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Here is Elnor! A paladin Drow enjoying some tea 🍵

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Finally made a ref sheet for my pride and joy, Artfight season forced me to stop procrastinating. she's so disgusting I love her

Scarlett is my tav btw and also an astarion smoocher.

I feel like didn't do her hair coloring as much justice as I could've and i forgot some other stuff but I'm trying to draw more so she'll get a software update when I do

Her fucked teeth making me gnaw on glass GRRRR

Didn't draw on the teeth ref that her lateral incisors are slightly chipped/misshapen but still teehee

Cooking again (current wip)

What do I call this- wifestarion? Divastarion? Wtv either way he's looking for a smooch obv

Random yapping ⬇️

THIS IS WHAT I BASED THE FACE OFF BTW I'm literally rattling the bars of my cage like an ape rn

Anyways, I'm posting full version soon but im just trying to figure out backgrounds aside from giving some extra effects and changes so if anyone has tips in bgs lmk :')

{“He told me that I knew what to laugh at

And I wanted to but I just couldn't ask if he would take it back so I could know for certain”}

(Lonesome Organist, Dredsen Dolls)

I wanted to make a piece about Ryll’s battle with his trauma, even in the safest portion of his life he still feels like something horrible could happen any second.

Here is the image that inspired the piece’s composition, however I went with a very different pose for the main figure. I found the image while looking for old sci-fi and horror art?

“Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate”

Ryll backstory stuff, after he fled from his family as a drow noble- they sent hunting parties after him for sport. He never got caught but this is what would have happened if he DID get caught/killed.

“A beautiful night for a dance, no?”

(Oc: Ryldrin, he/him)

Sneak and peek of the newest chapter of one of my D&D fanfictions

During his first raid to the surface, a drow noble is captured and tortured by surface dwellers. As the raid succeeds, he finds himself not only with a desire for revenge, but also with unfamiliar feelings towards a moon elf captive.

“Take the broth as if I didn’t feed you. We will give it to Opal.” He whispers, and while they are feeding the lizard, Immeral finds himself forced to admit that if this is all  a performance to manipulate them, the rumors about how deceiving drow are fail to truly do it justice.

Opal’s shiny scales and bright eyes show that she is truly well cared for, and it seems more logical to believe the pettings and praisings of “good girl” are not just for show, but the sun elf can’t afford to let Maszenkain lure them into a sense of safety only to betray their trust and hurt them on an even deeper level than Balok’s straightforward cruelty could ever reach. 

Considering the negotiations he witnessed between the drow and Haelerin, he wonders if their positions are but that of prized pets for a capricious but cruel person: they could expect care and even some kindness, but could be sold or even killed if they became too much of a problem. He shakes his head, taking a couple of steps back and freezing in his tracks upon noticing he just bumped into a person, the color draining from his face as firm hands grab his shoulders and Nyloth proceeds to tease him. 

You can find the complete story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56487253/chapters/143549401

I just got out of a public entrance exam (0/10, do not recommend, too much math 😭) and saw that my fanfiction reached 40 kudos (yayyy!!).

I normally post on Saturdays or Fridays, but I'm so happy I may post an extra chapter today. It will all depend if the infamous crash after effect of an energy drink will hit me before I can review it or not.

Anyways, wish me luck on the exam y'all, I'm going to need it!

Here is a sneak and peek of what the next chapter holds:

"For the commoners that were not responsible for conducting the vehicles during the night, the breaks are a moment to stand careful watch over the camp. The priestesses, on the other hand, use the time to go over the loot and captives in order to establish the starting auction price. For noble males, however, those breaks are a dull and boring affair, unless the priestesses request something from them or they find a source of entertainment.

Initially, Maszenkain was expecting that after the negotiations with Haelerin and the tense bargain with Nyloth, this would prove to be one of those dull and uneventful resting stops, but Masoj approached him with a message that puts him on edge – Xune wishes to speak with him in private, and he can’t help but wonder if it is to condemn his unorthodoxy in handling the captives, who he orders to follow him and stay close. However, once they reach their destination, the priestess commands that Aelar and Immeral stay behind under the supervision of Masoj and Viergar, and leads Maszenkain away from the camp."

You can read more here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56487253/chapters/143549401

Chapter 23 sneak peek

Juggling writing with life has not been easy, but I want to keep the updates of my two fanfictions ("Of monsters and revenge" and "Who are the monsters?") steady.

Still, I anticipated the chapter 22 of "Of monsters and revenge" to commemorate the mark of 40 kudos (I was just to giddy to wait until 50).

