#humanoid with big fuckin wings

[omohole]

big fan of all of the socialstuck interpretations of twitter just being

#humanoid with big fuckin wings #its really funny to me #also just flat out good character design #but i am just a fan of any

[dragongirlafro]

I ask yoouuu..... What's your favorite traits/types of dragon? When u meet a new dragon character what makes you go OUGH the most?

uweehhhh...... a very good quastion... but one whose answer might get me shamed and excommunicated from the tumblr dragongirl community fjdjdjdjd 👉🏾👈🏾

i'm actually... moreso a fan of dragon characters that have a mostly humanoid form. like the big fuckin lizards are nice and all but i'm just not as into them (which is perhaps evident given i've never even really stopped to think about what my own sona's dragon form would look like djsjdjsjdj)

a lotta the gender euphoria just comes from seeing a regular ass girl with horns and wings and a big slappy tail 😭

it was actually Grea on the left there that sent me down this whole dragongirl spiral, and she's technically only a half dragon in canon 🤣

there's....... also the dragon maid characters but. we don't talk about that show. ever

#vi answers #mattibee #uwagh.... i lay my soul bare.... exoose myself as a dragongirl fraud..... all for the sake of being true to my beloved hehe <3 thaaanks hun

[the-zebra-dragon]

Me? Writing ISWM x Original Brain Story fanfic on main? Is this real? I’ve never talked about these ocs in great detail. I also do be procrastinating on actually writing their thing. Ft. Some main characters and a Captain OC, mostly to mess with the characters’ heads. There’s some lore in the tags also lol enjoy

Summary: After finally fixing the mess with the wormhole, the Invincible Colony is off to a rocky start on a new planet. Luckily, a couple of locals show up.

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So, the planet wasn’t exactly what was expected.

Long range scans showed a lush planet with intelligent life. Landing there showed nothing but desert for the foreseeable horizon.

So that was… a mess.

Mark and Burt were busy with setting up some greenhouses when Celci appeared from seemingly nowhere. “Get out here. You two need to see this, now!“

Outside of the greenhouse, every crewmate was staring up at the sky in varying degrees of shock and awe. When Mark looked up, a massive batlike shape circled above, with a long neck and a tail and-

“It’s a DRAGON.” Gunther snapped. “Where’s the Captain? I need her to authorize some heavy artillery-“

Before he could finish, the dragon gave a powerful sweep of her wings and shot off to just outside of their little camp, pulling into a steep dive and skimming the ground, coming closer. There was something on the dragon’s back. A very human-shaped something.

Mark quickly remembered he was second in command and thus had to delegate. “Cece, go get the captain. Gunther, Burt, let’s go see what they want.”

“On it.” Celci saluted. An unknown lifeform in the middle of the desert was no time for banter. As they approached, the dragon’s appearance became clearer- black and white striped, like an earth zebra; and a big gold bandanna wrapped around her neck.

The thing on her back looked impressively like a human up close- short, maybe even childlike, with a shock of wild green-and-purple hair. The two eased down onto a pile of greenhouse parts the engineers had yet to assemble, the dragon’s rider hopping off but remaining rooted to the top of the pile.

Mark stepped right up to her makeshift platform, holding his hands up. Fuckin… where was the captain? She was better at diplomacy than him! He wasn’t prepared at all, and as such, he opted to rather loudly and slowly declare, “HELLO! WE. COME. IN. PEACE.”

The humanoid’s golden eyes slid from Mark to Burt, then directly over to Gunther. Her eyebrows raised, and her dragon grumbled something unintelligible.

The dragon rider burst into laughter.

“That’s… that’s good, right?” Mark asked. “That’s not bad?” Internally he was simply screaming ‘what the fuck’ in various tones and volumes.

The human straightened up, wiping her eyes. “I- pff!- I’m sorry! I’m soso sorry!” She giggled. “I just- look, you two, I can believe-“ she gestured to Mark and Burt, then at Gunther- “but HIM? No way!” She doubled over laughing again, her dragon reaching a wing around her for balance. “We come in peace- what kind of alien movie did you just come out of? Ha!”

It hadn’t really occurred to Mark that bringing their ADS Lead, who was wearing two belts of ammunition and dual wielding pistols, was not exactly a great impression. “I swear, we’re just trying to find a new home- you wouldn’t believe what kind of trip we’ve had, looking for a planet to colonize-“

“And you set down on the GROUND?” The dragon tamer spit the word with the same contempt as if she was telling him he was trying to colonize hell. “What is wrong with you?”

“Our long range scanners showed vegetation and sapient life.” Burt explained quickly.

“Didn’t expect the first alien we came across to be so sarcastic, though.” Gunther snorted.

The human and her dragon rolled their eyes, deftly ignoring him. “Again. The ground?” She pointed down in a manner that struck Mark as sarcastic. “Couldn’t have picked a nice continental to settle on? That’s where all the vegetation and sapient life is.”

“Okay, well, where and what is that, exactly?” Mark asked.

The human grinned, leaning forward ever so slightly. “Ooh, are you telling me to take you to my leader?”

The dragon snorted and grabbed the back of her shirt in her teeth, teetering her back away from the edge. The human grumbled something unintelligible, the dragon responded the same tone. “Alright, sorry, Zoey.”

At that moment, Celci reappeared, dragging the captain by the arm. “Found her!”

“I can see that.” Mark said. “Captain, good to see you.”

The captain ignored him entirely. The visor of her helmet was directly pointed at the human and her dragon, a hand slowly raising to point.

“Howdy, Cap’!” The human exclaimed, cheerfully pointing back.

The Captain shook her head, crossing and flailing her arms into a very strong NO gesture. She held her arms still a moment, flailing further as she realized she couldn’t easily point and gesture her way through this interaction.

Mark put his arm around her. “Hey, Captain, it’s alright. What’s bugging you?”

The Captain began to frantically scrabble for the release on their helmet.

“Woah, woah!” Gunther exclaimed. “Is that allowed? You feeling okay, Cap’n?” Nevertheless, he rushed up to her back and began to help with one of the latches.

Mark began to undo another one, quietly murmuring to her. “It’s alright, Cap’n. Whatever’s got you so freaked out, I know we’ll get through it. Together, you and me. And everyone else, but you and me mostly.”

Burt and Celci began to pitch in on the latches. The Captain was very specific about her helmet, in that nobody was allowed to touch it or see under it. She’d lost it in one loop, but Mark had refused to look.

For her to be tearing it off now, and accepting the help, something must be very, very, wrong. The dragon and her tamer were weirdly silent.

As the helmet loosened, the other team leads took their hands away. Mark started to take his hands off as his latch gave, but she reached up and brought them back, planting them on the sides of the helmet. She nodded softly, gently pointing at him and then herself.

“You and me.” Mark agreed. “Are you sure about this?”

She nodded vigorously. Gently, Mark lifted her helmet.

He’d only ever seen her eyes through the visor, but they were as kind as ever; so dark black it was like looking into the lense of a camera. She was young, a kiddish face, even. A long scar ran across her throat, the injury that rendered her mute. And-

A mess of green and purple hair.

Mark looked between his beloved Captain and the stranger and her dragon; both equally shocked.

“Hi there.” The dragon rider said, her face splitting into an awed grin. “I’m King.”

The Captain nodded, mouthing two words.

‘Me too.’

#in space with markiplier #the space between #<these are tags for this if I continue this> #TSB x ISWM #minor lore breakdown: this planet died a long time ago so now there are moving islands called continentals that people live on #Zoey and Creatures Like Her are able to move between the Continentals without issue #King and Zoey under the impression that the ground’s cursed. to them at least. they are not touching it. #the invincible crew has definitely set down in the wrong spot but we can forgive them cause it’s not like they knew what to look for #I’ve probably missed some stuff I’ll update the tags if I think of anything

[suntiger745]

A mix of Fallout 4 and Baldur's gate 3 characters. I haven't made that much progress in the storylines for either game, but I *have* made a bunch more characters. :D

Boss Barracuda (real name Nicole). Getting into middle age she's pretty old for a raider and has seen some shit. Her second in command Sully thought it was time for a younger, smarter and more ambitious person to lead and betrayed her with some of the people of their band he'd convinced to join him. He didn't kill her though, and Barracuda very much intends to show him that she's still got what it takes be the boss. Even if it means joining forces, temporarily at least, with a freakin' boy scout.

Amber, gnome beast master ranger, for a playthrough where the goal is "Summons for Everyone!" who I have in the party.

Li'xaeth, githyanki wizard. Pays lip service to Vlaakith, but wants to gain knowledge and power by her own skill and means. Does not like how restrictive githyanki society is. Also, since githyanki start with medium armor proficiency, I intend to make a heavily armored wizard. ;)

Nimiel - celestial succubus, infiltrator and scout. Because sometimes the Heavens wants to take a more subtle approach. Best friends with Lauriel, the guardian angel (who is currently in the form of a big, white dog).

Lovendia Suvaris, drow cleric of Lolth. Not a very good cleric. Oh she does all the rituals, torture and say all the right prayers, but her superiors can tell her heart's not really in it. She's, frankly, a nerd. She loves studying the natural world; spiders, fungi, plants, animals. Even wild magic and other humanoids. So they sent her on a research mission, where she can't nag her senior cleric about studying spiders and myconids (for the glory of Lolth, of course!) and be less of a disappointment to her mother. The sunlight is a bit of a bother, but so far even getting a tadpole in her brain after getting snatched up by ilithids have been a more interesting four days than the previous five years in her opinion.

Styx, my "came back wrong from the cryo sleep" character receives a reward from Ug'Qualtoth for killing the woman that was almost a friend to her. Now she has a new friend! And there's more to discover, the voice in her head promises.

Life's hard for a deep gnome orphan on the streets of Baldur's Gate. Stinger survived though. Although barely sometimes. But she got into a good gang, the Bugs, and got a mentor in an older male who looked after her. (Like really old. 19, or even 20!) She grew up, learned to fight. She had good eyesight and a steady hand, so being the gang's lookout and marksman was a natural fit for her. And then she got snatched up by a nautiloid. Things after that got fuckin' weird.

Rajadi was an erinyes that got on the bad side of Zariel. She got her wings ripped off and was cast into another reality. Frankly, she doesn't mind too much being out of the Blood War, but she really wants her wings back. And to get them back, she has to do enough deeds and/or damage to catch Zariel's attention again. Which is both easier and harder than it seems in a place like the Commowealth of 2287.

Also started a Lae'zel playthrough. Stomping the ilithid to death in the crashed Nautiloid looks especially good with her. :)

Sometimes two friends are a mutant from the remnants of Germany who dresses like a pre-war comic book character and a wastelander who wants to make really good maps. :)

Mikal Erendis, my war cleric of Helm, does Not Approve of Kagha's idea of disproportional sense of "justice" against offending minors.

