#wonda ch

[dujour13]

♦: Slow dancing - have to go with it, chief

@wonda-ch Thanks to both of you. 🥰 This one was nice.

There's a soundtrack to it if you want the full experience.

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The Queen’s victory ball nearly spiraled into chaos.

First the Cavalry Sculptors started a food fight. Then after the banquet, once everyone was good and tipsy, Siavash played a couple of rousing songs and soon Sosiel and Trever had most of the guests ranged in lines, bowing, locking elbows, spinning each other around and stomping their heels in an Andoren farandole that made the chandeliers shake.

Even Woljif got swept up in it, and light as he was on his feet he picked up the steps pretty quickly. The only problem was the danger his tail posed to his partners’ shins as he spun past. Seelah threatened to strangle him with it.

It was when the Valhalflings pulled the tablecloths crashing to the floor so that they could dance on the tables that the Queen made an urgent sign to the orchestra to tone it down a notch.

At the lull in the music the dancers paused, laughing breathlessly. And then the musicians struck up a slow, romantic waltz and there was a lot of awkward bidding for partners.

Daeran bowed deeply to Ember and offered his arm. Sosiel and Aron immediately flew together as if they had been waiting for this moment all evening. Lann drunkenly threw caution to the wind and invited Queen Galfrey to dance, and then looked like he would die of embarrassment when she assented. Seelah spun around laughing, assaulted on all sides by would-be suitors, until her eyes and hands locked with Arueshalae’s.

Woljif tried to make himself inconspicuous.

Not that he had anything to hide. Everyone knew. With Siavash all but yelling it from the rooftops, not to mention the prodigious Fifth Crusade rumor mill churning out all sorts of sordid tales, he reckoned you’d have to be a deaf hermit in the middle of the Casmaron desert not to know the Knight-Commander had a thing with some street tiefling from Kenabres.

And then there was the clear blue sapphire flashing at his throat, and all it signified to him and to everyone in their entourage. Belonging. Yet also freedom.

So why did the prospect of slow dancing in front of everyone at the victory ball make him want to go invisible and slink away? Or better yet, spread his new wings and fly off with the Queen’s silverware in his pockets?

Must be the public mushy stuff that was putting him off. And he could just hear what Gran would say, rubbing elbows with the toffs like some kind of—

Before he could inch behind a floral arrangement, Siavash stepped up and bent near to the floor in a flourishing bow modeled after Daeran’s, made all the more florid by his ballroom finery: cloud-blue satin with gold embroidery, lace at his throat and cuffs, a sash the color of sunlight at his waist, burgundy trousers tucked into boots so polished they reflected the lamplight. As the leaf-green ribbon tying back his hair had lost most of the battle by now, he laughingly blew escaped locks out of his face as he rose, one hand behind his back, the other raised to Woljif.

“Chief, that get-up.”

“So rob me. Come here.”

“Fine,” Woljif sighed.

Clasping the offered hand he was drawn into an embrace, and the momentum swung him around and into the dance step before he knew what was happening.

Had a hush fallen over the ball or was it just that the Valhalflings had gone hoarse? Or perhaps everyone else had dropped away and they were suddenly alone.

He let Siavash guide his steps to the gentle three-four time of the piano. Like in bed or on the battlefield their bodies naturally fell into rhythm together, every shift of muscle against his chest an unspoken cue, the music moving through Siavash and into Woljif, lifting them along like leaves on a gentle breeze. He pulled him closer. The scent of him, the warmth, the enfolding arms. The tickle of that honey-colored hair falling across his nose. Hearts beating in tandem.

Hearts beating.

He was still here.

Woljif laid his palm to his chest, to the place where the wound had threatened to split him apart and take him away from him.

It was over and they’d survived—better than survived—and that broken, lonely future he’d envisioned at Threshold had not come true.

Tenderly a violin joined the piano as if the music were reading his thoughts.

He realized his hand had clenched the fabric at Siavash’s shoulder and buried his face against his neck to stifle the rising tide of a sob.

The music swelled and spun them together, weaving their steps. With his eyes closed he could imagine them flying side by side, the wind braided in their wake.

Free.

The violence of the Crusade was behind them now. The Worldwound was closed and Siavash’s wound was healed.

The hand at his waist braced for a dip and with unquestioning trust he went with it, the hand steadily lifting him once again.

His own wounds, too, were healed. That gaping hole of need at last closed. Everything was all right. For the first time in his life, clear skies ahead.

