#dew the water genasi

[melonishus]

@theramblingfluff replied to your post “Ok so in a previous story I mentioned my water...”:

no... the bug thing was the darkest thing

​Ooooh this one

Ok friends, if you recall My Character Dew saved another party member from death by the hands of a dragon. Well Arrelle (The person Dew saved) took her to a party, and Dew had a little too much apple juice

Sadly Arrelle was gone when she awoke, and the party could not find her. She took this personally, feeling guilty over it. (She took responsibility for her well being, and thinks she failed her even though shes a child and Arrelle is an adult)

Soon after she was brainwashed by the players NEW character and soon saved. The new character was the prime suspect of Arrelle's disappearance, and Dew took justice into her own and summoned a plague of insects in Kale, the new characters mouth, while they were in a jail cell to try and get her to talk

@bridgyrose

[wall-eye]

New character, new art! This is Dew, a water genasi cleric! Shes very cute

[toadallytadpole]

🩷HELP WITH IDEAS FOR A DND CHARACTER🩷

currently brainstorming for my DnD character for a new campaign I'm gonna be doing with some friends...

[DISCLAIMER!!! I have never really played DnD and also this is the first night I've done real planning for the character so things may be incorrect cuz I haven't finished my research... so if anything is majorly wrong plz feel free to lemme know cuz I def wanna know as much as I can!!]

my ideas so far:

• Water Genasi that's aesthetically based on the Wild Green Axolotl [which will include the type of darkish green/blue skin coloring Water Genasi can have, maybe some cool hair style that mimics the axolotl's external gills, and also maybe include some Mexican fashion cuz axolotls are native to Lake Xochimilco]

• possibly a druid or a cleric for their class? I was originally wanting to play as a cleric [but I was also originally thinking of playing as a dragonborn] but now I'm thinking the druid would match the Water Genasi better? But also my DM said he doesn't want much magic/sorcery in our campaign cuz of the storyline he's planned so I dunno how that'd work tbh... but we'll see what he says...

• I want their weapon to look kinda like a fishing hook to keep with the water theme, so I was thinking a sickle kinda weapon cuz it can have the same kinda shape and I can just make the sickle a giant fishing hook? But also another player said she wants to be the one with the sickle weapon so I dunno if I can convince her to be okay with me also having a sickle like weapon too? Again, we'll see what she says...

Anyways now I gotta ask y'all's opinion on some name ideas...

Thank you to those that read/suggest ideas or give me more info if I get anything wrong!!! Okie dokie, bye!!!

[zarathefox]

I was originally going to post this for Throwback Friday but…. I forgot. And now it’s Saturday… so I declare today to be Throwback Friday Plus 1. Yes, that’ll do 😂

Anyway this is Dew the Water Genasi, a character from a oneshot D&D session involving the most useless pirates you could ever meet. I originally drew her two years ago, then I got visited by the Artblock Fairy. My pose reference was from Pixabay (I always have a folder of references, mostly from royalty free sources. References = stronger visual library and better art, never neglect them no matter what level you are on with your art journey ❤️)

[coffeeghoulie]

so my friend asked me to write her a fic with the ghouls playing dnd for Christmas (she is chronically offline so it’s safe to talk about it) and I know she wanted fluffy but this popped into my head:

fire ghoul!dew playing a water genasi bard. because “you can be whoever you want to be.”

THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE FLUFFY.

[3hobbitsinatrenchcoat]

Dew Point - Dorym Week Day One

Day One - Thunderstorms/Rain || Crossposted to AO3 Dew Point - Noun - the atmospheric temperature (varying according to pressure and humidity) below which water droplets begin to condense and dew can form

It’s an odd experience for Dorian; standing on a mountain and watching the clouds move slowly ever closer. Inescapable and steady in their movement, bringing with them rain and wind and… comforting familiarity. Watching the inevitable approach – being outside the mass of swirling mist that slowly blots out the sun – brought with it singularly unique emotions for the genasi. A pull he hadn’t felt so strongly in a long time.

Dorian leaned against the low wall at the edge of Zephrah and let himself miss the Squall. Behind him he could hear the clack of wooden training weapons punctuated by the barely-there footfalls of practiced air ashari, but before him stretched the whisper of wind and the smell of coming rain. He still wanted to explore the world, even more since he’d met his friends, but a feeling of melancholy homesickness still settled in his bones as he closed his eyes and turned his face toward the dimming sunlight.