#rpg #mods #fallout 4 #fallout #bethesda #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #no mods for bg3 #yet #also crossovers #so many crossovers #ocs #characters #so many characters #never enough characters

[northropi]

i should probably say this because my models are a little ahead of my art lately, limitations in VRoid are definitely holding me back from making like accurate character representations. To clarify these:

-Thia is gonna be really bulky in build, including chub. Big fat tail, arms can become the side-heads of her true form independently, and wings that often serve as extra legs, giving her a bit of a semi-centaur effect. When not in use that way they tend to act as an extension of her coat- not disguising, just tucking into it. Legs will be weird, they're technically digitigrade, but the ankle is fused so they externally look plantigrade at a glance- but the entire "calves" are really a webbed, control fin of a foot, oriented sole-inwards in humanoid standing posture and leading to disproportionately dainty claws.

-499 is gonna probably be the tallest of the bunch but mostly in her legs. She has retractable wings and a tail unit, similar to Thia, but the tail's likely to be just a short, thick teardrop shape versus Thia's extending into a more decorated fin. I've had surprising success getting the arms to look nonhumanoid but a lot of the nuances there aren't gonna reflect- she technically has like four, arguably six, tied up together. A lot of the more mechanical stuff is also not gonna reflect that great. I really want to have some pixellation effect to the eyes, and not just the texture being pixel-like, like one day when I can trick it out I want it to accurately simulate them moving across a fuzzy screen.

-QC is gonna end up kinda the shortest and thinnest (which can be fixed!) but decidedly broad with a very soft build overall, since she is/was a Gnome and the adaptational path there was that everything from Dwarves got smaller except their fuckin thighs. Ears are bonnet-like and teeth have a gap up front because the Dwarf complex are Xenarthrans and they seem to collectively lack incisors from what I've seen of the skull, so the Dwarven dental formula just kinda bunches them together relatively up front- which of course gets modified by all the variants of Vampire teeth there are (of which is she I have not entirely decided and it'd be a long tangent). That all said she is decidedly the most "normal" of the bunch anatomically when shapeshifting antics aren't at play and she keeps the wings packed up.

#vtuber #artist sona #rambles #vroid model #oc lore

[dhampiravidi]

angels & how more get made

no, this isn't canon to any religion. Sooo if you think you might be offended once you read what my HC is...maybe you shouldn't read this. Hence, why the idea is under the cut!

I'm going w/the idea of angels being like they are in the Shadowhunter Chronicles, plus a little "oomph" from other sources. So angels are humanoid. They don't have genders, so each uses they/them pronouns (in English, at least) & they've got no genitalia. Just twunks with wings, but some might be more chubby than others. Anyway, these guys (yeah I use guys as a genderless word, like "bruh") love INCREDIBLY. As in, they both love as beings (platonically, for lack of a better word) & sexually...a lot. The heavens (yeah I use this as an all-expansive term for wherever-the-fuck they live, regardless of what spiritual belief system is the Lore of the Universe) are pretty fuckin' big, as are the angels themselves. So when they're rapidly procreating, no one cares. Everyone raises the new angels & they all live a super long time, no diapers needed.

What do they look like? Reference above, but they're like the Hellenic and Hellenistic statues (bc I'm whipped when it comes to Ancient Hellas): fit, androgynous, hairless forms EXCEPT they have these starburst type bright beams that they "wear" as crowns (in place of hair, which they change the beams into on Earth so as not to blind the meek lil humans). & ofc they've got what we'd call wings. The wings have eyes. But most humans don't understand that angels don't have "facial eyes". It's just blank up front--that's another illusion they create while on Earth to keep the lil creatures calm (as calm as a person can be while witnessing a supernatural presence).

ANYWAY, this brings me to the procreation details. Their long-ass tongues (like the symbiote Venom's, for example) intertwine & do the do. & yeah, the angels are kissing. Just picture that weird couple on the top of the Ferris Wheel & you've got it. That's why the eyes aren't on the face--the front of the angel can get a lil bit scuffed up & COMPLETELY AROUSED while fucking.

Oh & the whole being of the angel is made up of swirling light runes & the combined life force of every other living creature ever.

:D

#angel #angels #religion tw #spiritual tw #admin #don't like don't read

[narrators-journal]

ayo can i get some fuckin uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh raoul and akechi persona fuckin, bonus if akechi bottoms bc i cant see raoul bottoming lmao. put whatever little kinks your heart desires my love

This took so painfully long because I could not for the life of me think up a set-up. But! I'm done with it now, so I hope you enjoy it, dear <3

CW: monsterfucking, I know almost nothing of Maruki's palace

So, personas can evolve. Akechi mused as he walked down the sterile white hallway with his...rival? He wasn't sure anymore, to be honest, at his side.

They'd got done fighting a slew of shadows, and the brunette had expected to see Arsene during it. Yet, according to Akira, Arsene had evolved and changed into Raoul. A similarly red-clad humanoid creature as the original creature, but instead of a tall top hat and a crop top coat with seeming thigh-highs, Raoul had more of a fedora, with a blazer coat, black-and-gold metal wings, a tie, and dress pants. He was a far more...put-together persona. Far more patient with his attacks, and stealthy as well. What he lacked in out-right strength, he made up for with well-timed, patient, planned attacks from the shadows.

The new persona had grabbed Akechi's attention in his brief, yet powerful introduction. Not only with his more flirty, confident air but with how much he reminded him of Akira.

Not that Arsene never reminded the brunette of his rival. Thinking back, he could see a lot more similarities between them. From the playful, cocky attitude. Down to the violent wrath boiling beneath that goofy mask. But, Raoul. Raoul had all that and a magnetic sort of confident charm to him. He wasn't that impressive, but he left a very big impression all the same.

        "Hey, you wanna take a rest? You seem kind of out of it." Akira offered. Snapping the brunette out of his thoughts and making him bristle instead.

        "Why do you assume I need a break? I've been through much worse without any help. This hellhole is no different." He snapped, but the ebony-haired phantom thief gave him nothing but a slow blink in response. Instead, shrugging,

        "Only an offer. I'm taking a break regardless." With that, he headed into the safe room he'd come across. Leaving Akechi to grumble and follow.

Once they had settled down in the white room, Akechi returned to his thinking. Why does seeing that fucker's persona bug me so much? Do I wanna fight him?He asked himself, Kinda, but that doesn't seem to be it. He mused, staring off into the distance for a long moment before Akira moved to sit beside him at the table. Snapping his attention back to reality once more.

        "Can I help you?" He huffed, but Akira brushed his hostility off.

        "I want to ask, do you want to meet Raoul? I noticed how you gawked at him earlier-"

        "I did not gawk!" Akira rolled his eyes,

        "The way you stared, then. Either way, I noticed it, so, do you want to properly meet him?" He offered again, not phased at the heated glare the brunette gave for a long moment. But, the offer was enticing.

So, with a sigh, Akechi nodded,

          "I kind of do. I have no knowledge of him. I don't like that." Akira nodded at that and pat his shoulder. But, this simple touch zinged with a fiery warmth so hot it made the brunette jump.

          "The fuck was that?!" He asked, jumping out of his chair with a hiss. Glaring after Akira as the dark-haired thief left the safe room,

          "Just don't be a dick to him. Or I'll never let you mess with him again."

With that, Akechi stood alone in the sterile white room. Confused and listening to the hum of the lighting fixture until a familiar-yet-new voice spoke in his head.

Well, hello. Glad to finally meet you. That wasn't any of his creatures. In fact, the brunette could still hear Loki and Robinhood whispering in the back of his mind. So, this new presence was not one of his creatures.

Holy shit, is this Akira's persona? He realized. Reaching up to touch the spot on his shoulder that still tingled with the remaining heat.

Indeed, it is~ The new voice confirmed, oozing a sense of pride Akira often gave off. Or perhaps it was smugness, Akechi couldn't tell with how confusing and new this was. He'd never known you could transfer personas like this. And he couldn't tell if this discovery was thrilling because it would be helpful, or if...something deeper in him was curious about this development. Yet, his contemplation stopped when Raoul spoke again. I wouldn't mind whatever you decide to do. Akira's been very open with his crush on you, and I share that sentiment~ Akechi summoned Raoul at that. Not to take him up on that offer, no. Merely to keep him from eavesdropping on his thoughts. So, the laugh the persona gave was audible, not bouncing around in his skull.

All the brunette did was glare at the monster, who only gave him a coy grin in return. Landing on the clean linoleum and taking his hat off to give a bow to the detective.

        "Hello, Akechi Goro, I am Raoul. Evolved persona and extension of Akira. How may I be of use to you in the time you have me?" He asked. His leathery, robotic wings folding along his back as he straightened again to meet the brunette's skeptical stare.

      "You want to be useful to me?" He asked, and the monster nodded,

        "In...creative ways, if you catch my drift." He hummed, laughing at the way Akechi's mahogany eyes narrowed and his cheeks heated up. "Oh come on! You're not the only person to want to bang me or Akira. We know the looks, don't deny it~" He sang, making the brunette's cheeks burn brighter.

But. He was admittedly caught. So, he gave a heavy sigh, staring at the ground while his cheeks burned a hotter, shameful red.

        "So, what if I do? Do you have a dick? Or...I dunno, vagina?" He asked, Raoul chuckling the hostile tone off. Putting a clawed finger under the detective's chin to raise his face so their eyes could meet once more.

        "Well, I can have a dick. Dunno about the other option, though. Sorry about that, hon." Akechi yanked away at that. Huffing and weighing the situation.

Raoul grinned at that. Reaching out and hooking an arm around Akechi's waist, making him feel quite small despite damn near being the creature's height. Taller, if he discounted the knife-like heels. Though, before he could argue or try to flip the script, the creature's mouth was on his.

There wasn't a real perk to sleeping with the persona, it'd offer no sway over Akira or safety from attacks. It would be worthless.

Yes, but it'd be fun. Loki offered. His feral growl of a voice full of the giddy excitement that Akechi was trying to pretend wasn't bubbling in his gut. You deserve nice things, Goro. And let's be honest, Akira knew when he left the room. Just go for it. He continued, Robinhood's smoother voice piping up to add his own two cents, but it was more of the same points. So, Akechi shook his head as if to dislodge them and let out a small, steadying breath. Then, he turned his attention back to Raoul.

      "Fine. I...wouldn't mind trying."

From there, it was a quick decision to top asking questions of how a persona could do things like kiss. Obviously, Akechi lacked a lot of knowledge about the metaverse. So, for the time being, he let Raoul slip his tongue into his mouth and run a clawed hand down his back. Until he could hook one of his talons into the thigh-high-like parts of his outfit meant to hide his fair-colored skin in the dark. From there, he pulled down and sliced through the fabric and belts Akechi used to keep them up. We should be pissed at that. Robinhood noted. But, Loki and the thrumming sense of thrill this situation gave drowned his reasoning out.

Of all the sexual situations Akechi had been in during his time working his way up the ranks and making connections, this one was novel. To say the least. So, it was easy for the detective to let the heat and desire burning his skin wipe out rational thoughts. Instead, he threw his arm around the persona's neck and let Raoul feel over his body. Gripping his thigh, ghosting his claws up his sides, and humming into his mouth.

