#theran wolf

[loyaldogmeat]

sorry for not posting in a while

for some reason I keep being like "I'm a therian" "I'm not a therian" and I go back and forth, I think the hate therians get is too much, we're not hurting anyone and all you're doing is making things insecure when you could be putting that energy towards much better things

[b1narysol0]

I posted 167 times in 2022

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I tagged 152 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

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#30 microfic challenge - 12 posts

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#alaitha bisera - 6 posts

#dames and dragons - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 127 characters

#i realized recently that part of the reason i'm a perfectionist is because i'll end up eternally regretting every minor mistake

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Prompt list here.

9. Sickness

Fandom: Wayfarer IF

Characters: Sienna (Sen) Theran x Aeran Kellis

Words: 140

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Sen’s first few nights after coming to on the Dareia are a blur. They're weak and feverish, especially at night. Their sleep is broken by nightmares so terrible they wake up screaming, though they have no memory of what they contain.

Every time they wake, though, Aeran is there. Arms wrapped tight around them, fingers tangled in their hair. They cling to him, more tightly and desperately than they would under other circumstances. “Please stay,” they whisper. “Please, please stay.”

Sometimes they fall asleep like that, face buried in his chest. As they drift in and out of sleep, they’re vaguely aware of him stroking their hair, pressing a kiss to the top of their head. They’re never sure if it’s real or a dream. By the time they wake the next morning he’s always gone.

8 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

#4

Prompt list here.

8. Friendship

Fandom: Wayfarer IF

Characters: Alaitha (Alay) Bisera & Aeran Kellis

Words: 255

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The wound is bad enough that Aeran has to half carry Alaitha up the hill. When they’re far enough away he helps her onto a turned over log. Her side is screaming with pain, but she keeps her hand pressed to it, feeling the blood pulse beneath her palm.

“Let me see, let me see.” Aeran gently pulls her hand away to take a look at her wound. Tears prick at the corner of her eyes, it hurts so much. If it were anyone but Aeran here, she’d be ashamed.

“It’s not the worst,” he says, pulling out his med kit. “It’s deep, but it’s clean.”

She nods. She’s shaking, a thin sheen of sweat on her face. “I’m such an idiot,” she says. “I should have seen him. I should have—”

He waves her words away, brow furrowed as he focuses on cleaning the wound. Alaitha goes quiet, gripping his arm as he applies stinging disinfectant. She feels like a little kid again, getting upset about something and Aeran running to her rescue. Like her real big brothers and sisters never had.

How did I get so used to not having him around? she thinks idly as he dresses the wound. How did I ever manage on my own?

“There,” he says. He smiles, that kind, big brotherly smile that only seems to come out now during times like this. “Good as new.”

She smiles back, and she wonders if he still sees her as that loud mouthed ten-year-old, running to keep up.

9 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

#3

Prompt list here.

11. Travel

Fandom: Wayfarer IF

Characters: Alaitha (Alay) Bisera, Aeran Kellis, Brissa Varyn

Words: 228

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Varyn has long since fallen asleep in the carriage, leaving Alaitha and Aeran awake and too excited to sleep. They peer out the windows as the carriage travels on through the darkness. They giggle and jostle each other, pointing out the lights of distant towns on the horizon or constellations in the sky. At one point they hear a wolf howl, and Aeran starts so badly that Alaitha laughs out loud, quickly stifling it when Varyn stirs in her sleep.

When they tire of looking out the window, they whisper to each other, huddled in the blankets the carriage driver provided them with back in Tyridia.

“Do you think Varyn will let us talk to any important people when we get there?” Alaitha asks.

“Naw. She won’t want a couple of kids getting in her way.”

“Why is she bringing us, then?”

“Who knows why Varyn does anything?”

“Well, I think—”

“We can hear what you think in the morning, Bisera,” Varyn’s sleep laced voice suddenly says. “And Kellis, regardless of why I do what I do, I can tell you that I ask my apprentices to get a full night’s sleep so they aren’t tired in the morning.”

Aeran and Alaitha exchange looks. “Has she been awake the whole time?” Aeran mutters.

Whatever the case, Varyn’s eyes are tightly closed again, as though she never spoke.

9 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

#2

Prompt list here.

7. Romance

Fandom: Wayfarer IF

Characters: Sienna (Sen) Theran x Aeran Kellis

Words: 207

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Aeran paces back and forth across the length of their small apartment. Sen watches from a corner, long hair pulled over one shoulder as they absently comb through it with their fingers.

“Wearing a hole in the floor isn’t going to make things any better,” they say.

