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sick-ada · 7 months ago
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do you ever wonder what the inkopolis population thought when pearl and marina flew over with a fleet of helicopters holding speakers, a stage, and several dozen bombs?
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gojinka · 3 months ago
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🚧💫
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storyofmychoices · 14 days ago
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Mal is so proud! 🥰🥰🥰
He literally tells everyone every day that Daenarya loves him and he did that. After like the first 3 days, everyone is just like WE KNOW! But he doesn't care, he's just so happy. He is going to be a nervous wreck when Iliana is born.
This is probably my most pointless commission but I saw a reference photo and it felt so much like them that I had to ask the lovely @weetlebeetle to sketch it for me! ❤️❤️❤️
[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 1 + Beyond] [Mal’s Orphanage] [Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 2 AU]
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chrisacloudlover · 9 months ago
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I will dare to just leave it here cuz idk I like what I made and I was bored.
Good time of the day, by the way.
pls dont judge I know I am bad at drawing :)
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rjschoicesstuff · 6 months ago
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My Blades mc Rex in the future
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lexicals · 2 years ago
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[ID: 2 digital drawings of a spider-sona character - the same piece is shown in 2 different palettes. They have a medium build and are wearing a spider-man esque body suit, but with a loose sleeveless shirt, shorts, and a black net/lace cloak over the top. They're posed mid-motion, one arm up and one down as they pull out a length of web between their fingers, which is attached to some kind of spherical device fixed to one wrist. Behind them is a swirl of purples and pinks. The first palette is mostly monochrome grey, black and white with a few red accents, while the second is mostly red and black with orange accents. End ID.]
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I finally made one o those funny spidersonas :> Their name is weaver and they specialise in spinning different kinds of webs for different purposes!
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phaaz · 1 year ago
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Need a Mal and MC art pls ♥️🥹
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hug your resident short king
(ft my oc Frey)
pose ref from Kibbitzer
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tinybitofart · 7 months ago
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hi chat!! theres bugs in my skin
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ask-leftovers-squad · 4 months ago
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yaoi or yuri
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mercurymarss · 5 months ago
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goth cassidy!!
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for a roblox group contest the contest is draw your oc in their opposite style so cassidy is goth
the group is called art gallery thats why its called art gallery
yay!
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silyabeeodess · 4 months ago
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FusionFall Fic: A Nostalgic View
Feet dangling in the air from several stories above the metropolis, Silya felt remarkably calm. Though the sky was empty, the vast cityscape glistened beneath her like stars reflected on a wide lake. The open-aired, underground mall was directly under her, and Townsville Hall beyond that. Past the historic building was the Great Machine and a small patch of woods cutting the area off from the nearby outskirts. She couldn't see it, but she knew that further on still stood Charles Darwin Middle School, the Endsville nuclear plant, the Treehouse in Sector V... She wasn't a city-girl, but there was something about this view that felt like home.
Finding a truly quiet, isolated place anywhere within the City was a miracle. The young woman sat on a closed section of the Slider's track. It had been left untouched practically since the very start of the war, with maintenance efforts instead constantly focused on the main rails that ran all the way from Marquee Row to Peach Creek. Fusion Fighters regularly used these types of unmanned paths as short cuts, but this one saw very little traffic so far out from City Station. It was the perfect place for her to rest unbothered.
Well, she wasn't completely to herself. A light on her belt brightened as one of her nanos flew out of their chip to hover beside her. Golden pigtails fluttered in the wind while a pair of big, blue eyes stared at Silya innocently, "Is something wrong?"
"No, Plum, I'm fine," she shook her head at her Dee Dee nano. "I'm just feeling a little... reflective, that's all."
"About what?" The tiny doppelganger of her boss' sister floated down to rest her head on the young woman's thigh. Sometimes, she could be every bit as nosy as the real Dee Dee was, but in this case, Silya didn't mind.
"Just that I think I've grown up some," she answered.