He hadn’t even realized the sounds of the training yard behind him had petered off into nothing until a shoulder pressed against his hip and Orym’s voice said, “Are you alright?”

“I…” Dorian jerked himself back into alertness, roughly scrubbing at his eyes with the palm of his hand. When had he started crying? “I’m fine, really. Just waiting for the rain.”

Orym arched an eyebrow up at him, but thankfully didn’t pry. Instead he turned to follow Dorian’s gaze out towards the approaching storm. “You’re going to get soaked if you stand out here much longer. That cloud is bigger than it looks.”

He’s right, of course. The mist from the approaching storm had already started to drift for Zephrah, clinging to Dorian’s clothes and shimmering in his hair. It reminded him of standing at the edge of the Squall, willing himself to take just one more step. It reminded him of dew collecting on the ground in the mornings, a phenomenon he’d never seen before leaving home. It reminded him of Orym, a gentle but inevitable presence still stubbornly remaining by his side. Or maybe it was the other way around… perhaps their fates were too intertwined to really know anymore.

A low rumble of thunder rolled across the sky as the first fat raindrops fell to splash against stone. Dorian absentmindedly tracked the way one landed on his upturned face only to run down and soak into the collar of his shirt.

This, at least, was unlike the Squall. They were the storm, after all. Any rainfall was beneath them (figuratively and literally).

“I have to go back someday,” Dorian said quietly and without preamble. Orym knew him well enough to know where his thoughts had been.

“I know,” said Orym, leaning harder against his leg and wrapping one strong arm around his knee. “I’m coming with you. If you’ll have me.”

Dorian laughed, a small thing but a laugh none the less. “How could I not?” He reached down and laid his hand gently to the side of Orym’s face, laughing again as the halfling leaned into the touch like a needy cat. “That’s a long time off anyway, I’m still following you on your journey.”

Orym hummed, reaching up to press his hand against Dorian’s over his cheek. “I wonder sometimes, who’s following whom?” he said so quietly Dorian wasn’t sure he was meant to hear.

They fell into comfortable silence after that, leaning together against the low wall, Orym pressed warm against Dorian’s side as the rain poured down in refreshingly cold sheets. Eventually they will have to go inside and dry off, Orym’s mom probably has something warm to eat ready and waiting… but for now it’s just the two of them, Orym’s presence inescapable, steady, and welcome at his side.

[ashenpumpkin]

A campaign i was excited for was canceled cuz of a problem player so i'm here to vent a bit about the PC i was playing in it Dew, a water genasi way of mercy monk, usually dressed head to toe in her monk robes with a hood up over her head and a mask covering her face. such that you can't see an inch of her body. she has green hair that turns white near that tips, about shoulder length, and when her hood is down it floats around her head as if she's constantly underwater. She has a large burn scar over her face, covering both eyes and the ridge of her nose. Her eye sockets seem empty and are scarred over. Her eyes were removed as part of the training she's undergone in her monastery. Needless to say it wasn't the best environment and she walked out of there with a healthy dose of trauma i never got to fully explore in game. Strong willed, very introverted and very opinionated, Dew usually keeps to herself, only adding to the conversation when asked. Dew hates when people try to touch her, and will usually jolt away. She carries a quarterstaff that also functions as her cane, it has a carving of braile text on it as well. Dew has a particular fondness to animals, and they are about the only ones she'd let see her face willingly, at least where she was when i last played her. I planned on exploring that more later. A campaign i was excited for was canceled cuz of a problem player so i'm here to vent a bit about the PC i was playing in it Dew, a water genasi way of mercy monk, usually dressed head to toe in her monk robes with a hood up over her head and a mask covering her face. such that you can't see an inch of her body. she has green hair that turns white near that tips, about shoulder length, and when her hood is down it floats around her head as if she's constantly underwater. She has a large burn scar over her face, covering both eyes and the ridge of her nose. Her eye sockets seem empty and are scarred over. Her eyes were removed as part of the training she's undergone in her monastery. Needless to say it wasn't the best environment and she walked out of there with a healthy dose of trauma i never got to fully explore in game. Strong willed, very introverted and very opinionated, Dew usually keeps to herself, only adding to the conversation when asked. Dew hates when people try to touch her, and will usually jolt away. She carries a quarterstaff that also functions as her cane, it has a carving of braile text on it as well. Dew has a particular fondness to animals, and they are about the only ones she'd let see her face willingly, at least where she was when i last played her. I planned on exploring that more later. I for now hope the campaign will make it through and pick back up, but i guess in the wcs i'll just have to explore Dew another way

[blueberry-pixels]

Dew Lazuli, my water Genasi druid I get to play soon~ 

the druid class intimidates me A LOT as now I need to learn spells and keep track of so many more thing then I needed to when I was playing a bard 

(miss you Lance he ain’t dead but the campaign ended)

Her mom is a Marid, she never knew her dad and she grew up in the Elemental plane of water.

