#stupid blue bard

[xx-hail2theking-xx]

...question, isn't that a conceivable task? maybe not an easy one, but, pyromancy?

they want 2 make a cake.

[avalost]

Update after half an hour of progress, before I have to start work. ugh. I can now confirm that this was an enlightened decision, and will add like 5 extra hours to this drawing

Me drawing my durge: hell yeah, almost done with the b&w drawing! Now I just have to draw what she's sitting on! What should she sit on? She's in the Underdark. Rock? Mushrooms?

the depraved voice in my head: pile of bones. PILE OF BONES

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 93

Geralt yelled at him, that's fine. Jaskier was just trying to cheer him up, but it's still fine. They're on top of a fucking mountain, but it's fine. Jaskier never even wanted to come to this mountain, but it's fine. Geralt never liked him, but it's fine. It's fine. It's fine. Geralt said that to never see him again would be a blessing. It's fine.

Jaskier goes to get his stuff from Roach, only for her to start freaking out as he approaches. Jaskier futilely tries to calm her down for far too long, before she neighs, looking behind him. He spins around and sees a stomping, still-pissed Geralt.

"Oh, Geralt! Thank gods, something is wrong with Roach, I'm worried about h-"

But Geralt walks straight through him, and pats Roach's muzzle.

"What is it, Girl?"

Jaskier blinks in shock, turning to look at them. He watches as Geralt goes through their bags and seems to relax at the sight of them, stuffed full of all of Jaskier's bullshit. Perhaps he wants to sell all remainders of Jaskier, thinking Jaskier too dumb to bring his things with him, wherever he went. Maybe it wasn't relief at all, maybe it was defeat, as he stares at new duties, as he has to go chase after the stupid bard he despises to bring him back his things because no matter what, Geralt has a heart of gold.

Geralt makes camp, right there and then, and sits down to meditate.

Jaskier decides that if Geralt can't see him, he might as well get his fill of Geralt. He sits right in front of him, and stares at his face, semi-relaxed in a semi-peaceful meditation. He's still tense, as if waiting for something, or expecting the worse. Maybe he's worried Jaskier will come back.

"It's alright, Darling. I won't be there to bother you any more, it seems."

Jaskier makes sure to tell him, even though Geralt doesn't react. Roach has calmed since Geralt arrived, but still eyes him wearily. At least Roach can see him, he supposes.

Jaskier observes as Geralt stays at that same camp for another three days. Geralt either meditates, cares for roach, or wanders off into the wilderness at seemingly random times. He either stays away for two minutes, or nine hours at a time. Jaskier stays with Roach, worried about her without either of them. He knows she can handle herself, but he still worried. Same with Geralt. But it was nice being seen, sometimes. So he stays with Roach.

Geralt comes back, hurriedly packs up camp, leaps onto Roach, and rides like a bat out of hell. Jaskier unfortunately cannot fly or float or even hover. So he has to run after them. And even though Geralt can't see or touch him, Jaskier can still feel his lungs burn when he runs for too long.

Jaskier eventually catches up with them at a town at the bottom of the mountain. Geralt is searching for something, it's obvious. Perhaps a job? Yennefer, somehow? A beast?

"Brown hair, blue eyes, dressed in bright colors?"

Geralt is looking for him.

Jaskier gets excited for a moment, before remembering Geralt still has his things. He probably just wanted to drop his things off and leave him again.

"I haven't seen a man like that." "He- He… He looks sad. He was crying."

Geralt brings up this detail as if it pains him to even speak of it. Jaskier is confused about this, as it was technically Geralt's fault Jaskier ended up crying at all.

"I haven't seen him." "If you do, tell me. Please."

And Geralt moves to ask the same exact questions to the very next person in view.

Jaskier watches as he asks every single person in town, getting more and more desperate. By the end of the night, Geralt sits in an inn room with a large single bed, hugging a lute, as his eyes tear up.

Jaskier sits beside him, assures him he's fine, pleads with Geralt to not mess with the delicate lute, and demands he get happy and stop this frankly heart-wrenching display.

Jaskier tries moving items, tries clapping his hands, tries punching people, tries screaming his head off, but nobody notices him. Except Roach. And a barncat that ran away once it caught sight of Geralt in the distance. Great.

Jaskier can only silently observe as Geralt grieves Jaskier, hopes for him to return, prays that he's safe even though he left his lute , hums his songs under his breath before shaking his head and sighing, whispers "Please forgive me" to empty air. Jaskier has. Jaskier forgave him long ago at this point.

Jaskier's had enough. Jaskier's been annoying and loud his entire life. Surely he can make enough of a fuss to get the animals around Geralt to act up enough for Geralt to know something's up. He starts cooing at Roach and luring her in odd directions with the same promises he made before it all went to shit. Geralt knows something is wrong, but suspects it's with Roach, and not the environment around her. That is, until Geralt is in the middle of a hunt, and suddenly the creature he's there to kill can NOT focus on him, and instead keeps following some invisible being as they race back and forth across the clearing.

[mahiiimahiiii]

office hours

a/n: rizzard in his happily married middle aged glory, God dropped this plot in my head. finally posted, sorry for all the teasing. '

Cw: fear of voyeurism (and kind of like threatening it??), named tav, dw the door is locked, off-hours fantasy, gale is a bit chunkier, rizzard in his middle aged glory, notes on tav still looking young, (not similar life spans), lunch, notes on tav being a brown person, worship, uncomfortable (yet satiating) sex, sloppy as hell sex, breeding, notes of pain from cervix, squirting, ear play, vers gale, spit for lube (and the soreness that ensues), gale wears glasses, he also wears sock garters, I have a vision ok…….., whispering & dirty talk.

(Tav is a teifling with brown skin and some vitiligo pigmentation, she has curly hair that forms a little halo around her head, bangs with side pieces that fall longer than her typical length of hair. She is a bard!)

read here, or under the cut!

The halls of Blackstaff were magnificent as always, perfectly so. Decorated with filigree and the faint shimmer of enchantment. The halls were harder to navigate, ever turning, and ever changing.

This made delivering lunch weekly on your day off mostly difficult. Your husband, the wonderous gale of Waterdeep- or perhaps now, just professor Dekarios. he had said ‘just will the path into existence’, which you earnestly thought was stupid.

You had always been practical with magic, being a bard helps with that. But you stressed slightly, how many hours, perhaps minutes did he have left to eat and relax. And how many minutes would you have left for chores, and dinner prep.

Busy, busy, busy. Never a dull moment.

A sigh of relief left your mouth as you found his lecture door, his soothing voice echoing out in waves from the crack. Still in lecture! You gingerly slipped through the door, careful not to let the hinges creak behind you. Chalk tapped against the chalkboard as he sipped gently at a mug of tea and cleared his throat continuing with his speech. His hair was thrown back into a loose half up and down messy bun, staticky hair poking and prodding out like new spring buds. He wore a new suit vest, a stripped pattern with an argyle tie, and a light blue button down, paired with the same-colored magenta slacks. His tie pin was one of a crescent moon, (he had been on a theming kick recently). Today was on magic in other areas, written on the board were a

couple pooled questions by the students. Does music automatically equal magic? How do paladin oaths work? Is It possible for magic to be innate?

He finished off his mug tapping at pages to read on the board, waving off the students and their cloaks that looked way too large for them. A stream of bobbing heads, ears and horns followed out the door. You had to maneuver around the groups of students, slowly moving their way out, a few stragglers lounging around the professor’s desk.

“I hope I’m not too late- “you approach him, setting the tin of food wrapped in a handkerchief onto his desk.

He beamed when he laid eyes on you, cheeks flushed a rosy hue. “you’re right on time, I’ll see you in the office, I just need to help a student with a spell pronunciation- then I’ll be with you.” He caught a finger under your chin, kissing your brow. His breath smelt of an earthy green tea, sweetened with honey, and the zeal of lemon juice that followed. He turned his back to you, helping the student to write it out phonetically. You heard his bright praise as the thick office door closed behind you.

The office- you remembered dearly, you helped assemble. A room with high ceilings, decorated with diagrams of spells and sheet music. One wall was clad with photos of his family, a portrait of both of you front and center. Small linocuts of your companions sat on a bookshelf nearby, as well as tomes discussing your previous acts, which he so proudly showed off. He had asked for a new cupboard to house all sorts of dried teas, which he unhinged the doors of and installed onto the walls, framing them with delicate laces. It mirrored a little alchemical shop. The walls were a cozy and warm purple with white and brown accents. He had a little hearth and big windows facing the bay, a window ajar, the new tressym kitten may have gone out exploring. Tara the second, Gale called her.

The door creaked open as you admired the wall of portraits, you jumped within your shoes, tail swishing in a slight panic.

“I’m sorry little love, have I frightened you?” he kissed your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist and swaying gently. His lips found their way up to the shell of your ear, nipping it gently. He spun you around, taking in your new sundress, yellow with pops of white blooms, a pair of lacy socks and brown kitten heels to match.

“You look positively divine- are you sure there wasn’t other intentions behind this?” he cocked a brow, the settled in features of his face creasing with mirth.

You’ll be completely honest with your feelings, jobs, children, life in general has led you two apart. Intimately it seems-

This you had no problems with, as gale had all the love in the world for you. He made sure to show his affections readily and often- with you in turn.

To this- you sheepishly nodded, tucking a curl behind your ear. “Perhaps there was motive… if you’ll oblige me of course.”

Something new swirled into his eyes, a fiery spark of desire. He cracked a grin turning heel to the door. “Shame lunch will be spoiled then; I do have an appetite for something else in mind. And I wouldn’t be a smart man to waste an opportunity like this.” With a quick flit of his fingers a secure spell of arcane lock was cast. His lashes dropped in amusement, striding over and draping himself over a dark velvet fainting couch near the small hearth of the room.

You bent down, unlacing the leather straps around your ankles and stepping out of the heels, setting them down beside his desk. He mirrored you, taking off his tanned loafers and crystalline spectacles.

“You look rather dashing today, I had meant to tell you before you left for work.” You glided over to him, tail wagging as he made space for you to settle into his lap. You clambered over him, your limbs not as refined and delicate in their actions as they once were. You settled into his lap, conscious of the warm throb in his pants. You quirked a brow, as he ground up against you his hands cupping and fondling your ass.

