#Minasel

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

I missed my babies and since my art style has changed… time for a redesign

[pourmoredrink]

Where do we met..

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[lathalea]

Her First Word

Summary: Lots of cuteness and family fluff. Erebor has been reclaimed and everyone is living happily ever after. That includes Kíli, his wife Tauriel, and their adorable baby daughter. One day the young proud father takes his parenting duties quite seriously... what could possibly go wrong? ;)

Rating: G

This work is a gift to the wonderful @deathlikessodaandpizza​. We’ve missed you and we’re happy you’re back! 💙💙💙 Kili and Tauriel’s daughter Minasel is @deathlikessodaandpizza​‘s OC in “Children of Middle Earth” (check it out on AO3!).

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That morning Kili embarked on the toughest endeavour of his life. It was even more difficult than the quest for Erebor itself, but he wouldn’t give up. He was a warrior and his Uncle had taught him that warriors don’t quit. Together with his kin, he faced the dragon and then they defeated the armies of orcs and wargs. It was a perilous battle, but they survived and reclaimed their homeland. Afterwards, he won both the heart and the hand of the woman he loved. 

Sitting on his comfortable bed in his own bedchamber, he reminded himself that if he could achieve such great deeds, he could surely succeed now, no matter how hard it was. He took a deep breath, adjusted the pillow behind his back and looked at the smiling baby in his arms.

“Say adad*,” Kili tried for probably the thousandth time that morning, a spark of hope still dancing in his eyes.

“A… a… a!” replied his daughter with enthusiasm, giggling and squinting her own eyes of exactly the same color as his, dark brown, darker than the bark of an oak on a winter evening. 

“No, no. Let’s try again: a-dad,” he repeated slowly in Khuzdul. 

Little Minasel giggled again, wiggling in his arms. She started waving her little hands up and down in excitement, and repeated, “A… a… a!”

And then she tried to poke his nose. It was clearly a game to her. But Kili wouldn’t give up that easily.

He took her chubby little palm in his hand and kissed it.

“Yes, I am your daddy. Adad. That’s how you say it. Say adad. You can do it, my little squirrel! ”

“Are you calling our child names again?” a female voice sounded from underneath the thick blanket beside him.

“Have we woken you up, Amrâlimê?” Kili turned to the unmoving shape on the bed. A grunt was the only response he received.

“Ba-ah!” decided Minasel.

“Yes, we have!” he explained to his daughter with a wide smile, rocking her in his arms. “We were very naughty, and we have woken up Mommy.”

His little daughter chuckled and reached out towards the blanket shaped like her mother. “Yes, there she is, your amad. But I am your adad. Will you say adad so that Mommy can see what a smart little pebble you are?”

The blanket emitted another grunt, but didn’t move.

“Zaaa!” Minasel stared at it, clearly puzzled, her whole chubby body stretching out towards it, her arm too short to reach it.

“Allright, we will see what’s hiding under the blanket. Is it Mommy or a dragon?”

“Or both,” the blanket grunted and Kili could have sworn that a barely audible chuckle accompanied these words.

As soon as he lifted the edge of the blanket, a pointy-eared creature lunged towards him, snatching his defenseless daughter from his arms and roaring triumphantly.

“I have you now!” Tauriel exclaimed, lifting Minasel into the air only to peck the tip of her round nose a moment after. Long strands of her hair intertwined with her daughter’s unruly curls of the same color, red as a summer coat of a squirrel.

Hearing their giggles, Kili felt warmth spreading in his chest and wanted to join their embrace, but he recalled his mission. He would not give up.

“Oh no! A dragon kidnapped my beloved daughter!” Kili lamented theatrically. “But if you call your adad, he will come to your rescue!” he addressed his daughter, putting the emphasis on the most important word. 

“Gaaaaa!” Minasel clapped her hands and squealed in joy.

“She clearly does not want to be rescued,” Tauriel replied with a mock frown with a mischievous glint in her eye and turned her attention back to her little treasure. “Minasel likes to be with her nana*, isn’t it right, my wildflower? We are having so much fun! You,” Tauriel put her finger on her daughter’s nose, “and me, your nana,” she spoke slowly, taking her daughter’s tiny hand into her and putting it on her own nose. 

