#garbage elf

[boiledkwamaegg]

Those moments never truly leave you

[shellyswirlz-selfships]

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INTRODUCTION TO MY PROFILE!!!

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Hello! My name is Shelly and I'm an autistic artist/video editor! I'm also a non-sharing Rhodonite from Steven Universe yume!! I LOVE HER SM MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD, SHE'S MY WIFE!!!!!

I'm totally ok with fans of her/people who love her platonically though!!!!! Especially the Rhodonite fans who accept my relationship! :D

Please don't say anything romantic or what could come off as romantic underneath my posts! Maybe let me know you're being platonic so I don't get upset... /gen

I'd love to make some new friends!!!!

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Wanted to redo the intro cause the last one was outdated lol..

[xellandria]

Week two of the Bonfire Art Bash: Storytelling! I always enjoyed those colouring/story combo books as a kid and wanted to continue this year's personal theme of "things I could hand/mail to their characters' owners if they wanted them," so I made a trio of colouring pages, then coloured them myself! Gave it a stained glass look too, both because that makes it more satisfying to colour (for me, anyway) and because it's a neat effect that's easy to pull off—avoid large uninterrupted swaths of space and repeating the same exact colour next to itself and you're golden.

Bonus: the heights of the characters aren't quite square but they were designed to make one big continuous image if you hide the "middle" borders!

[isilwhore]

OK Rings of Power, first you forgot all about my baby Isildur and then you do Fëanor dirty with this unflattering statue 😭

[elfqueen006]

Save me 2000s grunge bands with female leads in elaborate music videos

[dark-elf-writes]

I don’t know why they trusted me with an exploration section for the demo like do they think I’m not going to find every bird and plant before even thinking about the boss fight or whatever the actual plot for this section is

[moetachiins]

MORE ART !!! elftachiins for Christmas

ho ho ho 🎵🎄

[gildedgracious]

attempt to photobash my way into photorealism (original character edition) from July. keyword attempt! :)

[chisungie]

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[fresh-armadillo]

Lanny, Wayne, and McGee are on my hit list.

[nerdlog]

Not only have you never picked up a pencil but it seems you've never picked up a Players Handbook either. First, there's no classes, so the spell automatically can't be used by any classes. Second, there's no concentration and it is an instant cast; this means the spell will play out in its entirety even if the cleric dies or teleports away. This means that for 10 rounds the target will gain 1d6 hp automatically, essentially making PCs immortal since even at 1 hp you can take your turn. In 4 turns you can cast this on the entire party and outlast any combat the DM has made.

Outside of combat, it heals 3d8+10d6 hp, or around 46 hp. For context, mass cure wounds is a level higher and gives only 5d8 (20) hp to multiple targets, so it heals 2 people less than the AI spell.

It's fitting you brand yourself as a mimic

Life Burst - Level 4 Abjuration

Unleash a surge of vitality, restoring health, granting vigor, and sparking recovery. Perfect for rallying allies in the thick of battle, this spell turns the tide with a powerful pulse of life itself!

Art by Midjourney

[dark-elf-writes]

I once got so lost in kingdom hearts after not playing for a few days that I just made a new save

Biggest mood. I frequently just forget where I am at any given point and start over. I think I’ve reset Pokémon Moon 10 times and still have never finished.

[fatkish]

Hii!! I just ran into your Mashle x reader post requests.

Could I request a rayne ames x reader with reader being something like frieren (not an elf) where she's like an expert at mana magic and ancient magic? Also they are from the orca dorm and besties with Macaron (a little hint hint nudge nudge at platonic Margerette x reader)?

(I haven’t seen Frieren so if this isn’t what you were expecting or wanting, I apologize, also, I slightly based the reader off of Eclipsa from Star VS the Forces of Evil)

Rayne Ames x Ancient Magic User Reader

For a long time, people have always believed that you were weak. Despite hours and hours of studying magic and practicing casting spells, you were never any good at it. What’s even more strange is that you were born a double liner. Many people believed you were a fake, but it was just that you were terrible with magic, or so you thought. Your parents were Magic historians, their job was to discover and study ancient magic ruins and the like. One day, your parents brought you to a ruin thinking it would be good for you. How right they were.

