#half elf tav

[xxnashiraxx]

✨Ali's Birthday Bash! #8✨

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Hi everybody!! Another portrait for today- probably gonna be going on these for at least another week or so! 💕 Thank you for joining me!! It's almost like my birthday is lasting longer and I'm really okay with that lol.

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Rin (for @verbenaa)

WOOOO ponytails are hard!!! This one was difficult for me! I think I went over the hair like four times... I settled on this, it's not as long as it should be, probably, but I hope it looks alright!!!

ILY 💚💚 I love Rin! I love your writing, and your talent in doing so is insane and so beautiful each time 🫂 You're so kind and supportive and a joy to be around. You always make everyone smile, including me, and you're such a strong person- one I admire and look up to. 💚 You've inspired me so much this past year- your kindness and willingness to help out and be there for others is so heartwarming and genuine- I can't help but feel happy whenever you're around 💚 I love talking with you, hearing the things you like and enjoy, and getting to know you- you're a beautiful person with a heart of gold, and I can't wait to read more of your writing (that winter oneshot wip was SO CUTE ARRRGHGHGH) and catch up on To Eden! I love you so very much, and I'm so excited for everything in the future!!! I hope you have a lovely year, friend!

Thank you everyone for stopping by!! I swear I'll try to have a real countdown tomorrow on how many portraits are left! 💚 Thank you, again!!!

[baba-the-fool]

I’ve been obsessed a lil with my Tav(Phoebe) and everyone’s favorite vampire

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Hibernation

Set post-game. Halsin starts to feel more tired every day and knows what it means---he will need to hibernate. NSFW.

“Daddy Halsin, are you alright?” One of the tiefling children asked him. He had been showing the children how to take care of the vegetable seeds they had planted in the greenhouse when a jolt of fatigue went through him. Third time this has happened today. Is it that time again? “Daddy Halsin?”

He offered a gentle smile to the child. “Yes, Eustace. I’m well, simply tired.”

One of the other children, a human girl named Poppy, thought for a moment before suggesting, ���You should take a nap with Miss Annie, Daddy Halsin. You’re always so happy after being with her!”

He could not help but laugh and ruffled the child’s hair. “You’re very right, Poppy! Miss Annie does make me happy.” He looked at one of the druids, a dragonborn from Baldur’s Gate. “Can you continue their lesson, friend? After, let them wander the square and play to their hearts’ content.”

The druid gave a nod. “Of course. Now children…”

Thankfully Halsin was able to slip away without too much crying, and soon he opened the door to his and Anais’s cottage on the edge of what was Reithwin and now known as Moonrise. He and his beloved agreed to live away from the town center (so I may easily go into the woods whenever I please) but with a kitchen of her design (higher than usual counters and a large hearth) and additions of nature throughout. It was a beautiful home. Certainly not as grand as that manor she grew up in, but thankfully her tastes are much simpler than her mother’s. He smelled something sweet as he entered the cottage. Honey cakes?

“You’re back early!” Anais looked up from her book. She was sitting at the table, her apron covered in flour.

He smiled as he bent to kiss her. She is perfect. She fills my heart with such joy. “I was feeling tired.”

“Again?” Her voice was tinged with worry.

Pulling up his chair next to hers, he sighed. “Yes, but I think I know what it is.” She offered an encouraging nod, and he continued. “Every so often, the bear needs to hibernate. It’s getting to be that time.” He watched as she put a slip of paper inside her book and closed it.

“How long?”

“It can range from a week to three months. It’s never the same, and I won’t know for long I’ve been hibernating until I wake.” She’s going to ask if she can come with me. Oh Annie, please…

As she serious as he had ever seen her, she asked, “Can I come with you?”

He sandwiched one of her hands in his as he shook his head. “No. It’s far too dangerous. Best to stay here and—” Please don’t fight me on this. It’s too dangerous. Far, far too dangerous.

Anais smiled sadly. “Carry on as best I can.”

The two sat in silence for a few moments before he spoke again. “I will write to your mother, Nadia, and Astarion to see if any of them would like to be with you while I’m gone. Or perhaps Gale could make the trip from Waterdeep. Or Shadowheart and her parents?” I would also suggest Wyll and Karlach, but alas, they cannot return from Avernus, and gods know where Lae’zel is.

Her other hand now rested on the top of his. “Oh no, please. I don’t want to be a bother. Besides, I’m not alone when I have Scratch, Horace, and Obie here. And there’s also everyone in town. I’ll be okay.” She reassured him with a kiss on his cheek.

Their foreheads touched as he closed his eyes. I don’t want you to feel alone. I want you to be surrounded by love and care while I hibernate. It will make my sleep much more peaceful. “Since we have coupled, we have not spent one night apart. I worry if my hibernation lasts more than a week or two you will be lonely, my heart.” And it breaks my heart to see you sad.