That crazy Andoren had grinned and told him “It’ll be fine,” and it was.

Finally.

The chief had made a spectacular bet and won. Wiped the floor with old Goat-Face, swiped a crystal right out from under Nocticula’s nose, crushed Deskari like a bug, told Iomedae where she could stuff her advice, seized the power of a demon lord and turned it into sunshine and butterflies.

And took the hand of the lowliest street tiefling in Mendev and showed him love.

The lips pressed to his forehead moved. “We did it, Woljif.”

We—not just the chief. It was true. They accomplished all of it together. In step.

It was his turn to guide Siavash into a dip and a graceful turn.

“Sure lucky I didn’t hightail it and leave you to deal with all of that on your own,” he murmured.

“I never would have managed without you.”

Woljif felt Siavash’s breath hitch in his chest. Where his forehead met his cheek a tear pooled.

“I mean that. My love.”

A whisper: “I know, chief.”

Siavash pulled him so close they could only sway with the music, and so they remained, clinging to one another, unaware everyone else had stopped dancing.

At last Woljif raised his eyes and in the soft lamplight they sought each other’s gaze through wet lashes. Siavash took his chin in his hand and raised it gently, and leaned in for a kiss.

[westealtoys]

Some time ago I was crying dramatically into my pillow talking with @wonda-ch about Ryder's PR team (me) failing miserably while building his image and that there's more to him than the confident and horny asshole act.

There's soft and insecure side too, confused and full of doubts, side not many know.

Thanks to my fantastic friend @wonda-ch, who took upon herself making it publicly known, everyone can read about his other side here (yay!). Thank you wonda! You're the best and this is the sweetest gift. I still scream with delight ^^ <3

[cassynite]

👾, 🎵🎶🎵 👀

Thank you!!! Here’s one from Sparrow's brother Isore's playlist.

https://open.spotify.com/track/6aIDKjD8xOEEd6xcNnINw2?si=EzFMzTvNSuqHh5VsUoYrog

Isore has a very distinct way of viewing the world and with it comes a rather manipulative and cold personality. He is whatever people need him to be so that his own goals can be furthered in the long run, and most of his relationships are with the personas that he's constructed. He can get very attached despite himself, and with that comes possessive obsession.

[spyridonya]

21 - collapse and 40 - pet for Kadira, Lann and Daeran?

Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase - 43: undone (10 sentences)

21 - Collapse

The words on the page become unfocused, the light not quite so bright as the tiefling fights off a yawn despite not wanting to put down her pen from her work. Between one yawn and the next, she finds her head tipping down to the expanse of the Hall's meeting table, her forearm as a pillow and her lashes drifting lower and lower.

The commander nearly jerks to full consciousnesses when someone lifts her out of the chair to carry her princess style out of the room and through the hallway. However, it's only for a moment. The weight of her lashes feel so heavy and the warmth of the body feels so good, she doesn't fight.

Fingers brush over a warm scaled shoulder and the tiefling smiles and continues to smile as she's carried to her room, to her bed, and finds herself placed in the middle of it. It's almost instantly a body presses to her right side, seeking her warmth, an aasimar's face pressed against her neck.

The last thing Kadira remembers before falling asleep is the shift of weight in the bed, and a second body is pressed to her left side, touching her face gently with warm human hands as covers are drawn over them all, soft and safe.

40 - Pet

Their sleeping arrangement settled into two variants: Kadira or Daeran occupy the middle of the bed (Lann won't because he's worried about his horn).

Tonight it was Daeran's turn with Lann pressed against his form and Kadee curled up besides him, her tail tangled between their legs.

The count keeps his vigil despite twice the comfort and intimacy surround him, when suddenly a shape lands on the bed with a thump, causing his heart to leap to his throat.

He watches in the darkness as that delicate shape crawls on top of Kadira (who snores so softy) to survey the room.

The shape meows.

Without hesitation, Tiger pads off the tiefling to sit on Daeran's chest, turning once, then twice, in a circle before curling on top of the blonde man and begins to purr loudly.

Sourly, the aasimar finds he would rather deal with his otherworldly parasites in this moment as he stares ruefully at the cat.

In response, Tiger tucks his head under Daeran's chin, continuing to purr for the rest of the night.

[undyingembers]

How about Lenarius/Leonosa x Nenio? 👀

Ooh fun!

