#Deryth

[salem-wilde]

all the dragon age hype made me want to draw one of my wardens again for the first time in *checks watch* eight years. might draw some of my other older dragon age pcs, I miss them

commissions do be open

[wwsans]

art fight 2024

deryth mahariel (+tamlen) for @salem-wilde

[fifi-in-the-new-world]

New artfight attack! This time around I took a swing at this spooky necromancy wizard with a great hat!

Character is Deryth and belongs to ~desirecomics on artfight!

[riversofnyx]

Both of my WoLs, Deryth and Emilia, are ready for summer!

[444names]

Names generated from the entire Wikipedia article on "Fahrenheit 451"

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[ramblingnerdsposts]

First rambling of account! This will be about one of the D&D campaigns I am currently in, a Curse of Strahd game. I am just super excited about it, with the character drama and development possible! Before I go further with the rambling, let me present the cast of this campaign really quickly: we have our DM, my character, the walking Castlevania reference known as Adelhelm Van Helsing, a Hexblade Warlock, an anthropologist wizard called Cassini, an excitable but naive tiefling, our bard Eri, a young woman with mysterious origins and a peculiar way of seeing the world, the human fighter Sarrith, a gruff woman haunted by a mysterious shadow, a Kender cleric named Hope Lost, a cynical woman who only has her faith to rely on, and the dhampir rogue Deryth, a professional conman that is really hard to read. (This is my reading of the characters, so if you find another description of them it might differ).

Anyway, for this ramble I’ll talk about my boy Adelhelm. He’s a bit of a complicated guy. His family, the Van Helsing, have made a deal with the Raven Queen generations ago to become monster hunters. It’s the family business to hunt vampires, liches, fiends and demons. It’s pretty much all he knows too, and because of this he lacked friends growing up, only having his family as people he cared about. Then, one night, he comes back home to find most of his family massacred, his sister and father gone, the library containing the knowledge of hundreds of his ancestors now turned to ash. He learns with the help of his family’s employees that vampires attacked and that Strahd was likely the one behind it. He is now in Barovia, trying to put an end to Strahd and avenge his family, while also trying to find where his sister and father ended up.

So, in terms of psychology, Adelhelm feels insane pressure to carry on his family’s legacy, as he’s pretty much the only one left who can do it, while also grieving the loss of the only people he has ever cared for and feeling guilt for his absence during the massacre. In short, Adelhelm is not exactly happy, and he’s more kept alive through sheer hatred and drive than anything else. He also has a really hard time really opening up to anybody, preferring to take on his problems by himself.

Now, for recent events, the party has fought a bunch of living trees and kicked their asses, and they slept under Leomund’s tiny hut with a new person that Adelhelm doesn’t trust very much. During the night, Sarrith took Deryth’s coat from him and ended up keeping it for a while, hinting at feelings between the two, while Adelhelm got cuddled by Cassini during the night (the wholesome kind of cuddles). And he actually liked the physical contact. So he’s confused, he’s developing feelings for Cassini, though even with prodding from Eri he didn’t admit to it. He was awkward for a bit and tried to keep his distance, but eventually with convincing from the bard, he decided to apologize for staying away from Cassini, which she accepted, then he said in an indirect manner that he wouldn’t mind it happening again. You know, romance subplot stuff.

But in Adelhelm’s mind, a lot was going on. He realized through the night that despite his annoyances with her (she tends to ask a LOT of questions), he cares for her. A lot. More than a friend. And he also realized he cares about the others. And he is TERRIFIED by that prospect. Getting close to people again is a risk. A risk that what he went through with his family’s death could happen again. And he does not want that. So now Adelhelm is torn and has a choice to make. He either pushes them away and becomes alone again, to wallow in his own misery, or he tries to open up to them and make new friends and maybe find love, but takes the risk of Strahd or another undead taking these people away from him too. And he does not know what to do.

If you stayed until the end, thanks for reading my rambling! There will be more in the future, on both this campaign, the other one and stuff like video games and anime I enjoy. Until then, later!

[superhaught]

I thought you could give Shadowheart the noblestalk in act III after buying it from Deryth but you can’t so I’m going to go kill myself now because that basically ruins the rest of the game for me

[star-girl-arisen]

So I'm tagging this Xeritoph even though it has nothing to do with my Xeritoph game (which is a d&d game I DM for in the world of Xeritoph) because it is the only tag that my fellow players have blocked.