This was enough to make Minasel enjoy the new game and she started exploring her mother’s face only to grab a braid at her temple. Kili chuckled. That was Tauriel’s dwarven marriage braid, similar to the one he wore in his hair. He still remembered the horror on Uncle Thorin’s and King Thranduil’s faces when he presented his bride to them during an official meeting of the two cantankerous rulers. 

His and Tauriel’s secret marriage was the cleverest thing he has ever done! When the gazes of both kings met, their brows furrowed, he understood what an impossible feat he’d achieved: they finally agreed on something! So what if it pertained to him marrying Tauriel, an union of an elf and a dwarf that no one had ever heard of. Besides, his lovely wife’s belly was already a bit on the round side. It was definitely something to be proud of, no matter if he had to withstand Fili’s pointed looks for a fortnight afterwards. The bottom line was, both Uncle Thorin and King Thranduil had to swallow that frog and acknowledge their marriage.

And now he had his beloved wife and daughter by his side, both of them enjoying their closeness, giggling together, while he… Well, he had a mission to accomplish.

“Ri! Ri! Ri!” Minasel informed her parents.

“Ori is going to visit you tomorrow, sweetling,” he sat closer to his wife, letting her rest against his shoulder. The young dwarf was a frequent visitor at their home, spoiling their daughter with new games, toys and treats since she arrived into the world. Kili looked at her happy face and admitted to himself that he couldn’t blame him. “Until then, you will have plenty of fun with your adad and amad,” he continued.

“Your daddy wanted to say: nana and ada,” Tauriel teased with a grin, using the elvish words instead of their Khuzdul equivalents.

Now on Tauriel’s lap, Minasel blinked, looked at her father, then at her mother, took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

No sound came out.

“I think she wanted to say adad,” Kili whispered to his wife.

“Nana. She was about to say nana,” Tauriel corrected him with a grin. “Isn’t it, cupcake?” She asked her baby daughter. There was no reply, only that intent stare.

“It was adad,” he was sure of it.

“Nana. It is easier to pronounce, you know,” Tauriel pecked him on his cheek and lovingly ruffled her daughter’s hair. “Or maybe you’d like to try something harder? How about: My daddy is the handsomest dwarf in the world?”

Kili couldn’t help himself and stole a quick kiss from his wife. “Or My mommy is the most beautiful Elf-maid under the starry skies of Arda?” Another peck followed.

Minasel tilted her head slightly. Clearly her parents were playing some unknown game. She decided it was time to try again. A deep breath, and she was ready. She could make it! She remembered the word! It was on the tip of her tongue!

“Zaaaa…. gaaa…. rî!” said Minasel and giggled proudly. She did it! She finally did it!

And then Kili started laughing. He laughed so much that he almost forgot to breathe, taking his little gem into his arms and kissing her forehead.

“My little warrior of a girl! Just like her Mommy!” he exclaimed with pride.

“Zagarî*?” Tauriel pronounced the Khuzdul word carefully. “What did she just say?”

“Sword, she sort of said... sword,” he laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Must have heard it from Uncle or Dwalin!”

“Perfect!” Tauriel beamed, “Now we know what we are going to give her when she comes of age!” she turned to her little one. Laughing, the girl wrapped her tiny fingers around her mother’s index finger. It was a good, strong grip. 

“Adad and nana will give you the best zagarî in Rhovanion!” Tauriel explained to her daughter with tenderness in her voice.

“A… a… a!” agreed Minasel, stretching her arms out to her parents.

In that moment, while embracing the two most important women in his life, Kili decided that his mission was accomplished.

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Adad - (Khuzdul) father Amad - (Khuzdul) - mother Ada - (Elvish) daddy Nana - (Elvish) mommy Amrâlimê - my love Zagarî - (Khuzdul) sword

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[cassiabaggins]

Playing Swords

A/N: A little drabble I wrote for @deathlikessodaandpizza ! Hope you all enjoy!

Minasel lowers her practice sword, wiping her brow. Even a half elf can get exhausted from over an hour of drilling in the humid Gondorian air. She walks over to the jug of water left on the benches at the edge of the training ground and takes a long desperate drink. She downs about half of it, before taking the rest and pouring it over head. The cool water runs down her back and she shivers a bit at the contrast from the hot air, shaking herself like a dog. She hears a soft little laugh and straightens up, brushing her wet hair out of her eyes. There's a little boy watching her with wide eyes and a gap toothed smile. He's young, maybe five? Minasel isn't sure, she has difficulty with human aging. He looks familiar, too. She frowns, thinking. Then it dawns on her. He's the young prince of Gondor, Faronion. 