“Already my love?”

“Already…” his words were feather light, a wonky smile plastered on his place. “I am always ready for you.”

You bent over cupping his chin, thumbs and fingers running over the rim of his ears. He groaned gently into your mouth, his lashes fluttering. His hands wove into your hair pulling you close, one leg bouncing against the floor. You hummed, rocking your hips in time with him, the sensation felt delicious on your neglected clit. You ran your tongue against his lip, he bucked his hips in response- mouth falling open sightly. You ran a hand through his messy hair gripping the base of his waves eliciting a whine from his lips. You connected panting mouths again, warm groans spilling into your mouth as you found a rhythm of pressure. His hands settled and gripped your thighs, pressing your warmth onto him for stimulation. You ran a tongue along the indents of his teeth and the ridges of his mouth, the kiss became sloppy as you gently sucked on his tongue.  He broke away, hands shuffling to unbuckle his taught pants. He paused, watching you remove the flowing dress revealing the lacy blue set of underwear, completed with pink ribbons near the ruffles.

He sighed, shoving down his pants and taking off his sweater. He bemusedly slowed down catching your eyes as he slowly undid his button-down shirt.

A whine caught in your throat, crawling towards him- shuffling his hands away to undo his buttons. Once partially removed your ran a hair through the swirling patterns of hair on his chest.  You fit yourself into his neck, kissing the shell of his ears, nibbling and biting at his lobe. He shuddered, his hands going back to busying themselves to filling with your form. You kissed down his chest biting at him with your sharpened teeth, he squirmed under your touch- his hand gripped the back of your curls.

You glanced up catching his eyes, he nodded. You unlaced his boxers which crackled at your touch, tugging them off his legs and tossing them somewhere. You exhaled, tail thumping against the cushions in slight excitement. Gale pursed his lips and averted his eyes, pink warming his already rosy cheeks. You kissed down the happy trail that lined his soft stomach, inhaling the scent of him contained by his skin. Rose water, oak, pine and musk, he smelt wonderfully fresh.

He was slightly self-conscious of this newer version of him, a body softened by age like a ripe peach. You thought it fitting- the softness of course- he aged well. You cupped his sides, squeezing them gently. “Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?” you ask softly.

“Many times-why do you ask?” he quirked a brow.

You shrug, lifting his thighs around your hips, giving them a firm squeeze again. “Thought I’d remind you.” You mold to his body, thighs rubbing together adding pressure to his already neglected member. Your lips mark their place down his neck, staining his skin a soft pink from your lip balm.  You made your way down again, making sure your lips marked every surface of his skin. His hips strained for movement but found none to meet it.

You marred his inner thigh with bite patterns, his skin breaking into patterns of pink and red. Your tongue ran its way up his perineum sending flames to his stomach, a squeeze to his heavy sack had him tensing beneath you.

Your nose buried in his happy trail once more- you let out a contented sigh.

His hips bucked slightly his cock tapping your chin. “My dear- be kind please- “

You grinned “gale, I don’t intend to be kind- perhaps I’m trying to enable your behavior for later.”

He let out a strained moan, his lids scrunching shut. “God id like that so much- please- “

“Like what now gale?” you teased pinching the head of his pink cock, rolling the skin up and down.

His hips strained again, a low hiss through his teeth. “Gods, you know- I don’t want to spell it out, hells.”

You stopped your slow steady strokes to kitten lick the head of his member, his fists began to clench and unclench. “I’d like to hear what you’d like, professor Dekarios. Lecture me- if you will.”

He swore under his breath one open, “you-!” his chest heaved, trying to buck his hips up from under your heavy hand. “Fuck- fine- I want to be in you- I want you to bloat with my seed. Gods-! Want everyone to know your mine- so help me- going to fuck you over my desk-.” His breathing was labored, his thighs clenching under you. His eyes went wide as he covered his mouth, poor gale was surprised by even his own vulgarity.

“you’d like to try for another child Mr. Dekarios?” you squeezed his balls sucking gently on his inner thigh.

“By the weave-! Yes-!” he sounded exasperated, his lip quivering.

“Very well, you’ve been good. I suppose you’ve earned your treat” you lowered your mouth onto him, a groan rolling through his throat. You dragged your tongue against his skin, the salt refreshing to your taste. You found the small spot on his head and rolled your tongue against it. His hands shoved down your head, burying your head into the patch of curls framing his cock. He shuffled his hands moving to your horns squeezing and fondling the base ridges. Your moan reverberated around him, he lifted his hips, the garters that held his socks squeezing the meat of his thighs.

You tapped his hip, the wizard’s grip loosening from your roots. The air around you smelt like him, you sputtered a little coming up for air. His face was flush, lips gently parted in gasps for air, curls clinging to the sides of his face. Gale’s eyes, taken over by the darkness of his pupils, held only desire and need.

You cupped his ass, a growing grin on your face as your lips found his length again. He rolled his hips up, thighs snapping like a steel trap around your head. Youd hope that perhaps you’d die this way, buried in your lovers’ thighs. A heel to your back cuts off some oxygen making your head spin. You glance up at him, his eyes pressed shut in focus. You hollowed out your cheeks, taking him further into your mouth, feeling the muscle in his thighs tense at the sensation.

“li’ia- “he gasped “my darling- I’m certainly close- I’d feel bad if you didn’t have your fun as well.”

You let out a muffled acknowledgement.

His legs loosened around you, his hand gently rubbing at the sore part of your scalp. Your lips leave with a soft pop, lip balm well and truly smeared against his skin. He hissed at the cold, maneuvering around you to stand up.

“Desk.” His voice slightly roughed as he commanded. He followed you, catching small kisses on the back of your spine. He sighed happily as you bent over the desk, almost like a planned muscle memory. Gale’s knees popped as he knelt, tugging down the delicate lace of your underwear. He maneuvered to rest in the space between your hips and the desk. The professor tapped a leg to push up on the desk, giving access for him to be nestled into the wetness of your cunt. His tongue lapped a stripe between your folds, he shifted one hand on your thigh the other groping needily at his cock. You watched him work, hand steadying yourself on his desk. A framed page of your journal that you gave him of the two of you rocked gently against the desk.

Gale hummed, his lips buzzing around your clit, nipping at the bud carefully. His tongue dipped inside of you, laying it flat against your core to rock at an easy pace. He nipped the inside of your thigh, signaling his contentment. you lifted your leg out of its slowly cramping position, setting it on the floor. The wizard made his way up your body, hands squeezing and fondling anything it could touch, his lips placing gentle kisses up your stomach.

“Come- sit upon your bone throne.” He chuckled at his own bad joke, sharing a cheeky grin with you. You tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Someone with a lovely pair of thighs must sit for that feat to be achievable.” You pressed against him; his member throbbed in the small amount of space between your stomachs. The pads of his fingers trailed over your skin as he walked past. Seating himself with legs spread for better access to him.

You settled on his thighs, spitting a couple of times into the palm of your hand. The mixture of slick and spit in your palm coated his twitching member, running and cupping your hand against his length, he let out a low warble. Carefully, and as delicately as you possibly can manage, you lifted your hips and guided his tip to your awaiting entrance. He held his gaze in your eyes, both of his hands supporting your hips.

You lowered.

A brilliant flare of fireworks went off inside your head, the heavens parted for some foggy clarity of how neglected you were. Your walls stung and clenched protectively at the stretch; gales hips quickly snapped upwards out of reflex adding to the tinge of pain at your core.

You held a hand on his chest and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, “hurts- hurts.” Your tail strained behind you, every part of your muscles tensing.

“Come here- “he wrapped an arm around you, sheltering you with his arms, your nose found the notch in his neck and pressed small weepy kisses into it. His thighs flexed under you, impatient, but concerned at the hurt that he may have caused. He kissed the crown of your head, rubbing at your back in slow motions. “Let me remove this off of you” he whispered; words filled with reverence. You rocked your hips back, a pressure shifting to nestle itself under your bladder and against your cervix. Gale hooked his thumbs underneath the hemline of your cotton bralette.

“I like these- where did you get them? Lovely color too, suits such pretty brown skin. Then again, my star, you look delicious in any color.”

“I do find that reds make me look too red though.”  She hummed thoughtfully, “in Mephistopheles, it is better to wear blue. Within infernal societies we tend to note our heritage by the color of our skin. I often get mistaken for a teifling from Avernus if I wear red.”

“Blue doesn’t look as lively on your pretty face.”

“Oh shush. The recommendation was from a lovely spawn, who recently moved to the underdark.”

“He didn’t move until now? It’s been ten years!”

“He had to convince his partner, my love. Halsin doesn’t want to live without sun so easily. He sent me an assortment of things, new fabrics he said.”

“Perhaps I have let him in too much on my fashion tastes. Never again will I gossip with Astarion.”

“A wise decision, that one.” You chuckled.

He tentatively rolled his hips as a retort, hands finding the swell of your breasts. His head nestled in the crest of your chest, hands cupping your chest, fingers nimbly pinching your nipples. Your thighs tensed again, another, but thankfully smaller ping of pain emanating through your lower abs. “Would this be more preferable?” the pads of his fingers brushed against your throbbing clit, sending little electric sparks to your toes. Your exhale told him all he needed. He curled an arm around your waist, throbbing inside in tandem of your clenching walls. He pinched and massaged the mound, your tail beginning to wag. Your core warmed to him, the stretch and pain completely vanishing. He slowly rocked his hips, a hand cupping your ass,

reclining against his chair, his eyes all but rolling into the back of his head. “Gods…” he whispered. “Oh, how I long for you… oh how much I wanted this.” Words burbled from his lips, slightly incoherent. “Gods, if any of my colleges caught me like this- I would be fired for sure-! Oh, but they would truly witness what a goddess looked like.”

“I can’t grant you powers gale.” You chided, though secretly flattered. “I would gladly worship you instead of Mystra…my devotion- its eternally, irrevocably- only yours. God if they could watch, only to witness your own glory.”

“it’s a good thing I offer my light to you, beloved.”

“Oh, it’s such a good thing indeed. A little part of me wants to show those who would witness us what it looks to worship- what it means to be- utterly devoted.”

“My dearest gale- you are babbling nonsense; may Cyril bless you with the wit and constitution to say something meaningful.” You tease, adding a playful roll of the hip.