So I'm playing in a Curse of Strahd game with the same group that is in my game, we just have a different DM (Nick). A brief intro is that we are all from different worlds and have all ended up in Barovia. A super brief run down of the group is: my character, the human fighter with a living shadow Sarrith Nayic, my fiancee's character, a Kender who lost her home and should've died Hope Lost, her girlfriend's character, an anthropologist tiefling who is too naive for her own good Cassini, a Castlevania reference Adelhelm Van Helsing, my friend Slime's character, a dhampir with a mysterious past Deryth (yes, pronounced like my character's name), and a weird bard named Eri.

Currently, several characters are pursuing romantic subplots with other player characters. My character has a huge crush on Deryth and had briefly stolen his famous coat because he threw it at her when she was complaining while in Leomund's Tiny Hut, all while Cassini and Adelhelm pursue a romantic subplot (Cassini is very oblivious and all of us are having fun with this). The big thing here is that Sarrith is polyamorous, but has never focused on how she experiences romantic attraction, so it is all new to her (she is 28 for the record, for backstory reasons she never had given herself the space to even consider romance) and she has realized not only does she have feelings for Deryth but also for Cassini *and* Hope. So she is in one hell of a pickle right now and I have to wait until next Saturday for the next CoS (or some say CoSm) session, where Sarrith will he professing to Deryth, and I will keep you all abreast with those happenings!

[lovingcelestials]

witch bffs! ❤️

Deryth is a witch who can summon and speak to spirits/demons. One of his best friends is a desire demon he bound himself to by mistake. 

Antonio is a mute dreamwalker. He is able to enter peoples dreams and manipulate them at will (and he can talk in dreams!). To avoid suspicion while in a dream, he takes the form of a jaguar. 

[bar-cafe]

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[Montre-moi ton faux amour]

<Montre-moi ton faux amour - Show me your false love>

{Library}

This book has: Trigger warnings, Necrophilia, Yandere, betrayal, death, blood, mental health issues, manipulation.

<Myka: Thank you for a special guests for proofreading and viewing this story

Riko: Shall we look into this unfortunate story?>

'He's crying again...' she thought to herself as she heard the pained wails of the man that is held captive in the room next to hers.

His wails of anguish has been occurring ever so often since the night of his capture. She was getting tired of it. His nights of crying endlessly out of anger? Betrayal? Sadness? She doesn't know, but she had enough of it— everything from his wails of anguish to his sage-colored eyes filled with betrayal and tears to anger and distrust with a filled resolve.

She made her way towards the door out of her room, the clacking of her heels could be heard from the stone pavement of the lone and dark corridor.

Her emerald eyes landed on the wooden door and its handle. A sharp intake of breath filled her lungs as she opened the door, her eyes filled with determination on the man who was asleep on the cold and damp pavement of his prison cell. Her heart ached at the sight. With careful footsteps, she made her way to the peaceful sleeping figure, her pale hand grazing his face, tucking away a strand of his forest green hair behind his elven-like ears. His body started to stir awake and his sleepy eyes landed on hers. He jolted away from her eyes, his sage orbs holding weariness towards the female.

"Your comrades aren't coming, you know?" Her voice was faint and soft, almost that of whisper yet his voice sounded louder than her greeting.

"My allies will come for my watch!" The statement sounded confident to the both of them.

The woman pitied him more.

"How long do you intend to wait? You've been here for weeks already. If that sorry excuse of a hero comes to save you, we would give you back willingly. We expected it to be this situation, we hoped that maybe in a week he would search for you...but, it looks like they abandoned you. Why not join us? We would treat you much better, you know." Her smile was soft and reassuring even in the dark that cannot display her face, the only thing evident is her glowing emerald eyes.

"I can't trust you yet...not after all the damage and hindrances towards our mission." A tone of distrust and helplessness laced his voice.

"Then let me show you. Shall you try and trust me this time?" The man had no more choice but to accept his fate.

"I'll get you out of here, alright? Wait for my news."

That was from last night. Now he saw her face in the light, a beautiful young woman with long ebony black hair tied in a half bun, her emerald green eyes framed in cat-like eyes. The man was dumbfounded at the young woman. She was one of the summoned with the hero from another world.

"Castria, we cannot trust this man." A young man may be no older than 22, with albino white hair, as his face is covered by a mask.

"I'll take responsibility for my actions, Shane." Castria defended the captive, her emerald eyes filled with determination and trust.

That was her mistake back then.

Weeks passed by and Castria learned the name of the man she had held as captive: Deryth. A unique name to a human from another world but to a resident of this world his name was that of a royalty to the fairies, but he abandoned that title once he had joined the heroes party. In a few weeks, Deryth had got to know the other members of their little group, all of which were from the hero summoning. They were all discarded and left to fend for themselves once the hero was found.