“I’m thinking,” he says. “There’s got to be some way for us to get more work.”

And get out of here, Sen adds silently. They’ve barely managed to scrape by since they got here. Still, Sen knows that Aeran working himself up is the last thing they both need.

Sen unfolds themself from their spot on the floor and moves in front of him, blocking his progress across the room. They reach for his hands and squeeze them tight.

“Hey,” they say. “We’ll figure it out.”

Aeran frowns, but clasps their hands back, threading his fingers with Sen’s. His expression softens, and Sen swallows. Music is drifting in through the open window. A street musician. Sen’s surprised they’re playing in the rain, but it’s always raining in Rona.

Dance with me, Sen thinks, looking into Aeran’s blue eyes. Hold me close.

But then he looks away and drops their hands.

10 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Finally getting in on this 30 day microfic challenge folks have been doing on the Wayfarer Discord server. Prompt list here.

First Meeting

Fandom: Wayfarer IF

Characters: Sienna (Sen) Theran

Words: 224

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Sienna stares open-mouthed at the tiny baby lying in Mother’s arms. The whole family is gathered round mother and child in the parlor, jostling, joking, cooing over how little Fios looks more like this relative than that one, over their mop of dark hair and their little fingers and toes.

Sienna hangs toward the fringes of the group, knowing even at age four that it’s better not to draw attention. But Fios is so sweet, gazing at them with bright eyes. Their tiny hands open and close. Unable to help themself, Sienna reaches out and lets their little sibling grasp one of their fingers in a soft, chubby hand.

The perfect moment is broken by a strangled scream from Mother. She yanks the baby out of reach, just as large hands grab Sienna around the waist to drag them roughly from the press of family.

Father puts Sienna down, glaring at the nursemaid. “Take them to their room. Now.” He looks furious. The relatives who aren’t comforting Mother are glaring at Sienna, and Fios’ high-pitched wails fill the room.

I didn’t do anything, Sienna wants to say, as Nurse is dragging them away by the hand. All I did was touch them. I didn’t do anything. But they just stare at their feet as their eyes ache and their throat burns.

15 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

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[velcoriaexploration]

If they had a kid with Harmony and either Theran or perhaps Cardin, if that’s okay.

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

(Gonna go with Cardin since Theran and Harmony have a literal litter already XD)

Name: Axel "Nashoba" Aberei (Nashoba means wolf in Chickasaw)

Gender: Male

General Appearance: (See below)

Personality: Kind, but tends to be initially reserved in social situations. Likes to observe situations before interacting.

Special Talents: He's super good at math like his father and has slightly elevated healing.

Who they like better: He loves his dad, but he's a mama's boy.

Who they take after more: Both Equally

Personal Head canon: He's got his mom's features except for the fangs normally. And while his eyes turn red when he's needing to feed on blood, a once monthly thing, they are usually grey like his mom. His skin also becomes drained of color when he is nearing that monthly situation. Otherwise he's normally only a little lighter than Harmony. He likely will be an only child as the fact that Cardin is even fertile enough to make a dhamphir is a miracle in itself.

Face Claim: (By his features, he needs some blood so he can get the color back in him)

[yourejinx]

//Let me In// (Azriel x F!Reader x OC)

A/N: this is something very new to me, something that i'm still trying out so bear with me. I've got this idea to bring other characters to a side Azriel story, sometimes following the events from the books sometimes not.

SUMMARY: Destiny is a cruel thing, bringing together two people who seem to still be hung up in the past.

WARNINGS: Angst, slow burn.

SIDE NOTE: English isn't my first language so I apologize for any grammar mistakes.

I don't know how I feel about this chapter :/

Dawn Court (Vol.3)

Gold-rose and soft lilac skies welcomed me as I winnowed right into the beautiful gardens of the Dawn Court's mountain palace. I was feeling nauseous and probably looked just the part, because next thing I know two winged guards were instantly by my side as I made my way to the stairs of the Grand Palace. They recognised me as the emissary of the Night Court's political issues, though as a Theran I was always welcomed at the Dawn Court. Apparently the courtiers seemed to enjoy having an "exotic" guest walking among them. It was exciting, i'm guessing, for the many rumors that had extended all across Prythian about the gifts my people possesed.

Some tales were spread through the centuries about us, it was said that we had the gift to predict the future, to turn things into gold, to stop time, and more. The theories were actually hilarious, no doubt some Therans had benefit from them at some point. But the truth is, they didn't know half of it. All that Prythian knew about us were our skills in battle but they couldn't tell how deep our power actually run. We came as harmless, friendly travellers and often got away with it.