The creature chuckled but didn't press for the time being. Only pulling away to undo his pants and slather on a fair amount of lubricant. All while continuing to nip and worry Akechi's sweet spot to earn more needy noises. Though, Akechi didn't get loud until the persona finally pushed into him. The much-desired friction sent a rolling wave of lightning through the detective and pulled out a lascivious, shameless moan that had him slapping a hand over his mouth the second it left his mouth.

And, when the kiss turned more desperate, Akechi was happy to reciprocate. Raoul's measured touches had stirred up a wildfire under the brunette's skin. He was more than eager for the creature to sate those carnal desires eating at him. So, he let the persona get his bottoms off and lift him onto the table he and Akira had sat at only ten minutes before. The cold stainless steel sending a shock through the detective's blood that mingled wonderfully with the lightning brought by the persona's mouth moving to nibble and work at his neck. The sensation pulling out a low moan until Raoul found the small bottle of lube Akechi kept on him for...the occasional fuck up.

            "Why exactly do you have lube at the ready?" The creature asked, his hot breath fanning over the brunette's neck as he spoke. Earning another shudder before the detective stammered out,

            "I'd...rather not say. Just use it."

Raoul, though, gave him a flirtatious grin and started moving. Seeming to enjoy each time his thrusts got another noise, or made the detective's warm eyes glaze over with another layer of lust. Akechi, meanwhile, clawed into the table and halfway tried not to make a fool of himself. Despite the weight of need pulling at his gut and his erection bouncing against his stomach. His member throbbing and twitching each time Raoul hit his prostate. Sending a fresh wave of heat spiraling through him each time.

But, he continued trying to fight off his impending orgasm until he could no longer stop himself. Locking his legs around Raoul's hips and clinging to the monster with needy whines and curses until his vision finally whited out in the pleasurable inferno.

In the end, he couldn't remember Raoul cumming, but, in the moment, all he worried about was the wet warmth soaking into his costume and regaining his senses.

        "No one...knows about this." He breathed, and Raoul gave a simple nod. Though he still wore a playful grin as he confirmed,

        "No one. Got it."

#Akechi x Raoul #Akechi Goro #Persona 5 Royal #Persona #Raoul #Creative liberties with material #not sfw #Persona Fucking #Monster fucking #ask

[oyasuminto]

Ok so you know how the town is right next to the ocean? What if Robin, Whitney, Kylar, and great hawk (I’m curious how this would work) fell in love with a siren/mermaid or something?

Hope it’s cool that I mostly focused on the initial meeting!

Great Hawk

The mermaid first catches their eye while they’re flying over a lake in the moor, Great Hawk has never seen such a creature around their home before. The mermaid would be such a lovely spouse, but...they’re clearly not a land-dwelling creature, would they die if snatched up? Great Hawk’s home has a bath, but their spouse deserves only the best.

They decide to take the initiative, situating themself in the remains of a tree sticking out of the lake water. Neither are quite sure how to react; as a resident of the moor, the mermaid has heard many stories about the terrifying winged beast that patrols the moor, but the harpy in front of them is...completely non-threatening.

In turn, Great Hawk is enthralled by the mermaid’s beauty. They hold out the gift they’d prepared before hand; a shard of glass that catches the light in an entrancing way.

“Shiny, like your tail!”

When not flying around the moor or bringing gifts, Great Hawk spends their time searching for bodies of water closer to their home, somewhere safe and beautiful for their spouse!

Kylar

Sometimes, late at night, Kylar likes to just sit on the beach, enjoying the salty sea air, watching the waves crash on the sand, and filling up their newest sketchbook. When a tail breaches the water, they initially blame it on a large fish, at least, until a distinctly humanoid head peeks above the water.

When they blink, the creature is gone, but Kylar is already furiously drawing as many details as they could spot through the darkness. The brief glimpse they got of the mermaid overtakes their thoughts and Kylar returns to the beach every night that week in the hopes of spotting them again.

Kylar finally gets their chance when they find the mermaid half-conscious, barely clinging onto the rocks in a secluded area of the coast. Even injured, they’re still the most beautiful thing Kylar has ever seen.

“P-Please, let me h-help you.”

Kylar’s first-aid skills aren’t the best, but they hope that it’ll be enough. They request that the mermaid come visit them at this spot every now and then. Kylar doesn’t care if it seems impossible, they’ll find a way for your love to work.

Robin

Robin should’ve been more careful, should’ve paid more attention to the current. The beach seemed so far away, and who knew what kind of creatures were lurking below the surface. Their head dips below the water to check, and they’re met with...a human face!? The other person jolts back, and a flash of brightly colored scales catches Robin’s attention.

They open their mouth to shout, but water rushes in. The other person—mermaid—grabs Robin and guides them to a rocky shoal, where Robin clears their lungs and catches their breath. The mermaid waits at a distance, ready to flee at the first sign of danger.

“You’re...a mermaid!”

As childish as it sounds, Robin has always believed in things such as mermaids, and the being in front of them is living, breathing proof. Besides, Robin has to admit that the mermaid is rather beautiful.

Robin is no longer in a rush to get back to the beach. They have to know more about the mermaid, are there others? Are they hiding? Is there a chance that they and Robin can talk again?

Whitney

Never one to believe in stupid fuckin’ fairytales, when one of Whitney’s friends claim they’ve seen a mermaid, Whitney rolls their eyes and mutters out a snarky comment about laying off the drugs. Still, can’t help to check right? At worst, Whitney find some big-ass fish that they’ll have to kick back into the water, and then they can smack their friend for being an idiot.

But as Whitney approaches the rocks, they momentarily wonder if someone at the beach party spiked their drink. Either that, or someone got a really realistic costume tail to wear. The person—mermaid—whatever—can barely lift their head. Whitney pokes at the tail, it feels just like a scaly fish. Just what the fuck is going on here!?

The so-called mermaid’s voice is quiet as they speak, whispering out begs and pleas for Whitney to not tell the other human’s about their presence, that they’ll do anything for their existence to be kept secret.

“I don’t keep secrets for free, y’know.”

Whitney still doesn’t believe that this is real, but if they’re getting pranked they at least want something good out of it. Within moments, Whitney is sat in front of the mermaid, their swimsuit stripped from their lower half, and their legs open.

#Degrees of Lewdity #GN Reader #Great Hawk the Terror #Kylar the Loner #Robin the Orphan #Whitney the Bully #Suggestive #Headcanons

[cruddyborderlandstheories]

omg okay so i was totally ignorant but now i am enlightened because the brilliant @h00f sent me the booth video recording and im dying over it so here we goooo. i recorded it and uploaded the vid into davinci resolve so i could zoom in and also go through frame by frame.

tl;dr: so its all good its all good UM TYREEN’S TATTOOS WENT MISSING ON HER FOREARM AND THEN SHE SUCKED A MONSTER AND THEY REAPPEARED so it’s all good it’s all good im not having a crisis. im not. i thiiiiiiiiink we see the Vault of Promethea (the one with the cranes, but lilith also says “wherever the hunt for the vaults takes us” which throws me off a bit. still kinda think it’s promethea tho).

so not what i was expecting to be doing at 2:32 am but you know what? this is okay, borderlands gives me literally infinite energy

and new content? HOH BOY i am going to go so fucking in depth. hold onto ur horses. i was working on my mock intro to the game but this is so much better

UMM?? HOLY SIHT????

THAT’S THE SAME TILE AS THE ONE IN THE TEMPLE

I THOUGHT THIS WAS ON EDEN-6???

same tile on the wall on the right there

those guardian statues have staffs!!! that’s so rad, like the Watcher and shit, they also have less big necks?? or they might be bowing down. they look a lot more humanoid than the guardian/eridian statues im used to!!!

like as far as i can see they don’t have the butt spikes? maybe these are just super well preserved and thus not broken/spiky/cracked!! I do think the staffs are awesome! I know the Watcher carried one and so do some in TPS (I don’t recall seeing any in bl1 with staffs? im pretty sure they used their energy claw things) so maybe these are a higher tier of guardian than the ones we see in bl1? (which, if the Eridians wanted us to open Pandora’s vault as punishment for stealing fire the tech on Promethea, then that would make sense)

AND THE CRANES! and the buildings!!!!! is this Promethea’s vault? there’s something in the sky near the moon (?) so i thought maybe that was the asteroid belt but... it’s only condensed in one area..? 

it looks like a rocky place (you know, the quasmarian quarry Typhon mentions?!), i could see it, it looks super well-kept!!! my only problem?? it’s not underground/next to a cliff or anything. i guess it’s actually possible with those cranes and shit that it’s been excavated completely

i think we walk out of a temple here, which makes me think this is connected to the temple with all those monster dudes in it (also i can’t be the only one who thinks the blue sparkles on the statue on the far left makes it look like it has a shiny thicc butt. i CANNOT be the only one)

you know this one

well ACTUALLY in the We Are Mayhem trailer we DO see one of these guys!!! he’s on Maliwan’s side as the VHs are running across the bridge and im pretty sure that is Promethea!

IM PRETTY SURE

the neon lights and shit make me think it is in fact the city!!! maybe a part of the city that’s been totally overrun by Maliwan??

okay im certain this is promethea, those turrets we 100% see in the gameplay reveal trailer (below)

i thought i recognized that silhouette!

so unless maliwan is carting those demon dudes from a different planet to use in their army, I’m going to guess the huge ass temple was excavated from when Typhon found it (explaining the cranes and buildings) and Maliwan maybe took control with the CoV and somehow?? got control of those big demon boys. not quite sure tbh

OKAY SO THIS IS SO AWESOME ASDFGFHGJFK IM NERDING THE HELL OUT I LOVE ERIDIAN STUFF AAAA OKAY SORRY IM JUST ADSFSGFHYDJUK

AND THIS ONE LOOKS SO TINY?? I AAAA I KNOW IT’S NOT BUT??

THIS FEELS LIKE IT WOULD BE THE VAULT ON ATHENAS (IF THERE IS ONE) THOSE STAIRS (??) ARE GIVING ME THE VIBE. THERE IS UNFORTUNATELY NOT A LOT TO WORK OFF OF HERE, BUT THE PROJECTION THING IT’S DOING IS NEATO!! 

okay so this is either paint or light. and i can’t tell if that’s a person up there or a statue or something? I feel like i can’t almost see a cross or something so...

THEN IT CUTS TO THIS? AND HOLY STARGATE VIBES BATMAN I LOVE IT

i have a huuuuge feeling at least one of these Vaults is going to appear in like a cutscene of a flashback where Rhys and/or Fiona describe what happened at the end of Tales. The reason I’m bringing this up right now is because this Vault is just... in a void. There’s nothing around it except that gradient which is really bizarre to me.