He had gotten closer to Castria. He would stick to her side like glue, he's never seen separated from her. His life is now filled with information— information that he could never have gotten if he was with the hero. They were generous with information, but still held back some, which was logical to him and others. He saw their strength, pain, and weaknesses, but everyone can see the tension between him and Castria.

The charade has been going on for far too long that the others were almost pitying the two until one snapped at the meeting.

"Oh my Hades! Please for the love of everything still sane, Please just confess you two fools of love!" Shane snapped, his voice loud and clear.

"We are tired of this since we knew it was funny from the start, but come on! There has to be a limit to this show." He seethed out before taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. "Both of you, please talk it out... Outside at least."

With that, both Deryth and Castria were kicked out of the meeting hall, both faces flushing red.

As the two figures sat there, faces still flushed red, different shades of green eyes stared at the other, both filled with dumbfounded expressions before bursting out in laughter, their expressions changing that out of fondness.

"We are both such idiots, don't you think Deryth?" Castria giggled, emerald eyes shining brightly with joy as Deryth couldn't help himself but get lost in her beautiful gaze.

From that point onwards, both of them grew closer than ever: as lovers, and friends, but all good things must come to an end when they all learned of a sinister plan.

Deryth woke up that day, feeling that today wasn't going to be a good day. A fairy's intuition is never wrong. By the time he saw the others, their eyes and faces were that of anger, sadness, and betrayal. At that, Deryth knew that they know.

She knows.

"Everyone...I-I can explain. Where's Castria?" He tried to tell what was on his mind, yet one burst out.

"Explain what? Explain how you used our trust against us? How you betrayed us? How you betrayed her trust and love? Forget about talking to Castria, she isn't going to see you. Save your sorry excuse. We're dropping you off in front of the fairy kingdom. Cease all contact from us. We don't care if you tell them everything. We're going to be out of everyone's business now." Shane seethed out, eyes filled with anger and sadness.

"She left you one message, 'Montre-moi ton faux amour.' Figure that out yourself."

Deryth fell to his knees ready to beg, but he didn't get a chance to as everything went black.

By the time he woke up, he was laying down on a soft bed. Voices he dreaded to hear filled his ears. It was the hero's voice and others as well. He didn't like this. No, not one bit. The hero would use him again against her, but he can't lie to the hero. He can't betray the other innocents due to his failed love and friendship.

Weeks passed after everything and he got news on the destruction of the base he considered as a home for his friends, and himself. He rushed towards the ruins to see it being burnt into crisp, not a living being in sight. He fell to his knees and started to cry. Were they safe? Did they escape? Where were they? Where is she? Many thoughts ran around his mind, but the answer was clear: they all severed the memory of this place to himself.

Months passed by after the incident, Deryth was up late, countless nights and days to find a lead towards her whereabouts and finally found the meaning of her last message due to the hero who translated it for him.

'Show me your false love'

It stung his heart. It raised questions towards himself. He knew what she meant by it, but he was too late to clarify.

He spent his time observing the hero. He saw the incompetence and arrogance of the hero as a coward on the battlefield and uses people at his disposal. Deryth wanted to escape this but he can't. The hero was the only key to meet Castria and the others again; he just has to suck it up and smile like a strategist.

A witch hunt has been occurring in the town where the hero's party has been staying in, and it was as if fate being cruel, Deryth saw her tied up like a criminal. No townspeople dared try to throw garbage or harsh words towards her. The guards looked sorrowful at this while she walked with dignity and a soft smile of understanding.

Deryth couldn't believe it. He didn't know if he was hallucinating, or if it was real, but he rushed towards the plaza where the execution was going to be held, and there he saw her demise. The guards wept and said their apologies while they lit her on fire. She didn't scream. She just cried with a smile until she went limp.

The townspeople didn't want her to suffer and feel the pain; they had fed her poison that would kill her instantly and painlessly, only leaving her body to burn.

Deryth finally snapped.

How long was it? Since the last time he felt happy? Since he last saw a smile that haunts his dreams, his tired sage-colored eyes looked at the figure lying down on a comfortable-looking silk bed, a woman no older than 23 laid there peacefully with her ebony hair framing her pale figure, the woman looked to be asleep and was not breathing.

The man strode forward towards the bed, scooping up strands of hair before kissing it; his sage-colored eyes held madness and infatuation.

"You're still so beautiful even when we both first met... I was useless back then... Why don't you let me see your beautiful emerald eyes again, I would even let you keep me as a prisoner again...ah, it brings back memories doesn't it, dear?" Deryth smiled at that of a person who wasn't sane.

The day that Castria closed her eyes and was engulfed in flames, Deryth lost faith and turned to that of a taboo in their race.

