#shaderin

[apricior]

okay, i promise this is not me going insane and trying to cope but consider this. shade witch x erin o'neill

[cosmiado]

HELLO may i request the shade witch. or shaderin if you feel like it

is this anything. anyway old witch yuri

[ike-mcswains-mortician]

shaderin lost today boys…

but what did we gain? OAKWORTHY TRUTHERS HAVE BEEN VINDICATED!! RUNNING IN CIRCLES

i need a nap after this episode. send me to the time out room i need a minute—

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

shaderin posting!!! (after me and @ike-mcswains-mortician spent like an hour or more sobbing over them) these will not be coherent in ANY way btw ALSO me and lea came up with a name for shade witch which is Skaoi which means shadow in norse :] so I switch between the two! ALSOOO this is kind of some of the aasimars and aunties au that me and lea are cooking sooo yeah not all makes sense hehe

Do you think Shade Witch sees Erin’s face in the wood of Oakvale. No since they’re all the same, all the same bark patterns and lines which Erin always complained about. Skaoi could trace the trees wood in her sleep after she spent days tracing it, trying to engrave it in her memory. After days of her not hearing from Erin at the end of the world, the world was red and it cast blood red light on the trees and Skaoi’s hands and face. The same blood red of the flesh tomb she found Erin in, the same red of Erin’s blood that dripped onto the ground.

The sun finally lights up the sky, no longer dousing Skaoi in blood red, washing away her hands and face of the blood red, basking her in bright light. Her business was booming again and everything was well, the trees were still the same as ever but she could now see new trees in the horizon. All she could say when she met Erin was ‘Woah’ and now that’s all she could say looking up at the sky, blue instead of red and clouds speckling the sky like snow.

Erin sits in heaven, her witch hat dipped over her eyes, protecting her from the sun and so nobody could see her tears. ‘Woah’ she heard Shade Witch say, and she smiled.

Update: i think @apricior came up with this ship! so sorry for tagging you on this weird ramble btwww

[ike-mcswains-mortician]

shaking a little tin can of coins… shaderin votes…. spare shaderin votes ma’am…..

(i will take sketch requests if u send proof of shaderin vote 2 me !!!!!)

[butchgrantcurly]

shaderin is so funny to me i love this fandoms appreciation of old lesbians who have never interacted in canon

[officialleehadan]

Daughters Returned

Tilsie, Mila was pleased to note, didn’t let go of his hand as they walked down off the ship. Shaddra stayed close at her sister’s side. She was still nervous, reasonably so, from her adventures, and didn’t like to be too far out of reach.

Tilsie’s childhood home was a grand, flying Keep. It was, to Mila’s generally disinterested eye, decorated fashionably. There were all the usual antiques and antiquities of Empire Nobility. Most of them were things that, when they were originally bought, relatively cheap. Age, of course, made anything valuable, which he knew better than most.

“I thought your parents would meet us at the hanger,” he said, since that was honestly the most surprising thing about the Keep so far. He knew that some parents were distant to their children, but he had thought that the return of their runaway daughter, with the other daughter they thought dead, would be a cause for celebration. “Where are they?”

“I didn’t tell them we were flying in,” Tilsie said, slightly shamefaced, but confident in herself in a way she hadn’t been when they first met. “They’re going to fuss and carry on. There will probably be some shouting about impropriety.”

“…not tears of joy about their returned children?”

If Tilsie’s parents didn’t value their daughters, Mila would gladly carry off both of the Ladies Do Grezden himself. Dragons took families seriously. His mate and her sister were Treasures he would not happily part with anyway. Taking the from people who didn’t value them was, in a certain way, deeply satisfying.

He might have to ask if he could steal them anyway.

“There will be some of those too,” Shaddra said. Although still pale and thin from her time in Underhill, she held herself proudly. Mila doubted anyone would look closely enough to see the way her hands shook when she took them out of her pockets. “They’re good people, just… a little empty-headed.”

“So was I, when we started all this,” Tilsie pointed out when Mila growled a little. That, he had to admit, was true enough. She was smart, and educated, but those didn’t necessarily mean good sense. Fortunately, Tilsie was a quick study. “Besides, I’m not staying here, so we won’t see much of them.”