JUST

ALL OF THIS

HOLY HELL THAT LOOKS LIKE A FORTRESS IN THE BACKGROUND MAYBE THAT’S WHERE THE TWINS ‘LIVE’? I IMAGINE THEY HAVE SOME SORT OF PLACE TO SLEEP AT THE VERY LEAST

it has the mouthpiece shape on the top up there? although i guess that could also be a VERY crude statue of someone raising their hands to the sky?? but it looks like the mouthpiece symbol. 

another shot of the HBC

intro to the rc

what i am assuming is the back area of the RC? but uh... given what we saw above, maybe this is in their fortress area???? imagine lilith teleports away because the twins stole the key from us and we have to sprint to their fortress base and when we get there it opens into a cutscene and Lilith is crawling on the ground away from them

mhmhmhmhmhmmm

heyo look at those shapes and colors on the left there. you know exactly what im gonna say

im gonna say it anyway

inhale atlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlas

okay i think i got it out of my system

it could also be dahl architecture (because it looks very very similar to the RC) painted with the colors of the CoV. Could also be that. 

i do think it’s interesting because this is almost the exact same shot as this!!

which means this is here

and i can 100% see this being in their fortress (???) and not the RC. The RC has that huge area in the back we don’t explore yet, so it could be there but... now I’m thinking... what if that’s just so we find the clue that the sun smashers gave the key to the twins in the HBC? Like i know i said the room Shiv comes out of is gonna be it but... maybe the whole area is just for quest stuff? or there’s a loot room or smth. idk. it’s good to keep ur mind open to alternative possibilities, is all

we get to learn what color Tyreen’s power actually is! ... I think? I’m pretty sure. like im hopeful this happens before she steals Lily’s powers...? but?? anyway although the vid is washed out, if we look at the shot from the dev trailer, it seems to be purple/red. I thought it was straight red, but guess not. Unless this IS after she stole Lily’s powers and that’s why she’s looking at it like that LMAO. i don’t know!!

Troy with a little robot buddy! Did he build that?! it’s adorable! it reminds me of the one in the RC but without a snake body. I wonder if his body mods/arm/neural implants let him control it. that’d be so rad

... why did the background start glowing???

ty in the hbc!!!

same shot with troy. i think this is the same cutscene as the reveal trailer one (VS the Calypso Twins) just at a slightly different angle/animation

oh shit is that a demon boy in the background? i think it might be

definitely looks like the temple area!! those spikes look like they could’ve been part of one’s wings, you can even see the thin skin bit stretched out on the left next to tyreen. also... is that an eyeball on the part in the middle there? that’s horrifying. no thank you.

so far, literally the closest we see Troy near one. This is 100% after he shed the monster skin like a snake. ... I’m kidding. mostly.

also i can’t believe my art of the twins giving the rock on symbol is actually legit. i posted that literally the morning before their personalities were revealed in the demo, im so happy

if this is not the video we see in Shiv’s room I’m gonna be so disappointed. is that a sword behind the box? Also i think i understand why the Map Machine Broke now. I am under the assumption this happens before they steal lily’s powers, but it’s entirely possible it’s after! this looks like the area they steal them in, so maybe lily sees it on live stream and is like “NOPE FUCK THIS” and teleports in to steal it. that’d be really interesting... still hoping they steal her tats after the HBC tho. im gon b really upset if they dont lol (not really, because it’s fucking bl3, but like... why would u then go put the map with mouthpiece... why...)

troy has his tattoos here! that or his skin has been peeled off and he’s losing a lot of blood. let’s say he has his tattoos so i can sleep tonight :)

cuts to him catching the key? almost want to say this is a different scene entirely than the previous one. same area, probably though

hmhmhmhmhm the fortress (?????) doesn’t seem to be connected to a rock wall at all (it’s elevated on like a plateau) so you know what, maybe this IS in the RC afterall!

fuckin mlg over here

oh it stops glowing again. you know maybe its on like a timer/pulsing or something. maybe that’s not important lol

back at the monster. why does tyreen look nervous/in pain? AND WHERE DID HER FOREARM TATTOOS GO???

OH MY GOD

THEY ONLY START REAPPEARING AFTER SHE DOES THE SUCK ON SOMETHING BELOW HER

WAIT HOLD UP

 UMM 

wTF???

i think that’s the horn or part of the monster they were sitting on/had killed???

holy shit. are tyreen’s tattoos/powers temporary and she has to continuously suck the life force out of stuff to keep them going??????? maybe stronger stuff = longer battery life??? holy shit.

troy in jakobs manor! explains the psychos with tv heads being hung everywhere

i was about to say this was the HBC but its not. ‘HOLY CHILDREN’ maybe this is where the VHs are walking forward with the giant spike head behind them. you know, this area?

altho that would be the outside of it. ACTUALLY maybe this is the entrance to the fort?? the walls like like castle walls lol

what in the holy fuck is that thing??

it looks like a fucking dragon??? sitting on a wire ball?

where the heck is this? in the temple area maybe? i don’t ever remember the floors glowing, but they do look similar. 

oh and the twins shake forearms again. maybe Tyreen is giving Troy half her powers or something and whenever she does her tattoos start to disappear so she has to suck more energy from other stuff to keep them present??

to this shot, so it’s a possibility. maybe they figured out how to “activate” stuff or something! And i am kinda thinking this is on Promethea now because of the Vault being similar? and the big demon boys appearing. but again like... the Eridians were kinda EVERYWHERE so it’s hard to say for certain even if the architecture looks similar. of course it would, they were goddamn everywhere. still curious as to why Little Blue gets that book, though. is it typhon’s book? a siren’s book? a researcher’s book? one of her ancestor’s books? i don’t know! lol

another shot of this. is this actually a vault???? it seems small and tbh the vaults are usually like... not shaped/designed like this? maybe it’s a statue. idk this feels wrong saying it’s a Vault. it doesn’t even have the inscriptions. maybe the academic district on athenas has a statue of a vault bc they’ve got a bunch of weird shit like Amara’s tattoos on a building and a vault symbol for a door so why the heck not this too lmao

the circus area with the ferris wheel! im so excited for this area. hype hype. it looks like it’s next to the motorcade. maybe this is where the big face arena place with pain and terror is, too!!! i could see the whole arena type deal being in a giant red circus tent

oooo where the fuck is this?? im interested. my first thought was a spaceship bc of the machinery (?) in the back but... maybe not?

maybe some part of the CoV spaces we’ve already seen? the railing in the back makes me think so.

back in the HBC!

space shot of Promethea (the asteroid belt and city lights)

it was at this point in the vid i started crying (like for real lol)

god im so ready for this game

Sanc-III!

colors check out 

im still wondering where that blue ship is...

they have totally different paint designs and the blue one is on the cover art as well!!! what is UP with that gearbox?!

anyway, this is TAKE OFF and also a nice shot of Elpis in the background. the crackening lava seems to have died down over 7 or so years. good for her.

“Pandora”. i love the sky, holy shit that’s gorgeous. what’s in the sky there by the moon? i don’t know! maybe sanc-iii actually DOES have a cloaking device. damn, i was kidding, but that’d be amazing

eden-6! with the jakobs manor in the background. this looks vvvv similar if not the same area we got the moze gameplay in

Promethea!!!!!!! wow this place is gorgeous holy shit

as this shot appears lily says “wherever the hunt for the Vaults takes us” which is likely implying this isn’t promethea. athenas, then? It’s possible, we see Maliwan has occupied at LEAST the academic district so i could see them excavating a Vault.

THERE’S A BIRD where do we see birds??? on eden-6, but this 100% does not look like eden-6 to me... it would explain the temple, though....... because tannis has the floor tile in her office the same time she’s crawling around inside a dino so... maybe???

we’ll have to see! I kinda hope it’s promethea, seeing large buildings and cranes and shit would only really fit my views of Promethea and Pandora.... the whole area is giving off weird blue sparkly effects, maybe it has been teleported or summoned or something? i don’t really know what’s up with that tbh.

it cuts off on this shot

wondering if this is like a character selection screen or smth it reminds me of the persona “press start” screens haha

also the art in the background is pretty rad. anyway that’s all for now folks

im gonna go pass out now, it’s 4:12 in the am. gnight

edit: i got my acronyms for the hbc and rc messed up bc i am a v tired.

#borderlands #bl3 #borderlands 3 #oh man oh me oh my #panel breakdown #the calypso twins #tyreen calypso #has anyone else noticed that about her tattoos yet? #i was busy working on my mock opening so all i got was the message then ran to do this asap lol #i would just like someone to tell me if im crazy or not #because i swear she doesn't have tattoos on her forearm #and then they appear #after she starts using her powers

[tumblunni]

Ok i was thinking about how to rewrite Gyan and Are to have more of a fleshed out plot and such and somehow i went on a tangeant of "why not redesigns also". Except Gyan is like Actually Perfect and the only change i would make is emphasizing more on how fuckin cute he is and not trying in vain to chip away at a mountain of adorableness and pretend its actually scary. EMBRACE HIS CUDDLEY FACE!

Buuuut then with Are i thought there was potential to redeisgn him cos he really is just another "just a human drawn funny" type yokai and he doesnt even have an interesting outfit like Gyan. There's already a whole bunch of other mafia dudes who are super humanoid like that, they didnt even give him the same colour tux as his boss to make it clearer he's not affiliated with the yw3 ones.

SO A THOUGHT

COMPLETELY RANDOM

VAMPIRE

Like just give him some cool wings or somethin and there you go his design is a little less samey. His proportions are like 90% head and arms so vampire wings just seemed to make sense. And he'd look cute if he kept them wrapped around him like a cape and maybe they have a tuxedo style pattern on them?

And then it could tie into his cleanliness theme if he's a vampire for cleanliness! Like we already have count zapaway who's a vampire for remote controls, we may as well make a whole lineup of comedically unthreatening nosferatus! Imagine him drinking washing up liquid from a wine glass or doing the big dramatic B-movie vampire attack scene but he's just chewing on a sponge.

And itd also help give him a slightly different powerset to Washogun and Tublappa who are both cleanliness yokai. I was thinking "the yokai of whenever you cant find your cleaning supplies". It was secretly him all along! The tiny mafia vampire who lives in your sink cupboard!

Also i dont really know what theyd call him if his episode ever got dubbed into english. Al Bacleano?

#are bacchino

[maniacalmachinist]

Predator/D&D (pt 6)

CHAPTER 6:  TAKING FLIGHT

Sleep didn’t come easily to Hachende after the feast, his mind abuzz with everything said and done; notions that were, and still are, completely contrary to everything he’d known.  He’d been given a small lodging, though from what he’d been told he was significantly taller than most “civilized” races.  The “bed” was a bit too soft for his taste, but the flooring offered a bit of comfort, and the wood itself smelled oddly sweet, and there was an odd form of fire enclosure that provided some degree or warmth.  What sleep he had was interrupted by a sudden series of sounds hitting against the portal of the room.  He had grabbed the handle after picking up his spear, recalling how the locking mechanism worked.  The Cold One was standing there, [Ah, good afternoon my friend . . . apologies if I woke you, but we decided to let you sleep in for a while.]