To the High Lord of Dawn I was his guest first, emissary second; I'd made sure to always have good relations with other Courts, despite the one I was serving in. I was trained to do so, people tended to be less hostile around those who they trusted, and I made sure to built my reputation around their preferences, even when it meant feeding those ridiculous rumors. Thera was clossed off to the world, meaning no one that wasn't born there could ever find its warded lands, but it didn't mean that we couldn't go out into other territories. As a matter of fact, Thera wasn't really interested in the fae world, its main concern relied solely in learning how much they knew about us. And too make sure it all stayed the same. No one really wanted to initiate a war with the fae.

Now, did all of this implicate that the High Lords trusted blindly in me? Absolutely not. They were very reserved about what they let on around me, mostly because I was at the service of the terrible High Lord of Night, but I didn't care. Once inside there was nothing I couldn't obtain. Indeed ever the wolf dressed as sheep.

Thesan was waiting upstairs alongside his lover on one of the many open gallerys of the glistening castle. There seemed to be a lot of movement around the place, servants came and went hurriedly carrying clothing, decorations, flowers and many different pastries. Murmuring resonated through the long hallways; a party, they were preparing for a party.

"Ah, welcome back to my home, lovely lady" Thesan greeted with a polite smile, stepping away from his lover. The Peregryns flanked both my sides watching carefully as if I was about to give in and faint at any moment.

"Are you hurt?" The High Lord inquired.

I swallowed dry. Running away from Azriel as soon as the mating bond had snapped into place had drained me to exhaustion. A pounding headache and increasing nausea threatened to knock me off, as if every instinct of my body was warning me to go back to him. The bond felt stronger, brighter inside and harder to ignore. I fought to hide it, to mask the lingering scent. Was it supposed to be this intense?

"No, my Lord, just tired." I muttered lowly. "Thank you for recieving me" I said and bowed my head.

"My dear, I hope they're not overworking you at that Court. You're always welcomed to stay with us." Thesan offered "Now come, you should rest before the party beggings. We shall discuss whatever business tomorrow" He cut a glance at the servants passing by to indicate them to show me my room on the guest wing.

As an emissary I had written to the High Lord a week prior to my visit claiming I had urgent matters to discuss. I wasn't here as a friend of the Court, but as one of Rhysand's most trusted ambassadors, so it took me by surprise the eagerness with which they had invited me into one of their celebrations.

I didn't have enough energy to cuestion it so i just followed the faery into a beautiful large room with wide windows and flowy pinkish courtains. They left a change of clothes—more appropiate for a party than my Night Court formal attire— before silently making their way out. I dragged my feet across the warm coloured room and let myself fall face first into the soft silky matress of the plush bed. Everything here was so delicately decorated, from the lavender flowers resting in crystal clear jars beside the window where they would reflect the many colours of the early morning skies, to the hand-crafted chandeliers hanging from the opalescent stone of the ceiling. I let myself be lulled to sleep by the armony and beauty of it all, eager to turn off the whirlwind of emotions in my chest.

I woke up at the sound of light knocking on my door. The same faeries from before had come to run a bath for me and help me get ready for the night. I didn't fully register what was all the fussiness about, but they told me the Court was throwing a ball to celebrate their recently earned prosperity after Under the Mountain and to honour their newly arrived guest. They didn't say who it was but they shared a knowing playful look between them that left me feeling unsettled. I got dressed in a light pink gown with embroidered flowers all across the heart-shaped corset top, and they braided small strands of my hair to the back of my head so the ashy coloured ones fell delicately on my face. I wasn't used to look so...soft, I was usually more on the edgy style, dark colours, more pronunced necklines and cuts to allow my body to move freely, and small metal pieces as an informal version of armour.

I got so used to the Night Court style that it just felt strange.

The ballroom was at its peak when I crossed the archway entry, glasses of sparkling wine flowed everywhere and cheerful music played all around the room just loud enough to accompany the dancing couples without killing the conversation. I wasn't particularly in the mood for partying given the circumstances, but I had to admit i was curious about this new visitor that had everyone so excited. So I stuck around for a while, making light conversation here and there and playing fortune teller just to please the wishes of the courtiers. When I grew tired of it I stepped into an open balcony resting my arms on top the banister to take in the whole beauty of the Dawn's country side, it reminded me so much of...

"It does make you feel a little homesick, huh?"