He rolls his eyes, aiding the lift of your hips up and down his length. “With you I forget myself, we are a one connected entity. You are my lifeblood.”

“You say such sweet things” you capture his chapped lips in a kiss, the rolls of your hips and the slick pooling at the cleave of his ass wrecking an echoed cacophony in the padded room. He pants into your open mouth, his hips pacing varying from quick snaps to slow languid thrusts into your warm and waiting walls.  The wizards’ fingers rubbed against your clit in circles, pressing the rest of his fingers into your lower abdomen to stabilize his wrist.  His fingers buzzed with a slight enchantment that he rasped into your mouth in-between nibbles and kisses.

You kissed his crows’ feet that crinkled around his eyes, the furrows of his brow from focus, and the mismatched dimples in his cheeks. The curl that settled itself in the middle of his forehead bobbed gently.

“Do you want me to-?” he stammered, biting down on his lip. He was close, his hips jumping at the chance to be fully sheathed inside of you. “I wanted to- if you’d like- I know we’re getting older, but I don’t think just a cat- would be my desire... to propagate- “he continued to babble. “My mother would- greatly appreciate, a child- from her only son.”

“She isn’t satisfied with a cat?” you pretend to be against between hearty sighs.

He bit his lip again, his eyes closing, overstimulated by the sensation of how tight you were around him. You braced his shoulders for better leverage, his head hit the back of the chair, gasping out for release. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, bumping your hips into his vibrating fingers.

“Hells- yes- id love that- Gale I’d love to be a parent with you. There is nothing that would make me happier- “he cut you off, shoving your hips into him, fully sheathed he could finally combust within you. His lips found yours for a feverish kiss, wrapping his arms around you. You ran white hot in your core, a series of fire rockets blasting off in your loins, sending dizzying signals into your head. It was like he cast cloud of mist into your head. He rocked his hips a couple of times, your walks milking him of cum. Ropes of cum spent directly into your awaiting womb. Another flash of heat, you felt a deep pressure release onto his hips below.

You press your foreheads together, exhaustion seeping into your bones.

“Can you take the day off- “you murmur into his skin, a soft sinking feeling inside of you as he went soft. His seed within you dripped out and mixed with the rest of the liquids pooled in the seat.

He snuggled himself into your shoulder, watching your tail wag idly. He finally sighs, “I have classes in thirty minutes or less…but! You are welcome to stay in my office until you feel better.” He chuckled softly “earnestly, I’m not entirely sure I want to get up. My hips hurt.”

“You poor thing…” you kissed the crown of his head, scratching small circles into the back of his head. “Let’s get you cleaned up then- I’m certain we made a destructive mess.”

“No mess can withstand the realms of magic.” He puffed his chest out with pride.

You glared at him slightly, though you gave in and finally patted his cheek. “Fine, do your magic.”

He pumped the air summoning things to help clean up. With you, he took the utmost care.

[dungeon-meshi-tournament]

Of course asking people which monster they find more fuckable is a good way to get them to say funny things, so I got a lot of funny comments on the Most Fuckable Monster in the Dungeon Tournament. So as usual, I compiled a list of the ones I liked best, ordered by the poll they were commented on. Enjoy!

Barometz vs Dryad (round 1 part 1)

dryad boobs in my mouth please please please you're nothing

Man-eating plant vs Mandrake (round 1 part 1)

getting my dick digested by a pitcher plant

its what laios would have wanted

Skeleton vs Dullahan (round 1 part 1)

why is the armor sweeping?? how are ya'll planning to fuck the armor??? at least the skeleton you could like wedge a vibrator or fleshlight into the pelvis. I forgot this is the celibacy site and fucking is not a real physical thing on here

fools do not see the eroticisim of plate armor

Phoenix vs Harpy (round 1 part 2)

harpy has a tits out kinda look

Griffin vs Hippogriff (round 1 part 2)

Me at first: really? You’d fuck the horse? Me, remembering the barded penises of felines : no wait you’re right

White dragon vs Red dragon (round 1 part 3)

It's canon that white dragons fight furiously while red dragon is the equivalent of that blue hands dinosaur in Prehistoric Planet

white dragon is cuntier somehow

Treasure insects vs Succubus (round 1 part 3)

another tits out kinda look

normal poll matchup. normal poll. do people want to fuck a succubus or inch long insects. who will win

Huge scorpion vs Huge spider vs Mimic (round 1 part 3)

What you do to the mimic is hidden from the eyes of all

The mimics got that dog in it

dark souls mimic resemblances have me thinking unwise

something about the mysterious air around the mimic

Golem vs Ice golem (round 1 part 4)

Same deal but one freezes ur junk off I think the winner is clear

Gargoyle vs Hag (round 1 part 4)

..abusive mother kink????

Familiar vs Jack Frost (round 1 part 4)

familiar is customizable 👍

Doppelganger vs Demon (round 1 part 4)

That stupid sexy cat simply slays too much cunt

Hippogriff vs Fish-man (round 2 part 1)

no offense to my buddy fish-man but that hippogriff is too majestic

Living armour vs Undine (round 2 part 2)

One if the extras has a really perturving bit: Undines fed by consuming liquids with mana. Holm mentions regularly feeding it BODILY FLUIDS.

is wearing living armor anything

White dragon vs Green dragon (round 3)

she made that dragon sooooo cunty and for what

Cockatrice vs Demon (round 3)

you should've put the slutiest picture of the demon. to remind everyone that ryoko -sensei is down BAD

no one: ryoko kui: i am going to make a lion demon that is SOOOOOOO [redacted]

everybody vote for demon! a vote for demon is a love letter to Ryoko Kui

I do find it funny we're blowing the demon whore moments on like, the cockatrice matchup

This manga is so slutty and yet so tasteful in it that you can't really call it anything but great in every aspect of its eroticism

Mermaid vs Harpy (quarter finals)

i am so mad rn. a mermaid !? more fuckable than a harpy!? for shame tumblr for shame

White dragon vs Succubus (quarter finals)

Dragon fluffye!

Chimera vs Mermaid (semi-finals)

sorry mermaid. falin fucks supremely.

sorry falin. gotta stand up for my fellow merfolk here

a vote for chimera is a vote for lesbians

Succubus vs Demon (semi-finals)

Not even the sucubbi stands up to the limitless demon sexo

if you think about it. the succubus can turn into the demon's many forms

Chimera vs Demon (finale)

fags and dykes fighting to the death over this one

Listen man. Even if I'm gay I understand why Falin is winning but- Consider that the demon knows your exact wants and desires and could satisfy your sexual needs perfectly. Also when he's buff and humanoid near the end

either of them deserve to win but demon sweep because that fucker showed up in a dream to me once

teef!!!!

VOTE FOR DYKES. VOTE FOR SLEEPY GIRLS. VOTE FOR SHARP LITTLE TEETH

Mermaid vs Succubus (battle for the bronze)

mermaids can't lose to magical mosquito people PLEASE

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Braid- Fili x Reader

Summary: Reader asks Fili to braid her hair, not realising what it means in dwarven culture

Word count: 1, 128

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The cool stone of the cell floor sent a chill up your spine, as you try to do anything to distract yourself from feeling hopeless and miserable.

As you try to rub your arms to gain some warmth, suddenly you feel and see Filis warm hand on your forearm.

“You really are freezing. Here, sit closer to me, it might help you warm up,” the sweet dwarven prince offers with arms wide open.

You try not to blush at such a sweet offer as place your tired head on his shoulder. As his warm arms wrapped around you, your body began to feel at peace. You felt safe in Filis embrace, and his shoulder was a lot softer than any surface you’ve camped on during this journey.

As you play with the plaits in his hair, you begin to think how well you might have slept if you’d been cuddled up to Fili all those nights. Such thoughts begin to make you blush, and you try to hide your girlish smile.

“Is my hair really so grand that it makes you smirk and blush like a little girl?” Fili teases, which earns him a slap on his chest by you.

“Shut up!” You laugh at his as you rise from his arm, now looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

You didn’t realise you’d kept your hand on his chest until you felt his own warm hand around yours. Feeling nervous you begin to ramble.

“I-I mean you do have lovely hair. I wish I could braid my hair like yours.”

“You don’t know how to braid hair?” Fili asked in disbelief.

“No, I-I never learnt. I always had short hair as a little girl and as I got older and grew it out, I guess I forgot to learn,” you explained.

Something about what you’d said seemed to sadden Fili, as his hand reached up to card from your loose hair. He looked always as if you’d told him you’d never been hugged before.

“But hey, maybe you could braid my hair for me. Not sure how long we’ll be here, so it could be a useful way to pass the time,” you suggested, trying to brighten up your friend again.

Unfortunately this suggestion seemed to have the opposite effect, as Filis eyes widened and his mouth hang open. You may have even caught a blush on the handsome princes face, but you could have been mistaken.

His eyes looked into yours, filled with hope of something, and like he was trying to find that something in your eyes.

“What’s the matter?” You ask him worriedly.

“Yo-you want me to braid your hair?” He asked breathlessly, his tone filled with softness and hope.

“Well sure, I mean yours look so lovely and we’re stuck here,” you confirm.

Once again your words seem to have the opposite effect to what you’d hoped, as Filis face become deflated.

“Oh yeh, yeh we’re stuck here it’s not li-“

Before Fili could continue what you assumed would be an explanation, Bilbo arrived, keys in hand and a cheeky smile on his face.

*****

Bards house didn’t really seem like much of a house at all, it seemed to more resemble a hut with slightly more space. But as you see him with his children, and their belongings scattered across the place, it did feel like a home.

Being in a place so soft and warm, especially compared to the cells, you couldn’t help but smile at Bard and his family. It felt silly to think about, but seeing Bard with his children, made you think of Fili.

A part of you felt stupid for thinking about a life with him, but when you look at Bard, you can’t help but to see Fili.

Smiling sweetly at Bard, you can’t help but imagine how Fili would be with your children.

Although your eyes saw Fili, Filis eyes certainly saw Bard. He saw you staring and smiling at Bard, and his ideas of being yours began to crumble. He’d told himself that he would explain to you what a braid means to a dwarf, but now, he wouldn’t dream to try.