Hachende grunted, [I would thank you I suppose, but it was overwhelming to say the least.]

Gyre held up a hand, [Ah, again, I am sorry for the slight . . . but, the Druidess came to me this morning with something to better aid in your conversations.]  He took what seemed to be a pendant of some kind, a shiny blue stone embedded in a silver filigree.  [I apologize that it may stand out a bit from your normal attire, but rest assured that your ability to communicate will be far more useful.]

Hach rolled his eyes, growling and took the pendant, throwing it over his head and letting it dangle around his neck.  He was about to say something when he heard five familiar voices . . .

“So anyway, Lars was trying to get saddled on the horse when suddenly Wagh sneezed, scaring the fucking purebred, running around half mad with this dumbass strapped to it.  The orc was panicking while the dwarf and I were laughing our fucking asses off.” laughed Sven to a rather sour looking Lars. The female, Jessica, was rubbing her head, clearly agitated by their conversation.  Hach was shocked . . . understanding most of what was being said, clearly for a loss of his own words.  In an attempt to divert attention, Lars waved at Gyre, “Good morning Steward . . . most of us are ready.”

“Wagh comin’, Wagh comin!!”

“Honestly, you five have to be the oddest combination in the northern regions . . . though I suspect your little troop might expand.”

Jessica canted her head, confused, “What do you mean, ancient one?”

Gyre looked at her, aghast, “Come now, I’m older than most here, but I’m by no means ancient . . . ah, and I forgot my manners, Hachende will be joining us.”

Wagh scratched his head, “Duh, who be Itchy-Hand?”

Hach growled a bit, but recalled the simplistic creature, “I am Hachende . . . do you understand me?”

The five blinked at him, the dwarf Durgo laughing, “Ah laddies, ya be owin’ me again . . . told ye tha’ stew’rd would ha’ some deviltry ta be helpin’ our gues’!”

[If their speech becomes too annoying, you can always take off the pendant for a while to give your hearing a rest.]  Hache nodded, thankful for the advice.  “If you dolts are ready, I had a skiff prepared at the landing.  We’ll have to make a slight detour to my den before picking up Hachende’s ship.”

Jessica was clearly anxious, “Oh this is going to be once in a lifetime . . . to travel with a dragon!”

Hachende took a moment to gather his gear, “I’ve heard that term so much . . . is it a title of reverie or something?”

The five merely looked at each other and laughed, “You’ll see in a moment,” Lars responded with a chuckle while the group headed up to the landing, Gyre at the lead.

“Ah, a clear day . . . a most welcome sign to be sure.”  The landing itself was at the edge of a cliff, overlooking a drop that seemed to go for over a kilometer.  With a deep breath, Gyre jumped off the edge of the cliff . .

“What in the name of the gods . . . did that fool really just dive off a cliff without any equipment?!?”  Hachende placed his hand over his face, then shook as a melodic roar filled the air.  He looked at the lip of the cliff, his breath catching in his throat as a massive beast with huge wings was slowly lifting itself.  He took a step back defensively, not knowing what the fuck was going on . . . the creature itself did in fact resemble what Gyremar described to him earlier, but it was far more majestic: scales of silver that rippled like ocean waters, wings that were kicking up a blizzard of their own, and a muscular body that belied age and strength only ever seen in his own people’s greatest Leaders.

“I told you, Hachende,” the beast bellowed, lowing it’s head to the group, “Best get a good look and commit it to memory, for sights like this will surely be a rarity in your lives.”

The five were silent, mouths agape in disbelief, “bloody fuckin’ fel!” muttered the one called Lars.

“Well, don’t stand there gawking like a group of idiots, get on the skiff . . . “ Bellowed Gyremar, moving to the center of the landing.  What looked like a log raft with rails was awaiting them, and was attached to a long metal bar over the top with enough room for the occupants to sit down. “Try not to move around too much, a fall would be most inconvenient.”  Hach took up the center of the skiff, the others arrayed themselves around him against the rails.  Gyremar grunted, diving off the edge again, and flew back, taking hold of the skiff’s bar and pulled the group into the air.

“FUUUUUCK MEEEEE!” screamed Durgo.  Hach gasped, never having flown exposed to the elements in such a primitive manner.  Jessica was oddly at ease taking in the sights that passed beneath them.

*******************************************************************

The travel, which would have taken days by foot, went by in a matter of a few hours.  The four fools, mage, and Hach himself were actually fairly quiet.  Gyremar grunted in approval, making this trip easier to deal with, “WE’re coming up on my den, be ready to land.  You can get up and stretch, but I won’t be long . . . I need to speak with my cohort, lest they start tapping into my personal stash.”  He chuffed lightheartedly.

Gyre slowed down to hovering speeds, enough to plant the skiff on the landing point, “FUCKIN’ LAAAAND!!” The dwarf screamed, kissing the ground.  The rest, except Hach laughed at his antics, while Gyre made a deep bellow into the den, which was welcomed with excited yipping sounds.

“BOSSSS!!  Ya back!!” shouted a Kobold, Dar’gor from the look of it.

“Temporarily . . . I’m here with guests.  I came to inform you that the emergency is over, and return to business as usual, but I may be gone for several more days.”

The kobold chief nods excitedly, then it’s tone changes, “Ah, about that boss . . . we kept hearing barking outside the sealed cave, like a weird laugh. Yip!  I think the frost gnolls are on the move!”  Gyremar grunted, thinking on a plan.

“What are these small creatures, and that odd noise they make?”  Gunted Hach, hand on his disc, but more as a precaution than a necessity given the dragon conversing with them.

“Oh, those are Kobolds . . . kinda like reptilian rats, or vermin, but smart enough to use magic and some light weapons.” replied Jessica.  “Alone, they’re pretty harmless, but when they form raiding parties, it’s best to watch your step.  What they lack in strength, they can more than make up in numbers.  What they’re speaking is their language . . . a form of draconic, but far less elegant.”

“Draconic?  I’m assuming the language of the Cold One?”

“Uhh . .. oh, if you mean Steward Gyremar, then yes.  The language of his kind, and those like him.”

Hach nodded, then his eyes went wide, “Wait, how many more of his kind are there?”

“Oh, right . . . uh, his is but one breed out of, what was it . . . ten to fifteen different ones?  There’s five metallics, Gyremar being a silver dragon, the rest are gold, bronze, copper, and brass.  Then five chromatics; red, blue, black, green, and white.  There’s stories of purple ones as well, and some with gem-colored scales that are said to bend light as they fly,” Jessica responded, clearly enthusiastic . . . a little too much so for Hach’s tastes.

Hach put on his biomask to get a better look around this den, and mark it.  To his surprise, they had flown a course just southeast of where his ship crashed, and none too far from the site.  He cycled the vision modes, finding one that showed movement in the giant reptile’s den, and it was alive with what seemed like hundreds of the smaller “kobolds,” all scampering about with various duties.  He peered over the edge of the landing while the humanoids continued about their idle banter, cycling his vision . . . “Hmmmm, interesting . . . these creatures are cold blooded, but why are there warm signatures down below?”

“You said something big guy?” chimed Lars, curious about the yautja’s comment.

Hach nodded, pointing down at the base of the mountain, hundreds of meters from the landing, “Mostly reptiles live here, but there are warm bloods at the base.”

“Hey Steward!!  The Traveler thinks you and the kobolds might have some uninvited guests down below!!” Lars shouted to the dragon.

Gyremar snorted, and grunted . . . then sniffed the air, “Hmmm, while it is not my place to fight for others, perhaps this would be a decent test of your group’s abilities.”  He shifted his head to Hachende, “They’re likely gnolls, often hunting in small packs . . . probably thinking to take a few kobolds for food.”  He then addressed the whole group, “I’ll take you down below, but you’ll need some rope to hold onto me. Dar’gor . . . open that entrance, but only enough for one of your clan to get through, it’ll tease the gnolls enough to stick around, and my friends here will take care of the rest.”

“Yip yip, right boss!!” Dar’gor scurried off, barking what Hach thought were orders to the rest.

Sven and Lars procured some rope from their packs, and started preparing them, “We’ll have to latch them onto your horns, Gyremar . . . any objections.”

Gyre grunted, “It’ll be awkward, but expedient . . . ,” with the exception of Jessica, they were practically giddy with anticipation.

“Bou’ fookin’ bloody time!  Been itchin’ for a damn fight . . . the one with fewest kills buys the first roun’!”

Jessica strapped her stave to her back, “Are you guys seriously going to play around?!?”

“Hey, if today is your last day, better make the best of it.” chimed Lars.

“Fuck yea!” agreed Sven, bumping his forearm with Lars.

“Wagh beat heads?!?  Who heads?”

Durgo groaned, “Gnolls, ya bloody simpleton!”

“Uhhg . . . Wagh hate gnolls!!”  He beat his club against the ground, “Spirits, fight wit’ us!!” He howled.

Jessica blinks, “Wait, he’s a shaman!!!”

“Yeah . . . doesn’t look or act like it, but he knows his shit when he needs to know his shit” grinned Sven.

“Alright, enough talk . . . climb on and hold tight.  I’ll drop you off to the south side of the entrance.  Once there, it’s up to you six . . . I will observe from the side.”  Gyre tilted his head so the group could sling the ropes over.  

Hach was oddly thrilled and afraid . . . the struggle against the wyvern had left him questioning this place.  But at the same time, he would experience combat from the human ways.  He took hold of the rope, fastened well to the Dragon’s horn, opposite of the Orc Wagh.  When all were secure, Gyre started his descent to the entrance, his claws plowing into the rock, his pace steady but moved with purpose.

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They made good timing, Hach was able to see the warm bodies of the intruders more clearly, counting the warm-blooded signatures.

“How many ya be seein’ there, Hachende?” Shouted Durgo, annoying the warrior further.

“At least 20 . . . “

“Ya hear tha’ lads . . . soun’ like three or four huntin’ parties!”

Jessica started whispering, and the air around their bodies developed a light shimmer, even Hach’s.  He felt oddly lighter, and his mind clearer.  She panted afterward, “That should handle the basics for a while . . . please, don’t get too injured.  I’m an apprentice wizard, not a priest.”

“Hey, Bookworm Bitch, you worry too much . . . just keep your back to the wall, and keep an eye on us,” Lars laughed out.  Males openly insulting a female . . . Hach really wondered about the mental capability of these creatures. Hach just groaned, completely uncertain of this group of imbeciles . . .

“If you warm bloods are done, we’re almost there . . . save your victory soirée for later,” grunted Gyremar.  He looked around, then lowered his head a few meters from the Kobold entrance, “Good luck . . . and do be careful.  I’d hate to report bad news to the mayor.”

Lars and Sven smiled, hunkering down in the front of the group after dismounting, followed closely by the dwarf, orc, and female.  Hach took to the nearest tree, climbing with barely a sound and activated his shift suit, then advanced ahead of the group, eager to draw the first kill.