As such, chapter 23 will be posted this Saturday, and here is the sneak peek:

The town of Sedorei is yet to fully recover from the drow raid that was inflicted on it five days ago when once again the stillness of its night is interrupted – this time, by the sound of horse hooves and creaking wagon wheels as the reinforcements from Myth Varis arrive. Those that are still awake open their doors and windows, and while some wave and throw flower petals at them, others remain somber: they arrived too late to stop the raid, and there is some skepticism about the possibility of reclaiming those that were taken captive alive.  Inside Green Castle, Thamior is pacing back and forth when one of his loyal guards, Erdan, opens the door.  “My ladies, my lord, the reinforcements of Myth Varis are here.” He says, bowing politely. “Finally!” Thamior exclaims. “Let them in.” Erdan opens the door once again, and a small procession of armored elves make their way inside with surprising company: a woman wearing silver armor adorned with a crescent Moon, her pale hair in an elegant braid, her purple eyes bearing a serene yet determined expression. She is a drow cleric, and the instant she steps in, all eyes are on her.

Me, waiting for Saturday to update "Of monsters and revenge" and "Who are the monsters?"

You can find both fictions in my ao3 profile: https://archiveofourown.org/users/IrisAcherontia/pseuds/The%20Monia

I couldn't wait until Saturday to update my fictions, I ended up updating them today.

Sneak peek of "Of monsters and revenge" chapter 24

Of monsters and revenge is my work in progress fiction. It tells the story of a young drow who is captured and tortured by surface dwellers, but finds a chance to get revenge once the raiding party he was acting as a scout for succeeds.

Only he gets a lot more than he hoped for when his sister gifts him a high elf named Aelar.

Here's a snippet of the chapter that will be published this Friday:

The captive’s disarming innocence has a way of effortlessly drawing Maszenkain in, of making him care so much for the elf that it is frightening for it almost reverses the roles, compelling him to do Aelar’s bidding if it means having his desire reciprocated. His thoughts briefly turn darker as he considers the implications of his growing attachment, the desire to protect the captive a source of vulnerability in itself – a weakness that can be exploited by those who seek to manipulate, or worse, coerce him.  He walks closer to the bed, briefly considering the option of waking the elf up and reminding him who is – or at least should be – in control, whose will should be catered to, whose requests should be heeded. Then again, even if Aelar is indeed trying to manipulate him – which doesn’t seem to be the case, but it is a possibility he is unwilling to discard – there is some benefit to letting the elf think it is working.  However, his most important concern at the moment is nipping Nyloth’s attempt to coerce him into an even worse deal at the bud, and his best shot of doing it is confronting that which he had been trying to avoid, if not to protect Aelar, to protect himself: he can’t afford to be a victim of Nyloth’s blackmail, even if it means being blamed for what he was subjected to and punished for tarnishing the reputation of his family by being unable to defend himself.

You can read the story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56487253

Seven Deadly Sins Tag

Joining the open tag of @willtheweaver

Rules: Which of your OCs would you assign to which of the seven deadly sins and why?

Lust: Nyloth

He wants to satisfy his desires without regard for the people he might hurt in the process, sometimes tossing caution and pragmatism to the wind for the sake of the pursuit of a whim.

Envy: Maszenkain

He envies the fact that Aelar has a caring brother while his brother is... well... Nyloth. He is also somewhat jealous of the bond Aelar and Immeral share. To be fair to the poor little meow meow, he does have his reasons.

Wrath: Adran

In both versions of the story I'm writing he has plenty of things to be angry about: Hunter and co. dragging the honor of the city guard through the mud and him being stuck with a drow are just the tips of the iceberg.

Greed: Another one for Nyloth.

What he has isn't and will never be enough.

Gluttony: Xune

Hunger for power and prestige describes every single priestess of Lolth.

Sloth: no character comes to mind.

Pride: Thamior

He may cast his pride aside for the sake of his people, especially his sons, but oh does it hurt his ego.

Tagging: @paradoxvictor + open tag

The room was thick with magical magnetism, almost overwelming. She could hear voices talking, and from the tone of it, it sounded like they tried to discuss what to do with her. She hugged her knees. She couldn't figure out a word they said...Some of the newly arrived humans in her world spoke a similar sounding language.

How one did say: "La neêrmo ?" in English ?

What she knew was that she was far away from her family...Even her older sisters and brothers, they weren't yet to be found. Why was she surrounded by those strange humans ? She could try to talk to them...

Her throat was still parched, and it would soon cloud her mind, as well as her stomach felt empty.

She could feel a hand outstretched to her, with it's warmth and magnetism. She reached it, out of desperation. The smell of fresh water once again hit her nostils. It smelled clean.

"Geki !" (Thank you !)