As they began to slowly explore and document the new ruins they found, you were bored and decided to roam around. As you walked through the ruins of what was believed to be a temple, you came across a room deeper within. The outside of the temple had deteriorated and crumbled from age but the deeper in you went, the less damage there was. Due to your parent’s job, you understood ancient language and had a basic understanding of various ancient alphabets. Looking at the inscriptions surrounding the door, you took a moment to study them, translating what they said out loud. Suddenly the inscriptions lit up, the surrounding inscriptions and decals along the walls began to glow as the glowing spread throughout the temple’s remains.

The door to the room slowly opened and you walked inside. The room was filled with various things, jars, pots, strange artifacts, it smelled strongly of dust, but lying on what seemed to be a table was an old book. It was thick, the cover was made of leather, giving it a brown color. Being careful not to damage it, you slowly and gently opened it. You began to inspect the pages, seeing how much damage the book had. The book was in surprisingly good condition considering how long it must have been left here. You were looking at one of the pages when you accidentally cut your finger on the edge as you went to turn it. Your blood dropped onto the book, as the pages slowly soaked in your blood, the book began to shake. Your parents had walked in at that moment and saw the book begin to levitate as the things in the room began to shake as well.

Terrified, you asked your parents what was going on, only for them to smile at you. Your parents began to study the room and had discovered that an ancient powerful mage had lived in this temple. This book had belonged to them and was full of all their spells and wisdom. To prevent just anyone from being able to access the book, the mage cast a powerful protective spell that kept the room’s contents safe from outside forces and helped preserve what laid inside. The only way to undo the spell was for someone with the proper latent abilities to speak the inscription surrounding the door. Turns out, you suck at modern magic, but you’re beyond skilled at ancient magic. Seeing as no one else was able to read or open the book, your parents let you keep it. You began to study and decipher what text was in the book.

Years later, you had become quite gifted in the ancient arts. You had a thirst for knowledge and thus, when you were accepted into Easton, you were sorted into Orca dorm. Most people ridiculed you in the beginning since you sucked at basic spells, your potions were all messed up and either had the wrong effects or were absolute garbage. You couldn’t even ride a broom. During your first year at Easton, you finally finished crafting your own wand, according the the book’s instructions. Your wand looked somewhat like an umbrella with a large eye like crystal at the top of it. When opened, the umbrella part would glow and lift you off the ground allowing you to fly to wherever you wanted.

There were a few people who overlooked your initial impression, one of those being Magarette Macaron. Although people believed you to be weak and suck at magic, you did enjoy playing the guitar and bass, which Margarette found out. Due to both of you being rather peculiar individuals, you got along rather well. Often times, when you weren’t studying, you’d be with Margarette jamming out together. Even though you were more of a rock and roll compared to Margarette’s classical style, you both got along. Margarette would help you out in class as you struggled to weave ancient magic into modern spells. The very first time you tried to mix the two in class was a disaster.

You had been in class sitting at your desk with Margarette next to you as you guys were studying a protection spell. The spell was supposed to create a small barrier that weak spells couldn’t pass through. You had brought your book and had searched through it for a similar spell. You had tried to alter the ancient spell to mimic the modern one, only for it to literally blow up in your face and everyone else’s while sending you flying into the wall at the back of the classroom. By trying to combine the two magics, the spell backfired and didn’t work causing the explosion. When Wahlberg had discussed what happened with you, he decided it would be better for everyone if you stuck to using only ancient magic and had the lessons tailored to you.

After that day, whenever you had a class, the teachers would notify you and tell you what you would be doing a day or two before the class. This way you could come prepared with an ancient spell, technique, potion or whatever that would be equivalent to what the other students were learning. With these new accommodations, you were quickly rising and becoming one of the strongest students in the school. It might take you a bit longer to reach the same results as your peers, but there’s no doubt that you are a force to be reckoned with. It was during your second year at Easton that you officially met Rayne Ames.

During the Divine Visionary exam, you easily took the lead, with your abundance of powerful ancient spells, the competition was merely child’s play. Not only were your spells powerful, but you had an array of different types of spells that you could use as opposed to people’s normal one type. It didn’t matter how fearsome your opponents were, or how long the battles took, the moment you saw a weakness however slight, you attacked with full force. Like a dam, you turned the slightest trickle from the most minuscule crack, into a raging current from a gaping hole. Whether it was a weakness in magical ability, emotional or mental weakness, or even physical, any weakness you saw, you took advantage of. It was during the final test that you were facing off against Rayne in battle.

