#garog

[monster-disaster]

Request for a Grotesque? (Gargoyle is the popular name, but not the correct name).

It’s been a long time since I’ve read a lot of your stories, so please forgive me if I’m repetitive with plots you’ve already done.

Can you make him have DILF energy? Not an actual man with kids or an ex, just a man who’s good with kids, and is on the older side of course. I’m in desperate need of a very affectionate and gentle lover who just wants to overwhelmingly dote and take care of his future wifey. Is being someone’s baby girl too much to ask? T^T I can’t really handle super dominant and aggressive lover types. Like being ridiculously sweet, indulgent, intelligent, and manipulative is such a better archetype to get the girl. Bro don’t hit me in the bedroom. I’m delicate and bruise super easily.

Male x Female reader, if that’s not too much to ask :)

Thanks love!

Gods, I really need a boyfriend like that right now. I hope you will like it! :)

gargoyle/grotesque x Reader Warnings: smut

There is a slight pain at the back of your head. It throbs in sync with your pulse, making you scowl at the screen. The document stares back at you with bright, white lights. The long rows of black text become blurry for a second, and you need to close your eyes to stop yourself from tearing up. "Did you drink enough water?"

The sudden voice makes you jump with a startled gasp. In the process, you push yourself away from your desk, and you need to grab onto the wooden edge. Your eyes snap open, staring at the entrance of your office. "Garog," you say his name, watching him approach you. He is still in his work clothes with a paper bag in his hand. The scent of your favorite takeout fills your nostrils when he puts it on the table in favor of focusing on you. "Did you drink enough water?" He asks again, slipping his thick fingers to the back of your neck, drawing small circles on your tense muscles. A relieved breath leaves your lips at the feeling. You hum. "You can't solve everything with water," you tell him. Garog chuckles, reaching into the bag to put a bottle of water in front of you. "Are you sure about it?" "Thank you," you reply, reaching out for the bottle. You know the gargoyle won't leave you alone until you drink at least a few sips. He massages your neck and shoulders the whole time while you do so. "And eat too," he says after a while, stepping away to grab a chair and put it next to you. The thing creaks under his weight. "It's still warm." "I thought you were at home," you tell him while he is busy with the plastic containers. He shrugs. "I was," he says. "Then I called you twice, and when you didn't answer, I thought you had a rough day." "Did you call?" You ask, wanting to reach for your phone, but Gargog stops you with a gentle smile. "I'm sorry." "It's fine, love," he says. "As I said, I knew you had a busy day." Silence settles between you two while you openly stare at him. He is broad with sharp edges and gray sideburns. His nose is crooked, and you can barely see the color of his eyes when he smiles at you. The grayish shade of his skin seems lighter under the office lights. "Do you need anything else?" He asks. "No," you reply, a bit dreamily. "Sometimes I just forget how lucky I am." He grins at you before leaning down to kiss your lips. It's short and chaste. "I am the lucky one."

You could argue with him but decide against it.

For a while, both of you say nothing and just enjoy the calmness of your office while eating. Every bite and sip of water reminds you that eating and drinking weren't in your priorities today.

You glance at Garog from the corner of your eye. Damn, you really are lucky.

"I can throw them out," you tell Garog after your late dinner when he stands up to clean up your desk. "I want to make some coffee anyway." He frowns at you. "You shouldn't drink coffee this late." With a tired sigh, you lean back on your chair, massaging the side of your head in circles. "You still hurt, huh?" He asks, coming back to your side to rake his fingers through your hair. Your eyes fall shut immediately. "It will be fine," you tell him. "It's not that bad anymore, thanks to you." "My poor baby," he coos, and you laugh at his tone. "But lucky you, I know how we can get rid of it." "Water? Sleep?" You guess, still enjoying his caresses with closed eyes. "Those too," Garog agrees with something in his voice that makes you look up at him. He towers over you with wide shoulders and his wings that peek out from behind him. Your fingertips tingle with the urge to touch them. "But later. Now, I have something else in my mind." You know the heated glint in his eyes too well. He doesn't even have to say or do anything, and your body reacts immediately. "Here?" You ask him, shocked. "What if someone comes in?" You glance at the closed door a few meters away. Garog scoffs at your worry, pulling on your chair to separate you from your desk. "Nobody is here anymore, Y/N," he replies. "You are the only one still working." "Oh." He is right. "Do you trust me?" You almost frown, hearing his question. "Of course." "Then let me have my dessert, love." Something warm and giddy lits in your stomach as you laugh. "It was horrible." "It was not," he grins, getting rid of your pants and panties with one swift motion. "Are you really laughing at me?" He asks, amused. "No," you lie. "At least not for long," Garog grins at you wolfishly, settling on his knees between your legs. Whatever you wanted to say a few moments ago is long forgotten.

His hands are firm but gentle on your legs as he slides them up to your inner thighs, opening you up even more in front of his hungry eyes. "You are already wet," he states, running his thumb over your pussy, gathering your slickness on the tip of his finger. Your stomach flutters with excitement and anticipation. The muscles of your thighs almost hurt in the wide spread you keep them to give enough space for the gargoyle. "Garog," you breath out his name, impatient.

Your hectic day and the bright light of your laptop are forgotten. The only thing that still exists in your world right now is Garog, kneeling and leaning closer to your center. His breath fans over your slit, making you clench around nothing. And you don't have to wait for long to feel his tongue swipe over your wetness. "Fuck!" You groan, letting your head fall against the headrest of your chair. Your nails dig into the leather. He grunts something you don't understand, but to be honest, you don't even care. The rumble of his words surges through your body, searing over your nerves and veins. Your back arches when his tongue runs along your slit, flicking your clit repeatedly until you are a panting mess. Your fingers rake through his hair, keeping him against your pussy. "Oh!" Garog's lips close around your clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth with fever. You feel like a raw nerve, ready to burst. "Don't!' You cry, tightening your hold on his hair when he moves lower to bully your aching hole. "Please!" He hums again in answer, smiling into your pussy for a moment before returning to your clit. Electricity pumps your blood down to your center, and you writhe under him while pleasure builds in your belly. "There!" You mewl into the quiet office, filled with your moans. "Please! Garog!" His tongue rolls around your clit, taking it into his mouth again for a few last sucks to chase you to your orgasm. Your body trembles and shakes. Your hips twitch and push against his warm mouth while he drinks up your juices, humming and groaning with satisfaction. Waves of ecstasy crash through you, and white-hot circles dance in front of your closed eyes. "My girl," Garog hums, petting your thighs. His palms are warm on your skin, massaging your flesh and bringing you back to real life. "Take your time."

When you finally calm down after a few minutes, you feel tired but happy. Your eyelids are heavy, and Garog can't help but smile at your slugged form. "Can you come home with me?" He asks softly, glancing at your laptop. "And maybe we could stay at home tomorrow?" You hum, nodding. "But I need my laptop." "Of course, love," he says. "I put everything away while you get dressed." "I love you," you tell him, and he smiles.

[fiharri]

The new shipping my OCs together masterpost. Because I found the old one and decided it needed to be redone with my current OCs and current tastes. This is gonna be long.

For those who just want the visual quick version, here is the chart I made in google spreadsheets:

And for those who don't know every single OC I've ever made, here are quick and dirty summaries of each:

Mag Sterling (she/her): Private eye who fills the femme fatale role all by herself. She's pretty morally bankrupt, and she mostly stays in her role to satisfy the ever-present hunger for knowledge. Also she has superpowers (including mind-reading) and a codependent relationship with her assistant Jesse.

Quest (they/them): A shadar-kai paladin from the Shadowfell who serves the Raven Queen and was recently sent into Hell. Really doesn't feel strongly about good vs. evil (or at least they don't think they do) and cares more about planes not actively fucking with one another. Really has not been super open about their deal with their friends.

Nal'evi Eidris (she/her): A twi'lek ISB agent in the world of Rebellion-era/Imperial-era Star Wars. She is currently working with Special Forces in Strike Force Centurion and is constantly ratting on her co-workers/fellow Strike Force members. A cop, a traitor to her people, and a snitch.