She wrinkled her nose and gave him a quick peck. “Oh, I’ll be alright. Don’t worry about me.” Impossible, dearest one. “Is there anything else we need to do before you, I assume, go into a cave and sleep?”

Halsin chuckled heartily. “Yes! I’ll start scouting for one tomorrow. There is something else, Annie. I need to put on some weight.”

Anais raised an eyebrow. “How much?”

“Usually between forty to sixty pounds. Though,” he remembered a specific hibernation, soon after the Shadow Curse took hold. “There was one time I barely put on forty pounds, and it was…erm, not a pleasant experience. So please forgive me if I eat us out of house and home for the next several weeks.” Upon hearing her laugh, he shook his head. “You’re taking this remarkably well, my heart.”

She waved a dismissive hand with a grin. “To be honest, when you pass a certain point, some things are just filed under ‘strange but interesting druid things.’ This happens to be one of them.” Giving him a kiss on the cheek, she rose to check the items in the oven. “Ooh, these are all done.” Taking the honey cakes out of the oven, she placed the tray on the stovetop. “Nice and fresh, love, though if you’re going to grab one or two, just wait until they cool a bit.”

Chuckling, he rose and embraced her from behind, his large, calloused hands resting on her apron covered belly. “I was…thinking of something else, my love. As I make ready for hibernation, what if I leave you a piece of me?” We’ve spoken about this before, but why does my heart race so?

“A piece of you, hm? A lock of your hair perhaps?” She cannot be serious. “Or,” Praise Silvanus, she’s teasing. “Something else entirely?”

He huffed a breath as he tugged on her earlobe. “Does ‘something else entirely’ cover me filling you to the brim with my seed until it takes, blessing us with a child?”

A small gasp escaped her, her hands now covering his. Attempting to cover mine. Hers are smaller…and so very lovely. “What a coincidence it does! When shall we begin, Halsin love?”

He gave her a quick squeeze before releasing her and taking a honey cake. “Right after I have a few of these, my heart.”

They spent the rest of the day in bed---laughing, making love, and Halsin leaving the bed every so often for more honey cakes. How blessed am I to love a woman who is brave, brilliant, beautiful, and an excellent baker. Annie is truly one of a kind.

***

Halsin was in heaven.

Or what was as close as he would get to it.

In wildshape, he was on his back in a small clearing outside Moonrise, his belly full of fruit, milk, and honey as Anais scratched behind a soft ear. She had been reading a book her mother sent (“More bawdy romance, love” she said) after a morning filled with music lessons for the children. She has taken on the role of teacher so well. The way she lights up when they learn something new is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.

“I still have some more strawberries if you’re still hungry, my handsome bear.” she said sweetly. Annie always casts Speak to Animals or drinks a Potion of Animal Speaking before I go into wildshape. The sweetest and most thoughtful woman alive… “There’s still plenty of honey too.”

He huffed. “In a short while, my heart. Need things to settle first.”

She nodded, her nose wrinkling. “Alright, love.” Placing her bookmark where she left off, she closed the book and put it down. She then shifted so she was sitting closer to the bear’s middle. “Belly rub?”

Silvanus preserve me. “If…if that is something you wish to do, sweet one, then by all means.”

Anais slowly rubbed circles on his fur-covered belly, humming her favorite waltz. To Halsin, he had never seen a more beautiful sight. The way the sun is hitting her skin, it appears as if she’s glowing with radiance. Oak Father, thank you for sending her to me. Upon hearing him moan, she chuckled. “That good, huh?”

“You’ve no idea…feels so good, my heart…”

She puckered her lips a little and winked at him. Another way of giving each other kisses while I’m in wildshape. “Good. And don’t worry, my beautiful bear---I love doing things for you, big or small.” How true that is, especially anything with the children. She adores every child and acts as a mother to all. “Oh, and before I forget---the care package from Mum should be arriving tomorrow or the day after. I told her to put in lots of snacks with honey in them for you.”

Halsin groaned loudly as she continued her ministrations. “So thoughtful, lover. You’re so good…” As I hope I am to you. Perhaps I should show her how much I adore her. A golden glow surrounded him as he wildshaped back into an elf. “Come here to me…”

Smiling softly, she shifted to lay down next to him, curling into his more substantial side. Not that she minds. I could be a worm, and she would love me. Blessings be upon you, Oak Father. Thank you for her. “Always coming to you. For you. On you.” She snorted, beginning to laugh. “With you.” They laughed for a few minutes with Halsin tickling her upper arm.