[ask-fantasy-sanders-sides]

Roman, you should ask Ainslee if she wants to help braid Virgil's hair! That is if Virgil doesn't mind. Or you could do a braiding circle. XD 💜

(As promised, Virgil lets Roman braid his hair after they settle in the back of the wagon. Ainsliee rests her head on Virgil’s thigh to take a nap. Being a nymph-creature made almost entirely of water, she is super cold, but Virgil ignores the discomfort for her sake.)

(The whispers telling Virgil that Roman is less confident than he seems, and that he should put more effort into reassuring Roman, don’t fall on deaf ears... Though, Virgil isn’t exactly comfortable with using words.) 

(Convincing himself that it’s not too embarrassing — and knowing he can just play it off as being for Ainsliee’s sake if he’s asked — Virgil lets a purr rumble out from his chest, hoping Roman gets the message he’s much too nervous to admit aloud.)

(The flood of whispers reminding Roman of the romantic nature of hairdressing in Virgil’s home culture cause him to blush and flounder for a moment, but when he hears Virgil purring, he goes back to brushing; If it was really that deep, Virgil clearly wouldn’t have agreed to let him do it. So, he ignores you and continues to dress...) 

(After a good two hours of combing and braiding, Roman finally scoots back and grins, tossing some sparkles in the air around him for emphasis,)

Roman: ...Aaaand, voilà~! It’s perfect! ...And, about as short as I could get it.

(Virgil pulls the end of the braid over his shoulder to inspect, and presses and pulls against the braids against his scalp for a few minutes, as if testing them. After a few minutes of genuine inspection, he seems pleased.)

Virgil: ...Huh. Not half bad, Princey.

Roman: Ugh! Seriously?? “Not half bad” is the best I get?? —It looks gorgeous, and I’m a hairstyling genius~!

Virgil: ...Sure.