I don't even know how to start with this one. Len does not like being belittled, and his/her tendency to take things literally/personally does not mesh well with Nenio's obliviousness. If they can get past that, there are things to build a relationship on (intelligence, curiosity). However, Len is more of a courtier than a scientist, and most of his interests are in things Nenio wouldn't be interested in. S/he would actually be hurt by Nenio forgetting things about him/her.

I will say one thing, a lot of Len's journey from Aeon to Legend is about how s/he starts to realize that s/he is his/her own person, and not just a machine that lives to serve others. If they somehow make it to this point, Leonosa would be furious at Areshkagal and do everything s/he can to get Nenio out of her slump afterwards, letting Nenio know that she is special and unique and to stop this nonsense at once.

[bullsharkz]

I love all animals pt2

Should I make shirts and more animals

@witcherfromwallachia @reversewerewolf @wonda-ch

[fallenstep]

Yay!! just finished 6 Sidesteps by others in my style :)

I tried to draw them all differently, give them individual vibes, just the way how each of the Sidesteps are unique in their own ways. I am very happy how all pieces turned out and how nicely they all look in one place.

Also let me add several words about each of them:

@westealtoys' Ryder Becker: oh this guy has a special place in my heart, I absolutely enjoyed to give him this cheeky alluring mood with that bitten lip, just the way I see him in my mind <3

@danielsullivan Walter Luna: oh my... I just LOVE his style, dude looks absolutely amazing in this grungy looks, and I felt like this slightly bored, judging all face expression suits him well :'D

@wonda-ch David Kingsley: I still feel that I need to know him better, but from what I saw about him, he gave me gentle, dreamy vibe. And when I got to know that David plays piano, okay, it suits this image even more. <3

@alaraxia Vesper Becerra: I really like how she is often pictured in lightly humorous situations, and looks always not impressed or tired, or maybe both, and when I saw her character sheet that she possibly doesn't like to take pictures at all, I guess this could be her mood when someone tried to picture her. :D

@capricule Cyrus Becker: that piece of Cyrus in front of the mirror was memorable to me, I really liked the palette used in that piece so I borrowed some of the colours for my portrait of him too. I don't know much about Cyrus, but I really like how you picture him. That simple clothing, small stubble on his face, massive scar going through his nose and cheek - all these details give me an impression of deeply struggling, lost soul. </3

@punkranger's Antoine Duman: he was one of the first Sidesteps I saw when I joined Fallen Hero fandom and since then I was always impressed by his unique punk style. Antoine clearly knows how to leave a memorable impression. :)

[idlenight]

9 people you'd like to get to know better

I got tagged by both @capricule and @limepigeon - and being tagged twice makes me feels bad if I don't do it soooooooooo.

Three ships: the ships I've been thinking about recently would be

Steelstep (lowkey always thinking about them a little tbh)

truerivalshipping (thank you returning pokemon fixation, im not even PLAYING swsh but they are living in the brain rent free)

does... does it count as a ship when its just characters from your own campaign? - wait. my player follows me and this is like. a spoiler. So I won't get in that specific one. Let's mention dear ol' Jessica and Imperfect instead. Same campaign, also been thinking about them (an npc/player relationship).

First ship: hmmmmmmmmmmmm oh uhhhh I guess that would be Dawn/Ash from the Diamond & Pearl pokemon anime. Being like, 8 or 9 at the time but I remember looking up pictures on the computer and making a collage in word to print out of them?

Last song: Stop the Music by Cosmo Sheldrake

Currently reading: I will be honest....... nothing. Fanfiction I suppose? but you cannot pay me to show my ao3 history.

Currently craving: Fristi - I finished the .. uh carton(?) of it earlier today. We don't have it often and I drank it all within 24h.

for context. it is a milk drink, typically red fruit flavored. and it seems to be pretty exclusively made and sold here in NL.

It looks like this:

It's a fancy drink in my head because we never bought it in my childhood and I always ordered it in restaurants.

and now comes the part where i panic about tagging others: @westealtoys. @caridinscross. @wonda-ch. @aya-m3k. @fallenstep. @dorkousloris. @aurrieattorney. @punkranger. @iggydabirdkid.

feel free to do it - or ignore it, what am I? your mom?

[dujour13]

🎪 for a scene about travel for Siavash :)

Thanks Wonda 🥰 good one for him. Teenage Sia had so many dreams

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He spotted them in the torchlight outside the circle of colorful, star-painted wagons: the gnome matriarch of the caravan and the tall, straight-backed silhouette of his mother.

