#pointy-toe flats

[badbtssmut]

no.10 gym instructor taehyung, making innocent oc do some scandalous pose and he starts humping her, then makes her do another pose to put in his cock in her mouth and then at last pose starts fucking her hard while she still maintains the pose. He possesively says things bout her bf in her ear while pumping in her.

“Like this?” You asked the man as you got on all fours, taking steady breaths. You were doing the pose called the cat stretch, to get warmed up for class.

“Yes,” Taehyung answered as he circled around you, before stopping behind you and staring at your ass. “Just a little more, just like this.” He held onto your hips and you felt his body pressing against your behind.

Your heart started to beat fast. Something was weird about this, but you weren’t sure if you were imagining things.

“Keep your arms steady.” He told you as you felt him hump against you. You couldn't believe what was happening, but you could feel his cock grow against your butt.

You were so surprised that you accidentally fell forward.

"You’re not being steady.” Taehyung commented, seemingly unfazed. "Why don't you try and sit, let’s do an easier one.”

"Sure." You responded as you sat down on the yoga mat.

“Legs flat on the mat, touch your toes with your fingers.” He instructed and you did.

"That's it, perfect." He commented as he pulled down his jogging pants and shorts, revealing his fully erect member.

You looked at it and swallowed hard, but you said nothing as he walked over and pressed the tip of his cock against your lips.

"Open." He said and you did as you were told. He slowly entered your mouth and you sucked his tip.

"Now keep your legs steady, no matter what." He ordered as he slowly thrust in and out of your mouth.

You could only nod. Your mind was blank as he continued to fuck your mouth.

“Good.” He praised you as he placed his hand on top of your head. After a few minutes, he pulled out. “Lay down on your side, raise your leg up, with pointy toes.” He commanded and you did as you were told, trying to maintain balance as you did.

"Perfect." He said as he walked behind you. “That guy that picked you up yesterday, is he your boyfriend?” He inquired as he held onto your raised leg.

“Yes, he is.” You answered him.

“Oh? So why are you getting wet from another man?” He asked, letting go of your leg. “I didn’t say you could drop it.” He corrected you as he watched your leg drop back to the mat.

“S-sorry..” You murmured, raising it back up, hoping he forgot about his previous question. You didn’t even realize that you had gotten wet…

Taehyung laid beside you. "Are you enjoying this?" He asked, running his hands down your stomach, over your clothed pussy.

You bit your lip and shook your head, closing your eyes. “No, that’s not…”

He chuckled and kissed your neck, moving his fingers to rub your clit.

You couldn’t help but moan softly.

“I bet your boyfriend never got you this wet as quick as I did.” Taehyung moved his hand under your pants and panties, and rubbed his fingers along your pussy lips, pushing them apart.

You moaned, you knew this was wrong but for some reason you couldn’t stop it. You were already soaking wet and the way his finger felt against your pussy was driving you crazy.

He slowly pushed one finger inside you and moved it around, rubbing his thumb on your clit. Taehyung kissed you, moving his finger in and out, feeling how tight you were. "I want to put it in." He said as he pulled away from your lips.

You didn’t tell him no. Part of you felt guilty towards your boyfriend while another part was excited about what would come next.

Taehyung held onto his cock, moving it between your legs, pushing the tip in, slowly.

You felt his cock stretching you out as he pushed more of his length in.

"So tight." He murmured, kissing your neck as he began to move his hips, slowly fucking you.

You closed your eyes, shaky breaths and desperate moans coming from you, Taehyung held onto your thigh firmly, keeping your legs spread. You opened your eyes and glanced at the wall mirror, seeing yourself getting fucked from behind, seeing how much pleasure was written on your face. His cock burried into you, going in and out in a slow pace. His hand traveled to your sports bra, pulling it up to expose your breasts. He then cupped one of them, pinching the nipple as he pounded into you.

"Getting fucked by your gym instructor while your boyfriend is probably at work." He whispered in your ear. "You're such a dirty girl, aren't you?"

"Y-yes." You answered him, moaning.

Taehyung let go of your thigh and his hand traveled to your neck, holding it as he thrusted harder into you.

"Ah... T-Tae..." You moaned out his name as his fingers wrapped around your throat, he tilted your head back and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you roughly.

“Fuck, I wanted to do this to you for so long. Knew that pussy would be amazing the first time I saw you in class, I just had to make it mine, I just had to try it. And I was right. This is the best fucking pussy I've had in a while." He grunted, breaking the kiss, looking you in the eyes. "Mine." He groaned, giving your neck a light squeeze.

You didn't answer him, you were completely lost in the moment, whimpering as he picked up the pace. He only paused to push you down onto the mat, making you lay on your back.

Taehyung pushed his hips forward, pushing his length in once again, making you moan out his name, the pleasure building up. He kept a firm grip on your throat as he fucked you hard, your whole body shaking and trembling with every thrust.

"You're mine." He told you as his pace grew erratic, the sounds of skin slapping skin filling the room. “Your boyfriend is a joke— did you start dating him out of pity? Hah, I just know he doesn’t give you the fucking you deserve.”

You tried to reply but the words wouldn't leave your mouth. The way he was slamming into you, the pleasure was too overwhelming. You felt yourself reaching the edge.

Before you could tell him, you felt your orgasm wash over you, and your body convulsed, a loud moan leaving your lips.

Taehyung kept thrusting into you until he too reached his orgasm, spilling his cum deep inside you, before slowly pulling out and looking over you.

“He will be here soon.” He smirked, before tossing a towel your way.

[daisycoloredsims]

LOOKBOOK - summer lunch date one: flower top ♡ flower belt shorts ♡ jelly sandals two: tube top ♡ canvas pants ♡ platform sandals three: cardigan ♡ corset ♡ shorts ♡ pointy toe flats four: floral babydoll dress ♡ ankle strap pumps

ty creators! @joliebean @serenity-cc @twisted-cat @jius-sims @rimings @arethabee

[sleeping-sirens]

moles ♡‧₊˚ lee haechan

pairing : haechan x gn reader.

genre : established relationship, fluff.

summary : you read something on the internet that made you feel jealous of a person you didn’t even know but haechan knows just how to reassure you.

word count : 833 words.

warnings : reader and haechan are whipped for each other, pet names (sweetheart, baby), mentions of an orgasm, naked bodies but no sexual activity involved just a lot of kisses, reader is slightly possessive of haechan, mention of nipple.

a/n : i’m so in love with haechan it hurts. thoughts always full of him 😵‍💫 hope you enjoy this little drabble, requests are open <3

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warmth surrounded you like an orbit, spinning around your body and interweaving with your breaths. with every rise and fall of haechan’s chest beneath your head, your body fell into a never-ending galaxy of buzzing comfort and sparkling euphoria.

the tip of your finger danced around his skin. drawing circles on his bare chest, grazing over his flesh ever so slightly. you placed your palm flat against his heart, you were not surprised at the speed it was beating. both of you very much aware of the love you hold for the other.

and your hearts never lie.

“i read something earlier,” you replaced your palm with your head, tucking it nicely above his chest.

“yeah?” he hummed, his unusual deep and breathy voice vibrating from his body to send dusty ripples down your spine. “what was it about?”

his plump lips gravitated habitually to the top of your head. your hair slightly tickling his stubbled-chin that he hasn’t shaved for a while. he breathed in, your smell intoxicating him, his brain was full of you and every part of his body, from head to toe, was in love with you.

your response was a kiss on the spot where your ear was witnessing a symphony conducted by his heartbeats. you were his favorite song and he looked down at you with stars dancing in his eyes.

his entire body hummed with prickling goosebumps as you gently swayed your lips all over his chest. his breath hitched inside his throat when you ever so slightly teased a kiss over his nipple.

he was enchanted by the way you made him feel. and he enjoyed your sudden possessive demeanor.

you trailed your kisses up his torso, pecking his collarbones and working your way up his neck. your body moved on its own as you straddled him, lips still hot on his skin. on instinct, his hands attached to your waist. manly and slender fingers dancing across the naked skin of your waist until they nuzzled themselves into your hips.

he sighed against your temple as you placed loving kisses on his neck and smiled when he let out the tiniest whine that only you could enkindle in the loudest settings and quietest corners. and he burned in satisfaction.

you pulled away, watching him gently reach out after you. his beautiful neck, jaw and cheek on full display. all pretty and littered with moles you created constellations with inside the galaxies that your eyes held.

“you must’ve been very loved in your past life, and i’m jealous because it wasn’t me who gave you all these beautiful moles,” you pouted, your pointy finger tracing over the moles of his cheek, making out the shape of the constellation you loved so much.