Storming out of the small home, Fili roughly exits through the front door and wallows on the steps. Filis abrupt exit causes everyone to stare.

“I’ll go check on him,” you speak softly, as you go in the direction of the blonde dwarf.

“Leave me alone,” Fili speaks coldly as you sit beside him on the step.

“But it’s such a cold night. Who else’s shoulder would keep me warm?” You try to banter as you snuggle closer.

Your attempt is unfortunately met with Fili trying to scoot further from you. His rejection of your affections saddens you deeply.

“I don’t know. Maybe Bard could keep you warm,” Fili spits at you.

“Bard? We’ve only just met an-“

“And you already look at him with such love,” Fili finishes for you, still not meeting your eye, as he stares at his feet.

Oh, suddenly it dawns on you. The realisation of Fili being jealous seems to cloud the realisation that Fili likes you, as you attempt to mend the situation.

“I look at him with love because I picture you,” you confess softly to your friend.

Filis head whips towards you, and his eyes go wide like they had done in the cell.

“Why?” He asks skeptically.

“Because I love you, you stupid dwarf. Because as silly as it sounds I picture you in a home, with little ones too,” you confess, trying your hardest not to hide away shyly.

At your confession, Fili couldn’t seem to control himself. With one hand behind your head and the other on your hip, Fili quickly pulls you in for a passionate and loving kiss.

The feel of his lips against yours felt like a relief, like you’d been waiting and needing for this moment.

As Fili pulled away from the kiss, he lightly chuckles at your attempt to bring his lips back to yours.

“I love you too, amrâlimê, and it would be an honour to braid your hair,”

Your love-struck smile soon turned to a look of confusion, causing Fili to laugh warmly.

“You couldn’t have known this, but in dwarf culture, when one asks another to braid their hair, it is a sign they wish to court that person,” Fili explains.

Suddenly Filis reaction in the cells seems to make sense, as the realisation dawns on your face. Fili nods with a chuckle as he realises you now understand.

Taking your hand in his, he kisses your knuckles as his other hand reaches the tie in your hair.

“May I?”

“Braid away, my love,” you accept with a sweet kiss to his lips.

[danger-noodle-uwu]

hii! i really like the "is love supposed to hurt" that hurt a lot can you please write another part where the reader moved on lollol it's fine if you don't<33 -anon

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𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖; 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎; 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜;𝙺𝚊𝚎𝚢𝚊/𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚌/𝙰𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚘/𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎/𝚉𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒/𝚡𝚒𝚊𝚘

𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐; 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚕/yandere themes/𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎/𝚎𝚝𝚌

"It worked..." KAEYA murmured to himself; his tongue laced with bitterness by the wine in his hand or the tears he kept swallowing as his eyes glued on the sight of you. You speaking with a certain drunkard who was clinging to your neck, decorating the skin with kisses; the skin once he kissed.

The sensation of someone he loved calling another pet names was such a funny feeling where you would call the bard "love" and he would pretend it's him. The notion was making him sick to his stomach; seeing that stupid anemo archon recieving your touch and caress was killing him. Slowly stinging his eyes more than before.

With tears, he was forced to swallow with the wine as the night was washed away with an image of what could've been his and now belonged another.

ALBEDO attained her. She loved him, he loved her and it was perfect...was it not? Despite every piece of the puzzle falling into its place, he felt hollow. His chest bore emptiness, one that haunted him at the very beginning. One that now drags him back to where he started. Back to you..?

"NO!" He shot up in cold sweat as his darling lover rose beside him to wipe away the beads off his forehead and asked him what's wrong. He couldn't dare reply or do anything as a matter of fact. He couldn't ruin what he had now...

The one who was beside him was the dream he wished to achieve, and yet he failed to realize that. And now, no words could his tongue as he cradled his lover.

DILUC never cared for how a single raindrop could ever be enough to draw endless tears from you until now when it landed upon his cheek. The burning sensation taunting his skin and sliding down his face as if a glass shard was cutting deep within.

For him, you became a melting candle; one that struggled to give light until the very end. Or much akin to a bird, one that flew hopelessly in the blue sky. But who would've known you would ever attain freedom? Fly far away from him.

It was a mistake to be gluttonous for your salty tears when he could have been receiving a pearly smile. But all was lost thanks to an Alchemist who holds you in the same manner he did and adores you just like he did. The only difference is the diamonds you cried for DILUC are now filling his own grave for him...

"Still pathetic as ever." He's lying, CHILDE is lying, whether to himself or somebody else he no longer knows. Yet his chest aches the same way he made yours hurt. So weak he is that each night he bleeds for you while you are blooming into fit of laughter; one he's particularly unfamiliar with. After all, it was only your cries that pleased him, not a clumsy smile.

It hurts him, but will he admit defeat or lay denial and the tears that never won over his ego. The shine in his eyes still diminished, but the hint of agony freshly engraved within. Your voice, the joy emanating from it, haunts him as a ghostly memory remains.

"Still pathetic as ever." a wounded reflection stares back...

A man of his word; ZHONGLI no longer found his gaze searching for glaze lilies. However, those flowers that bore your scent and distantly admired them. The promise of love he silently gave to you with another's image was the only remains of what you and him ever had.

Not a memory present in his head where he'd seen 'you' but an illusion that clouded his head; at the time, uncaring of the dullness slowly enveloping you into numbness. And one that came to your aid wasn't him. His biggest regret. It was, however, you who pulled themselves together and became much more, yet everything that was once there was lost.

A man of his word; MORAX failed to keep his word to you.

Bearing the glimmer in his eyes; one that XIAO struggled to hold, he sat upon the roof of Wangshu inn; pondering if you could see through the facade... despite him pouring his whole being into such lies that he knew they could never be true.

An emotion he could never bear for you...yet Morax, his savior, too, holds you dear; far dearer than he does. Those cursed hands of his are undesirable and undeserving of you. He is unworthy and dangerous to your fragile being who should protected and held with gentleness; one he could never offer.

Thus, from afar, he'll watch Morax wipe away your tears and tend to you in the same manner he can only dream to...

"Goodbye...my love..."

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20 + OptChet + Adventure Bots

"Oh my-" Optimus looked at his conjux, full of mud and dirt like if a dog play on outside "are you okay?"

"Yeah, just... I got some problems" Ratchet excused, looking with piercing optics to the two orange bots behind, Optimus looked at them with compassion

"I'll talk with you later" Optimus told the orange bots and they leave as quickly as their pedes let them, Blades was genuinely scared but Bumblebee patted his back to comfort him "what happened?"

"What happened?" Ratchet asked Optimus, but Primus, his optics were like daggers "THAT MED BOT IS THE WORST MED BOT I´VE EVER MET IN MY WHOLE LIFE!" Ratchet shouted at Optimus, throwing his servos to everywhere "ORION, HOW THE FRAG ARE YOU LETTING BUMBLEBEE GOT TANGLED ON HIS STUPID STUFF!?"

"Ratchet, please-"

"PLEASE NOTHING!"

"Please, stop! Bee is not a sparkling"

"BUT ACTS LIKE ONE, AND THAT BLADES IS NO BETTER!" Ratchet's faceplate was colored by blue while his engines roared in disagreement

"But why are you so angry? What happened?" Optimus took Ratchet on his servos

"DID YOU KNOW BEE IS MORE-THAN-A-FRIEND WITH A BARD?!" Ratchet took (and squeezed hard) Optimus' servos "A BARD WHO IS TRAVELLING WITH A BUNCH OF USELESS?! AND BEE´S GOING WITH THEM?!" Ratchet´s voice was like a sharp screech for Optimus´ audial, nonetheless, the notice got him out of guard

"Bee is going with them?"

"AND THEY´RE GOING TO MARRY!"

Ratchet was obviously grump and about to explode, but on Optimus' optics, it was like a super nova created a new galaxy

"You're kidding" Ratchet noticed Optimus' brilliant optics

"Oh Primus- Bee is going to marry?"

"FOCUS, GREAT-"

"I´m focusing, Ratchet, BEE IS GOING TO MARRY!" the smile on Optimus' faceplate was like seeing a star born, so bright and hopeful

"WITH A BARD!" meanwhile, Ratchet´s face was like seeing a hateful dragon about to burn an entire city "YOU KNOW HOW ARE BARDS!"

"But you were a bard"

"EXACTLY!"

"Ratchet, listen" Optimus pressed his fingers on Ratchet´s face to keep his attention "It doesn´t matter, you don´t know if they´re going to repeat the story, and, after all, the only thing important is Bee´s happiness"

"FOR THAT REASON HE CAN´T BE WITH THAT BARD!"

"NO! For that reason, he deserves to be with whoever he wants, and Bee is smart enough to difference who is good for him from who isn´t, don´t you think?" Ratchet still wasn´t convinced, but his optics softened and OP felt how his faceplate cooled

"Orion"

"Ratchet, is okay, and even if the story repeated, look at us" Optimus let go Ratchet "life put us on the same path again, it was going to happen" OP gave Ratchet a soft kiss on his forehead, Ratchet sighed

"What is he does something and Bee is who pays for it"

"In that case, we will be there for him" Optimus hugged Ratchet, he only replied to rest his head, later remembering he was covered in mud

"My Primus- No!" Ratchet yelled to the air, noticing Optimus was know a mess too, but Optimus replied him with a big, comforting laugh, Primus, Optimus was like a gentle giant that kept Ratchet´s spark warm, he also gave a smile, relaxing a bit, he was still worried about the notice but Optimus always managed to see the good in everything "How you do that? See the good on everything?"

Optimus meditated it a bit, and with a smile, he replied "the good is what keeps me going through"

[roodles03]

Hunter's Room (Fan Design)

It is about time I finally did this, now I can make so many drawing ideas come true with a room for Hunter designed. Also, for those who read my "Timeskip Watching and Dreaming AU" series of fanfics on A03, this is what Hunter's room looks like. This room is a room in Darius' house, so yippie Dadrius.

Alright, I know the doors can be confusing to let me break this down.

The door on the south wall with the small cuckoo clock like doors is the door to exit the room. I put cuckoo doors on the door because it's for Waffles.

The door that's on the wall that's jetting out is the door to the walk-in closet

And the the door on the west wall is the door to Hunter's private bathroom.