No matter how many partisans Rayne threw at you, you either dodged, redirected or countered. You would cast spatial warping spells, opening portals that swallowed up the partisans and sent them back at him, cast barrier spells that stopped the partisans, or cast a counter spell that absorbed and redirected the attack back at the opponent twice as strong. In the end, it was a draw. Neither of you were defeated by the other, but neither had too great of an advantage over the other. Although Rayne kept you on the defensive and prevented you from taking an offensive stance with his endless attacks, you prevented Rayne from dealing any damage to you and didn’t have a scratch on you. It was decided that you both would be named Divine Visionary since neither of you were able to defeat the other and you both became well acquainted.

After becoming a Divine visionary, you and Rayne were constantly working together on and off. Often finding the other during your missions or coming into contact with the other in some kind of way. You both became rather good friends and often discussed work related things together over tea or something. You got to meet Raynes rabbits and you ended up building what was basically a giant play structure for them that included slides, tunnels and other structures. You’d often bake healthy treats for the rabbits and feed them to them. You even helped Rayne make individual stockings filled with toys and treats for each rabbit during the holidays. The rabbits grew to love you and became comfortable enough to run and greet you every time they saw you. You and Rayne eventually became a couple and moved in together after graduation, making sure that the house had room for both of you and your furry children.

[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

Bill x chubby reader?

( I got chu!<3 SMUT WARNING AHEAD)

Title: "Overpriced Garbage and You"

Epilogue Bill Dickey x Chubby Reader — Smut | Degrading | Virgin Bill | Switch Dynamic | Chubby Praise | Messy Moaning

The con floor had closed, but Bill’s attitude hadn’t. Still hunched in his booth like some troll under a bridge, snapping at cosplayers and glaring at Funko Pops like they personally offended him.

You? You’d walked by again, because you liked watching him squirm. Big tits, thick thighs, mean smile — the kind of girl who’d laugh in his face while he tried to neg you. But this time, you didn’t just laugh. You challenged him.

One sarcastic insult and a mocking wink later, you were in the backseat of his shitty van, your skirt rucked up, panties shoved aside, and Bill Dickey — bitter, cruel, loudmouth Bill — balls-deep and panting.

“Fuckin’ tight,” he gritted out, thrusting hard, his hands greedy on your hips. “Knew it. Mouthy fat girls always have the best pussy. Knew you’d be dripping for me—”

But something was off. His rhythm — too careful, like he was following a script. His breathing — ragged, but not in control. His moans — too real.

You stilled your hips.

He looked at you, confused, almost panicked. “What? What now?”

You narrowed your eyes. Then smirked. “Oh my god. You’re a virgin.”

Bill’s face twisted — shame, anger, horniness, all bubbling over. “Shut the fuck up—”

“No,” you purred, flipping him fast, straddling his lap and taking his cock back inside you. His eyes rolled.

“Oh fuck—”

You ground down slow, tightening around him with practiced ease. “Big talk, Bill. But you don’t even know how to fuck.”

He whined — whined — grabbing at your waist like he could slow you down, but you rode him harder. The wet, obscene sounds of skin on skin filled the van. You leaned in close, breath hot against his ear.

“Say it.”

“Nngh—say what?”

“Say you like big girls.”

His lips trembled, brows drawn, chest rising fast. “I—shit—fuck—I like big girls, okay?!”

You clenched down. “Say it better.”

“I like—God—I love thick girls,” he sobbed, voice breaking as his hips jerked helplessly under yours. “Big tits, soft thighs—fucking obsessed—I hate it—”

“Bet you jerked off to girls like me in secret, huh?” you teased, kissing his jaw. “Too scared to admit it.”

He nodded, a pathetic mess now — red-faced, moaning, writhing under you.

You leaned down, kissed the corner of his mouth, and whispered, “Good boy.”

He came with a strangled cry, burying his face in your chest like he didn’t know where he ended and you began. You milked every twitch of his cock, slow grinding until he was gasping, wrecked, whimpering little curses into your skin.

And afterward — when the windows were fogged and his glasses were crooked — you saw it. That flicker of softness in his eyes as he stared up at you like you were both his ruin and salvation.

“…You’re still a bitch,” he muttered weakly, voice hoarse.

You just smiled, tugging his shirt up to rest your cheek on his chest.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “But you moan like a bitch."