He pressed several kisses to her red hair and murmured, “Come with me before you start supper. Come with me after. Come with me once more after dessert…and more…” Seeing the knowing grin tugging on her lips, he held onto her wide hips as she straddled him. And mindful of how full I am. I am blessed. “More…” She will know how much I desire her.

She rocked a little on the ever-growing bulge in his trousers and chuckled. “And you accuse me of being greedy? You’ve been wanting me more than usual, lover. I’m not complaining, mind you.” Her hands traveled down her sides and rested on top of his. “Is this how it usually is for you when preparing for hibernation?”

He furrowed his brow. “Hmm, the fire burns a little hotter some years but never like this.”

Anais thought for a moment. “Maybe because the burdens you once carried---the battle at Moonrise, the Shadow Curse, Thaniel, the responsibilities of the grove---are no longer present? You said yourself your heart feels lighter than it has in centuries.”

“Very true. It could be that. It could be something else entirely. However,” he squeezed her hips and stared at her with his most loving gaze. “I will choose to believe it is because of you.” After all, it is because of you that light shines here once more. Nature thrives here because of you. My heart is full of joy every day because of you.

Her cheeks flushed pink. Nature blessed her in so many beautiful ways. “You are quite possibly the sweetest man to ever exist,” she smiled brighter than a million suns. “And I adore you.” Untying the laces on his breeches (which are far too tight in more ways than one), she freed his aching member, earning her a groan. “Time to come with me, love.” Hiking up her dress a little, she slowly sank down his massive length and not being silent about it as is her way. Finally, be loud, my heart! “Decided against panties today…had a feeling we’d be…” Yes. Good. Very good, my love. “Gods, I’ve no idea how I get you inside me every time…you’re so bloody huge…”

“Ah, and yet, you take me so well!” He let her adjust to him for a few moments until he was fully hilted inside her. Oak Father take me. She is your most lovely creation. Thrusting slowly, Halsin bit back a moan as she rolled her soft hips. “Annie…my love…”

She clenched around him and squeezed her brown eyes shut. “W-what do you desire?”

“To stay like this…and…” He licked his lips. “The honey.”

With ease, Anais summoned a pair of mage hands that opened the jar of honey and brought it back to her and Halsin. “How should we do this?” She clenched around him and moaned softly. “Eat honey off my hand? Pour?”

“Pour…please, my heart…” He panted, his cock twitching inside her. Oak Father, fill me with your bounty, and let me fill her with my seed. “Please, I beg of you…”

Her cheeks turned redder as she smiled sweetly, tipping the jar towards his lips. “No need to beg, my handsome bear.” She cooed. “I can’t possibly tease the one who owns my heart, can I? Not when he’s been so incredibly good to me lately.” Her smile grew brighter as he swallowed the honey. How am I so blessed? It is the highest honor to hold your heart, dearest one. “That’s it, Halsin love. Jar’s almost empty, and then,” she winked. “Want to me to bounce on your cock for a bit?”

Gulping down the rest of the honey, his calloused hands squeezed her soft hips and thrusted upwards making her to moan. More. I must have more. My blood is on fire. All I want is her. All I need is her. Her. Annie. My heart. My everything.

His everything then tossed the empty jar aside as Halsin swallowed, rolling her hips slowly. “Fucking hells, you’re so bloody much, love…” She reached for his hands, grasping them in hers. “Gods…Halsin, fill me…please…”

“As if…I can ever…deny you…” He huffed, thrusting with as much frequency as he could. He could feel his own end coming quickly but hoped as always that she comes first. It is only right that my sweetest Annie experience pleasure before me. Giving one of her hands a squeeze, he let go. The hand dove under her dress to find the spot where they were joined and began to rub furiously. He reveled in her reaction---completely, openly, happily debauched. That I am the cause of her pleasure brings me so much joy…more so knowing that she feels the same for me. “And if this doesn’t take…I shall fill you again, my love.” So close. Oak Father, hear me---let me bring her bliss always. Let this be the seed that creates life.

“HALSIN!” Anais screamed as her orgasm ripped through her.

Moments later, he reached his own peak, hazel eyes glowing gold. Several grunts escaped him as he once again gripped both her hands. “Annie…” Halsin sighed, feeling not only impossibly full but entirely spent.

She rolled off him and onto her back, staring at the sky. “Yes?”

“Perhaps we may nap here a while before returning home?” He waited for her to respond before noticing she immediately fell asleep. Chuckling, he laid on his side and brushed a few strands of red hair out of her perfect face. “Rest now, sweet one, for there will be more later.”

***

Today is the day. Halsin heaved a sigh as his feet hit the bedroom floor. Today I will leave to hibernate. Today I leave Annie for who knows how long. Annie, my love… As tears began to form in his eyes, he remembered something she said the previous night that made his heart feel lighter.