Saryn Vhys (she/her): An elven adventurer, rogue, and alchemist in a world where dungeons just sort of…spontaneously appear! Her self-professed life goal is to find out what causes dungeons and figure out where their root source is once and for all. Only mildly traumatized by dungeons in her youth.

Cylthia (she/they): A tiefling druid who has identity issues. Swaps between an elven form that resembles her parents — who are both elves — and her natural tiefling form to the point they are both her identity at this point. Married to the leader of the elven kingdom of her home and a member of Motherfuckers Unlimited, who saved the fucking world.

Kayatosh Felrind (they/them): Failson of the royal family of the plane of Mechanus. Learned to be a rogue to be rebellious as a teenager, and kind of…just tried to figure out what the fuck to do after abdicating their role as heir.

Lorren Starstrider (she/her): A blood elf paladin from World of Warcraft originally. Has sort of two continuities, with a lot of similarities: 1. Sin'dorei blood knight in Azeroth, working with dragons to enhance her power and protect her family (six kids ♡); 2. D&D universe elven hero along with her husband Garog, retired happily but always willing to pick up the sword to defend people (also six kids but significantly different setting).

Teri'nor Dakari (she/her): Togruta Sith Inquisitor from the time of the Old Republic. Ruthless in pursuit of what she wants, the scion of two great Sith lineages, and generally a manipulative Sith in all ways. Ascends to the title of Darth Victaria on the Dark Council and becomes the Empress of Zakuul in one of her two diverging timelines.

Tavaris (they/she): The Dark Urge from BG3. Tiefling aberrant mind sorcerer. Pre-tadpoling, a manipulative bitch who frequently hurt people to get what they wanted. Sometimes what they wanted was to hurt people. Post-tadpoling, just trying their best to help those around them. Generally very sweet.

Dara (she/her): Tiefling dhampir blood hunter in the world of BG3. Abandoned at birth, shunned by her adoptive family once they realized she was…not completely mortal. Learned how to use blood magic and became a monster hunter, hoping to one day hunt down her biological parents. Has a Charisma score of 5. Acts like it.

Fiharri Tabris (she/her): An alienage elf from the city of Denerim. She's full of anger all the time, at the way she and her family have been treated along with all of elvenkind. She spent several years of her youth with a Dalish tribe, but her identity will always lie with her fellow city elves. She's angry! And she's fighting darkspawn. Finding a cure. Normal stuff to do when you're 25.

Herah Adaar (she/they): A tal-vashoth qunari from the Free Marches of Thedas. A mage, a rarity among her people, and a twin to a sister who did her best to keep up with the talented Herah. Shoved into a position of power as the Herald of Andraste and then the Inquisitor, responded as best she could and figured it out from there. She's generally fair-minded and focuses primarily on equality, for everybody as much as she can. Mage rights.

A few last notes: all of these are assuming either vague polyamory or monogamy is reasonable with how the characters meet. It's also assuming everything is consensual even with characters who theoretically could mess with one another's minds.

And now on to the ships. Going to go in category order from least to most compatible, but that's mostly just to organize. Have fun kids.

Wouldn't work in a million years.

Herah Adaar x Mag Sterling The real problem, for these two, is that their morals could never align. Mag is inherently selfish and greedy and Herah is inherently selfless and compassionate. They would argue over things and it wouldn't be healthy for any involved! Mag would want to be Herah's arm candy and use their position to her own advantage, and Herah would be grossed out by it. No way.

Herah Adaar x Nal'evi Eidris Once again, a conflict of morals. Herah believes in accountability and is inherently opposed to fascist regimes. Evi, on the other hand? She doesn't care, she believes the Empire is in everyone's best interest. She is a cop at heart, and Herah would throw spells at her speeder. They would be much more likely to find themselves on opposite sides of a fight than ever be together.

Fiharri Tabris x Nal'evi Eidris See prev. No but for real, once again, you'll notice a trend with Evi. She's got morals that align with a fascist Empire: do you think she's going to fit well with a freedom fighter who actively works against the interest of colonial powers? I didn't think so. Fiharri would bite Evi and not in a kinky way.

Tavaris x Mag Sterling This is one of a couple special ones in this category. Namely: pre-tadpole they would belong in the crazy sex category…post-tadpole? Never in a million years. Pre-tadpole, Tavaris was exactly the kind of horrible manipulative bitch that would work great with Mag. Except that she was also the chosen of the god of murder and loved torture and murder and cannibalism, which is not quite Mag's bag. They would invent new types of sex, but then either Mag would escape by the skin of her teeth or she'd be one of Tav's many victims. Oops!

Tavaris x Nal'evi Eidris One of the other "Tav would have had crazy sex with them pre-tadpole then made them another murder victim". The problem here is that in their main canon forms, they are absolutely incompatible. Tav tries to help people. Evi tries to help the Empire. These are not compatible things. Pre-tadpole? Tavaris would want to pick Evi apart. Sexually and literally. Evi would be into the former, but would not be able to escape the latter.

Teri'nor Dakari x Quest Most of the wouldn't works are differences in morals, but this is also a difference in lifestyle! Yes, Teri is a Dark Lord of the Sith and all, but frankly I think Quest could get over that (except for the Empire having slavery, that's not so great, but Teri isn't super into slavery either). The problem is really that Teri is happy to sit and be content as Darth Victaria. Quest I don't really see settling down, at least not as someone's side piece.

Teri'nor Dakari x Saryn Vhys Similar to the previous, there's a number of factors. Saryn wouldn't like the whole Empire thing. Teri would want to stay still more than Saryn could handle. Plus I don't think either of them wants to be the wife in someone else's story, and inevitably it would happen to one of them. They would kind of suck if they were ever a couple, but they never could be one because of who they are.

Lorren Starstrider x Mag Sterling Now they do deserve to be hot together. I mean, buff paladin and sexy femme fatale would be a great couple. The problem is that Lorren is a champion of righteousness, light, and justice and all that. Mag would not be about that! Just would not. She likes to know answers, but she will manipulate people and their minds to get them. That goes directly against Lorren's entire way of being. Plus, Lorren would want to settle down and Mag…needs a character arc before she'll be able to settle anywhere.

Lorren Starstrider x Nal'evi Eidris Once again, Nal'evi's curse of being a cop. Weird how that makes her get less pussy. Lorren is a mother, a champion of the Light, and a woman who always tries to do what is right. Evi also tries to do what is right, but her idea of right would go completely against Lorren's. Lorren would never give up personal autonomy for safety — Evi believes all information should belong to the Empire because they can keep everyone safe. They'd be enemies, and not the homoerotic kind.

Kayatosh Felrind x Quest For once, this is just an incompatibility of spirit. They wouldn't be enemies or anything…but Kayatosh is a free spirit. Kayatosh runs away from duty and justice and expectations of others. I don't think they could square their lifestyle with Quest's devotion of "stop planar interference and always be chasing the mission". I don't think Quest would be happy with Kayatosh's desire to run away from the mission either. They wouldn't be able to be together because there would just be so much friction.

Kayatosh Felrind x Nal'evi Eidris Their morals don't super mesh, but that's not the dealbreaker here. No, the dealbreaker is the fact that Evi is a career woman and Kayatosh needs freedom. Their partner having a job wouldn't be a problem, but Evi would be bound to their Empire job in a way that would make Kayatosh feel tied down or, worse, abandoned.

Saryn Vhys x Nal'evi Eidris My green girls for two of my active games! They would be terrible for each other. Incompatible morals, incompatible lifestyles, and it would be too much green all around. Saryn wants to help people by discovering more about dungeons, going where the wind takes her research. Evi wants to help the Empire subjugate protect more peoples of the galaxy and stop them rebels. The relationship would suck if it ever got past trying to stab one another in the back.

Nal'evi Eidris x Quest The Lady's Guard would have a problem with how Evi does things because let's be honest. The Empire would invade other planes of reality if they had the option. Evi would be happy to abet. Quest and Evi would at best get sword-barely-cutting-throat homosexuality.

Quest x Mag Sterling The Thursday pair! Quest is noble and devoted to a mission. Mag is selfish and devoted to herself, the mission is just…part of that, for now. I think they'd hate each other's vibes. Mag would try to flirt, and Quest would be vaguely uncomfortable the entire time.