I originally wanted to do the entire Deamonne household at once, but, no way that would take forever. Maybe I'll do parts of it in the future but for right now, NO. If I did, I'd probably do Darius' room next and the living room after that.

This took such a long time to design, and it was my first time ever designing a background completely on my own. I needed to take off the training wheels and design my own background for once, and for my first attempt, I think I did a decent job.

The only thing that I couldn't add is a ceiling fan, but that was only because of the angles I had. I'm sure I could've if I had a different angle. Im going to have to design that separately.

This took since October 20th to finish, I probably could've got it done faster, but uni kept me busy and such. Either way, now that I've finished this, I can't wait to make drawings with this room. Yay!

Alright so: Tumblr exclusive content from here on out since insta has a stupid character limit, and their cropping system sucks

I'm gonna go on an infodump to why I decided to put almost everything here in Hunter's room.

North Wall:

Bed: I decided to make the headboard and footboard a cherry colored wood because Hunter would definitely like cherry wood because it's reddish. Referencing Willow's headboard that has a flower, I changed that into a bird for Hunter. I gave him a blue blanket in reference to Waffles. I headcannon that Hunter LOVES plushies, so I gave him some plushies I'd think he'd like. He'd definitely like squishmallows, so I gave him a blue-jay, cardinal, and wolf squishmellow. I also gave him a small wolf plush, as well as a small parrot plush and a peacock plush. The Sprig plushie is special, as it's not the same one as he had in the castle. It's a life-sized one Willow won him at a carnvial. (Reference to one of my fics).

Nightable: Nothing much to say here outside of the fact that I felt like Hunter would need one. I gave him a crystal ball because I felt like he'd like one.

Desk: This is where Hunter does work, from designing clothes to sew to studying for school. He has a log of regluar wood to practice carving on. (This room is set when Hunter is still a kid early during the WAD timeskip) He also has a punch a pencils, a desk lamp, and some books on there.

Corkboard: Hunter keeps notes for his school studies, and personal projects here. Sometimes he doodles things and puts them up there, such as the wolf and birds doodles.

Wall: Hunter would 100% be that person to have a trillion posters. I gave him a Flyer Derby poster, and a hummingbird poster. The Ruler's Reach poster is actually signed by King himself. Here's also a wolf calender, since I'd figured he'd like that, and a cuckoo clock that I headcannon Hunter and Dell carved together.

Bookshelf: On the bottom shelf, Hunter keeps a bunch of random books he likes.

On the second shelf, he has a photo of Flapjack, textbooks for his abominations and potions classes, and a photo of Willow

On the third shelf, he has textbooks for his illusions, construction, wild magic, plants, beastkeeping, and runes classes.

On the forth shelf, he has a photo of Darius, textbooks for his bard, oracle, and healing classes, and a photo of Waffles.

On the top shelf, he has his two favorite books of all time, Cosmic Frontier and Ruler's Reach, specially displayed with them propped up.

Jesus, that was by far the longest description we'll have.

East Wall:

Window: Hunter has a basic window with blue curtains. I originally wanted to make the curtains space themed for Cosmic Frontier, but then realized that would be a pain to draw over and over again, so I kept it blue. Maybe I can make Hunter's shower curtain space themed instead.

Other then that, there is nothing new on this wall that I'd like to cover. (I'd rather cover things that appear on other walls in their sections)

South Wall:

Wall: Hunter has two more posters on this wall. A Cosmic Frontier Poster. This is a reference in itself, where in Star Trek, the equivalent of O'Bailey has an asian wife that is a Bontonist, and that is sorta a parrel to Huntlow. So I decided to make a headcannon design for both O'Bailey, and the Bontonist I decided to rename to Aiko. So boom. Huntlow reference. The other poster is simply a wolf poster.

Box: This is pretty self explanatory. Its a box with sewing supplies.

Mannequin: Since Hunter sews, I'd imagine he'd like to have a mannequin to help make the clothing design process easier.

Table: This is the same sewing Machine from Thanks to Them, as Camila gave it to Hunter as a gift.

West Wall:

Outside of the door of the bathroom, there is nothing new on the west wall that I haven't already covered.

Bonus:

Here is the original blueprint for the entire Deamonne household. I could go from here and design every last aspect of the house, but that would take ages. I'd definitely like to, but its just so much work. Like I said, the next two rooms I'd design are Darius' room and the living room. Plus, Hunter's room was by definition going to he the hardest, since he has the most stuff and therefore detail in his room.

For when I wanted to focus solely on Hunter's room, I referenced the upstairs blueprint snd made a more detailed blueprint just for his room. As you can see, A LOT ended up changing from this to the final version.

[lilacxoz]

Rhapsodic - Diluc

F!reader

Soft love, not really much enemies to lovers but implied, creampie, virgin!reader, virgin sex.

You awoke with the late morning sun shining through your dust clouded windows. You knew you had to clean your little cottage outback of the winery, but you were to busy being a personal apothecary for some.

You stepped out of bed, letting the warmth from the sun coat your bare body as you moved to the closet. Oftentimes, you slept nude just for this glorious morning experience.

You chose to keep your day clothes casual, just a simple white button down and your blue jeans, as well as your classic Timberlands. You chose to put your hair up since it was going to be a hot day, perfect for collecting medical herbs in the area.

You were a personal apothecary for five people. You wanted to be a full time, yet you desired time for yourself rather than working. You preferred a lot of alone time with your stack of books and a glass of wine. You were a very simple women, and you liked it that way.

You slugged your way to the kitchen, opening the dark oak cupboard that was placed above the sink; plucking a jar of tea leaves.

Your cottage was small yet spacious. There was a tiny kitchen window that stretched from the stove to the sink, a beautiful memory foam mat in front of the sink reading "Cottage Living." Behind you was a tiny circle table with four chairs sat at it, and to one side was your couch and a floor to ceiling bookcase just adjacent to the sage green floral printed couch. The other side held two doors that led to your bedroom and the bathroom.

You put the kettle on the stove, placing just a few leaves into it as well before leaving it to boil. As you were setting the jar back in the cupboard, you heard the front door open and close, the hinges creaking with the movement.

"It's polite to knock on a persons door before letting yourself in," you say, not needing to look at who it was. Only one person you knew would walk into your house without knocking; and that was the handsome Dawn Winery owner.

"As if you don't sneak to the back door with that bard to steal some wine? I may not witness the crime, but I'm not stupid." You hear his boots thumb on the hardwood floors, the creak to his steps as he moves to stand next to you.

"What do you need sir," you say, emphasizing the "sir" to show you weren't in the mood to play games. You had lots to do and having your daily argue with Diluc wasn't how you wanted to start the day.

"I just need some of those relaxers you gave me last month. I have a masquerade party to attend with my brother, so I might need a double jar," he explains, running a gloved hand over your dusty windows. His crimson eyes flickered to yours as he held up his dirty finger, making you roll your eyes.

"The way you judge your doctor his harsh dear Ragnvindr," you sarcastically reply in a sweet and lusted tone, making your way to the glass case next to your bookcase that held all the medicines you used and gave to your patients. You pulled the folded stool out from under the couch, folding it up and using it to help you see the top shelf.

"Well, speaking on how much you hate Kaeya, I could give you some ashwagandha berries, or would you prefer taking the root?" You asked, looking over your shoulder to see a puzzled look on the red haired males face. "Do you want a gummy type thing or just a pill," you elaborate in a board tone.

"Oh," he says, his cheeks dusting a pink hue that makes you giggle. "Whatever works faster," he says, walking to the stove to turn off the burner on the kettle since it had started squealing. You nodded, plucking the glass jar full of the berries from the shelf and handing it to the red haired male who is pouring the tea into your glass mug.

"You always have such...plain taste in chinaware," Diluc says, his hand rubbing at the subtle stubble he has on his jaw.

"That's where your wrong. Chinaware is ceramic, these are glass," you correct, tapping the mug with your fingernail to add to your point. "And a little advice, girls like a guy with less hair," you tease. You remember when he walked in as you walked out of the bathroom in a towel. He had said the same thing about your legs, but little did he know you didn't like keeping your legs shaved during the winter; so you felt no shame in it. Words like that from anyone else would've hurt, but it was Diluc: a guy who's love language is plain straight insults and coldness. It didn't take long for you to put the pieces together after you first met him.

"Whatever, I had a long night and didn't have time to shave," he informs, popping the cork top off the glass jar and popping one of the tiny red berries into his mouth.

"Wow, am I really stressing you out that much?" You say, attempting a face of hurt that only had Diluc rolling his eyes.

"No, Kaeya is to arrive soon to do some final preparations," he says, leaning his hip against the counter and crossing his large arms over his chest. You stifle a giggle at his face: pure irritation and annoyance. You couldn't help yourself from reaching up and poking the ends of his lips, forcing a smile on his lips. He didn't stop you, already used to the way you'd poke at his sides and cheeks. If anything, he liked the way you'd touch him like that and the snarky comments you made.

All his life, he'd been told why he didn't settle down with a nice women of good breed and would cook and clean for him. And the answer was quite simple for him. He wanted his women tough, not afraid to stand up for what's right. He liked his women like you, someone who isn't scared to push his buttons. He hated admitting things, but if it came down to it, he would admit his love for you.

"Do you need any help with your forage today?" He Diluc asks, taking your wrists around his gloved hands and settling them at your sides. He loved how tiny your wrists were in his large hands. It was one of his guilty pleasures to think about when he was alone at night.

"Don't think you can get out of Kaeya so easy. Plus, I'm headed to the knights to meet with Jean. She wants me to be Klee's pediatrician," you inform, taking the glass mug in between your hands, closing your eyes as the steam drifts past your face. Diluc watched you with scrutinized eyes, taking in your composed and relaxed face. He didn't know what he liked best, your personality or your face.

"I still don't know why they let a child be a knight, now isn't that just quite stupid?" He rants, his hand moving back to his stubble as he rants. You didn't take the time to reply, you knew how often he got to vent was slim to nonexistent, so you let him get it all out of his system. By the time he was done venting, you had already made your way through half of your tea.

"I don't want to sound mean, but isn't brother dearest waiting for you?" You ask, settling your mug on the polished wooden counter. You watch him nod, his lips pursed and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, but that basterd can wait until I am good and ready," he grumbles, slipping the jar he requested in his coat pocket. You didn't charge him because he let you and your drinking buddy sneak into his basement "unnoticed". But you knew he kept the maids away purposely, or else he'd have to use mora in exchange, and you weren't easy on the prices.