“Think of it this way---you’re taking a lot of me with you.” Anais wrinkled her nose, giggled, and kissed his cheek. “About sixty pounds worth, I’d say. I’m keeping you snuggly warm until you wake and return to me.”

He was not ashamed to admit that he began to cry after hearing her say that and held her in his arms for some time, refusing to let her go. Not that she minds. She once said if she could spend eternity in my arms she would. The feeling is certainly mutual, my heart.

“I packed a few more herbs to make healing potions in your bag. And some freshly baked cinnamon rolls!” Anais said as she leaned in the doorway of their bedroom. While she was smiling, it did not reach her brown eyes. “I keep trying to think if there’s anything else you need—”

Halsin held up a hand. “You’ve done enough, my love. I am more than prepared for hibernation.” Standing, he grabbed the only pair of trousers that still fit and put them on. “All thanks to you of course.” He smiled warmly at her as he tied them. Loosely. They’ll be off as soon as I reach the cave. Then wildshape. Then sleep. And hopefully dream of her. “Your mother is still arriving tomorrow?”

“Yes. I think she might be staying longer than originally planned. Now that she knows the Ironworks can indeed function without her, she wants to see just how long it can function without her.” She giggled and walked to Halsin, giving him an adoring look over. “Gods, you’re gorgeous. Do you know that, love?”

He enveloped her in his arms and pressed a kiss to her head. “I am nothing when compared to your beauty. Nature truly outdid itself when it created you.”

She rested her head under his chin and grinned. “Flatterer.”

“It’s not flattery when it’s true, my heart.”

Normally she would banter with him further. Instead, she hummed softly and ran her hands over his back and sides. “I’m going to miss you.” She whispered after a few minutes.

Annie, please. I do not wish to cry. I want to leave you with a smile, not with any more tears. “As I will miss you, sweet one. Oak Father willing, I will return to you much sooner than we think.” He cupped her face and kissed her forehead gently. OH! “Remember that Eustace loves—”

“The lavender soap at bathtime. I know. They’ll be alright.”

He had said goodbye to the children the previous night, and while it was not easy for anyone (there were many tears shed and hugs given), he knew they were in the best hands. “Forgive me, I—”

She silenced him with a short kiss and a knowing smile. “We’ll be alright. Now,” she stepped back and sighed, hands on her hips. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

He laughed and hugged her one more time. “I love you, Annie.”

More than you will ever know.

[tieflingfingers]

T- "I shouldn't be down here." A- " To be fair, no one should. A bit... drab." A- "Perhaps we should clean this up before you the scare the bulettes."

Two elves afraid of the dark.

Had this chapter brewing in my head forever where the Underdark doesn't sit well with all the stories Thomasin has heard over her life.

Astarion navigates how to truly console.

I have to tap out of a little ipad sketch. Kinda upset how it came out but it's practice~ and I work lol

[predninja]

Tav brushed her thumb along his cheek. Save a few grooves and bumps, it hardly felt like scales. Just thick skin with a rubber texture. Would the rest of him feel like this, she wondered. “Sweet Ambrosia,” Vorcarion hummed. A warm pit formed in her stomach and Tav pressed her thighs closed. Her nickname spellsong paled in comparison to being called ambrosia. Tav suddenly didn’t feel the cold anymore. “Your presence eases me so,” the crimson dragonborn continued. “No nightmares, no cursed thoughts. Just your scent of citrus and pine.” He nuzzled her hand again. Tav curled her fingers along his face, continuing to rub her thumb against his cheek. What softness to his angular features. What weakness. What trust he was showing her exposing this all to someone like her. Silence stretched between them. The sun was starting to crest over the tree line now.

Da babies. And da size difference Also, my fanfic updated. Read it here

[aristenfromwarsaw]

🌸 Serafina 🌸

Request for: @tragedybunny

[thechaoticdruid]

Hello BG3 elf lovers, what kind of elf is your Tav?

[falcatas]

Rolan Week: Gratitude

I don't have doodles for every day, so I try with a text. This is a kind of translation of something I wrote some time ago, originally published here. The original language is Spanish and I have used DeepL as a tranlator, so, sorry for mistakes. Also I wrote "he/him" for Tav, not only because it is about my Tav, but also because I am not sure about "they/them" grammar.

Returning home

Tav enters the tower carefully, trying not to draw attention to himself. It is useless. Rolan is sitting there, wearing one of the most ridiculous robes in all of Faerun, waiting on the stairs that lead up to the second floor. No one can reach the bedrooms without him knowing it. 

“How long has he been here?” wonders Tav and lets out a resigned sigh of defeat. 

Rolan's little eyes widen luminous (some fury, some concern, some tenderness)....