"You're all wet!" He laughs. Minasel smiles at his infectious joy.

"I am."

"Nana gets mad when I get all wet in the fountain," he says. 

"You probably shouldn't get your clothes wet unless you've been training hard all day, like me," she informs him.

Faronion thinks on that, his chubby face screwed up. "So, if I play swords with you, Nana won't be mad that I'm wet?"

Minasel notices he is quite damp, his feet bare and a streak of mud on his cheek. He must have been splashing in the fountain beneath the white tree. She smiles.

"Well, we can certainly try."

Faronion beams from ear to ear. "Yay!"

[alixlestrange]

Ao3 Feed The hobbit (Middle Earth)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3kCud7R

by Midnight_Rainstorm

Kili has gone out to drink with friends, but, hours later, and he is still not home. Tauriel is about to go out to get her husband, but comes up with an idea when their daughter, Minasel, offers to help. Now, Minasel is set on a mission to locate her father and bring him home safe and sound.

Words: 4007, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Kíli (Tolkien), Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Relationships: Kíli (Tolkien)/Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Additional Tags: kiliel - Freeform, Original Character(s), Children of Characters, Drunkenness, Alcohol, One Shot, Drunken Shenanigans, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Father-Daughter Relationship, Humor

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3kCud7R

[userstool]

♡ mina users with french words ♡

@/bonmyoui (+ bonjour = “hello" or "good day") @/myounit (+ bonne nuit = “good night”) @/minanoir (+ noir = “black”) @/myouiture (+ couture = “sewing”) @/myouisse (+ vichyssoise = “soup“) @/myouisou (+ bisou = “kiss”) @/myouiIIe (LL = ii) (+ citrouille = “pumpkin”) @/myouicot (+ coquelicot = “poppy”) (sorry) @/myouiable / myouible (+ inoubliable = “unforgettable”) @/minaousse (+ pamplemousse = “grapefruit”) (mess sorry) @/myouiner (+ peaufiner = “refine”) @/minavoirs (+ voir + [s]) = “see”) @/minatoile (+ étoile = “star”) @/myouichat (+ chat = “cat”) @/myouiere (+ lumière = “light”) @/soleilmina (+ soleil = “sun”) @/minaselle (+ mademoiselle = “miss”) @/minadeux / deuxmina (+ deux = “two”) @/myouisson (+ poisson = “fish”)

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if you use any of these please tell me!

[cassiabaggins]

@deathlikessodaandpizza minasel????

Someone please draw Tauriel and Kili’s cowboy/girl love child. PLEASE.

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

Children of Middle Earth Chapter 19: Minasel's Final Battle

Its finally here...

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

Minasel: yeah, I know people consider my adad good looking, and some have even become his admirers. It doesn’t really bother me any, but some of his “fans” get really possessive at times.

Cut to Minasel, guarding Kili and swinging her sword in front of her, while a group of feral women try to get past her: GET BACK! BACK, I SAY!

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

“You two are adorable.”

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Wanted to draw some Kili with his daughter, Minasel. This was just a little idea I had that, if Kili were alive, he would gift Minasel a dog to help with her anxiety and depression. The dog is a Great Pyrenees, who Minasel names Oblivion, Destroyer of Worlds. Although, the only thing this dog can destroy are the hearts of all that comes across him (and maybe a couple of Kili’s shoes).

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

Thank you for tagging me @cassiabaggins !!! Here is the last line from the latest chapter of my fanfic, Children of Middle Earth:

“Trust me, my dear friend, Minasel. This is going to work.”

Tag: @estethell @lathalea @theresonlyzuul @imhereforthefluff @shrimpsthings @star-boy-blue

Last Line Tag Game

Rules: Post the last line you wrote (from any wip) and tag the same number of people as there are words.

I was tagged by @fanfictiongreenirises 😊❤️

This is from a new wip I’ve literally just started. I just finished the outline and am now writing it out. I’m super duper excited for it because I’ve never written a substantial piece for the 11th Doctor before, I hope I actually finish it

It was snowing. At sea.