The scent hit me before the sound reached my ears; it was electric and dense like the air before a rainstorm. My breath got trapped in my lungs, eyes watering, when I caught the voice, low and deep and gentle. How long had it been since I last heard it? It took all the will inside of me not to let the tears fall as I so very slowly turn around to look at him. Tall, broad shoulders, dark brown hair, one eye of sky blue, the other like the darkest of nights; a thin scar run along the former. I was looking at a ghost, a very handsome ghost.

"Asta..." I muttered, voice quivering. I felt as if I was on the verge of breaking.

He gave me one of his signature stunning smiles while stepping further into the light. He wore a black button up tunic that let the golden skin of his toned arms show, a black inked tattoo swirled around his bicep in intricated runes. The twin to the one on my right arm.

"How is it possible?" I couldn't control the thundering of my heartbeat against my ribs.

"I can't believe you're real either" He confessed. No one dared to move.

"Ah, fantastic! You've met." Came the voice of Lord Drystan's voice, one of the courtiers, that was walking toward us. "Y/N, this is our guest of honour tonight...Sir Asta has been kind enough these last couple of months helping our people get back in track after what happened. He says he comes from Thera as well, and was very eager to meet our beautiful fortune teller."

The Lord went on and on but I couldn't take my eyes off the man standing before me, too afraid he would dissappear if I closed my eyes. Everyone else just blurred, fading away in the background; it was just him and I in that moment.

"Well, I'll leave you two to get to know each other then" Lord Drystan gave us a mischevious grin, noticing that none of us was actually listening, before going back to the ball.

"Sir..huh?" I smirked, blinking away the dampness of my eyes. He let out a breathy laugh.

"I still find it awkward, all the mannerisms" He explained vaguely. Asta looked at me up and down, smiling proudly when he caught eye of the necklace I wore. "You still have it" he said, amusement dancing on his eyes.

"Of course" I took the small moon in between my fingers "you gave it to me."

"And you're wearing pink, that's two things I wasn't prepared for." He teased.

"Ah, it took me by surprise too. I don't think it's my colour though." I replied surveying the luxurious fabrics of the gown.

"Every colour is your colour. You look beautiful in everything" His hand found my forearm still resting on the banister, the touch was warm as he caresed smooth circles on my skin.

Asta always felt like the sun, warm and bright, and mighty. He kept it hidden beneath that dark mysterious aura of him, the one he put on display for outsiders. But to anyone who truly knew him, he was the kindest soul you could ever cross paths with. People back home loved him, rightly so.

"I thought you were..."I shook my head, the memories quickly flooding my mind "I found your mask buried under a pile of Loyalists, your jabalin was just a few feet away." My voice came out muffled and I didn't dare avert my gaze from our hands.

"It's a long story, and I promise to tell you about it any other day." He searched my eyes "For now I just want to—can I..?"

I didn't let him finish that sentense and threw my arms around him, burying my face on his chest. His arms wrapped around me almost instantly and he rested his chin atop my head.

"I've missed you so much Y/N" he whispered against my hair.

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I was still processing what I've learned about what went down for our people at the War against the Loyalists; we had been sold out by one of our own, as a result Asta's entire clan had been decimated and our village had suffered at the hands of a Tyrant's regime. Asta and his brother Zadkiel had been forced to go back and they've been fighting to make things right ever since.

"I thought your body had been burned along with the rest, the Dark One told me you weren't a part of our world anymore" Asta had said to me just the night before, eyes full of tears. For five centuries we'd thought each other dead. For five centuries I've mourned the death of my first love, and now he was standing just a few levels up, watching as I trained with Cassian, in the house I had shared with my mate.

I haven't told him about the whole Azriel situation yet, we hadn't had the chance to properly talk about it since we weren't granted a moment alone at Dawn's palace; the females of the court were always following Asta around, some of them even flirted shamelessly with him and he was just too polite to tell them to fuck off. I almost rolled my eyes at the memory.

"Why didn't you tell him?" Cassian asked as he trew a punch at me.

We've been sparring in the mornings outside the House of Wind since I got back from the Dawn Court three days ago. I honestly didn't know what to expect, the tension around the group was dense, Mor barely even looked at me. Azriel was out on duty, at least I didn't have to face him right away. It still made my heart sunk to my stomach.

"You know why." I answered dodging his fist and going for his legs. "Tall, blonde, gorgeous, rings a bell?"

He stopped my kick midway and threw me back a couple of steps.

"He's your mate."

"Doesn't change anything"

"It changes everything and you know it. You're just being a coward."