“What are you supposed to have been doing for the last four days?” he shouts angrily, baring his sharp teeth, as his tiefling tail rises menacingly. “And how do you dare coming home at this hour in that state?” 

Tav's face comes imbued with dried blood, a throbbing gash on his left temple, bruises, mud, dirt and wounds not visible to the naked eye. Even so he puts on his best smile. 

“There were some unimportant issues... As for my condition, nothing some potions can't fix in a snap...”

He doesn't finish speaking when he has to dodge a fireball that hits right where his feet have been a second ago. 

“I don't want you to go out again and come back dying within days as if nothing happened!”

“And so you intend to kill me with one last spell?”, asks Tav with derision, looking at the blackish stain that the impact of the magic has left on the stone floor. 

“Shut up!” the wizard shouts at him wrinkling his nose and grabs his hand violently guiding the cleric up the tower. He ignores Tav´s complaints, whose bruised legs hurt climbing the steps at such speed.

Once in their bedroom, Tav notices that the water in the tub is ready and it smells good with some kind of relaxing fragrance.

Rolan doesn't even allow a glance. He roughly removes Tav’s armor and pulls off the shreds of clothing he is wearing. Tav  lets out a groan of protest at being shaken unceremoniously, but Rolan doesn't let him speak and takes advantage of the fact that the other has opened his lips to stuff a spoonful of healing potion into his mouth. All reluctantly. However, the most serious wounds heal immediately. Then his tail twines around the half elf’s right hand and tugs him again, pulling him into the tub.

“It's freezing!” cries Tav as he comes into contact with the water. 

Rolan composes a spell and the temperature rises, becoming unbearable. 

“Now it burns...”, the half elf complains again in a trickle of voice, aware that the tiefling has done it on purpose. 

Another spell and the temperature becomes pleasant. Tav begins to feel the muscles in his aching body begin to relax.

“Open your mouth again,” the wizard scolds and gives him a second spoonful of healing potion. All the wounds close. No word is uttered about the fact that Tav can heal himself with his clerical skills faster than a sneeze.

Tav thinks he's doing just fine now, that he can put up with the wizard's strictness as long as he is looked after this way, and smiles mellifluously. But Rolan starts scrubbing him with a rough sponge, removing the dirt first from his face and then from his limbs. 

“You rub so hard!”

“You hold on”. 

At the end, the light skin has turned reddish. 

“Even enemies haven't hurt me this much...”

“Silence!”, orders the tiefling and Tav feels soap on his hair and dangerously claws begin to rub his scalp with fruition. But Rolan doesn't hurt him. Then Tav’s hair is rinsed with water. The sensation of the hands in his hair is so pleasant that the cleric begins to doze off. But forget it! Rolan rudely throws water in his face and turns him back from whatever flowery meadow he was wandering into. Then the wizard grabs him by the arm and pulls him out of the water. Of course Rolan can't move Tav because this half elf is almost two heads taller, considerably bigger and stronger. Looking offended, the tiefling says nothing and keeps pulling. Tav smirks and cooperates slightly to get out of the tub. 

The smile disappears when the mage invokes a wind to dry him and the spell hits squarely, making him blush with cold. Then the mage gives him some underwear. 

“Wouldn't you prefer I sleep naked...?” Tav says mischievously. 

“Stop!”, Rolan cuts off any flirtatious attempt and pushes him onto the bed. 

“How greedy”, Tav annoys again, though Rolan only purses his nose more and more with hatred. 

The sheets are freshly changed, soft and scented. Tav can relax at last. Next to him, the tiefling takes off his robe, stays in his ridiculous pajamas, throws himself on the bed with his back to Tav without saying a word, making it clear how offended and angry he is. 

After a while, however, the tiefling's tail becomes entangled in Tav's calf. Five minutes later, Rolan has turned and is clinging to the half elf like the tentacles of an mindflyer. Few minutes later Rolan starts pressing little kisses on her husband's shoulder. 

“Don't make me worry like that again,” the wizard says, and there is no more rancor in his voice. 

“All right,” replies the other with gratitude, sleepily.

They both know very well that this is a lie. As soon as another danger appears the cleric is going to rush in shouting Kelemvor's name and then he will return in an even worse state than today. But it's all more than perfect.... As long as Rolan takes care of him this well every time...

[brisephone]

my newest tav is a half wood elf gloom stalker ranger and i can’t help but picture her and halsin having an april/ron dynamic

[y-rhywbeth2]

Lore: Half-elves

Disclaimer and Other Lore Index

Elflore: Physiology and quirks | Names & Clans and Houses || Pan-Cultural things: Social life | Time and Age Categories | Homes | Language | Art | Entertainment | Technology || Elven 'Subraces' still a wip || Philosophy and Religion & Pantheons || Half-elves |

OK, here's the half-elf lore dump I said I would finish. It's... long. An overview of the history of half-elves (such as it is) and the societies they're found in, with a mention of dark and sea elven half-elves; their physical traits/capabilities and aging; and then a note to some unique inclinations and perspectives often seen in half-elves regarding religion.