That part, at least, they did talk about. Once Shaddra went to bed, Tilsie came down to Mila’s lair-bed in the Hold and let him curl up around her in a big pile of blankets and scales. It took some arguing and some negotiation to figure out their next steps, but Tilsie had been very clear about her desire to stay on the ship with him.

Everything else could be figured out later. The important pieces were in place.

Tilsie’s parents, she had explained, were Lord Baron Mizaren Do Grezden and Baroness Ankha Do Grezden. Together, they ruled a small star system, and the Lord Baron sat the House of Lords.

Not that Mila was terribly impressed by all that, but dragons were rarely impressed by human ranks. He broke shell on Old Earth. He wasn’t especially worried about making a good impression. That said, they were the parents of his mate and her sister. It wouldn’t do to upset them overly.

Maybe he should have changed into something resembling formal-wear. His worn canvas pants and loose shirt probably weren’t appropriate for meeting nobility.

Maybe he should just wear his scales. Nobody ever told a dragon their scales were inappropriate.

“You’re overthinking this,” Tilsie told him, which meant that either he was growling again, or he had spoken aloud. “They’re going to be very grateful that you brought us back safe and sound.”

“How are they going to feel about the fact that you’re planning to leave with me?” He hoped she was still planning to leave with him, anyway. He didn’t really understand the lure of home, having never particularly had one of his own. All the same, he wouldn’t force her to leave hers, if she wanted to stay. “If our plans haven’t changed.”

“They haven’t changed,” Tilsie assured him. Unlike him, she was clothed in the finery she had hidden away in the bottom of her bags. She glittered in silver-gold, almost a match for his scale, which she wore openly at her throat. “And Shaddra might be coming with us.”

“I don’t feel safe here anymore,” Shaddra admitted shyly to Mila, who wasn’t surprised, but did purr at his mate’s sister. She was, of course, welcome. They came to a large set of doors, manned by a pair of surprised footmen who looked over the Ladies do Grezden with some shock. They had, after all, been missing for quite a while. “Here we are. Mother and Father always take sherry in the library before dinner. Open the doors, please, Colby. Do they have company?”

“No, Lady Shaddra,” one of the footmen stammered. He pushed the door open with a professionalism that looked like it was mostly muscle memory. “Welcome home, Lady Shaddra! We thought- we feared the worst.”

“Thank you, Colby,” Shaddra told him and gave Tilsie a shaky smile before they stepped through the doors together, with Mila just behind them. He would have liked to go first, but that instinct was one he could ignore reasonably well. “Mother? Father?”

There was a sound of shattering porcelain before Mila entered the room, and he bit his own tongue rather than let the fire show behind his teeth. The sound turned out to be a broken teacup, shattered on the floor when it slipped from Tilsie’s mother’s nerveless hand. Almost before it hit the floor, the Baroness was out of her chair and had flung her arms around both her daughters Behind her, their father was halfway out of his chair, and seemed just as stunned as his wife.

Not surprising, considering he thought one daughter missing, and the other dead.

He didn’t join the huddle, but he looked like he wanted to. Lord Baron Do Grezden was a man who had turned a small fortune into a large one. Although many of his peers outranked him, his word was well-heeded, and he was known for being fair-minded, for a noble.

He and his wife had been somewhat absent from their daughters’ lives, preferring to leave their care to nannies, but by their joy at the sight of their girls, Mila could see that they did love their children. That reassured him somewhat. If they had been cruel to Tilsie or Shaddra, Mila might have had to do something drastic, like shifting into his scaly form in their library.

“They told us you were dead,” Baroness Do Grezden was saying into her younger daughter’s hair between kisses pressed to each of their faces. “They said they had kidnapped you, but then they refused us proof of life. How in the world did you make it home?”

At that, Tilsie pulled away, and reached for Mila’s hand. He twined his fingers with hers and did his best to look mostly human.

“This is Mila,” she introduced him to her parents, just a little shy, but determined. “He agreed to help me find Shaddra, and has been… been the most steadfast companion I could have ever dreamed of.”

Forget looking human. Mila was trying not to purr. His Treasure, his mate, thought he was a good companion. It might sound like faint praise, but Mail knew how she meant it. Could feel how much moreshe meant by it, and was flattered right down to the tip of his unseen tail.

