#wayfarer MC

[redwayfarers]

I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask you, neither should you Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss like real people do

i am still on the floor over this cassmel kiss i got from @sunshinemage ;;; tysm rory, you are once again a WIZARD and i will stare at this forever and cherish it

#wayfarer #wayfarer if #wayfarer mc #cassander inteus #melchior larkspur #cassander x melchior #cassmel #I AM IN LOVE. mel's nail polish. cass' tattoos. #mel in red! cass' hair! #so many gorgeous details #two tall handsome bastards in love i love them sososoososo much #bisexual chaos agents. beloveds. #lemme die now from joy k thanks #but seriously. i love this soooo much

[harumeau]

Kiien and Aeran for @zimmena 🥺 thank you for commissioning me!!

#commission art #wayfarer if #wayfarer #aeran kellis #wayfarer mc #ahh i missed drawing wfr art. this was so fun

[chromadrop]

Sighing melodramatically while thinking about this game

For all the half-aeda MCs out there:

I just like to think about how my MC Taliesin would enjoy things like being in high, open spaces, the feeling of wind slamming into his face (his hair will be a bird's nest later) and just occasionally daydreaming about what it would be like to have wings and fly like a full-aeda would

#me refusing to study when i can doodle instead #Taliesin #wayfarer if #wayfarer mc #art

[idrellegames]

To the Sea, to the Sky

This is a little gift I wrote for @sunshinemage, featuring Oya and Aeran. Happy holidays, Rory! 💙💛

Aeran sits on a rock, bare feet scraping idly against the sand.

It has been half an hour or so since they picked their way down the hills from the little cottage to the coast. Oya woke early and all but pushed him out of bed, eager to catch the sunrise. Though they have been here for a week, today is the first opportunity they’ve had to explore. Still sore from the incident with a harpies a month ago, he was happy to sit and take in the view. He insisted that Oya not wait for him—how could he not? The delight in their eyes when they slid down the grassy knolls to the sands below was too endearing to ignore.

The ocean calls to them.

He lets out a long breath. Forcing his aching body to move, he rises to his feet and picks his way across the beach. Oya went straight to the water and headed east, leaving a trail of footprints in the flattened wet sand.

It doesn’t take long to catch up. Oya wanders across the beach at a steady pace, sandals carried in one hand. Their trousers are rolled up to their knees, the hems damp with water. They’ve left their turquoise tunic untucked and now it flutters about them, tugged by the breeze, and their hair is faded against the blue-grey light of the early morning. To an outside observer, they are simply one of the hundreds of villagers who wander their hometown’s coast. There is no hint of the warrior, no trace of the Wayfarer—not buried or hidden, but released. Here, they can set aside their weapons and alassar. Here, they can relinquish the burden of their order’s history and simply be.

A deep ache pangs in his heart at the thought. It’s a good ache, bittersweet yet hopeful. Though there are a thousand things he would have done differently, he cannot change the past. He may have a multitude of regrets, but turning a blind eye to them is not the same as acceptance. But regardless, there is hope for the future. Oya is a reminder of that.

Aeran blinks, shielding his face with a hand as he stares up the beach. Oya has come to a stop and waded further out into the water. They dig their feet into the white sand with childlike joy, shaking with quiet laughter a wave crashes against the shore, spraying them with mist as foamy water surges across the beach. It pools around their legs and retreats back to where it came.

Oya tilts their head and closes their eyes, the wind ruffling their hair. They’ve turned instinctively towards the south—to the strait and the mountains beyond it, and Tol Covere beyond that. Compared to Covera, Vordue is a small pastoral island, its villages isolated and slow-paced and simple. It was the reason they suggested coming here after fleeing Velantis. Even so, he knows their home calls to them. So close, yet so far.

If they wish to return they have not said, and he does not know how to ask. But perhaps he does understand the calling, the magnetic pull towards the place of one’s birth. Though he has sworn never to set foot in Tyridia again, there is a part of him that yearns for it.

“Find anything interesting?” he calls.

Oya turns, a small smile tugging at their lips. A private smile. “No,” they call back, pushing hair off their forehead. Their crest glimmers in the first rays of the dawning sun. “I certainly hope not to.”