Cha'Tel'Quessir; Half-Elves. The most common and most accepted of the human hybrids by miles (unless you've got drow heritage). More conventionally attractive than half-orcs, with a more socially acceptable non-human parent, they are not treated with the same hate and disgust. Their fey heritage is more palatable than the fiendish heritage of tieflings, which causes the planetouched to be viewed with fear.

They are the offspring of a human and an elf; two half-elves; or the very, very rare case of dormant elven genes suddenly resurfacing in a human family with a distant elven ancestor.

They are only common when compared to the other mixed races of Faerûn, and are "scarce in number and widely dispersed across the face of Faerûn". They are most populous in the Eastern state of Aglarond, with the Southern nation of Dambrath formerly hosting the world's second largest half-elven population. The half-elven society of the Yuirwood makes up 30% of the overall population of the larger region of Aglarond. Until 1385 DR - people of mixed human, elven and drow heritage named the Crinti made up 15% of the population of Dambrath. These guys would need their own posts.

Historically, half-elves were known during the heights of the elven empires, but barely. In the last days before their fall, the empires of Illefarn and Cormanthyr had their own half-elven minority due to the growing number of human settlements that had been brought under elven crown authority, but by 714 DR these half-elven minority cultures had disappeared.

They are most commonly found where elven and human populations live together - which means that almost every single half-elf is a moon elf.

The city of Silverymoon is a melting pot founded on the basis of bringing all of the divided peoples of the region together in cooperation and has an unusually high elven population as a result. It has a population that's 40% humans, 21% elves and 12% half-elves, quite comfortably living together - making one of the only places in the Realms half-elves can live surrounded by both their cultures within the same city, instead of one culture only really being present at home.

Neverwinter (Eigersstor to the Northerners, who speak Illuskan), is another Northern city, was founded by elves and humans, and while the population is largely human in appearance and culture in the modern day, they have elven heritage. Half-elves are not an unusual sight.

In much of the world, half-elves are completely unremarkable or at the very least will not face much hostility, simply because few people have much, if any, experience with elves to judge them by.

In lands where humans and elves have a history of conflict such as Sembia and Tethyr, half-elves are both rare and viewed unkindly. Half-elves in these regions usually don't encounter other half-elves who they can relate to, and those who don't migrate elsewhere usually keep to themselves. They tend to be seen as elves by the humans (untrustworthy and dangerous otherworldly fey creatures) and they usually feel unwelcome or out of place with the elves that remain in these lands, who often lazerfocus on their human heritage.

Half-humans in elven lands often find themselves struggling. While they can be found in the elven priesthoods, and be trained in any elven tradition, it seems that elven society only begrudgingly lets them do so. Individual elves may be anything from hateful to wholeheartedly welcoming them as kin - some even see half-elves as a sign of a hope for a better future for elves in the larger world, but as a society they seem to have issues and it's common for the birth of a half-elf to be seen as a 'tragedy,' particularly by the nobility.

For example, the Evereskan College will only train a half-elf in elven combat and magical arts with the sponsorship of an elven parent "of sufficiently exalted parentage."

They are not welcomed to the elven refuge of Evermeet, though they may be tolerated visiting elven family there every once in a while. Even non-elven residents who are tolerated there would find their welcome revoked if it were discovered they had elven ancestry.

It's a near certain thing that any half-elf encountered is of moon elven ancestry, since moon elves are generally the only elves who will live amongst humans as a rule. Half-moon elves sometimes have a faint tinge of blue on their chin and ears, framing their face.

Half-wood elves are uncommon, but do turn up where human settlements border ancient woods.

Half-sun elves are borderline non-existent outside of the region surrounding Elven Court (these are the descendants of the now extinct ancient cosmopolitan sun elven city of Myth Drannor).

Half-drow are exceedingly rare and face heavy prejudice and occasionally fetishization, if their heritage is obvious (which it usually is, dark elven genetics are dominant). -- If born into Lolthite society, they are despised and considered second-class citizens (and treated accordingly). Such half-drow do not have pleasant backstories. -- Many are the offspring of Eilistraeean or Vhaeraunite drow, as these are the two drow gods that encourage drow to leave the Underdark and interact peaceably with surfacers. -- Eilistraeean half-drow may be born of loving relationships between the Dark Maiden's followers and those rare humans who will take the risk of giving them a chance, instead of writing them off as evil/killing them on sight. -- The birth of half-drow is encouraged by Vhaeraun in order to spread Vhaeraunite drow culture and genetics through the surface, and in order to secure his people a place in surface societies safely outside of Lolth's influence. -- Of course it's entirely possible for these children to be the result of a simple consensual fling, too.

