#emeraldruid

[wildskissed]

Different Ways to Kiss Prompts - @emeraldruid mused: [ nose ] an affectionate gesture where partners rub their noses together

Sometimes it was nice to simply get to BE with another person, and when it came to kissing and pulling each other close, nothing quite said affectionate like a good, old fashioned Eskimo kiss. Eve felt her heartbeat quicken in her chest as their foreheads pressed together, feeling relief settle in that for the moment there was nothing pressing they needed to do. For just a little while, they could enjoy each other's company, and she could claim a few more kisses.

"Would it be safe for me to assume you'd like to spend the afternoon with me then? It has been such a SLOW day that I could probably rearrange my busy schedule to play hooky from healer finding duty." After all, tadpole or not, it was still important that they live their lives.

[wyrdhearth]

@emeraldruid : liked for a d&d starter. ➵ zhenya dy'shenko.

❝ bees can sense your anxiety, ❞ zhenya explains patiently in her thick accent, a slender hand on his shoulder. ❝ best relax, and allow them to come to you. you carry the wilds in your every breath, and they can feel that power within you. I know you know, but it bears repeating all the same. ❞ she smiles –– an inhale in, and all zhenya can smell is green in garreth's presence. there is a reason she so enjoys the company of druids.

a bevy of buzzing surrounds them as the bees circle round before floating past safely. with a triumphant smile, zhenya reaches into the hive, scooping from it a handful of warm, wet comb. she allows the honey to trickle down her throat, sighing at the overwhelming sweetness, before she offers the rest to garreth. ❝ for you. ❞

[ferinehuntress]

Eyes on victory, tummy on dinner. (for Karlach)

"Gods, you have no idea how hungry I am!" Karlach huffed as she put her hands behind her head as they walked along the dirt path. "We have been going since dawn, and as much as I love the trees and the flowers, I am dying to eat some pork. I swear it feels like the sun has passed high noon already," Her eyes glanced upward, lifting one hand to the as her fingers reached for the brilliant yellow star giving them its warm life. A deep breath moved through her nose when she realized what she had just said. "Oh, shit, you're a druid, if you don't eat meat, I am so sorry for saying that," Her hand popped against her forward with a little sigh of embarrassment.

Ultimately, the girl was just hungry, and with her size and muscle mass, she had to eat quite a bit to keep up her energy alone.

[chaosorcery]

@emeraldruid liked the thing and got a bit of chaos ♥ - Wild Magic Surge d100 roll: 48 - A field of while olleanders and dahlias appear around you, in a 20 ft wide circle. The creatures inside of it roll a constitution saving throw. If they fail, they recieve 1d6 of poison damage.

Explaining over and over again how she had no control over her surges had become part of her repertoire of repeated sentences, carefully formed and worn out after years of saying them again. And again. And again. The speech had been perfected, adding and subtracting—the last specifically regarding her safety and the one of those around her. ‘Every spell could be my last, and yours by extension’ was methodically added to her explanation, and then scratched, only to go through the same cycle in repetition.

Eirwen felt the surge take over her body, unable to stop the pulsing magic her abilities couldn’t manage. A huge ball of fire, centered on herself? A song only she could hear, constantly drumming inside her ears? Something burst out of her, like tendrils sinking inside the ground, growing at a rapid pace with her pain as their nutrient and her tears as fertilizer.

When her eyes opened to see the damage, and in front of her lay a field of flowers. Dark purple dahlias, so dark they looked black, and white orchards extended in a circle perfect around her—effectively poisoning allies and foes alike.

The one closest to her was Garreth, and she showed him a smile that was so devious that dared to question her sanity, taking their situation into consideration.

“I do not control the surges. The flowers are poisonous, you plant-lover, so be a kind walking green house and deal with the shocking consequences of my own actions”

[haresvoid]

“I guess there’s something wrong with me.”

❛[ SILENT HILL QUOTE SENTENCE STARTERS ≻ accepting

`CAREFUL HUES EXTRACTED AND DUG INFORMATION FROM OBSERVATION. Acclimated to the little details, but betwixt deepened ridges // SHARP ORANGE BEADS // Omeluum portrayed a look of concern to the best of its anatomical abilities. “&– - I understand any hesitance, you are not required to tell me anything you do not wish and I will not dig through your mind without permission.” It did not pry or press or demand- but still, upon a maw it could taste the faint psionics unique (BREECHING BETWEEN ITS OWN AND THE SPORE ENCIRCLING THE AIR)