He chuckles, hearing the unspoken between them. There’s been too many ‘interesting’ things happening of late, huh. Could use a break from them. Uninteresting things only from now on.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Aeran makes his way over to them. The coast is lined with the white-barked driftwood that calls this beach their final home. Waves beat down, the rush pulsing in his ears, and he tries not to flinch as salty water rushes over his bare feet. He is not fond of the sea—the cold and the brine unearths memories better left untouched—but Oya is. Through them he can see the peace and comfort it offers. A promise of freedom. A promise of tomorrow.

Oya crouches as he approaches, investigating something at their feet. They place it in their palm, staring intently at it as another wave surges up and around them. A stone, one of many softened and shaped by the sea and deposited here by the tides. It is different from the others, flat and round, its surface an off-white swirled with emerald green.

“Have you seen the cats?” they ask, falling easily into Artanisian. They’ve been favouring it more and more since they left Velantis, something shared just between the two of them. Out here on the rural Coveran coast it might as well be a private language.  

Aeran shakes his head. Their little cottage has attracted a number of strays since their arrival. Though he’s seen a few different ones at this point, it’s always the same three gathered on the porch, content to bathe in the sun. On their first night here, the white one crawled into Oya’s lap and fell asleep, purring happily. The cats scampered off when they clattered out the door, darting into the tall grasses. He’s spotted their paw prints up and down the trail to the beach, but hasn’t seen any sign of them since.

“No,” he replies. “But I’m sure they’ll be at the house when we get back.”

Their brows draw together, forming a worried crease. They flip the stone over in their hand, inspecting the patterns. “Do you think so?”

“They might not like me much—”

Oya snorts, struggling to keep their laughter contained, and glances pointedly at the scratches on his arms.

“—but they’ve taken a shine to you. They’ll be back.”  

They nod. “Is it too much to give them names? Perhaps we should name them.”

“I’m game to start a list if you are.”

“Good. The longer the list, the better.”   

“Why’s that? Keeping options open?”

Oya rises to their feet and loops a lock of hair behind their ear. “The white one will have kittens soon.”

He blinks. He hadn’t noticed.

They laugh and nudge him gently with an elbow. “We should return soon. The day is ahead of us.”

Aeran places an arm around their shoulders and draws them into him. “I could stay a little longer,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of their head.

Though he cannot see their face, he can sense their smile. The way they radiate a quiet happiness makes his heart ache with a deep affection he cannot put into words. There’s a steadiness to them that he has always admired. They have kept him grounded throughout everything—even in those years spent apart, long before their reunion in Karth. It is difficult some days to know the difference between what is real and what is not, but they are a reminder.

Oya doesn’t answer. Instead, they fold the stone into their palm and lean into him, wrapping an arm around his waist. Steady eyes fixate to the far sea, watching as sunlight creeps over the horizon. The last stars twinkle in the depths of morning’s blush, Apokarys’ silver-violet trail glimmering faintly below. It’s unusually warm for storm season this year, no hint of the oncoming winter in the air.

“I’m glad we came,” Oya says finally, their voice no more than a gentle hum on the wind.

He nods. “Me, too.”

They exhale a breath. The waves crash against the shore, water rushing about them, higher this time. The tide is coming in. They hold out their hand and pause, waiting for the next surge. As the water pulls around them, they drop the stone back into the ocean, relinquishing it to the waves.

With one final look to the horizon, Oya wraps their arms around his neck, their smile as bright as the rising sun, and pulls him into a kiss. He falls into it, boundless joy thrumming in his heart, and holds them close. They remain there for some time, lost in each other, the ocean sparkling in dawn’s light.

Hand-in-hand, they head back up the coast to their cottage.

To home.

#they get to be happy 💙 #wayfarer #wayfarer if #wayfarer mc #aeran kellis #aeran x mc #other writing

[ilmhist]

Artfight attack #2 - Finn Briadis for @exotic-inquiry

#others' ocs #artfight #af23 #wayfarer if #wayfarer mc #i think we ended up a little *too* blue here but by the time i realised i was like thirty layers and 2.5 hours in #hopefully it's just my monitor :') #i use hard light and overlay to shade because i like my shadows punchy but sometimes it does get out of control lmao #what's my art tag again?