#predator #yautja #D&D #fanfiction

[thecryptoid]

i may be smoking the devil's lettuce rn but what if tooth fairies loved teeth so much and literally pay for them in money and offerings because they don't have any teeth

maybe not even a mouth

just these winged, tiny humanoids flitting around in groups searching beds for kid-teeth. and it's not really because adults don't often lose teeth (or keep said teeth under a pillow), but it's because they're maybe less afraid of kids or something, or because kids never give a real shit when they see something from the other side, anyway

so just imagine these locust-level hordes of flying, intelligent beings with NO mouths, little things that collect spare human money and trinkets and treats SOLELY because they just love these fuckin little teeth so damn much, they just got this TOOTH ENVY and the little fuckin weirdos cannot help themselves

imagine their homes!!! they probably worship teeth and like build big scary fake jaws out of them, just like spiritually salivating over it

i can't decide if the tooth fairies (who are probably fucking horrifying to look at because remember up there when i said words like 'no mouth' and 'humanoid') are peaceful or viciously competitive. because on one hand, i can see them acting as like an insect colony and everyone sharing the divine purpose of living and dying for the eternal and blessed Hunt Of The Tooth.

but i can also see fairies gloating in the face of their fellow hunters, just sipping their sweet sweet success like like actually have mouths. i can see skilled fucking assassin-like fairies slinking in and out of homes, gathering intel, building up perfect schedules to get all the fucking teeth, like there's this absolute cutthroat competition. and nobody ever attacks each other!!! the threat of No Teeth is so horrible that they have no time to waste on petty concepts like revenge or sadism!! not in this economy!!! it's all about those fucking teeth, baby

#hey!! what the fuck did i just write about forever #i am so glad everyone is asleep and i'm alone #tooth fairy #teeth fairies #? #who knows!! #hi my name is courtney welcome to my ted talk about the ugly truth about tooth fairies and toothsport #a verified shitpost #okay!!! enough tumblr for one night bye

[obannthepunished]

oof i forgot to post notes

here

Nott is Fjord's daughter now

Calianna?? i missed the spelling im sure her sheet will pop back up, but she wants an Item from the storehouse. She has also called jester and kiri cute which is gr8 Oooh she's got left side draconic shit

im working so like... bad notes

theyre all being dicks but shes determined theyre lovely i love her too much

theyre heading toward the... unterloch??? close enough

"Mr caleb" - Callie

Jester has Kiri on her shoulders <3

"MR FJORD" (with the lil j noise lmao) ooooh i love her

its super duper misty/foggy, they cant see much

Nott is Bren for this lmao, gives Febron some fuckin booze Callie, @ Fjord: (some comment about parenting)

Callie calls Febron "Mr Creepy Pervert" which i think is. just fab. move over molly youve been replaced as my fav (jkjk molly my darling i love you)

i do love that its "i need a d6" and everyone clamours to give. ive done that. its so nice. Big fuckin fireball burns off the fog in a wide area, and also damages something that comes for them taliesin your vicious mockery needs work Fjord casts Witch Bolt? Sick

ok ok notes picking up now promise, around Frumpkin looking out over shit with Caleb layer of bones inside something or other. a tree trunk. something matted in corner.

taliesin and laura pointing in EXACT unison is really creepy

marisha gets that nat20 on a survivl check

Febron nearly walks into a venus fuck trap, Callie levitates him, and they bat him away like a balloon

Caleb is very good at being a dickhead and i adore him

Fjord sees a shadow and they fan out, Callie Fjord Beau Yasha Molly?

Shadow is a bulbous humanoid, super boily, trollish in nature Beau distracts w some ball bearings oh ja callie thinks molly is a super devout bahamut follower

Callie is from port demali originally! raised by a cult taken in off the street

Jester is charged with going to make friends with the troll and hands Kiri over holding her under the arms... wings? And Fjord takes her by the scruff and literally EVERYONE gets mad (Nott takes custody instead)

Jester sends her duplicate out, and the troll attacks it and then runs away when it fails

pearl hilted daggers in the trees mark the way

there are corpses set up for show ew

Jester is gonna try and Speak With Dead

Q: What Did this to you? A: Swamp fish men under the ground

Q: How many? A: Many

Q:did anything hurt them more A: TLDR when we cut them, they bleed

Q: --nvm the troll gets Febron

Febron is Unconscious FEBRON IS SUPER DUPER PERMADEAD

Beau is ALSO unconscious now

Matt: That ends your turn fjord? Fkord:... yyyeah i cast regret

Caleb is casting things and IM HERE SCREAMING SLOW REPEATEDLY AT 5am

Yasha burns her movement to get close and DROP IT

Jester casts Healing Word THANK GOD 7hp

CALLIE FREES BEAU WITH LEVITATE!

troll gets away w febrons super dead corpse

back to speak with dead on the halfling Q: which way is the safehouse a: (head curves to right) hundred feet that way

br8k

The cult worshipped The Queen idk ic ant remember the proper name, part of a ritual the bowl, ueen of chromatic dragons

Callie cleans the water so Nott can see, which is sweet

jester + callie comlimeting one another is so cute this is th new otp

big big tree hollow chamber

Nott gets fragment of possibility and goes down a lil hole, falls but casts featherfall

they all godown, kiri in a corner, and they talk too much and lose their surprise round

Fjord: SUP, FISHFUCKS HUNGER OF HADAR BITCHES HOLY FUCK

Fjord is stabbed w harpoon 8( and then is bitten!

BEAU IS ENLARGED

i love it when they call molly "mollymauk" it genuinely fills me with some joy

Fjord is nat20 harpoon'd too. AND AGAIN AND UNCONSCIOUS but half orc so 1hp Fjord is pulled in, beau sentinel's it before it can get at him, but it still takes its bite- misses, thanks to Molly's blood maledict. nvm he goes down again.

Yasha gets real mad and murders one of the fish buoys

Duplijester casts cure wounds by hugging Fjord

I love when the CRew starts fuckin singin all together its so beautiful. the lollipop every time.

Beau flurry of blows it and its dying but not gone.

Fjord gets the hdywtdt with his FUCKING eldritch blast

Callie is a little possessive of kill. "a little" also i know shorthand itd be cali but fuck you im homestuck til the end

Kiri stabbing dead things (callie voice): i kill people! Marisha is amazed by how magnets work

lots of money found. manacles.

Nott finds the bowl and hides it REALLY WELL from Callie Caleb Identifies the bowl, it's for communicating with the Queen and requires blood.

Fjord has little panicky flashbacks of being in the shipwreck oh sheisse he continues under the water though. big room, piled up treasure, 5-6 fish dudes.

Caleb calls Everyone over except Jes and Nott, no, now including Jester. Beau snatches the bowl from Caleb. and now theyre all super mad at caleb for this what the fuck yall.

Cult of the caustic heart, servants of the scaled tyrant Callie is being honest YAAAAAAY

Beau drags Caleb away and lectures him, but Callie stands up for him which is Really Nice. Mol: "YOURE ALRIGHT CALEB, YOURE JUST A SHITTY COMMUNICATOR"

YASHA HAS THE SWORD THAT DISPELS MAGIC shes gonna stab it IT WORKS!!!!! SHE SHATTERS THE FUCKING BOWL!!!!!!! Callie just gives her a big hug awww and yasha pats her

Callie + Jester are now pen pals Callie leaves

#Critical Role #Critical Role Notes #Critical Role Spoilers #CR Spoilers

[anarchoromantic]

OMG you have ocs ?? Would you mind sharing a lil bit abt all of em?? Just some basic things I'm interested now :0

hewwo!!!!! always comin to the rescue huh hcjdbc 💙💙

okayokay i have A LOT of ocs but the main characters for my most favourite universes are

1) aix (pron. eye) is a dude who i love, hes part of an anti-police detective agency who have become the protectors of a city in the south-eastern united states bc the police department are corrupt and violent (lmao). theyre all humanoids (not human): ‘monsters’ are very common but are oppressed and discriminated against in society. (there are two categories: humanoid and creatural. creatural are more like wild animals but some small species have been accepted as household pets. humanoids are intelligent and sentient beings who have always lived alongside, but not among, humans.) aix has a mouth where his eyes should be and no eyes anywhere and hes got fangs and hes punk rock and he uses sign language to communicate to others, especially his best friend whos head became disattached from her body one day and thats how she found out she had humanoid blood bc shes still livin and breathin and she sometimes loses her head. theyre both in the field division and act as bodyguards a lot hehe. aix is trans and gay and he has a boyfriend named alexavier whos got eyes on his arms who is also trans n hes bi and theyre in love. alexavier works in the computer divison and he specializes in technological security bc hes a Smart Boy. they have a creatural pet named november who is sweet but cant control her claws very well and sometimes scratches people all over but she doesnt mean it \: aix used to live by himself secluded bc he was scared of humans but now he has a big happy family of anti-cop anti-capitalist anti-fascist gays and i think thats fuckin beautiful

2) jamie!! he can see ghosts and there are some ghosts who have moved on but were assigned by The Boss to come back to earth and collect recently dead ghosts and guide them to the afterlife n these ones are the reapers (obviously not original but i wuv coming up with this shit). theres a reaper named green who jamie sees everywhere who doesnt meet his quota every month bc the town he and jamie live in is very small so not a lot of people are dying and he has to stay until his quota is filled (that sounds bad but its how they keep the death to birth ratio balanced and also if theres too high a concentration of ghosts in one area it can mess with living human affairs) so hes stuck on earth and jamie thinks hes just some homeless guy and he feels bad for him so hes like “yo heres some food” and greens like “huh. what. how do u see me. also i cant eat solids” and jamie is like “what the fuck are you talking abt” but they keep talkin n they become friends and jamies house becomes greens home base and then they fall in love. jamie has some friends named steph, arrow, and nim and they only see green when he wants them to.

3) barley is one of my older ocs n hes a dragon shifter and he used to live among dragons but his herd was killed by hunters and he alone was rescued by some hired adventurers and he tagged along w them and their leader was really shitty and manipulative and barley eventually left after a few years and met some better people and now hes adventuring with them and makin money like he deserves. one of them is named siire and hes a trans merman and he gets carted around in a wheelbarrow bc hes stubborn and likes to come with barley who he has a huge crush on. the other is arsenic who is a bard with skeletal hands so he cant play string instruments very well jvjdhcd

4) anik is very new!!!!!! shes a hijabi gnc bi girl who can control fire and shes dating a butch lesbian named eri whos very tall and likes art and anik supports them so much theyre in love (: i dont have a lot of story abt them so far but i want to hcjdbcksjc

5) hermes is a messenger but instead of some greek nerd who wears a winged helmet and robes hes got booty shorts and a crop top and dyed blue hair and he delivers across universes !! this is more of a comedic conscept that i thought was cute hcjsjcksc but he owns a delivery service and he travels the galaxies with his coworkers/underlings, hawk and carneval. hawk is a lesbian and carneval is a twink who i made in like… 2014 and just repurposed hcjdbckshf they work very hard to deliver mail to all the planets and its kind of just an exploration of what i could do with interplanetary travel and different cultures, aliens, etc etc bc im gay

thank u for asking gfjshckjsjc these are long and not explained well and im sorry if any of what i said might be offensive i know the whole humanoid monster thing might come off as a less-than-savory metaphor but really im just a monster fucker ackk ily!!!