"Wake up, dear. Didn't you say you wanted to take me to your world? So wake up, we can do it..." He whispered to the corpse that never showed signs of decay.

A story without a happily ever after.

Deryth knew he was the one to blame. He destroyed his ending with his schemes. May her soul and the gods never forgive him on what taboos he's about to commit.

[snowlymint]

Friend: make sure you don’t stand in AOE

Me: ok

Also me: *usually gets cleaved*

[atherian-goddess]

Corinth Deryth

All imagines belong to their respective creators. They are just used for purposes of enjoyment.

Age: 24 years old

Height  : 6’2

Weight -

Form: Human

Species: Dark elf (Shadow elf)

Occupation: A Tracker

Father: ???

Mother: ???

Living arrangements: Says any place he can while he is on the road.

Personality: He is a master liar. He trusts virtually no one and cares only about himself.

Skills: Relies heavily on the dark arts to complete his tasks. His specialty is cloaking. He can make himself unseen and undetectable.

Weakness:  Fire and light magic

Partner(s) : Lucille

“I’m looking out for numero uno. No offense sweet, it’s just the way things are.”

[colourpatternist]

A different perspective on my bone scythe

[mikaelsrose]

a great combination of fluff, smut, and angst: NSFW(ish) ABC

pairing: Tyril x human!MC (Selene)

word count: 4600

warnings: NSFW 

an: nsfw alphabet template by this lovely soul with the slightest change

tag list: @brycesgirl @tyrils-star @lxdy-starfury @rysdumortain ​

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)Except for being exhausted, Selene is vulnerable, on full display for Tyril (quite literally), and a bit emotional. That’s actually when Tyril and her have the most personal, heart-to-heart conversations.“I met with Deryth today.”Tyril propped his head on his hand while lying on his side and looked down at his lover, carefully covering her naked body with duvet. His hand then rested on Selene’s hip where his fingers stroked the delicate skin.

Several weeks earlier, during a family dinner, Tyril’s father pointed out that ever since Selene and Tyril came back from Whitetower, he could sense a powerful, ancient energy from her. Adrina immediately agreed and encouraged Selene to meet with Undermount’s walking encyclopaedia/prophet/generally the one with no official title but the go-to lady when there’s any kind of trouble. Although Tyril made no remarks that evening, he agreed with his family. Ever since Selene their battle with the Shadow Court, since she wielded the Blade of Light and was able to open portals, he felt that something... unlocked. Something clicked into place.

“What did she say?”

“A lot of unsettling things, actually,” Selene bit her lip gently and turned to lie on her back. With her eyes set on the dark ceiling, she continued. “But also... nothing concrete. She said she’s been expecting me since I set foot in Undermount because she could feel my magic. She also admitted the same thing your father said.”

Tyril’s hand slowly wandered up her body to eventually rest flat on the blonde’s stomach, his finger outlining a faint scar on her abdomen.

“She confirmed that a war is coming, and I’m going to play a pivotal part in it but this time I might not... make it through.”

The elf’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What ar-“

“But it’s not anything I wouldn’t know for a few weeks now,” she interrupted. “I think... she just confirmed my worries. I could still play dumb when those were just my dreams but now... I don’t know, Tyril. I don’t think I’m strong enough to go through something like this again.”

“We’ll be right by your side, Selene,” he responded immediately, his gaze burning a hole in her face.

“I know, love,” she cupped his cheek in her palm and smiled faintly. “That’s exactly what worries me the most.”

  B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Tyril’s an absolute boobies-guy. The amount of time this man has spent on one-on-one meetings with Selene’s cleavage would make him the greatest warrior in the history had he spent it on trainings. Even (or rather especially) when they’re already going to sleep, his hand finds its way under Selene’s shirt where it rests throughout the night.

As for Selene... she couldn’t have possibly picked her favourite part of him. She adores every. single. body part of this man.

Due to her constant reminders of how much she loves his body and all the differences between the two of them, Tyril’s outlook on himself changed. He didn’t exactly begin to look out for himself when there were blades involved as she asked him, but he did want to look good for her. And himself. But mostly for her, although she started working on improving his way of thinking.

However, she does have a soft spot for his muscular back covered with several very old scars. She loves giving him a proper massage after a long day and placing kisses from one shoulder blade to another. But what she loves the most is watching his back as it’s covered with long deep-blue, purple, half-noon shaped and sometimes bloody marks that her fingernails leave.

 C = Choking (basically an addition to Kink)

“I’m not sure about this, Selene,” he admitted, warring with himself whether to do what do asked and literally choke her or to simply refuse. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me. People do that, and they’re fine,” Tyril raised his brow, looking at her, all flushed, her hair a mess, a few finger-shaped bruises on her hips, and biting her kiss-swollen lips. “I’ve read that in a book.”

