#elf's promise

[egophiliac]

still ruminating over Lost In the Book With Spooky Skeletons Part 1, so here's a selection of some of my favorite little bits! (...some more loosely paraphrased than others) (I just feel like Idia has no room to criticize in general, okay)

anyway, I'm sure we're just going to have a fun time celebrating Halloween and nothing bad is going to happen whatsoever! :)

[meo-eiru]

"Trick or treat! I've prepared all of the best treats for you darling!"

I actually designed costumes for all of the boys but due to time restraints couldn't make an illustration with all of them but worry not! Silas has all the treats you could possibly want

[lmaonade]

trying to learn to make 3D models of characters. have a funny angle screenshot

[magellanica]

The Shadowkeeper

[sevenworksofmercy]

New TES elf dropped its the Autismer

[droodlebug]

ZEVRAN :]

[weaveandwood]

In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice.

My Grey Warden from DAO, Ellaria Mahariel. A Dalish dual wielding rogue, she was plucked from her clan and joined the Grey Wardens, defeating the Archdemon and ending the Blight.

[dewdlepies]

Baby Promise and his nursemaid Ellylah

[where-is-goodtimeswithscar]

Scar is in the Boatem Hole! (S8)

He's in the boatem hole!

[raayllum]

It took me a little while, but I finally had time to review seasons 2-3 of The Dragon Prince on IMDB (under chaoticgoodthiefling) so I'm here to say that I would love to see your take on on Rayllum breaking both their promises in S7 in fic form! (or one of them keeping their promise, the other breaking it, whatever you wanna do) - if you're still doing the review fic-athon, that is. If not, nw!

I would be more than happy to do a fic-athon for each season if you'd like, so for whichever one I didn't do (aka Callum's) I might keep it for Snake Boi Callum Week on the 17th and shore it up then <3 learn more about review fic-athon here

Somehow, they manage to make it back to camp.

Soren helps her walk, and Ezran bandages the cut on her cheek, her eyes as red as the blood on his too-tiny fingers. She explains what happened in a hoarse whisper as near as she knows it—her silk-wings vanishing while in pursuit of Claudia, sending her tumbling, her head smashing open on the rock, Callum crying as the shadows began to cloak them, asking her to stay, asking her to forgive him—Rayla blinking blearily as Soren and Ezran had crashed through the bramble just in time to see Callum, eyes all black and mouth unsmiling, place the cube in Aaravos' outstretched palm, because she was too weak to stop him, only bruises and blood to show for her troubles, her blades unable to follow through.

You promised, Callum had rasped before he'd said the spell.

But even then, that hadn't been his last words. One last kiss to her forehead. I love you. I'm sorry.

And they won't be his last words, Rayla thinks stubbornly as they regroup at the Silvergrove. The tea Ethari prepared for her is going cold, him and Ez and Soren discussing things—Callum—in the other room. Giving her time to recuperate. Like she needs it. What she needs is her—

"Rayla."

Runaan sits down in the chair across from her, his lips pursed, eyes guarded.

She sighs and gives up on ever drinking the tea, nudging the ceramic mug towards her father instead. Runaan gives it a dubious sniff and then takes a sip.

"What?" she asks tiredly when he makes a face and sets it down; he's always liked weaker rather than stronger tea.

"Your... human. Is what the others say true? He's—not himself?"

She snorts even as her eyes sting, Runaan's uncharacteristic gentleness crushing her heart into even more pieces. Oh, you have a nicer word for it, for being possessed? Corrupted. Soren and Ezran hadn't even known Callum had cured himself—that he'd chosen to throw it all away, and for what? For her? "For now," she says. "We're..."

She curls in on herself.

If Aaravos ever controls me again, if he uses me, promise me you'll kill me.

I promise.

Her fist in Runaan's face, closer than they sat together now, reminding him that You taught me to never break my promises!

"I'm scared, Runaan," she admits, the words feeling unholy—blasphemous—this deep in the heart of the Silvergrove, even with her trial behind her. "What if he—" she chokes back a sob. "What if he's gone?"

Runaan stares at the tea and then at her, cerulean blue eyes more than contemplative. Maybe sad? "Do you truly believe that? I thought I was gone, in the Moon Nexus. You convinced me otherwise."