“Oh, man,” he complained.

The Desnans followed his gaze.

“Is that your mom?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, getting up from his spot by the campfire and dusting off his trousers.

For no reason he was conscious of he slung on his backpack and grabbed his guitar, but later he realized it must have been a sign he had already accepted defeat.

The matriarch patted his hand as she passed and left the two of them alone on the beaten grass of the roadside meadow.

“It’s what I want, Mom,” he began.

“This is what you want.” Her tone was neutral, even a little bit gentle.

“I don’t want to stay in Almas forever. I want to travel, I want to see new places. I feel like I’m suffocating here.”

“Why do you feel like that?”

“School isn’t… And I hate the conservatory. And…” he trailed off. She couldn’t possibly understand. She didn’t have the dreams he did.

“And?”

He hated when she did this. It always made him say things.

“I don’t know, it doesn’t matter. I just want to go with them and see the world. They’re good people.”

“They do seem like nice people. And that boy you met,” she prompted.

He felt tears sting his eyes. “That’s not why.”

“It’s not?”

“He doesn’t even…”

“Like boys?”

Everything caved in. He dropped his pack and his guitar and collapsed sobbing into her arms.

[westealtoys]

wip Wednesday (whenever/ whatever?:) I was tagged some time ago by lovely @groan-taire, thank you for thinking of me! ^^ I'm doing another BG3 run with a tiefling barbarian Durge this time and feel like drawing some sillies with him.

It's Wednesday, so I'm very on time with all this ^^' @wonda-ch @ladyshivs @glitchy-npc @grey-gravy @trebuchet151 would you like to share anything? no pressure! :)

[just-a-tiny-goldfish]

Wip whenever (lol)

Thank you @wonda-ch 💕

I have a few writings but I guess the ones that are closest to being done (i say then pop something else out) are:

Wincing, there’s no smile as she speaks this time “shit—sorry—ow, Oro please.” Her hands twitch at her sides, gripping the white silk sheets, resisting the urge to come up and stop you ¨can—May I touch you—please” it comes out muffled and rushed in one breath, her face still pressed flush to your hip, your hold hasn’t loosened in the slightest.

And you could stop there—you got what you wanted…but something is coiling itself at the pit of your stomach—something that has your hand flexing, stomach acid feels like it wants to climb up your throat, you swallow down the warm watery saliva almost gagging at the amount and you twist her fisted hair. A few strands snapping in your hold. One of Julia’s hands comes to rest at your thigh—nails digging in—and you have half a mind to pull her off you. That’s not allowed. But then a haggard and desperate sound escapes her.

”stop”

You immediately let go of her.

When she looks up at you, you can’t help but feel a little agitated at her state—at the clear bruise that’s forming on her jaw, the shine in her dark eyes.

And:

“You judge me Marshal?” Marcos smiles, “I hope you realize I could do the same with the amount of accommodations your little dog has”

“Except I’m pretty sure the last time I saw you, you were the one bringing my little dog, a raincoat and the gourmet treats” he deadpans. But Marcos can easily make out the way the edge of his lips twitch, the way he’s barely holding back a smile.

Marcos can feel the heat rise to his cheeks, “I—I…don’t think I recall that”

“Really? Becau—“

Before he can get another word in Marcos breaks, “I think we should drop the subject Marshal”

And when the smile finally breaks across Chen's face he can’t help but look away embarrassed.

“Of course. If that’s what you want Marcos” although his tone is serious—devoid of any teasing, the way his smile lifts at the corner into more of a smirk certainty is not.

Marcos keeps his eyes purely on the plant. “It is”

Tag: @iggydabirdkid (I knoooow you’re working on Somthing haha)

[glitchy-npc]

WIP Whenever

ty @salem-wilde for tagging meeee 💚

uhhh what do I even got?

The wound will heal but the poison makes everything slow, sluggish. No, not everything, just you, and that realization sits heavy in your gut. You need to find someplace to shelter in, to rest and recover. The mouth of the sea cave opens like a prayer. Or a grave. Beggars can’t be choosers. Your bare feet splash through the shallow, icy water. Too late to mourn another pair of shoes ruined but you hadn’t planned on needing to transform so suddenly. At least most of your clothes are still intact, if worse for wear. Not to mention the blood, only some of it is yours.

