#daric

[108garys]

Today I feel like my brains are mush and I don't want to risk messing up on some of the stuff I'm working on and also I know Daric/Dar fans are starving out here and so often I want to do way more for this ship than I manage to do so here's a lame little scribble that I just kept layering more colours on until it actually started looking sorta fire

@kassiekolchek22 @delurkr @cupofangst @katu-kaltegarria @ultrabananapudding @oblivious-troll @ivycross

[frakensteinapologist]

Daric

Half-Drow Dhampir

Order of the Ghostslayer Blood Hunter

Noble

“I’m a blood hunter, it’s my duty to hunt monsters. The fact that I am one myself just gives me a bit of edge.”

Born into a noble family in Neverwinter, Daric was disowned and banished after his dhampirc awakening at eighteen. Taken in by a group of blood hunters, he was trained in the ways of monster hunting and blood magic. As a way of earning his place back in Neverwinter’s society, he was tasked to help seal off the rifts that opened up the city to attacks from beasts and monsters from Shadowfell. After twenty-five years of monster hunting, he was finally granted leave to the city and an audience with the current head of his family’s household. Unfortunately, not long after he stepped foot back in Neverwinter he was captured by Mind Flayers and infected with a parasite. He now is seeking a cure so he can return to Neverwinter and take his rightful place back in noble society. If he still belongs there is another problem he will face when he gets there.

[writtenjewels]

Stranded part 4

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Dar listened as Balathu and Kurum made their reports. It sounded like they both did well in scattering the Americans. Balathu lost track of one, though he did succeed in injuring the soldier first. Dar wasn't concerned as long as that missing soldier wasn't the leader. He would soon find out: according to the Ancient Ones, all the other Americans were accounted for. The two women were at the communication tower, two others were enjoying the cooler of beer Dar left in the woods, and two more were wandering around.

[Good work,] Dar praised them. He paused as he could hear the crashing of a body through the trees. [One of them is coming. Go, I'll take care of this.] The two Ancient Ones bowed to him and disappeared into the shadows.

Not a moment too soon: a male emerged from the woods, gasping for breath. His blond hair was disheveled and his fair cheeks flushed from exertion. He didn't look like a soldier which made Dar wonder if the Americans brought civilians with them. That wasn't in the plan, but then neither were the women. The American had his hand pressed against his right hip as he caught his breath. He noticed Dar and gave a relieved smile.

“Finally! Another human being.” Dar made a mental note to thank Salim for the English lessons later. “Please,” the American was saying, “do you know where there's shelter around here? There's someone chasing me.”

“Yes, there is shelter,” Dar nodded. “Come.” He led the American to the camp he set up for this purpose. The American looked relieved to see the tent and invited himself inside. Dar followed after him. “I am Dar,” he introduced. He didn't expect the name to be recognized on its own.

“Eric,” the other man returned. “Thanks for the help.” He sat down and rolled up his right pant leg. Dar watched in surprise as a metal prosthetic was exposed. “This damn thing,” Eric complained, pulling up the pant leg even more.

“What happened?” Dar asked.

“Pretty sure I fell or caught my foot on something one too many times.” That wasn't what Dar meant, but he didn't clarify. Eric unclasped the prosthetic with a sigh of relief. He slid the backpack he wore off his shoulders and dug around until he pulled out some wrappings.

Dar opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. The way Eric worked, he clearly lived with this limb for a while. He finished cleaning and rewrapping his limb, then started cleaning out the hollow space in the prosthetic.

“You are a long way from America,” Dar observed.

“Yeah.” Eric let out a weak laugh. “I haven't been home in about two years.”

“Me neither,” Dar agreed. “Longer.”

“You mean you've been surviving in this place with that creature for years?” Eric awed. Dar couldn't help the smug smile that crossed his lips. There was no need to explain he had some level of control over the Ancient Ones. “You must be tough.”

“Very.”

“Humble, too,” Eric teased. Dar's smile softened despite himself. He shook it off. Civilian or not, he couldn't let himself get friendly with this American.

– – –

There still wasn't any sign of that armored zombie, or whatever the hell that thing was. Salim must have thought them safe enough because he insisted on looking at Jason's wound. Jason didn't protest; his shoulder was throbbing and he could feel the blood had soaked through his shirt.

“May I?” Salim asked, nodding to the wound. Jason shrugged and held still as Salim examined the spot. “It doesn't look too bad,” he judged, “but we should still clean and bandage it.”

“Think I got some shit in my bag,” Jason mused. He dug around until he found some wrappings. It wasn't Joey's medical kit, but it would do. He hesitated for a moment, feeling his face get hot. It was stupid-- modesty went out the window in the army-- but he hadn't called any of the other guys “pretty”.