It was hard for her to think of how far she'd come, both figuratively and literally. To have come from her small hometown of Farmville to then work as a research participant in Tech Square. To go from a child practically forbidden from leaving her own backyard to fighting fusion monsters across the world. She remembered wanting to be in the KND and living too far away to even talk to any sector, let alone join one. She remembered the Broccoloid invasion and that she'd been forced to stay inside the house, only to find out nearly every kid for miles had fought them off alongside the Powerpuff Girls. She remembered a time when her best friends were her toys and the cartoon characters she watched on TV. It was hard to call her that same little girl anymore.
"In what way...?" asked a harsh voice in a disbelieving tone just as a second stream of light—this time red—entered Silya's vision.
Ghost was her Hex nano, appropriately named for how often he tended to ghost out on the team at the worst of times. Not unlike some of her other teammates, however, he seemed to enjoy making an appearance when it meant getting the change to make a dig at her. A third, blue light would follow after him as Bola, her Coco nano, also zipped into view.
"If you think you've matured, I dread to know what you were like as a child!" the small, skull-painted face mouthed at her.
"Coco!" added the bird-like creature, flying alongside her head to pointedly level a wing above her scalp.
"Last week, you and Dexter went to pick up spare parts and got confused for twelve-year-olds." Plum was quick to add.
"I get it..."
"You were wearing a Chiisai Baani Baani t-shirt and that Sassy Cat jacket."
"I get it! Thank you, guys!"
Plum and Bola started laughing, the latter flopping over Silya's head as she fought to catch her breath. Silya just pouted. It was no small secret that she and Dex were two of the shortest and more baby-faced members of the staff at Dexlabs. New faces at the company always made a guessing game of their real ages. It was an issue only made more prominent when their more childish interests showed on the surface. Dexter was still a big fan of the Justice Friends and had a collection of action figures. Silya still liked cartoons and playing on the swings at the park.
So... maybe a few things hadn't changed.
Despite the teasing, a soft smile eventually found its way back onto her lips.
A loud shout immediately followed by an alarm broke the quiet. Looking down, the group noticed a large commotion near the mall, where a swarm of fusion monsters seemed to be trying to break in. An almost equally large unit of fusion fighters rushed to face them and the sounds of shatterguns pierced the night.
Silya quickly stood up and typed a command into her nanocom, a weapon manifesting into her hands. With a nod over to Ghost, she silently ordered him to use his magic to summon a strong wind. He groaned, but ultimately complied. The air beneath her grew almost ferocious and she jumped, trusting her nanos to help her descent. The time for reminiscing was over. The time for action was now.
((Didn't really have much in-mind for this oneshot, tbh. I just saw where the 20th Anniversary to CN City had passed this year and felt a little reminiscent about it. It wasn't the first era I was a part of growing up with the network, but it was one of the two that stuck with me the most. Combine that with me briefly dipping back into the game to check NPC locations/animations, and nostalgia hit me like a ton of bricks. As upset as I am with where CN is today as a company, there's no denying the impact it had on me growing up. And, hey! More nano nickname drops! :D))
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sick-ada · 6 months ago
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having half your beak exposed is actually pretty bad
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mikaelsrose · 1 year ago
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Reyna x Tyril Headcanons
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A/n: some headcanons are more mature than others, but there's nothing explicit, just a mention. Reader discretion is advised, nonetheless.
REYNA'S BOARD | TYRIL'S BOARD
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Reyna (House Moonstone, elven Ránasarn)
Meaning of name: “Counsel,” “Queen,” “Pure”
Nickname: Rey-Rey, Reiny, Rey, Rey of Sunshine
Species: Human
Age: 24
Date of birth: April 6
Reyna was born during April’s full moon, often referred to as the Pink Moon. Although the name has nothing to do with the colour of the moon but the bloom of pink moss, being born on this date is considered good luck.  