"Just go, please," you say, holding onto the back of his bicep as you lead him to the front door. He just lets out a huff, letting you drag him to his doom. He wished he could just stay talking to you in your lone little cottage behind the winery, cracking witty remarks and quibbling with you like an old married couple.

Just as you open the door, you catch a Kaeya who was just about to knock on the door. You watch as he looks from your face, to his brothers, to your hand holding onto his brothers lean bicep.

"He was just leaving," you say, pushing Diluc from his back, making him stumble a bit as he steps out of your home.

"I'll come visit later," he says, his eyes looking like a puppies who's staring at a bone he was told not to have. You give him a half smile, holding back a chuckle.

"Why say that when you don't even knock," you say, letting Kaeya hold up your hand and place a gentle kiss to your knuckles. Diluc stared at the action before him, letting out a grumble of incoherent words as he stomps his way down the dirt path to the winery.

"Try not to bother him to much today, okay?" You ask, almost of a plea to the blue haired knight.

"I will try my best, nice seeing you doc," he says, waving as he quickly catches up to an angry Diluc. You lean up against the doorframe for a bit, watching as Kaeya tries to place a hand on his brothers shoulder, only to receive a shove to his chest that almost makes him fall to his ass. You wished they got along, but you knew how almost impossible that was.

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You stumbled into your tiny cottage, kicking off your boots in haste as you tossed your cheese cloth bag onto the table full of herbs. "Fuck this," you say as you open up a drawer, fishing out your matches. "Fuck that," you grumble, moving to the candle chandelier over the dining table, lighting them carefully until your tiny place lit up with light. It wasn't like you didn't have electricity, you just preferred candles.

You made your way to the couch while unbuttoning your shirt. But as you neared the canvas couch, you squealed and jumped back in horror. On your couch was a fire red haired male, staring at you in shock himself. He stood to his feet quickly, his cheeks a bright red.

"I-I didn't mean to scare you, and I would've said something but you just- you- you looked so upset and it was amusing to watch."

"Still! You could have said something?!" You place a hand to your forehead, sitting down on the couch as he sits next to you. You become aware of your half unbuttoned blouse, quickly doing the buttons back up with a bright red face.

"I'm sorry, I just needed to escape from that party," he admits in a normal tone, his hands resting on his thighs. You notice the lack of gloves, being able to see the scars on his hands and veins that have you hypnotized. You took in his appearance: black dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, black slacks, white vest over his shirt, and a crimson face mask that rests on the coffee table. You also don't fail to notice the way his beautiful long red locks are in a high ponytail, as well as the five o'clock shadow making home onto his sharp jaw.

"It's okay, just please say something next time," you say, letting out a huff as you relax into the couch. You had a long day of walking around Mondstat, as well as being cajoled into babysitting Klee for a few hours that you couldn't refuse.

"What happened today? I've never seen you so irritable, you looked like me after a long day at the tavern." You move so your legs rest on his lap, his hands massaging your calf instinctively.

"Well let me just tell you, never ever again will I agree to babysitting that little devil. I swear, she seems nice, but I cannot deal with running after her and those bombs. And don't even get me started on the cliffs, it was like everywhere I turned there was a goddamn monster to fight. What a day to forget my bag, lord Barbados it was only supposed to be a quick forge today."

Diluc watches you vent about the day you had, finding comfort in the moment shared between the both of you. He takes notice of the way your eyebrow twitches in annoyance as you talk about what a disaster babysitting Klee was.

"Why do you willingly keep coming back?" You ask after a few moments of comfortable silence after your venting. Diluc goes still, wanting to tell the truth but he just couldn't. He wasn't one to show vulnerability.

"Because you're my doctor, have to keep a good reputation with my doctor," he lies, gently setting your feet onto the ground as he stands up, turning away from you.

"But it's more than that and you know it, tell me, really, why do you keep coming back?" There's a long moment of silence before Diluc huffs and makes his way to the door. You quickly jump to your feet, and maybe your next move was out of bravery or stupidity; but you found yourself pulling him in by the collar of his shirt.

The moment your lips collided, was the moment you came alive. It all happened so fast, his arms around your waist as he backs you up against a nearby wall. It was all teeth and lips, a moment of pure passion that had finally exploded from your bodies. You pulled away first, letting out shallow and quick breaths as you stared up at him.

"I want the answer to my question," you whisper, your eyes trailing down to his parted lips. He looked so good like this. It didn't matter if he was beautiful or handsome, it was the pure masculinity in his face that had you melting at the knees.

"I keep coming back-" he looks away, his cheeks pink under the wavering candle light. "I keep coming back because you attract me like a magnet, I just can't get my fill of you."

You stare at the vulnerable side he shows, his chest moving with each of his breaths. You rubbed your hands on his chest, carefully un doing each button on his white vest. He watched you with hesitation, he wanted to take advantage of the moment but he didn't want to hurt you.

"I've wanted you for so long, but I just didn't know whether I was ready to risk losing our relationship," you admit, sliding the vest off and working to his dress shirt. With each button, his breath grows heavier. Once every button is gone, he shrugs the shirt off himself, letting you get a full look at him.

"Am I worth while?" He asks, your eyes trailing across his body. You take in each scar, each bump and cut edge, and the dark red that trails down his abdomen.

"I should be asking you that," you say, leaning in and letting your lips attach onto his neck. He let out a gasp, his hands gripping your hips and pressing them against his own. You let out a gasp of your own, letting him grind up against you. He pushes you further against the wall, using just one hand to undo the buttons on your blouse.

"Diluc," you whisper, letting him shrug the white fabric off your body. Because of how tight your blouse was, you were able to go without a bra. When this came to light, he let out a particular breath that left your body forming goosebumps.

"You're beautiful," he says, his hands cupping your back as he leans down to kiss at your chest and neck. You let your head fall back into the wall with a thud, relishing in the way his lips suck on your skin.

His hands rest on your waist, his lips forming beautiful deep bruises in your neck and chest. It felt like a million butterflies were ensnared in your stomach, the heat in between your legs feeling like you were fluttering to life. You moaned out his name, wrapping a leg around his waist to get a better rhythm against his bulge.

His breath deepens with the action, his lips taking action on your pebbled nipple. "Wait- ngh~" His hands move to your jeans zipper, sliding them off your body with haste. You did the same, quickly taking his slacks off. It all happens in a flash, starting from the kitchen to the bedroom, the only thing you both wearing is your underwear.

He gently settles you in the bed, your arms wrapped around his neck as he sits you down on the edge of the bed. He slides onto his knees, his lips planting soft kisses on your thighs.

"Can I?" He asks, his teeth gently biting at the inside of your thigh.

"I-I've never-" you stop yourself, your face turning bright red causing you to look away in embarrassment.

"Never had oral?" He gives a lazy grin, looking up at you with hooded eyes that make your thighs clench.

"Well, I'm kinda-"

"You're a virgin?" He asks in disbelief, his eyes widen in astonishment. "I would've never guessed, well, not with how flirty you get when drunk." His words only make you blush more, a deep chuckle erupting from his chest.

"I'll be gentle, don't worry princess," he assures, his hands guiding your thighs to rest on his shoulders. You let him guide your white lace thong off your body, his eyes taking in the sight of you. He worshiped your body, letting his tongue and lips explore your pussy. His tongue licked a stripe down your slit, tasting the sweetness of you.

"Diluc~" you whimper, your hands finding purchase on the floral duvet below you. He took the advantage of sliding his tongue over your clit, bringing up a hand to slip in a finger. You gasp as he slowly slides in his calloused finger, your body tensing up at the beautiful feeling.

"Shhh, baby you have to relax," he cooed, gently adding in another. You whimpered, laying back on the bed and resting your arm on your forehead. His tongue flicked at your clit, his fingers thrusting in and out of you so smoothly; a loud squelching noise echoing in the tiny room.

"Diluc, I can't- I'm so close," you whine, your body convulsing as you reach your peak. Diluc watches you unfold, his boxers growing too tight for him to handle. He sucks on your clit to help you ride it out, your back arching off the bed and your head shooting backwards. You let out an unfamiliar moan, sounding so foreign as the aftershocks of your orgasm makes your body hitch against the bed.

He finishes the job, sucking on his fingers as he stands to his true height, a smirk on his beautiful lips. "How was it?" He asks, leaning over you, caging your head in between his forearms.

"It was rhapsodic," you whisper, earning a smile on his face. It was one of the first times you've ever seen his true smile; his eyes growing smaller and his cheeks tinted with pink.

"Do you want to go further? We can stop if you want?" He asks, his brows furrowed and his lips pursed. You lace your fingers into his hair, making work on the hair tie holding his hair up. You watch as his fire locks cascade around your face, making a curtain containing just you and him.

"I want all of you, please," you softly plea, reaching a hand up to slip some of his hair behind his ear. His jaw flexes before he crashes his lips to yours. He moves his knees so they're on either side of your hips, making your legs settle on his hips. You feel the hardness of his cock against your pussy, your eyes fluttering and your brows raising as you moan into the kiss.

Things move quickly, you slipping your thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down. He pulls away from the kiss, letting you look down and take in the sight of you. Your lips part, a smirk forming on his face.

"Maybe you should take a picture, it will last longer," he purrs into your ear, lips planting a soft kiss on the shell of your red ear.

"I don't know how I'll explain to people why I have a picture of the Dawn Winery owners dick in my drawer," you tease, earning a chuckle from the red haired male above you.

"I wouldn't mind if the roles were reversed." You playfully slapped his chest, him pulling away from your ear to look down at your flustered face.

"Like I'd let you keep a nude of me, let's wait until we're a little further now hm?"

"You think we can be more?" He asks, a hopeful glint in his eyes. You nod your head, the most happiest look forming on his face. He moves his lips to your neck, sucking on your collarbone, dragging out sweet moans from your being.

"Diluc, as much as I love your kisses, I really need you right now," you whine. Diluc chuckles against your skin, leaning up to look into your eyes. He gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, a soft smile on his face.