Tavaris x Kayatosh Felrind Tavaris and Kayatosh would actually be fine as friends! Adventuring companions, even! But feelings between them would not lead to a relationship that would work, even short-term. Tavaris wants to find a life to call their own, a settled one preferably. Kayatosh wants to be free, and they wouldn't know how to handle Tavaris's killer instincts (the literal ones, the Urge). They would not handle one another's hearts well enough to be together for any time at all. Friends, though? They could be good friends.

Tavaris x Teri'nor Dakari Teri would remind Tav far, far too much of Sarevok and other leaders of the Cult of Bhaal. Pre-tadpole, they might fuck severely and brutally, but unlike some of the others, Tav can't overpower and kill Teri quite so easily. The magical mental magic goes both ways, fucker! Teri would also be uninterested in any part of Tav that wasn't the Urge, and that would make Tav sooooo uncomfortable it's unreal.

Could sleep together casual style

Kayatosh Felrind x Mag Sterling There would be enough mutual attraction here for something to happen. They would have a good time! Neither of them would be interested in a second date. Or a first date, honestly. They'd see each other, go oh hot, sleep together, then both move on with their lives. And if Kayatosh never came by again, Mag would never ask.

Cylthia x Mag Sterling Cylthia has very strong morals…but unlike some of my other characters, she isn't so adherent to them she wouldn't occasionally enjoy a little something with someone like Mag. Would she be able to be in any kind of relationship? No. But they'd have a bit of mutual fun. It would be a good story for Mag to tell with none of the baggage. And Cylthia could move on without too much trouble.

Cylthia x Quest I don't think either of them would want much out of the other. Not compatible lifestyle-wise, but there would definitely be attraction. Attraction and mutual enjoyment enough for a FWB sort of situation? They'd like each other a lot! But nothing romantic would spark between them.

Teri'nor Dakari x Herah Adaar Teri could be the semi-evil advisor to Herah's Inquisition. Herah could be the moral compass homoerotic enemy that Teri fucks before going on her full evil arc. In another life, maybe they'd be compatible. As it stands? Nah, they're much more…one night and move on.

Teri'nor Dakari x Fiharri Tabris Morals are not something that would hold either of them back from this. They wouldn't develop feelings because Fiharri wouldn't be content to stay in Teri's shadow, and Teri wouldn't be enthralled enough with Fiharri to chase after her. They'd have a good time, but neither of their lives would change. They might get new kinks though.

Dara x Nal'evi Eidris Dara is not as constrained by morals as some of my other OCs, even less so than Cylthia. That said, Evi wouldn't appeal to her long term. The two would spend a night together, but Dara would be gone before morning. Evi would go back to work. She's married to the job.

Maybe for a bit, but it wouldn't work out

The biggest category!

Saryn Vhys x Mag Sterling Saryn and Mag share a fundamental curiosity about the world. For Saryn, that's led her to dungeons. For Mag, that's led her to trying to figure out people. They'd work together quenching their curiosities, but it would never roll out in the long term. Mag is too…shitty a person for Saryn. Always has been, always will be.

Fiharri Tabris x Quest They would want it to work. They would! Quest would seem like a hero type from Fiharri's childhood dreams, someone who really believes in the future and fights for good. But they'd have different needs when it comes to emotions and physical affection. Quest is very reserved, and Fiharri is nigh-explosive. They'd have an argument, break up, and reunite on good terms years later.

Dara x Quest Dara and Quest are honestly similar in a lot of ways. They're both very determined, they both have a lot to give of themselves. They both care about results more than methods. The problem is really in that they wouldn't necessarily spend time together. Their hobbies wouldn't align in a way that makes it fun for them to spend time together. Dara might also tap into things that Quest doesn't agree with, morally, and it might strain the relationship. They'd be best as a short term thing and then move on with their lives. Dara does have a thing for paladins though…

Tavaris x Quest This is a case of different life expectations. Tavaris cannot wait for quiet domesticity after the lifetime of pain they've endured. When you're Bhaal's special little blorbo and have over 20 years of maiming, torturing, killing, and cannibalism, the idea of settling in the countryside and watching the birds is appealing. Quest won't go for it. They're built for a mission, and they're most fulfilled when carrying it out. (When Quest eventually figures out whatever the fuck is going on with the Lady's Guard, Tav might send them a memo for the former-god-cult support group. What who said that.)

Lorren Starstrider x Quest Similar to TavQuest, Lorren would be happier stationary and Quest would be happier moving. They'd get along swimmingly, but Quest wouldn't be happy with the type of life Lorren wants. I think Quest wouldn't take well to retirement in general. Lorren is glad for them to live the life they want, and she's going to live the life she's been working for for decades.

Fiharri Tabris x Saryn Vhys They'd cause friction more than anything. Fiharri is angry and irritable. Saryn would fuck up, or not pay enough attention, and Fiharri would be upset. Fiharri would be too aggressive, and Saryn would get uncomfortable. They'd argue, and it'd go poorly because they have a combined Charisma of 11 (spiritually, I haven't rolled Fiharri in D&D). They'd hurt one another. It would just be a bad experience for them even if they genuinely heart-wrenchingly loved one another.

Lorren Starstrider x Saryn Vhys Given how they're both usually portrayed, Lorren would see Saryn…more like her kids than an equal? Lorren is very sure of herself most of the time, she has lived a long life and experienced a lot. Saryn doesn't really have that for herself. Lorren would be someone she admired, not someone she could have a healthy adult relationship with. This one is only for people with mommy issues. (Saryn has two moms, she doesn't have enough mommy issues to pursue this.)

Cylthia x Saryn Vhys They would try. They'd be attracted to each other, and have similar ideas about trying to explore. But they'd grow apart. Cylthia would have ideas about high society romance and settling down and kids and a stationary life once she recovered from her whole not-being-accepted feeling. Saryn would probably feel uncomfortable with that. Girl needs some big changes before that happens! She doesn't want to be her family, even if she loves them! So they would grow apart, and eventually have to split.

Kayatosh Felrind x Cylthia First of all, this is fucking hilarious because Cylthia is literally a celebrity in Kayatosh's universe. Not a celebrity in Mechanus, but they definitely know the tale of MFU and their defeat of the Abeast. I think they'd be a bit starstruck by her, and she'd find them fun! But they wouldn't work because of that dynamic, and because Kayatosh would show Cylthia how much she's grown…and grown to not just want to be free-roaming. She wants a life in Neilia. Kayatosh would never be comfortable there. It would be tragic, but they wouldn't part on bad terms I think. Just full of regrets and a little bit of disappointment.

Lorren Starstrider x Kayatosh Felrind The ONLY way these two work romantically is if Lorren is doing some sort of mommy issues shit with Kayatosh. Kayatosh was always loved, but their position was always one they were forced into. Lorren could be loving, accepting mother for them. I don't think either of them would want to cross the streams of that with romance and sex. Like, they could, but I don't think it's what they'd want. Once they realize that it'd kinda be over before it began. Kayatosh would think Lorren is SUPER hot though.

Teri'nor Dakari x Kayatosh Felrind Kayatosh would enjoy being Teri's arm candy for a bit, but they'd get the itch to leave. Teri wouldn't enjoy being abandoned. She also wouldn't appreciate their lack of ambition because ambition is what drives EVERYTHING Teri does. Kayatosh would eventually slink away and see that the Empire is too restrictive, and so is Teri. No love lost for Mrs. Dakari, unfortunately.

Teri'nor Dakari x Lorren Starstrider They would start out strong — ambitious, goal-oriented, strong morals. Their moral conflict would start creeping in. Teri's manipulative attitude would bother Lorren. Lorren's righteousness would bother Teri. They'd be lovers to enemies is what I'm saying.

Dara x Lorren Starstrider I think they could honestly work for a bit. It really would be a matter of future that makes them break up. Dara wouldn't feel the same way about Lorren in terms of what family and goals mean for her, and they would argue. Not normal couple arguments, but real ones. It'd get too heated and they'd apologize but it wouldn't fix the friction. Plus, despite being a blood knight, I don't think Lorren would be 100% cool with Dara practicing blood magic.

