#Taffia

[pembrokewkorgi]

Laffi and Taffi

A commission I did of Laffi hanging out with a possum named Taffi. (Commissioned by Zyro)

[coolection-by-chick]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Bebe Read Taffia trench with black buttons.

[guatemama-draws]

Some little shenanigans with my zoras because I feel like it

[guatemama-satanael]

These two know all the tea and will gossip about it. It's an equivalent exchange 😌

Battle of Wits

@guatemama-satanael & I were talking about our respective characters, and determined Taffia & Comu would get along really well.

[thegirlwithtwopersonalities]

Perle dall’internet

[dragon-fics]

DOS: Crashed [1/2] (Injured Dragoness X Female Elf/Reader)

Chapter summary: You're an elven healer who lives in the heart of a forest. One day when you are reading a book, you here an impact outside your home. You look out to see a dragoness in urgent need of medical attention.

I've lived in this forest for nigh ten years, caring for injured and ill animals and studying the natural remedies the forest could provide--along with making my own from what the forest provided. I've never been a town elf. Always wanting to be at one with nature. So when I was old enough, I moved away from my parents and stayed here. And all though no other elves live in this forest, or anywhere near it for that matter, I'm not alone. Small lizards and birds visit me every day, as do some cats. And bigger birds bring me news from wherever they've just travelled from. It's a quiet life, but it's rarely dull.

Almost every day I come across a sick or injured animal--sometimes more than one. But that morning, no animal had come to me with news of any creature being injured, and so I was relaxing, reading up on dragon anatomy. The sun shone in through the windows of my home--which is in the trunk of a tree. I sipped on my herbal tea, its light scent filling my nostrils. My eyes never left my book, even as I went to put my cup down on the table. And then I felt it. My entire home shook as I heard a loud thud outside. It shook for a few seconds, before standing still again.

I'll admit, I was shaken. Nothing like that had ever happened before here in the forest. So what had happened? I put my book down carefully on the table beside my chair, as to not place it in the puddle of herbal tea that had spilt while the tree shook. I walked over to one of the round windows to get a look at the ground. A shallow, wide ridge had been dug into the ground as if a giant had started to till the ground with his plough. I looked down the length of the ridge, noticing a long, thick, pink furry tail. I gasped; it must have been one of the migrating dragons that flew from the west to get to one of their biannual meetings in the middle of the land.

I spun around quickly, rushing toward my pack full of bandages, healing gels and creams, and my healing spellbook. I rushed out of my home and down the spiralling wooden stairs until I reached the forest floor. I ran along the ridge in the ground--my leather pack hitting my thigh with each bounding step. And then I reached the large reptile. Its feathered wings were sprawled out over the ground and its entire body was heaving; its breathing laboured. I noticed several long, deep cuts on its legs and wings, probably because of it hitting branches on its way down. Black dragon blood oozed from the wounds, staining its fur and feathers. I slowly made my way towards its roughly triangular head. It had tuffs of dark pink feathers under its lilac horns, telling me it was a female.

I slowly got down on one knee. She released a low growl, which made my heart race. I took a deep breath.

"I'm not here to hurt you," I soothed. "I'm here to help you." Her growling stopped, but she didn't open her eyes. I took off my pack and put it near to her nostrils, which were still drawing in breath vigorously.

Her breaths halted as she took a sniff of the pack. She opened her eyes, one looking straight at me, an icy blue sapphire looking straight at me. Her pupils were narrow slits--she was in pain.

Finally, she spoke. "Where did you get these remedies?" She asked warily.

"I made them myself. I got the ingredients from the forest around me." I said. She thought for a few moments.

"All right then," she agreed quietly. She moved the wings closer to her body. She winced with every movement and brought them down, so I could inspect them. I had a look at her nearest wing. I noticed small fragments of bark and branches inside some cuts.

"So, what's your name?" I said as I opened my pack and took out a vial of spirit alcohol and spilled some on my hand, before rubbing it all over my two hands.

"Taffia," she breathed.

"All right, Taffia, I'm going to try to get the pieces of wood out of your wounds, all right?" She let out an acknowledging hum. I picked around inside of the wounds that had bark or wood in them. She whimpered every time I touched her flesh, and I felt bad every time, apologising. After I was done, I rubbed one of my natural healing gels onto her wounds.

She hummed, satisfied. "That's soothing," she sighed, as the gel cooled the wounds. I smiled to myself and continued to rub some on the rest of her wounds.