“I'll stand guard,” Salim offered. His eyes flicked over Jason almost shyly before turning away. That only made the blush on Jason's face worse. He quickly pulled off his shirt and dabbed at the wound.

“So...” Jason kept his eyes on the wound. “My face is pretty, huh?”

“I don't recall saying that,” Salim commented, glancing over his shoulder to smile at Jason. Their eyes met and Jason's insides did a giddy flip. Salim's eyes drifted down a little and then back up to Jason's face. “But if I did,” he resumed, “I don't know if I'd confine the description to just your face.”

“Bet you say that to all the stranded American soldiers,” Jason teased. Salim responded with a smile that warmed Jason down to his toes. He finished bandaging his wound and tugged his shirt back on. “I guess I wouldn't confine 'pretty' to just your face, either,” he admitted. That got Salim to smile a bit wider. The smile faded a bit after a moment.

“I hear you thinkin',” Jason prompted him.

“It's been a long time since I had anyone to talk to other than Dar,” Salim confessed with a sigh. “And I worry that you'll realize we're supposed to be enemies.”

“Think we got bigger things to worry about,” Jason pointed out. “Like that armored zombie thing.”

“Balathu,” Salim corrected, and Jason's eyebrows shot up. “His name is Balathu,” Salim went on. “There's another one, Kurum, running around terrorizing your companions. Dar found them when he was banished here. He sent them to torment you all after bringing down your helicopter.”

Jason didn't know what to say. Why did he feel so hurt and confused? He and Salim just met; they were strangers to each other. And yet flirting with him had come so naturally. He took his hat off and ran his fingers through his hair trying to sort out his thoughts and emotions.

“You see?” Salim gave him a sad smile. “We're enemies, Jason.”

– – –

Where the hell was he? Nick would swear he pointed himself in the direction Rachel should be, but he'd been walking around for hours since and hadn't come across anyone. He looked around hoping to see the tower and regain his bearings, but he couldn't even make that out anymore. On a whim he tried hailing someone over his radio. All he got was static.

“Shit,” he cursed. He was well and truly lost. The best thing he could do was find some sort of shelter and bunker down for the night. Nick walked on for a while longer. Then he started to hear... singing? He frowned and moved closer to the noise.

Joey and Merwin were sprawled against each other, crooning something with beers clasped in their hands. Nick wanted to be relieved to see they were both alive and unhurt, but he was too stunned by the presence of beer. Where the hell had they gotten it? There was a large cooler full of alcohol next to them. Nick didn't remember them taking any on the helicopter, so where did it come from?

“Joey, Merwin,” he spoke up. “What the hell?”

“Hey~ sergeant,” Merwin slurred. “C'mon and join the party.”

“Yeah, c'mon,” Joey agreed. “There's plenty to go 'round.” He emphasized this with another swig of his beer.

“No, thanks, man,” Nick answered with a shake of his head. “The others are waiting for us at the rendezvous point. Remember?” The two men thought about this for a moment and then went back to their drunken singing. They were too plastered to do much of anything, that was obvious enough.

Nick had to admit that sitting and drinking looked pretty damn good right about now. He'd been on his feet all day searching for Rachel and that tower. Taking a break for a few minutes wouldn't hurt. Joey and Merwin cheered for him when he sat down.

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighed. “I'm just sitting down for a minute. Then you two are sobering up and we're moving the hell on.”

Joey and Merwin were already back to singing.

[cupofangst]

Got one nice comment on my Dar/Eric and now I’m dusting off the cobwebs to try and work on it again lol

[jasonnieadventures]

Generation - Chapter 90 - Ameraka - Adventures in Odyssey [Archive of Our Own]

Jason untwisted the bottle cap, feeling as if this were a small defeat, but he couldn’t help it.

As soon as the water tumbled across his tongue he forgot everything but his thirst.

Sweet, cool water—flowing down his throat—

After a few moments the water was gone, the bottle crinkling as he sucked the last drops. Then let it drop to the floor with a dull clunk.

Daric set the pencil onto the table beside the notepad. Then he looked at Jason, a spark of apology in his eyes. The contriteness on his face looked genuine. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For the hand I had in what happened last time. I didn’t like what we had to do to you.”

[incorrectstarwarslegendsquotes]

this is the second execution at the state level of someone whose guilt was in serious doubt THIS WEEK

Daric LaRone, Allegiance

[108garys]

@kassiekolchek22 @delurkr @cupofangst I tried to save this scribble with colour but I'm not sure it works 😅

[mewnette]

darice yellow flocked bears

[writtenjewels]

Scene of Love: Dar and Eric

Dar set his jaw, his hands clenched as he strode with purpose. Today was the day at last. He put it off long enough, struggling with what was growing between himself and the other man. It seemed a little ridiculous for him to be so hesitant. After all, he had no trouble making quick decisions in battle. Something like this should be a much easier task for him.