He sits back on the heels of his foot, you resting on your elbows as you watch him slowly pump himself. Your lips part, taking in every inch of his body. Your mouth fills up with saliva at the sight of him, he wasn't shaven and it was a good look on him as well as all the beautiful battle scars on his skin.

You watch him align his angry red tip to your entrance, your teeth capturing your bottom lip. You weren't scared as you were before whenever you thought about losing your virginity. But now, knowing you're about to give yourself to the man of your dreams, you're not scared at all.

He starts to slip inside, his eyes watching your face for any uncomfortable signs. But all he finds is your mouth hung open, eyes fluttering as your head falling back onto the bed.

"Fuck-" he grunts as he sheaths his way inside, his jaw clenching. He loved how beautiful you looked like this, and loved how beautifully you fit around him. The fit hurt a bit, you'd admit that, but it hurt in a good way that made you want him to do more.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. He starts to move against you, your thighs clenching around him in pure bliss. "Ngh~ oh! Faster, please oh please," you moan when he pulls away for a breath, his body growing harder to resist taking you how he wanted. But he knew he needed to be gentle this round, it was all about you and he was gonna make sure it went your way.

He obeys your ask, taking grasp onto your hips as he moves faster, his hips snapping against yours. You moan out his name like a chant, you had underestimated how fast your first orgasm would come. You remember hearing from Lisa awhile back, you had asked about sex because you were growing a little scared of being twenty and still a virgin. You remember thinking she was kidding when she said the first round would go quickly, but as you grip onto the pillowcase below you quickly began to understand.

"Oh- mmcumming!" You moan aloud, your back arching as you let yourself go loose. Your legs shake and your breaths get heavy. Diluc somehow gets harder at the sight, deciding he can't hold back anymore. He lets you ride your high before he surprises you by rolling onto his back.

"I'm sorry, but I just can't hold back," he says, his hands firmly gripping your plump hips. Before he starts to thrust, your quickly take hold of his shoulders.

He starts a fast and brutal pace, your body shaking with pleasure at the newfound feeling. He hit so much deeper inside you, crashing against your cervix in such a painfully pleasurable way. Your body grows weak from the inhumane speed, wrapping your your arms around his neck.

You whine and moan in his neck while his grunts and groans reverberate against the shell of your ear. Diluc moves so fast that the bed makes sounds that signal the near break of the foundation. But you don't care, the way he hits and rubs against a specific spot inside you has you going limp and seeing stars—completely high off him.

"I'm cumming, fuck!" He groans, shooting his cum deep inside that has you orgasming harder than you ever have before. The room is left with the sound of yours and his breaths, your faces flushed.

It takes awhile before you sit up, letting his cock slip out of you. "Y-you're still hard?" You ask with a raise to your eyebrow.

"Yes, but we can finish tomorrow if you're still up for it," he winks at you, your face brightening. After fixing yourself in the bathroom, you come back to Diluc laying on your bed in his boxers. You move to lay next to him, a smile on your face. Despite witnessing the smile he held before, it's now diminished to a subtle curve to his lips.

"You're like a star in the sky. If you think about it, we are stardust, so I'm glad to shine with you," you say out of the blue, making him raise an eyebrow while he lets out a chuckle. You let him pull the covers over you both, pulling you close so your head rests on his chest.

"But the stars don't shine, they burn."

You look up at him, your lips parted. "You think? I think if I were a star I'd just twinkle," you say, planting a gentle kiss on his collarbone. Diluc rolls his eyes, leaning down to kiss the shell of your ear.

"You'll see yourself in turn, I promise."

[mysticstarlightduck]

Magic System, But Badly Tag! (1)

Thank you so much for the tag @cowboybrunch (here)!

Rules: Explain the magic system of your current WIP as poorly as possible. Bonus points if you use bullet points.

Let's talk about the magic system of Song of Thorns (:

Elemental

ATLA vibes but medieval

someone really should keep an eye on the Initiates - these angsty teenagers with a god complex should not be left unattended

Powers range from "Look, I can light a candle with the tip of my finger, isn't it neat?" to "I CAN CONTROL THE STORMS, FEAR ME" and it is complicated

Lesson No. 1 - Don't trust the nice instructors on the weird-looking trial maze or you will die = STREET SMARTS

who cares about reading all those ancient tomes, let's improvise in the middle of an untamed wilderness or ocean brimming with wild magic, now that's a good idea

Animus Codex

soul magic with a celestial's blessing

can weave fates, lives, and entire existences with a series of secret runes on a specific set of cards/tablets

a select group of people know what tf is going on with this magic but everyone is too afraid to really ask

rune casting requires ancient magic components that definitely are anything but safe

either the celestials loved this civilization way too much or hated it with a passion

Sanguinex Arts (human only)

Lazy human royals really wanted to be vampires but didn't want to transform themselves and made it everyone's problem

"Can I copy your homework?" "No, absolutely not -!" "Too late already did it."

A cheap knockoff of something beyond mortal comprehension created by an insane set of human sorcerers who could not give less of a fuck

"I think I understand how they do it" - they did not, in fact understand how it was done

Feast your eyes on the eldritch abominations and trauma inducing shite created by human stupidity at its finest

A distortion of all that is moral and decent, used by the royals to expand their lifespans and oppress those who do not have access to their power

A generally bad time

Traditional Hemomancy (Vampyr/Fey only)

an ancient Vampyr tradition, tied to their very existence (and which was cheaply copied by humans to create the Sanguinex)

"General rule of thumb - do not piss off a vampire who has something or someone to protect, unless you fancy seeing how your insides look on the outsides"

Create & Destroy, Life & Death - this magic can heal or kill and is connected to the balance of nature

Blood Magic mixed with Matter Manipulation

"Roses are red, violets are blue, if the moon turns crimson you'll die soon" - a lesson some characters in this book should've learned before venturing further into this land

generally chill and laid back sorcerers who really don't want to have to use their powers to hurt people and just wanna have a good time

Alchemical Sorcery

Fucked Around and Found Out, Special Edition.

Potions slowly change you to be able to cast magic but it's fine because you know what you're doing. Hopefully.

Chemical components and suspicious magical ingredients create unforeseen creations = chemistry magic

You are cursed with the knowledge you wish you never had

Need to go to an elite academia to get a certificate permission in case you blow stuff up with your alchemy

Let's shape the very matter of existence after chemistry class 101

Melodis Mortem (forbidden)

"The Song of the Dead" - just a fancy name for a bunch of academia dropouts practicing off-the-book necromancy in a cult.

Let's raise your great-grandpa from beyond the grave because what could possibly go wrong- and he is now a murderous ghoul. Yeah, my bad. We'll do better next time.

Necromancer bards

All these books, guidelines and bloodied ritual circles might just be a way of hiding the fact they don't know what tf they're doing and are relying on lucky improv most of the time.

🎶Spooky scary skeletons send shivers down your spine🎶

"Well, well, well if it isn't the Consequences of my actions."

Mechana Ignis (elven only, secret)

combustion magic

steampunk/solarpunk elf society

gunpowder/"Sunpowder" go brr

"Nah, we ain't sharing this with you lunatics, bruv. This is our magic that goes boom and pew-pew on command. Not yours, nuh-uh, you're too fucking crazy to use it responsibly."

elves bored with eternity decide to do cool science stuff to pass the time and the world isn't ready for it

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@the-ellia-west, @winterandwords, @cowboybrunch, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@leave-her-a-tome, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Shelly's playing DND???

Undertale Sans - He's a bard. He's a pretty terrible bard actually but somehow he manages to succeed in the most stupid ways possible. He ruined the gamemaster's game by beating the boss into a dance contest and forcing it to give up its evil intentions by losing.

Undertale Papyrus - He's a paladin, and he's quite good at his job. The only problem is that he fails all his dice rolls when he has to save his partners' lives so in the end there's only him still standing while everyone is agonizing on the floor.

Underswap Sans - He plays an overpowered time magician that can erase any action he doesn't like before it happens. Blue wants the plot to go the way he wants and keeps erasing everyone's actions which is slowly starting to piss out his friends.

Underswap Papyrus - He's a thief and he prefers to steal his friends' stuff than focusing on the plot. Which became hilarious when a freaking huge kraken attacked them and neither the warrior or the barbarian could find where their weapon went.

Underfell Sans - He's a gnome and his main trait is that he can only talk with insults. He's taunting all the enemies, and his partners, and everyone is always trying to kill him. He's hiding in holes they can't reach to make them even madder.

Underfell Papyrus - He's a paladin, obviously, and the group's leader. He's taking his job very seriously and elaborates on the most complex war strategies. Do not make him play with Undyne or they will argue for hours because they can't agree on how to surprise the final boss, and eventually start fighting for real to prove who is right.

Horrortale Sans - Ok, so he agreed to play, but after ten minutes, he forgot. And now he is just wondering if he drank something weird because all of his friends are pretending to be wizards or some shit and they keep insisting he acts like one too. He thought he was the only one with memory problems. That's just scary now.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's a pacifist elf druid and he's using animals to deal with different situations. He didn't have an idea for how he would name his loyal dog companion so he named it like one of his cows. His real-life cow decided to invite herself in his house in the middle of the game and knocked the table over. Oops.

Swapfell Sans - He's a powerful fire wizard and he's a public danger. He keeps failing his dice rolls and shooting randomly at his partners. He killed two of them already, and since he's so bad at his job, the game master made a plot twist and made him the main villain of the game. Now he has to kill his partners but for real and he's so happy about it!

Swapfell Papyrus - He's the game master, he's crazy, and he's horrible with the players. He keeps torturing them with impossible enigmas and unbeatable bosses just to see them panic and run in circles trying to dodge the bullet and find a way out of the room. He's the worst bully ever and he has no regret about it.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's a blacksmith, he's making weapons and shiny things to trade for services. His charm level is so high he recruits most of the antagonists and forces them to work for him, waiting to have enough to make an army.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He wanted to be a warrior, but, uh... He didn't liked it and switched to a monk... Which he didn't like so he switched to a bowman... No one is sure what he's playing now, but he's playing it!

[octarinecat]

All about my Tav Fuchsia 1/3

Here I collected all info about my Tav, Fuchsia.

This is a part one, look for other parts here:

one (basics, appearance, health, equipment),

two (personality, past) -to be announced,

three (platonic relationships, love, summary) -to be announced.

