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[dreampollens]

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[studiospade]

[acid-harbringer]

Style experimenting with Some side characters from my OC verse "anomalies unknown". thought it looked nice without colours as well so put up 2 versions. names from left to right: Sterre Morgan, The sword/Kau de Vries, Niko Kennedy, Carmen Molenaar and Merel Jutter

[ahandfulofm0ss]

So ehh fun fact Livel's voice claim is Sebastian Solace

[camille-lachenille]

Star-daughter 5/?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

* It takes four more excruciating evenings before there is an answer to the message. From her tower, Elwing sees the distant light of Vingilot flicker to form words she is starting to learn.

* “I come home,” Eärendil repeats again and again and, for the first time since her husband was sent to his doom, Elwing feels the hope Gil-Estel carries.

* Waiting for the next two days seems longer than all of Elwing’s life so far, but she grits her teeth and finds games to play with Eluréd to make him learn his letters.

* Eluréd refuses to come to the pier to see Vingilot dock. He stays in the tower with Huan, and Elwing can’t help but worry for her brother even as her husband is about to come home.

* Eärendil is pale and almost skeletal as he walks on firm ground, and Elwing fears she will break him even with her gentlest embrace.

* They stand here at the pier for a long time, entangled in an embrace as Elwing recounts what happened during these past few months that felt like centuries. Eärendil holds her closer to him when she tells in a choked sob of her fear concerning Elurín’s fate.

* “I am here now, dearest, and together we will make it work,” Eärendil promises, pressing a kiss to her hair, her forehead, her lips. He tastes of tears and stardust and Elwing finds herself smiling in the kiss.

* Eluréd is not shy of Eärendil as she had expected, not as much at any rate. Her brother stands in front of her husband looking as unimpressed as a six years old can, arms crossed over his chest. “If you’re mean to my sister, I’ll ask Huan to bite you,” Eluréd declares with a firm nod, before scampering away and hiding behind the giant hound.

* Eärendil laughs at that, his whole body shaking and the light shining through him radiating warmth. “I promise you I always have and always will treat Elwing like the queen she is,” he answers as solemnly as his mirth allows.

* Eluréd makes a disgusted sound from behind Huan, “You said you didn’t make kissy-faces all the time!” he protests, and Elwing joins her husband in a fit of laughter.

* As painful as it is to see her children board on Vingilot, Elwing knows by now they are more than capable of doing it. Amdir’s sister-in-law made them each a pair of shaded spectacles of enchanted glass to protect their eyes from the light of the Silmaril and the stars around, and their families have set a watch on the lighthouse to receive or send messages at need. No, they are not alone in this.

* This new configuration of her family is strange, throws Elwing off a little, but she is so relieved to have Eärendil by her side to smooth her sharp angles she barely notices. Eluréd warms up quickly to her husband, starts to bloom into the happy child she can barely remember from before they even moved to Doriath.

* Eärendil fills in with the days on solid ground, he loses somewhat his translucent quality despite still glowing a bit in the dark. Amdir’s sister-in-law made him tinted spectacles too, to protect what is left of his sight, and Eluréd asks for a pair of his own too, to look like a real mariner as he says.

* Elwing watches her husband and her brother play on the beach, and she smiles as memories if her own, long past, childhood in Sirion emerge from the depth of her memory. Eluréd is yet another child of the forest who will grow by the Sea and get to know its moods better than he will ever be able to navigate the woods. Elwing is glad to have this in common with her brother, and she runs down the beach to join him in chasing Eärendil.

* At night they often fall in her large bed in a pile of tired limbs and tangled hair, Eluréd curled between Eärendil and Elwing with his small fists clutching at his sister’s nightgown. He hasn’t had a nightmare in over a week now, and Elwing privately celebrates this little victory. Maybe they can really heal, together.

* There is noise in the kitchen, ushered voices and childish giggles. Elwing makes for the door to investigate but Finrod stops her before she can reach her goal. “I wouldn’t go in if I were you, Eärendil's teaching Elurín to bake and it looks like a disaster zone,” he says with a twinkle in his eyes. “Unless you want to look like a walking flour bag.”

* Elwing throws her head back at that and laughs like she has not in a too long time. She can picture so well Eärendil cautiously navigating the kitchen and her brother causing havoc in his wake. “I guess I’ll go and read something then, since Huan already made it very clear to me I wasn’t doing any chores today, sleeping as he is in front of the laundry room. It’s as if you are all working to make me rest.”

* At that, Finrod only grins like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, and Elwing shakes her head in amusement as she walks upstairs to the library. Her current reading is still where she left it the last time she had a moment to read, what feels an age ago, and she happily curls in the armchair by the fireplace with her book. Outside, rain patters on the window in a soothing rhythm.

* When someone knocks at the door, Elwing blinks owlishly up from her book, startled to see it is dark outside. Finrod stands in the doorframe, smiling warmly. “It’s dinner time,” he says, beckoning Elwing to come. She puts her bookmark near the end of the book and set it on the low table next to her. She shakes her numb feet and stretches her back before following her old friend to the kitchen.

* The dining table is set grandly, with plenty of candles, and a centre piece made of shells with a slightly crooked paper boat on top. The nice silverware with mother of pearl inlay she got from distant relatives in Alqualondë shines in the candlelight, and the whole room smells like her favourite dishes.

