#technically he's a half-dragon!

[royaltea000]

I love Bai Long Ma he truly don’t gaf

[the-nothing-maker]

Home is where the heart is

(Alastiel is a vampire lord NPC from @luposlipaphobya's D&D campaign, Une Cour de Chair et de Charme!)

[anabetel35]

Guys hear me out -- Ninjago DR AU where Morro manages to leave the Departed realm (or the space that used to be the Departed realm but is now in the merged lands) and kind of. appears on the ninja's doorstep. He's held on to a bit of his power as a way of defying destiny. The ninja absolutely hate the idea of keeping him around but he's the only one who can properly teach Euphrasia and also knows what's going on in the Departed realm.

And because he's still technically only like fifteen, not having aged since he died, he's now actually more similar in age to Sora, Arin, Wyldfire and Euphrasia than the OG ninja. Even Lloyd is/acts older than him.

He's the designated gay emo cousin of the monastery. People would definetly use that plant mister that Lloyd has on him when he's being annoying if it wouldn't kill him.

[bumblingdragon]

Sooo~

Some stuff happened in our dnd game this weekend... A lot of things :3ccc

[foxieflower]

Of Angels and Demons

[quixot1sm]

[mistfallengw2]

Okay so *takes a deep breath* @commanderhorncleaver

Aurelia was born to two members of the Slash warband, Rheya Fangslash and Vallus Smokeslash. She took her physique and strength from her dam, who was a model Blood soldier and held the highest kill count of the warband and company, and while they weren't very affectionate parents by non-charr standards, they were both proud of her and took great care to make sure Aurelia started play-training as soon as she was able to. Even the rest of the Slash warband liked having her around, and those first months of her life are a warm memory for her.

Aurelia entered the fahrar before she was one year old due to her parents' warband being deployed for a mission in enemy territory, but she felt ready and was eager to make friends with cubs her age. Just as she was left in the "playground" by the Primus, she saw a little group in a corner, and as she moved closer she noticed they were harassing the scrawniest cubs she'd ever seen, calling them freaks for being so small and the fact one of them was albino. Wanting to imitate her dam, who she had seen end many arguments one way or the other, Aurelia went and put herself in between to stop the bullies from being needlessly mean. It didn't take long for the other cubs to get rowdy with the newcomer, and it took just as long for them to realize that she could throw her weight and claws around better than them. While they all got reprimanded for it and she was promptly taken to a healer to fix her broken nose (which left her with a slight bump on the top of her muzzle), she and Obsius became best friends immediately, while Odhran was mostly dragged around by them, his flashy personality still caged in a shy browbeaten demeanor until they managed to crack it. Aurelia's bold introduction and rapidly increasing size made it unlikely for other cubs to pick on her group directly, with only a few of the bullies laughing at them from afar and avoiding direct confrontation. Annoyed by it, she took on a habit of breaking up fights whenever she could, so that she could still land a hit or two on the most annoying bullies, and Obsius and even Odhran joined in once they got more confident and swift on their paws. Not long afterwards, Ardea arrived to join her older sister in the fahrar. While Sidonia was a quiet cub who preferred staying by herself, Ardea wanted to make friends, yet struggled to fit in with others due to having Flame-born dam and not being shy about her fire magic. Even though the little elementalist showed she was perfectly capable of setting fire to her bullies' whiskers and tails, Aurelia decided to intervene anyway, and in no time Ardea openly declared them friends.

The biggest formative moment for Aurelia came after a few months into her education. Her sire arrived at the fahrar one day, bruised and with no light in his eyes, and he took her on a stroll, away from any onlookers, to tell her that her dam had died along with the rest of the Slash warband. At the cub's restrained and "proper soldier" reaction to losing people she loved, Vallus broke down and explicitly told her that, no matter how much he and his dam had wanted her to be the best soldier possible, she should never let the Legion's orders be more important than those who are there at her side. Unknown to either of them, Ardea had accidentally overheard Vallus's talk with the Primus, and she had followed them and heard everything. Later that night, to comfort her friend who kept trying to pretend to not be shaken and sad, Ardea came clean about having eavesdropped and immediately pledged that, when one day she would become Legionnaire, she wouldn't let anything happen to their future warband (de facto forming it).