Orientation: Demisexual ("experiencing sexual feelings and attraction only after developing a close emotional relationship")
Love interest: Tyril Starfury
Weapon of choice: Bows
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Height: 170 cm (5’7)
Eye colour: Hazel
Skin tone: Pale olive
Hair: Wavy, dark brown/(later) caramel honey blonde
HISTORY
Hometown: Little village north of Port Parnassus; Riverbend 
First memory: The neighbour, Nesta, an elderly meat merchantess, teaching her to weave a flower crown. When the girl failed, Nesta placed her own crown on Reyna's head and invited her and Kade for elk stew. At that time, Reyna was 6, and only started meeting the residents of Riverbend who, although kind, were usually busy with their own affairs and did not pay too much attention to the farmer’s new orphans, which is why Reyna remembered the merchantess as kind, considerate, and a maternal figure. She tries to visit her grave at least once a year to leave a bouquet of flowers and talk to her, hoping Nesta can still hear her.   
Religion: Having grown up the way she did, Reyna was never properly introduced to any religion, and until she met Nia, she believed the stories about the Light were just that—stories. Despite discovering the gift in herself, she did not consider herself religious or spirited until she escaped the Shadow Realm and learned that Tyril reconnected with the elven gods. Desperate and lost, she began to pray with him every other night, until she memorised the formula, finding comfort and reassurance in the repetitive, calming activity.  
FAMILY
Parents: Althea (birth mother), Melvys of House Moonstone (birth father), Vrann (adoptive father)
In the year of Reyna's absence, Tyril and Kade would spend many hours together in the library searching for clues and potential leads that would, hopefully, take them to the Shadow Realm. After two months of scrutinous daily work, Kade stumbled across an ornate, although worn-out, journal that drew his attention so much that he stayed up all night accompanying Tyril. At that point, it was only an unverified journal, but the information it contained was groundbreaking for his sister. The title page was covered in elegant, ornate handwriting that Tyril recognised as the same calligraphy, and even the same ink, used by the elves of Undermount that stated: "Abridged History of House Ránasarn. Property of Lord Melvys of House Ránasarn." From the journal they learned that the owner, Lord Melvys, was the son of an exiled couple of House Moonstone, he married a tutoress from Port Parnassus, and they settled down near the outskirts of Riverbend in a modest but homey house. The couple had two children—a boy, Ásvaldr, and a girl—Reyna. They lived modestly but were never hungry or dirty, Lord Melvys was never bitter about the elves’ treatment of his father, although he was falsely accused of practising shadow magic and even dabbling in necromancy and exiled without trial. House Moonstone ceased to exist once the only heir was exiled. According to the author, the couple was very happy, and the children were healthy, polite, and very protective of each other. The last entry was entirely devoted to Lord Melvys’ thoughts and speculations about his daughter who, as he believed, was capable of magic which is only natural for elves (and their descendants), even though Reyna (unlike her brother) took entirely after her human mother. Melvys himself never used magic as nobody taught him and his father refused to do it after his exile, but he knew he had the gift. 
Siblings: Kade (adoptive brother), Ásvaldr (birth brother)
PERSONALITY
Qualities: adventurous, courageous, persistent, sensitive, broad-minded, charismatic, compassionate, impatient, quick-witted, opinionated, and at times snappy
Nervous ticks: tugging at her earlobes or the front strands of her hair 
Mannerisms: biting her lower lip, drumming fingers on a surface, hugging as a greeting, standing with arms crossed or hands on hips, Northern accent reminiscent of Low Elven
HEADCANONS
Although she used to use her seduction skill often, once Tyril and her started flirting she refrained from using it, which resulted in her mastering the charisma skill. 
Tyril is Reyna's first boyfriend—despite making out with the mayor's son, she didn't want to go further as she believed the relationship was pointless and didn't feel right. She ended things between them the day after they were caught, and focused on her work and supporting Kade ever since. 
Despite growing up in Riverbend and not having any particularly bad memories from there, she hopes she'll never have to live there again. Ideally, she'd love to settle down in Whitetower near her friends or with Tyril in Undermount. 
Before setting out on the adventure, she worked at a tavern as a waitress and taught archery a few days a week. She also voluntarily aided Kade with writing his ballads and securing performances. 
The murder of her parents always heavily bore on her heart and she would spend countless hours in the local library and talking with people all over town in search of any information, unfortunately without any luck. 
