#Or mc's orc horns

[masked-alien-lesbian]

😭😭😭 "come back to me..." "I'm trying Imtura!"

[vspin]

I wish we had just a couple of race-specific lines for the romances from the love interests. Kinda like how Lae'Zel has the straight-up hots for Dragonborn MCs and makes a comment.

Just one line here or there:

LI's addressing MC's who come from "despised" races like a Githyanki, Half-Orc, Drow, and Tieflings. Like in a loving/protective way.

Cute comment about short races' height (lol)

Wyll talking to Tiefling Tav about horns and the "bumps" in places

Poking fun at some of the longer-lived races if there is an age difference

I could make a whole post on the Drow, but at least for Shadowheart, Halsin, and Astarion there should have been a quick 1-2 lines about a Drow MC. Elf/Drow pairing is kinda taboo.

Astarion and Underdark races. Spawn Astarion may never see the sun again but there are full cities down there where he can thrive.

What other ideas? Idk much about Dwarves, Gnomes, and Halflings lol

[sugar-omi]

If you are interested, can you plz share how you see the Our Life (1+2) characters as DnD classes and races included? 😆⚔️🍃🏹

Im craving Our Life with some medieval whimsical vibes, Baxter dancing with swords, Derek singing with bar goers while MC goes pickpocketing the villains, Cove as a MERMAN living his life like Ariel. So many wonderful thoughts wanted to share ✨️✨️✨️

okay this took so long bc i know nothing abt DnD so i did a bit of research!!! my friends have talked abt DnD and i never understood but knew it was smth cool n involved alot of creativity, but now i just think this is sm cooler <33 anyway im not creative at all rn so im referencing everything from this website im using👍

tags : Fluff, 'Dungeon and Dragons' headcanons + drabbles, cove is the only one w hc's for if you're dating (+ qiu kinda?) i couldn't think of dating hc's for everyone else in this world as well but you could imagine some of the hc's that way

synopsis : DnD races and classes of ol:nf & ol:ba characters.

qiu:

okay I couldn't decide but qiu is half-elven.

(his dad is so whipped for his elf wife<3<3<3)

i can't really think about what class he'd be in, but i think i could see him as a bard

he's the laziest bard though 💀 and thus is mostly a wanderer.

qiu will wait until they're on their last coin and then will go perform

would perform a very good show while MC pickpockets the assholes that were disturbing the bar just a moment ago

otherwise, he just performs for you and his friends.

they'll have/be at a party with all their friends, and will perform some type of magic trick to entertain everyone

qiu will sing you little songs, read you poetry he wrote while watching you sleep that morning<3

for any important dates like birthdays, or anniversary (if you're dating), etc., they'll do a cool magic trick and perform a elven dance that he learned from his mom

tama:

human! BUT. she's a druid

she loves the forest, the forest loves her

maybe a bit of sorcery as well? idk how this works lol

she has a little house in the woods omg

goes foraging and learns lots of sorcery stuff from ren

will show you how to cast cool spells

also you're the first person she comes to show you any new spells she learns!!

you two beat up any bandits/criminals you come across

renee (/darren):

human and like i mentioned in tama's, is a sorcerer

!!! wants to be like her mom in canon right?

i think she's a teacher n teaches young sorcerers/wizards

baxter:

isnt baxter special. just crossovering worlds 💀💀

anyway.. he's an elf! is also rogue...

bringing baxter's issues/trauma into this DnD au as well <3

you find it very weird that a elf is on his own, but ignore it ofc and befriend baxter anyway

after much warming of baxter's cold heart, i imagine he settles in some civilian town or nearby and opens a bar!!

and every night its full with laughter and good music, and occasionally he'll come out from behind the bar

(honestly, he's mostly just cleaning the glasses and looking pretty <3)

and he'll pull you or one of your friends into a dance

omg imagine its not just a bar, its also a bed & breakfast

of course he's decent enough at cooking, so every morning he lays out a nice breakfast for his customers

derek:

knew this was derek insantly!!! he's half-orc

orcs dont have horns, do they.... well they do now

(realizing he's more Oni than anything in my head...)

anyway i need you to imagine arataki itto and if u don't know who that is Please find the beefiest fanart of him n thats derek LOL

derek grinning with his fangs and he's like 7 feet tall and buff, covered in scars.... yessir <33

i imagine he's a wanderer, but before that he was a cleric.

derek always helps people, he's very reliable but i imagine he's tired and somehow ends up working for baxter!

he's chef during the day and security at night!!!