“Greetings,” he said around his overwhelming smugness, and smiled, somehow without showing too much tooth. “I am glad to meet the family of Tilsie and Shaddra. They speak highly of you both.”

Humans liked flattery, right? He wasn’t very good at it, but for Tilsie, he would try.

“You brought our girls back to us?” Baroness Do Grezden asked, somewhat shaky and tear-stained. “You kept Tillestra safe, and rescued Shaderine?”

It was strange to hear their full names, but Mila supposed he didn’t use his own full name very often either. “Couldn’t do anything else, Baroness. Not after… well after everything.”

“Please sit,” Baron Do Grezden said when he finally managed to rally to the shock of his daughters’ reappearance. “And tell us everything.”

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[444names]

french and american forenames + roman deities

Adecuna Adrigie Alasha Alberac Albernus Alexandony Alfrah Alindan Altomangen Alvie Amenemone Anclip Andillia Anina Anisti Annifely Annique Anpicord Aputa Aputina Aquelic Arcurtimmy Arleiolaus Arodi Atheric Audebondy Aulton Aurierie Aurna Bellend Bernoniste Berry Bestyl Betanie Bettemyria Bitus Bleenue Bobbille Boniquele Brapotin Brente Breste Brikene Brine Brinina Brisona Bristine Britia Broliquis Broya Bruda Bubrick Camélie Candsan Caran Carce Caredre Cargie Carie Carovia Catas Catsy Cattert Chald Chanie Chence Chold Chrin Chèle Clace Clacold Clacquel Claculine Clance Clangine Clanick Clanny Clanone Clark Cliney Cloris Clyne Clémen Clémine Colaumna Cones Conice Conne Corence Coria Cranny Crany Cyberrea Cécistabie Célina Dallaud Dancessald Danda Danisilyn Danna Danpas Darre Dawna Dealey Dearice Debonie Dellyn Delmel Demic Dempe Dence Denrian Desand Detchen Devalen Dianni Distas Disyl Ditharcel Dixis Doniève Dorance Dovis Dwaymon Eddin Ederis Edorgillie Eidarilean Elaier Elieluce Elline Ellitin Elydenne Emenien Emorette Enniel Eramades Erenelarek Ergith Essida Esterte Eulcara Eveliene Evolynny Fabitascol Faianus Faiernus Fainuelley Faitamike Fannor Fanus Faudia Faurne Fermes Fertria Flodina Flore Fonnie Forance Foretty Forie Frace Fracell Fradelle Frayleance Frethel Frinaludel Frélin Fulca Ganie Gelle Gelsande Gendy Geonna Gerna Gestamel Gharce Ginusse Gredia Guanna Guete Gwendy Gwenetta Heill Helis Hellian Henne Hennicie Heregan Herle Herna Heros Herry Homnus Hophaly Huadys Hérèse Indalla Ineth Inetharany Istie Jacque Jacquel Jamerter Jamestine Jamulcarry Jandes Jando Jarce Jeane Jearis Jenrin Jenry Jerbonvene Jerolilia Jerti Jesla Jesle Jimon Joandarry Jodon Joelie Jones Jonie Jorshlor Joscodita Josean Josey Josiene Judona Julacia Julah Julieste Jundraluca Jusiette Juvera Jéracorgan Kardo Karlette Kathylenny Katra Katte Kaytoph Kendy Keves Kimuturene Krichèle Kriellicha Krilinez Landa Lanpie Larcus Larenée Laudia Lavianne Lavina Lawna Leordo Lethathe Liapris Liely Lieviris Lilvina Linalette Linus Livirl Loditimmi Lores Louirette Lucamernie Lucine Ludil Ludres Lulcary Lummard Luzacy Mamene Manieulie Manne Manny Mardeornet Maretth Marina Marla Marle Marley Marnors Maronia Marryssa Marvertus Marys Matamel Matrie Matter Meddine Meder Melie Mende Menton Merain Mestia Michlen Milentona Miney Minie Minuadon Molan Monis Murone Mutarc Myroldie Nemick Nièle Obies Oceclisla Orette Ornicil Orshaël Pasmile Patherrew Pathililla Patria Patta Paudie Paulipperi Paurista Paurn Paxien Peatoine Peght Pessaye Petamaris Pharis Phaël Phirl Phrie Pictodia Potte Prona Quelluna Rafay Raina Ralexandor Raliern Ranfreidia Ranlusann Rayleene Redona Remes Renet Rethermane Retterry Rinette Risie Robbie Roberon Rodith Rolaine Rolliandia Ronnia Rosey Rovien Rudystes Ryanmade Régie Régistas Régitas Rélie Sabilla Sadystyrie Saleann Sande Sandre Sanie Sanlores Sannadona Saricen Sarlororus Selle Semene Shaderine Shaléroy Shanpie Sharoth Sharri Sheraylla Shine Shlorbon Sicki Silyne Solonia Sores Sperrya Stere Stina Stine Stéphan Séveran Tabillyn Tamayn Tamine Tandseph Teras Testine Thannetted Thine Tichrio Timbeula Trian Trick Trine Trinett Trinès Triste Trubony Vandor Vereen Verin Verinus Veryssam Vianna Vidia Vidondy Virendia Virgethy Volinuste Waden Waltuni Waluz Waylas Wenrie Whina Willorne Xanny Yadearoyce Yancargina Yolarna Yvelle Yvetteveil Yvola Yvonio Yvord Yvorgaël Élitan