(Virgil’s ears flick as if he’s picking up some sound in the distance, and he tells everyone they’re getting close to Loford. He tells Patton which building to turn in to, and they park the cart and horses in a semi-crowded stable area...)

~~~

(A human man looks up at them as they do, and makes eye contact with Virgil. Virgil gives him some sort of hand symbol, and the man nods, and starts taking care of the horses. Logan and Roman are immediately uncomfortable with the atmosphere here, while Patton is mainly just curious...)

(Logan and Patton turn in their seats to face Roman, Virgil, and Ainsliee, and the group whispers among themselves.)

Logan: ...What is this place?

Virgil: A speakeasy. This is where we’ll be staying for the night; I know the guy who owns the place, he owes me a favor...

(Virgil claps his hands together soundlessly, more for the visual effect of the gesture than to call attention to the group,)

Virgil: So, first rule:

Roman: Wait, why do you get to make the rules?

Virgil: We are going to be using each other’s names as little as physically possible. —And you are not going to talk to any strangers. Okay?

(Virgil turns to the groggy nymph child for a moment, and after taking a second to process his request, she smiles and nods. He smiles back for a split second, then turns back to the other boys,)

Virgil: ...If you have no other choice, and need to get my attention verbally, just call me “Angel.” That's what I go by in this town. It's a long story, don't ask... Got it?

Logan: Understood.

Patton: “Angel?” That's cute~!

Roman: ...That is going to be so confusing for me, I hope you realize.

Virgil: Next rule! Not a single one of you clowns goes anywhere without the other three. You don't let Logan out of your sight, and you stay within fucking hand-holding distance of Annie. This is non-negotiable.

(Logan and Roman’s faces both scrunch up with distaste, but Virgil is already vaulting over the side of the wagon, helping Ainsliee down after him.) 

Logan: Why am I being put on special watch?

Roman: And, I notice you don't put yourself in this buddy system restriction?

(...Once they’re all down from the wagon, Virgil motions for the others to follow him inside, ignoring their protests.)

Virgil: Let's just hurry up and get some rooms, so we stay out of the public eye as much as possible...

(Virgil leads the way through a door at the end of this parking garage, which reveals a decently crowded tavern. Virgil keeps a tight grip on Annie’s hand, keeping her and the rest of the group behind him as he makes his way to the bar, whispering,)  

Virgil: Grandmother's not the only person here to worry about. Plenty of bad people in this town would capture you for ransom, or just beat the shit out of you, if they found out who you were...and I don't have the energy for that today. Simply put, if Captain Stover had a bounty on you guys, this is where he got it from. He might even be here waiting for us, honestly, or someone else who saw the...

(Ainsliee, Roman, Logan, and Patton take in the room around them, each only half-listening to what Virgil is saying.... If that.)

(Roman eyes the semi-occupied dancefloor with ill-contained excitement, while Logan looks around the room for the source of the magically-summoned music lilting through the air. Patton is looking around at all of the other people, until he notices someone he recognizes....standing behind the bar?)

Virgil: ...no matter who it is. Just, stay close to me, and draw as little attention as possi—

Patton: Oh my goodness! Ian!

(...Patton’s yell startles Virgil, and a few other nearby patrons, which makes Virgil visibly irritated.)

(The pale Ice Genasi at the bar — frost collecting on his hands, cold fog billowing around his eyes and mouth, snowflakes clinging to his hair like morning dew — turns to acknowledge his new patrons. He gives Virgil a patronizing smirk, then focuses on the bubbly Halfling,)

Ian: Well well well. If it isn't little Patty Brockheart~? ...Aren't you quite a stone’s throw away from home?

(...Oddly enough, at the mention of Patton’s name, most of the odd patrons who had called attention to the party quickly turn away?)

(Before Virgil or anyone else can question this occurrence, Patton has dragged his friends over to the bar and climbed up onto one of the stools, so he can lean over the table and hug his old friend,)

Patton: Oh, don’t you start calling me ‘little’ again, Giovanni Hoarfrost~! I’m nearly as tall as you now!

(Ian laughs into the embrace, ignoring the incredulous look Virgil is giving him,)