Her fingers closed on the glass jar, and it was let go by the human woman. The second it hit her tongue, the water felt like heaven. She drank it all in one gult, the pleasure clearing out all fear, all rational thought. She knew she must seem so rude, but it didn't matter at this point, especially as groans especaped from her throat begging for more. But it wasn't enough, and soon she found herself licking each drop she could have possibly left behind. There was no pleasure, only thirst and appetite wanting to be indulged some more so that the unbearable dryness in her throat could be soothed.

For a moment, the emotion in the room felt tense, the auras more worried. Yet, the warm liquid inside their bodies seemed increasingly tempting as her stomach growled and her throat felt dry. Her mind became cloudy once again from hunger and thirst.

No more emotions, only thirst and hunger. Unbearable, maddening. Death meant nothing...Only water.

Then...Some more liquid was poured down her throat. Not that she protested, but it made her sleepy...Oh so sleepy, and so she closed her blind eyes and fell into a deep slumber.

She awoke to another strange place, this time with the smell of human food. There was the pleasant smell of fish. A plate wash pushed forward to her.

"Geki"...

She carefully broke appart a piece of the fish. It was similar in flavor to the blindfish she ate from time to time, but not quite. It tasted a bit different, with a saltiness that made her instantly disgusted. Salted foods were taboo to eat, and it could have easily done without the fried crust. The rest of the dish was composed of tubers, which she couldn't digest.

Somebody was nice enough to feed her, and yet, she couldn't bring herself to eat more. Salt was not supposed to be eaten, but kept preciously to feed the rané. She wasn't desperate enough to break the taboo that much.

She could now feel a human presence, in the room, in her head. The magical magnetism felt stronger and stronger, and the forks nearby didn't help with her headache...

"So, if I understand well, were you are from, salt is taboo to eat." she could hear, but not understand, an old, deep voice say.

@coentinim you gave me this idea that now lives in my head.

Drow at the Weasleys Brainrot...

Because I need attention Nyan !

@coentinim

From her dry stone bed, she awoke in a world painfully bright, wet and cold. The smell of the murky water reached her nostrils oh so sensitive to any signs of moisture. Thirst...Madening thirst was all she could feel right now. Her body felt cold, oh so cold, but part of her didn't care, so much the thirst was overtaking.

She could smell and feel a leech near her. It made her mouth water.

Her wings were at the stage they were too growing sacks on her back, growing, needing more and more water.

Dumb leech who thought it would have a tasty meal, now became the tasty meal. Parasite became a meal for one hungry and thursty elf.

The water was filthy...and yet...No amount of water could quench her thirst. Squeemishness ? Oh, that thought vanished for a week now. There were no thoughts, just thirst.

She could hear steps coming, and the gush of warm, nutricious blood, and it sounded much better than . The magnetism it emited, she could feel inside her nose and through her scalp, felt distinctly human. She clenched her jaws in inticipation, like a cat seeing appetizing prey.

She was about to pounce, not remembering how frail she was. Then, the world went senseless and silent.

Warmth and lucidity came back...She couldn't help but feel disgust at the filthy water she drank. The funky taste was still in her mouth, and it made her sick. She was still blind. It didn't worry her. She would regain her sight once her wings pop out...But...Her back. It hurt so much...She could feel her muscles grow and shift, her skin becoming increasingly taught.

What scared her the most is that none of the familiar auras were around. She couldn't feel their bodily magnetism at all. "Mati' ? " she said. Carefully, she undid her braids. Maybe with her hair loose, she would have an easier time detecting them. Her curls loose and brushed, she shifted her head around, but they were nowere to be found. No mati', no pata', no auti' Ghwenn and no lrata' Liti. She felt asleep on her stone bed...Why ?

And around her, she could hear and detect the magnetism and warmth of some strange humans. She was weak, her sanity more fragile then ever, her muscles sore from the rané she ate two days ago and all alone amongst strangers. She wasn't one to cry, but tears nevertheless fell down her cheeks. She didn't ever know where she was.

"La neêrmo ?" she asked (Where am I ?)

She could smell the fat of some unknown animal, maybe a pig, some good quality fertilizer, a vegetal, floral scent and an utter lack of mushrooms nor edible arthropodes.

I LOVE MY GIRL AND WOMEEN AAAAAAA

I LOVE MY GIRL AND WOMEEN AAAAAAA

A piece for the Misthoppers Server's summer art trade!

Here's Hiro, for @cosmicxcryptid77! (:

I just finished a commission for @starry-eyed-kiddo, of his OC Beatrice Stillwater, dancing with Rudolph van Richten! (:

My commissions are still open, feel free to shoot me a message if you're interested in some art! (:

I finally made a new portrait for my son (:

zevlor & tav – again.

just riding the hellrider.