* Eluréd excitedly bounds toward Elwing to drag her to a seat at the head of the table, grinning brighter than ever. “What is the occasion for?” she asks a bit wryly even as a warm feeling fills her chest. Eärendil walks in from the kitchen with a plate of small fried calamari with wild garlic, just as he made them in Sirion, and Finrod follows with a pot of rich fish stew, another of her favourites.

* “It’s your birthday, Elwing!” Eluréd explains as if she had just sprouted a dolphin tail. “You forgot it didn’t you?”

* Elwing laughs quietly as she gathers her brother in her arms for a hug. “Found and guilty! But I am twice surprised by the gift now, which makes it twice as good.” Eluréd giggles and kisses her cheek before jumping down her lap and run to fetch something else from the kitchen.

* The meal is a true feast, Eärendil and Eluréd having outdone themselves in the kitchen to make all of Elwing’s favourite foods. There are even the stuffed mushrooms Finrod learned to make from Bëor himself.

* The crowning piece of the meal, tough, is a cake in the shape of a gull and covered in sugar feathers. Or at least that is what Eluréd explains as he proudly says he was the one to do the icing and decoration, for the cake looks like a misshaped stingray with feathers.

* Elwing cries a little as she tastes the honey and berries she so likes in the cake, but her smiles shows just how truly happy and grateful she is.

Read the full fic on AO3

[zhe-lazy-fox]

With the sun returning from it's winter slumber i got the urge to draw some of the characters from the Depths.

M.C and Erixa, and then Erixa's gal's, Flannel and Cloak (Flannel has been given the name Morgan, but I still have no idea what Cloak's real name is yet.)

Original ych comic by: SeraphicMayin on DeviantART. Just added some more characters and moved some stuff around.

[arthungrydemon]

No I will not stop making AUs and not even my GF will stop me >:)

A slithery AU ft Teo & @/Laddinger 's 2 boys Gene & Georgi ✨

[lemonpixycatart]

Sally.

[kroovv]

Memento Mori 🪦

[brightonpage-moved]

[starboycosmic]

[yagithegoat]

wolf girlfriend🐺

[ahandfulofm0ss]

In honor of Pride Month, here's the orientations of the characters in my original series MultiVerse Theory:

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Admin/TC: Transmasc non-binary - They/Them - Demi-bisexual

PL!Emeri: Transmasc - He/Him - Unlabeled

Cole: Cis Male - He/Him - AroAce

Sylie: Demi-girl - She/They - Questioning

Rowan: Demi-boy - They/He - Gay (MLM)

Emmy: Transmasc non-binary - They/He - Queer

Atticus: Transmasc - He/Him - Gay (MLM)

Mars: Agender, masc presenting - He/They/Xe - Queer

Louis: Cis male - He/Him - Gay (MLM)

Ira: Cis female - She/Her - Unlabeled

Kilou: Cis female - She/Her - Lesbian

Ghostie: Genderless, masc presenting - He/Him - Unlabeled

Connor: Genderless - They/Them - Unlabeled

The Shifter: Genderless, fem presenting - She/Her and They/Them (in the multiple people sense) - Abrosexual

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Contained Monster Family (4)

Part One • Two •Three

“Now as we begin your examination, you cannot cut, snap, outwardly threaten, vocalize aggressively to the guards present. The same actions towards me will result in a 40 hours subject to forceful neutralization. So do you agree to the terms?”

The Werewolf sends a look at the shaking operator holding the gate 

He nods, standing on the authorized mark while the guards pour in before you

“Clear!”

You enter with the scientists trained to maintain the upkeep of the werewolf

Keeping their observations to themselves, you keep the werewolf’s attention

You figure you’d like being distracted while you were being poked and prodded at (not like that would ever happen to you though)

“So how’s your morning been Rod?”

“I’m doing much better than usual.”

“That’s good. Do you have any questions for me?”

“Is your Uncle blood-related to you?”

The question has you tilt your head to the side

Rod and Villar agreed that to release their human child from this evil facility they’d have to make you question everything

That way you’ll be more inclined to help them when they decide to leave

“He is. Are you curious because he’s so different then I?”

Rod fully planned to question you further specifically about your origin but a well almost perfectly+ timed deep extraction of hair had him wincing and the test being concluded

“Thanks for your cooperation Rod? You cool with the same thing next week?”

“In exchange for the time I get to spend with Villar?”

“Yes!”

“Can you…join us next time?”

You’re about to head out of the enclosure when you stop

“What do you need a mediator for you two?”

Rod doesn’t respond to your snark, just waiting intensely for your answer

Which you fully step out of the enclosure walking around to your usual window

“Sorry Rod but I’m no counselor and I’m strictly forbidden from speaking to more than one of our…’guests’ without an immediate threat of termination...on your end.”

Rod refused to show the despair that washed over him 

While he wasn’t known for all the decades he lived to let his mind imagine what could be his husband did

And when they last were able to communicate Villar had gushed about what it’d be like if they could both look down at you together again and somehow spark the memory of your childhood with them

Alas that didn’t seem possible unless either of them wanted to possibly get sniped by the real monster that they suspect was behind them losing you all those years ago

“Don’t look so upset. If it matters that much to you, I’ll look at the video recordings.”

Now that was something they could work with

[kudriaken]

Heil with his companion.

Drawing my OC again.

[0ddevilz]

Posting this artwork once again because I have decided to add a simple background and I think it gives a lot to the vibe

It’s a portrait of my OC Cain, they used to be my bg3 tav and now they are getting their own separate universe and story