Herah Adaar x Kayatosh Felrind Much like many of Kayatosh's relationships, it would start out well, but inevitably Kayatosh would be pulled away by their nature. Herah cares about her friends and her responsibilities. She cares about securing a future for people. Kayatosh doesn't, and Kayatosh wants to find the next amazing thing. It would be a short-lived flame, inevitably burning out.

Fiharri Tabris x Kayatosh Felrind Fiharri's knack for getting into incredibly dangerous situations would worry Kayatosh a lot, even if they were doing good to start. She wouldn't be enough fun for them either. They'd get bored, and antsy, and it would annoy her. And she'd go in search for a cure to the Blight, and Kayatosh's heart wouldn't be able to take it either way. They'd part ways, maybe friends or maybe not.

Dara x Kayatosh Felrind Dara is too serious for Kayatosh. Kayatosh is too flighty for Dara. Dara's wandering is out of necessity. They want a home. Kayatosh's wandering is out of wanderlust, an eternal desire to see more and find somewhere new. They wouldn't be looking for home. Neither would Dara be ready to pick up and go at the first sign of trouble. They wouldn't work, and I don't think they'd really enjoy hanging out together. Shared hobbies include: swords? Tattoos? That's about it.

Fiharri Tabris x Lorren Starstrider This is a case where they'd both want it to work. I mean, they'd like each other a lot. Tempers, fighting together, even sharing experiences of the hurt of their people and their pasts. They're both genocide survivors! But there would come a point where Lorren tells Fiharri she has to make peace with ghosts of her past. There's not enough room in their bed for three. And Fiharri wouldn't be able to promise that.

Dara x Teri'nor Dakari By all means they should work, except that Dara wouldn't be altogether comfortable with the Sith thing. I mean, they'll use blood magic and they're not super pressed about using unethical means sometimes, but the Sith Empire at its height? Slavery? No, that's just wrong. And Teri might not be supportive of the worst things in the Sith, but neither does she fundamentally change how the Empire functions. The imperialism works for her. And Dara wouldn't be okay with that. So that's that.

Herah Adaar x Dara They'd have fun together. But Herah would want the kind of stability Dara can't give, emotionally and physically. Dara would get frustrated with Herah's constant desire to be everything for everyone, and it would leave her feeling neglected. Likewise, Herah wouldn't be able to always handle the darkest parts of Dara. Nothing wrong with them, it's just how it is. They'd try. It wouldn't work.

Herah Adaar x Fiharri Tabris They're both people who have been alienated from themselves in the roles they were shoved into. They'd bond hard and fast, but they wouldn't be able to reconcile what they want in their personal lives. The love was there, it didn't change anything, but it matters that it was there. Inevitably they'd part to lead their own lives.

Yeah this works

Nal'evi Eidris x Mag Sterling Now these two! These two are the type to REALLY fit together. I mean, they're both nosy bitches. Mag would be okay with the type of work Evi does for the Empire. As long as Mag stayed mostly within the lines, Evi would be happy to let her do what she wanted. They would enable one another in the worst way, and Mag would dom the shit out of Evi.

Teri'nor Dakari x Mag Sterling For once, Mag could be the side piece. And I don't mean the mistress, she's usually fine with that, but I mean the arm candy. She'd be the piéce de résistance in Teri's ownership of the Empire. Would their relationship be a deeply loving one? Probably not. But they'd both get what they wanted, and they'd use each other, and they'd be happy. Teri would find Mag a fitting place collecting intelligence and satisfy her hunger for mystery. This would be Mag's happy evil ending.

Herah Adaar x Quest Is loving duty together a form of intimacy? These two it probably would be. Their dedications would be compatible, the way they'd want to help one another would be compatible. Their struggles with being Other in the place that needs them the most would be compatible. They'd spar, talk about magic, laugh about struggles, explore, and come home to somewhere together. They'd be happy with one another. And they'd dance at grand balls, which would be lovely.

Teri'nor Dakari x Nal'evi Eidris Okay this would be Evi's pipe dream. A Dark Lord of the Sith, if she was in an era with Sith, loving her? Teri would be happy to have Evi as her little spy within ISB, coming home to her in their penthouse and delivering any information. Evi would be endlessly loyal to Teri, to a fault even, and they'd both love it. There would be some using of one another, but the power imbalance would be something Evi wants, and Teri isn't the sort to abuse that if she's getting what she wants. She doesn't hurt people unnecessarily, and honestly neither does Evi. Imperial power couple for real.

Herah Adaar x Saryn Vhys Unfortunately it feels a bit like familiar ground, but I think the two of them would settle in the same place together! They'd both be happy exploring ancient ruins of the world, finding forgotten knowledge, but having a place to call home. They'd hold hands in forgotten temples and at official events. Saryn would be happy to let Herah take center stage so long as her work was never forgotten in it (and it wouldn't be, if Herah had a say). They would work.

Fiharri Tabris x Cylthia ANGRY!! The two of them would light up the town together in every sense. They'd bond over their feeling of separation from their culture. They'd bond over magic, because for Cylthia it was freeing and Fiharri didn't even really tap into it until she was old enough to hide it. They'd have so much to share and it would truly bring them joy. They'd find a home with one another, and they'd do some truly ridiculous things to bring down people who hurt others. Arson, mostly. Theft too. Also public humiliation because do you KNOW who we are? They'd love each other like a blazing fire.

Tavaris x Saryn Vhys Adventurer romance would be the name of the game here. They'd go adventuring together and find something true for themselves! They'd find ways to be happy together because they've both got enough of both worlds to be able to find joy in traveling together or settling to some degree, so long as they did it without expectations of any kind of forever. Saryn would be grounding for Tav, Tav would be grounding for Saryn. They'd be a nice couple.

Dara x Cylthia This is a case of Cylthia being allowed to be selfish. Not in a cruel way, just in a…Dara would encourage her to prioritize Cylthia. To find what Cylthia needs. And Cylthia would help Dara to think more about herself instead of her purpose too. They'd be selfish together in a way that would heal them both, and they'd help each other accept themselves. It helps that Dara is a tiefling, and Cylthia would see her own beauty reflected back at her. Plus, I think Cylthia would really like getting bit by a vampire/dhampir.

Saryn Vhys x Quest Once again, I repeat myself, but I think they'd be a great adventuring couple. Quest goes after monsters, Saryn researches them. Quest wears the armor and looks the impressive hero, Saryn presents her newest theories to a group of scholars. They'd be happy on the road together, a mission in their hearts and warmth as they sit together on their carts. Plus, Quest can't open a lock to save their life and Saryn can't talk their way out of a barrel of fish.

Lorren Starstrider x Cylthia This would definitely be leaning a bit into Cylthia's desire for acceptance from elves, but Lorren would be a good influence on her on that front. Cylthia would be happy to settle with Lorren if she had a true place wherever they settled, and the two of them would have a happy retirement together. Their parties would be friends! Cylthia would be ecstatic to be a mom, and Lorren is at her best when she's providing for a family she loves. So yeah, they'd be domestic as hell, and Lorren would stop Cylthia from like 98% of the arson.

Dara x Saryn Vhys Once again, I repeat myself. Adventuring power couple! Dara is very blunt and straightforward about her magic, and so Saryn doesn't mind it too much. Dara would help Saryn with her research. Saryn would help Dara find out the truth about her past. They'd stay up late talking theories, they'd fuck up talking and apologize to one another. They'd find themselves on the road together and they'd be happy to not be so alone.

Herah Adaar x Cylthia Cylthia would find in Herah the same kind of stability she finds in her canon love interest. Herah would be a force for purpose in Cylthia's life, and Cylthia would be a force for freedom in Herah's. They both would find something in the other, but neither would push the other beyond the point of no return. They'd be a really good pair and get into some shenanigans with their elemental magic I'm sure. Also, they both would walk into places like 🤨 are you going to say that to ME? the Inquisitor/a member of MFU???