“Did you?”      

“Just trust me,” she chuckled, turning to lean against a drawer and swayed her hips invitingly against him, basically impaling herself with his cock for the fifth time this evening.

He still wasn’t sold on this idea but Selene was so sure this would work he was willing to give it a try. However, the second an obscene moan left her lips after a rather hard and smooth thrust, all his inhibitions were forgotten.

Selene guided his hand from her breast to her neck, forcing him to put some pressure there, and he happily obeyed. Selene was like clay in his hands, always happy to fulfil his every wish and always making sure he felt at least as good as her. That night, he wanted to fulfil one of her wishes, however strange it seemed to him.

He pinned her hips to the cold wood with his, fucking her mercilessly as his free hand worked on her bud, leaving her a moaning mess within seconds. Just as his lips busied themselves with her shoulder, guided by her reactions he put some real pressure on her throat, careful not to hurt her.

“This is the last time we are doing this,” he concluded a minute later, holding a panting and somewhat cheery Selene in his arms.

“You’re no fun.”

  D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Tyril would never admit this out loud, especially to Selene, who’s known as one of the biggest gossip in the whole Morella and an even bigger tease, but for a rather short amount of time he was very jealous of Mal (actually, scratch that, he sometime still is), his light approach to life and his relationship with Selene. The way he could joke about everything and tease the hell out of her while Tyril himself was overcome with guilt and anger. When his sole mission was destroying every single piece of the Shadow Court, Mal would still find the strength to raise the group's spirits, cheer up and motivate them. The way he would make Selene laugh.

  E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh, Tyril absolutely knows what he’s doing. He often leaves Selene breathless, red, and speechless because he’s that good.

Selene on the other hand... well, she knows a thing or two. She’s a great observer and a quick learner, but she doesn’t exactly have much experience. She happily takes everything Tyril’s willing to show her, though.

“So... I’ve found a book,” Selene stated, blushing a little. Tyril watched her curiously as they sat in a secluded part of the House Starfury’s garden, basking in the early afternoon sun.

“What book?”

Biting her lower lip, Selene began untying her dress, wanting her body to catch as many sun rays as she could until the sunset. She tossed the material aside and rested her head on Tyril’s lap. “Remember the one Mal was so interested in?”

“You mean the one he stole?”

“The one he borrowed,” she chuckled, raising a hand to cover her eyes from the sun. “For an indefinite amount of time.”

“I remember.”

“Well, I found a similar one.”

“Somehow I had a feeling this would happen one day,” the elf concluded, eyeing Selene’s slowly raising chest. “What about it?”

“Oh, please. You know what I mean.”

Of course, he did. But he also so happened to love teasing her.

“We need to work on your communications skills,” he commented, with a barely contained smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Don’t laugh at me,” she chuckled. “I just thought that we could give it a try. Also, I have a feeling I am really going to enjoy watching you as you read it.”

“I already did.”

“No way,” she grinned and sat up to look at Tyril’s sun-kissed face. “When?”

“I have spent a lot of time in the library and that is all I am going to say on this matter,” Tyril admitted, smirking as his hand rested on the small of her back, his fingers gently stroking the hot skin. “If you are so eager, I believe we can start our little experiment early.”

  F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Against the window. Against the drawer. Against the door if they’re feeling risky. Honestly, even a boulder in the middle of the woods would do if it was big enough to lean Selene against it and fuck her from behind.

 G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous?)

Due to Selene being a massive tease, they usually share a laugh or two during their bedroom playtime. Though there was also that one time...

“I am not ticklish,” Selene assured, sliding her hands up and down his muscular back. Tyril smirked, a devilish plan already forming in his mind, and

“I am afraid I will have to check that.”

“I see you have a death wish, Lord Tyril,” she teased, narrowing her eyes. “And since we both know I’m a much better warrior...”

The elf chuckled and raised his head from between her legs to admire the purple chain of love bites along her stomach. Set on not begging just yet, Selene bit her lower lip and watched her lover delightedly until she realized what he had planned.

“I’m willing to take my chances.”

 H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Honestly, I find it really hard to believe that the elves grow hair anywhere except for their heads.... I mean, they don’t even grow beards....... Therefore, elf boy is smooth as a baby. Not that Selene minds. Nothing obstructs the view, right?

 I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Tyril knows that one way to make Selene aroused is dancing. She takes full advantage of how incredible a dancer Tyril is. She adores the fact that he’s willing to patiently teach her everything about his culture, which includes dancing.