Half-aquatic elves are an exceedingly rare minority within a minority. For starters, one of their parents lives on land and the other at the bottom of the ocean. Not to mention that sea elves can only survive on land for a matter of hours before it starts to kill them. Half-human offspring have a slight webbing between their fingers and toes that makes them excellent swimmers. Sea elves do not have the "willowy" build that is often seen on other elves, and so their half-human offspring never have it either. Unlike their parents, they cannot breathe underwater and are forced to remain on land to be raised by their human family, usually only seeing their elven relatives for short visits. Much like their elven parent they have an instinctual longing for the water, and cannot stand being away from the shore.

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Half-elves may inherit any physical features from either parent, and might show a mixture of traits or pass entirely as a human or elf to onlookers. The offspring of a half-elf with a human will be considered a human by the game rules, and likewise, in the Realms, a half-elf having a child with an elf produces an elf. Despite game mechanics, these children still have a mixture of genetics, and it's possible to see a human with pointy ears or a moon elf with brown eyes. However, in particularly conservative circles there is a distinction made about 'pureblood' or 'trueblood' elves, and having non-elven heritage can carry stigma. This was in the time of Cormanthyr though, so hopefully it's died down at least somewhat.

Half-elves cannot be forced to sleep by magic. Some can reverie and commune and even pass the ability on to children they have with non-elves, though some half-elves find they can't.

They can see perfectly in low light conditions, and their hearing and vision is superior to a human's - although not as sharp as an elf's. Half-drow can see in complete darkness perfectly.

Their human heritage does not stop magic that affects elves from affecting them. They are harmed by magic intended to harm elves, and they have access to magic meant to be wielded only by elves. In reverse, the same also applies for magic that singles out humans.

A half-elf has a soul more akin to a human's than the fey spirit that is an elf, they will not reincarnate the same way.

They will age slowly, with a natural lifespan reaching over 100 but under 200 years, retaining their elven vitality all the way. While they may go grey, a half-elf is much livelier and sprier than a human of equivalent physical age. From a human lifespan's perspective, this is like having your grandma - who goes on hundred mile long runs every morning - pinching your cheeks when you're an ancient grandma yourself. From the elven perspective, this is watching your child wither and die in a time period where they should be being welcomed into adulthood.

As with elves, half-elves may well find that the tips of their ears and the palms of their hands are erogenous zones.

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In terms of religion, half-elves often favour the gods of love and beauty - the elven god/ess Hanali Celanil and the human goddess Sune, who they thank for bringing their parents together.

Half-drow migrants to the Yuirwood brought the worship of EIlistraee with them, and her worship became popular with half-elves of other lineages all over the place. She's particularly popular with half-elven bards as a goddess of dance and music.

Half-elves are known to revere the elven pantheon, but tend to hold the elven aspect of Mielikki - Khalreshar - in special regard. In elven tradition she is the daughter of Hanali and the Faerûnian wilderness god Sylvanus, making her the only half-elven deity.

Half-aquatic elves often worship the sea elven deity Deep Sashelas or the human god of sailors, Valkur. Like all who live by the sea, they all pay homage to Umberlee. The sea goddess herself seems to enjoy tormenting them in particular.

[kiruvry]

uhhrmm woahh double post uhrrmm OKAY im sorry guys i love being insane here's my fuckign. half elf paladin w zevlor bc i love imagining things that ARENT POSSIBLE that old man needs a big hug and a kiss i think. Something something old man yaoi

[joankin-art]

say hi for all my nb gurls (they are all they/them)

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Jealousy

Fill for #7 on this list featuring poor Rolan watching his fiancée get hit on at a ball. He decides to do something about it. NSFW.

“Rolan, at least try to smile, sweetie.” His fiancée’s mother lightly chided the Master of Ramazith’s Tower. He, Amelie, and her mother were attending yet another boring ball hosted by idiots. He was already in a sour mood when they arrived. There’s been a setback in repairing the glass observation dome at the tower. There was a parade of rude customers in the shop today. These new dress boots are hurting my damn feet. The wine here is piss.

But then he saw something that made him seethe.

His beautiful, perfect fiancée was speaking to a human noble who was standing too close.

Too, too close.

Amelie very clearly knew the gentleman, chuckling softly at something he said.

He had not felt it in the months, not since their engagement was announced and her companions went their separate ways.

A dark, ugly feeling in the pit of his stomach.

She is mine. MINE.