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You didn’t expect to hear from him again.

Figured it was a one-time thing — a weird, angry fuck with a bitter virgin in a con parking lot. But three days later, he texted you a blurry photo of a beat-up comic cover.

> “This elf chick has thighs like yours. You’d probably like it. She gets kidnapped.”

That was Bill Dickey’s version of flirting.

And it didn’t stop.

You got more texts. More comics shoved into your hands with grunts and muttered, “S’not bad or anything, just figured you’d bitch less if you read real stuff.” He even bought you snacks once. Didn’t look you in the eye when he did it — just shoved the chips at you like they’d caught fire.

Every time you saw him, he acted like your presence pissed him off. Like you had done something to him.

But his hands? Always found their way to your hips.

And when you sent him a selfie — just something casual, cleavagey, no caption — he left you on read for hours… then sent a single word at 2:47 a.m.

> “fuck.”

You knew what that meant. So you called him.

He didn’t say hello. Just, “…You do that on purpose?”

You smiled, slow. “What if I did?”

The silence on the other end was obscene. You could hear his ragged breathing. You knew exactly what he was doing — probably half-dressed, hunched in his chair, fist tight around his cock with your photo open on his desktop like it was porn.

“…I hate you,” he muttered, desperate. “I fucking hate how good you look.”

You sighed into the receiver. “Then stop jerking off to me.”

He whimpered. Whimpered. “I can’t.”

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Weeks passed. The sex stayed filthy — degrading, intense, full of teeth and grip marks — but his walls cracked in small, awful ways.

He lingered after. Held you too long.

Called you “fuckin’ stupid” for liking him, then tucked your hair behind your ear.

One night, post-fuck, you lay on your stomach while he rubbed lazy circles on your lower back like he didn’t know he was doing it.

“You’re the first person who’s ever…” He stopped. Growled. “Never mind.”

You turned your head, eyes catching his. “Ever what?”

He stared at you. For a long time. Then looked away.

“…Made me feel like I matter.”

You blinked. The weight of it settled on your chest.

“Oh, Bill.”

“Don’t—” He looked panicked, furious with himself. “Don’t make a thing out of it.”

“I won’t.”

He didn’t sleep that night. You could feel him, watching you in the dark, like he didn’t know how to touch someone without breaking them.

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He doesn’t say he loves you. Not outright. But he buys you comics with fat girls on the covers. Lets you see the notebooks full of angry scribbles and sad fanfiction he wrote in ‘04. Shaves before you come over, but pretends he didn’t.

And once — only once — when you called yourself gross in front of a mirror, he grabbed your face and kissed you like he was drowning.

“Don’t fucking talk about yourself like that,” he said, voice trembling. “You’re the only thing that doesn’t feel fake."

[maxdibert]

Sorry, but Sirius Black was a privileged brat who supported causes superficially without understanding discrimination or making an effort to do so. Throughout his story, we repeatedly see behaviors that could easily belong to members of his own family, only instead of directing them at "Mudbloods," he targets other groups: poor half-bloods, werewolves, house-elves... Because Sirius Black never understood his own privilege, nor did he understand what privilege itself entails. He only hated his family, and therefore, anything his family thought was good, he thought was bad, but not from a studied, logical, or well-thought-out perspective. Not from a position where he wanted to give up everything that made his life easier, but purely out of hate, resentment, and family trauma.

And that makes him very interesting because he constantly defends certain moral issues and fights for them without truly understanding them. And not understanding them leads to him constantly displaying very questionable and hypocritical behaviors. He supposedly believes in equality, yet the first person he suspects of being a spy for Voldemort is his werewolf friend because he’s a werewolf. He supposedly defends the weak, yet he spent years enjoying himself while bullying a poor, resource-less kid who clearly couldn’t compete with the status or surname of the Blacks. He supposedly should treat those below him well, yet he treats his house-elf like garbage.

Sirius Black is contradictory and is a great example of the typical rich kid from radicalized, highly sectarian families who opposes those families, leaves them, but never abandons their privileged environments nor gives up their money or resources. As a result, his social awareness is very performative because he hasn’t engaged in self-criticism. And that’s what gives the character realism and interest. If you take that away from him, he becomes incredibly boring. So please stop saying he wasn’t a privileged elitist, because he was, and he also had violent and sadistic tendencies.