#Oc: Zeph

[processed-meat]

another doodle dump, most of these critters dont belong to me, the dinosaur is mine

[eurodyne-d]

☼ PAPER SHIPS.

[juleteon]

Heart set aflame Not astray, just not astray. Burning fire, so ash I breathe In my black soot lungs, you leave a message: "Keep me warm, keep me warm"

[nikatyler]

together for holidays 🎄✨

[grenyxx]

I‘ve been trying to take nice pics of Zeph, but she always looks just a bit disapproving and/or upset about someone‘s life choices…

I will abandon the mission for now and think of little friendship dynamics she could have in the AU instead, do let me know if you happen to be interested : )

[baniart]

Continuing OC prep for Artfight with some Fantasy OCs

[kittipawsart]

redesigning my oc zeph

[vampcaprisun]

a collection of random headcanons about wyll and zeph (my durge who’s romancing him):

wyll is the main party’s resident guidance-giver (thank you pact of the tome). when zeph wants to ask for it, he just reaches a hand over for wyll to take and wyll casts the spell as he takes it. zeph always makes sure to wyll’s hand a little thank you squeeze when he feels the magic hit. once they’re in a relationship, zeph reaching for wyll’s hand just to hold it often leads to wyll casting an unnecessary guidance out of habit, and the little bursts of accidental magic inevitably make both of them blush.

the two of them are very protective of each other in battle. if they’re both in melee, they almost always fight back to back. even if they’re not next to each other, they always watch each other’s backs with a crossbow bolt or eldritch blast ready for the second they notice that the other might be getting overwhelmed by enemies. zeph tends to be more obviously self-sacrificing about it, and wyll gives him a fair number of stern talks about it, but he’s noticed the darker sides of wyll’s hero act too and will gladly prove when necessary that he can give an earful just as well as wyll can.

zeph is much bigger than wyll and takes every possible opportunity to pick him up. it’s not uncommon to see wyll sitting up on zeph’s shoulders while both of them cheer after a successful fight. astarion declares this formation “the blade of frontiers and his noble steed”, and seeing the two of them approaching like that is often the first way everyone back at camp knows the day went well. karlach never complains about carrying wyll’s things so he isn’t too heavy for zeph to carry that far.

after wyll is transformed, zeph and karlach team up to teach wyll horns 101 — how to take care of them, comfortably sleep with them, and so on. (zeph happily gives him lessons on how to cuddle without them getting in the way.) they also like to take turns decorating them for him, usually with flowers they find growing wherever they are at the time and any makeup or paints they can get their hands on. they’re determined to show him that he doesn’t need to be ashamed of his new form.

in waukeen’s rest, the second wyll says that the person they’re trying to save is his dad, zeph breaks through the door and races in alongside the flaming fist. that’s when wyll first starts to realize he’s falling for zeph — when he watches zeph run straight into a burning building without a second thought, blowing right past a door that four other people working together hadn’t been able to budge, just because he heard someone inside was important to wyll.

late into the night of the tiefling party, when things are winding down, zeph realizes that wyll still hasn’t come back to his tent so he goes to check on him and finds him asleep by the water. instead of waking him up, zeph just picks him up, carries him over to his bedroll, and basically tucks him in. wyll does wake up enough from the motion to notice what’s happening, but he pretends to be asleep still because it’s cute and he doesn’t want zeph to stop. he would never admit that he enjoyed something like that, but when no one knows he’s aware of it and he can pretend he had no idea it was even happening (and he’s half-asleep enough to not care so much about that anyway)? he’s not above indulging in that comfort for a little while.

[floofyflooftheallmighty]

sum iz doodles to try and combat my artblock

(art requests r open)

[the-universe-in-our-mind]

Template used here!!!

"I wasn’t born to be soft and quiet, I was born to make the world shatter and shake at at my fingertips."

Credit for the edit of the template + the OC Dean : @dickytwister

[fanghaunt]

get out of his room!! (zeph for paw day!!) 🎀

[hiding-under-the-willow]

POV: You are Xisuma receiving a message from your brother for the first time in months at 9pm on a Sunday

[eurodyne-d]

Y2K MOMENT. 💎

[juleteon]

Meal prep & hospitality after the end of the world

[nikatyler]

I said I'm never posing 10+ sims again for a picture but what would be a happy new year wish from me without all the blorbos, eh? ✨

[grenyxx]

“It’s all you’ll ever be” (aka.: Zeph being left by her ex.)

Word count: 1411

An idea that has been stuck in my drafts for eternity, now emerging as I try to reduce the amount of lingering WIPs!

The end of past relationship that affects Zeph the most in the present time. I wrote this…differently than usual, so we’ll see how that is.

Ok, enjoy!

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“You’ve had one of your crashouts again.”

“How did you-”

“The whole place knows already.”

It’s barely been half a day since Zeph returned with her group, rumours really do spread fast. She shouldn’t be that surprised; the Shadow Dragons’ strength lies in their community. People talk, even if most voices aren’t malicious. In fact, the only condescending one so far has been Eris.

“Trust me, it all sounds a lot worse than it was.”

“Oh, so you didn’t throw a fit in the middle of a mission, over a magister that you thought could maybe be the one you’re looking for?”

“I-” Zeph frowns. It’s a rough summary, but she hates to admit that it isn’t wrong, either.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does, Zeph. You're not just making a fool of yourself, but of me too.”

”Of you? You’re not even a Shadow.”

“I’m still unlucky enough to be here, wasting my time for a reason the whole place seems to know about.”

Zeph is used to receiving jabs from the other woman, but this feels like..more than usual. She feels herself getting agitated over it, her response comes out more biting than intended.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, simply put for you, that I’m getting tired of your antics.”