“beauty marks are where your past lover kissed you the most. they sure loved your cheeks, jaw and neck,” you whispered as you kissed over his moles.

haechan laughed way out loud at your cuteness, thumbs swirling over your skin. his hands traveled up your back, settling on your head and pulling you away gently.

“where did this come from, all of a sudden?” he giggled up at you, eyes crinkling. you were sitting so beautifully on top of his body as he was leaning on the soft pillows behind him.

he wanted to engrave this moment in his heart forever.

“i’m so jealous of your past lover,” you curled your hands on his chest, head down and back slightly arched.

“you’re acting as if i just didn’t give you one of the best, most toe-curling orgasms ever, sweetheart. why are you jealous of my past lover and where did this thought even come from?” haechan was seriously so confused but amused at what you were blabbering about.

“i read it online,” you admitted, shrugging.

he wondered if you had even come down from your high. he sat up straight, holding your face with both hands until your lips pouted and he placed multiple kisses on top.

“baby,” first kiss.

“my baby,” second kiss.

“i’m all yours,” third kiss.

“there’s no such thing as a past lover,” fourth kiss.

“and even if there was,” fifth kiss.

“i can assure you that i love you,” sixth kiss.

“one,” seventh kiss.

“thousand,” eighth kiss.

“times,” ninth kiss.

“more than them,” tenth kiss.

“i love you so much, and i’ll love you as long as the stars keep shining in the night skies,” he flipped you over, snuggling you underneath his warm body. he planted multiple kisses down your cheeks and neck, setting up goosebumps to burn on your skin.

“i’ll forever be yours, forever and for a whole lifetime,” he reassured, smiling down at you and brushing his nose against yours.

“then let me kiss you,” you traced his moles again. you’ve always been obsessed with them but this time you couldn’t control your feelings with him. “let me kiss all the places you have moles on your body.”

“can’t turn down an offer like that, i’m all yours baby.”

a/n : this drabble basically wrote itself, RIP. reader is me, i’m so whipped for haechan☹️💘 feedback is appreciated, let me know what you think of this 🫶🏼

[crybaby-bkg]

I know I've talked about bull and bear hybrid Bakugou, but has anyone ever talked about lion hybrid Bakugou???? I thought about this concept when I was still half asleep this morning but like,,,,

lion hybrid bakugou with his big ole head and even bigger mane of hair, all soft, colored like the sand you'd dig your toes into at the beach. he has a little scruff on his chin, but he never grows it out because he hates the upkeep of it.

he's always loud, growly yawns whenever you see him, his canines sharp and pointy when he opens his maw wide enough for you to peek in. he's so big and soft where it matters, lazes around all day everyday, and gets these big bursts of energy at the most random of moments. he's basically an overgrown cat basically

omg and he has this complex where he's just sooo high and mighty, like he's some king meant to be worshipped. but all you have to do is kiss his cheeks and rub a hand through his hair when he lays his big dumb head in your lap, and he's purring up a storm.

and and and lion hybrid bakugou whose tongue can feel so rough when he's feeling lazy about it, but somehow knows how to work it just right whenever he wants to lounge between your legs. gets so huffy and growly when you mumble that you can't cum anymore, just nudges your thighs a little wider with his shoulder as he nuzzles his nose against your mound. doesn't care to hear any of your complaining, because he's still eating and doesn't intend on finishing until he's ready.

omg and and lion hybrid bakugou whose favorite position is, of course, doggy style. but only because he gets to wrap your little dainty neck up in his powerful jaws and pin you there, likes how you whimper and shiver but go limp either way because you trust him with your life. he pins your arms beside your head and grunts so loud into your nape when he finally sinks his cock inside of you. he practically lays flat on top of you, just rutting his hips against your ass over and over until he knots you.

which is his favorite part because you two get to just lay there for what feel like hours, and you keep coming intermitally because he can't help but rut his hips a few more times, and hiss at the way his knot tugs at your clenching lips. sigh just lion hybrid bakugou who looks so mean and intimidating but he just loves you so much and can't get enough of you

[waitineedaname]

shoes in FMA rated on how comfortable they'd be to fight in

Edward Elric

considering Ed's uhhh very distinct taste in aesthetics, these could be a lot worse. they look relatively comfortable and don't seem like they'd be difficult to move around in. they are platforms though, which I imagine makes things more difficult. I'll be generous and give these a 7/10

Most of the Amestrian military

pretty much everyone in uniform wears the same shoes, so I'm lumping them all together. these are Roy's, if that matters. they look fine. I imagine that because it is part of a military uniform, it's designed to be moved around in and worn for hours on end, so ideally they're relatively comfortable. it doesn't look like there's much traction, but they're usually fighting on flat surfaces so whatever. 8/10

Fu and Lan Fan

these shoes fucking rule. the picture I've included is Lan Fan's, but they wear p much the same shoes. I fucking love these things. they have spikes. Edward Elric fucking wishes. considering this seems to be part of the bodyguard uniform, I'd imagine they're as easy to run around in as the military shoes, if not better since they're expected to be doing martial arts in them. but most importantly, they have spikes. 10/10, no notes.

Ling and Mei

on the topic of doing martial arts, both Ling and Mei wear these.... I'm not sure what they are. flats? slippers? it's unclear. (EDIT: they are apparently Kung Fu shoes!) they seem relatively easy to move around in I guess since they're not very cumbersome and both Ling and Mei rely on being very nimble. they look like they have absolutely no support in the soles though, which is gonna get painful after a certain point. also depending on what fabric they're made of, they could definitely start chafing. I've worn flats. I know that hell. 7/10 for the potential blisters, but at least they're designed specifically for martial arts

Greedling and Bradley

it's hard to get a good shot in this scene because neither of them stop moving, but I swear to god, they're fighting in dress shoes. I cannot stand them. this CANNOT be comfortable. I know Greed prioritizes aesthetics over function so this was probably a compromise between his and Ling's tastes but ohhh my god. he was probably wasting so much of the philosopher's stone just passively healing the million blisters on his feet from running around in these things. there's a chance Bradley is wearing the military uniform shoes but I think he was in more formal dress when he got blown the fuck up, so I don't think so. no wonder he complains about being sore, quit running around in dress shoes you fucking moron. 4/10.

Greed

THESE FUCKING THIIIIIIIINGS. WHY ARE THEY POINTY AT THE END. WHY DOES IT LOOK LIKE SOMEONE HIT HIS FOOT WITH A MALLET AND FLATTENED THEM. he's so dumb. I love him. looking at these things tells me he would probably wear goth cowboy boots if he could, and tbh that would probably look better. 3/10 for Greed's overall silly as hell fashion sense

Lust

okay. the heels make sense considering her whole vibe. however. these are part of her fucking BODY. when she gets incinerated, they grow back. can she even take them off???? I'm scared to ask. I guess if theyre part of her body, she doesn't have to worry about adjusting to balancing in them like you would normally with heels, but oh my god. she can never wear normal shoes. I would also be murderous if I had to wear heels all the time. 4/10.

Father and Izumi

guys. these are sandals. it has been four hundred years and Father is still wearing the same outfit he was wearing in the damn desert. find a new outfit man. Izumi is apparently wearing bathroom slippers (hence the WC) so idk why she's even wearing those out of the house. Father gets 0/10 and Izumi gets 1/10 because she still manages to kick everyone's asses while wearing these, so respect

Envy

PUT YOUR FUCKING TOES AWAY. -10000000/10

[jordynbreeloa777]

Can you tell me the things that you've manifested?