Reyna treats Adrina as her own sister. When the group visited Undermount, Adrina swung by her room one evening to chat, and they ended up gossiping all night, bonding almost immediately. 
She often thinks of Tyril's dad's words ("You remind me of an old friend"), wondering if the information she gained from an elderly couple living in the southern part of Riverbend was true. The woman, Sereia, told her that back in the day a young couple with a small girl and a bit older boy would sometimes visit and spend time in the nearby woods, that they were incredibly polite but one day they just stopped coming.
Despite living close to a forest and often chasing Kade with a bug in her hands as a child, Reyna's terrified of spiders and bats. 
As a kid, she was bullied. It was when Kade got very sick and couldn't attend school, and she was left to fend for herself. Reyna used to be shy and kept to herself, which is what made her an easy target, and since her older brother wasn't there to protect her, she became the target of a well-known bully. 
TYRIL HEADCANONS
Tyril’s 196cm (6’5) tall. Reyna can (and does, occasionally) climb him like a tree. 
He swears. When he's annoyed by someone (Mal), he calls that person (Mal) an idiot in elven. There is so much anger in him that I will never believe he doesn't swear. 
Although he's fluent in Common, he sometimes forgets certain words and becomes very frustrated. That's when he tends to swear most often. 
He has an accent. It's been my headcanon for years that the residents of Undermount speak with an RP British accent when speaking Common, which is just a bit more posh version of the accent of the Valleros family, but I imagine he has a slight Elven accent as well, especially with words that have the "th" fricative. The reason for that is simple—there is no such sound in Elven, and they tend to struggle with this consonant, which they usually pronounce as a hard "t."
Elves' ears twitch when they are happy, relaxed, excited, or try to hear low noise. They are also very sensitive to touch. 
Given how old he is and that he's an important noble in Undermount, and that he himself admitted he used to be stuck up, harsh, and opportunistic, I think it's fair to say he took advantage of the romantic advances of other noblewomen. The headcanon is that Tyril is sexually experienced, which fits into the idea that elves are not sexually monogamous.
Tyril is…concupiscent. Look, he is young, attractive, and has the means. This headcanon actually dates back to 2021, and at this point, I treat it as canon. 
Before he left Undermount, he used to be a very pious adherent of Light. Tyril would spend a lot of time in the Starfury Manor's Chapel of Light, praying, meditating, or simply relaxing in its serenity. Until Reyna's disappearance, he never asked for anything, aware that Gods are not djinns who exist to listen to his alms and make his wishes come true; however, in his desperation, he begged them on his knees for help, for any sign she was still alive. When his hope waned, he continued meditating, although in a manner reminiscent of the one pre-exile. However, he always remembered to end every meditation with a short prayer for Reyna. 
After his partner's kidnapping, he used to struggle with nightmares. When he went back to Undermount after three months of research in the capital, he would stay up as long as possible to avoid seeing the images of Reyna suffering. He could resolve this problem with a simple spell, but he also felt guilty for not being able to help her, which is why he endured it without a word. He had to be reminded to eat, and some days even forced by his little sister—and as much as it pained her to see her brother in such a state, she knew forcing him to eat and look for positives was vital to keep him alive.
Tyril is a total boob guy. 
RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS
Reyna used to worry a lot about not being good enough for Tyril, given that he's a wealthy, very well-educated noble, and she's just a commoner from a small town, and Tyril would reassure her until she finally believed him that he doesn't care about their titles. 
They kissed for the first time while stargazing at the edge of Deadwood. That's when they couldn't deny the chemistry between them any more and just went for it. 
Tyril never goes to sleep before Reyna, he always has to make sure she's safe and isn't bothered by any nightmares before he can relax himself.
Tyril is the most likely to sleep either half-naked or completely naked, even when it’s cold. He is also the least likely to feel cold out of the whole group—he says it’s the chilly Undermount weather that toughens the elves up.
They’re still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, aka lots of laughs, happiness, intimacy, and wanting to spend every second of the day together.  
