like he was simply flesh, blood, and bone, the same as any non-mutant. 

Maya was about to speak but Logan beat her to it. “I love you.” He breathed weakly, his eyebrows drawn together as if he was pleading she wouldn't reject him. 

“Logan—” She began.

“No, no, don't—don’t say anything. Please.” He choked on his own words. It felt like she was about to let him down gently. He wouldn't blame her. 

She loved deeply too. She was the goddamn ocean, and he was but a pebble rippling down to the bottom of the sea. The other Logan was like a goddamn island, changing waves and currents. Hell, he was the moon. Controlling her tides however he saw fit. 

Maya shook her head and let out a breath before she surprised him in a way he never saw coming. She kissed him, her cool hands cupping his face, cradling it like he was the most delicate piece of porcelain that would crack if she held him firmly. And maybe he would've. 

“I love you too.” She whispered, eyes roaming over his face. Her thumbs gently rubbed over the skin of his cheeks, causing soft chills to run down his body. “Please stop thinking I don't. I love him… but I love you too.” 

Logan sniffled slightly, feeling his eyes well up with tears. They seemed to be stuck there, he didn't cry when his X-Men died, but now they were pouring out of him like a dam. Maya loved him. She really did, didn't she? She had kissed him. And she looked at him like he hung the stars. His chest felt tight, constricted like a cinder block had been placed there but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. 

Maya frowned at him and pulled him into a tight hug. “I'm sorry.” She murmured, rubbing up and down his back. 

“Don't be.” Logan said shakily, wrapping his arms around her in return. He couldn't help the reaction he had. 

Love wasn't something he allowed himself to feel. Everyone was going to die eventually and he would be there, watching it all. But Maya… god, she slipped through his fingers, through the cracks in his walls, and tore them all down with one swift crash of a wave. He thought his fortress was impenetrable. Not for her. 

Maya let out a soft chuckle and shook her head as she pulled away from the embrace to look at Logan properly. She wiped a few of his tears away, watching as a few seeped into his skin and then into hers. 

“You're beautiful.” Logan whispered, unable to keep himself from saying so. 

To be able to see her so close, to see the light shining against her two-toned eyes, the small blemishes in her skin, the light patch of hair missing in her eyebrow because of the scar there—it felt like a privilege. He had never wanted to capture a moment on paper as much as this one.

Maya's lips quivered into a lopsided smile, enticing Logan to kiss her again. “You’re a sap in every universe, it seems.”

“I'm only telling the truth.” He whispered, breathless. “You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life.” 

Logan wasn't kidding. He had been alive for nearly two hundred years and couldn't remember a face that stuck out as much as Maya, even amongst his past lovers. They all paled in comparison. 

He could hear Maya's breath hitch. She wasn't expecting him to be quite so forward. He couldn't stop it. He had been wanting her for so long that now that he had her, he didn't care for trying to seem put together or ‘himself.’ He would beg on his knees if she asked and he wouldn't feel ashamed. 

They ended up kissing on the couch, Maya on top of him. She pulled one of his legs over her hip as she tilted her head to get a better angle for the kiss. Logan had his arms around her neck, not minding that she had taken the lead. It felt so much better than his dreams. So much better. Her lips on his, his hands tangled in her long, dark hair, her hands on his hips or around his waist. 

“Wanna stay the night.” Logan murmured, breathless when they pulled away from the kiss. He couldn't imagine leaving her now.

Maya pressed her forehead against his and sighed. “You can stay as long as you want.” She whispered, their breaths entangling. 

For the first time in years, Logan's mind was calm. His head was clear, clearer than ever. A still river. He focused on the moment. This moment between them. He finally had what he wanted. Her. He could've cried again. His love wasn't only his anymore. It was theirs. 

The moon was shining brightly that night, glowing through the blinds. No one noticed how it seemed to shine on her house specifically. 