[sosolenoo]

Another revenge for @rickety-goose 💕 with Otti 🌸

#artfight #artfight 2023 #other's oc #ottilie cenric #wayfarer #wayfarer mc #I'm obsessed by this pink lady 💕

[iredara]

WOULD YOU LOOK at this incredible portrait of Asmar I commissioned from @needlesslycryptic!!

She got what I had in mind perfectly. Asmar "Angry Gremlin" Sero at his finest.

(absolutely recommend commissioning her for a neat portrait)

#im still screaming inside myself #asmar sero #wayfarer mc #wayfarer if #amazing art

[khiita]

artfight revenge for @rickety-goose :-) !! her wayfarer otti ( + my mizzie ) from @idrellegames' wayfarer !! 💗

#my art #artfight #wayfarer #the wayfarer #wayfarer mc #oc: mizzie

[fat-rolls-frictions]

Calypso Delphi for @coldshrugs <3 thank you for supporting me!!

buy me a coffee! | commission info

#do not tag as inspiration #maggiedraws #wayfarer IF #wayfarer mc #reblogs are appreciated mwah mwah

[rickety-goose]

Aniel "Ani" Cenric

It's here, @wayfarer-exchange reveal day \0/ My gift for @antsychamber !!! I ran with the bar brawl idea and had so much fun drawing grumpy Ani >:) Enjoy!! <3 <3 <3

#lil aeran cameo as a treat <3 #we love a tired and pissed off ball of sunshine #pls don't break my nose ani jsdhfdhf #wayfarer #wayfarer exchange #wayfarer mc #aniel cenric #aeran kellis

[srslyarts]

bringing in another @wayfarer-exchange treat this time of @sovhina‘s beautiful OC Lily <3

#wayfarer exchange #wayfarer fanart #wayfarer MC #Lilicae Fairen #fanart #saph draws #got 2 more sketches that hopefully can be done this week ^^ #the sketches has been sitting since nov but i was finishing a different exchange sdjhfbs #iirc the treats are still until dec but im gonna finish the rest regardless <3

[harumeau]

I finally updated Bri's references ✨ I can't believe I've been drawing her for this long

#wayfarer #wayfarer mc #brienne varyn #i somehow still forgot her sword!! #sigh #but these are much more consistent with how i've been drawing her lately

[redwayfarers]

Look at this surprise sketch of my dearest son that @iredara made for me!!! Modern AU Cassander is indeed a dark academia bisexual and very comfy about it!!!

Thank you so much for this, this was so kind of you, I'm gonna keep staring at it for ages now 🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕

#wayfarer #wayfarer if #cassander inteus #wayfarer mc #elf oc #listen. listen. this here is my son my angel my everything #light of my life my babygirl #I love him so so much #and when I saw the ping I was like 😭🥰😭🥰😭 #thank you thank you thank you so much #it's so so so good i loooove

[idrellegames]

(Sword history anon here again)

I have to say, I love the fact that you can just give the mc a sword who's previous wielders all died far away from the Spire. Like, you can just make them perpetually Doomed By The Narrative™️.

I do like the idea of blaming everything bad that could ever happen to the MC on their sword, even if their life could theoretically play out the same way (i.e. same options) with other sword histories. Is it a self-fulfilling prophecy? Doomed by the Narrative? Rotten luck? A secret fourth option?

#wayfarer #wayfarer if #wayfarer mc #wayfarer lore #answered

[ilmhist]

shishi sketch for @frankenbition because it's artfight which means i have an excuse :>

#af23 #artfight #wayfarer if #wayfarer art #wayfarer mc #half-aeda #others' ocs #what's my art tag again? #i've been meaning to draw him for so long you have no idea #his hair is the stuff of dreams and if i'd not been deliberately forcing myself to keep this unrefined #i could quite happily have sat and rendered it all month #but then i'd get nothing else done lmao

[sosolenoo]

Another Artfight attack for @nahpolitan with Mizar ❤️

#artfight #artfight 2023 #mizar varyn #wayfarer #wayfarer mc #other's oc #💕💕