Comissions for @duskwightwoodsman and @pariahloki
Look at that redhead duskie badass! He’s a nature boy so naked is natural. >.> Don’t judge. Amazing work and I love it. Thank you!
Boosting cause it’s awesome stuff
While grinding for weekly Deltascape gear with @fondebrodeur, we ran into @nebula1984.
And I managed to grab her lovely RDM self for a screeny. :> :> :> :>
Was a pleasure running with you guys by random. 😀
Send a muse + an ending
GOOD END- The ideal end to my muse’s story where everything is resolved and they can live a good life.
BAD END- The bad guys win. Everything that can go wrong for my muse had gone wrong.
TRUE END- Bittersweet ending. Some things go right, other things go wrong. Some sacrifices have to be made, but most people are happy in the end.
EVERYONE LIVES- No one has to die in my muse’s story, be it for Better or for worse.
WE ALL FALL DOWN- No one is safe in the end of my muse’s story. Everyone important to the story has perished. This can include your muse or not.
WENT DOWN IN HISTORY- Your muse’s story is passed down through the ages, sometimes being stretched or exaggerated in places until it becomes a legend told in storybooks and campfires as poems, tall tales, etc.
SECRET END- Crack. Come up with the silliest end to your muse’s story as possible.
His hand against Stefans forehead could
feel the heat coming off of the young man before it was swatted away.
“Are you sure you aren’t feeling well…?” He started to question the man
watching with blue piercing eyes watching while Stefan seemed to take
some time to compose himself.He took a step back to allow him breathing room watching and ready to
jump in if things looked like they would take the turn for the worst.
Finally he noticed the man lift his head up covering his mouth as he
spoke which made it a tad bit hard to understand and forcing him to take
a step closer and bend over to better hear, “hmmm? Fire? No I don’t
need that Thank you…” He pursed his lips together trying to peice
together the mans words.He had to admit he made a rather adorable scene. It may have seemed a
bit of time for Stephan after speaking for Silvaire to respond, namely
because it took some time for Silvaire to peice together what he had
heard.“I do believe I apologized in advance for the kiss, it seemed to be
the only thing that would get the Harpys attention.” He motioned back
the way he believed they had come from, directions not his strong suit,
“and they left both of us alone. On top of that I carried you here to I
am guessing your home so I see no need for you to glare daggers at your
glowing friend. They led me here so we could be away from such scum.”Standing up to his full height he crossed his arms and gave Stefan a
somewhat withering stare, “If anything I have been more than
accommodating, which cannot be said for you.” He may have been a tad bit
annoyed at the threat of bodily harm, “I see no reason why a kiss is
such a reason to become so flustered over”
Stefan clenched his hands into fists at his sides. Feeling both angry
and humiliated. Needed to calm down. There was no way to think
rationally when he was like this.
The man had a point… Why had it been so important to him? He wasn’t looking for someone in his life right now. His work and Esper were the most important things he had. Well his sister an mother too. Yet he had gotten so upset over something like a first kiss. He wasn’t even interested in all the mess relationships contained. It was why he had almost no friends. Couldn’t get hurt if you didn’t let anyone in.
Esper walks over and nudges Stefan’s leg. He puts a hand to his own forehead. Perhaps he had stayed up too late studying last night. Though he honestly was lacking in people skills. An absolutely no idea how to handle a situation such as this.
“I don’t…” He yelps softly as Esper headbutts his leg, giving the fuzzy carbuncle another hard stare. He pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. Stubborn carbuncle. Finally he pushes his glasses up as he looks away from Silvaire, crossing his arms over his chest. “Fine… Sorry.”
He shoots the carbuncle another stare. “Happy Esper?” The carbuncle sits down and looks rather pleased with itself. He shakes his head at Esper before finally looking towards Silvaire. “Listen. I’m not a… ‘People’ person. I don’t have friends for a reason. Nor do I usually have to worry about such vapid women. But this one here…” He points a finger down at Esper. “Decided to nap instead of warning me today. Still it is very improper to just kiss a total stranger without even knowing how they might react. You are lucky I didn’t lash out to begin with. I don’t like people touching me.”
AN IRRELEVANT CHARACTER GUIDE – Destiney
What I tried to make:
What her family sees:
What her allies see:
What I think she is:
What she actually is:
Tagged by: @riskibusiness @samurulantis @aetherochemistry
A note which has passed through several sets of hands before reaching the person intended. “Destiney, hi. I realized I never got your actual address and I think it was in the Goblet. Anyway, I am writing to ask if you wanted to go to the beach sometime for another not-date? My sister’s kid loves the beach and I don’t know if the babies do but they like playing in the sand. So, beach get together? I will make kabobs again. Let me know or just wander the Shroud conspicuously. See ya ~SK
Destiney smiles as she reads the letter. A beach night sounded fantastic. It had been a few weeks since her last outing to the beach. Plus the suggestion of more kabobs… She was sold on the idea. Quickly she penned a letter back to him letting her know she would gladly join him for another not-date. An to make sure he brought the stuff to make kabobs.
Plus she had some new swimwear she had been dying to wear to a beach. She just hadn’t had the right chance yet. This was as good as time as any. A night to relax and take things easy. As well as spend time with Syluss and just talk while they relaxed an ate.
Syluss,
I’ll gladly join you for a beach not-date. Just make sure you bring the stuff for the kabobs. I’ll bring a dessert to go with it. Make a little picnic out of things.