[hahanoiwont]

Can you write some dragon Angus?

I sure fuckin’ can, buddy! Here’s some breakfast dragon Angus for the soul.

If anyone else wants to make a request, feel free to drop by my inbox!

Angus really likes working the the Bureau of Balance. They do a lot of really great things, like saving the world and trying at least moderately hard not to destroy entire cities (he remembers Phandolin now, but the Reclaimers still have nothing on his more violent, distant relatives). The moon was, of course, no icy mountain, but it was difficult for strangers to get to and much higher in the sky than Angus would be able to get a lair to otherwise.

Best of all, though, his lair was a veritable treasure trove, better than he had ever been able to collect before. He may not have an entire ancient palace like his grandfather (well, entire except for the silverware he’d been sent to fetch), but he had the current history of Faerun running beneath his wings. Angus is not a particularly fearsome dragon, but his hoard is something worth bragging about. And better than that, each part of it continues to come back to him.

He worries, of course, when the Reclaimers go off to retrieve relics. The smaller races are infinitely fragile and fierce as they are, they can’t protect themselves from everything. But each time, they come back hale and hearty with stories to be told and Angus can be a part of it! He’s right there over the stones of farspeech, helping them solve puzzles and dodge traps and making goofs with them. But his favorite part is what comes after.

Once the Reclaimers come back from Refuge, Angus is proud to show off the magic he’s been practicing. It comes easier to him than it would to the smaller folk, and Taako seems pleased, if exhausted by his date with death. But best of all, Taako makes so much food.

It’s the day after they’ve gotten back and Angus wakes up to a loud knock on the door and Taako’s voice saying, “Yo, Agnes, open up or I’m blowing your door up!”

Angus does very much enjoy having a door sectioning off his bedroom from the rest of his home, so he quickly rushes to let Taako in, still in his pajamas but thankfully also still in his humanoid form. Taako leans dramatically on the door frame, because Taako is a ridiculous elf.

“Thank the gods, I nearly died waiting there. You took forever, Ango, that could’ve been my whole lifetime. Six hundred years for you to open the door!” he whined, clutching his chest. Angus supposes dragons are wont to lose track of time for a couple decades, but he’s pretty sure Taako was waiting for a maximum of fifteen seconds.

“What can I help you with, sir?” he chirps, ready to start the day. Maybe a new magic lesson? Or a fun puzzle that needs solving?

What Taako’s got planned is even better, though.

“Gonna need a hand in the kitchen, little man,” he says. “Somethin’s up with your eyes, fix that shit first. Meet me in the suite in ten or I’m starting without you!”

And just like that he whirlwinds right back out, umbrella swaying jauntily. Angus rushes to the bathroom and sure enough, his eyes are a brighter silver than is normally achievable. He hastily reapplies his transformation and rushes to the Reclaimers’ suite with eight minutes to spare.

When he gets there, Taako is just arriving, and he groans to see Angus.

“The fuck, it is way too early to be this fast,” he greets, ruffling Angus’s hair. He doesn’t mention the eye thing even though to Angus’s knowledge, most humanoids don’t have changing eye colors, and certainly not structures. He does start banging around Magnus’s pots and pans, though.

“Fuckin’--ugh, what kind of shit is--what I wouldn’t give for a cast-iron pan, swear to god--have to do everything myself,” he mutters, setting a couple of tins and pans he hates the least on the table.

“What are we doing today, sir? Are we making something?” Angus asks, because he’s not gonna mention anything if Taako isn’t. Maybe later, when he’s had a chance to forget it a bit, assume it was a trick of the light.

“Yeah, we’re making a bomb-ass brunch is what we’re doing. Gonna feed those goobers, see if we can lure some others in with the smell,” Taako says absently, holding a pan in both hands and looking hard at it. It begins to turn black where he’s touching it, slowly.

“Sir? I thought you didn’t cook for people you want to not die?” Angus asks, because he would really like to know if Taako’s decided to assassinate the whole Bureau campus before it happens.

“Nah, turns out that whole thing was totally not my fault. Big misunderstanding. HR thing,” he mumbles. “‘sides, you guys are all about human cuisine, right? Thought you’d like to try making some.”

Angus looks intently at Taako, who looks intently at the pan he’s transmuting. He doesn’t seem to realize he’s said anything out of the ordinary, but...silver dragons are well-known for enjoying human and elven feasts. Several of Angus’s relatives will create special forms with elaborate backstories in order to go to a good enough party. Angus investigates.

“You guys?” he asks. Taako still isn’t paying him much attention, though he’s almost done with the pan.

“Yeah, you know,” he says vaguely. “Had a friend like you once. Good year.”

Is it possible that Taako had befriended a dragon before? Has he seen through Angus’s disguise already?

“Sir? What do you mean?” Angus presses. If Taako tells the Director...

Taako finishes with the pan and looks up. “Huh? Sorry, what was I saying?” he asks. He’s got that look on his face that he does sometimes, when he wanders off in the middle of a conversation or asks for someone who isn’t there. An expression very similar to the one he’d gotten after blowing Angus’s macaroons to pieces and carving three letters into the wall.

Was ‘Lup’ a dragon?

Angus whips out his notebook and writes knows dragon? for one year? Lup/forgot??? before Taako slaps it out of his hands.

“Hey, didn’t bring you here to be my shrink, little man. Why don’t you whip up a mage hand and start stirrin’, we’re on pancakes today.” Taako himself starts portioning out ingredients and intermittently hurling them at Angus, who frantically summons a mage hand to help guide them to a bowl.

“Sir, I think this would work better if you stopped throwing things!” he protests, but Taako laughs at him.

“Hell no, little dude, you gotta have fun with it! That’s what partner cooking is all about!” he chortles, and then throws an egg. Gently, but he still is throwing an egg and Angus’s face. He barely catches it. “Gimme some fire!”

And, well. Angus is not a creature of chaos, not like elves in general and Taako in particular are, but it’s very hard not to have a good time when someone like an older brother is guiding you through the delicacies of human cooking and making dumb jokes on the way. He explains each part of the recipe in his offhanded way, never assuming that Angus will know about all the various utensils used by little folk for food preparation, but not quite crossing the line into patronizing without a good goof to make up for it. And when Magnus comes out of his room, looking vague and forgetful, the two of them keep an eye on him while he enthusiastically stirs pancake mix (Taako insists he’s getting it gluey and gross, but Angus thinks he’s probably fussing), and it’s a good morning.

Yeah, the Bureau makes for a great hoard, but Angus think maybe the greatest treasure was love all along.

#writing tag #unedited bc i am a sleepy young man #i hope you like it! and i hope it makes up for your no good sad book! #no one died in the end see? #i couldn't figure out how to end it and it was getting Too Long so i just cut it off here #ninja-kitty-more-like-no

[scarlet-shattering]

Major NPCs (Incomplete)

So uh, here’s a big-ass list of NPCs that people are gonna meet in the game. This is about 50% a guide for me, 50% for people who aren’t me, so parts of it (like the entire description for Vesura’s lesbian vampire queens) are missing, but yeah, this is what I’ve been working on. Also as I’m looking at this, the description for Brenna Beren, the gnome from Damaria, was updated to reflect my summer party’s actions, and may or may not be what the college party ultimately does with her. But yeah, here’s a big fuckin’ list of characters I’ve been designing since like February. Enjoy!

Major NPCs

Tora:

Brinewater:

"People die, promises break, and evil prevails. But gold... gold always remains." -Edna VanLee: Wood Elf Rogue(Arcane Trickster) 18, LE, In Book Also known as the Lady of Jade, Edna VanLee is the leader of Brinewater in every sense of the word. Not only is she the city's elected mayor, she also is the head of the Jade Shadow guild, the not-so-secret thieves' guild. The Jade Shadow is a force of evil, but also one of order: any thief that does not follow their laws pays the ultimate price. Edna is a tough but refined woman, familiar with high society, though she is not a member herself. She doesn't tolerate failure or disorder. She has been known to hire adventurers from time to time, but rarely directly. When she contacts the party, it will be through a Jade Shadow member. When she was younger, Edna was less coarse, and actually went adventuring with her own ragtag bunch of misfits, Adrian included. She empathizes with the party, but mostly pities them and their naive beliefs in the good of humanity. She is, at her core, greedy. She steals because she can, she's good at it, and she enjoys being surrounded by wealth, inspired by the first dragon she met. That was the day that she and Adrian, the only adventurers left in their sad little band, parted ways.

Centuries after their parting, Edna learned of an entity called The Stranger, some cloaked figure with a shovel that destroys evil wherever it may hide. She knew that her Adrian had become this creature, and while she hasn’t seen him herself, she keeps tabs on his whereabouts so that he doesn’t get in over his head. Secretly, she has vowed to find whatever entity let Adrian trade his humanity for vengeance, and find a way to kill it.

"Don't bury me with it. You can't take it with you." -The Stranger (Adrian Drake): Human Paladin(Consumption) 20, CG, In Book A cloaked entity known to most as only The Stranger, Adrian is a walking tragedy. He was once a simple mortal man, centuries ago. He was an adventurer: he slew monsters, and that was all. However, as his blade tasted innumerable foes, he lost a few too many friends. He went on quest after quest of vengeance, slaying evil creatures not because he needed to, but because he wanted to. Eventually, Adrian became consumed with his need to destroy evil, until it overcame him. Now, centuries later, The Stranger is a living shade. He has replaced his noble greatswords and fine armor with a shovel and a tattered cloak. He carries a tombstone on his back, so that when he dies, no matter where it ultimately happens, there will be some form of burial. He doesn't know what grants him his still technically divine powers anymore, and he doesn't care. The only god he waits for now is the Raven Queen. "Brinewater's not such a bad place. Look past the pirates and you'll find decent folk!" -Finnan Goodbarrel: Halfling, No Class, LG Finnan has lived his whole life in Brinewater. He knows pretty much every area of town, and nobody has any reason to dislike him. The Jade Shadow generally leaves him alone, because he's been around for just as long as they have, and his earnings are far too humble to concern them. Still, the old Halfling is wiser than anyone figures at first glance. Finnan and his wife Bree own a bar and inn, Pino's. Bree dabbles in druidcraft, and after learning that she was infertile, she Awakened a mushroom named Pino. "If you don't ever notice it's gone, did I really steal it in the first place?" -Madam Miri (Ahari Ren): Gnome Rogue (Thief), 10, CN Ahari is a true-blue child of Brinewater. She's lived in it her entire life. Therefore, she has seen the best and the worst of humanity, and associates herself with neither. She's found her way into almost every home in Brinewater, and she could do it again. Ahari spent most of her life taking only what she needed--something for the next meal, a new (to her, at least) piece of clothing. But as she grew older, Ahari became resentful. Why should these ignorant fools, whose possessions were evidently so unimportant to them that she can steal them without getting caught, even deserve them in the first place? But Ahari knows the Jade Shadow well. She isn't totally afraid of it, but she's not foolish enough to go toe-to-toe with it either. So, she resolved to come into her own legitimately. Or at least, as legitimately she feels like. Ahari has spent some time outside of Brinewater as of late, perusing dungeons and even nicking things from careless adventurers. With what she's collected, she has managed to make herself a small magical item shop, across the walkway from Finnan and Bree's inn, on the second level. "Yes, Madam, right away." Scribbler: Kenku (no class), LE Secretary to Edna, Scribbler is a quiet person. Most of their work involves taking down Edna's orders, commanding the Jade Shadow guild with Edna's voice, and carrying their replies back to her. They're also the numbers bird behind the Jade Shadow, constantly counting coins and making sure that every guild member gets what they deserve, and not a piece more. They're the more than the slightest bit uncomfortable with their position of power, but they channel Edna and use her voice whenever they're uncertain. "Lookin' to hire a boat?" Grursad Stormwell: Dwarf (no class), LN Grursad began his life as a fish out of water. Exiled from the Iron Highlands for theft, he has since found a reputable position as the dockmaster in the city of Brinewater. Grursad is, as many dwarves are, a burly man. His black beard is cropped shorter than that of most dwarves, hanging only an inch or two off his face, and coming to a point at his chin. He wears what seems to have once looked like a nice cloth shirt, but its sleeves have been not-so-gently torn off, exposing his thick arms. His left arm sports a tattoo of a rather offensive Dwarvish curse word, and the right arm is tattooed with an even more offensive Dwarvish curse word. His eyes are stern, but not over-aggressive.