no fighting in baxter's bar/diner unless you want a ass-ful of derek's boot <3

i also imagine when he's not running the place with baxter, he's helping the towns folk

the kids love him

they make flower crowns and run to the bar/diner to give them to derek <3333

ofc there's that one shy kid who offers one to baxter! bc they think he's really cool!!!

cove:

like you said he's a merman!!!

mmm, but i also imagine he can shapeshift into a "human"

(this is some ariel shit isnt it LMAO)

(also im imagining mer!cliff x human!kyra. mmm, i wonder if she'd be a bard? or maybe a healer, cleric maybe? why do i wanna write a whole fic on this now....)

although i imagine he needs to stay hydrated to stay on land like that. so please remind him to drink water when you're out n about otherwise he'll turn back into a fish in the middle of the market LOL

(you've learned this the hard way

!!! imagine if there's some way for you to come into the sea as well, be it a air bubble or potion of some sort and you have lil underwater adventures/dates n cove shows you all kinds of cool things <3333

he brings you lots of pretty things

if you like jewelry, he has his dad help him string up some pearls into a necklace or bracelet. or even better an anklet

+ if you're dating/crushing on each other

he'll do his little mermaid mating and courting rituals

like bringing you food

(will show up on your doorstep in the middle of the night w a big fish he caught or some breakfast derek smuggled him (cove doesn't keep many coins since mer-currency is more like sand-dollars or smth like coins made out of ore only found in the sea. the ore is good for nothing else than to be coins LOL))

OH MY GOD HE CAN CHIRP N SHIT

will chirp n shrill and do other cute mer sounds that you don't really know what they mean sometimes

COVE: *watching you dreamily* MC: *flustered from the staring* what?... COVE: *flirtatious chirp*

[throneofblood-if]

What types of demons exist? What class are MC's brothers and their father?

This one will be tricky to answer, but essentially there are high-rank and low-rank demons based on their types.

Rygel is your usual elemental, I suppose. He has mastery over most of the elements, most specifically lightning and darkness. He's just a pure demon.

Agrithar is obviously an illusionist who can also do elemental magic for spontaneous combat. He's a mix of jinn and a demon.

Now, the father's magic has never been mentioned, but the non-spoiler version would be summoning. As for race, it's not that vital to the story but he's a cross of a demon and a baphomet.

The MC mostly retains human features, nothing too distinguishing aside from their naturally long claws and of course, a pair of horns!

High-rank demons generally have the most latent magical power. In no specific order:

Pure demon

Jinn

Shapeshifter

Cubi

Imps

Low rank:

Smaller imps

And others that might or might not play a part. Won't elaborate too much haha.

Also affiliated with the demons:

Orcs

[dreadreflection-if]

What races can we play as?

So, for race there is going to be some restriction on what the PC can be. The MC always has to be half human (since their mother is a human woman from one of the noble families of Mordent), but there are six options for the race of your other parent. No matter which race you pick, the MC begins the story ostracized by others due to Reasons.

The option that you choose impacts the beginning stat bonus you get and gives you additional customization options for your character’s appearance, as well as different flavor text during the story.

The races are:

Half-orc:

+2 to Strength, +1 to Constitution

Tusk options (size and direction)

Shades of blue and green for skin and hair colors

Half-elf:

+2 to Dexterity, +1 to Intelligence

Ear options (round, slightly pointed, fully pointed)

Ashen shades for skin and hair colors

Human:

+2 to Constitution, +1 to Charisma

A strange mark somewhere on your body, believed to be bad luck (can choose where it is and what it looks like)

No extra shades, but you can choose to be the spitting image of your mom. Maybe someone out there will recognize you.👀

Half-dragonborn:

+2 to Intelligence, +1 to Wisdom

Scale options (multitude and placement)

Gem shades for eye and hair colors

Half-aasimar:

+2 to Wisdom, +1 to Strength

Halo appearance

Metallic shades for eye and hair colors

Half-tiefling:

+2 to Charisma, +1 to Dexterity

Horn appearance

Shades of red and purple for skin and eye colors

[nightingale-bloom]

so every character in the book brielle's supposed to be in is becoming brainrot to me. ranting below cut, i have a feeling this'll be long.

edit after actually writing all that below the cut: holy shit

dk what i'm supposed to do with the half-elf since i'm not sure i even want elves in this particular world anymore. i could make him half-demon instead? could make elves a more foresty, human-like subsect of the demons. his name rn is carrion, could make him a bit like a vulture or crow when he comes to term with his heritage? like his dad kinda just dumped his mom when he found out she was pregnant, so maybe he'd just think all demons were like that to humans because his dad's his only frame of reference.