Fiharri Tabris x Tavaris These two would have a similar struggle with anger. For Fiharri, it's from a life of oppression and struggle. For Tavaris, it's from a life of Bhaal-urged desire to kill and being raised in a cult that says that's good, actually. They'd help one another heal, and they'd help one another solve the issues that plague them. Fiharri would be first through the door to the temple of Bhaal to help Tavaris get rid of her blood. And Tavaris would be the first on the road to help find a cure for the Blight. They'd love each other and want to find their happy ending away from their blood.

Tavaris x Cylthia Self-acceptance through the other and through hot tiefling sex. Tavaris and Cylthia would be able to bond over the amnesia thing! Not exactly the same circumstances but the lack of autonomy. And also just the…feeling otheredness. I think they'd enjoy time together watching the stars and playing games and just spending time together. They'd be fun and enjoy each other's company in a way that'd be refreshing.

Herah Adaar x Lorren Starstrider They would be such a power couple. No one would fuck with these two. They'd gripe about chronic pain together, snicker about stupid political nonsense. They'd also adopt kids and be power moms. In general they'd fit together really well, and they'd both be happy to stop moving and settle somewhere nice. They'd love each other dearly, and they'd accept one another as they are. If that isn't enough, what is?

Kayatosh Felrind x Saryn Vhys Wanderlust: the couple. Saryn isn't dedicated to permanently being on the road, but I think the dungeoneering lifestyle would fit Kayatosh very well. They'd be a dungeoneering couple finding jobs that fit them, being pretty happy while doing it, and take their off-time at the Dragoon with the rest of Saryn's party. Kayatosh wouldn't feel tied down, Saryn wouldn't feel compelled to a life she didn't want. Plus they'd be able to spend time together with alchemy, with funny literature, with going out on the town (though that's decidedly more Kayatosh than Saryn). I think they'd make a good couple for as long as their adventuring lifestyle would last.

Herah Adaar x Tavaris Love is the death of duty. Okay, that's a bit dramatic and a GoT quote but still. They're both very devoted to their ways of helping people, but they'd also both be really happy for a quiet night by the fire knowing everything is okay. A married, domestic life would suit them fine, and so would going out to do good together. They'd laugh together, make art, bake things, and practice their magic. It's all either of them could really want.

Dara x Tavaris This one is the closest to any "canon" of any of these ships. Dara would be a wonderful companion to Tavaris during their journey to rid themself of Bhaal. Tavaris would do everything in her power to help Dara discover her origins and, eventually, meet her mother. Traveling together with the tadpole crew would work for them! They'd snuggle close in Last Light, go to Sorcerous Sundries, they'd like being around each other. Dara wouldn't be Tav's dream girl necessarily, but they'd fill a need for each other, and that flame wouldn't go out simply because the journey ended. They'd be happy together, if that's what they decided they wanted.

Soulmates

Tavaris x Lorren Starstrider I say these two are soulmates because their ideas of their life align. They'd both love to retire happy domestic mom lives. They're both happy to be remembered in the abstract and not the literal by people. They both crave that relationship where they support one another and are around one another enough to give each other more social support than anyone else. They'd complete one another when it came to the lives they were happiest in. Not to mention that during their journeys, they'd help one another no question. Lorren would be with Tavaris through the night at Moonrise Towers. Tavaris would always agree to help watch over Sallaneyia and Angel when they were little and Lorren needed to help defend their home. They would understand one another and they would love each other. If they were in the same story, at the same time, they would love each other.

Fiharri Tabris x Dara Fiharri and Dara approach the world in a similar enough way while still being different that they'd really be happy together. They're both constantly searching. Neither of them is accepting the world the way it is, and neither of them would hesitate to join the other on a journey. They're not content with stillness, but neither are they eternally wander-bound. They have goals, and they don't expect the world to bend to them. They also won't bend. They're both blunt, not willing to beat around the bush, and they both care about solutions more than methods (to a point). I think they'd fit together perfectly, a pair that would burn down the world for each other.

CRAZY SEX then they never see each other again

Fiharri Tabris x Mag Sterling Fiharri wouldn't agree with Mag's morals but she would fuck her nasty. They would invent new kinds of positions to do with their various skills. Fiharri would leave some marks, some extra ones when Mag tries to fuck with her and she lashes back. They'd both leave satisfied and determined never to see one another again.

Dara x Mag Sterling Dara is similar to Fiharri, only she would have better resistance to Mag's mental manipulations. Mag would get dommed hard. They would get some blood on them. They would never want to interact in the light of day.

Cylthia x Nal'evi Eidris Cylthia and Evi have diametrically opposed ways of living, but I think the mutual attraction would be strong. And with the crossing of settings…there are opportunities with druidic magic mixed with Imperial information-gathering devices.

Teri'nor Dakari x Cylthia Sith lightning + fire magic + two horny nonhumans = burning down a building for one night of crazed passion.

[goodguygarog]

So... I forgot to post this about a month ago. This was a lovely piece done by Roloviel over on Wyrmrest Accord and let me tell you. WHEN I GOT THIS FOR MY BIRTHDAY I COULDNT STOP SCREAMING AND CRYING BECAUSE THIS IS SO GOOD OF MY WONDERFUL ORC SHAMAN! But yeah, i need to share it with all my lovely friends on Tumblr!

[thebuildingcacophony]

💭

Inspired Music: 

The third chocolate mint muffin slid down her throat easilyas Ilyea chewed the confectionery that her daughter had provided her. There wasstill two more upon the plate to the side, and the woman began to feel herselfgetting a little full. The taste did not have the dryness of too much flourbeing added, and seemed moist on the tongue as it slid down. She only had topause to drink one glass of water in-between each muffin instead of the usualtwo.

As Ilyea reached for another muffin, her eyes glanced overto one of the lighted candelabra that glittered along the tavern halls ofErudition. It was of shiny polished metal that was of some expensive tastefulthing that Demy had picked out. Hell if Ilyea knew at that point, but it wasthe flame that the mage was attracted to. Her mind drifted to the one personthat the flame seemed to exist on, the Phoenix.

“Aranya is someone that one could easily wax poetic abouttheir beauty, their kindness, their support for people but there’s somethingelse I can’t really put my finger on.

Was it how she didn’t seem phased when I pressed the knifeto the Naga’s throat and cut it? Kin-ship by torture it would seem to be arather fine gait.

I always wondered how her magic *tasted* like but the stupidarcane gem that Halenvar gave her always kept me from getting a true feel atleast until recently.

Her magic seems to pulse and flow like a heart. It bubblesclose to the surface and then spreads around like magma. There’s a dark core ofsomething that singes your tongue when it becomes too hot and the soft feelingof fire light on a cold day.

Just like Garog, she is fire but not quite.

Perhaps like with the ritual to bring her back from thenether, there is an essence within the flames that derives her magic. Maybethat is why the Valanjar gave Aranya the gem because there is something therethat may undo it.

Something interesting, but something deeper.

It’s hard to say exactly what I think of her because I feelas if there is more. Something more then what we are meant to be seeing.

Conclusion: Observe. Observe and generally approachable, aswell as polite as need be. Take as much knowledge as you can about the woman,when you can. Take up any offers she has as well, she knows a lot more then shelets on”

Ilyea pushed the empty plate of muffins to the side beforegulping down another large glass of conjured water. Using a passing servant,Ilyea snuck past the kitchen to avoid another muffin ladened plate as she madeher way outside.

@aranyaphoenix (Mentions:  @halenvar @goodguygarog @roewyn @scions-of-antiquity ))

[ravenkult]

King Garog from Raid by Tamara Konstanchenko https://www.artstation.com/artwork/9mlvYO

[aranyaphoenix]

“Lady” Ver’Sarn

Dear Lady Ver’Sarn... Esteemed Lady Ver’Sarn... Lady Aranya...

Lady Ver’Sarn... Lady... Lady...

“When the fel will they all just get it right?”

Arcanist. Not lady. Aranya had said it a million times to a million different faces, and still, her desk was now covered in letters that all addressed her as one addresses a noble: Lady Ver’Sarn.

She disliked it. Even without the history behind it, it made her uncomfortable, like someone was trying to put some heavy crown on her head that she shouldn’t have and didn’t want.