They always fight for the duvet, since Tyril is a notorious duvet-stealer. Reyna, on the other hand, is a notorious butt-slapper. 
The evening after Kaya’s burial, Tyril asked Reyna to join him and his family for a prayer vigil, and that’s when they got to know each other better. Before Tyril went to his room, his dad pulled him aside and told him he had made a good choice. Tyril got flustered at the time, but when Reyna offered to spend the night with him and ended up comforting him until they fell asleep, he realised how right his father was. 
(I headcanon that the last chapter of book 1 and the first chapter of book 2 are a week apart, not a day) After coming back from the Shadow Realm and having attended the official audience with the king, Reyna got really sick. She did not think much of it at first, but Imtura pointed out that perhaps she was not just sick, and having done her maths, Reyna had a serious pregnancy scare. It turned out to be just an ugly case of the flu, caused by the pile-up of stressful events she’d experienced. To this day, Imtura and Tyril are the only ones to know about it.
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storyofmychoices · 2 months ago
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Dancing Through Shadows
[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 1 + Beyond] [Mal’s Orphanage] [Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 2 AU]
Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!OC) Book: Blades of Light & Shadow II, Chapter 14 Word Count: ~400 Rating/Warnings: General, none
Synopsis: Mal and Daenarya share a quiet moment in the heart of the Ash Empire.
This absolutely stunning art is by the amazing @cashweasel. Lou draws these two like none other. I just can't get enough! Look at them!
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"Mal—" The sound of his name was nothing more than a whisper on her lips. Her gaze shifted uneasily around her, surveying their surroundings. Her mind and body warred against each other—torn between the need to continue the mission to save the realm and this, just a moment with him—it'd been far too long.
The warmth of his arms around her brought her comfort and safety despite the looming dangers of their quest. His familiar embrace begged her closer until only their breath separated them. Their bodies moved as one, the moment together soothing the ache left by moments stolen and battles fought, allowing them just to be—even if only for a few seconds... even if this was just part of the plan, a way to move about unnoticed.
Each slow step, each soft twirl, carried them carefully across the ballroom, passing by one couple after another—each one threatening their safety as they danced through the heart of shadows. Her body tensed at the thought of what would happen if even one of them discovered who they truly were.
Sensing the tension rising in her posture, he brushed a soft kiss on her forehead before resting his forehead against hers. "I'm not letting anyone hurt you ever again," he breathed the promise against her lips.
Her eyes closed, focusing on his words. How she wished that were true, but what they were up against was more than either of them could ever hope to understand. Yet, wasn't that what they had thought with the Dreadlord, too? They had come this far. So much had been taken from her. She wasn't about to let them take any more from her. As long as she had him, as long as she had her friends... she would make it through, no matter what came next.
She tipped her head, brushing her nose against his, savoring the warmth of his breath against her face. The gentle touch of his hand on her back kept her in the moment with him. The threats around them faded away, leaving the two lovers swaying in time to a song they didn't know but one they made their own nonetheless. It served as an unspoken promise that they would get through this as they had the challenges before. Together they could endure anything. 
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A/N: I know it's a bit choppy, but I hope you still enjoyed it. I wish I had more time to work on, but I really wanted to share it before the wide release of book 3.
A/N 2: The color of the dress is inspired by the original design from Hassidriss's Burning Shadow's line not PB's version of it. [see it here]
Also a huge artist appreciation shout out to @cashweasel! Lou is the best! @choicesfandomappreciation
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rosesnink · 11 months ago
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Orc Meets Girl
Author's Notes
This is a silly idea I had a few weeks ago, when @storyofmychoices and I started talking about our OCs, and today I decided to finish it! I hope that you like this, Dani, and that it is enough to keep you from nasty haters.
English is not my first language, so please forgive any mistakes/typos I might've done
Daenarya belongs to @storyofmychoices , I simply borrowed the character for this
Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in my Blades writing!
Summary: During a party in the tavern of Riverbend, Brienne notices a beautiful woman who stands out among the crowd.