[startheskelaton]

Muktuk

[notdayle]

My spidersona w my girlfriend as my MJ 💖

[zoetheneko]

My legendary cookie and her past self

(Inspired from Sedna, Inuk Goddess of the sea)

[friedennic]

12.2.22

“amauti”

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[outcastloak]

♡ NAMES FOR NA’VI OCs ♡

Sura’nak (f) Akuna (f) Pey’lan (f) Katìrey (f) Atani (f - atan means light/source of illumination in Na’vi) Tsey’li (f) Wiowera (f) Eytika’mey (f) An’suri (f) Carawatha (f) Por’vu (f) Awaia (f) Kica’nu (f+m) Min’ara (f) Tsu’eylia (f) Tulok (m) Kxu’at (m) Ziruk (m) Daku (m) Ak’tuktu (m) Katjuk (m) Iya’näm (m) Ularuk (m) K’eyvu (m+f) Iku’zuk (m) Tanulum (m)

[shadezovgray]

tongues - tanya tagaq🪶helen tuqiiq

i've always been so fascinated with native american culture and history, and with the utmost respect, i wanted to create a native american sim.

helen is a member of the Yup'ik people in southwest Alaska. in her native tongue (Yup'ik), she is referred to as Tuqiiq, which was inherited from a village elder who had passed, and who was named helen, as well.

her face tattoos (tunniit in Yuktitut) are part of a 4,000 year long art form in which women of the Inuit people receive them to signify significant milestones reached or skills gained within their lives. in helen's case, for example, the v-shaped markings on her forehead are indicative of her entering womanhood, and the lines on her chin are representative of her having experienced her first period. her hand tattoos reflect the story of the sea goddess Sedna, who was brutalized and murdered by her father, who, in the process, had her fingers chopped off. the markings on the hands represent the locations of the cuts performed on Sedna, and having these tattoos traditionally meant that the women bearing them would be able to pass on to a place of happiness after death. during the early 20th century, the practice would be outlawed and persecuted by missionaries of the catholic church and was forced to be performed in secrecy, but would come to see a revitalization in recent years.

i tried to do generally extensive research on which i created her, and i tried to be accurate and gain a true understanding on the culture behind her, as a character. from what i understand, the term Inuit refers to all Inuit and Yup'ik people, but are also independent of one another to some extent. as you may have noticed, i've incorporated a number of hyperlinks to the sites and sources i used to research the culture and identity basis of helen. i felt it necessary to focus on the background of her, as i feel like native americans are often poorly portrayed and misrepresented, and i wanted to do justice by her and native americans, as a whole.

if anything is incorrect in any capacity, please do not hesitate to reach out! i am more than happy to correct any errors or indicators of ignorance!

much love!

[eywaseclipse]

Spent some time working on this. Got inspired by @thewarmblanket snow clan post and watching informational videos on Greenland lol. I love learning. And this snow na’vi is based off Inuit culture. Including the traditional tattoos called Tunniit. Did I mention this is a free draw with my non dominant hand? 🤗

“The process and method of making Tunniit is called kakiorneq in West Greenland and kagierneq in the east (both can be translated as "sewn with a needle").

The tradition of making and wearing Tunniit has mainly been passed on by Inuit women, as a sign of their spiritual responsibility and sewing skills. The kakiorneq and kagierneq techniques traditionally involve the use of a needle and sinew thread (thread made from the muscle of the reindeer's hind legs) dipped in a mixture of soot, oil and urine to create a line under the top layer of the skin. An alternative method involves the use of a sharp tool to make a small hole in the skin, followed by the application of a sooty substance to create a distinctive dot.”

[quiet-art-kid]

Some more Rosemary fanart

For ya'll who don't know rosemary is my wanderer oc the time of Hiccup the second this is her around 13 when she was kidnapped from her home and sold into slavery

[menomodumps]

I made another one

[foottoe101001]

Do you guys want more native outsiders art? I already posted Johnnys so who next

[pickledpascal]

Put Me Back In

Chapter Five

Warnings: angst and fluff, polyamory?

Word Count: 2.5k

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Logan couldn't believe how lucky he was. Maya wasn't able to take away his pain—nor could he take away hers—but she was able to ease it. After being in such a fierce storm with high tides, a calm lake was a welcome change. He could almost imagine himself floating at the surface like a feather if not for his adamantium skeleton. 