I’m tagging @fabulouspotatosister, @kisstherainwriting, @pistachoz, @polliwogboi, and @queerconfusionthings (there’s absolutely no pressure to do this though!!)

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

Faronion, in full costume: Minasel, why aren’t you wearing a costume?

Minasel, in her regular clothes: I am wearing a costume.

Faronion: oh yeah? Then what are you supposed to be?

Minasel: an orphan.

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

📏 for fuyumi and minasel!

📏: How tall are you?

Minasel: I’m 5’4”. It’s honestly frustrating being the height I am. I’m either too tall to be a dwarf, or too short to be an elf. People will pick out anything to comment on.

~

📏: How tall are you?

Fuyumi: I’m 5’2”. I believe I get my height from my biological father, since the parents I grew up with were both fairly tall. I honestly don’t mind though. It just makes the warm hugs Avdol gives me all the more special.

~

Bonus Scene:

Minasel: I haven’t seen you here before. Who are you?

Fuyumi: my names Fuyumi Cho. I am somewhat new to all of this.

Minasel: well, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Minasel Durin, Daughter of Kili and Tauriel, at your service.

Fuyumi: the pleasure is all mine, and, my, aren’t you polite! I’m just glad to be involved in all of this.

Minasel: it might be a lot at first, but you will get used to it. Although, just be prepared for when they ask the real personal questions.

Fuyumi: I’m sure I can handle it.

[ilovedainironfoot]

MINASEL AND THE FATHERS OF DWARVES ( part 2)

Minasel belongs to @deathlikessodaandpizza​ !!!!

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The convoy arrived late in the afternoon and Minasel soon realized that they were eagerly awaited as they were received by the entire royal family of the Ironfist clan, all dressed in the most beautiful outfits. Yes, the convoy received an incredible welcome. The thought that the Longbeards, to which she belonged, seemed to be held in such great respect by the rest of the Dwarf Kingdoms made her heart swell with pride. Elves and Humans often underestimate how respected Durin and his clan are among the Dwarves

Besides her heart had missed a jump as soon as she had seen the king in the distance: minnow eyes! Although his beard was brown with black highlights, Minasel took this as a good omen: she was in the right place, Aulë was guiding her !

Everything had happened very quickly. Well, very fast for Minasel who, as she saw the moment of confrontation between her and Haar coming, would have liked time to pass a little more slowly. The negotiations, although they lasted until nightfall, passed like a flash. 

To say that a banquet in their honor was prepared is an understatement, but frankly Minasel's thoughts were elsewhere. She saw nothing of the mountain of food prepared for them, nor the welcome gifts, nor the lanterns hung like garlands. The music and dancing did not reach her ears.

She was desperately looking for blue.

Many times she thought she would find but the blue hair was nothing like described in the book. It was dark blue like a cloudless evening, when the stars are not yet there and the sun has barely set. It was the blue of a still lake or a rain-tinted sky.

But no ocean blue.

Lost in her thoughts, she thought back to a paragraph in the book that she had managed to decipher after spending three evenings on it : "...Parents recognize their children as their children recognize them....infinite centuries reflected in their eyes...."

Well, that didn't help her much since no one in the crowd was radiating the wisdom given by the centuries. At worst she could see drunkenness in their eyes. She wasn't going to beat around the bush and turned to the king :

“Is Errob, Father of the Ironfists, in your Kingdom?" 

Say yes say yes say yes say yes...

“I'm afraid not, my lady.”

Nooooooooooooooooooooooo !!!

Minasel sulked for the rest of the evening, but the next day began to search for information at dawn. No dwarf, whether among the first children of Aulë or not, would escape her. Like, SO.NOT ! She would find them all, one by one, by the skin of the ass if necessary, tell them that she is half-breed and would break their face if they are not happy and that's it ! 

She clung to that little word: bell and climbed to the top of the city, where the bells in question are in full view. Perhaps there she would find a clue? Or come on, let's be crazy, Errob?

The view was magnificent: the ramparts extended in width over a hundred meters, and arcades cut the square in the middle. Hanging from the arches of these arcades were large bells of about three meters in diameter. The Dwarves who were in charge of them had free will to decorate them, Minasel understood. Two of them were engraved on every millimeter of metal and rainwater seeped into the engravings like little rivers. When it moved, the bell glowed with the colors of the rainbow. Another bell was studded with precious stones and the glow of dawn made it shine all the way to the lower floors. 