Once she was ready, I led Taffia to a cave, hidden beneath mounds of moss and grass. She stayed there while she healed. Over the next few weeks, I got to know her better. As I had suspected, she had been flying from the west, to meet up with other young dragons and dragonesses who would compete to find a mate. She had travelled day and night to get this far, and so she crashed out of exhaustion and with the cuts to her wings, it would be much too taxing for her to continue on her journey.

She seemed to enjoy her stop in the forest; she liked the serenity of the forest. She could lie around as she pleased, and she would catch fish daily to keep herself fed. She really was making herself at home here and she didn't seem to be in any rush to get back home, even after her wings were completely healed. Though I didn't mind; it's better to have a friend than to not have one, right? We'd spend most of our evenings together, exchanging stories of our childhoods. She'd tell me of the places she had visited on other journeys around the land; they almost made me jealous at me not having wings.

One night, after sitting in one of the large clearings to watch the sunset, we parted ways, and I got ready for bed. I lay in bed for a while, thinking about what I had achieved today, along with recognising some feelings I had developed for Taffia, though I couldn't quite put my finger on what I was feeling. Maybe it was friendship with s creature that could talk? Or...?

And then I was interrupted from my thoughts. I could hear creaking on the stairs up to my home, it sounded as though three or more steps would be stepped on at once. I listened closely to the creaking. And then the door to my home opened. I silently got out of bed and searched for something to defend myself with, but there was nothing to use; I'm a healer, not a warrior or anything else of the sort.

I saw a dark figure look towards my bedroom through the arch that joined the kitchen to my bedroom. The figure was a tall and burly male. The figure lifted his and waved it forward, signalling two other men to go towards the arch. I froze; the other two were as big and burly as the first one I saw. They went for my arms and dragged me out of my home with ease. I wriggled against their grip, but they kept a firm hold on my forearms. I have never been as scared as I was in that moment. My stomach was sick with fear, my heart was racing and tears ran down my face.

I tried to relax my breathing; I needed to think... Taffia!

I wriggled once more. "Taffia!" I screamed. "Taffia!"

The leader who had been walking behind me and the other bandits chuckled. "There's no one around here, sweetheart. Just us," he smirked. When we reached the end of the stairs, I heard wings, heavy wings. Taffia. She swooped down low, roaring. The deafening sound made the bandits run like the wind. Taffia landed beside me and snorted. One bandit turned around, and she snapped her mouth shut at him.

She stood proudly beside me. "Are you all right, (Y/N)?" She asked, lowering her head down to me.

"Yeah, I'm ok."

[kohaive]

MORE doodles though I did a lot of this in the past week

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[alexisdayhmu]

Dydd hwyl Dewi hapus! Happy St David's Day to all my Welsh friends. #proudtobewelsh #wales #stdavidsday #taffia

[kirkflyingvet]

My HMP Parc G4S £500,000 Damages Claim Blocked by the Taffia

My HMP Parc G4S £500,000 Damages Claim Blocked by the Taffia

10-02-21-application-for-disclosure-by-cps-r-1Download Trouble at Mill

[guatemama-satanael]

I love how Taffia takes no shit from ocossu AND express returns it back it's HILARIOUS

Rescue (14)

Comu & Taffia reunite!

Featuring @guatemama-satanael & @kenneduck

[adoriesdesigns]

SALE Colonial,Civil War,Victorian,costume Long drawstring SKIRT Yellow and white checked Taffia,Handmade

[coolection-by-chick]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Bebe Read Taffia trench with black buttons.

[scrabblebot]

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[dragon-fics]

DOS: Crashed [2/2] (Taffia X Female Elf/Reader)

Chapter summary: Taffia has chosen to protect you since the bandits have attacked, and she very rarely leaves your side. One day when you decide to make yourself a cool refreshing drink, you accidentally cut yourself. This triggers something inside Taffia, something that changes you both of you forever.

Note: GAY COUPLE AHEAD! DON'T LIKE IT? THEN LEAVE!

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It has been about a month since the bandits tried to kidnap me, and Taffia still hasn't relaxed. I haven't heard anything from the creatures that visit me about the men, whether they were near or in the forest. So, I'm presuming that Taffia scared them off for good. But Taffia wasn't convinced. She's constantly watching me, and following me; making sure I'm never alone. She even sleeps at the base of my tree. At the start, I was all right with it, as I had been pretty badly shaken after my incident with the men. But now? Now, it's just annoying.