anyway, what i'm most exicted about is the fullblood demons in the story. and the magic systems. ethel's based on a bluejay, for the most part, and his magic stuff is pretty minor at this point. yes his wings are mossy, no he is not powerful yet.

his little sister (whose name i WILL be changing from marjory, i panicked when i named her in the first place) likely won't have anything going on yet, maybe a delicate chain of flowers draping her horns.

rialla is their stepmother, based on sharks (though not one conclusive species just yet) thinking of covering her in swamp hibiscus flowers. they can match the pink vibe she's had since original iteration of the story pretty well.

and my mc brielle uses the other magic system, the one that uses blood instead of plants. so anyway, guess who gets burned and finds herself in (what will probably be) jungle fantasy hell within the first few chapters.

anyway here are the magic systems:

cor: relies on magic from the planet's core, which flows between witches (seperate race in-universe) and the aforementioned core. their blood is essential for spells in this magic system, as it contains high levels of cor. cor means heart in latin (according to google translate) and blights (magic scars) tend to manifest over the heart. the theming was initially an accident, but i intend to go super hard on it. the old version of this witch type got animal features as they used their power more and more, and i'll see what i can do to fit it in with the new system. no promises it'll work, though.

vin: the plant magic of demons. their bodies are conduits for this magic. they eat a plant, and the plant's mundane properties manifest in a magical ability the demon will be able to use for an amount of time depending on how much they ate. they've evolved specifically to be able to eat all this shit (i am not prepared to hassle myself with researching poisonous plants,) and they become more connected to nature the more they use this magic. they also grow plants all over them, as you may have picked up on from the character stuff earlier.

bitches i ain't got any idea what to do with:

luna and helis (the orc sun and moon twins thing could get recycled for a later date. luna's second time through the shredder will be interesting. i drew her with her previous iteration (a fucking talking dog?? with a shark tail????) a while back.)

quetzal (dragonborne, which may not end up existing the way they did originally. that is one more family member that ethel simply does not have anymore, jeez.)

[kurtfiction]

at the end of everything is an urban fantasy story about loss, grief and everything that comes after. you play as yourself, returning back to your small home town of possum’s creek, indiana five years after the incident which made you leave.

as your reconnect with your family, your old friends and yourself, you realize that there’s something more to the creek than meets the eye.

a.k.a., the story that’s been done a million times with an urban fantasy twist.

GENRE(S): supernatural, horror, urban fantasy

INSPO: night in the woods and stranger things

THE DUNGEON MASTER - harley is the guy who introduced you to d&d when you were younger. two years older than the rest of you, he’d take on the role of the dungeon master, staying up all night just to write fun campaigns for you lot. he’s a care free, laid back, goes with the flow kind of guy, with enough creative juices to fill an ocean. he hasn’t changed a bit since you left.

harley is 5’10” ft tall and has pale, pinkish skin covered in a myriad of freckles. he has brown, wavy shoulder length hair, which cups his face and shoulders, the bangs falling just above his eyebrows. his eyebrows are thick and expressive. his eyes are dark brown, almost black, and they’re super easy to get lost in. he can always be seen wearing yellow tinted aviators and a loose fitting tanktop. he has a black handkerchief in his left pocket.

harley uses he/him pronouns and is homoromantic demisexual, and can be romanced by male players. can be in a poly w/ the barbarian, for male mcs. also, before you ask, harley is 100% inspired by eddie munson.

THE BARBARIAN - bastion used to be your best friend, closer to you than the rest of the party. he would play the role of the barbarian, surprising as he always used to be quiet and unassuming, unnatural for an orc. out of everyone, he’s changed the most, becoming a cop and also finding his confidence somewhere when you were gone. now, he seemingly hates you and always look at you with disdain.

bas is 6’5” ft tall and has brown skin, with a light dusting of freckles on his nose. his hair is dark brown and styled into locs, cascading down to his midriff. he has thick eyebrows with a split in the left one. his eyes are light green and they always have a mean look in them. like all orcs, he has sharp ears and two tusks jutting from his bottom row of teeth. he rarely can be found outside of his police uniform, and when he is he opts to wear a green camo jacket and pants.

bas uses he/him pronouns and is panromantic pansexual, and can be romanced by a player of any gender. can be in a poly w/ the dungeon master, for male mcs.