The twins wanted to be part of the warband immediately, while Sidonia took a minute to convince (wasn't friends with anyone and only accepted because her sister directly asked), and they were all miffed that the adults wouldn't take the bunch yearlings seriously about wanting to be a warband already. As it happened, they stuck together through the years, and four other members joined their ranks at different points in time. Kouran was brought into the warband shortly after its formation. He had just arrived in the fahrar, quite late compared to the average due to her dam's warband's most recent assignment (they got sidetracked escorting merchants after a mission in Lion's Arch, so he spent his first year and a half of life traveling and meeting people from all over Tyria), and being the softest-mannered cub didn't do him any favors, so Aurelia quite literally dragged him into the group on his third day (not first or second because he made excuses, being rightfully afraid of the big cub who hovered around him menacingly). Reeva was initially part of the bullies' group due to her insecurities, and she picked on Kouran a lot, often extending mean jokes to the rest of his warband when they defended him. Eventually Ardea confronted her and clocked her issues to her face, quite harsh yet offering an understanding paw at the same time, so Reeva slowly made the effort to be nicer to them all and even awkwardly apologized to Kouran (they became best buddies and even dated for a while in their teen years), switching to their group when they offered her to be in the warband. Lupita and Rorick were happily doing their own thing for a few years, quiet and mostly sticking to their own company as they were not particularly social: she was wild and rarely verbal with anyone but him and her pet, while he was a bookworm who creeped others out with his necromancy. At some point Lupita became friendly with Reeva and Kouran because they gave treats to her pet, but she only started clicking with the others when the twins followed and helped her out during one of her nighttime kitchen raids, which became a non-infrequent occurrence with their help. Rorick was asked to join another fledgling warband, but decided to follow Lupita and accept the offer of the new friends she'd made, in due time opening up to them as well.

Their teen years were fairly standard and uneventful, other than the annoyance of their more rigid instructors whenever during training they opted for "creative solutions" to a given assignment yet still got results. Aurelia and Ardea got together at some point, to no one's surprise. Being such a long-standing and tightly-knit warband with a near perfect record, they picked the name "Dragon" for themselves as the overhyped teens that they were, basing it on the fact that no beast stood a chance against them during training and that their Legionnaire's fire magic was "as strong as a dragon's breath".

Their initial years of active duty were marked by an immaculate streak of successes with no casualties of their own, continuing their trend of creatively reinterpreting any orders they found debatable, all in the spirit of leaving no charr behind. While their superiors were irked by their frequent disobedience, they still got excellent results no matter the kind of mission, and their peers liked working alongside them because, well, they liked the higher chances of keeping their hide intact.

Three years into service, however, their streak was broken during a huge operation. The Legions had decided to work together against Flame in an attempt to push into their territory and secure a hold on the region, and the primary objectives went well, but then the enemy fiercely struck back and the plans shifted, between large casualties and the loss of dangerous artifact they had recovered. During all that, Dragon had done their usual shenanigans in order to rescue three warbands that had gotten stuck behind enemy lines, and a Centurion got mad enough at the loss of two tanks that he sent them to a minor outpost near the backlines. There they would act as useless backup to one of the many small operations in that area, which in practice meant waiting for a specialized team to infiltrate an enemy base and watch it explode from afar. Needless to say, they ignored the orders to stay put the moment they sensed something wasn't right, and that small insubordination ended up saving the mission, killing off a particularly powerful shaman that was hiding in that area and retrieving one of those dangerous artifacts that had empowered him. While they were ultimately proud of what they had accomplished in their own way, the cost of it harshly sobered them up: most of the warband only suffered mild injuries, but Kouran was maimed and nearly died in the heroic sacrifice that killed the shaman, while Ardea got severely wounded and miscarried the cub she had wanted so much yet didn't even know she was carrying at the time. In a cruel twist of irony, Aurelia discovered she was pregnant at the same time, and Ardea begged her to keep the cub, as she was likely not able to have them anymore.