Then Minasel's gaze fell on a completely shapeless bell whose sound must have resembled the fart of a sick cow. Seriously, it was so ugly that no dwarf would have been proud to hang it, let alone ring it. In fact, no dwarf would have dared to show it and would have died of shame at the idea of having done such a thing. It was built in the wrong way, it looked as if it had melted and that's without mentioning the decorations on it. There were so many bumps and cracks and crevices that it must have had Orc heads smashed into it. As for the "decorations", a trained eye would recognize the carvings but an inexperienced person would simply say that the bell was...JUST F%@]ING  UGLY.

However, this bell was hung among the others, more wonderful, more magnificent and there really was no logical explanation.

On the outside of the arcades, it was free for all Dwarves and visitors, except at lunchtime and in the evening unless you wanted to get bloody ears. On the other hand, inside the arcades where the square of the ramparts extended, there was a construction site: the construction site of the bells. Minasel identified three bells in preparation. The first was in the first stage: several dwarfs were preparing the internal mold of the future bell. It is as if they were making an upside down vase, but the earth used is a mixture of sand, clay, horse hair and manure. After letting it dry, a layer of wet sand will be added, then a layer of wax. Farther away from them, a dozen dwarves were dipping bronze ingots into a huge glowing vat before pouring the molten metal between the inner and outer molds of the second bell. 

Finally, at the end of the ramparts the third bell was in its final stage: the tuning of the sound. Each bell emitting five harmonics, it is necessary to polish at various places inside to obtain the desired sounds. Two dwarfs were in charge of this. Between the sounds of the construction site there were laughs, jokes and sometimes beautiful insults due to burning.

Minasel approached the first group. (Dwarf safety rule number 1:  NEVER approach a dwarf who is holding anything BURNING in his hands, there is too much chance of getting it in the face if you mess up his work by your presence)

“"Okay, Mina, maybe with a different approach...Greetings ! I’m from Erebor and and I'm looking for...I'm looking for a dwarf with blue hair !”

The dwarves looked at each other : “Well, that doesn't help us much with your description, m’lady ! The Ironfists clan often has blue in their beards ! I don't know who you're looking for, but do you have anything else to find them ? What’s the name ?” answered one of them

Frankly if she could avoid suspicions it was convenient for her, already that she had succeeded in dodging the king’s questions without diplomatic incident,  it’s not now that she was going to spill the beans : “....uuuuuh...I don’t know.”

“Okay’ well, D’you know from which family then ?” another added

“...uuuh..no ?”

“A tattoo ?”

“...no...”

“A particular jewel ?”

Minasel shook her head. Even if they didn't ask why, if she told them it was Lord Errob, the Father of their clan, that she wanted to see, there would be questions and she didn't want to answer them. Anyway she didn't really plan to lie, just plan to keep quiet about her intentions.

“How can I put it...he has blue hair and  minnow eyes...and uh...I was told he likes bells (I may have misunderstood maybe he actually hates them!) “

“Aye ! We've got a guy who looks just like that! Check out our buddies at the polish over there!”

Minasel thought her heart missed a beat and her lungs stopped breathing. She ran her tongue over her suddenly parched lips and in a tiny voice asked: “Oh...great...what...what’s the name of the dwarf then ?”

“Errob.”

She felt the ground sway under her feet and forced herself to take a deep breath.

“You’re okay, m’lady ?”

“YES ! Yes ! I’m fine ! I..i’ll go then ! Thanks for your help ! WAIT !! What’s with that...horrifying ugly bell over here ?”

“This one ? Oh nothing much ! The dwarf you want, Master Errob, hung it himself. There were kids who wanted to learn how to make bells like us so he couldn't say no. They were little wee lad, not even old enough to have their first pickaxe , so they couldn't do much. But they were so proud that we still hung their creation. But yeah, it's ugly.”

The place they had designated was the third bell except...there were only two dwarfs and not one ounce of blue hair. But hey, she finally had a lead and even if her legs were shaking she would go! 

  “Excuse-me ! Greetings Masters Dwarfs ! I'm looking for one of you who would answer to the name of Master Errob ?”