He sat at the kitchen counters in Maya’s house—he basically lived there now—watching as she and Laura made fry bread. There was flour all over their hands as they flattened out the dough and put it into hot oil. Logan’s eyes were full of adoration. They seemed to have done this together before, the familiarity not lost on him. But, perhaps, something was missing during their previous attempts at this. Him. 

“What do you usually eat it with?” He asked, eyes roaming over the freshly fried bread. It smelled amazing. Warm, and a bit sweet, like it was sprinkled with pure sugar and cinnamon. 

One of his biggest regrets was not learning more about Maya’s culture. He knew bits and pieces of it, like what the markings on her face that appeared on her face meant, and that the Inuit people seemed to eat a lot of raw fish after catching her occasionally, but there was more. Of course, there was more.

“Depends on the mood.” Maya shrugged, smiling a little at Laura who was currently manning the stove. 

They looked like a proper mother and daughter. Logan thought they looked similar enough to be related. Even if not by blood, but by the way they held themselves. Like two people who have gone through so much but still managed to hope, managed to let people into their lives.

Logan wondered what that was like. 

“Sometimes we put powdered sugar, cinnamon and butter, jam, and whipped cream if you want something sweet.” Maya explained with a small wave of her hands as she put a cloth over the bread to keep it warm. 

Laura turned back to them to add the final pieces into the basket where the rest were. “But, if you want an actual meal, you can put minced meat on top. Fish, too.” She smiled at Maya and nudged her shoulder. “We even made tacos with them a few times.”

Logan looked between Laura and Maya, an easy smile on his face. It's been forever since he had been able to smile so freely like that. He was sure the last time he did was in his own universe. 

But this was home now. He might've left her cool, comforting arms once, but he was able to find his way back. Somehow. Somewhere. In some different time. Where they were different but not at all unrecognizable to each other. 

They walked down the street as Maya carried the basket of fry bread in her hands. “What is this for again?” She asked.

“Don't fucking know. Wade just wanted you to bring some over to his house.” Logan shrugged, shaking his head. He didn't know why the fucker did or asked for anything. His brain was either incredibly scrambled or completely blank. It could be both at times. 

They walked up the stairs of the dingy apartment building since the elevator never worked, the stairs creaking under their weight. Logan set a hand on the small of her back, his touch light and protective.

Maya was about to knock on Wade's door but it quickly opened with a chorus of voices nearly screaming “SURPRISE!” 

Logan blinked a little at the sight of the tiny apartment, his claws coming out from instinct at the loud noise. Wade was in the middle of the room, surrounded by everyone he had met during the previous ‘saving the universe’ party—Yukio, Ellie, Peter, Althea, Laura, Colossus, Vanessa, and a few others he hadn't cared to get to know. There were tacky decorations strewn about, balloons that said ‘It’s a Boy!’ and ‘It’s a Girl!’ and there was even a banner that read: Happy Getting Together, Finally! (Again in Maya's case)

Wade grinned at them, taking the fry bread away from Maya so he could hug them tightly. “I'm so glad you made it! What do you think?” He pulled away, motioning to the decorations.

Logan wanted to skewer his arm but he was still so taken aback by everything. Maya was shocked as well, her mouth slightly open as she took in the sight. Wade ushered the pair inside. 

Logan had never been around so many people who were paying so much attention to him in such a positive way. It was unnerving. He was a little too used to the glares and whispered slurs whenever he was around a group of people. Some even had the audacity to try and fight him. It never ended well. 

Everything’s alright, Logan. You're surrounded by people who love you.

He blinked. That was Maya's voice. In his head. He looked at her, the question obvious in his eyes. He knew she had telepathic ability though she never used it. She already went through so much pain, why would she take on another's? Unless she really cared about them…

“What do you want with your fry bread?” She asked aloud, shoulders brushing against each other as she grabbed a plate for them to share. 

Logan didn't respond for a few moments. “Whatever you like, sweetheart. Doesn't matter.” He didn't exactly care, suddenly hit with just how much Maya did care for him. How much she trusted him, loved him. 

She smiled at him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek which only caused him to look at her with an adoring expression. He felt more relaxed than he had in decades. It didn't matter that Wade was yapping his ear off, what mattered was that Maya was there with him. 

