#druid week

[emgardner]

two red-headed part-human druids who will do whatever it takes to protect their homes ??? sign me up

[by-izz]

Is it too early for the (half) elf on a shelf?

She crashed my iPad about 50 times and I am scared of making any more edits.

Also, does it look like a Yuletide /Xmas Greetings Card? Because I miss making those! This is what my subconscious mind made up with while half-watching every piece of media with Agatha Harkness and Wanda Maximoff just to be able to rewatch AAA with every important piece of relevant information in mind (it was worth it!) for research purposes.

Again, thank you @aristenfromwarsaw for the reference! 💖

[hayweerc]

Espilver Week 2024 -

Day 4: (Free) Union

"Union: joining or being joined"

My ranger and druid don't uphold a traditional wedding with vows, they perform a very symbolic celtic hand tying ritual that involves binding the pairs hands together to represent their commitment.

Blue: fidelity, strength, longevity.

Lavender: cleansing and spiritual healing

Yellow: symbolic of the sun and light.

Other symbols in the photo: The pink lotus to tie back to Espio. The fur cloak to tie back to Silver.

@espilver-week

[catnoli]

carrd | faq | ko-fi | shop

epaulette druid! with sea bunnies as companions!

[kazehita]

thumbnail sketches

[saiyan-druid-art]

Bby John 🤠 (Click for higher quality)

[pixelpastry]

death's songstress

[delta-pavonis]

Dreamling Week 2024 Day 1

banner art by Leikan Jeyifo

Challenge to myself for this week: use all prompts for all days, write a short bit each day.

Bonus thing that happened while writing: this turned into a non-linear solarpunk urban fantasy AU. *shrugs helplessly*

Dreamling Week 2024 Day 1 Prompts (from @mr-sadman): Hunt, Body Swap, Indulgence, First Time

Dreamling || Rated T || 813 words

tags (other than the prompts above): fantasy, urban fantasy, hunting capturing and pinning someone to the ground is pretty much foreplay right?, scenting, banter, discussion of fucking during body swap

“Got you,” Hob thrills at hearing the voice he now commands come out as that rumbling purr he loves so much. “Do you yield?”

He looks down to see his own face twisted with a familiar sneer that he has never seen on his own features. “Absolutely not.” 

It is decidedly strange to hear his own voice this way–not quite similar enough to trigger the embarrassment one feels when listening to a recording, but still disconcerting. 

Then again, all of this is disconcerting and decidedly strange. He is currently inhabiting the body of his work partner, a drow who Hob had fallen ass over tea kettle for decades ago. He is using said drow’s body to pin his own to the dirt in a forest clearing outside the overgrown castle ruins they just investigated. They are now speaking again after a long stretch of silence, a silence that was only interrupted because their respective bosses told them they had to work together on this case. Which was very much not how Hob had imagined their reconnection going, but beggars can't be choosers. Or so humans say.

Hob is learning quickly that drow not only look different than other elf-kin, but that they see, hear, and smell differently, too. It makes sense, given that their senses are attuned to a vastly different environment, but as a half wood-elf he had just never thought of it before.

As Hob lowers his face, Dream's long white hair cascades over his shoulder. “I was hoping you'd say that.”

He flexes his hands around the wrists he has pinned and spreads them wider, giving him a stance with the leverage to hop up and have his feet come down between Dream-in-his-body’s calves with enough force to pry his legs apart. The elf beneath him grunts as his thighs splay and their pelvises crash together. Even through the armor-spelled denim they wear Hob can feel how aroused his friend is, no matter how he denies or ignores it.

“I feel it is rather narcissistic of you to enjoy the possibility of a sexual encounter with your own body.” He relishes the breathlessness he can hear in his own voice, how the body beneath him trembles. Hob knows exactly what has to happen to drive his own body to that point and if he is causing that in Dream… well. He was rather hoping they could have one of their catfight fuck sessions before the curse wears off.

“Come on,” Hob says, enjoying the rough, raw sexuality he can convey with just a slight change in tone with Dream’s vocal cords. “It gives a whole new meaning to go fuck yourself.”

It is fascinating to see what is so clearly Dream's eyeroll cross his own face. Drow vision is far more sensitive to movement than his own and it allows Hob to see even the slightest twitch of brow or flutter of lashes or movement of lips. It is kind of distracting, all this detail.

But that is nothing compared to the distraction of this sense of smell. Hob is no doubt never ever going to get this chance again, so he might as well indulge a little while he can. He drops his face into his own neck and inhales deeply. “Tannatell’s tits do I always smell this good to you?” Hob repeats the act, this time dragging his nose up into chestnut hair as he breathes in. “How can you work like this? I’d be on the edge of coming all the goddamned time. No wonder progress on this case has been so slow, you’re the smart one and you only have half your blood going to your brain. Fuck, it is like I am… your...” he trails off as that thought completes itself in his head. 

Oh.

Now, drow vision might have traded brightness of color for its enhanced sensitivity to motion, but there is no doubt, when Hob lifts back up and looks down, that there is a fiercely red blush on Dream's cheeks. And Dream refuses to meet his gaze.

Hob lets go of the wrists he holds and sits back on his heels so he is kneeling between Dream's thighs. He watches as the other elf brings his hands to his chest, rubbing gently at them where Hob's grip was tightest. Dream keeps his head turned to the side the whole time. 

“Dream, why didn't you t-”

“Don't. Just don't.” His eyes close and his face crumples into something pained. It guts Hob to think that this is something painful for Dream. “The first time we talk about this can't be like… I do not want it to…” Hob has never heard Dream fumble for words and it is distressingly alarming. “I would prefer to be in my own body when we have this conversation, please.”

Hob can't do anything but grant that request.

[druidshollow]

ugly baby rivers is gonna be in my brain forever

its not his fault..... newborns are just ugly

(i did some rambling in the tags if u wanna look at it lol)

[megueggu]

design piece of Jasper for Youso ✨

[nugatorysheep]

dryad...... dryad save me......

[hayweerc]

Espilver Week 2024 -

Day 6: Stories

The pair is sharing stories about their days. Life is always interesting.

@espilver-week

[bl00dforthought]

Happy lesbian week of visibility, remember to kiss a lesbian vampire and tell them you see them :)

[mercury-and-scry]

Ebony wishes you well on Lesbian Visibility Week!

Myself, I'm staunchly unlabelled, and I don't like my sexuality being referred to with any labelled terms. However, Ebony's been my main DND PC for over a year now, and she's SO near and dear to my heart. Playing her, getting to develop her romantic and platonic relationships, I just love her.

please consider donating to Emily Gwen's Kofi (the creator of the orange/pink lesbian flag)

[saiyan-druid-art]

Arthur & Charles from my fic Arthur Morgan's Journal ✍️