#technically its the ELF

[inferusrf]

New Era AU out of context

Sirin on Sirin violence

[usagifuyusummer]

Timmy with his found family your honour. *sobs furiously*

[pigdemonart]

Tried my hand at drawing the characters from Los Brujos as different Dungeon Meshi races. Super fun little challenge!

Their “official” versions if they were part of this universe are the portraits with the circles in the bg.

Patreon | Ko-Fi

[narts-kakashi-doll]

Funny that chilchuk has a thing for pretty blondes and ended up on a team that's half pretty blonde... Mr tims do u have anything to say for urself...

[azaisya]

One of my players ran a heist oneshot! So I rolled up stats for a shadow sorcerer of mine. She's also from House Roselorre, so her whole family is full of wizards and sorcerers. The shadow magic was a complete surprise to her parents and caused multiple crises so she tries not to use it too publicly

[simsdaughters]

H. Galvus.

[rolilith]

btw this is namu hes a little silly ╮(╯▽╰)╭

[targaryenfamilyorgy]

Both decisions with the haunted, nasty, old bath water in dai have always been dissatisfying to me and I realize now it’s bc I was trying to pick who ‘deserved’ it more. Like I was looking for someone to have more of a claim to it. But that’s stupid so whatever. Merrill would have loved it tho, she’d be like “yay! Gonna add this to the collection of stuff trying(and failing) to haunt me”

[of-light-and-shadow]

𝓐 𝓕𝓮𝓵-𝓣𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼 World of Warcraft OCxOC Action/Adventure/Romance/Hurt/Comfort Short Story

"See the stars? I made a wish on one, and I got you." -Unknown

~~

The evening is peaceful and serene. Lately, Vela has found herself enjoying these quiet moments more and more. As she tidies up the kitchen, humming contently, she sets aside a bowl of dinner for her husband Keth'ys when he returns from his night out with Enkeadu. The thought brings a smile to her face; her friend truly is blessed. Despite the unexpected turn of events and the suddenness of finding his daughter, Enk now has a precious little girl in his life who is already so loved and cherished by all around her.

A part of Vela can't help but feel envious.

Her shoulders slump and her hands grip the fabric of her dress tightly as she shakes her head. They've talked about it before, or at least they've mentioned it in passing. But the one time she brought it up to Keth'ys, it was clear that he didn't want to discuss it further. The front door slides open, breaking Vela out of her reverie. A smile spreads across her face as she watches her husband enter, shrugging off his coat and hanging it on a nearby chair. He immediately wraps his arms around her, kneeling down so they can embrace comfortably. She buries her face in his neck and he hums softly, making her feel safe and loved.

"Did you have a good evening?" She asks as she pulls away, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek before scurrying back to the bowl she had set aside for him. He watches her closely as she turns to present it to him, curiosity evident in his eyes as the light from the hearth catches the jewelry on his horns. "Keth'ys?"

He blinks and nods, standing to his full height before crossing the space between them. Vela squeaks in surprise as he picks her up again, quickly discarding the bowl onto a nearby table before carrying her to his chair nearby. The warmth of the fire fills her as she settles into her husband's embrace, running her hands through strands of his loose hair.

"Is everything alright?"

It takes him a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking, "Do you still want children?"

Out of all the things he could have brought up, this certainly catches Vela off-guard. She stumbles over her words for a moment, struggling to come up with an answer while he looks at her with such seriousness that it makes her anxious. So she does what she does best and dodges the question.

“So Enkeadu told you then?” She tries to play off her nervousness with a smile as he nods. “Isn’t it exciting? We’ll have to host a party to celebrate. Once the contractors are done with the addition on the house of course. I don’t want to risk the little one getting hurt with all that work getting done. Oh, I never asked Enk her name, you didn’t happen to ask did you?”

She knows she's rambling now, and so does he. Keth’ys pulls her closer, tightening his embrace. “You didn't answer my question,” he reminds her.

Vela glances away, feeling uneasy. "Neither did you," she counters.

He hums sardonically, “I think my question is a bit more important, aye?”

She tries to stand up from his lap, but he tightens his grip as if he won't let her go. Eventually, he loosens his hold and allows her to flee back into the kitchen. Vela busies herself with cleaning the already spotless counter in an attempt to distract herself. She freezes when she feels Keth'ys standing behind her, his shadow looming over her. His hands reach around her, fingers entwining with hers, keeping them still. He rests his head on her shoulder, and she can't help but lean into the familiar warmth of his embrace.

"Vela, do you still want children?" he asks.

She knows she can't escape now. He won't let her until she gives him an honest answer. She hesitates before responding, "We've already discussed this, haven't we? It's a complicated decision, considering all the potential risks—"

"Me avoiding the topic does not make it a discussion," Keth'ys interrupts calmly. "Please, just answer my question. Take away all the external factors and risks: Do you still want to have children with me?"

It pains her to admit: "I don't know..."

"Why?" A simple question, and he doesn't sound angry or disappointed. But for some reason, even saying something as simple as "I don't know" brings her to the brink of tears. He leads her to sit on his lap as they move to the floor, holding her close as she tries to stop crying.