She spread some warmed butter over the bread, it nearly melted immediately after meeting the still-warm bread, and then sprinkled some cinnamon on top. She offered him the first bite. “I know you don't like sweet things much, but I promise you'll like it.” 

Logan pursed his lips before he tore off a piece and ate it. She was right. The bread was still so warm and tasted amazing by itself but with the addition of butter and cinnamon? It felt like coming home after a long winter day from the lumber yard. 

Maya smiled wider at the reaction, tearing off a piece for herself. It was like she wanted him to melt. To see him reduced to nothing but a blubbering mess meant for her eyes only. 

Eventually, Logan went to the kitchen to grab a beer. He hadn't had one in a few weeks now, but it was a party so he was making an exception. Laura was there with the little dog, Mary. She had the pup in her arms and smiled at Logan as she watched him. 

“Somethin’ funny, bub?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow at her. It wasn't as pointed as it would have been if it was Wade staring. Though, the merc was likely watching from afar. 

Laura shook her head, tilting her head. “Not at all. Just realizing you're more like him than I originally thought.” She lifted a hand to pat his shoulder. “The snow is like home to you.” 

Logan took a swig of his beer, feeling a flush on his cheeks. “Am I that obvious?” 

���Mhm.” Laura hummed. “It's okay. It's cute.” She assured him with a nod. “And isn't it nice to finally just be for once in your life?” 

Logan lowered his beer bottle from his lips and drew in a breath. She was right. He had felt more and more human. More normal—whatever that meant—than he had felt since he realized he was a mutant. Maybe, one day, he'd fall sick for the first time in years because of this love. He wouldn't find it in himself to care if so. 

Laura patted his shoulder again, giving him a light smile. “You're not the wrong man. Not anymore.” 

He was always the right man. Logan just couldn't see it sometimes. Perhaps by choice. He didn't want to matter. He had been used so much already. Pushing people away, calling himself ‘wrong’ just seemed easier. It couldn't be ignored anymore. Just how right he was. Right for Maya. To cut through her ocean and meet her at the bottom. 

Logan looked over at Maya. She had a large smile on her face as she laughed at one of Wade's jokes, head thrown back as her hand lifted to her chest as if to brace herself. His heart twinged under his bones. Like the best version of a knife twisted in his chest. 

He sat down next to Maya again, not really listening to what Wade said but he admired how it made her smile and giggle. She always looked so beautiful like that. As if she didn't have a care in the world. He knew that was far from the truth but it seemed like it was for just a second when she laughed hard enough. 

Wade stood up and grabbed everyone's attention. “Hey, everyone!” They all turned to look at him. “I just wanna say something on behalf of these love birds next to me.” His eyes twinkled with a bit of mischief and something else. Logan narrowed his eyes on him. 

“Just, um…” Wade paused, looking at Maya and Logan. It wasn't often that he was rendered speechless. But there was genuine emotion caught in his throat. Adoration for both of them. “When I went to find Logan, I traveled to many universes. And every single universe I went to, every single corner of the Earth, Maya was by his side. And loved him.”

Maya and Logan looked at each other. He couldn't believe what he was hearing and he knew Maya couldn't either. But he could also tell Wade wasn't lying. 

“Even the universe where he's Hugh Jackman,” Maya’s eyebrows furrowed. “It's crazy cause he's a loser in every universe,” That earned Wade a soft growl from Logan. “And she could honestly do so much better.”

“Get on with it, bub.” Logan huffed, rolling his eyes. 

Wade smirked. “All this to say, I don't think their love is fate or a game of chance.” His eyes roamed over the couple, his smirk softening into something more affectionate. “You choose to be together. Even now. I think that's a lot better than the shit they sell down the street. That ‘soulmate’ crap.” 

Maya pursed her lips, trying to hold in her smile and her tears. She pulled Wade into a hug, dragging Logan into it as well. “Fucking idiot.” She chuckled. 

Wade wrapped his arms around them, a smile on his lips. “Do I get a kiss for making you feel good, baby?” He asked teasingly. 