Ian: Oh, Patton, don’t call me that old worn-out name! It’s Ice, nowadays. Or Ian, to my friends...?

Patton: Ian it is, then~

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Virgil hints at a not-so-secret shady past as the team hopes to takes refuge from prying eyes at the local speakeasy... 

But, it turns out he’s not the only party member who is familiar with the owner of the establishment, Ian the Ice Genasi! He and Patton seem to have some sort of history...

[nyamafriend]

TELL US ABOUT YOUR OCS!!!!

Bro,,,,,, I love them sm. I’ll just do a quick bullet list of a few and if y’all wanna learn more about any of them (or wanna hear about any more of them) lmk. Some of them WILL be dnd characters, just btw

- First up is my girl Cassie! Her name is short for Cassiopeia bc I love mythology and stars. She’s in her 30s ish, and somehow she went from maybe saphhic to the biggest femme lesbian ever. Also probably ace. She’s very happy and colorful, lots of paintings (yeah she’s an art gay, deal w it) and pins, has like 3 cats. She has fairy lights up everywhere and is probably a plant mom

- Valerie!! I love her. So much. She’s Cassie’s adoptive/foster daughter (not sure which yet, but one of them) and she’s somewhere in her late teens (probably like 17). She only recently came out as trans, and is getting used to Cassie treating her in a supportive way. My girl has a dry sense of humor and names all of her belongings including her piccolo. His name is Bane, short for Bane-If-My-Existence. She is SUCH a cat mom, I’m serious those cats adore her. Her and Cassie have regular nail polish dates where they do each other’s nails and make a blanket fort and watch movies. I love their dynamic, which is great bc I made them!

- Fanta!!!! She’s an elf. There’s a story behind her name. Her dads name is Crush. Her moms name was Sunny (like Sunkist). Fanta isn’t her real name, she has a name that’s much more traditionally elven, but we don’t give a shit about that. Also I don’t remember it. She’s vv cheery, a cheerleader. Ears are a bit long bc of some goblin on her dads side. Somehow saphhic, even she doesn’t quite know what her actual sexuality is but she likes girls! At one point dated her best friend Sapphie, they lasted like 2 weeks max. Her hair is orange (no one is sure if it’s natural or dyed or magic and she doesn’t tell them) and always up in a ponytail. Also a bard, she talented. Accidentally became a little bit of a self insert haha whoops

- Dianin!! God I love this child. They’re a verdan, and my baby. Fine with any pronouns, typically uses she/they but honestly couldn’t give a shit. Vv smart, knows their way around a library. It’s honestly pretty scary. They’re really into stars (there’s some lore behind that but we aren’t gonna get into that now) and are immediately enraptured when you mention space. Very very very curious. Not the most social, so can seem a little standoffish at times but well-intentioned and willing to apologize if that happens

- Atolla Dew!!!!!! I just created her recently and my heart is FULL. This is my water genasi girl (also like 1/8 dragonborn so she has fangs bc I’m a simp) and I ADORE her. Her hair is smoke (might be water if it weren’t so hot and humid where she lives) and she is a weaponsmith! She mostly works with guns and she has her own bc my friend (who will be the dm) said she can have a gun. She’s so extremely scatterbrained and has been late to work countless times, it’s honestly so bad. She reads instruction manuals for fun bc she likes to figure out the inner workings of things. The embodiment of “longer I get my shit together, it’s over for yall” Also might end up dating her roommate Wisp but we shall see how I feel about that. Maybe QPPs

I have so many more and I love them all. If I talk about any more I’ll probably start talking about the dumb dnd characters I’ve made and put them together w their parties bc I love them all equally. Except for Fanta, out of those parties she’s my favorite

Anyway, thank you sm for asking! Fell free to ask me to elaborate or tell me to shut the fuck up

[his-white-wolf]

My Water Genasi Druid, Serene Dew.

[melonishus]

What did Dew think about her party?

She walked very much into the whole affair like a self important child expecting to be made leader because she's so great

But then she finds out that she's not so great. Aranog is ....really nice and they have interesting stories of their parents. Arrelle and Kale are a little much, but she can't help but admire them. And Wiz stuck their neck out for her a few times, and she can't quite get herself to forget it