Take love 💖

Hi anon! Also im not FULLY DONE with all my “big” manifestations i have manifested a lot in my journey! LONG POST AHEAD👀

sharp jawline, high defined cheekbones, slim face, overall 0 face fat, and a L, V shaped jawline. I lovee that I manifested this one because people literally ask me if I do mewing, and how my jawline is so sharp I manifested this with subliminals, even though I kinda already had a defined face I definitely enhanced it to the max ✨

thicker, fuller, better shaped brows. I think I mentioned this in one of my last post but I also manifested this with subliminals & robotic affirmations, this is probably my biggest one since I manifest it in a day 😭 I swear before my eyebrows was so thin, didn’t fit my face, and was giving pencil. But now it’s so pretty and my mom always tells me “ you always look like you got your eyebrows done” and “ did you brush your brows today?” 💈🎀

smaller nostrils. Which also I used subliminals, there is a visible change in my nose as the nostrils go more /\ instead of () which I love and the tip is more rounded, im not really done with this though because I may manifest a desired nose shape instead of just smaller👀

lips, this one is kinda self explanatory but I manifested plumper lips, pinker, and pointy lip corners also by subliminals 👄

clear skin, which I love because my skin use to have tiny bumps, but it’s clear and even though I manifested this a while ago it still IS! my friend asked me for my skincare rountine which was literally a affirmation in the subliminal 🫣

hair. I’m not done with this, but my hair definitely got much thicker then it was before 💇🏽‍♀️

lashes. My lashes are thicker, but im not done with this eitherr because I want them to be a little longer so half succes story ig 🫶🏽

‘TEETH. I have braces, so I didn’t manifest teeth change, because obviously the braces is already fixing my teeth plus I love how they look on me, but I manifested white teeth 🦷

~BODY TEAA⏳

less neck lines, I got these because of fake necklaces and it made me not like it so I manifested it away💋

strong, defined, collar bones, I already had this but I enhanced it and it’s so much more noticeable!

arms. I manifested slimmer, toner, longer arms ( I already had long arms but again I enhanced them)

fingers & nails. This one is kinda big, but my nails are so long and strong even my toe nails 😭 But I cut them ofc and my fingernails break because of sports so I may manifest them to never break even though they grow SUPER fast💨

flat stomach, which I manifested using subliminals it’s literally like paper, but I may manifest for it to still be flat when I get bloated because your girl still likes to buss down food🤗

thicker thighs. My thighs don’t have a gap, and there a little toned which I lovee (also subs)✨

bigger booty meatt- this may be tmi but I had to add it. I may manifest it to be bigger but y’all… it be showing. literally my friends be harassing me everytime I wear dresses😒

🍒- I manifested for them to look pretty, there not to big, not to small there like C cup and I love themm, so mwah

taller height. I was at first like 5’4 and now im 5’6.. not to tall not to short but i love my height my Dad even asked me “are you having a growth spurt” plus my legs are so long now <3

i manifested good exam marks.. only A’s & B’s without even studying 📚

SATS.

i manifested for my knees, elbows, and knuckles to all be the same color by affirming I have a even body skintone 🤞🏽

now this is probably all i manifested in the 4 years i been in the community! I’m still not “done” with all my “big manifestations” or my “journey” but I know it’s coming to an end 💝

[moofbat]

the people have spoken! here is zop absolutely living his best life! i haven’t drawn him in so long :,)

ID: a full colour digital drawing of grizzop lying on the shore of a yellow beach on a sunny day drinking from a coconut. he is a dark green goblin with long, pointy ears that point upwards. he has completely red eyes, sharp teeth and claws. he is smiling at the viewer as he lies on his front, propped up on his elbows with his legs sticking out behind him, toes sticking into the sand as the shallow waves come in and touch his stomach. his left forearm is flat on the sand and the right is resting on top of it, holding a green coconut with a straw sticking out of it. he is wearing a bright orange speedo, and has three hoop earrings in his ear. end ID

[nova-amor]

༘☁︎⋆ ◜ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 ◞

you breathed out his name like a whisper, the silk sheets of the bed craddling your trembling form in a soft cocoon of warmth and bliss. your back arched against the bed, forming into a perfect crescent while your toes curled inward and thighs quivered. your hands found purchase of his blonde strands as you fought to remain grounded to the earth, your fingers threading his hair and tugging at the strands in order to stay tethered to the mortal plane.

erwin’s tongue danced around your pretty folds with grace, his icy blue eyes fluttered closed and mellow hums of delight rumbling from the depths of his throat as he consumed every ounce of your being. the wet, flat muscle lapped at the clenching entrance of your cunt before flicking the hood of your clit with the pointy edge. erwin cut into you like a knife, tearing and ripping every scream and whimper from your aching throat with ease.

“erwinn,” you cried, your gummy walls clenching around empty space as he suckled on your clit, the pressure making your head grow dizzy and body faint. his hands were wrapped around your thighs, holding your fragile body in place and preventing you from running away from the wrath of his mouth. “i can’t— i can’t anymore— ‘s too much,” you pleaded.

erwin unlatched his lips from your clit with a soft ‘pop’, his icy blue eyes piercing you like a cold dagger. his bushy eyebrows furrowed in frustration, the grip he had on your thighs tightening. a shiver ran down the length of your spine as you shrunk under his gaze.

“what do you mean ‘s too much?,” erwin spoke through the thick of his teeth, cocking his head to the side. a thick eyebrow quirked up, a look of bewilderment swirling the arctic pools of his gaze. “we’ve just barely started.” he lied.

it had already been an hour or two or maybe three since erwin began his tango with your cunt. time merging together with each orgasm he pulled from your depths. you had lost count how many times he had made you cum with just his tongue, but you knew it had been too many given the aching state of your overstimulated nerves and sopping core.

“erwin— i need a break,” you begged him, his nostrils flaring in a silent protest. “i can’t handle another one; i need a second to breathe,”

erwin’s expression softened, his lips peppering feather light kisses across the landscape of your inner thighs. his cheeks and chin glistened with the sticky, clear nectar of your juices, the scent of sex wafting gently through the air.

“okay, baby, we can take a break,” he promised, the black pools of his eyes drowning out his ocean blue irises. he inched closer to your cunt, his warm breath fanning over your messy lips as his eyes remained locked with yours. “but, you got ‘ta give me one more. we can take a break for as long as you want after, okay? just give me one more. please?”

your folds tingled, your numbed mind buzzing to life. you couldn’t bring yourself to deny erwin, not when he was looking up at you with such big, pleading eyes. “okay ,” you murmured, the corners of his lips curling up into a faint smile. “just one more.”

[y-rhywbeth2]

Elven 'Physiology' and Quirks

Link: Disclaimer regarding D&D "canon" & Index[tldr: D&D lore is a giant conflicting mess. Larian's lore is also a conflicting mess. There's a lot of lore; I don't know everything. You learn to take what you want and leave the rest]

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 | [WIP]

In my continued desire to procrastinate on reading two novels and cross-referencing about three sourcebooks for drow culture, I met myself in the middle and did this instead.

Also I really need to rehaul some of the lore compilations...

Unlike elves of other worlds, the Tel'Quessir – except drow – are as tall as humans, but finer boned and typically narrower in build – except for aquatic elves. An elf weighs less than a human of the same build and height, which appears to be something to do with their bone density, as elven bones (especially winged elves’) are light (though ‘surprisingly sturdy’). Their fingertips taper, and their hands and fingers are longer than a humans… although I still think saying they’re 50% longer (palm and fingers) is a bit much.

Elves are noted for their androgyny, which goes both ways; there's not much difference in the skeletal structure and elven women are noted by humans for their narrow hips, which led to a comment that it must make childbirth agonising in comparison.

Elves are also noted for their distinctive 'dance-like' motions while walking due to walking on their toes and the balls of their feet: 'Most seemed to have a lilt and swing, like dancers. Ah, that was it—none strode flat-footed; even the tallest and most hurried of the citizenry danced forward on their toes.' - Elminster in Myth Drannor

They don't grow much in the way of body hair - they appear hairless, with the only visible hair on their eyebrows and scalp. Elves unused to mixed company find non-elves disturbingly hirsute.

The shape of their facial features, regardless of ‘subrace,’ are as varied as humans. The only rules of thumb are about their eyes and ears:

Elven ears are always pointy – but can vary greatly in shape and length otherwise. They’re somewhat prehensile; elven children can move their ears, but generally this ability is lost with maturation. Maintaining it seems to be a genetic quirk. Whether the shape or whatever, elves have sharp hearing.

Elven eyes are larger in proportion to their face and spaced a little further apart than human eyes, slightly slanted in a manner that gives them a wider field of vision and more acute vision in general.

If you're using recent editions then elves can see in very low light conditions (able to see perfectly clearly by starlight alone). Drow can see in perfect darkness.

If you want to go by older editions you're looking at infravision: elves, like other beings that can 'see' in the darkness, were able to change their sight to the infrared spectrum, perceiving heat signatures. Drow vision was further ranged and more acute than surface elves'.

Elves aren't diurnal, and have no particular circadian rhythm, they just get four hours in whenever and communities are have a consistent level of full activity all day and night.

The elven olfactory senses are much sharper, as is their sense of taste. Drow raised in the Underdark have a sense of smell on par with humans, due to overexposure to incense and other strong fragrances used in ritual and covering up the fact that living crowded together in caves doesn't always spell great. Elves are picky eaters, both due to taste and texture, deriding non-elven cuisine as ‘over-spiced animal flesh and other abominable foods.’

Elves are biologically wired for music somehow, able to recall melodies flawlessly and engage in music theory , 'the elven faculty for music is uncanny in comparison to most other races,' which they credit to the divine influence of the Seldarine.