No one expected her to actually do it. Least of all Logan. Maya cupped the scarred skin of Wade's cheeks and kissed him. Logan blinked as he watched. He should be mad, shouldn't he? Instead, he felt his pants getting tighter. 

When Maya pulled away, Wade looked dazed. “What a woman…” He sighed dreamily. 

Maya nudged Logan and nodded over at Wade. The mutant pursed his lips into a thin line before he shrugged and did the same as Maya, pulling Wade into a searing kiss. He could distantly hear some cheering in the background but he didn't focus much on it. 

“Cat got your tongue, bub?” Logan asked against his lips. 

“Something like that.” Wade breathed, glancing at Maya who was smirking. 

After the party died, Logan and Maya walked home together. The winter air was cool and crisp and it made Maya relax. The moon was full again. Bright and big in the night sky regardless of the light pollution. Logan couldn't help but think she looked radiant in the moonlight, as if it was shining down for her specifically. 

“Have you and Wade—?”

“Kissed before?” Maya finished the question for him. “A few times.” She admitted. “Why do you ask?” She grabbed her keys and shoved them into the lock. 

“Just wondering.” Logan said curtly, adjusting his weight between his legs a few times.

Maya looked back at him as she opened the door to her house. “It doesn't take a telepath to know you weren't just wondering.”

Once they were inside, Maya shouldered off her jacket and made some hot chocolate for them to share. Logan was glad she was letting it go for now. He wasn't sure he wanted to talk about that situation. Especially when he so clearly loved her so much. 

Plus, he had planned to give her something after hanging out with Wade. He nearly forgot about it before they came back home.

So, when Maya came back with two mugs full of hot cocoa, Logan thought it was as good a time as he was gonna get. “I… have something for you.” He confessed as if he was coming out for the first time. 

She tilted her head, taking a sip from her mug before she set it down and put her full attention on him. 

Logan played with the edge of the paper in his pocket. It was folded over twice to keep it from peeking out of his jacket but a part of him was afraid it was ruined because of the creases. Like a stupid, blushing schoolboy, he shoved the piece of paper into her hands. He watched her reaction as she unfolded the thick piece of paper from itself. 

It was a close-up sketch of her with her hair braided. But that wasn't what caught Maya's attention. It was the X-Men suit she used to wear. Her heart seemed to stop. 

“I haven't worn that in… years.” Maya whispered softly, looking up at Logan from the top of the drawing. 

Logan nodded slowly. “I know, I just always…” He breathed. “I always thought you looked beautiful in it. More than usual.” He chuckled bitterly at how silly he sounded. 

Maya leaned closer to press a kiss to his cheek, using her hand to cup his other one. “Thank you. I love it.” She whispered when she pulled back, keeping their faces only inches apart. “I love you.” 

Hearing her say it out loud always did something to his heart—broke it apart and put it back together again. How could someone so good love him so much? He was the opposite of good, though not quite completely bad either. 

“Stop thinking that.” Maya whispered, glaring at him but her eyes were still somehow soft. 

Logan pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. “Stop invading my thoughts.” He countered. 

“I don't have to try to do that.” She rubbed her thumb across his cheek, eyes roaming over his features. She loved staring at him. “I don't know how but I—” She stammered over her words. “We have psychically bonded. I would be able to hear you, feel you if you were across the universe.”

“Maya—” Logan croaked, eyebrows furrowed with emotion. 

He prided himself on not being much of a crier, he liked dealing with shit in his own way. Maya made him into a damn waterfall. She was able to coax the tears out of him, somehow. 

“Stay with me.” Maya whispered, cupping his face with both hands.

“Always.” Logan nodded. 

[notdayle]

My first DnD character and my first DnD campaign! I’m having so much fun!! The campaign is based off the legend of Zelda breath of the wild 

The second image is my group and we are not that far into the game but I love themm

[flipmortis]

Allow me to cook. I’m kinda just making stuff up cuz i love indigenous culture and their mythology. So I’m probably gonna be mixing them up a bit, drawing creatures from Inuit and Ainu mythology.

[inkyynki]

Vaiveatoish

[shepherdwitchhn]

It's been like a year since I last designed an OC but I swear I didn't forget how. Want to get back into the swing of it, so have this dog 🐺