I was gettin' more worked up by the second and he knew it, Cassian was provoking me just to get me to let go of all that had happened in the past week.

Well, it was working. I concentrated half of my power on my right fist when he got close again and punched him square on his jaw. He turned around wincing in pain.

"It's not fair Cassian."

"You left without saying a word. He looked as if you had kicked him across the face. I think that would've been more merciful"

Cassian picked up his sword from the ground and pointed it at me, so I grabed my own blade and for a few seconds we just sized each other up.

"What was I supposed to do?" I asked, at this point anger took over me.

"Not running away again." He swung his sword at me and the sound of iron on iron cut through the air.

"You don't get it" I spat. He pushed harder against the grip on my sword.

"Explain then" Cassian gave me a wolfish smile, he was confident he'd win.

"I've watched him love the same woman for five hundred years. I've dealt with everything he was feeling for almost half a century" I kicked him on the knee and used the distraction to make him drop the weapon. Then I used his own strenght against him and threw him on his ass, the edge of my own blade pressed against his chest. "and she was standing right there. So tell me, Cassian, how cruel I've been to him." I narrowed my eyes at him in defiance. "I'll ask you again, what do you think I was supposed to do?"

He didn't try to get up, his eyes softened a bit.

"Talk to each other, you're good for him."

I withdrew my sword back.

"And what about what's good for me?" My voice came out like a whisper as I catched my breath.

"I've never seen anyone kick Cassian's ass like that" Feyre spoke walking toward us.

Right, this was supposed to be a fighting lesson for her.

"You've never seen Amren fight then" I told her half smiling. She laughed.

"I don't mean to meddle in your business, given that we don't know each other that well, but Azriel he's one of the good ones, you know? And I think you're too." Her tone was gentle, understanding. "I saw something that day back in the Town House, the way his eyes shone when you smiled at him.."

I felt my throat close in on itself, I couldn't allow myself to get the wrong idea, to start wondering about the what ifs; because even if there was something there, he still loved another woman. And I... I was still trying to figure out how I felt for him and where I stood with Asta. It had felt so good to be wrapped in his arms, to laugh together, spend time together; making up for lost time. Asta and I, we had always belonged to each other, no one understood me like him and he claimed the same about me; we were best friends, we made sense. For a long time a part of me thought he was my mate, but we were too young then for the bond. I guess that part of me refused to let that thought go. Accepting the bond with Az meant loosing Asta a second time.

"I know about Mor" she continued "and that it can be intimidating. I'm also guessing the handsome male upstairs is to you what Mor is to Azriel" she lifted a brow "but I still think you should talk, sort it out, see what he has to say. He cares for you, that much I know, and he'll respect whatever you decide."

"He comes back tonight." Cassian informed "For the record, I think you know what you want, you're just too afraid to take it."

I watched as they went back to training, and let their words sink in deep. I couldn't keep avoiding Az, he didn't deserved it. Even if he ended up rejecting me, even if it break my heart.

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I couldn't get any sleep that night. I've been staying in the House Of Wind for the time being instead of my own place while Asta stuck around. I knew he'll have to go back to Thera at some point.

The evening had been...emotional, to say the least. I was feeling overwhelmed by everything and ended up crying in silence in the small private library room. Now I lied on the couch, legs stretched out one on top of the other, head resting in one hand while I flipped through the pages of some book. I'd stopped paying attention to it about twenty minutes ago, it was well past midnight and still no signs of Azriel. I didn't really expected for him to show up here but not knowing wether he was ok or not had my anxiety building up. I knew Rhys had sent him to look for any weaknesses on the wards that sorrounded the human Queens lands.

"What are you doing still up?" His voice hit me so suddenly that I almost dropped the book I was holding. I have been so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn't see the shadows taking form.

He was leaning against the doorframe, wings tucked in tight, arms crossed over his chest. His scent filled the air between us, cedar and mist, I let it invade my senses. He was alright.

"I couldn't sleep...you hadn't came back yet." I muttered not trusting my voice.

"Now you know how I felt for two weeks while you were gone to the Winter Court."

Before I could open my mouth to reply he cut me off with a knowing look. "Don't give me that spies-web bullshit again. You belong to me. Bond or not." He stated. "To all of us in fact. You're part of this family and I can't stand the thought of something happening to you."

My heart was thrumming wildly inside my ribcage and I feared I would burst into tears again.

"I'm sorry" I breathed out. I didn't know what else to say.

He crossed the room and sat down next to me. Azriel was extremely calm and I couldn't tell if that was a good sign or not, he had a tendency to hide his emotions. Pretty much like me. And he had a shield up at his end of the bond.