That blasted mission granted them quite the share of recognition (the team they saved had quite a reputation) and they were awarded a long leave to recover from their injuries. They all struggled to adjust to what happened, their youthful bravado shattered by how close they got to losing more than one of their own. Due to an amputated foot and crippling nerve damage, Kouran soon told them that he'd be retiring from the warband, and it was a blow so hard that they decided to change their name from Dragon to Wing, only strengthening their resolve to keep "winging it" in order to lessen that kind of cost for anyone. Aurelia had Adamas a few months later, and while she found it hard to be "motherly" for a number of reasons (feeling like she had "taken" what her mate had wanted so bad, on top of awkward physical changes and overall thinking herself unfit for the role), Ardea doted on him for both of them. By the time their little diamond was ready to join the fahrar, Kouran's "All-Legions" experimental fahrar project was approved (as one of the failed attempts of a certain ruinous imperator, who at that point wanted to secure the warband's favor for his own schemes). While Wing was already back to active duty, they still visited the fahrar whenever possible to make sure their old bandmate was doing fine, and so that Ardea and Aurelia could make extra sure that Adamas was doing his best (and so that he could get properly pampered by the first).

In the following years, albeit with more wisdom and weathered competence than they used to have, Wing kept at it with their shenanigans, always making superiors too mad to consider promoting them. Help on that front came from the newly befriended Burst warband, whose Legionnaire became Ardea's pupil and climbed to the rank of Centurion in order to more freely enact their creative methods, and Aurelia found the best drinking-and-bar-brawling buddy in Daunte. Wing slowly but surely made a name for themselves across the Legions as an elite warband capable of handling difficult missions with minimal casualties, and while they weren't "famous" in the real sense (most charr knew Ardea at most), troops knew of their exploits well enough that even superiors who disliked them admitted their presence was good for raising morale.

By all means, Aurelia thought her life was as good as it could be.

Then, one day, Kralkatorrik awoke.

[rakkikuroba]

Okay but imagine being Durge’s kid and one of your uncle is a dragon?

[mordremrose]

I’m just gonna write a little thing! A little thought for Bloom, nothing too intense, just so I don’t forget it!

1000 words later? Whoops

Writing below the cut, major spoilers for the end of Heart of Thorns and implied End of Dragons spoilers but nothing explicit from EoD :]

Bloom

“Kill me, Commander.” Trahearne could hear his own voice tremble, as horror overtook his dear friend’s face. Around them all, their friends— Rytlock, Caithe, Canach, Marjory, Braham— were exhausted. Worn thin by the fight against the jungle dragon, both physical and within the Dream.

“What? No! Mordremoth is dead. We destroyed its mind from the inside.” The commander protested, their fingers curled around the hilt of Caladbolg.

“But I still hear its voice.” Trahearne looked down at his hands, twisted and blighted as they were. His body was not his— he was corrupted. It was only cruel fate that he had kept his mind this long. Or perhaps something more sinister.

“Mordremoth is alive. One last hateful vestige… a terrible seed, planted deep in my mind.”

Trahearne’s hands curled into fist, as he took a deep steadying breath.

“You must kill me, Commander, before that seed grows. Before… before Mordremoth reclaims what it has lost.”

He reached out now, hands on his friend’s shoulders. The tears streaming down their face broke his heart. He did not want this. He didn’t want to hurt them, to see them suffer so.

Trahearne wished there was another way.

“What is left of me can’t survive on its own, my friend.” He croaked, and felt the Commander tremble beneath his hands. Were they always so small?

“Strike now or—“

Against his will, a rage rose up. A sick bile that boiled in his stomach and burned through his chest as his mind lurched.

Through his mouth, Mordremoth spoke.

“I am the future! I am this world! You cannot destroy me!” The dragon roared, hands tightening around the commander.

“Run while you can!” It took everything he had left to force his fingers to uncurl, to release the commander even as the dragon wanted to tear them to shreds to be remade anew.