`A TENDRIL TWITCHES SUBTLY, WORRY SETTLING IN A MANNER OF ACTIONS BETRAYAL. They were fairly certain of the exacts of what it was sensing, but qualities seemed... tainted // OFF // but alas without examination it could not know for sure (AND IT WAS THE TYPE THAT DID LIKE TO KNOW). “&– - However, I do have some faith I may be able to help.” // @emeraldruid

[lunyte]

shadowheart cannot say she's surprised when his intentions have been so transparent, but still, the words ring pleasantly in her ears. she may not be as vain as the pale elf next door, but shadowheart smiles all the same, green eyes glittering with her own very clear interest. ❝ your desire, you say? ...aren't you precious, ❞ she says to avoid replying for a moment.

for all her confidence, there's a moment of hesitation. her dark mistress would not approve of this, and yet... ❝ I cannot deny that I've found myself thinking of you as I lay at night, ❞ she murmurs, watching garreth's face carefully. ❝ well, what else do you need to hear? I am right here, aren't I? ❞ a small curving of her lips. ❝ come get me. ❞

idly his head nodded and he chuckled a bit. ❝ turning into smaller animals at higher risk of becoming prey or using subtlety to hunt, i have learned that it indeed has a place. ❞ shoulders lift and then drop. ❝ when it comes to people it comes in handy too but in matters of affection i find that beating around the bush hardly leads to a desirable outcome. others can misread your actions or intentions when you are too scared to be bold. ❞

❝ you. ❞ his voice didn't betray that he was actually a bit nervous in stating that outright, but if she was able to hear his racing heart right then. ❝ as we grow closer you have become my desire. and like we've both already stated, i haven't hidden it well. ❞

[oathfcrged]

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[refabled]

mun vs muse.

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[elkenbulwark]

WHAT KIND OF LOVE ARE YOU?

Love as a Flaw

Cowering, your love hides in the dark. In shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. Afraid, afraid, afraid of everything. When you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. Your love is a mistake, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this. It’s a problem–– your problem ––and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. Get it out, just get it out now. You don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t afford to be hurt first. Being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. It is to be loved in halves, or not at all.

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[wildskissed]

Kinda Spicy Prompts - @emeraldruid mused: [LAP]: sender pulls receiver onto their lap

Eve hadn't expected to be pulled into Garreth's lap, but she happily made herself comfortable, running her fingers through his hair. If he wanted her attention, then he had it, and she leaned in, nuzzling his nose with her own. Then, slowly, she pressed her lips to his and let herself enjoy the moment with a soft, loving kiss.

"Did you miss me or something?" Eve asked him slowly, kissing him a couple more times before she pulled back to have a look at him. He was beautiful in this light, and she pondered his answer before she pressed a tender kiss to his nose. "If you need me to pay you more attention, I'm more than happy to."

[mccnrxse]

spell out your url using song titles!

tagged by: @architaciturn <3 tagging: @tadpo1z , @dekari0s , @pactclawed , @emeraldruid , @witchereyed

m — mirror maru by cashmere cat

c — columbine by skynd (ft. bill $aber)

c — chop suey! by system of a down

n — naomi by naomi jon

r — rún by skáld

x — xairetismous by stavento, marseaux

s — steel for humans by percival schuttenbach

e — edge of seventeen by stevie nicks

this was not easy 😅 but my 'liked songs' on spotify greatly helped. a bit polyjamorous.

[druidicbard]

⌈ * Romance headcanons . ⌋

Tagged by: @emeraldruid Tagging : anyone can steal this , please take it . 

Length warning.

Name: Hark Taveleth 

Nickname: The songbird

Gender: Intersex man

Romantic Orientation: Gay / Poly

Preferred Pet Names: he is so down for being called anything , he will take any nicknames . as long as they're not stuff like ‘stinky’ or ‘ugly’. he's so used to hearing ‘oi bard’ he will take anything over that .

Relationship Status: Single .

True Love: he believes in true love , he beleives in soul mates , though he does not believe there is only one . he is very free with love . he has a lot to give . 

Love at First Sight: no . he is quite the man for looking at a book cover and then opening that book to read the first page at the very least . 

How Romantic Are They? he can be extremely romantic , he was with his ex . taking him for walks and hikes , meanwhile he's growing flowers just for him . he would take him on cute little dates and not want anything in return . when he loves someone , hark will tell them that at every given time , and it can be in gestures of all sizes .

Ideal Physical Traits: as much as he leans towards the more handsome of men , and he will have a weakness for it , in truth , he really is just looking for the person behind the mask for the most part , in relationships that is . 

Ideal Personality Traits: a very good sense of humor , and someone who will not snap at him and his shennanigins , he wants someone who will either join in , or let him tell dirty jokes and sing stupid songs for hours without any form of judgement or disdain . 