Time after time I've gone out to gather food or ingredients for remedies and Taffia would follow. She'd about three paces behind me, her head looming over me like a pink cloud. Often enough I'd have to go into areas of the forest only big enough for a human or elf to pick berries or gather leaves. And Taffia would try to squeeze in beside me, usually getting stuck in brambles and scratched by their thorns, or she'd get her wings stuck between tree branches. It was frustrating because I then had to clean her scratches and put ointment on them after.

And then there was the time I needed to take a nap because I woke up in the middle of the night to heal a poor injured gryphon. It had been a lengthy procedure, so I needed to catch up on my sleep. I had only been asleep for about an hour when I heard something big and heavy hit the side of my house. I sat up with a jolt and got out of bed. I rushed to the door, thinking another creature had flown into my house. I opened the door to see Taffia clinging onto the wooden platform in front of my door, her wings sprawled out to keep balance. Her head was a few inches away from my own. I heard the wooden plank creak from under her. She gave me a nervous smile as half of the plank broke, splinters flew everywhere. I let out a shriek and shielded my face with my arm. I looked at Taffia, who was now hovering by my door. I took a deep breath.

"What is it, Taffia?" I asked, trying to act as concerned as possible. Her icy blue eyes looked straight back at me,

"I wanted to make sure you were all right?" She responded, concerned. "I haven't seen you since this morning."

I sighed. "I appreciate your concern," I started, "but I was in the middle of a nap."

Taffia dropped her gaze. "Oh... sorry." No sooner had she said the words, she flew down to the base of the tree. She lay down, wrapping her tail around a tree root.

"Taffia" I begged quietly. I thought about racing after her, but she seemed to pout, and I was still tired. I settled that I'd apologise to her later. And I did and so did she, but she didn't ease up on her protectiveness.

I've somewhat gotten used to it but I still find it annoying that I can't have time to myself, but maybe over time, she'll leave me alone and deem that the world is safe again.

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It had been a very warm week, and I wanted a refreshing, fruity drink. So, I gathered berries, star fruit, dragon fruit and star apples to make a sweet, refreshing drink. Taffia was right behind me, which was a habit that would not change soon. I picked a few of each fruit so I could have a nice breakfast tomorrow and make a few batches of the drink for later. Taffia found it rather strange that there was fruit named after dragons--because dragons rarely eat fruit, though she admitted that it looked similar to the ancient Fire Dragons' flaming egg. I brought the fruit back to my house where I prepared it. I was near the end of cutting a star fruit when accidently I cut myself. I sucked in air between my teeth.

"Ow!" I hissed. I spun around to get my box of healing ointments and bandages for people. I had just put the box on my table when my door swung open. I jumped back in fright. In my doorway, I saw a female, pink winged angel with lilac horns sprouting up between her magenta locks of hair. She had icy blue eyes, and her skin had a rosy hue. She wore a taffy wrap dress that ended at the knee. Her looks left me speechless.

"(Y/N)!" Taffia's voice came from her lips. "What happened?" She asked. She took my cut hand and looked at my finger.

"Taffia?" I questioned. She looked at me.

"Yes, (Y/N), it's me," she said, looking at me. She undid the clasps on the box and rummaged inside.

"Wait, I have to clean it first," I said interrupting her search. I walked over to the sink. I turned on the tap and let it run for a few seconds before putting my finger under it. Once the wound was clean, I sat at the table and picked out a cotton ball and some tape from the box. I cut off some tape and held the cotton ball to my cut. I looked up to Taffia.

"Could you put the tape around my finger?" I asked. She took the piece of tape and wrapped it over the cotton ball and around my finger. "Thanks," I uttered and closed the box before putting it away. "So, how did this"--I gestured to Taffia's humanoid body--"happen? And why haven't you used this form before?" I asked, sitting back down.

"Honestly, I'm not sure," she started. "I just felt you were hurt and came up here. I felt something inside me spread through me and now I'm like this." She paused. I saw that she wanted to tell me something, but she as was scared.

"Taffia, what is it?" I asked, grabbing her hand. She looked at me and took my hands in hers.

"(Y/N)... I love you. And I think this form was an act of magic, an act that brings us together or that shows us that we are meant to be together." I looked up at her. I felt something inside, like I had found myself by hearing those words. Taffia looked away. I rose slowly to my feet and held her cheek.

"I love you too, Taffia."

[kohaive]

sketches to get used to drawing a character for an animatic AND the world’s worst holdup dude

[kirkflyingvet]

Huge Amount of My Legal Data Wiped

Huge Amount of My Legal Data Wiped

The Taffia is rattled