Word Count: 773
Category: Fluff, LGBTQA+
Rating: G
Book: Blades of Light and Shadow
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The party in Riverbend had gone out of hand. People were extremely drunk, although Brienne was content to stay by the bar and observe people. Among them stood out one girl. She had brown skin and dark hair, bobbing her head to the rhythm. She was definitely beautiful, not to mention there was something about her aura that simply spoke to Brienne.
Asking the bartender to pass along a hearty corn of ale, she waited for the woman to notice the drink… and her. She looked at the drink, then at Brienne, who stood among the crowd, emerald green skin with a considerable size and dark hair, not to mention her horns. She raised her horn in gratitude and Brienne sauntered over, a confident smile on her face.
“I hope the drink’s to your taste.”
“I’ll never say no to a good ale.”
Brienne smiled, sitting next to her “You’re from here too?”
“Born and raised.”
“Me too.”
The girl seemed surprise. An orc in a human village was certainly a novelty. Brienne chuckled “I may be an orc, but I have been raised by humans. Dr. Kerrigan raised me as his own daughter.”
The girl listened, fascinated. Never in her twenty years has anyone ever seen someone like Brienne- She was strikingly tall, with a beautiful shade of emerald green and black freckles, maroon and black horns, and was of a considerable size. And her front teeth did not make her ugly like in the photographs. Her features were still beautiful: lightly plump cheeks, plump lips, very well-done eyebrows and long, dark hair, cascading all the way down her upper chest.
The human girl extended her hand “Daenarya.”
“Brienne.” She kissed it gallantly, and Daenarya smiled wider.
“Would you like to dance?”
“If you can keep up with me.”
Daenarya smirked “Let us see if you can keep up with me.”
Brienne laughed heartily, and both swirled and sang along the rather bawdy song playing. Spinning Daenarya, she whooped and giggled, enjoying Brienne’s strong and powerful arms. Spinning each other, Brienne’s pink tulle dress showed much of her skin: it had a daring cut, showing down till her navel, leaving her sizeable breasts to bob freely in her thin clothes, barely covering few of her wide legs and her hair was all over her hair from spinning and twirling.
The tone changed to a sultry one, and Daenarya dared to tuck one stray curl to her ear. Brienne smiled, drawing her close, dangerously close, feeling the heat in the tavern. Or perhaps it emanated from one another. She was perhaps the tallest person in the tavern, the whole village.
“Let’s get out of here.”
“Let’s.” Daenarya agreed.
They walked hand-in-hand through the dark streets, until they reached the outskirts, all dark save the bright full moon. Brienne observed her new companion closely: the moonlight made her skin glow, her brown hair looked ethereal and her brown eyes were even more striking under it.
They observed the stars silently, their hands grazing, yet not quite touching, but within reach.
“Do you ever dream of going to Flotilla?”
“Yes. I wish to see the Elements through their eyes, to be able to stargaze with their sights, to not be looked as some novelty…”
Daenarya looked at her “I haven’t thought much of how an orc would truly feel, living among humans, not quite an stranger, not quite a local.”
“I feel like an intruder sometimes. I fear that, one night, they might arrest me and sell me away to be some noble’s prized toy.”
Daenarya finally took her hands and looked into her eyes “Not anymore. Consider me a friend. Should you ever feel in danger, reach out to me. I will do everything in my power to keep you here.”
A smile creeped unto Brienne. The humans had been friendly and cordial, but none had been as sweet and caring as the beautiful Daenarya. It may sound silly, but Brienne’s heart fluttered.
“Might I kiss you, fair Daenarya?”
Daenarya instead got on her tiptoes and Brienne crouched down to kiss her. The kiss was sweet, and full of promise, and a beautiful blossoming friendship. A few minutes later, they separated and smiled to one another.
“It is late. We ought to go. We each have chores in the morning.”
Daenarya sighed “That we do.” She paused “Will I see you again?”
“Hopefully.”
She then disappeared into the shadows, her tall structure slowly becoming one with the dark and muddy streets of Riverbend, the promise of a good friendship between them, and the waning full moon.
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kindlykolorful · 1 year ago
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look it's me in bolas rojas team!
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