While this doesn't always come up in the rules, elves are immune to the paralytic effects of ghouls, due to an incident involving either Corellon Larethian or Lolth, and the ghoul deity Doresain, who in the version of his backstory given for the Realms was a green elf back in -11,200 DR whose recent ancestors were of the nation of Eiellûr and betrayed their people to the dark elven empire of Ilythiir. A rather brutal bastard and slaver who eventually killed and ate the raw flesh of the ruling family of the last surviving green elven nation of Southern Faerûn as part of a pact with the demon lord of the undead, Orcus for eternal life. When Doresain later fell in combat during one of the many skirmishes of the Crown Wars, Orcus brought him back as a unique undead horror and King of the Ghouls and Orcus’ proxy on Toril (so that Orcus could focus on important matters in the Abyss). Doresain eventually became trapped in the Abyss, trapped in service to Yeenoghu when Orcus ignored his pleas to save him (despite his ‘domain’ Orcus despises the undead). Most Torilian sages claim that Lolth intervened and freed him, bringing Doresain back to Toril in exchange for imbuing the drow with immunity to his children and swearing that ghouls would never attack them, which indirectly affected all elves (except for the ‘not attacking’). Others claim he prayed to the gods of his living years, the Seldarine, and they took pity on him in exchange for the same service.

The Seldarine are always depicted as genderfluid or agender – if depicted in art in humanoid form they are shown with two bodies as afab and amab, or possessing both characteristics in a single form. Occasionally a mortal elf is also born who takes after the gods; marked by their androgyny (by elven standards) and the ability to alter their sex characteristics at will, these elves are considered blessed by Corellon and closer to the gods by many elven cultures. They haven’t been given an official word, but the elven word for ‘Blessings of Corellon’ on Toril is ‘Cormiira.’ According to the most popular take on the elven creation myth, the People are born of Corellon’s blood (and possibly Sehanine’s tears as she wept at seeing him gravely wounded), which many elves attribute this as evidence for. The Tel’Quessir do have several other creation myths however.

Elves have an innate connection to the Weave, which is why they're 'the wizard race' and something to do with their connection to the world. Elves are more likely to have the innate ability required to become arcane spellcasters, and some say the Weave is what gives them their lifespans.

Going into purely non-published realmslore from word of god:

The elven gestation period takes two years (this I’m pretty sure is in published DnD somewhere?) Elves tend to avoid being pregnant unless they actively want to and have generally mastered the art of not being pregnant, the threat of being side-lined by shorter lived peoples who have more children and faster be buggered.

The elven diet primarily consists of raw plant matter and fish. The elven digestive system can handle vegetation that others’ cant. They can eat meat, and many do – especially those who grow up around humans, who have developed a tolerance that makes it easier for them to digest – but it’s not a ‘natural’ part of their diet nor does it play a large role. Apparently drinking small quantities animal blood is a reasonably common enough way to consume land animals (I’m not clear on whether this is in the form of soups or beverages).

Elves are severely allergic to cannabis and can't use it, though they have found unspecified alternatives.

While getting it is unpleasant, they are only inconvenienced by bubonic plague and its not considered a dangerous disease.

Elves also draw energy from the sunlight, which bolsters their metabolism, allowing them to eat less and possibly playing a part in their ability to digest previously mentioned plant matter. Access to fresh water (not just drinking it) also plays a part in their overall health. Somehow. Dark elves in the Underdark have adapted over the centuries (or maybe from the High Magic ritual that binds them to it) to draw from the faerzress radiation.

Elven vocal chords can reach pitches higher than humans can reach, and there's a gene that can allow the elf to produce two notes at the same time, which with training allows them to sort-of say two things at once (a 'ghost' vocalisation beneath the spoken words). This is described as 'genetic but not racial' so I assume it can pass to half-elves and any non-elven descendants through them.

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Reverie/'Eedqa':

Elves do not sleep, unless something has gone wrong (injury, illness, exhaustion). They also can’t be forced to sleep, and are immune to magic that would do so (but not to being whacked over the back of the head and knocked out with something heavy).

- Elves enter a state called the Reverie (or just reverie) in Common, and ‘eedqa’ in Elven. The elf finds a quiet place to relax, gradually tuning out the world and slipping into a trance-like state where they re-experience their lived memories, occasionally interspersed with memories from past lives and visions from the gods – which will be vague and puzzling and probably require a priest to decode, the Lady of Mysteries did not earn that nickname for nothing. - They are somewhat aware of their surroundings in reverie, but pulling themselves back out of their mind is disorienting and waking early is extremely disorienting, much like waking any sleeping individual. Physically, they are immobile, not necessarily lying in a normal sleeping position (sitting or reclining is the norm), their breathing slows into a torpor and their eyes remain open and unfocused, which has occasionally caused panic in acquaintances who’ve never witnessed reverie before and think the elf has died (elves in turn are known to find the 'heaviness' of sleep disturbing to behold).

The only elves who deliberately sleep are priests of Sehanine Moonbow, who occasionally enter the deeper state of unconsciousness to communicate with their goddess, and the majority of drow (whose struggles to achieve reverie have been credited to the Underdark 'fragmenting' their natural instincts, and their inability to relax enough to enter the state).

Elves experience their first reverie in the womb, as pregnancy forges a temporary Rapport between parent and developing foetus where the offspring experiences the parent’s life and learns of their family and culture through them (how much the child can learn varies by parent; quality of education not guaranteed). Young children, lacking experiences of their own, are more likely to experience memories of previous lives unless they share in the reveries of other elves. The occurrence of the first ‘current life’ reverie is a life milestone and typically marks the end of childhood.

It’s very taboo amongst elves to interrupt another elf’s reverie.

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Communion and Aleirin:

'Elves who lived even in reasonably close contact were so connected to each other through the Reverie and the Weave that they shared at least some shadow of each other’s emotional experiences.'

Elves have something of telepathic abilities, such as the ability to sense their own kind, a ‘sense of welcome,’ ‘warmth’ and ‘safety,’ although this can be obscured. This extends to the ability to enter each others minds and share thoughts, emotions and memory. Although that’s not to say that elves are living in each others heads, nor that they can (or are willing to) do it simply or constantly.

The state of ‘mind melding’ is communion, which is accomplished by sharing reverie while in physical contact (holding hands or pressing palms together, usually). The elven term for communion is apparently quor, however I can’t say for certain that applies to this mystical variety. Communing is credited with the sense of community elves experience, is an important part of elven religion, and they’re noted to anticipate sharing themselves with loved ones and struggle to understand non-elves due to their lack of ability to do so. However, it’s not a state entered into casually, as it requires deep trust and a willingness to be vulnerable with your entire being – you are exposing your every emotion and memory to another. Preparation may take weeks of mundane communication as the elves do away with any prejudices and air concerns to be resolved beforehand. It’s also physically and emotionally draining, and while in communal reverie the elves are entirely unaware of anything but each other and are vulnerable to surrounding hazards. Up to four elves may participate at once.

This awareness of each other lends elves an understanding that allows them to predict each others moods and actions acutely, and aids them to work in sync or borrow one anothers skills for a time (for example an elf who doesn’t know how to speak a certain language may temporarily ‘know’ after borrowing the knowledge from another elf.) Extended use of communion may cause loss of individuality however, as the elves begin to blend into each other.

Elves who isolate themselves from their people - whether this is by their own bitterness, malice, scheming, etc, or if the source is due to external magical affects like the Shadow Weave digging out these emotions (which; Shar, that’s what she does) - lose the ability to reverie and the ability to commune with it. Other elves cannot sense them, describing them as feeling ‘asleep.’

Drow may or may not be capable. They are capable of reverie, which would indicate that they can, they just don't know they can, or plain don't (Lolth would firmly discourage it with torture and death regardless).

Some elves, when they trust each other implicitly, may chose to make the link more permanent – a communion that never ends, in a form called Rapport or aleirin, or aleiryid if the nature of their relationship is romantic. The bonding is permanent, and can usually only be made a single time. Those born of multiple births like twins have rapport with their siblings, but outside of this it’s still uncommon for an elf to make this level of commitment and most are happier with normal, less co-dependent relationships (especially because, if you want to bring in the Complete Book of Elves, the shock of one partner dying can kill the other). A rapport can be made with non-elves, a ranger could even choose to establish one with their animal companion, but such bonds are so rare as to be practically unheard of.

The ability to commune has been attributed to a gland in the elven brain, which produces a magic that veils their minds. At rest it forms a shield that isolates them (and some scholars believe this is where the elven resistance to enchantment magic comes from), but they can lift it or expand it to bring other elven minds in.