Unattractive Physical Traits: anyone who dresses to show off , like rich people wearing stupidly expensive attire just to show off . no one needs 50 pairs of shoes .

Unattractive Personality Traits: he'll admit it , he hates anyone who attempts to be pompous without anything to back it up , or people who are just generally overconfident . and most notably …. anyone who says they dont like music . 

Ideal Date: a picnic in the fields , a hike , then a cool off and drink at a tavern with bards in the background at sunset . 

Do They Have a Type?: flirtatious men with a good sense of humor . 

Average Relationship Length: he's only been in one relationship , and that lasted a good 5 years . he doesnt do flings or one night stands .

Preferred Non-Sexual Intimacy: he likes to brush his hand through people hair and cup their cheeks , but if someone were to kiss his forehead, his nose , or his ears , he's done for . he literally falls for you instantly if you dose off and use him as a rest , or let him do that . 

Opinion on Public Affection: he's open to it , but he will always wait for his partner to make the first move .

Past Relationships: a courtesan at sharess caress , he got hark his job there , supported him and his career , and was hark's first for everything . yes its sorn orlith shhhhhh

[forbiddenacademia]

Her gaze is trained on him. Wide, unblinking eyes, deep as raw emerald. For a woman who usually looked the wolf, staring at him unmoving she held the aura of a hare. "Forbidden Academia." She answers immediate to his question. That much is truthful. No arcane secrets, but a lascivious tale between a professor and her arcane conjurations.

"I should have expected that any book beyond Waterdeep would be of little academic interest." Once she's certain he has not traced where the book landed, Haleth looks to her robes, brushing her hands upon the fabric to smooth out the wrinkles. "Are you much into literature yourself?" She asks, eager to turn the attention on to him.

Haleth jumps. Startled. Fully jolted from her skin when his voice manifests from the nothingness beside her gently pointed ear. She let's out a strangled gasp, slamming the pages of her book shut, tossing it beyond the tall grass. "What are you, part mouse?" Words come sharp for the fear coursing through her, for the embarrassment of being caught so engrossed in a romance novel.

"It's nothing interesting." She quickly says, flushed an overwhelming red, out of place on her pale skin. For the darkened woman who was rife with confidence she avoids his eyes completely. "Boring drivel. I thought it may pertain to my arcane interests so I was skimming it idly. Better left in the dirt wherever it has landed."

[wolf-eyes-wolf-soul]

Continued from here @emeraldruid

That was a fair point, Morren supposed. Bogs, fens, and swamps weren't exactly known for their cheery nature and this one seemed somehow worse. "I know there's supposed to be beauty in all kinds of nature but I am struggling to find it here."

She was getting antsy and the longer they took in this swamp, the worse it was becoming. She could feel them being watched and yet could see nothing when she searched. There was definitely a malevolent feeling in the air.

She shuffled just that little bit closer to Gareth. Strength in numbers.

"Who do you even reckon she would be meeting in this kind of place?" Morren wondered aloud. This mysterious Olodan had a funny sense in choosing meeting spots.

[sageofthestrange]

WHAT HORROR TROPE/METAPHOR I ENJOY ARE YOU FLOWERS ROTTING AS A METAPHOR FOR DEATH/DECAY

stems droop, go yellow like aged teeth. petals curl, go dry like paper, like corpse skin. the beauty of youth can only be preserved through unnatural means. roses drowned in silica gel, pins behind the eyes. glass vase, open casket. everyone is watching you. why aren't you moving? are you too weak to grow toward the light anymore?

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[wildskissed]

When he smiled like that, it made Eve feel as though perhaps she should be more upfront with her INTENTIONS more often. He looked truly happy and she wanted to make sure that he never looked anything other than that. She made a mental note to talk about it more, especially when he started to talk about what it was that he wanted, and it was the same thing she did: for them to be together.

"Nature will make me happy as well. I don't know about you, but I've been picturing us with a garden of some type," she began, smiling at him and then slipping her arms around his shoulders. "If we need to, we know now that we are perfectly CAPABLE of venturing out into the world for anything else. If that means travelling to a city for a bookstore, or magical ingredients and the like, we can do it."

Ours. That single word caused his head to cock and his smile to broaden. Until this moment he hadn't broached the subject of where they went from here, with everything going on the last thing they needed was a potentially tough conversation if she wasn't where he was. To hear her talking about them meant he didn't have to refrain from it any longer. That was a weight off his shoulders that she might not have even known was there.

"Somewhere within fair range to a decent town with some access to nature is my only request." A spot where he could quench his thirst for being around people but also be able to relish in his relationship with nature. Surely they could find a spot. "Quite honestly location hardly matters, I merely want you there with me."