Aranya placed both palms on her desk, and leaned in a slump over all her papers with a sigh. She was supposed to be looking over things for Kurel. She would be seeing him very soon, to return his coat and talk over what else they could now do for each other.

The arcanist had buyers and sellers catching word of mouth and addressing her as “lady,” looking for the better deals which the Eclipse Syndicate could connect them with. She had gradually been gaining operatives, appraisers, and people who could get jobs done. She still needed to secure a good midway point, positioned between all her deals, for storing and shipping, and crews to take the merchandise - above-board or smuggled, whichever they felt brave enough to take on.

Kurel had Sunspire - to say nothing of Northrend - and the free port of Sunspire was just damn perfect.

He called her “lady,” too, sometimes, didn’t he? The first time was done erroneously, but any other time after that that she could remember, it was like he wanted everyone in earshot to respect her as he did. Making a point.

Garog had told her she might as well get used to it, that it didn’t matter what her ancestors had made a tradition of since the dawn of Quel’thalas. It didn’t matter that Thiodron Ver’Sarn had given up his lordly title and noble rights to rebel against Azshara, as the ancient elf queen brought the Legion upon Azeroth. It didn’t matter that every generation after him had honored his sacrifice in never bearing noble title again. It didn’t matter.

“In the eyes of the people, you are noble,” the orc had said. “Your actions, your spirit. You are their lady.”

A lady of the people...?

It could be supposed that there were worse things to be.

Didn’t make it any less uncomfortable.

No freedom, no glory, nothing truly worth having is ever without cost, without sacrifice. ~ Lord Thiodron Ver’Sarn

@kurel-andiel @goodguygarog @sunspireport @eclipsesyndicatewra

[bee-shaver]

My two characters that I play in my campeigns

Echo the bard and garog the barbarian

[4chanmusic]

https://soundcloud.com/ral-garog/play-time

[dexter-jones-the-trans-pan-boi]

i’m gonna do something bad

ok as you all know my dad’s a peace of shit. he crossed the line today, this morning he made me clean the house, the garoge, and mow the lawn, i know you’r all thinking “don’t be a brat it’s just chores” i wouldn’t be as pissed if i wasn’t barfing my lungs up for the 3ed day in a row and if he didn’t make me get up at 5 in the fucking morning to do all of that. i am not a morning person, and i can’t handle manual laber and being sick. 

my boss fired me for being trans and pansexual saying “you’re making our coustamers very uncofertable” i would like to know how i a 15 year old boy am making people who don’t know anything about me basides that my name is Dexter and i work in a hardware store makes people uncofortable, i work a shif with no other peopl e because no one is willing to work 6-10 pm on the weekends. 

my school is trying to press charges on me for self dafence and is rafuseing to check camra footege because i attacked an adult, i didn’t attack her i tried to get her away from me so i could run away because she was kicking me.

my posible new home houses stripers that are almost always horny and willing to bang anyuone over the age of 16 without questions asked, i’ll half tro move back to newyork, and deal with the family buizness that i want nothing to do with, and posably marry my cousin cause my ne family is fucking crazy.

everyone in my life is racist, transphobic, and homaphobic. people at my school keep saying i’ll burn in hell for being who i am and they are all trying to presur me to change, and if i move back to newyork hello cathlic school.

my mothers dog died a couple of days ago and aparintly she forgot to briong him back in cause i found out he didn’t die because of old age, oh no my mother let our nabers shoot him.

and thats not the worst of it, im sitting here holding a test in my hand tyhats telling me “your not sick no, you need to get a damb abortion you fucking hore” thats the way my sister put it. but the thing about that is i havent done the ditaly in 6 months and i had my period last month so how am i friken prego.

and i just realiswed that i spelt half the words on this rant wrong but ya kbnow what, fuckl it im not fixing it because io don’t give a damb anymore. my brain hurts, im tired, and i havent eaten in 4 days. fuck life and fuck proper grammer

[444names]

neo-sindarin dictionary

Abboar Acting Actinnaw Adfawn Adhem Adowenn Aente Aguin Aming Angus Antmenflui Antrunned Anuia Anuthous Appoked Astrod Aterond Auchang Avaling Awnhia Bablagrod Bablemmodh Balleting Bantanceru Beaseadh Behia Berchig Binief Bining Bipmen Bitaf Bleirn Blostalene Bousking Braccome Bragel Brilt Bubleb Burine Burrovnad Cakes Cannang Canned Causs Cavaphig Cennas Ceptint Ceridui Cerocang Cethas Cisteastol Clect Clirbourst Clowy Collet Comank Comass Comest Compleg Comrûd Conab Copeet Corance Cortel Corth Couning Covenur Covramous Cranobstad Croth Cryoung Cuight Curefeleg Curest Cutang Cutha Danounces Dantr Daran Dayour Deled Depladled Derenad Deria Dering Derus Dervit Descurent Dickle Dompliort Donch Dopetha Dorafear Doremil Dortuara Drevui Drideflui Eadhray Eaverklin Edhow Egleanwo Eirile Eiter Ellive Eltheek Embed Emped Endoleile Eness Enevan Entivess Enuing Eraphagoll Ermastar Etheathar Ethreb Evers Everuise Eviston Excaew Exclas Exiog Expar Explanna Expleath Exprous Extell Extenet Extrostang Fachion Faellag Faenigith Faeryn Falty Fammard Fannedin Farphanídh Feentmen Feepal Femne Ficaed Ficaeg Ficarph Figicalle Findord Firelch Fishenaeb Fixty Flapill Flethrol Floated Floroba Flothaught Foeog Fortheasy Fortleight Foustraen Foweg Fress Frunnan Fulay Fustansomp Fíriard Ganch Garcer Gardleglet Gardlivion Garog Geout Glabblîn Glablodore Glakab Glamorm Glath Gloute Gobwed Gollnen Golorth Golowelm Goollopen Goossaur Grearrin Grosta Grour Gulth Gwakent Gwalastrim Gwandennar Gwanwegil Gwanóren Gwarb Gwarvin Gwatte Gwelphaust Gwemeathad Gwene Gwiessist Gwift Gŷthreover Hadmia Hailly Hallstrui Hanashig Harbong Harput Hasiourn Hastaled Heara Hegalteen Heitath Helchal Hement Hilially Hiple Honsita Hount Howsy Hunicce Hwamransab Hwarth Hwiladh Híday Hírice Ideparts Ifived Imishor Imparth Infaves Intred Isgal Ishel Judas Julgraew Kilint Lannown Lantel Latcreith Learpetto Lhaited Lhand Lhicle Lhousta Lielcompe Liespeth Lignight Lilind Limreal Linater Linged Locklent Logolf Loond Loring Lothadol Lothirthor Lotic Lowls Luinet Líthon Madamist Maence Magondly Maind Mainit Malthe Massur Matecur Maudda Mazzlint Meldin Misockey Mooch Morthir Moste Mîdhrect Nammenwi Narthwed Nasbar Naudde Naunsons Neezerla Nemilted Ningaudh Niwria Nodbeachar Noeolloroy Noling Norice Obarnang Octiol Odynx Ogate Olinsed Orchathîr Orged Orness Oroomenen Otensog Othiereark Oushite Paegivion Paenthath Paing Pairdh Panort Pathrach Peching Peldel Perta Pipwry Pithrogron Poick Poilt Poket Posentarth Powen Priav Pripling Proak Proatick Proock Prornsil Prost Proun Pulthor Putraget Quinnor Racosen Ralch Ranowl Ranui Ratel Rater Rearn Rearthro Reasty Reetrîn Rinimp Robly Rondoves Ronnifer Rubmithaen Ruirible Rusty Ríanon Salad Savoistan Scrown Septiole Serial Serrybria Sethin Sevelfulan Shanaety Shingom Sholfhort Shuial Sidui Siger Sinannoda Sitang Slaen Slauthight Slimed Snaseith Snorn Softemn Spand Spiestas Splen Spolu Staire Stally Starkle Stavetty Stood Storet Stran Strun Suercutow Surnaras Swander Swelly Sworost Sílarm Tabil Tabitha Tablen Taingaect Tatedui Tatily Terig Thaeg Thanneg Tharb Thelf Thlaug Threepaug Threven Thught Thwar Tobeaver Tomeactous Tonnoushy Topeb Torch Toross Tounn Trang Traste Trastrin Traze Tuarrossib Tunielly Tuten Twill Twing Twingthrig Twistaid Túgorup Unclic Upped Urdenceake Uteadvid Vellia Vight Wained Waink Wedan Whilve Whineth Wicyclood Widelinen Wiliant Willin Wishillf Woling Woolithada Woomomad Woothad Yaloath Yerist Ylity Ýnearasky