Caladbolg flashed in the corner of his eye.

“No!” The commander yelled. Strike true my friend! Trahearne wanted to yell. But he couldn’t, and his mind went dark.

There was no great explosion. There was no dying scream.

If you asked those present what happened, none of them gave any concrete answer.

Canach hesitated to answer, but would confirm that Mordremoth was no longer hounding his mind, or any of the sylvari.

All Rytlock would say was that the confrontation wasn’t pretty.

Caithe mourned Trahearne, in her quiet and melancholic manner, and asked not to push the matter further.

Braham would scowl, shake his head, and shove his way past, unwilling or perhaps unable to describe that final blow.

Marjory Delaqua, normally so elegant and clever with her words, who could see the twists of a plot before anyone else— when she was asked, she could only shake her head and reply ‘I don’t know’.

The Commander didn’t answer at all, because no one was able to find them to ask.

Eventually, researchers at the newly established lab of Rata Novus confirmed what the entire world held its breath to hear.

Mordremoth was dead. He had to be, to explain the slow steady trickle of magic escaping the jungle, supposedly as the dragon… decayed wasn’t the right word, but it conveyed the idea well enough. It was a slow death, they said, not quite the explosive reaction from Zhaitan, who had gorged itself on magic before its death, but a gradual decay. It changed things, about magic, about how the people of Tyria and the soon to be established Dragon’s Watch understood the flow of magic around and through the Elder Dragons. But it was dead.

It had to be.

He woke up. His body ached, as it always did, as he woke. A consequence of being too bigsmall. He stirred slowly, limbs stretching out and tail dragging behind. He had buried himself beneath massive vines this time, the weight of them both familiar and restricting. These conflicting sensations, the constant disagreement with himself… it was the only thing he could rely on. Even his name escaped his memory, although he could hear whispers of it on the edges of his mind.

Traherdremaneth.

It didn’t matter, really.

He moved slowly, not truly wanting to rise, but knowing he must.

He was something in between, and there was no stillness for him. No place of his own.

His one companion, if you could call it that, would be upon him soon. A dogged purserer, both a thorn in his side and a trusted ally, trailed behind him. For a time he thought they left him— and the feelings that had wrought left him stationary in a deep cave for nearly a week before they had reappeared.

He didn’t want them close, he knew that much, but they were one of the few things he had, a consistency. He couldn’t see them well, not with the distance between them, but he could always make out the broken blade at their hip. The one that made the scar across his chest ache.

He wondered what would happen if he let them get closer. Would they strike? Would they know him?

They were his enemyfriend. What would they make of him? Caution kept him at a distance from them.

The longer he was awake, the more memories he could half-remember.

The Orrian landscape stretches out before him and it reeks of his sibling, twisting beneath the dirt. The undead don’t notice him, not yet, and he can take a moment to look closer at the coral. It was neither alive nor dead. Not unlike himself and yet so different to him or anything he had ever encountered before.

He missed his siblings, their quiet talks among the then empty roots, among safe coils with their constant presence around him. They were too distant to feel or simply gone now and it unnerved him. This was wrong. Perhaps they could help him make it right.

There was one other thing, other than his sort-of companion and his unsteady roiling mind, that remained constant. And this was the true constant. A steady beacon, that he could not see or hear, but simply felt in a way that he could not describe. A magnetic sort of pull that had him orbiting closer and closer.

It drew him in, out of the depths and dark underbelly of the jungle and the cave systems, towards the strange golden stones, the elegant walls meant to keep out creatures that wished to destroy the beacon. He was not welcome there, not yet, even though he meant no harm. He just needed to be closer.

He didn’t know how he knew that. He just knew it.

[warlordfelwinter]

would you still love me if i was a worm snake

idk sometimes you just want to draw a big eye. the fun of this is really that i just started on a dark canvas and went for it with very little sketching or planning and just kinda fucked around with the gouache brushes trying to get to the image in my head. and i remembered that csp does timelapses so

[azaisya]

Picking outfits is hard when you're a werewolf in a monster-hunting empire and also you're fuzzy and your House is known for wearing clothes that cover as little as possible.