She couldnt imagine a better group and while she'll never admit she'll fight for them like they would fight for her

[rashkah]

Fire, Water, Earth

The freebies of the Genasi adopts @vexedpandemic Embyr belongs to @starborn-vagaboo Dew and Flint belong to Selphin Rose

Kofi - Stream

[leos-pineapple]

We got Melody, my tiefling bard and Dew, my water genasi druid! 

I’m playing 5e DND with my friends, so that’s pretty chill. If you want more info on these two lemme know!

They both belong to me. No reposting on anything.

Reblogging is okay!

[babys-first-campaign]

Courtesy of /u/ThoughtEater1:

The Big List of Racial Slurs

Anyone who isn't water breathing:

Landwalker 

Drowner 

Landdweller 

Mouth-breather

Dwarves:

Beard-goblin 

Flea-bearded alestain 

Stunty 

Pump Sucker

Stone shitter 

half-sized alcoholic 

Maggots (according to legend!) 

rock eater 

Stone Domes 

Gutter Rats 

Angry Footstool 

Rockhead 

Hairy Halfling 

Tunnel Rat

Pubic Face 

Cave Hippo 

Oremonger 

Bushies 

Gut Draggers 

Knoties 

Lumberfoot 

Half-Man 

Gnomes 

Spuds (Both are lumpy and come from the ground) 

stunt  

gold digger  

dirt-licker  

teapot  

hammer midget  

copper polisher  

squash (look like squashed humans)  

rock bitter  

stone humper  

hill/mountain/dirt fairy  

keg belly  

pyrite-muncher  

giant snot 

Hairy Brewery

Elves:

Leaf lickers 

Butterboys

Dandelion Eater 

Pointy ears 

Knife-ears 

Sharp ears 

Chinfolk 

Beardless 

Pole-proportioned dendrophile 

Fairy Folk 

Drow (except to actual drow) 

Pointy 

Wood-Heads 

Fancy Lad

Tree-thumpers 

Dagger Head 

Rabbit 

Keeb 

Leafblower 

arrogant stuck up tree fondling hippies 

tree hugger 

pixie  

bark sniffer  

left handed casters   

waste of immorality  

fairy wannabes  

tinkerbell  

wedgie (they're uptight)  

wingless fairy 

light weights  

mushroom dancers  

faithless woodland sprite 

dew drinker 

fey mongrels 

discount dryad 

daisy sniffer 

weed eater 

bird boned 

oozebait (especially elf children)  

tree f*cker

Drow

murker 

Underscum 

Filth-Skin 

Chimney Sweep 

Cavemen 

Ash-Face

tall dwarfs  

dirt elves  

moss licker  

Spider Kisser 

dwarven imposter

Anyone who isn't a drow:

Iblith (meaning excrement)

Half-Elves

By elves:

Mongrels 

Bastards 

Half Breed 

Mudbloods 

Half Bad 

Mayfly Babies

By Humans:

Fling Kids 

Traitor Babies 

Half Good 

Mutts 

Mules 

Not Enough 

Halfways

Halflings

Hairy doorstop 

Hill goblin 

Hairless Dwarf 

Leatherfoot 

Children 

Dwarfling 

Gnome 

Shaved Dwarf 

Sneakies 

Succling 

Ankle Biter 

Swine 

Half men 

Dire-Midget 

Bilbo 

Runt 

Arm rest 

sticky fingers  

small fry  

hobbit  

shin licker  

all-you-can-eat  

fairy giant

Humans

Soft one (from lizardfolk) 

Round ears 

Pink Thing 

Mayfly 

Pinks 

Dust 

Spoon-Ears 

Normie 

Short-life 

pink-skin  

Joe Bloggs 

generic protag #435 (if a PC) 

Full-lings 

Smoothskin 

Succling 

Swine 

Quisling (a human who spends a lot of time around a dragonborn) 

Dire Halfling 

Lumberfoot 

Pig Skin 

Shortlived 

Monkeys 

Doubling (by Halflings) 

World-blight (by elves) 

Tree-killers (by elves) 

Monkey 

graceless elf 

rabbit spawn (from the elf point of view because of how fast they seem to breed to them) 

milkskins (orcs on humans) 

whore-race (they're the reason for half breeds) 

Cattle 

Morties 

roundteeth

Dragonborn

Lizard 

Fly eater 

Fake-drakes 

Tall Kobold 

Iguana Wannabe

Snakeskin 

Wyrm Wannabe 

Scalie 

Boot 

Scalebacks 

Scales 

Lizard Brain 

Walking Purse 

Skinks 

Man-Eater 

Lizardfolk 

Forked-Tongues 

dragon refuse 

newt  

Gecko 

wyrm reject 

overgrown iguana

For anyone who isn't a dragonborn:

maunthreki

Gnomes

Quarterling 

KneeLicker 

Mini-elf 

Halfling 

Mushroom sucker 

Ankle Biter 

Fat Fairy 

Sniffers 

Tinkertots 

Lawn ornaments 

Bug-Eyed Stumps 

Shaved Hobgoblin 

Glamer-slingers 

Dwarflings 

Trickster 

discount dwarf  

cone head  

lawn darts

Half-orcs/orcs

Swampskin 

Tusk-Face 

Greenskins 

Slimeskin 

Dorc 

Forc 

Necro-Breath 

Pig-Face 

Tuskers 

Grunt 

Scumbreed 

Halfbreed 

Lumberfoot 

The green beast (referring collectively) 

Savages 

green ape  

broccoli head  

ogre droppings

Tieflings

Devil spawn 

Sideshow

Devil bastard 

Hellspawn 

Brighteyes 

Gargoyles 

Bullheads 

Half-Hells 

Pox 

Demon Child 

Handle Heads 

Clip-Clops 

Goat Face 

Unloveables (from Demons) 

Freak 

Failbirth 

Filth 

Unbirth 

Hell-touched 

Tainted Ones 

Tall Imps

Kenku

crow  

raven  

parrot (in tropical/port cities) 

Flightless 

Hollowbones 

Noisemakers 