same thing but shorter names

Abage Ableg Ablu Aboug Abows Acher Aderch Aelein Affel Ager Alip Amui Anorn Anount Ansels Anta Apheb Appir Appole Arpe Arst Atfous Aull Banna Bard Beark Bedh Bedice Beel Beit Belcha Berds Bern Bethas Bily Blas Bodan Bous Brect Bree Bren Brift Bron Brus Bucha Burf Buridy Buth Cann Carb Ceign Ceir Cent Cess Cest Cetho Chaeth Chap Chopen Chorm Cirmy Clamor Clock Coare Colen Colfho Conght Const Corren Cous Cras Cren Cres Cron Cronve Cuilly Cunt Cured Curess Curf Cusam Danu Dece Dence Deren Dese Devn Dianc Dided Dine Disha Diver Domb Dombod Dord Doread Dorour Dorth Dovin Draph Drapos Drazy Drobe Droo Duce Dírath Eage Edes Edic Egal Eing Eite Emael Emele Empt Enen Equi Eviong Excele Facith Failir Fali Farron Fath Fectal Fery Fick Fient Firus Fixted Flad Flayet Fora Fown Freemp Frest Frith Funk Fusery Gaeng Galt Ganed Gass Gile Ginet Gioneb Gird Girlug Glant Gleda Glegon Gleth Gliese Gligen Glin Glisg Glon Glórit Gong Govas Govelf Grean Gron Gros Grunta Guir Gure Gurst Gwadha Gwait Gwal Gwanet Gwanny Gway Gweggy Gwinc Hannan Hards Haren Hathad Haty Heard Hena Henny Hicke Hiole Hiwdi Hoth Hougme Houth Hoval Huile Hwar Hwated Iaug Iden Ider Ierch Ieve Ievn Ifix Inelf Ingedh Inger Iorded Ithan Ivaty Ivelm Joil Joily Kinel Kinga Kneb Ladhin Laell Lalt Landru Lasymn Lectul Leed Lenter Lhol Lhon Liff Lighty Limple Lina Linde Lior Lizer Lory Loter Lowee Luctip Luil Líth Mace Maing Mait Malave Manne Marn Marth Mary Masef Mash Mation Mavern Menc Mensar Meound Merion Mide Ming Minged Minnat Moke Mooth Morida Mots Musete Musir Mutha Mínib Nabbel Nand Nanna Naress Narn Nesset Ninall Niste Nither Niven Nodow Norm Nothel Noven Nowle Nows Nurcum Nínel Níre Odones Onmen Orat Orther Osse Ousel Paed Paesh Parn Pary Pecke Peece Penert Phat Pight Pimpew Pince Ping Pinks Pint Pistru Pliddy Poing Polph Pooste Porcui Preel Pren Pret Prew Prigme Prit Procke Pror Proven Puiel Radu Radus Randas Realk Reass Redown Reir Reith Remy Reny Rethas Rhurt Rhîl Rhûl Ridess Rigely Rion Rodlen Roloth Roment Ront Rowen Rudh Rídam Saed Sainy Sance Scal Scas Sead Sehin Serify Sest Shaur Shil Shress Shugui Sidge Silin Sinn Siolk Slooll Slouse Smoch Snowe Socia Somel Spen Spil Spont Spoth Stal Sted Suffie Suffor Swaity Swoet Swool Swound Swovir Taing Tairup Talph Tals Tanden Tandur Tarrif Taurf Teate Tedwer Tely Terth Thad Thaer Thal Thaneg Thas Thasig Thed Thenen Thgal Thiben Thid Thol Thor Thrang Ticaul Tick Tilvad Tion Tive Tives Tockon Tody Torth Tray Trid Tunt Twielf Uble Undy Unist Unnut Untle Upries Urlus Vaelf Valtha Velf Ving Vorate Waen Wedish Weeze Whel Wher Wize Worab Wouted Wras Wried Yealle Ylvorn Yonady Úbeth

[fiharri]

for the psychology meme: 1, 10, 18, roll or choose!

1: What’s your OC’s biggest insecurity and how would they react if someone pointed it out to them?

Ariel: Her insecurity is that she’s not enough for her family. All of her family are built up to be the royal honor guard — and she was never a fighter. She’s strong enough, but she’s nothing special, and she loves to read. How could she possibly live up to what they want? What they expect? If someone points that out, she will deflect with ideas of her ambition, her desire to be better. But once she’s alone she’ll talk to Tiffany and be upset, venting about how she knows she can do better.

10: Does your OC guard their emotions by being tough? If not how would they?

Percy: Oh absolutely. She doesn’t have to show weakness if she hides it behind a wall. She has only ever been vulnerable with a spare shipmate and Nerisys. Other than that? No thank you, no vulnerability for this pirate.

18: What kind of intrapersonal values does your OC have? (values about their self, what makes them feel like a valid person)

Lorren: She is the epitome of a clichéd good woman. A paladin, who loves people and caring for others. She tries very hard to hide away her own pain and all of that. She believes that her service to others is one of her greatest powers. She learned that from her time as a soldier, and later her time as a single mother. Before being together with Garog, she had to care for Sal and Angel on her own and she gave all of herself to her daughters. It makes her feel good when she can make other people happy. She believes that people need to take care of one another.

[goodguygarog]

Flames of Saccharine

Rays of sun drifting across the rise of the mountains and hills, illuminating the once twilight filled land of the deserts of Uldum. A spark within the kindling to shine in the first light of day in celebration of the beginning of the beautiful week on the most hateful day of the entire week, Monday. A twisted flicker within the light to greet all the weary workers and travelers waking from the festivities of the previous weekend, the clouded hell that is the hangover, the gnarled branches jabbing eyes and joints in the exhaustion of poor sleep, and the torrent of glacial water taking its toll on those who defied the sun’s rays to peel their comfort of sleep and dreams from their bodies. The beginning crusade of burning light, radiation sent in the empty void to reach the even moving and spinning orb of rock and water, seeking those who lingered in the desert lands and cook their delicate hides. Beams peering across the hillside overlooking the Oasis of Vir’sar, the volley of spreading arrows over the secluded oasis and searching for the targets found her, to be the vanguard and the blade in the dark to take the unsuspecting denizens, all except the Shaman. A straining arm already covered in the natural moisture of sweat across his half naked form, biceps and deltoids flexing and working in perfect unison to hug against the earthen bar, pectorals popping to outplay the equally working trapezius the neighbor around the corner, the only strain from of his flesh as he kept the link between his titanium arm to a working pace of his physical body. One must be as balanced and powerful as the other, in any situation that called him to attention and stalwart standing, adaptability and versatility would reign supreme. The workout had been going for just a few hours before daylight, the leather pants donned on his legs seeping with the sweat of his excessive workout. A weekend of festivity and cheer is the end of free time and to begin his swarmed week of contracts he had put off.