A bit of monster au shenanigans (Isa's POV) before I was caught in the stranglehold of OC Kiss Week.

tagging @lordzenos @meonlyred @chthonictongue @ladyshivs @autistic-sidestep @wonda-ch for whatever you may be working on!

[fhw-unleashed]

A first brief introduction.

For those of you wondering what this is all about. This is a sideblog to @wonda-ch

David, Lia, and Justin in particular may be familiar to some readers of my fanfictions from other fandoms. That's because I've always tossed my four favorite OCs into any universe that has appealed to me.

But they have a universe of their own. And that's what I'm going to gradually introduce to you.

FHW - Fighter Hearts Wrestling - is an upcoming wrestling company (without gender boundaries) trying to prove themselves in the industry.

Lia Kingsley and Luke Reglan founded the company and bring with them experience, star popularity and business acumen. They run the business with care and consideration. It is their desire to create a strong community among their employees, which is not always easy.

In addition to several wrestlers, announcers, technicians and others, David Kingsley and Justin Rosedale are also an integral part of the company.

Wrestling is the main business for these people and of course it has a huge impact on their lives. However, it is less about wins and championships and more about relationships, personal issues, old traumas, new problems and opportunities.

Wrapped up in a world of spotlights, cheers, sweat and worn-out joints.

[spyridonya]

What do you think of Kadira and Woljif?👀

Send me an OC + an alternate love interest for them and I’ll tell you what I think of the idea

I was always a little uncertian about these two as a romantic couple. One, I feel that @turbulentpumpkin43 and @dujour13 write Woljif so well that I fear I might steal something or not be as good! Two, they didn't have a lot of interaction because they over lapped so much in my first go around until I figured out how to play. Third, I've not played his romance! Fourth… I try not to over indulge. :x

I think it would be an interesting romance between them after some misunderstandings. Kadira is accused as a 'token tiefling' in Act 2, though Woljif doesn't realize her behavior is influneced in less by having the majority love her, and her wanting not become something literal demons have taunted her about. I've not written it, though I've thought about it, but I have a headcanon that Kadira files her horns (a la Hellboy). It was never meant to fit in, but her family worried how she'd sleep on her back or her sides and were relieved she couldn't feel pain and they could grow back. So they filed them to the base and Kadee grew them out into little horns. I feel Woljif had a knee jerk reaction and she reacted right back.

I think, though, when Kadira saves him, Woljif could latch onto her a little bit and find out for all her wisdom, she's naive in interpersonal relationships - and he is too! That might make the intimating factor she has a little less so. They hang around a bit more, they talk more about their respective parents and grandparents, and Kadira confides more about Areelu to him. Woljif might have an awful grandma, but Kadee had an awful foster mom.

I feel they begin to acknowledge romantic feelings around Act 4, after Woljif nearly loses himself to his grandfather and Kadira almost fights alone in Battlebliss. Even then, I think it's something incredibly slow and doesn't become physical with admission to love until… Act 6? I think it can be terribly sweet and could work, Woljif allows Kadira to be more comfortable with her inexperience and Woljif learns that love is given and not earned.

And that's why you should treasure it.

[dogueteeth-fhr]

Tag 9 People You'd Like to Get to Know Better!

Thank you @boundtoanandroid and @capricule for thinking of me!! :)

3 Ships: forever dying over Rangers/Isa, hyper on Roach/Tegan/Isa the Telethree, and Markus/Caesar

First Ship: oh no.... I'm gonna have to guess Jiraiya/Tsunade wait FUCK no Hige/Blue forever 😭😭🥺

Last Song: "What I Know Now" from Beetlejuice the Musical

Last Movie: "Mutt" on Netflix (so on brand ik I'm a simple bitch)

Currently Reading: Yellow Rain by Mai Der Vang

Currently Craving: lingonberry crepes 🥺🥺

And I'll further tag... @wonda-ch @westealtoys @ladyshivs @euelios @rab-bitly @alaraxia @disastersteps @keltena @jpriest85-blog ! As always, no pressure to participate if you don't want to!! :)

[autumnfangirler]

WIP Wednesday

got tagged by @aurriearts!

this is based on that one line during the regene reveal that goes "you've dragged the skeletons from your closet, so you might as well make them dance". its kinda old(like a month or so) and im not sure if im going to finish it because idk how to implement the skeleton bits but i still really like it so!

gonna tag @silvery-bluish, @euelios and maybe @wonda-ch if you wanna give it a go?