But it really hadn't been. There were obstacles: the language barrier, the fact that the man in question was an American soldier, Dar's desire to respect Eric's past relationship. All of these things kept him cautious, but over time the lingering looks and meaningful touches between them were too numerous. Something more was happening and Dar sensed it was time to make a move.

“Eric,” he began. The blond looked up and greeted Dar with a smile. “I wanted to say that you have a nice brain.”

“Um...” Eric blinked at him. “Thanks?” Not exactly the response he was hoping to get. Dar pursed his lips and tried to think of something else.

“You did a good job shaving this morning.”

“Ah, yeah, I try,” Eric agreed, now looking amused. He studied Dar for a few moments before adding, “Actually, I tried out this new aftershave. Let me know what you think.” A strange request, but Dar leaned in a little to smell. Eric leaned in, too, tilting his head slightly. That brought his jaw, and by association his mouth, a lot closer to Dar.

“Smells good,” Dar decided. He managed to keep his breathing under control despite Eric's closeness. Eric let out a hum and pulled away again. There was a thoughtful look in his eyes, but eventually he shook it off and went back to what he was doing.

Dar's heart was beating a little faster. What just happened?

– –

[You told him he has a nice brain?] Salim confirmed.

[He's very smart,] Dar insisted. [It was a compliment.] Salim raised an eyebrow but made no further comment. [He asked me to smell his aftershave,] Dar went on. [His face was very close.]

[And?]

[It smelled good.] Salim rolled his eyes with a sigh. [What is it?] Dar demanded.

[You said you were going to finally make a move on him.]

[I did!]

[One of you did,] Salim argued. Dar frowned at him. What on earth was Salim talking about? It took him a moment but it finally hit him and his mouth dropped open.

– –

Eric found he couldn't concentrate on his work. He was still thinking about that strange encounter with Dar. Had he completely misunderstood the situation? It was possible; despite being married, Eric wasn't always great at that sort of thing. Still, he thought for sure he picked up on a mutual interest between himself and the former Iraqi captain. Dar's comment about Eric's shave felt like a hint-- albeit a very strange one-- and he took it.

Only to be left disappointed when Dar failed to do something.

Dar was approaching him again. Eric couldn't help smiling as the other man drew closer.  There was a determined gleam in the man's eyes.

“Eric,” he said. “I like your face.”

“Oh?” Eric tried hard not to laugh. “You want a closer look?”

“Yes, I do.” Eric obliged him, leaning closer. This time Dar met him halfway and kissed him. “Hah,” Dar smirked when they parted. “And Salim says I am bad at flirting.”

“You're as good as I am,” Eric assured him, kissing those lips again. Dar put his arms around Eric to kiss him more firmly.

Well. Dar was at least good at that.

[cupofangst]

Jason: We would kill for you.

Dar: Please ask us to kill for you.

Salim & Eric: No 😑

[agentem]

Jonathan Majors refuses to leave Black, queer, female journalist Daric Cottingham when Sundance festival organizers cut off her interview. She was supposed to get two questions but was stopped before finishing her first. (The woman in the background is Majors' publicist.)

He Who Remains, amirite?

[108garys]

I know Daric is too much of a rare pair to win but it is meaningful to me that it got past the first round, I know it got lucky with which ship it got paired with(hopefully it'll get lucky again next round😅)

Rachel King x The Ancient One

1. that moment when he infects Rachel is.. something sorry

Dar Basri x Eric King (Daric)

1. The parallels between the two as the commanding officers and having a lot of the same reactions to things in game such as being the most sceptical, being initially responsible for things going south, often suffering similar fates(Death has his favourites and it's not them) the idea of the two getting together is one of overcoming their issues and finding happiness in unexpected places(think of it as the "commanding officers jalim" that's in a different stage of life). Yes there's a lot of fanon on Dar's part such as him being a widower and the pair finding love again but why not? It's such an interesting concept and fun to work with 

[glitcheslikeslego]

day 7: king

it’s day 7 of @lmk-season-5-drawing-challenge and this sketch was something I’ve wanted to do for a while!

these are some OC’s of mine from my ao3 fic ‘mama monkey instincts’

on the left is Darice, the dragon demon king, along with his wife Baozhai, and on the right is Moxie, the female monkey demon king, and Malachi, the macaque demon king :)

along with a lil’ MK at the bottom

I might make this digital later, but for now it remains a sketch :)

[tainoodles]

New baby fun, such as your baby getting sick on you while you are playing with him.

[frakensteinapologist]

He’s too gorgeous your honor

Resisting the urge to make even more BG3 characters because I have current BG3 playthroughs (and character stories!) unfinished. But also…the idea of a pretty dhampir monster hunter speaks to me.