“Rolan, there’s…oh dear. Off he goes.” The countess laughed, shaking her head, watching her future son-in-law stride with purpose across the ballroom.

Heart pounding in his chest, Rolan downed the rest of his wine and placed the chalice on a tray before resuming his mission.

Yes, mission.

To save my beloved from…someone she knows and is happily speaking to.

Turning her head, the half-elf caught his glance and grinned. “Oh Stannik, this is my fiancé Rolan—”

He as discreetly as possible wrapped an arm around her ample waist, his hand resting on a hip. “I don’t mean to interrupt,” he began as politely as possible. “But may I borrow you, my dear?”

Borrow.

As if I should have to borrow my future wife from an ingrate like this “Stannik.”

As if I should have to be gracious when he was CLEARLY flirting with her.

As if I should have to be a gentleman at all times…

Unaware of her fiancée’s inner turmoil, Amelie smiled at him. “Of course, love.” She looked at the human and nodded. “Please excuse me.”

Pleasantries out of the way FINALLY, Rolan guided her out of the ballroom.

“Rolan, is something wrong?”

There must be a private room somewhere…

“Are you alright, love?”

I am FINE AND DANDY, sweetling.

There!

He hastily unlocked the door, which turned out to be a washroom. Both now inside, he locked the door.

For privacy, of course.

Amelie barely opened her mouth before his lips crashed into hers.

Mine.

Mine.

My Amelie.

She is mine.

All mine.

Forever mine.

My intellect, my talent, my heart, my soul, my body…all belong to her.

She is mine as I am hers.

Breaking the kiss and completely breathless, she placed her hands on his shoulders. “Rolan, what has gotten into you?”

He truly wished to say, “You.”

Instead, he huffed, “He was flirting with you, Mia! And I was standing across the room! Watching him! Flirt with you!” His hands stayed firmly on her hips, which he noticed were fuller than they were previously. She told me yesterday that she’s the happiest she’s ever been. Happy and content with our life together.

She blinked. “Was he?”

Rolan groaned. “Darling, really!”

“How was I supposed to know? He’s always been nice to talk to at these things, but I never thought he would flirt with me.” She frowned. “I’m sorry?”

FUCK.

You idiot.

You fool.

You utter swine!

“No, no, no darling. That’s not what I meant. I’m not blaming you in the slightest. I simply—”

A manicured nail touched his lips, silencing him. Any trace of sadness and confusion in her golden eyes was gone and replaced with amusement. And lust. Gods. “You simply wished to remind Stannik that I’m your fiancée and not his? That I’m going to marry you and not him?” She closed the admittedly small gap between them, her body flushed against his. Hands once again on his shoulders, her lips curled into a smile. More like a smirk, you saucy little— “That I’ve given you my all and not him?”

He nodded. “Y-yes.”

“Did you want to take me in the middle of the ballroom, my love?” she whispered against his lips. “Scream that I’m your Mistress of Ramazith’s Tower?” Amelie captured him in a quick kiss before she let out a squeak as he gripped her hips and forced her backwards against the sink.

Chuckling heartily, Rolan pawed at the hem of her gown. A light and airy rose pink gown with various embroidered summer flowers. Another piece from Astarion. “No, but I do want to take you here, sweetheart.” He began to pull at her smalls, getting off and placing them on the counter. He then grunted as he undid his trousers. “Going to show you…how much I…” How much I love you. How much I desire you. How much I need you.

Bringing his face to hers, she kissed him slowly as he lined himself to her entrance, gasping at how bloody wet she is. Zurgan, she’s going to be the death of me. Moans escaped their lips as his ridged member slid inside her. “Rolan…take me, love…”

As you wish.

He was going much faster than he would have been if they were at home and not in a washroom at a ball, much to his dismay. Still though, I’ll make her feel wonderful. How could I not? With a few deep thrusts, he came just as she did. His hold on her remained firm as she was more than a little unsteady. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you, sweetling. I’ve got you.”

Long, soft arms around his neck, his fiancée nodded wordlessly, still catching her breath.

I will always have you, dearest. Always.

“I do believe this is the longest time we’ve gone with you cleaning us after lovemaking, my handsome wizard.” Amelie teased.

Gods, I love seeing her like this---happy, carefree, full of joy.

He grimaced and then muttered the spell. “I barely call whatever that was lovemaking, sweetheart. It was barely a fuck.”

A wave of giggles erupted from her as she kissed all over his cheeks and mouth.

Perfectly content being in a washroom with her future husband.

Certainly better than going back to that bloody ball.

[tieflingfingers]

cropped version

Long man convinces himself he’s the scary dog privilege.

[predninja]

Sclurp dat blue tongue

[aristenfromwarsaw]

🔥 Oona 🔥

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