"But you were just trapped with dark magic. He's..." Become it, all ashy and smoky, the stark white in his hair. The unseeing red in his eyes. Like the corrupted banthers that had almost eaten them on more than one occasion. She tugs on her hair. "At the Starscraper, they told us that if he ever did it again, he'd be corrupted—overwhelmed, completely. That there'd be nothing left. And now..."

She wipes stubbornly at her eyes. "He made me promise, Runaan. That I'd kill him if it ever happened. Now it has, and I..."

"Do you want to kill him?" Runaan asks plainly.

Rayla recoils. "What? Of course not. I love him."

"Then perhaps that is your answer."

Rayla stares at him this time. "It is not that simple. Aaravos—"

"Rayla."

Her father reaches across the table for her hand, his thumb stroking over the inside of the wrist, where he'd bound her long ago. Sometimes the joint still aches; if Callum hadn't hatched Zym, and Zym hadn't removed it when they did, the binding probably would've claimed her hand anyway.

Runaan gives her wrist a gentle squeeze. "When you were growing up, I fashioned you into my little blade. You were eager for it, and I was a suitable whetstone—I thought it was the best way to protect ourselves. To protect you. But you were not made to be an assassin, and I am sorry if I have ever made you feel like it is your greatest weakness instead of your greatest strength. At the time, I did not know better; I do now. That boy loves you, and you love him. Yes, you may kill him, and save the world—but will it be a world you want to live in, afterwards? What do you want when this is all over?"

"I..."

She knows, of course. Walks in the garden. Moonberry surprise by the square. His hand, warm and wrapped around her fingers. It's all she's ever wanted: a life with the boy in peacetimes that she could've had all along, if she'd just...

"I kept my promise to kill a king, and I have regretted it each day since," Runaan says. "If I had broken it, and listened to you, we would've been better for it. I would have, too. Trust yourself, and trust him. If your situations were reversed—when they were—what would he do? What do you want to do?" He levels her with an even, steady stare. "What feels right?"

Rayla blinks back a fresh wave of tears. "Saving him," she says, "of course, but—"

"Then Ethari and myself will stand by you," he says, "as you do just that."

Her chair scrapes against the floor as she rises, throwing her arms around her father; Runaan hugs her back tightly. "Thank you," she mumbles into his chest, her heart feeling lighter than it had in years.

He takes her by the shoulders when they pull away, a small smile playing over his lips. "Now, what do you say we join the crownguard and the young king, and decide on what to do next to save your mage, hm?"

[newtafterdark]

Sometimes you just gotta draw your silly little D&D creature (in my case a Tiefling monk) bonding with their party members.

Some of these moments he's still trying to make happen in the first place. Well, fingers crossed! 🤞

[lemongrace]

a mini-comic based on the Night Cabal RP storyline I'm running for myself & friends!

[galedekarios]

ppl putting "nice guy" g*le content in his tag will be my villain origin story

[sendpseuds]

Official Elf's Log

Twenty-two days to Anakin's twentieth Christmas

I am woeful to report that, once again, I have not seen Anakin today. As previously reported, he left after the big meal with all the beige food last week and has yet to return. I had hoped he would only be gone a sleep or two but now I fear this may be as it was last Christmas and the Christmas before.

I fear Anakin has returned to college.

[To be forthright, I still do not entirely understand what, exactly, college is, and if I had known he would be gone for nearly all of the holiday season, I'm not sure I would have been so encouraging during our sixteenth Christmas together when he could talk of nothing else, but I do understand it to be something of great importance]

I must admit, I worry about him.

Is he getting everything he needs at college?

Does he have a Christmas tree?

Is someone baking him cookies?

Does he laugh every day?

Could he bring me with him?

Unfortunately, college is not my only concern.

I have not moved from my post outside Mom's room since Anakin placed me here with a quick cuddle and a candy cane, asking me to watch over her until he returned, and to my dismay, she has hardly left the room since.

Most of Skywalker Family Christmas is still packed away in the boxes Anakin carried down from the attic before he left.

I have smelled no shortbread baking in the kitchen.

I have heard no carols ringing through the house.

I have seen not a single ribbon or fleck of glitter.

There is a shadow hanging around her this Christmas.

I am beginning to fear the worst.

I am beginning to fear she may be preparing for her trip up North.

I hope Anakin can stay longer than he did last Christmas.

I fear there is little time left.

Kind regards and curling ribbon,

Obi-Wan Kenobi

[0-dear-rose-0]

me whne i dont finish anything

[rynezion]

mkay here goes nothing