The elven resistance to enchantment spells has also been credited to elven culture itself, since magic saturates their world so heavily elves grow up exposed to a constant background radiation of enchantment magic, for lack of a better word, and build up a tolerance. Others have said it’s the elves fey ancestry.

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Souls/'Ues':

Like most sapient beings who are not humans – or mostly/half-human (excluding half-orcs) dwarves, gnomes or halflings – elven souls, ‘ues’ in elven, are somewhat different to the norm. sometimes differentiated in lore by calling them ‘spirits,’ and do not stay permanently in the afterlife, instead residing in the outer planes for a time (varying from days to millennia) before reincarnating back on the Prime Material Plane. While 5e claims drow are locked out of the cycle, the original lore included drow, and suggested that elves who decide to be evil little bastards in life and bar themselves from Arvandor will find themselves reincarnated as drow (vice versa: a drow who rejects Lolth is unlikely to find themselves reborn in her clutches).

(Elves do not have access to DnD sourcebooks and do not have any concrete idea of this kind of thing, so elven religion and philosophy varies heavily and may or may not reflect these things. Some elves don’t even believe in reincarnation.)

Another traditional side effect was that raise dead didn’t work on elves, only resurrection. Space was made for DMs to hand-waive this if it was getting in the way (because it makes elves expensive to have in the party), and the rule seems to have been officially side-lined for convenience by this point.

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Ageing:

How elves age has varied by edition and writer. Sometimes they're human aging, sometimes a bit slower, sometimes much, much slower.

In most sources, including 5e core, an elf matures at the same rate, physically and psychologically, as a human, later developing into elven psychological stages as the centuries pass and they outlive the human experience.

It's also been said that Torilian elves are physically mature at 25.

In older editions, including realms sources, elves could age slower, taking between 30-60 years to hit puberty (which lasts another 50-85 years). Psychologically, non-elves are known to find elven youths to be rather mature for their age (due to longer lives and communing with the adults in their lives), though they’re still inexperienced by elven standards and hormonal. Elven children are left to pursue their ever shifting curiosity, instincts and impulses which means they generally don’t master any skills and end up about level with any other race by early adulthood. Drow have the fastest rates of maturation, Gold elves the slowest. Wheras in humans afab are known to hit puberty first on average, elves mature at the same average speed regardless.

Elves also have a mystical land-connection thing and are noted to be shaped by their environments, and it has been said of the latter version of ageing that elves may mature faster outside of the slow pace of elven cultures, particularly in dangerous and stressful situations where they need to grow fast.

Bizarrely, and I’m assuming this is a typo, it seems that the process of elven puberty is a bit like getting steroids because they get strength and dexterity bonuses. Or maybe elven teens are just stronger and more agile than their human counterparts, which is probably more likely if it isn't a typo.

[ohdragonflyohdragonburnthemdown]

Blooms Base transformation in ODF

I made some small changes to Blooms base transformation, because while I love the original design, for ODF I needed something a bit different so here it is:

Ok so notes, I'm gonna talk about it and translate annotations you might not see.

This is Blooms base form at the beginning of Oh Dragon Fly. While Pyros did happen, it wasn't enough for her to earn her Enchantix. So Bloom has been fighting Valtor for three years in her first form (😅poor girl).

Since Bloom has been fighting Valtor for several years and also lived through Darkar, she changed parts of her form. Mostly to make it more combative. But there are other changes, some she made and some that just happened naturally.

One of the main points that always irked me (I know it would be a bitch to animate) was that there isn't more fire hair Bloom. So easy fix! If Bloom transforms, she has permanent fire hair. It also shows outside of transformation, if she is really pissed. It also has to do with her Dominian Heritage, but I'm gonna explain that one later on.

As for her crown…I genuinely forgot about that😂. But thinking about it I realized, if she had fire hair, you can't really grab it, because it's magical fire. Why add a crown, that possibly could be grabbed? Also why have a crown if your hair is epic as hell? So no crown.

Another biological feature are glowing freckles. I know this is fanon for many, but I have to mention it. She has them all over her body and they are actually a representation of her scales. (Im gonna explain that one later!) but because Daphne put a seal on her to blend her into Earth, Bloom only has freckles. By now the seal is broken a bit, so several features have broken through, such as the glow of her freckles and her pointy ears.

Something that she didn't do, but that happened as a result of Dakar, was that her wings darkened. It's mostly seen in the tip of the upper wing, but the main body is also slightly darker. It's a result of her trauma and the way Darkar's possession/ Dark Bloom changed her.

I also added darker shorts under her skirt, because I genuinely like the short skirt, but DAMN IT she is flying around hovering over people! She get's shorts! I made them darker mostly because I wanted some contrast.

Now for the bigger changes! I changed her arm warmers to some metal bracers. For one because Bloom is a nerd, canonically, so she took inspiration from Wonder Woman. They actually can reflect a lot of spell, making it possible for Bloom to shield herself and others in a pinch, without using magic. She can also use them to hit people harder.

Another point to them and that's is also why she has the bracelets on her upper arms is that she can heat them up. Bloom as a fire fairy isn't bothered by heat of any kind heat, so she isn't hurt, but anyone that wants to grab her touches metal that basically is still in the forge. Simple but good looking defense.

The chain on the skirt can have the same effect, but I just wanted to add more dragon elements.

Now for the big changes. I swapped out the heels for flat shoes, but changed the sole for steel toes and heels. So if Bloom kicks it really hurts and since it's metal it can also burn. The band around the ankle is just support, because you can and will twist your ankle on flat ground in good shoes, so having that is just a precaution. Also, someone tries to grab her ankle? Metal band…it burns!

The shin guards. My main objective was to add more dragon elements. So we have dragon scale shin guards. Then I realized, why not make it more practical? So I added a pointed end, that is just long enough, that if Bloom were to use her knee to hit someone she would also stab them. She has used that feature in the past, and she will absolutely use it again.

The bands are once again, both decorative and functional, because metal hurts if hot!

So yeah. There you have my explanation of Bloom's base transformation in Oh Dragon Fly!

[tired-biscuit]

"they’re also the type to jokingly dry hump you tbh (if u’re comfy with it ofc lmao)" BISCUITTTTTTTT NOOOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭😩😩😩 Now I'm thinking dirty!

you’re on your tippy toes because you’re trying to reach something from the top shelf of the cupboard, and then all of a sudden there’s this big, warm hand pressing flat into the middle of your back; pushing you forward until you’re outright bent over the kitchen counter.

you whip your head to the side just in time to see your best friend’s stupid, shit-eating grin. kiba winks at you as he presses his hips against your own, clearly provoking something highly indecent. the way he digs his fingers into your sides jokingly causes you to jump, but the ticklish sensation to overcome you is not the main reason as to why adrenaline is coursing your system, now.

“what d’ya want?” you ask, eyes narrowed. he’s playing a dangerous game — it makes your throat feel like it’s stuffed with cotton, absorbing all of the saliva.

“just passin’ through,” he mumbles, seemingly completely nonchalant as he pushes even further into you to grab the mug he always favours in your kitchen. “don’t mind me.”

he actually thinks he’s slick with it, the bastard.

“excuse me; how can i not mind you when you’re literally shoving your dick up my ass?” you quip back, wiggling your hips in attempt to gain some extra room — just that, yeah. goodness, he’s practically become flushed against you as he stands behind you, inching closer and closer each time he pulls dumb shit like this. makes you feel smaller than usual when you compare his body height and mass to your own.

it’s sort of thrilling.

but it’s not like you’ll ever admit it.

“oh, sweetheart; if i were to do that, you’d be nowhere near as coherent,” he immediately retorts back, finally picking up the bright red mug that he came in here for in the first place.

you watch as his lips quiver slightly when he twists it in his hand. the picture of the 101 dalmatians that is plastered on the porcelain always causes the corner of his mouth to quirk upwards.

and that’s pretty cute… for a kiba thing to do, you suppose.

but it’s not like you’ll ever admit that either.

abandoning the thought as quickly as it came, you allow your eyes to roll as far as they’ll go. “boast some more, will you?” you pause to murmur the next word under your breath, “…dummy.”

“i mean, if you insist.” he smiles at the jab you don’t mean until he’s all pointy fangs and dimples. the sight is so cute that it could make your heart hurt. perhaps it does already, who knows. you’re confused when it comes to him.

it causes you to groan and to start feigning annoyance even if there’s a peculiar sort of heat pooling inside your stomach when he gives you one final squeeze; one final gesture that makes you question if you really are just friends and nothing else.

and kiba, well, he laughs; this deep, genuine sort of laugh as he pushes away from you and heads for the stove so that he can pour the coffee he’s just finished making for the both of you. the morning after spending an entire night bar hopping with your other friends has turned you both groggy and yearning for caffeine.

but unbeknownst to you, he doesn’t do it just because of the hot drink that he has to pour into your strictly appointed mugs so that you can start feeling at least a little bit human again.

no, as he glances at you from the corner of his eye — still so sleepy and messy-haired in his favourite rock band t-shirt that might just be older than him — he also pushes away because of the raging boner that you secretly invoke inside his sweats each time he spends the night at your place and sees you dressed in nothing else but a nearly identical t-shirt and underwear.