Thanks to @immolateme for making and sharing their sheet with questions, this helped me A LOT!

It will be a long and boring post made in 3 parts, so bring some snacks with you if you want to read everything at once! Warning about NSFW content on last 3/3 page! Let's go!

Basics.

Name: Fuchsia.

Meaning/thought behind name: Fuchsia is a flower that symbolise confiding love, confidence in a person, friendship, and amiability. Beside that: deep love, grace, trust and healing. Might be cheesy, but she didn't choose her name.

Nickname(s): "Clumsy".

Story behind nickname(s): If anyone has to drop a glass or hit the edge of the table, she will always be there. She is not agreeing with this nickname.

Gender: Female.

Pronouns: She/her.

Race: Asmodeus Tiefling. Age: Middle aged, about 30+ in human years.

Birthday: Middle of the winter. That's why he hates winter. It's too cold.

Class: Bard, but close to druid sometimes.

Alignment: Chaotic neutral.

Deity: None.

Appearance

Body: Normal, healthy body with tail and horns as tiefling should have.

Build: She have there some muscles, but not too much visible.

Height: 170cm / 5'7" .

Weight: 69kg / 152 lbs.

Skin tone: Pale purplish shade.

Distinguishing features: big eyes (purple and second one is bluish purple), horns & tail (normal for tieflings), pinkish tips of horns.

Most prominent features: unusual for tieflings skin shade.

Scars: She have few, but they are not important.

Birthmarks: Like before, nothing special.

Tattoos: She is wearing flower tattoo on left side of her neck and also extra hidden one on her right feet. Not that much hidden, but she is not speaking about it.

Hands: Delicate and clever, made for art.

Feet: Nothing special about them, slender, right one have tattoo.

Head: We all have one, it's normal. Pointy ears.

Face shape: Typical for tieflings. High cheekbones. Oval shape. Hairstyle: She is wearing braids almost all the time, when in camp she is untying them or making quick up-do. Loose hair only for special occasions.

Hair colour: White with purple /blue grey undertones.

Eye shape: Big, oval shape.

Eye colour: Thanks to Volo they now have different colours. One (original one) have black sclera and purple pupil, other one have white sclera with purple-bluish shades of pupil.

Makeup: Dark deep grey shadows around her eyes, dark fuchsia tint on her lips and tips of her horns.

Health

Disabilities: none.

Chronic illness: none.

Mental health: It is weak. More in her story -lore category.

Allergies: cow milk and ignorance.

Other: Her spine isn't in the best condition and her knees are always squeaking.

Equipment

Weapons: She would like to not use any, but others stopped her from that stupid idea. She received blade from Astarion to at least try to defend herself when in need (and not give helpless look to others).

Type of weapon: Knife of the Undermoutain King (light shortsword).

Preferred melee weapon: None.

Preferred ranged weapon: None.

Adventuring gear: She is wearing her lute to chant.

Clothing/armour: Adamantine scale mail (all incoming damage is reduced by one).

Shield: None. She have people for that! Minsc and Astarion for example.

Headgear: She don't like to wear any headgear, natural beauty only with horns.

Cloak: She is wearing one, she is getting cold easily. Fleshmelter cloak (melee attacker gains acid damage).

Hand-wear: Hellraider's Pride (when healing someone giving them extra buffs).

Footwear: Boots of Brilliance (restore bardic inspiration).

Camp outfit: Leather leggings and loose shirt on top, probably white or purple.

Jewellery: Usually no rings on hands, only on special occasions (ring of poison resistance). She is wearing few bracelets on her left hand.

Necklaces: Silver one with small amethyst (amulet with Misty Step). Link to part 2: will be here (I'm still working on it).

[knightmareaceblue]

I had an idea for an animation vs. DnD type thing. Don't know if I'm going to do anything with it, but I liked the concept and characters I came up with for it, so I decided to draw them.

Some notes:

-TSC is the DM, and thus doesn't have a character. Green's character Limerick, however, has a twin sister in his backstory, so with Green's permission Second designed her to look like them. It looks like the two have matching headbands, but actually Limerick is just wearing Melody's. :(

-As a DM, Second is very good at weaving together a world and story, and successfully ties everyone's backstories in with the main plot. They are also, however, a bit controlling and easily annoyed. Red and Purple often get things thrown at them by Second for going too off track or just being plain stupid.

-Blue's character Azure (neutral good) is technically the party leader, having been the one to gather the party and issue the main quest. They are not, however, very good at keeping the party on track. Especially Spark and Amethyst.

-Limerick is a true neutral bard that got double classed as a fighter when the sticks realized they didn't have a lot of physical fighters in their party. He's also the most stand-offish member of the group.

-Yellow's character Spark was originally going to be a chaotic evil character, but some pouting and pleading from Red and Blue caused them to relent and change to chaotic neutral. They were a little annoyed about this, but whatever.

-All of the characters' backstories take a little influence from their actual lives. Red's druid/ranger Carmine (chaotic good), however, is the one where it's most obvious, having spent much of their childhood being possessed by a forest god before breaking free, fighting them, and then the two coming to a truce and the forest god training Carmine in the art of the druid. It may look like he's wearing fur pants, but they're actually made of leaves.

-When being handed a character sheet for a rouge, Purple demanded to know why everyone assumed they'd pick that class. Red, who had been sent to get them, responded, "Well, what else would you be?" Purple couldn't respond and just huffily filled out the character sheet. Their character Amethyst is a chaotic neutral.

-MT was a last minute edition to the game, having been guilt-tripped/emotionally manipulated by Purple into joining. His barbarian Bronze seems like a chaotic neutral, but they're actually lawful neutral: They just follow barbarian law instead of the law of the country. TSC is the only one aware of this, and silently finds it hilarious.

Some Shenanigans:

-Each party member has their own motive to join Azure's quest to save the world: Bronze because of honour and also this kid's stupid and will get themselves killed if they let them go alone, Carmine because the world-ending quest has put the forest and the forest god in danger and he wants to save them, Amethyst for the promise of safety and security afterwords, Spark because research for her magical weapons, and Limerick because Azure agreed to help him with a personal matter in exchange.

-Limerick originally didn't start out with a cape. Upon realizing every other character had a cape however (Yellow tried to argue that Spark's poncho thing didn't count, but Green said it counted in spirit), they decided Limerick had to have one too. TSC said that since character creation is over, they'd have to buy a cape at the nearby town. This caused Green to get annoyed and reject every cape they 'found' in the shops. It went on like this for a while until TSC got bored and turned it into an insane side quest, complete with a vampire mafia. Limerick staked the boss vampire and stole their cape.

-Bronze is a hunter; Carmine is a vegan. They get into quite a few arguments because of this and more than once Carmine would sabotage Bronze's hunts and get them into trouble with whatever the highest level monster in the area was. Consequentially, Bronze is a little better at stealth than your average barbarian.

-Purple has a bad habit of taking inter-party conflict too personally, and at some points gets legitimately upset. They repeated have to be reminded that it's just a game, and occasionally Second will call timeout for them to cool off.

-Every weapon except Limerick's lute has a magical gem on it to enhance it's abilities. Spark has stolen the gem off every weapon except Amethyst's Golden Moon Dagger (which they can never pass the check to steal) at least once for their magical experiments.

-The most loyal, trustworthy, and responsible member of the party is Bronze. Everyone but Purple finds this surprising. The second most is Azure, but they're incredibly naive and keep getting the party into trouble by trying to help people.

-Yellow wants their character to betray the party at some point, and then have a redemption arc. Second is the only one who knows about this, and they're all for it.

-Green is convinced the campaign will have a happy ending, because 'Sec is a sucker.' He isn't wrong.

[littleshopofchaos]

Thinking about things lately.

I'm sorry I fuck up sometimes. I'm trying to support you guys with good intentions, I don't want to be an asshole. I want a free Palestine, I want to care so much about real world problems but it's so draining and depressing that I'm genuinely not allowed by my psychiatrists and family to watch the news. I'm so tired of seeing my friends targeted for shit, simply for being queer, jewish, autistic, disabled, and more.

I've said some stupid things in my past but I'm trying to learn from my mistakes. I want my blog to be a positivity zone for writeblr and any arts and crafter. Or anyone for that matter

Fuck AI.

I'm happy doing what I do - reading, arts and crafts, tiktok, YouTube ect. I love interacting with you all.

My inbox is always open for venting, happy stuff, arts and crafts stuff, writing stuff. Whatever you god damn want except for hate. Hate is not wanted and I'm tired of tumblr thinking it's cool to promote hate and all that shit

If you're reading this: Stay awesome, stay cool, take care of yourselves and take time for yourself when you need it. Don't beat yourself up all the time

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[jujutsukatsuki]

A fire was set in your heart the day you met him. His long red hair pulled into a high ponytail, white collared shirt unbuttoned, a bored expression on his face as he sipped his glass of water.

He was beautiful.

It started off simple, saying hi to him whenever you saw him, soft smiles that slowly melted the ice he formed around his heart.

It gradually turned into stopping to chat whenever you two saw one another in passing. He’d tell you that you looked beautiful and how wonderful it was to see you again.

It became two am meet ups at one another’s home when the other couldn’t sleep. Going from sleeping in separate rooms in the same house to sleeping in the same bed on a particularly cold night.

The first kiss was heavy breathing and the ghostly feeling of each others lips brushing together. He gave you a genuine smile that night, a big grin that reached his eyes.

The next step was you helping him in the tavern all the time. Always right there to look up from taking a customers order to smile at the man you loved.

The once thick and frozen layer of ice around his heart melted whenever you looked at him. You were his world. His sunshine on a gloomy day. His stars in the black night.

Diluc loved you. So when you agreed to move into his home, he was like a child in Christmas. He was happy to help you put your clothing away in his dressers and closets.

Adelinde, the head maid of Dawn Winery, had never seen the boy she knew from a young age look so happy after all the tragedies he had to bare.

The maid watched from the shadows as you and Diluc cooked in the kitchen together, normally he’d leave it to the maids but this was his way to spend time with one another. The mother figure simply giggled as Diluc shared jokes and stories of him and his estranged blue brother.

Diluc was happy. As he deserved to be.

Now if only he could get that stupid bard to stay out of his tavern, life would be perfect.