#male drows

[the-drow-fucker]

[mistercrowbar]

Continuation of Taking Inventory that got a little out of hand. Aldiirn really does treat any interaction with Lae’zel as life or death, meanwhile Lae’zel is just pleased that one of these istiks shows respect.

[steamclouds]

One of these days I'll finally draw them kissing I swear

[lazylittledragon]

As someone who read the second half of the Drizzt series as it came out (yes I'm that old lol), I just know you have thoughts about him/the books so PLEASE share! So glad there are so many younger DND players getting into it and keeping our lovely boy alive <3

YOU'RE SO RIGHT ANON I DO HAVE THOUGHTS ABOUT HIM

i just!!!! love him!!! so much!!!! he's such a treasure

idk if this is me just overthinking things but the fact that he's THE dnd hero but he's also like. a petite little guy and his defining character trait is being KIND and he loves his friends and he's very physically affectionate (which feels kind of crazy to me that the early books came out so long ago and he was always like that??) and his best friend is his cat and he likes to have FUN and he treats swordfighting like dancing and he STILL sought the approval of his family even after years of abuse aND HE JUST LOVES EVERYONE SO MUCH

he's truly the fantasy protagonist of all time i love him i need to kiss him on the forehead

[ilikedetectives]

The corpse regards you lifelessly.

[clippetty]

the fun thing about playing a bard (or any class that can heal) is imagining him healing himself after astarion feeds, instead of the almost daily walk of shame to shadowheart.

like my tav would've never went to shadowheart for lesser restoration. his complex about asking for help and the embarrassment of it all would stop him before the thought even entered his head.

so he lightheadedly strings together a tune after astarion feeds on him. i think by act three he'd actually have a special song for after-feeding sessions.

personally, astarion thinks playing a song that most of the party can hear after being fed on is more embarrassing than asking shadowheart to heal him in the morning.

(he's not going to tell him that, though.)

[reinwinters]

WIP

Lion king vibes hah.

@velnna

[yanderemasquerade]

Dark Elf Noble

Notes: Male dark elf x fem reader

He was a noble son of a powerful house, not that that meant much in his female dominated society. As the second boy of four, he was constantly overlooked and outshined, but that did nothing to dampen his cocky attitude. Circumstances dictated that he would never rise above his station, but he was exactly where he needed to be to meet you.

Sitting on the balcony of his stalagmite house, idly watching the slaves kept by his family go about their menial tasks as one watches fish in an aquarium, he spots you, a human woman! He'd never seen a human before, and you obviously stand out among the others, the majority being goblins, orcs, and kobolds. At first he considers you might be one of those evil surface elves he's heard about, but then you would look more slender and angular as himself. Instead, you have rounder and softer features with pinkish hues. You're also quite short and delicate looking compared to dark elf females who are typically bigger and more powerful than the males. It's exactly that which catches his interest, never before has he felt so easily superior to a female, and it instantly placates his overinflated ego.

He knows why you were placed here, to embarrass and demean you, to make an example of a female of another species. He needs you though, needs to explore these enticing feelings that just watching you presents, but he knows he couldn't ask permission. His matron mother would never allow him to keep you, to save you from your fate, nor would she grant a gift to her disappointing middle son. He also knows that he can't leave you here long, to fall as fodder to the brutish slaves around you. As he digests that inevitability, he realizes that if you go missing that would be the presumed reason.

As the town settled for rest, he crept into your holding. The others that possessed the same infrared vision he did quickly parted, not daring to stand in the way of a drow on a mission. Without the fairy fire of the courtyard though, you were totally blind in the void of darkness. You can't possibly see him coming, and you can't hear his assassin-like silent steps; it's childs play to him as he grabs you and holds a hand over your mouth. He whispers something to you, and as everything in this foreign world you don't understand a bit. You have no choice but to comply, and he leads you out into the city. It's as beautiful as it is foreboding, completely alien to you but even you can recognize the mastery of architecture. However the structure he brings you to is in disarray, it is the ruin of a house now destroyed, now forgotten. No one will have cause to come to this place again, except for him, to visit his new prize.

He lays out a bed roll for you, and lines it in blue fairy fire to dimly light the room enough for you to see. You slink into the corner, but you can understand that he's doing something nice for you, at least in some capacity. Even you could predict your fate if you had stayed in his family's compound. To what end has he brought you here, you're not sure, but anything is better than the alternative. He pulls out a scrap of food from his satchel, strange and foreign, but recognizably some sort of cooked meat. You reach out to take it and he slaps your face, firmly but not too forcefully. You look up to his face and he laughs softly, grinning ear to ear. The slap was not discipline, not meant to teach a lesson, it was purely because he could and it was fun to do so. He waits for you to reach back out for it, hesitantly this time, and then tussles your hair affectionately. You take a small bite to test the flavor, and then scarf it down unceremoniously. You're so unrefined in his eyes, like a frightened little animal, and he adores you for it. You will never be in a place to talk down to him, to make him feel small, in fact just this quick first interaction with you makes him feel more like a man than he ever has. He strokes your cheek and you shiver under his touch but don't dare pull away, to your understanding anything could set him off. He leans in slowly and holds his face uncomfortably close to yours, then kisses you softly with his eyes open to watch your reaction. You can't fight the spark you feel when you look into his ruby glowing eyes with his lips pressed against yours, and as you relax a bit and give into the kiss, he pinches your thigh, hard. Startled, you flinch back a little and whimper, and he laughs at you again. You were his most coveted possession now, and only he could have you.

[pustotsvit]

Swallow your hunger feeding this dark 🩸

[malenudepaintings]

Reclining Male Nude, 1908, Magnus Enckell, Finnish National Gallery

[the-drow-fucker]

Male Drows in the underdark vs male drows on the surface

[vasiliquemort]

Terror full-blooded, by moderations depraved

Loves, gratefulness plentiful to gentle hand that had approached for this piece to be commissioned! So many!<зз

[steamclouds]

The stars at my fingertips, to hold and bend to my will, but that of your smile is where I've built my home.

[fedemexyart]

I made this drawing a lil' while back, now, but forgot to post it here 😅 so here's Tiberius and Fael in their druid circle uniform! :3 PS: Yes, they studied together! UwU/

[fantalpacca]

I swear to gods, it's like a flu! Still it happened three times this month so...

Occasional sleep-shapeshifting is not a joke, guys.

[More silly shorts]

[drowxiv]

Lieutenant Part 2