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As you can imagine, there are some species out there that almost everyone loves. Then there are species that most people absolutely hate (don't lump me in with them, though). And of course there are many that people are mostly neutral on, not having much to say about it really. No emotional opinions, no crazy stories or tangents to be found. A large amount of creatures land on this option, as they don't really do much to sway one's thoughts, be it good or bad. Of course, there will always be the few folk who are very vocal of their thoughts, but that doesn't do much to dent the public's mental image of a certain species. But sometimes there are particular creatures who garner incredibly polarizing opinions, where people either really like them or furiously despise them. Hardly any in between! Each person you ask will have their own loud thoughts about it, jumping from "oh they are wonderful!" to "KILL EM ALL, I SAY!" in a single group of people. It's crazy! To have such wildly different opinions on one single species! You wouldn't think it possible, as how can a creature evoke such array of feelings? Well, if you ever met a harpy, I think you would quickly see why. 

I feel that harpies are a species that don't need much of an introduction. They are a rather famous species and tales surrounding them have spread far and wide. But to make sure everyone is well aware, harpies are a species of bird that are found in a wide variety of ecosystems. They are highly adaptable and ever so clever, so as long as the climate isn't too extreme, they tend to find a way to make it all work. Obviously, one cannot talk about the harpy without bringing up their appearance, as that is one of the big reasons why this species is so well known. Overall, they have a somewhat owl-like build and appearance to them, but with some differences here and there. They do not have zygodactyl feet, rather more anisodactyl but the back toe is very flexible and capable of rotating. Compared to most other birds, they are actually very dexterous, capable of gripping, twisting and a variety of other things! The other feature they have are the clawed thumbs on their wings. While some see sharp pointy bits and immediately assume weapon, often these digits are for grooming or helping clamber through cluttered branches and tight spaces. And, of course, there is their face. Honestly, I imagine some people think I am stalling since I didn't bring this up first. The face of a harpy looks rather flat compared to other birds, and the feathers atop their heads are very thin long and fine. They hang limply down from their skulls, giving the impression of a flowing mane of hair. Their beaks seem quite small, despite a wide mouth hidden beneath their feathers. And with big eyes like that and easy to see nostrils, some folk see a human face upon these birds. And some other features, of course...

Yes indeed, the harpy has often been seen as a human bird hybrid, with some folk believing that they are some strange mammal bird mix or the result of some terrible curse. Furthering the point are the prominent "breasts" upon their chests, two features that humans cannot seem to tear their eyes away from. Unfortunately, I think they are a big reason why some folk and stories paint harpies in a very....seductive light. Flowing hair, bright lively eyes and large plump breasts, things that drive human males wild (supposedly)! I guess me being a dryad makes me ignorant to the appeal, as we lack the bulbous milk sacs that are so unique to mammals (though some human artists and storytellers may say differently on that). In truth, the two bulbs upon their chests are actually air sacs, used in boosting their calls and songs. Males of the species have much larger ones than the females, which causes endless confusion in humans. These sacs are why harpies are often believed to be an all female species, despite that making no sense (and before you point at dryads, remember we are a species whose majority identify as female). And even when you get someone to remember that there are male and female harpies, they will point to the ones with the biggest pair and say that one is the female. No, the males are the ones with the notably large "bosoms," but believe me that is a battle we will never win. Regardless, the males have larger air sacs to make their songs louder and to puff them up nice and big when it is time for courtship. I am sure there are some humans getting a real kick out of all of this...

When it comes to diet, harpies are opportunistic omnivores that are open to eating....well...anything. Fruit, bugs, nuts, small rodents and anything edible you leave lying around. Though their small beaks are not suitable for cracking open hard shells or tearing open carcasses, they usually find a work around. One is their wide mouths and stretching throats, which allow them to straight up swallow a lot of their food. A harpy doesn't need the cutlery to chop up a dead rabbit, they just throw their heads back and choke the whole thing down in one go. Always kind of funny to put that image side by side with the seductive, beautiful bird maidens that people like to fantasize them as. Your lovely bird woman is downing a rotting pork bone right now. And good to bring up food like that, because harpies will absolutely pick stuff out of the garbage. In fact, it is why they tend to set up their nests near villages and cities, as there is always something edible being thrown away. And if it isn't being tossed out, they may figure out a way to get anyways.

One of the reasons harpies are so well known and can cause people to have wildly different opinions about them is their cleverness and trickery. They are incredibly smart birds, able to learn from watching others, memorize patterns, use tools and mimic behaviors. For example, their beaks are not well equipped for cracking tough nuts, so harpies have learned to dump these foods onto roads with heavy carriage and caravan traffic. The horses and wheels will do the job, and they will swoop down when all is clear to collect their reward. They can also learn schedules, like when a farmer goes to feed their livestock every day, and when best to sneak in to grab some grains for themselves. On top of this big brain is incredibly vocal mimicry, which allows them to regurgitate pretty much any sound they have ever heard. And this includes speech! Harpies can mimic the sounds of dogs barking, swords clashing, children playing, and phrases they have heard while sitting upon the roof tops. A harpy can replicate a voice so well, that they tend to fool people who cannot see them! If a harpy was in another room out of sight, and they called to you in the voice of your partner, you wouldn't suspect it came from a bird! You wouldn't think twice! With incredible memories and smarts, they can remember dozens of words and phrases, and spit them back out flawlessly. 

However, I must dampen the excitement for a moment. The thing I want to point out is that while harpies can mimic speech and sound like they can talk like any other dryad or human, they cannot actually talk. At least not in the way we interpret it. Harpies are not speaking or trying to convey the actual meaning of these words, they are simply spitting out noises that they have heard. They don't actually know the definition of these words, they just know the usual response to these sounds. Like if I were to say, "hey, can you hand me that key?" in front of a harpy enough times, they may start saying it too. But the thing is, they aren't asking if you would hand them an actual key. Most likely, they see you giving me a shiny object, and think this is the phrase that makes others hand over shiny things. They don't understand it as a request for a single, specific object, they don't even know it is a question. To them, there is no "yes or no" to come from this, they say the noise and the shiny toy is immediately handed over. If not, they get confused or agitated. So if you ever go to a circus or show where they present a fully "fluent" harpy who can sure talk and act like a real deal person, remember that it is the result of countless hours of training and a very tight and staged script. "But Chlora, they sometimes pick out random people in the crowd to talk to them, and they follow along without a hitch!" Yeah, "random." Do you seriously need to have a dryad tell you what a "plant" is?

This vocal mimicry is used for a variety of things, be it wooing mates with elaborate songs and performances, or scaring away predators. Harpies will memorize the sound of dangerous animals in the area, and use them accordingly to spook potential threats. If someone is getting too close for comfort, the rattle of a manticore's scales will certainly make them change their minds! They may even use the sounds of people to scare pests and problems, as a human voice startles quite a few critters! Combined with their wit, and you will find scenarios where harpies found that particular phrases or noises can lead to some interesting results. A good example came from a village that was thrown into a full blown panic when the horn from the watchtower sounded. This alarm was used for approaching dragons or armies, and the people were ready to start a full scale evacuation. Thankfully, before things got too out of hand, the folks in the watch tower spotted the harpies nearby and declared a false alarm. It turns out the birds learned that this big horn noise made all the little people scamper away and leave their valuable tasty things behind. 

Another case revolved around a trade route that was besieged by bandits. A nasty gang had set up shop in a wooded part of the road, where they could hide and ambush lone traders. Each time, they would loudly demand that the victim leave all their belongings behind and run, or face the consequences. If you emptied your pockets and fled, they would let you live. Refuse, and they would gut you. Many carts and traders were robbed, but eventually authorities tracked down the bandits and captured them. But days after the arrest, another robbery occurred. And then another, and another. People believed that the guards had taken the wrong men or missed a few of them. Only after thorough investigation did they find a group of harpies who had learned to mimic the loud demands of the bandits, and noticed that this noise made people drop their shinies and run. This revelation also brought to mind the cases where the "robbers" attacked fruit carts and other food laden travelers, despite these targets carrying very little coin. But when threatened with your life, a lot of folk don't stop to think if it is truly bloodthirsty criminals or a bird that is screwing with you to get some free apples. 