“I actually practised this one,” Selene admitted, looking deep into the elf’s blue eyes. Tyril’s left hand slipped down just above her butt, pushing her towards him, leaving absolutely no space between their bodies.

“You have?”

“With your father,” she giggled, seeing the shadow of jealousy on her lover’s face. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Colour me surprised and impressed, then,” he smiled. The hand that’s been resting on Tyril’s back moved up to the side of his neck to pull his face closer.

“Since I’ve mastered this dance, I think we can already proceed with our activities,” she whispered against his lips. “I already got a head start.”

“I can see that,” Tyril smirked as he realized the only thing covering Selene’s body was a thin, white nightgown and definitely no underwear.

  J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

The first week without Selene by his side was tough but the second week? On the 9th day, Tyril seriously considered moving to Riverbend forever just so he wouldn’t have to wake up alone ever again. This being said, the vision of seeing her in a few months was... depressing.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you something to remember me by,” Selene smiled flirtatiously, making herself comfortable on his lap. Having freed his left hand of a book, she guided it to her waist and then higher, and higher until it reached his favourite plaything covered with a thin, lacy material.

Seeing that the strained smile fell of her face as she watched him carefully, Tyril sighed quietly. “I know.”

“No,” she protested immediately and brushed a strand of his hair behind his ear, stroking his cheek while doing so. “Quit glooming. This is supposed to be a good memory.”

He didn’t want her to leave. Not now. Not ever. But they’ve had that conversations many times now, and it wasn’t fair to try to change her mind again as she was clearly set on seeing her brother and taking a well-deserved break from Undermount. Not that he would be able to convince her to stay. She’s too damn stubborn.

“It’s our last night together for some time, love,” she whispered. “Take what you need. Remember me like this.”

Tyril’s hand slowly wandered up her thigh, trying to imprint the feeling of her soft skin in his memory. Trying to remember her taste, her scent, everything about her. Because when it came to Selene, he was greedy. He wanted to know everything about this woman, to know her every thought, every worry. He wanted to be the only who knows her taste and makes her make such sounds.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he begged in between kisses as his warm hands explored her body anew.

“I’m yours, Tyril. Always.”

Remembering how hot her skin felt under his palms, those sweet sounds she would make, and the way she called herself his over and over and over again with no hesitation, he would relieve himself to get himself through the day.

  K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Let’s be clear: Selene is the much more extreme one here. She has a choking kink which actually made Tyril consider a lifelong celibacy for a second just so he wouldn’t have to do it to her again. The fact that Tyril is much older also does the trick for her. And much taller.

 L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. Literally. Except for Tyril’s family’s private chambers, there hasn’t been a surface the two of them hadn’t christened when they were alone.

 M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Tyril would never admit it, but he finds it extremely hot when Selene turns into a sassy/bad-ass/protective mode. He’s caught himself on that the first time after she easily took out one of Imtura’s corrupted pirates. And then when she fought like a maniac with the corrupted Captain, already using magic as easily as she’d been doing that since the day she was born and swinging her sword like it was her hand.

Selene is actually a sucker for some romanticism.

She would usually come home much earlier than Tyril, which had its pros and cons. The good side was that she had time to think, to write to Kade, and to just unwind. One of the biggest cons was the fact that she had to wait many hours into the night waiting for her man after a long day and – let’s just say – she was very excited. She categorically refused to touch herself, therefore, she was sentenced for waiting, wriggling in a chair, doing some stupid breathing exercises.

It was a quarter after midnight when she felt his familiar hands embrace her from behind and his warm lips already leaving wet kisses on her bare shoulder up to her neck.

A gasp, followed by a surprised moan left her lips when Tyril’s lips started leaving red marks on its way and his hand quickly made it inside her panties. Scratch the romanticism. After a whole long day she didn’t actually need it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Tyril would never do anything to physically hurt her even if she asked – the choking she once asked for was the only thing he agreed to do and he swore to never do it again.

  O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)

To Selene’s delight, Tyril loves going down on her. For his own pleasure. He’s also become quite fond of getting quick blowjobs in the middle of the day. In the middle of the city. In a fairly secluded area. Or inconspicuous handjobs under the table during parties.  

Selene’s hand was stroking Tyril under the table, as they watched most of the guests dancing around the ballroom.

“Are you sure there’s no room that we could escape to for a minute?” Selene muttered, playfully stroking his tip with her thumb and watching him clench his jaw and take deep breaths.

“If there was such option, we would be there for the last few minutes already.”

She grinned hearing the struggle in his hushed voice and put more pressure on him, motivating him for a bit quicker finale this time as the song was slowly drawing to an end. The elf swallowed hard, watching as she reached for her champagne glass with her free hand. After she’s taken a small sip, she leaned over and kissed the red-cheeked man, drinking his quiet pants off his lips. Selene grinned through their kiss, feeling some wet, sticky substance in her palm.