Damaria:

The world's a big place. Take a sword." -Leon Firebrand: Human Fighter(Battle Master) 9, CG, In Book Leon Firebrand went through most of his life as the man with the largest sword in the room. Born a smith, he lived simply, until a man that bought a sword of his used it against the innocent. Leon, furious, made his own sword from a monstrous hunk of black steel, and killed the man, retrieving his sword. He adventured throughout the world for a while, until he was attacked by a young bronze dragon that was the victim of mind control at the time. Leon, not knowing that bronze dragons are generally good creatures, heroically charged the dragon and swung his buster sword, cutting a deep scar into the dragon's snout. The dragon came to its senses and thanked Leon's, saying that he owed him a favor. They've been travelling together ever since. Recently, Leon has set up a new smithery, Firebrand's, in the city of Damaria. Despite its strict laws, Leon and Alderion chose the city because of its bustling economy, and because it's a great place for secrets. Leon's great blade, Dragonslayer, is mounted on the wall in the shop, covered in nicks and scratches from years of use. However, the "retired" adventurer always keeps his armor polished, just in case. "When you get as old as me, you start to see the same faces on different people. That's why it's always so exciting when a new one pops up." -Adrik Ironfist: Young Bronze Dragon/Dwarf, No Class, CG Adrik Ironfist was born Alderion, and a dragon. Once he learned of his draconic superiority, he, like many bronze dragons, took great pleasure in mingling with humans. He found their petty concerns and trifling day-to-day lives endearing, and it helped him understand why creatures as weak and feeble as humans needed protection like his. Then, one day, his conceit became his comeuppance, as a band of kobolds, servants to a black dragon, invaded his coastal cave, stole his meagre pile of treasure, and, most embarrassingly, took control of his mind. He found himself assaulting a band of adventurers, and while his mind yelled at him to stop, a tall blonde man with a monstrous sword struck him in the nose. The impact was so great that it left a scar, even on his thick hide. Alderion then learned how naive he'd become, and his scar was a permanent reminder that humanoids are capable of more than most dragons know. Now Alderion spends his days as Adrik Ironfist, assistant and lover to Leon. He knows very little about forge techniques, but he carries materials from one end of the forge to the other, and he always attempts to indulge the patrons in friendly conversation. The life of a simple dwarf is easy for him, but Alderion still secretly waits for the days when he can spread his grand wings into the sky once more.

“There cannot be order when reckless mages run free in my city.” Archbishop Rolf: Human (No class), LE

Archbishop Rolf inherited the great city of Damaria from his father. Before he took over the city-state, not many knew him. However, he quickly appealed to a smaller sect of Damaria’s populace, a radical group that wished to exterminate all of the mages in the city, for the sake of order. Most Damarians want to live in peace, but his extermination of mages has become the rule that most are used to living other.

"Purity... and peace." -Lucian Senatus: Dragonborn Monk (Tranquility), 7, LG, In Book Lucian Senatus is a walking contradiction. He lives in a city that spurns mages and all creatures magical, and yet he is an essential, if small, element of maintaining the city's guard. He works as a healer for the guards, helping cure diseases and wounds. He is not necessarily under their employ, but he's a medicine man that they frequently turn to when they meet an injury they don't know how to heal. His services are of course open to the rest of the people as well. Lucian generally tries to help everyone that needs him, believing that the ability to heal others is not his to withhold. Lucian was actually born in Overturn Valley, and spent most of his childhood there. However, he wandered the world, and eventually settled in Damaria. He felt that the city needed him, as he is unaffected by its hatred of mages. He is a pacifist by nature, and will help anyone that comes to him, if he can. He doesn't like to give information about who he heals, but if the party learns of his country of origin, he'll attempt to give them some insight about it.

“My grandpa’s theory sounds crazy, but I have to believe it.”

Brenna Beren, Gnome (no class) NG:

Brenna is the granddaughter of Sergius Beren, a gnome whose life’s work was compiling a grand theory on the origins of the world and its current state. He studied ancient texts and did archaeology all over the continent, and found ruins or mentions of societies that had no modern continuations. What was even more puzzling is that they referred to major geographic features, like mountains and lakes, that simply did not exist. Further study of past religions led Sergius to conclude that vast chunks of this planet had simply vanished, in a great calamity he dubbed “The Shattering.”

Brenna grew up hearing of her grandfather’s theories as he pieced them together, waiting for him to come home and tell her about his newest piece of research. When she came of age, they studied it together, though by then, Sergius’ theory had become mostly complete. The old gnome’s golden years were behind him, though, and he passed away, handing his theory down to Brenna. She has kept it well and expanded upon it when need be. She used to manage a library in Damaria, but ever since contact with the party, the only people in Damaria interested in her grandfather’s theory, she had to leave it behind. She laments the loss of one of the greatest centers of knowledge on the continent, but she has saved all she can, and is beginning to recreate her beloved library in Clearsky Hideout, where the party has left her. "Do you require my assistance?" Archmage Amon: Human Wizard (Abjuration), 18, CG Archmage Amon hides in plain sight. As a powerful mage living in Damaria, the least safe place for people like him, he initially took a lot of precautions in setting up his living space, spending years creating complex illusions. But as time's gone on, he's become rather complacent, taking to hiding in plain sight. Most every day, he dresses up in robes and walks in the town square to study the Fire Eternal. He's utterly fascinated by its origin, and very few things can tear him away from that pursuit. However, if confronted with an interesting enough thing to research, or a cause that desperately requires his aid, Amon will reluctantly tear himself away from the Fire Eternal to lend a hand. He's bookish, but businesslike. He's extremely skilled at minimizing the amount of time that he has to interact with someone, unless they've proven themselves worthy of his attention or friendship. Such relationships are ones that he doesn't seek, though, and he makes them very rarely.

Vesura:

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Queen Lenora Ves: Half-Elven Vampire, LE (In Book)

One of Vesura’s queens, vampire. Always wears red.

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Queen Alvina Ves: Human Vampire, LE (In Book)

Other Vesura queen, vampire. Always wears white.

Ravenna:

“I hate being a politician, which is why I must do it.”

Darius Drake, Human Paladin (Vengeance, Raven Queen), 12, NG (In Book)

Darius Drake was born to inherit the leadership of Ravenna, but since he was so far down the line of succession, he spent his early life wandering the realm, caring for little. However, he was still pure of heart, and he rid the land of evil where he could. He grew strong, and even became part of a roaming group of adventurers. They had grand adventures together, but eventually the other members grew old or died in battle, and Darius was one of the last to leave the band. He returned home to Ravenna, and took an elven princess as his wife. They lived happily together for a time, and the marriage produced a son. However, his wife soon fell ill, and Darius was tasked with being the lord of the city and a father all alone. Darius’ goddess, the Raven Queen, called him in for one last favor, and Darius was eager to adventure once more, even if alone. The Queen had learned of an entity that had delayed its own death by centuries, and even though it didn’t seem to harm the world, she still wished to preserve the cycle of life and death. Darius took up the task, but was met by his famed ancestor, Adrian Drake. They fought, and Darius lost, but Adrian spared his life in exchange for the Queen’s begrudging pardon of his crimes against the natural cycle of life and death. Adrian promised both the Queen and Darius that he would allow himself to die, but not quite yet. Darius returned home, now ready to retire. However, his son Jason, suddenly fully grown, told Darius that he wished to travel the world as his father did, and to track the lineage of the great Drake family, particularly the first Drake, a man Darius now knew to be Adrian. Darius couldn’t refuse, but he worried that Jason would get in over his head and learn of the awful fate that had become of their ancestor.

“That glimmer of hope you see… that’s me.”

Jason Drake: Half-Elven Paladin (Devotion, Pelor), 6, NG (In Book)

Jason Drake was born in his father’s shadow, but he quickly became determined to shine brighter than his dad. He studied hard and honestly, displaying excellent mastery with books as well as weapons, though his instructors said that his fighting style was quite peculiar. Nevertheless, Jason excelled, and when it came time for him to commit to a deity, he chose Pelor, the god of purity and light, that he might banish the darkness that surrounds his father and their lineage. Finally, he seeks the first Drake, the legendary hero who, centuries ago, roamed the land and sought out evil wherever he could find it. Legend has it, the First Drake established Ravenna, but his tale has no conclusion, for he mysteriously disappeared four centuries ago. Jason is determined to retrace his ancestor’s footsteps and discover what happened to his lineage, though he knows not what awaits him at the end of that path…

The Triple Peaks

“These peaks are older than memory.”

Gae-al Coldheaven: Goliath, no class, NG

Gae-al is the chief of the Cold Heaven tribe that resides on the southern base of the middle of the Triple Peaks. She was essentially forced into the role of chief, ever since the previous chief and the tribe’s elders disappeared on their yearly pilgrimage to the other side of the peak. She doesn’t fully understand the tribe’s traditions, but she respects the ruins of the ancient monasteries. Keothi was elected by her people, but she worries if she is enough, and if she will be able to keep the tribe fed and alive through the upcoming winter.

Worldsend

“Welcome… to the end of the world.”

Elder Norden, Human, no class, LG

Elder Norden is the leader of the small tribe of guardians who live in Worldsend. He’s been a watcher of the tribe for the last sixty years, and was very worried when the acolytes of the Cold Heaven tribe stopped coming.

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