With this trickery and mimicry in mind, you can start to see why some people would like them or hate them. Harpies are very capable of mischief, and are always fans of easy food. If they can find a way to rob a fruit stand, or swipe a meal from a distracted customer, they will gladly do so. They also like shiny or colorful objects to decorate their nests with, so they will totally fly off with trinkets and coins if they see an opening. Then there is the fact that harpies are incredibly sociable and in need of enrichment, so they do a lot of things for fun or to strengthen bonds with their flock. Groups of harpies can come up with their own games and ideas of "play" which may or may not be fun for the people affected by them. Some games can seem like them just screwing with people, stealing things or being nasty little vandals. They grow close to other harpies and other creatures who are nice to them, and can absolutely hold a grudge if someone wrongs them. Their memory can be applied to faces, and they will totally remember your face if you do something to anger them. In a way, harpies are also mimics when it comes to behavior, as they will copy the way you treat them and do the same to you. Villages with good relations with local harpies typically are very kind to the birds and do not antagonize them, while places terrorized by furious birds are probably guilty of doing something heinous to them previously. So if you find someone who likes harpies, then the birds probably like them. If you see someone who hates them, know that the harpies hate them too.

As I mentioned previously, harpies grow close to the beings who are nice to them and join them in their socialization. This means that anyone can create a bond with a harpy, provided they put in the effort and give plenty of gifts. Offerings of food and trinkets can get their attention, as well as helping them when they are in a bind. Rewarding certain behaviors can even lead to things like trade, where harpies will bring you goodies that you like to get prizes in return. I have met many folk who have developed relations with the local harpies, and find them very good company. Joining in their games or even doing things for them to watch with amusement, there is plenty on can do to make harpies interested in you. However, before you get it in your head that you want a pet harpy, know this: harpies can live for over seventy years, need a lot of social interaction and are very easily stressed. These animals are not toys, they are not things you can push aside when you get bored with them. Harpies need to socialize, they need to play and they need to make sure their bonds are strong. Ignoring them, leaving them for long periods of time or not treating them right will agitate them, stress them and cause their health and mind to deteriorate. Cages are also a terrible thing for them, as they need lots of space. They also get jealous very easily if they really like you and can throw fits when they feel left out. So when it comes to harpies as pets: absolutely not! If you want harpy friends, look to your local flock of harpies and try to strike up relations with them. Harpies make good neighbors and friends, not pets!

Chlora Myron 

Dryad Natural Historian

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"Harpy" (also why is the picture so dang big)

Harpies were inevitable, and I am sure some folk were expecting something more wild, but I absolutely adore this look. I find them very charming! Maybe you will get your more monstrous versions later!  

Also I am positive I forgot some things in this entry. But there is always a chance for further ones!      

[femmedaraya]

I wanted to start a series explaining some of the different work I did on my Talald cosplay, how it won Journeyman at ACen, and how you can use some of these techniques for your own competitive work! In this post we're breaking down how I built my boot covers. This is less of a tutorial and more of a build log with tips.

I found these ankle boots at a thrift store. They had a couple decorative straps which were easy to cut off with a craft knife. The heel's a comfortable height and an unobtrusive color, two things that provide great versatility for a wide range of boot covers in the future!

Try to keep in mind the shape of the toe when shopping for cosplay shoes. A round or pointy toe would look out of place with the curly tips l'd be adding to the top, so I made sure to pick a shoe with an almond toe.

Taping the boot! There are plenty of guides on how to do this; I got a friend's help which made it a lot easier. Personally I like doing my plastic wrap and tape a couple inches higher than I want the boot cover to go, just in case.

Fabric! Not much to this one. I made a separate pattern for the scallops at the top so they were all the exact same size and shape. These covers were made of the same neoprene as the dress, which is a pretty stretchy fabric, so that extra bit of wiggle room made it easier to translate my taped-up boot into a flat pattern.

I'm a stickler for making sure my seams lie flat. You can't iron neoprene, but since it's a double layered fabric, you can hand sew through just one layer on the inside. If you're doing something like this for a contest, MAKE SURE TO SHOW THE JUDGES! They're going to appreciate all the tiny things you do to make everything "just so."

Using a durable fabric for the bottom of your boot covers adds a lot to their longevity. This is the same cotton canvas I use to structure my corsets. I added these hot glue squiggles to give them some grip for my goofy little antics—might try using silicone caulk next time? By the way, that’s not a raw edge at the bottom of the canvas but a selvedge. Using the selvedge there makes my job just a little easier since I don’t have to hem that section.

Thanks for reading to the end! Next time I'll be talking about snaps and closures.

[hawkepockets]

thoughts/headcanons abt dao party body types…

morrigan is skinny, gangly, tough, and rangy from life in the wilds. she has sharp shoulders, stick-out shoulderblades, pointy joints, knobby long-fingered hands, a flat chest. she could be built like a ballerina, except that she doesn’t practice flexibility or grace. which makes her obviously graceless and brittle. the same height as alistair, annoyingly.

alistair is a big-boned, broad-shouldered, strong young man, inclined to beefiness, pudge, and nice boobs… except that he’s always been underfed and has now contracted the taint, so his strength is kind of wasting and drooping on his frame. a sad little belly… slightly pointed ears, just enough to mark him as a shifty character to the eye of a suspicious bigot, without being definitely elvhen.

leliana is plush, pear-shaped, and curvy with big (deadly) thighs and a heart shaped face. her arms have unexpected wiry strength, and her hands are hard. she loses a lot of her healthy fat & rosiness between dao & dai, becoming more rumpled, spindly and birdlike. SAD.

zevran is a beautiful, cat-footed rogue who can charm the rich and classy, so he’s fat and deceptively soft, apple shaped with dainty hands and feet and very strong calves from jumping and climbing. he moves very quietly and springily. medium height for an elf, short king by human standards. long, elegant ears.

wynne is a classroom skeleton. wynne is a folded up ironing board in circle robes. wynne is a murphy bed. wynne is a coffin lid. wynne is taller and more imposing than you expected from a distance. extremely straight, stern posture and big hands that she’s taken good care of. nothing about her bowed or crabbed by age. even her wrinkles are straight lines.

oghren has a beer belly and broad, hairy hands, but by dwarven standards he’s kind of small and slender.

melantho is tiny, much smaller than any of the humans, but to call her “lithe” or “willowy” because she’s an elf would be a joke. her sister is lithe and willowy. mela is a compact, unyielding mass of gristle and bone. no ass, no tits. the taint was already taking hold of her on the road to ostagar, and though its grip on her loosened with the joining she bears its marks—sunken eyes, clawed fingers and toes, blackened extremities, a fevered metabolism that melts away any remaining baby fat and keeps her cranky and cold, a slinking step, sensitivity to light. big, kitten-like ears.

sten is stacked like a sumo wrestler. best tits in the party, easily.

matsendra is bigger than mela but still pretty short with a fat, rounded hourglass figure. like zevran, he has a well-fed, satisfied, domesticated look, but unlike zev he’s not prepared for any chases or parkour. he is genuinely as used to soft living as he looks. with time away from the circle he firms up and gains a subtle, intimidating glow of strength and control, but never gets slimmer. for an elf he has smaller, rounder ears—one torn half off by the demon torpor—and unusually thick facial & body hair.

loghain is actually built very, very similarly to alistair, in a more advanced stage—a big frame that should be filled out, but miserable, ascetic living has stooped his shoulders and hollowed his gut, making him look older than he is.

velanna is an inverted triangle, a corn chip, a captain america. big shoulders, trim waist, tight butt. very disciplined. when she slouches in annoyance it’s artful, poised, and a little hard to believe.

nathaniel looks like a line cook. clammy, jittery, skinny, ugly defined abs, diet of mostly smoke. much much too tall. too tall by far. hunched, self-conscious body language. has erratic bursts of strength in which he can toss oghren like a sack of flour.

sigrun is a full and sexy hourglass!! but she’s all the way down there and wearing legion armor, so you don’t even know. you don’t even get to know how perfect she is.

justice is dead, and squishes like rotten fruit if you touch him. very big, looks as tall as nathaniel but that’s because nate has bad posture. actually slightly shorter. twice as wide.

anders is spare and kind of attenuated, like he’s been spread thin by stress, with an unusually long, slender torso, long arms, and short legs. his hands & feet are a little too big for his limbs, like a stray cat used to fighting, but his touch—whether healing, hurting, or grasping in passion—is gentle, firm, and clinical.

shale is shale.

and most of them are trans.