"How long?" he asked so low it sounded barely above a whisper. "For how long have you known?" He wasn't looking at me, he was staring at his feet. Head hanging between his shoulders.

I swallowed dry. "Forty years"

"So that night on the rooftop...?" He let out a deep sigh "Did you ever consider I deserved to know?"

I shook my head. I didn't know if I wanted to run from him, from the feelings that hung heavily on my chest, or if I wanted to drop to my knees to beg him for his forgivness.

"What would you have done then?" I asked but looked away from him, making myself much more smaller in my place. "I'm not stupid, Az. I know you love her. Even if you don't admit it to yourself."

"You don't know what you're talking about." His tone was more severe now. "Are you really going to pretend this has nothing to do with the male sleeping next door?"

Of course he knew about Asta.

When I didn't say anything he asked again.

"Do you wish it was him?"

It hurt and hurt and hurt all over, it felt like a hole the size of a crater had ripped open my chest.

"Do you wish it was her?" My voice quivered by the end and he finally look at me.

Glossy eyes that mirrored mine stared back at me for a long minute but he didn't say anything. Instead he leaned over and pressed a featherly like kiss to my forehead, so soft I thought I was imagining it.

"Goodnight, Y/N." he muttered before winnowing away into shadows.

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[drawingdeamon]

d&d questions 1, 2, and 31

answered 1 & 2 here, but i'll do em again! because there's too many dang customization options!

1. What do you think your d&d race would be? mmmmmm maybe a shifter? mostly human but also not

2. What class? rogue, sneak sneak sneak

31. Tell me about your current party!

CRACKS KNUCKLES

i got two main parties so I'm talking about both!

PARTY 1: ORDER OF THE CHEESEWHEEL

Irezumi: Drow Rogue, my character. Chaotic good, not always great at perceiving things but she found a cat once. Kept the cat, his name is Cheese Wheel. Loves being on the surface, loves greenery. Still reminisces about the Underdark.

Velria: Human Barbarian. The youngest of our party at 17, she ran away from her noble family for adventuring. Likes girls, and likes carrying around a whole armory of weapons on her back.

Reina: Halfling Sorcerer. Came from a cult, had an adventuring party before ours but whatever happened to them isn't clear. Often mistaken for a child due to her size.

Solar: Dragonborn Monk. Raised by his father, but they were attacked by worshippers of Tiamat. In the second session of the campaign he bought as many cheese wheels as he can carry, hence why our party likes cheese so much.

Haddock: Kobold Rogue/Fighter(? Teck if you're reading this correct me if I'm wrong). Was part of a criminal organization once, now adventuring. They're missing an eye, and once had a kenku alchemist fashion sunglasses for themself. Unfortunately the kenku put explosive runes on everyone's sunglasses.

Sylyras: Winged Elf Ranger. Haven't seen much of her as of late bc scheduling conflicts but she and Irezumi are homies.

Volurk: Half-Orc(?) Druid. Like Sylyras, haven't seen much of him, but he turned into a wolf once. That's cool!

Zoltai: Aasimar Warlock. They're a researcher into everything and I respect that so much. Loves books. Once flirted with a vampire to keep her distracted despite being thoroughly uninterested (by aspect of being aroace).

AAAND some out of context OotCW art:

Left: Irezumi reference. Right: Irezumi art, she has a hood up, snake tail and flowers tattoos on the top of each arm, is holding a damascene dagger of frost, and has Cheese Wheel, a black cat, on her shoulder.

Haddock destroying the last two members of a group of enemy mercenaries we fought. Haddock iconically stated, "I'm not done with you yet."

Solar catching and returning lightning from a magic javelin in the same encounter as above. He's also krumping.

Solar emoji. He is looking(tm).

PARTY 2: THE OVERGROWTH CAMPAIGN

Sybil of Hvallatr: Merfolk Bard, my character. Has a cool crown that he can talk to that definitely isn't evil. Started off pretty chill, if up for anything. Now he murdered a man in cold blood and has become a lich (the lich part isn't that big a deal, everyone in the party is trying to transcend humanity so we can go back in time).

Theran: Elf Rogue. His stealth rolls regularly roll above 30. Often sneaks past time itself. Sybil got to turn him into a Therannosaurus once. Got turned into an angel, but the god who angelified him isn't exactly a friend...

S'vatu: I don't know her actual race, but catgirl Bloodsight Cleric. Answers to the luck god Kane. Not really sure if it's worshipping though because Kane just hangs out with us. Anyway she died once but came back to life, and this was before she was in our party. Recently became a lich, got tired of being undead, and has become a fully robot catgirl.