“It’s a bit hot in here, isn’t it?”

Adrina smiled as she sat across her brother with an elegant elf by her side. Selene smiled back at the beautiful woman and took another sip of her champagne. “It is indeed.”

  P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Unless they’re short on time, they’re slow and sensual. Tyril takes his sweet time making sure not to skip any part of her body, driving her crazy at the same time. He pays special care to Selene’s scars, remembering how insecure they make her feel.

 Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often)

“We have about five minutes before Adrina comes in here,” Selene mumbled and bit her lip to muffle the moans that threatened to leave her mouth. Tyril’s lips worked tirelessly on her neck as his hips slammed into hers.

“That’s plenty of time,” he smirked, pulling her butt towards the edge of a counter he sat her on. Selene wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, making sure he stays right where he is. “Although if you’d like me to stop-“

“Don’t you dare.”

Tyril’s right hand slipped between her legs, his nimble fingers irritating her soft spot expertly, just as his lips caught hers to muffle her moans.

They froze immediately when a soft knocking on the door followed by Adrina’s sweet voice reverberated in the room. Panicked, Selene pushed Tyril and jumped off the furniture, hurriedly smoothing her hair and fixing her dress. Tyril did the same, but he couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the terrified look on her face.

“Imagine if she opened the door,” Selene whispered, helping Tyril smooth his dishevelled hair.

“We wouldn’t scare her for lifetime, if that’s what you worry about,” he chuckled.

“It’s not her I worry about, it’s me! I could never look her in the face again!”

Tyril snorted and leaned over the balcony door nonchalantly, amusedly observing Selene as she opened the door and greeted his sister.

  R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

Not at first, no. However, the farther they are in the relationship, the more Tyril begins to succumb to Selene’s ideas of quickies in public places and trying out some positions from the notorious book.

“It feels wrong, Selene.”

Selene looked up to see his flushed face, and took him out of her mouth for a second.

“Oh, so I can just walk out right now?”

The elf’s Adam apple moved slowly up and down as he swallowed and bit his lower lip. “I’d rather you don’t.”

“Then shut up.”

Tyril’s hand involuntarily slipped down to Selene’s hair, guiding her not-so-gently, and he quickly looked around the secluded library row to make sure they’re still alone.

He gripped the bookshelf with one hand just as he was almost there and glanced down on Selene who watched him intently with her beautiful blue eyes. With his chest heaving and tensed stomach muscles, Tyril grit his teeth not to make any noise when he came.

Selene grinned as she pulled his pants back up and stood up to place a tender kiss to the elf’s under jaw. “One could think you kind of liked it.”

Tyril brushed the loose strands of hair out of her face and stroked her cheek with his knuckles.

“I wouldn’t mind repeating this in the future.”

Chuckling, Selene stood on her tiptoes and kissed her man, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“No bodily fluids exchange in my library, kids.”

  S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Tyril Starfury doesn’t go for rounds. Tyril Starfury goes for proper sessions, no matter the time of the day, although he has a soft spot for the morning shifts.

 T = Timid 

Tyril’s anything but timid. The fact that he was willing to fuck in front of the whole city of Whitetower? Yes, there we go. Over time, he doesn’t even pay much attention to hiding his feelings for Selene from his family. Or the elves of Undermount. *cough* handjobs during parties *cough*

Selene on the other hand learns to be more confident. Tyril quite quickly learned that the teasing is just... a ruse. But with time and endless assurance from her man of his love and devotion, she learns to ask for what she wants.

  U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

Oh, Selene is the greatest teaser. There’s nothing in this world that makes her happier than watching Tyril flush because of her dirty comments, lose his composure, and get boners in the most inappropriate moments.  

She loves to distract him as he’s reading the council’s newest proposals by sitting half naked on his desk, sneakingly squeezing his butt as he’s talking with the heads of other houses during balls, and leaving juicy love bites on his neck before they go out to the town. In this way she gets to hear him moaning before noon, and she marks her territory, letting other women know he’s taken. Two birds, one stone, right?

 V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

Tyril makes it his priority to get Selene as loud as humanly possible when they’re alone. Unless they’re in a public place for a stealthy quickie, then he does just enough to make her almost-as-loud-as-possible. He loves seeing her struggling to stay quiet, he loves teasing her like that, fully knowing she would rather chew off her own tongue than to let a moan escape her lips when they’re in public.

However, it cuts both ways, right? Selene is a mistress of drawing incomprehensible moans from her man, especially in the most inappropriate moments – like during dinner in a bar or in a library. Especially in the library, where they’ve earned a few warnings already.