…………… TO ME❗️

[roachliquid]

Roach Liquid's Impromptu Fantasy Anatomy Lessons: Human Claws

I've been reading a lot of monster TF lately, and boy has it got me thinking about things. Specifically, it's got me thinking about Humanoid Monster Claws.

Humans, as you no doubt know, do not have claws as such. We have what are called nails - broad, flat sheets of keratin that cover the tips of our fingers and extend somewhat beyond. You can probably tell just by looking at them that they're not made for stabbing or slicing or anything like that - in fact, the main thing they're good at is scratching itches.

So when people give their humanoid monsters claws, of course they jazz them up! We're talking 1.5-2 inches of thick, opaque, bear-like monstrosities, often tapered to a needle-like and ready to rend some flesh. You know, like these bad boys:

And... I won't argue that these don't look badass. They totally do! But I've been growing out my own normal human claws (fingernails) for a few months now, and I've learned some really fun things about how human (and animal) nails work that could really add some verisimilitude to your monster's claws, if you're into that.

I'm going to start with some comparative anatomy. First, here's a picture of human fingernails:

(Eyefive45, CC BY-SA 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0, via Wikimedia Commons)

As you can see, the nails of the human hand are wide, flat, and very thin. This is probably because the main thing we use them for is scratching itches; they aren't really for combat. But I want a cool humanoid monster with claws, so let's look at claws that are combat-ready:

(Shizhao, CC BY-SA 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0, via Wikimedia Commons)

Bears are great for comparison because, unlike many other animals (sorry, werewolves), their claws are very much built for carving things open. As you can see, a bear's claws are long and narrow from side to side, but very thick from top to bottom, tapering down to a point as they extend. They're also anchored deep within the bear's toes, rather than close to the surface, and have a notable downward curve.

So what does this do for the bear? A few things! The curvature of the claws gives them more downward power, making it easier to dig into whatever the bear is swinging at instead of glancing off. Since this action is going to put a lot of upward force on the nails, we have a very thick structure to keep them from bending or breaking, backed up by a strong anchoring point to stop them from being torn out.

They are also, however, not very pointy. While the tips are worn down enough to be flat, they are still quite broad, and only gently rounded. That's because bear claws are always extended, and their tips wear down as the bear walks - but also, because claws don't need to be sharp to rend flesh. It's the bear's raw strength that lets them do that, and let me tell you, the damage they can do with these suckers is brutal.

Does this mean your monster can't have razor-sharp claws? Nope, not at all! But while the bear's blunt claws are made for gouging, animals with tiny, needle-like claws use them for something rather different.

Here's an illustration to get us started:

(Fabian, CC BY 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0, via Wikimedia Commons)

Cats of all sizes have very sharp claws, but that's only part of the picture. Like the bear, a cat's claws are thick vertically and anchored deep in the flesh, but there are some interesting differences here. Firstly, the claws have a much stronger curve, producing a half-crescent shape that directs even more force downward. Secondly, they have an impressive range of motion, being able to grasp and release things with their claws like a human does with their fingers. And thirdly, their claws are retractable, allowing them to maintain their sharp points.

What these claws are good for is grabbing. They can certainly still do damage - cat scratches are no laughing matter - but if you've spent any time around cats, you'll know that they don't really use them as out-and-out weapons in a fight. A scratch is a warning - a brief burst of pain to let you know what you're in for if you keep messing with them. But if they want to attack you, those claws are used to drag you in to get you in range of their real weapons: the cat's formidable teeth.

So, how does this tie back to humanoid monsters? To answer that, let's recall what we've learned about all these different paws:

Bears and cats, who use their claws to attack, have strong, thick claws embedded in the flesh of their toes. Humans have wide, flat nails that bend easily and anchor only at the top of the finger.

Bears, who use their claws to slash, have rounded claw ends. Cats, who use their claws to grab, have sharp claw ends. Humans, who use their claws - er, nails - to scratch itches, have squared or rounded nail ends.

In other words, if a human tried to grow out their nails into long, scratching claws, three things would happen when they tried to use them:

1: They wouldn't do much damage. The flexibility of their nails would mean a lot of that force just goes into bending the nails, instead of into their enemies' flesh.

2: The nails could end up tearing. Human nails are pretty flexible, but bend them enough and they still risk tearing.

3: Some nails could come off altogether. They're weakly anchored, and if they're strong enough to resist flexing backwards, that upward force is gonna head right for the nail bed.

Now, in growing out my own Extra Strong Itch Scratchers, I've noticed a couple of additional things about my nails:

1: The ideal tip for them is not flat, not a point, but a semicircle. Rounding the ends protects the sides from a lot of damage, and makes the nails themselves stronger and more rigid than either a flat or tapered tip. Don't ask me how that works, I'm not a scientist.

2: The ideal length is about 3/16" long, or 5 mm. (Your nails may differ depending on their thickness.)

3: You could do some real damage with these things. Since growing them out, I've constantly had to hold myself back when scratching so I don't scratch too deep irritate the skin. You wouldn't do fatal damage, but you could manage a decent cat scratch.

So where does that leave us for humanoid monsters?

Well, it means that some interpretations are a bit more plausible, or at least verisimilitudinous, than others. It's up to you whether you care about that kind of thing; if you really want to have two-inch goth monstrosities, I'm the last person to try and stop you. But if you want to make things a little more natural, some points to consider:

Narrower, thicker claws are better for fighting, no matter how you use them. If you can't or don't want to make them narrow, shorter works too. An inch or less is a good compromise for being Big and Scary without being obviously breakable.

Sharper claws =\= deadlier claws. A truly deadly claw is long, sturdy, and has a powerful swat behind it. Pointy claws are for grabbing and anchoring - a good addition to combat, but not a main weapon - and need a dramatic curve for best results.

I didn't cover this above, but bones do not make good claws. If they did, any animal ever would use their bones for claws - but they don't. They use specialized structures, made out of a more flexible material that regrows constantly (to resist wear and tear) and has no nerve endings (to prevent pain from the inevitable claw damage). Again, you can still do bone claws if they really float your boat, but they're just not very believable.

The shape, size, and function of a claw will depend on the monster that has them. A big, hulking werewolf wouldn't "realistically" have long rending claws - but if they do, because frankly it's just cool, long and rounded is the way to go. A vampire might have flexible feet with batlike claws for hanging from closet poles - or hands with short, curved cat claws for grasping their prey while they drink its blood. (And don't worry about those claws being retractable - considering how little wear the average human's nails take, I think they'll be fine.)

Obviously, not every monster is a vampire or werewolf, so just do whatever works for their hunting/fighting style. There are lots of animals with different kinds of claws - claws for climbing, claws for grooming, claws for whatever the fuck turtles do with their claws - so you've got no shortage of material to play with.

And that's that! Your incredibly long guide post to the world of monster claws. Have fun!

[chirp-the-mouse]

This is Ixik, a D&D character of mine! Also debuting his new familiar, Quill the ermine! There was a time skip in the campaign recently so I made a new ref for them (not that I had one in the first place).

[Image description

A tall teifling with red skin and red-purple hair. He has a sort of undercut thing or the right half of his head is shaved (and grown out an inch or so), it's unclear. His hair is wavy and fluffy. His ears are pointed and nearly the length of his face, and his left ear has a golden dangly earring with a teal gemstone. His horns are only a little shorter than his ears, they extend from the front sides of his head in a sort of L shape. His face is a bit long and pointy, and he has a long nose bridge with his nose flat on the bottom. Three of his teeth are replaced with gold teeth, one being a canine that has been made to be pointy. His eyes are an orange-yellow with round black pupils and white sclera. He has a classic demon tail, long and thin, ending with a triangle point. He wears a white button down shirt with large sleeves that end with tighter cuffs at the wrist. He wears a matching vest and trousers that are a slightly purpley-brown. The vest has shiny teal buttons to match his earrings, and the pockets are lined with the same teal. He wears nice brown leather boots, they are more functional than fancy but could probably pass as business casual.

He has two poses, one flat-color full body smiling and waving at someone offscreen, and the other a cell shaded close-up bust of him holding his ermine (a ferret like creature, here it is in its winter coat, which is all white except for the black end of the tail). He smiles with his eyes closed and his teeth showing. The ermine looks up at him as he gives it scratches under its chin.

Ixik's spellcasting focus is a small book tied on a string as a necklace. It is drawn to the side as it is not visible in either drawing of them.

There is a simple drawing of Quill in her summer coat, she is brown with a white chin, belly, and inner legs. Her toes are more pink and her tail is tipped with black. Above this drawing is her name (Quill), pronouns (he/she/they/it), and species (ermine)

By Ixik's name is the aroace pride flag along with his pronouns (he/they/it), his race (tiefling), and his class (wizard/druid).

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