Kal: Human Hexblade Warlock. Was sent on a suicide mission during his time in the army, where everyone but him died. Still keeps his morals, also took out a dragon summon that was at 3/4ths health in one hit. Has magical armor on his very being that protects him from divine magic, *except* for his eye. This armor should also let him time travel as long as he covers the eye with lead.

Henry Moon: Idk dude they were here once because the player switched their Owlfolk Cleric to play this guy but I haven't seen him in session since. I do know he is the Horseman of Death though, and he's helping us because the current world ending threat isn't supposed to be the apocalypse.

All my other sketches of these guys are buried in various Krita files, but I do have Sybil art:

I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE MAGICAL GIRL CAMPAIGN THAT IM IN WITH GIL AND JAY THOUGH i get to play a harengon which will be so fun!!

There's also another campaign that was ehhh. but I did play a tiefling wizard (who im repurposing for a cyberpunk oneshot) and the only other party member i remember was the ace half elf bard who liked coffee!

[princeofdoomrps-archive]

🎤wolf dad! Neesin wants cuddles! Also, what do you think of theran or have you met him yet?

Neesin can always have cuddles! As long as I can lick him!

I don’t know Theran by sight, but I know his scent. He’s the top dog, besides Akhena.

[stuckstucktrolls]

All our ships!! Here and discord hehe >:3 (for the describe thingy)

I’ll just use names since a lot of ours don’t have ship names.

Vik and Rei: Sociopathic vampire decides to be protective of troll equivalent of a ray of sunshine.

Prox and Nen: Sweet vampire makes cookies for blind fish.

Teags and Nee: Feral bois being feral.

Teags and Theran: Generally badass wolf gets to experience “small dog syndrome” in more ways than one.

[mirrorandskedaddle]

A Wattpad cover commission I did. Please check out the story below!

Kinship, by Lisa Falck

Summary: After stranding on an alien planet, Daniel gets captured by massive wolf-like creatures. He must overcome an unusual language barrier - the aliens communicate by smell - in order to make a new home. The young alien Theran is seeking his place in life. The two of them get lost in a hostile jungle, where they must learn to work together in order to survive, and save the people they care about.  

And here is my commissions page, in case anyone is interested!

[pegaeae]

Why is it so easy for me to imagine Lyna wearing Wolfskin on her way to confront Solas' bitch-ass? Like, he's terrified and tries to "reason" with her only to notice the furs and realizes he's dead anyway.

god i love it. i want a cheesy anime villain fight where lyna uses all the “may the dread wolf never catch your scent” etc type idioms to intimidate him 

meanwhile theran is there like “please i’m sure we can just talk this out guys”

[comic-ray]

Shaman Ophelia by Comic-Ray

At one of our sub-campaigns, Ophelia accompanied our party as we ventured into the Servos jungle, following the tracks of Theran slavers. During the campaign, we encountered soem sort of gloaming spirit wolf... who hopped right into Ophelia. As it turned out, this was a spontaneous iniciation into the Shaman discipline. Ophelia, who has "only" been a questor of Garlene prioir to this event, now stands equal to our PCs... That's what happens when a supposed one-shot NPC develops a life of her own. Earthdawn (c) Fasa games, inc. Art (c) me

[stuckstucktrolls]

Sushi date

the-troll-brood​:

Theran chuckled and mumbled something along the likes of; that explains a few things, before making his way a little closer and offering his pitches lusus his hand to sniff. When the wolf tried lumping up on him he laughed and pet him before turning to face Teags hen the blue blood called his lusus down. “He’s a lot friendlier than his charge~” he teases

“yeah, well someone has To be The alpha in This liTTle pack and keep him from EAtING PLAStIC.”

Wolf Dad’s ears lowered a little, just for a moment. It seemed this was an ongoing issue between them. The howlbeast didn’t seem too bothered by it anyway and went back to the garage which seemed to double as a kind of wolf hive for him.

“he should be fine, so we can geT going now. guess you didn’T have a problem geTTing here. so geTTing back inTo Town should be fine.”

[playioblog]

ESOTU Luxury Furniture Vendor Items – 2017/11/03

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[pegaeae]

12 with lyna and 5 with theran !! :0

12. your OC overheard while drunk

“It’s the perfect plan--why else would it be so clichéd, Zevran? We’ll weaken the balustrade and lure him up to the library and then, oops! One poorly timed, accidental push. That’s it, he’s done for.”