A voice rang out from inside the huge bell : “AYE ! THAT’S ME !”

With the bell hanging at head height, she didn't expect anyone to be inside ! An ocean blue braid, the width of an arm, tumbled out of the bell, followed by a upside down head : “Greeting ! What can I do for you my dear ?”

A second passed during which Minasel found herself unable to react. Errob's eyes were looking into hers and seemed to probe her, crinkling slightly at what they saw. The left emerald eye sparkled with curiosity while the right warm amber eye detailed her.

"from the evil spells he protects his People with his amber eye” wasn’t an empty phrase. You could read this dwarf like an open book and in return he could guess everything about you. Your thoughts. Your fears. Your doubts.  At least that's the feeling he gave. Yet there was only benevolence in her eyes, only silent curiosity. His voice also sounded strange, as if the question he had just asked was not one and he already knew what you were doing there. A slight Khuzdul accent could be heard in his words and he pronounced the letter "d" as a tinkle. Errob pronounced the p, b and d as tinkles. The hair and his beard were true to the description in the book: both were braided into one braid and the blue was more than ocean. It was as if he had every shade of blue possible: the dark blue of the waves on a stormy day, the soft blue of the calm sea, the gray blue of cloudy days. it was waves, gentle and furious at the same time.

And it seemed very very very very very very very soft. Incredibly soft. Minasel had the great temptation to plunge her hands into the hair. Just touch it a liiiiiiiittle bit. 

Okay. She has just found Errob, maybe it’s not the right Errob but if all of this is a coincidence, that’s too much !

“The truth is, Master Errob, that I’m looking for someone named Haar and I have reasons to think that you might know where i could find him.”

The dwarf raised an eyebrow : “My husband ?”

Minasel took a deep breath “Do not start to dance. Do not start to dance. DO.NOT.START.TO.DANCE !”

“Yes.”

“I have not a clue my dear.”

“WHAT ?”

Errob smiled : “What ? You think you are the first one to go to me in order to find my love ? Many did before you.”

“BUT YOU ARE HUSBANDS ???”

“Yeah, they all answered that and as always I answer with : we are husband, not bunches of grapes. We don’t have to know everything the other do, y’know ?”

“BUT I NEED TO TALK TO HIM !”

“Too bad for you.”

“Can you send him a message ?”

“No.”

“WHYYYY ?”

“I’m too busy but look, we planned to see each other the next month, if you have time to wait until then...”

“ A MONTH ? NO !”

Errob chuckled : ”Fine, fine ! The best way  to put your hand on him is to go looking on the others construction sites. There are fifteen of them here, good luck.”

“What does he look like ?”

“Guess.”

“WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE PLEEEAAASE ????”

“He is handsome.”

“WHAT.DOES.HE.LOOK.LIKE.PLEASE ?”

“Bald.”

“OH COME ON !”

“Believe me, handsome is enough to recognize him.”

“I ! YOU ! WHERE ? WHY DON’T YOU.....????? ” Minasel sighed, trying to calm herself. The blue-haired dwarf was trying not to laugh. “Fine. Thanks you for your time Master Errob.”

“Good luck my dear.” no need to say that he stayed the entire conversation upside down.

He looked at her moving away. After twenty minutes a dwarf arrived, his clothes covered with dust.

“Hi My Love. Let me finish some little details and I’m ready for breakfast. What did you bring this time ?”

With a big smile, Haar answered : “Everything you like.”

@shrimpsthings​ @flowerieta​ @drippingmoon​

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

I was serious when I mentioned I missed my old ocs. So, it’s time to redraw the family that never was that still has my heart

“Adad! You embarrass me!”

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Haven’t drawn these three in awhile! I missed them!

Also thinking of what could be

[deathlikessodaandpizza]

Faronion’s little sister, Aerloth, loves being told stories and loves when they are being acted out right in front of her, but she doesn’t like when Minasel plays damsels or Faronion plays heroes (she’s really picky about that). So, Minasel and Faronion decide the best course of action is to switch places, with Faronion stealing one of his mother’s gowns and Minasel using her father’s coat.

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It’s been awhile since I digitally drew a picture, but my roommate recommended a drawing app to use on my phone and even gave me a couple of styluses for it, so I decided to try it out.