“My antics??” Her voice raises subconsciously.

She knows fighting with Eris is useless. She should just apologise, try to salvage the situation with sweet words and a small gesture. But looking at Eris’ face, stern and unfeeling, the only emotion that rises within Zeph is, surprisingly, anger.

Is some kindness too much to ask for? Some comfort, a soft touch, any small sign of love? All she ever receives are comments on how she should function, what she needs to do better.

She knows she deserves those corrections, tries her best to take them and work with them, but she just can’t deal with them now. Not after what happened today.

“Can’t you say anything other than this? Are you this allergic to just, dropping a topic for once?”

Eris scoffs. The way she’s looking at Zeph is reminiscent of the way one would watch a child say something that lacks any form of knowledge and insight.

“What, don’t tell me you want praise? Do you want me to pat your back, tell you it’s alright? Or would you just lose it because I might accidentally touch that stupid scar there?”

It happened once, and it feels utterly unfair to mention this. She had just awoken from one of her nightmares and Eris, likely trying to be helpful, ran her fingers over her back when she jolted up. Neither of them intended it, but then those random patterns happened to almost perfectly trace her scar.

She had frozen, shrinking into herself before she shook and cried, barely getting herself to breathe, let alone speak. Eris had left at that moment, overwhelmed, or maybe appalled, by the display. They never talked about it. Until now, apparently. And the mention of it felt like the tip of a dagger being pushed directly into Zeph’s chest.

“You…really didn’t need to bring that up.” Eris rolls her eyes. Zeph continues.

“Is it so far-fetched to ask my girlfriend to just…be there for me, at least sometimes?”

“I told you to not call me that.” As every time she starts this topic, Eris’ voice is sharp, paired with a cold, dismissive look.

“Oh, so now I can’t? Let me guess, tonight I’m allowed to do it again, right?”

If looks could kill, Zeph would have dropped right as she finished talking.

“Zeph, you know exactly why-”

“If it was that, you wouldn’t keep changing it on a whim! Why am I only ever enough for some things sometimes?!”

She doesn’t want to yell at someone she cares for, yet her voice is echoing off the walls of the room they’re in. It sometimes feels like she is the patient one of the two, desperately waiting until she may finally receive the emotional bond she initially hoped for when getting into this.

“Because you’re a mess! And I’m the unlucky one who keeps having to deal with it!” That’s harsher than she normally words it. Zeph’s stomach twists, as it always does when she is called out on this.

“You knew that from the beginning.”

“I didn’t know you’d still be one now! Look at yourself. You keep having those outbursts whenever something happens, you refuse to enter any closed space, you even throw a fit when people use your complete name.”

“I don’t throw fits!”

“Calling them something else won’t change what they are! What’s up with that nickname anyway?” Eris shakes her head with a huff. “Doesn’t matter. My point is, you constantly refuse to just, be better! All you do is make sure we know that you’re the most unwell person in the room.”

“I..I don’t do that, I just-”

“You just remind me of your so-very-awful past whenever you get the chance, yes. Who are you even trying to lie to right now?” Eris pauses, her voice lowering as she looks into Zeph’s eyes.

“Even after all my efforts, you’re still nothing more than a sad ex-slave, obsessed with vengeance and fishing for pity. You could’ve just told me at the beginning that this is all you are.”

“It’s not!" Her voice breaks for a second, her response comes out too loud and high in tone. “I’m trying, Eris. You said it’d be okay if I needed time, that you would wait for me.”

“Honestly? I’m getting tired of waiting. And the longer I wait, the more I believe that I’m getting tired of you, Zeph.”

Eris might just secretly be a mage, with how suddenly all of Zeph’s blood seems to have frozen in her veins.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do. I mean it more than any other word I’ve ever wasted on you.”

“You…said you love me.”

“You know why I said that.” She hisses, before her controlled, cold tone returns. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“But I did, when I said it back!”

“That isn’t my problem. You should’ve known very well what this was. And I’m not here to fix you, either!”

“I never wanted you to!”

“Then why don’t you ever stop acting like it?”

Zeph wants to interject, to defend herself, but any words she could’ve said gets stuck in her throat, forcing itself out combined into a sob.

“And again! I’m not gonna go back on my words just because you start crying! It’s always the same with you!” It’s now Eris’ turn to shout again, each word feeling like a blade pointed directly at Zeph. The tears now coming forth aren’t helping the situation, causing Eris to huff in annoyance.

“No need to play the victim now! You know, I also tried! I tried to see something behind this entire disaster, someone who can be loved, but there just isn’t such a thing within you! I’m done wasting my time on a lost cause, Zeph! I’m done! We are done!”

A moment passes before the realisation sets in. Zeph tries to reach out, Eris pulls her arm away.

“No, no, wait, please, I’m trying my best, I’ll get better, just, please-”

But Eris is already walking out. There is nothing left to be said.

Zeph sinks down to the floor, grasping the situation as she shrinks into herself, trying to muffle her crying.

Whenever Eris had threatened that this would happen eventually, Zeph was inclined to not take it all too seriously. How serious can a threat be when it’s made constantly?

If she had only listened, if she had done more.

But she didn’t. She’s still the same person she was a few months ago. Whenever they met, when Zeph looked at herself in the mirror across Eris’ bedroom in the morning, the first thing she saw each time was the scar pulling across her abdomen. A ghost of the memory comes up each time, no matter how hard she tried not to think about it.

And each time, she regretted looking. Sometimes she regretted being there in the first place, when she noticed Eris’ frowning face in the background of her reflection. She almost felt used at times, but Eris promised her that they’re more, that they will be more. Until she blew that chance just now.

Eris tried to fix her. It was a wasted effort on Zeph. The past is all she is, and all she’ll ever be.