Garog strained as he finished off the tenth rep of twenty-five, the entirety of his screeching, invigorated muscles finished with the intensity of the workout he had placed himself to suffer through. A make up of missing the last few days of routine, a vacation if you will, from the disastrous gaping maw of chaos that is the war against Azeroth. Fingers once curled around the earthen bar ascended to the heavens by jagged peaks of sandstone, ten feet higher than his original height. A height stirring the chemicals of fear and regrets, a recipe cast away in the lightning of action, green digits releasing the crushed earth from grip as he dropped from the ten foot height, feet striking the ground to brace the foundation of impact and knees bending in the initial shock of gravity, but shaking to a stand still when his bottom drifted on the mark of three inches from colliding with his heels. The spent muscles heaving in the reborn rays of the day, almost forcing the orc to continue to reside in the split second squat, but to reach higher limits, he would have to shatter his current. Standing to his full seven foot and two inches height, the toss of his head from the lack of oxygenated blood vision zapping his head, bare green feet dug into the sand below as they carried it’s pilot to the packed camp of his. Ready to part ways from this desert for months or even days if his path took him here again. A silent salute to the tales of the drunken patron table he experienced mutual joy and stories, a midsummer festival he looked forward to next year. Memories that would safely archive themselves in the ever smoldering library that contained such precious knowledge to the orcish shaman. Hands first took the fattened damp water skin, popping the cap off the chilled skin, the finish of the of bottle reaching his lips and pouring the cooled water into his parched mouth and sent through the equally thankful tubes connecting to his stomach, eventually to be relished by the withered muscles of his body. Once he had his fair share of hydration, he took the rest of his belongings of tent, bedroll, and backpacks to stuff inside a shimmering red bag of orange-yellow feathers and scales, vanishing inside into something to fit his entire hand. A carefully placed box caught the shimmering rays of the green waters, a sore spot in his vision. Storm-stained eyes fixated on the new object in his encampment, or had it been here this entire time? The small wary eyes peering from within his skull for the threat that could be lingering in the ferns and trees of the surrounding oasis, licking their blood thirsty jowls in anticipation to sink their weapons into his green flesh. A burdening mountain held on by the beams of suspicion as the orc took every cautious step forward to the box lying amongst the sand and ferns, the possibility of a bomb both frightened and calmed him, a patient creature of venom or poison aiming for the precious streams of life in his veins. A piece of paper flickered in the growing desert wind, humbly waiting on top of the box. The logic bellowing its drums to Garog, a bass sure to reach the most dense of bone, but a flicker of knowing set forth in his heart and mind, the simple shadowy heart he had come to recognize in the past few weeks. Swept out the door in a bustling, carefree attitude of a wildfire drifting to close to the water’s edge and toppling the dams of logic. Right hand coming down to scoop up the box and lightly rattle the container to hear for some sort of metal clank or wooden thunk, nothing came from the soft rattle, a left hand eagerly coming up to open the lid of the container to feast his eyes upon the treasure within. If anyone knew, by the flames, why did -she- think an orc like this one would enjoy such beautiful, splendid decorated cupcakes of just over a dozen! Each one more unique than the last with frivolous strings of frosting over the creams that came on top of them, the delightful berries to accent the pastries in a way no other sweet could compare. Vanilla, chocolate, even the bold red velvet that baited the drooling waterfall within his mouth. Only thirteen of these delicious treats and he felt the elaborate effort placed into such treats would go unrivaled, and he is to consume these tiny, alluring pleasantries?!

Index and thumb sprung out as his hand came to rest on either side of the black wrapped cupcakes, the wonder and joy shocking him to stumbling for a grip over the cupcake. Gray eyes widened fully at the change of color in the black wrappings to a shade of purple, reacting to perhaps the heat of his hand. Lopsided and almost lost its crown of decorative vanilla frosting and blueberries brimming the top of it with its neighbors of sprinkled dark chocolate, Garog took the cupcake carefully in his hand and set the box down on the ground where he had found out, flicking the lid back over to selfish hide the treats from sight, he prayed to the ancestors he is alone in this area. Fingers pulled away at the black wrappings covering the bottom of the cupcake, turning the lovely shade of purple on contact. Flakes of the soft cupcake pulled away from the wrapping made the orc cringe at losing even a single crumb of such a small item. Prying the wrapping fully, discharging the clothing of the naked pastry on top of the box to dispose of later, fingers keeping the cupcake entrapped in his thick digits that glided to his lips, unsealing one form the other as his jaw fell down to open his maw wide and pop the sweet infused morsel into his mouth, teeth slicing through such a delicate food item as though it expected tough meat to tear through, his tongue slithering over the crushed bits of cupcake to take in the flavor. Time shut off in his mind, the shock zipping from his toes all the way to the tips of his braids, the saliva absorbing the flavor and mush that became of the cupcake from mere dissolving. A single chew and the orc couldn’t hand the sweet, explosion erupting across his tongue. Stars dancing in his vision, or what he saw of the dark form the shut eyes to bask in the flavor drowning his tastebuds and even the mighty orc’s chops. He felt himself lazily swimming across the creamy, vanilla stream as the flakes of dark chocolate snowed from above, fingers taking the passing blueberries to pop into the forever stunned maw of the orc.

What did he do to deserve such a treat? The orc savored every bite after the first one, each time he jumped to the next cupcake did the eternity that is time drag him along in the rivers of flavor, the dancing lightning of spiked sweetness, the frothy clouds of creamy delight, the crunch earth of savoring cocoa. He lost his mind to the pastries and in just an hour did he finish the last one, decorated in a black frosting on top of a white cake, drizzled with blood red cherry and a molded sword of red piercing the cupcake. “... It was worth every step.” The whisper carried onto the wind just before that first bite of another trip through the ever changing heaven that is the sweet dream of cupcakes.

[a-stowaway-in-the-tardis]

Saw this “Garoge Sale!!” sign yesterday https://www.instagram.com/p/B7PI_JrgN5Z0w1Au8y9Hz20vmTAJSZihKqaOl40/?igshid=1xph6ihorq9wr

[nerdyhexel]

Hook vs Pan : D&D Edition

Captain Garog Gorehook Orc Berserker Petyr Pan Wood Elf Fey Bladelock 

(This was done as an assignment for school)

[aranyaphoenix]

Me and @goodguygarog. Love ya, Garog! <3

[thebuildingcacophony]

Survival

The Queen is dead.

Who cares?!

THEY WANT TO FIND ME.

GET THE FUCK IN LINE.

Irritation glimmered in Ilyea’s eyes as she watched Firavel wave her papers about like he was champion of the who gives a shit. The mage just gave a bored expression and half wondered if he even knew what they meant. Ilyea half sighed to herself at the opportunity to start making up stuff if she knew half of Silvermoon would be reading it.

It could have been fucking wonderful.

She’d give half answers, real answers, 3/4ths answer until half of them would have thought it meant absolutely nothing while she completed her true objective.

What the fuck was Celestine? And how do you break her bond of blood.

Simply put: Freedom.

It wasn’t until the third of fifth remark made to Garog that Ilyea turned away from whatever happened back there. Lledwyn couldn’t have done something like that. Ilyea knew it without a shadow of a doubt but she was curious and bored.

Ilyea also remembered that Demy had given her free reign.  

It was playtime!

The mage skipped into the hall and put onto her favorite sneaky outfit, one that was probably clean and headed out in quick fashion. Fashioning a few items and Ilyea made sure that the others were still talking with Firavel as she flew off to Sunspire port, a certain vial in hand.

Quickly making up for lost time, Ilyea dipped down into the street picking up whatever she could at the aftermath at the wolves’ tavern. One vials worth was enough as the mage quickly pulled her mount upwards when she saw the outline of a swinging lantern. The night was kind to her in this outline.

While in the air, when the mage was certain that the lantern was away; she slipped on the talisman she made of the Celestine’s blood. The woman felt her eyes throb for a bit second as their signatures merged, the night taken on a slight crimson hue. Her foot was on the clutch at any second to pull her out at any sign of trouble….

Or at least any sight of him.

Ilyea concentrated and felt her eyes hum and hurt and then suddenly she saw something else briefly. Like a shimmering vision carried by the subtlest of dream magics; a long haired blonde woman was crying over the broken body of Celestine came into view.

When the vision ended, Ilyea found herself hovering bit higher into the air then when she had put on the vial and quickly took it off. The fuck was going on? What the fuck is Celestine?

Asking around on the communicator proved useless so again, Ilyea would have to take the boring route. When no one cares who you are, money can always provide a solid lead; two deck hands within the ports proved that theory quite effortless as her two packages would arrive at their targets soon.

The third was delivered to Silvermoon.

All Ilyea had to do was wait in Erudition and that always was the hardest part to her. 

@wolf-queen @roewyn @scions-of-antiquity @lledwynlomeriel @feloirus