[apricior]

i think dndads s2 good ending is that the shade witch and erin o'neil kill willy stampler with the power of being lesbian witches

[ike-mcswains-mortician]

no better way to discover you forgot to take off your mascara than to spontaneously burst into tears over crackship brainrot

[ike-mcswains-mortician]

so sorry for all the asks however.

i thought about shaderin for the first time in like. a couple months. and now i have to draw them (it will be more dramatic than it needs to be for a crackship but shshdhsh)

SHADERINNNNNNNNNN OUGHHHHH

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

anyways on a lighter note- There Beneath is Shaderin to me :D

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

i think i was possessed with lea’s ghost or something but i woke up and found this/hj

it’s not loading how i want it but shdhjdjd we persevere for the sapphics <33 Ignore the fact that the sunset is a random ass image from google shshshsh

ok so @apricior said shade witch and erin o’niel are dating in these tags and it’s actually making me lose my mind cause like…

erin would have told shade witch all about the sun right? she would have talked all about the sun and how beautiful it is and how it’s so so important to her and her kids. and the shade witch believed erin completely and was so glad she got to experience the sun even though it’s been so long since shade witch saw it herself. and god now i’m getting emotional thinking about how, when she saw the sunlight after all this time, all she could say was “woah.” as in woah, erin wasn’t kidding. it IS beautiful. just like she is.

and also the fact that erin wasn’t there to see the sun return to its rightful place. it was stolen from her and share witch has no idea. but when she sees that sun she’s seeing the last piece of erin. in a way.

yeah…

anyway kai you’re wrong cause erin’s actually dating ME <3

[ike-mcswains-mortician]

i thought i was mostly over my insane oakworthy brainrot but a friend just asked me what i imagine an oakworthy first kiss would be like and my eyes rolled back in my head and i sent a whole essay. so clearly ive just repressed the voices and tonight it ALL decides to come flooding back

[ike-mcswains-mortician]

rough sketch but, proudly presenting…

AASIMARS AND AUNTIES!! aka @thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls and me desperately clinging to dndads with our trembling hands and offering this season 3 pitch/au/thing! uhh we haven’t figured out what this is exactly lol BUT!!! i am actually losing my mind over this <3

BASICALLY! aasimars & aunties (edit: which i believe @koymoa came up with! please lmk if you don’t want me using your idea!!) takes place in HEAVEN after willy fucked it up and now these aunts have to FIX IT!!!

starring: casey wilson, ellory, birdie oak (who’s just there for fun she’s not dead. glares at anthony), erin o’niel because i said so, and mark likely!!!

ok i did the thing can the brainrot PLEASE let me sleep /j

[ike-mcswains-mortician]

Could I mayhaps get a paeden or Erin drawing

hell yeah! how about both?

[VOTE SHADERIN FOR A SKETCH]