Mockingbirds 

Caw-Caws 

Peckers 

Copycats 

Jabbers

Aasimar:

God's Pet 

Goody Two Shoes 

Wingless Earthbound bastard Half breed 

Birdy 

Chickenbrain 

Chicken 

Angel Face

Aarakocra

crow  

raven  

parrot (in tropical/port cities) 

Hollowbones 

Bird-Man 

Pigeon 

Caw-Caws

Kobolds

Scaly Gnomes

Little Lizardfolk 

Yippers

Gnoll

hunger slave 

mutt 

cur  

Dog 

Carrion-eaters

Warforged

Rusties 

clinking clanking clattering collection of caliginous junk 

Dumbells 

Hunk of Junk 

Lemon 

Golems 

Walking talking tools 

Dummies (as in training/target dummy) 

Scarecrows 

Dolls 

Marionettes / Puppets 

Made-to-Orders 

Fakes / Facsimiles 

Walking Casket 

rust bucket  

gear head  

scrap heap  

golem (they're living constructs)  

robot

Genasi

Fire

Cold Heart 

Matchstick 

Hazard 

Sunburn

Earth

Gravel bed 

Sedimentary 

Slabs

Air

Leaf Blower 

Spark Plug 

Unfavorable Fart (From Orcs. Orcs aren't great at throwing shade) 

Windbags

Water

Algae Infested 

Salty 

Soakhead

Goblins

Greenskin 

Gobber 

Slimeskin 

Trash Gnome 

Orcslave 

Toothpick-Nose

Tabaxi

Fleabag 

Hairball 

Cat 

Worm farm

Triton

fish f*cker 

Dolphin born 

Wet blanket 

Coral Eater

Firbolg

Giant Half-Breed

Overgrown Dwarf

Half-Baked Goliath

Goliath

Mini-Giant

Tribal Boy

Stoneskin

Centuars

Clippity-Clops 

Horse Bastards 

Half-Horses

Giants

Tumbletower ( tall like a tower, but more easy to knock down)

Nesthair (birds tend to nest in high places)

Indirect Racial Slurs:

*a dagger "a Gnome Greatsword"

*a bag of leftovers from a restaurant "an Orc-y Bag"

*the act of going barefoot "wearing Halfling Shoes" with signs in stores specifically forbidding halfling shoes

*happy endings at a massage parlor "Human Style"

*public drunkenness "going Dwarven"

*vegetables "Elf food"

*the bastard children of non-human races "Half-man"

*unshaven men "dwarf babies"

*whiskey "dwarf milk"

*barrels of whiskey "dwarven wetnurse"

*bad breath "dragonborn singing"

*pickpocketing "halfing handshake"

*picking a lock "banging a halfling's sister"

*stealing a horse "taking a half-orc bride"

*laying a dwarf or gnome "boulder rolling"

[onlyfangz]

beck notes: extremely cold to touch, shockingly so if youre not expecting it. they always smell of sea breeze. their blood is clear, but not necessarily water. the fade between the dark and light parts of their forearm slowly shifts, but you wouldn’t notice if you’re not looking for it for a long time. their voice is like ripples. they’re very calm and quiet, but there’s something dark under the surface, and they’re always prone to change as much as the ocean itself does.

terra’chi notes: their temperature changes with the weather. they smell of freshly clipped grass. they can be damaged, but they dont bleed. if they lay still for long enough, flowers will start randomly sprouting from their skin, which can be removed easily, but if youre not genasi, or havent been around a lot of genasi, it can look pretty horrifying. they have a pleasant, ringing voice. they have stone ridges going down their spine. they have a very light-hearted, bubbly personality, and always fight with a grin.

hearthstone notes: they’re extremely hot to touch, almost unbearably - (you’ll catch a sweat if you stand too close.) if you touch the metal they wear, you’ll come away burned. they smell like woodsmoke. their blood is red, but there’s an orange-like glow to it (think magma). their voice is low, resonant, with a lot of hard consonants. they’re quite proper, but will roll their sleeves up when needs-be, and they always have a change of clothes.

dawn notes: probably closest to the most human-like temperature, maybe a bit cooler, but not distressingly so. they smell like morning dew. their blood is a golden colour. their voice is soft, almost sing-song-y. they’re a bit slow (they have a wis score of 9, and an int score of 5), but they’re very loving, almost labrador-like. they also don’t quite realise their own strength, and cant quite grasp that being able to bench press a fully grown adult isnt an everyday occurrence.

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beck, the water genasi wizard // “the breaching point between the surface level and the deep sea.”

terra’chi, the earth genasi monk // “the never-ending forest you could never hope to leave.”

hearthstone, the fire genasi cleric of amaunator, god of the sun // “the flame that draws you in, only to burn you where you stand.”

dawn, the air genasi paladin of sune, goddess of love // “the seconds before the morning, when the world holds its’ breath.”