"It's for the best, right?" She’s not sure if she’s trying to convince herself just as much as him. "I mean, what do I really know about being a mother? My own was killed when I was born, and the woman who raised me tried to force me into marriage with a monster. I have no idea how to be a good mother, and who knows if I would end up harming my own child because of that?"

She's trying not to sob, but tears still fall down her face. Keth'ys holds her tighter and wipes away her tears with his thumb. "If you think for one moment that you wouldn't be a good mother, you are much more foolish than I ever thought." He kisses away each tear and speaks softly, "You, my beautiful wife, who is kinder and more caring than this world deserves? You who selflessly puts yourself in harm's way to protect others. The same woman who would give everything she has to a friend in need without a second thought."

He takes her by the chin, tilts her head up, the fel fire in his eyes blazing brightly, “That you still think so little of yourself after all this time? It pains me, my love.”

Vela manages a small smile through her tears and buries her face in his chest as he runs his fingers through her hair. She fiddles with the fabric of his shirt as they share a comforting silence until she finally asks the burning question in her mind: "Why are we suddenly talking about children now?" She adds softly, "You never seemed too interested before."

“That’s true,” He admits, “But that was all before you.”

She looks up at him, seeing his gaze fixed on the distant wall as he deep in thought. "Before you, I didn't care about anything really. Every night was filled with drinking until I could forget and pass out. Injecting myself with who knows what just to chase any kind of buzz. I didn't care if I lived, let alone about having kids. You changed all of that."

He turns to look back at her, a soft smile on his face as he tilts her head up to meet his gaze again. There's a mischievous glint in his eye that makes her blush. "Remember when you screamed my name so pretty for me for the first time?" He whispers, his voice dripping in absolute sin. In an instant, Vela finds herself on her back, Keth'ys looming over her with his black hair cascading around them like a curtain. She nods, feeling breathless as one hand trails down her waist and rests on her hips, gripping the fabric of her dress.

"That night, you fell asleep in my arms. And when I woke up with you still sleeping next to me, it was the first time I felt like my life was truly worth living, and getting to marry you was more than I could ever ask for." He pauses, his expression becoming more serious. "How could I possibly ask for children when I've done so many terrible things? I've taken innocent lives and enjoyed causing pain. How could a monster like me deserve the blessing of children?"

Vela lets out a soft chuckle, "Look at us now, both full of insecurities." She reaches for his hand and entwines her fingers with his, pulling him closer as she shifts her legs to wrap around his waist. Her other hand traces patterns on his shirt, teasingly moving towards the hem tucked into his trousers. "Well luckily, we'll be raising this child together."

Keth'ys lets out a low growl as he tugs up the hem of her dress, a desperate look in his eyes. "Say it then, tell me what you want."

She laughs nervously but with pure joy as she wraps her arms around his shoulders, burns herself on the fel fire she tastes on his kiss. "I want a baby, Keth'ys. With you and only you."

He nicks her lip with one of his fangs as he chuckles, "Anything for you, my love. Always."

[taylordoesdraw]

🎆Happy New Year!🎆

[boyfriendyke]

finally writing stuff for my oc tyffial is so funny because now that im actually fleshing out the world and his backstory and his relationships with people ive acidentally invented six whole new characters. whoops !!!

[tmsigal]

Challenge Day 2 of 30

The fox goblin fae crouched on the ground, snacking on a few spare bones, while staring at the water pane in front of her. By ease of long practice she ignored the argument between the two ghosts happening behind her. She had seen a lot of very strange things in the Wild Ways over the years, strange even by fae standards. But a vertical pool of water, or at least the vertical entrance to a pool of water, wasn’t even on the top fifty. 

It was new though. And she had no idea how big the pool behind it would be, if it was salt or freshwater, if there were other entrances out there somewhere. Did she want to try diving…or well, walking in…and see what happened, or did she want to just walk away? Caution was the better part of not dying, and she was very fond of that. On the other hand, there could be treasure on the other side of that smooth wall of water. She was also very fond of treasure. 

Before she could make a decision, a shadow began to grow in the depths (distance? she hated learning new lingo on the fly), as if something was approaching. 

Were there fish fae? She’d never met a fish fae, or even something like a crab or turtle fae. Wouldn’t that be cool?

Or it could just be a fish or a shark or a whale, and she could try eating it. That would also be very cool. 

But the figure that stepped out of the water pane was not a type of fish fae, although it was a fae. The lithe and willowy body belayed the main type as elvish, even before she saw the ears and eyes. But the giant antlers on the head were a bit unexpected. 

Was this…a moose elf fae? 

That was on the top fifty of strangest things she’d seen in the Wild Ways for sure.

[theygender]

If Bellara really is a mage then it might make more sense for me to play a rogue both for the character I'm building in my brain and also to balance out the party but. I don't really wanna 😭

[novemberocean]

living forever would suck major balls. I can't even handle watching my cat pass away, no way I could do that with people

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

sometimes I think that my Silly Fae Novel That I Will Definitely Actually Write Sometimes has nothing to offer the public

and then I remember that there's a character who comes in in the later acts, a High Elf who is a grandson(or great-grandson?) of Lughus. He lives in the human realms a lot and tries to pass as human, and he goes by Hughie.

Hughie Lughus

[bechdelexam]

all christmas movies are bad. this is an unfortunate fact.