“What? No, of course I’m not inebriated. I hardly touch the stuff. And why would I care that he’s an elf, anyways? He’s insufferable!” 

“Velanna and Merrill brought in some cider with them. What? You’re being loud! By the Dread Wolf, I never thought I’d see a day when you didn’t want to be part of a good old fashioned murder plot.”

“... I think i’m going to be ill.” 

5. letters between two of your OC’s companions about them

Sparkler,

Look, if I knew why he didn’t bring you, I’d tell you. Kidding. I know. It’s because you never stopped complaining about the wet and cold and he felt bad. Give him a break, he’s just a kid. 

He’s doing fine, anyways. All sunshine and rainbows, like always. Big, genuine toothy smiles that scare the locals. Giving away gold like it grows on trees--knowing him and a few other of the Dalish, I think they just grow up a certain kind of hospitable.

You should ask him yourself; I think he’d like to hear from you.

-V

Varric,

I shan’t complain further about how wet and disgusting Crestwood is. Probably. If that gets him to take me with him. Please keep him from charitably spendthrifting away the Inquisition’s entire treasury; that money is there to keep me in silks. 

And get him something nice, would you? A handkerchief, perhaps. Something yellow. Sunflowers. Don’t tell him I suggested it.

I appreciate the altogether unasked for advice. I’ll consider it. Someday.

-Dorian

[pegaeae]

i was tagged by @jawsandbones and @lynngo-art ~ ily both

i’m gonna tag @mago-emplumado @red-wardens @fade-footprints @raymurata @madamsnark and whoever else wants to do this!! ^^ don’t feel obliged if you don’t wanna

Rules: List three songs that remind you of your OC’s and include some lyrics

lyna mahariel

wolf - first aid kit

When I run through the deep dark forest long After this begun Where the sun would set The trees were dead And the rivers were none And I hope for a trace To lead me back home from this place But there was no sound there was only me, and my disgrace

stockholm syndrome - muse

And I won't hold you back Let your anger rise And we'll fly And we'll fall And we'll burn No one will recall No one will recall

This is the last time I'll abandon you And this is the last time I'll forget you

limón y sal - julieta venegas

Tengo que confesarte ahora (i must confess to you now) Nunca creí en la felicidad (i never believed in happiness) A veces algo se le parece, (sometimes something seems like it) Pero es pura casualidad. (but it’s just pure coincidence) 

Luego me vengo a encontrar (then i come to find) Con tus ojos y me dan algo más. (something more in your eyes) Sólo tenerte cerca (just having you close) Siento que vuelvo a empezar. (i feel like i begin again) 

theran lavellan

put your records on - corinne bailey rae

Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely Sipping tea in the bar by the road side (Just relax, just relax) Don't you let those other boys fool you

vagabond - misterwives

When you see the sun dear friend let it glow Don't shun it all, don't let it fall From your hands how you used to crawl You're walking tall, no need to hide Behind the clouds in the sky

dreamers - savior adore

Won’t you come here? You know the way, it’s the one you made Built it in the sky, all that’s in your eye now not the same Watch it tumble down, falling all around Can you stand watching it undo all that’s made of you?

[hermanwatts]

ESO LUXURY FURNITURE VENDOR ITEMS – 2020/07/03

What does the Luxury Furnisher offer this week? The Luxury Furnisher Vendor (Zanil Theran) is located in Cicero’s Food & General Goods shop in the Hollow City, Coldharbour. Brotherhood Ledger Stand 4,000g Brotherhood Candelabra, Floor 8,000g Hourglass Banner, Akatosh 12,000g Banner, Order of the Hour  12,000g Brotherhood Carpet, Large 15,000g Brotherhood Banner, Large 25,000g Brotherhood Plaque, Wolf … Continue reading "ESO LUXURY FURNITURE VENDOR ITEMS – 2020/07/03"

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[hermanwatts]

ESO LUXURY FURNITURE VENDOR ITEMS – 2020/01/10

What does the Luxury Furnisher offer this week? The Luxury Furnisher Vendor (Zanil Theran) is located in Cicero’s Food & General Goods shop in the Hollow City, Coldharbour. Orcish Seal, Hammer 3,000g Orcish Seal, Wolf 3,000g Seal of Clan Bagrakh, Metal 4,000g Seal of Clan Bagrakh, Stone 4,000g Seal of Clan Fharun, Metal 4,000g Seal of Clan … Continue reading "ESO LUXURY FURNITURE VENDOR ITEMS – 2020/01/10"

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