“Selene, I swear, if we get a permanent ban from the librarian, I will send you back to Riverbend.”

“Feisty,” she chuckled, stroking his calf with her foot under the library table. “Do it more often.”

 W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

“I’m starting to think you’re letting me win,” Selene panted, smirking at Tyril whom she had pressed against a wall, with the tip of her blade an inch away from his throat. Tyril raised his hands defiantly, smirking at her.

“I would never do such thing.”

“Then I believe I have surpassed my master.”

Selene lowered the blade slowly and let it fall to the ground when Tyril’s strong arms wrapped tightly around her and picked her up to slam her against the wall. “You did indeed. Therefore, I believe I deserve a consolation prize.”

“We wouldn’t want you to go into pieces, would we?” she chuckled, pulling him close to crash her lips against his. They still had a few alone minutes left and like always they were more than willing to spend it a bit nicer than on pointing blades at each other.

Selene was also more than happy to use the fact that their trainings excited him to her advantage. “Are you certain you want to stay here? Someone will come-”

“Too bad for them, then.”

“I’m really liking this side of you,” she grinned and tangled a hand in his long hair as his lips sucked hard at the skin on her collarbone.

  X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A solid (and a bit scarred) six-pack and a thick, definitely-above-average package. If it was up the Selene, he would walk around Morella naked.

 “What about this one?” she asked, kissing a long, purplish scar under his ribcage.

“Kaya.”

“It’s been over a year,” her brows furrowed a bit. “It still hasn’t healed?”

“Magic wounds take longer to heal.”

Selene nodded, and watched his face while placing tiny, tender kisses along the scar. “You have quite the collection, I must admit.”

Tyril chuckled.

“This is the last one,” he pointed to a rather deep scar on his left hip. “No distressful story behind this one.”

“For once,” she grinned. “Is this the one Mal gave you?”

“Yes.”

“It’s my favourite one.”

“It better be, I have it because of you,” he smirked, brushing the hair out of her face.

“You have it because you love me, and you wanted to defend my honour. I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“Touche.”

Placing a series of wet kisses down his abdomen, Selene wrapped her hand around him, already hard and waiting for her touch, drawing a surprised gasp from the elf. “Though I believe you deserve some acknowledgement for your courageous defence of my honour.”

 Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Tyril is a young, handsome elf, who happens to be the love interest of many, and have a gorgeous woman by his side. Of course, he’s horny as hell. As much as he’s trying to hide it, Selene knows exactly what and how often he needs, as it happens to be her.

“Not again,” Selene giggled, feeling something hard on her thigh. She slid her thumb over Tyril’s kiss-swollen lips, admiring how soft they are. “I would like to come out of this room eventually.”

“I’m afraid this is not going to happen today,” he chuckled as Selene pushed him to lie on his back and straddled him, taking him all in.

The sun was slowly descending, and they haven’t left their bed ever since they woke up this morning.

Tyril marvelled at how the orange sun kissed her pale skin, how beautiful she looked blush-glazed cheeks, and even at how eager she was to go for another round even though the tiredness was evident on her face.

“Selene, no.”

“Come on,” she sighed as he took his hand away from her neck where she guided it. “We’ve talked about this.”

“And as far as I recall I told you I am not going to do this ever again.”

“Fine.”

  Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

“I love you.”

A small smile crept up upon Tyril’s lips, and he subconsciously wrapped his arm around Selene’s body. He muttered something back, slowly drifting back to sleep. Knowing Tyril, Selene just assumed it was either “Love you too” or “I know.” A soft smile appeared on her lips as she felt his steady heartbeat on her back. Tyril would usually fall asleep first, hugging her so tight she sometimes had problems breathing.

Once she was certain Tyril had fallen asleep, she turned around to look at his peaceful face and was surprised to see a faint of a sleepy smile in the corners of his lips. “Don’t ever forget that,” she whispered, placing a featherlight kiss between his brows.

[vjkhr]

my (o)characters:

Adrian Eldritch @forget-me-not-kid

Benedict Michaelov @krovavyy-khudozhnik

Hemlock Ingram @corbeaumedico

Idril Deryth -

[eiirlys]

My 1st Winx Fairy!

Deryth, my fairy of Patterns & Designs. I orignally had something complete different for her in the beginning, but I did a lot of revision on her, so tada! I have her profile partially made because I waa doing tbe special abilities first. The palette is something I had for a really long time and I think I had an unconsious inspiration for her look.

ALSO, my first time using washi tape and I'm proud of it! And please excuse that yellow patch on her arm, I mistook the shade when I took that color out.

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