~Destiney
While he didn’t know a lot about Aether or magical creatures,
Silvaire could guess enough that the Carbuncle was leading him to the
goblet ward, and once they begun to walk the walkway up to it, he’d
guess the man he carried lived somewhere in these apartments. The man
weighed next to nothing in his strong arms, his attention devoted to the
carbuncle and trying not to lose his way that for a moment there he
lost track of the way that he didn’t notice the man stirring.Not
until he heard that panicked squeaking sound, did he realize the man
was awake and his head bent in the uldhan sun to take in the sight of
the blushing and squirming bespectacled man in his arms. Amusement
shining in his eyes as well as a little interest as just how adorable
the man looked in that instance.“Hmmm?” he asked unsure of just what the man had asked or… perhaps
demanded of him, “I’m afraid I missed what you said… did you want down?
Do you think your legs will hold you?” he questioned even as he bent
down to let the hyur man down, his arms staying where they were to help
keep the man steady unless he possibly fainted again or lost his
balance.“You fainted back there, couldn’t leave you be, especially not with
those harpy’s about. Are you feeling alright?” He asked, placing a hand
on Stefan’s forehead when he was sure the man had his balance, “You
aren’t feeling ill are you?”
Stefan was pretty sure his face couldn’t get anymore red when the man leaned his head down to respond to him. Not to mention the humiliation he felt when he was set down and would have stumbled if not for the support. But the mention of those women reminded him clearly at what happened.
The sudden hand on his forehead made him stiffen in tension. He quickly swat Silvaire’s hand away from him. Clearly flustered and embarrassed. “S-Stop that!” Stefan leaned over and put his hands on his knees as he tried to calm the urge to panic and possibly faint again. Finally he straightens though one of his hands is over his mouth. One eyebrow twitching slightly.
“I should set your pants aflame for stealing my first kiss without my permission.” His voice slightly muffled by his hand but clear enough. He merely didn’t wish anyone else to hear such an admission. “You’re lucky I won’t only because you chased those women off.” He moves his hand away from his mouth finally to straighten his glasses. Though he didn’t dare look directly at Silvaire. He was too embarrassed to make eye contact with this strange man. Instead he gave his carbuncle an annoyed look. Traitor for not helping him…
“I’ve little doubt.” The words were sincere. With Destiney thus
occupied at the river, Bast moves to at least locate his trousers. It’s
something of a quandary as to how to put them on: his skin is still wet,
making putting clothing on both difficult and uncomfortable, but in
order to dry off he would need to remove the towel from around his
waist.The only option at this point was to wait until he air
dried. Bast pulled his hair over his shoulder and squeezed some of the
moisture out of it. “If I may ask, what does bring you out this way?”
Dest sighed as she rubbed her hands over her face. She didn’t hear the rustle of clothing. Which could only mean he wasn’t dressing. But regardless she didn’t turn around to look because she knew her face was probably still very red. She shook the remaining water droplets from her hands as she stood up.
“I was feeling restless and in need of a walk. I figured I would wander over this way because water is calming. I really hadn’t expected to find you here and…” She coughs and scratches her cheek lightly, still facing away from him so that she wouldn’t be as tempted to touch or stare. “Find you bathing. I really do apologize. I mean I do tend to just randomly find you most of the time anyways. So why not today.” She laughs softly and shrugs. Finally glancing over her shoulder slightly to at least see where he was. Eyes catching sight of the scarring again. It felt like she couldn’t help but be drawn to it.
The Au’ra had been waiting for some kind of response from the young man,
realizing now upon closer examination and the slight tapering on the
tops of the man’s ears, he would guess the man a Hyur and Elezen mix. He
watched with mixed amusement and horror at the growing red that would
fill the mans face as if poured into the paleness of his features.He
was grateful that the women had left because they might have laughed at
the poor man’s stunned expression, mouth opening and closing without a
sound and no expression beyond that. What he hadn’t expected though was
for the stranger to keel over, body becoming limp and
unresponsive, “Oi!” he yelled diving in just in time to stop any heads
from slamming onto the pavement.Easily he lifted the young man,
dressed in… he would guess scholars gear? and glanced over at the
carbuncle that now expressed some concern for it’s master, “Fraid I was
too much for the lad” (*snort snicker*) a corner of his lip quirking up
in amusement, “You mind showing me where this lad lives so I can deliver
him to saftey? Wouldn’t be good to leave him alone with those harpy’s
prowling about.”Black scaly tail would sway back and forth,
Silvaire keeping a horn and an eye out for any unwelcomed
attention, “Best be out of here soon before someone see’s an opportunity
to exploit.” He would bend down for a brief moment to pick up what he
surmised was the man’s belongings before readying himself to follow the
carbuncle.
Epser merely tilted his head for a moment at Silvaire before bounding
off in the direction of the Goblet. Leading the man carrying his master
down the paths of the housing district from Ul’dah and to the
apartments. Esper sits down, staring up at the tall building a moment
before looking back to Silvaire again. As if saying this was the place.
Stefan
groaned as he began to stir from his faint. Putting a hand up to his
forehead as he tried to remember what happened. Better yet where he was.
Something felt… Odd. Warm. He blinked to focus. His face going beet red
again as he realized he was being carried. By the very person who had
stolen his first kiss.
“Put me down this instance!” Stefan
tried to yell but it came out more as a panicked squeak. If Carbuncles
could be amused, Esper definitely looked amused. He couldn’t remember
the last time he had been carried. Not since he had been a child
probably. It was embarrassing to say the least to find himself in that
predicament now.
Spirit of the Warlock 