(this is from an au of my campaign! the werewolf is not mine, and the entire premise of the au is that she gets raised as a noble in the arcane noble House instead of as a farmer, and the monster-obsessed heir to the House gets to bother her. he also has opinions about fashion.)

[starlit-mansion]

Even tho i have been unable to put pen to tablet and draw them lately, i am still always thinking about my precious ocs

The current thing that is amusing me is the idea after their adventuring days are over and neil is uncursed and they've settled down in port emmerledge, gideon sometimes refers to neil as a """"sorcerer"""" in a snotty tone of voice, which people who aren't in the know think is just the standard wizardly opinion that sorcerers are nepo babies, and it never actually tips neil's hand of being a whole ass dragon who spends 95% of his time as a humanoid

[helisol]

icons of tabletop characters in various stages of realism but also. have this cringefail study of mika pikazos style.

[mrburnsnuclearpussy]

My fantasy au is so cringe it’s so cringe I don’t even wanna share it but also I wanna draw it so maybe..

[cantolopejeevas]

This is a character I made for a wintery/Christmas one-shot we’re doing soon. His name is Arauthix Amalsige and he’s a sad sad samurai boy just trying to do his best to be happy. Boy howdy, is it hard, though.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 266

Back on my Danny & Ras frienemies/rivals/maybe-lovers-nobody-can-tell-their-signals-are-very-mixed train. 

See, Danny has gone through time a lot. Often. It comes with being Clockwork’s charge-son-thing and honestly he finds it fun. And several times he’s used this time travelling to get some training in. Enter Ras, stage left, also a teen at the time and also learning swordsmanship from the same person. 

And they… utterly despise each other. They would kill the other for an apple slice, if the other one would die! But also, only they can kill the other, as it is obviously their right! 

And well, they keep running into each other. It has been a hundred years, surely the other would die by now? But of course their rival would live through utter spite. Probably to spite them specifically. 

The amount of times they have ended up sparring- trying to kill each other or not- the moment they see the other is actually ridiculous. But time is also passing. And… Danny understands, not having another to talk about things people are forgetting, or have already forgotten. 

How they ended up actually talking without a murder attempt was a long story that included a demon, a dragon, a pair of fae, some bandits, and a lot of alcohol, but it happened. And then it happens again. And again, and now it’s just kind of normal to share a drink after their spars, talking about things that no longer exist, and things they miss. 

Sure Danny can go back in time again, but he knows better than to do it willy nilly. He’s matured, he’s been an adult for a hundred years now, he knows there’s consequences for messing with time, even with Clockwork’s blessings. 

The first time they got married was technically for an undercover assassination. Well, Ras was there to assassinate someone, Danny was there to grab an artifact that should Not be in the realm of the living. And they got divorced after, it was fine. 

They just, also got married again when they met a few years later, for another job. And… okay, so maybe they have gotten married over a dozen times now and only divorced like half of those times. Half of those were for the bit or while drunk! 

And even if technically they’re married or shared a bed, it’s not like they're exclusive! As Ras’ daughters’ existences attest to (adopted in one case or not). They don’t exactly have a label for their relationship, despite others asking for one or trying to put a name to it themselves. 

Now Danny knows Ras isn’t exactly a good dude, or at least on the side of ‘good’ as he’s a literal assassin. But he also knows that good? Bad? Rather relative. He had gotten labeled as a villain when he was just trying to help all that time ago after all, and really who was he to tell someone else how to live their life? 

Which brings him to now, where he’s run into his old frienemy-rival and his youngest daughter. Who has a braindead teenager and a small toddler. Which is fine, really- but also, Talia dear, why are you using a brain dead teenager to guard your three year old son? 

…

Okay, Talia dear, Ras (Derogatory), why are you using your brain dead son and grandson to guard your younger son and grandson? Do you not have the Pits, which you were soo proud about Ras? Yes, he will spar with you, but for Realms’ sake, heal, what’s his name? Ah yes, go heal Jason and he’ll actually stick around for a few years, deal? Good.