THE BARD - seraphim was always the group’s loud mouth. they played as the bard, the role suiting them perfectly. whenever they weren’t bothering or playing with you lot, they could be found strumming their guitar. they’re loud and proud, with an obsession with metal music and 80s culture. they were, quote and quote, born in the wrong era. they haven’t changed much, working at a diner by day and shredding their guitar in their band at night.

sera is a 6’1” tiefling with light gray skin, with ram horns protruding from their head, curling around their sharp ears. their horns and ears ombre into black at the ends. their hair is blood red and feathery, usually slicked back. their eyebrows are thin and round. their eyes are chocolate brown surrounded by thick red eyelashes. they usually wear leather jackets on top of tank tops. they have scars on their chest from top surgery.

sera uses they/them pronouns and is afab. they’re panromantic pansexual and can be romanced by a player of any gender.

THE PALADIN - you were never close to rue, the lycan who played as the paladin. she was harley’s friend, and only played because harley asked. she was always quiet and stoic, never really engaging with any of you. from what you can see, she’s not changed much, except she’s more outspoken.

rue is 5’7” and a lycan, with olive skin. she has fluffy blonde hair which falls around her shoulders, styled in a wolf cut. her eyebrows are thin and plucked, but aren’t that expressive. her eyes are light blue. she has various tattoos on her forearms and chest. she usually wears layers, not really comfortable showing her skin.

rue uses she/her pronouns and is bisexual biromantic, and can be romanced by male or female players.

THE FIGHTER - kirk was always like a puppy in a giant, minotaur body. besides bas, they were one of your best friends. they played as the fighter, which suited them well. they were always happy-go-lucky, optimistic and always brightened whatever room they walked into. they haven’t changed much, besides becoming 100% more charming.

kirk is a 6’8” minotaur, a person with a bull’s head and tail. their fur is light brown and extremely fluffy, with darker brown speckles on their muzzle and ears. their nose is strawberry pink with brown spots. their tail is the same color as their fur, ending with dark brown fluff. their body is built and extremely muscled, their skin being beige and covered in freckles. they’re usually wearing button up shirts and sweaters, which is the easiest thing for them to put on, thanks to their horns.

kirk uses he/they pronouns and is not a relationship option. 

THE ROGUE - isobel has never liked you. the only reason she stuck around to play d&d was because of her fat crush on bastion, one which hasn’t gone away, even all these years later. she played as the rogue, which in your eyes suited her perfectly. to everyone else she was as sweet as could be, though to you she was the complete opposite.

isobel is a 5’3” human with freckled, tawny skin. she has curly, hip-length hair which is dish-water blonde. she usually has it pulled back into a low ponytail, with little wisps cupping her face. her eyebrows are thin and expressive. her eyes are dark green, with gold flecks in them. she’s all about fitness, so of course she’s somewhat muscled. she can usually be found wearing crop tops and sweat pants.

isobel uses she/her pronouns and is not a relationship option.

➶ your family, whose still dealing with the grief and trying to rebuild themselves.

➶ the town’s mayor, whose sharp tonuged and dressesd, whose hiding a secret.

➶ the pastor, who may or may not be a vessel for something bigger than themselves.

➶ and lots, lots more <3

➶ choose your species (human, elf, orc, tiefling and more)

➶ cuztomize your appearance (hair color, eye color, markings and more)

➶ choose your d&d class (ranger, druid or warlock)

➶ repair your relationship with your family (or tear it apart)

➶ experience strange dreams

➶ explore another world, which mirrors your own

DEMO (work in progress)

FORUM

at the end of everything is an 18+ game, due to gore, horror, and explicit content later on. for now, it’ll use choicescript but i want to move it onto twine once i learn how to use it ^^

all characters are 18+ unless stated otherwise, so feel free to send any asks, sfw or nsfw!

[atlasira]

tyril has such long nice hair and it’s just Down. that’s it. there no style to it or anything. my mc wears her hair in a braid so i’m just picturing during the ride on the ship and in camp that she just Stares bc there’s so much you could do with hair like that and he just! doesnt!! he could have a braid, a half up ponytail, an actual ponytail, literally anything at all than just wearing it Down.

she also has no sense of personal space so she just keeps asking if she could please do his hair just one time pleeeaaaseeee and he also doesn’t care for that shit At All and always tells her no until they eventually get closer and closer on the journey to find the shards and he eventually caves and lets her do it and from then on it just becomes a regular thing

[myautumnrose]

When it comes to paper and pencil, I can sketch just fine but when it comes to my tablet I can only do completed art. I want to practice sketching on my tablet and adding colors.

1. Is a sketch of a fan-child I made for Mal and Roseta. I made her look more orc but have some dysmorphism with the tusks and horns. I tried to draw her with a weapon but it didn’t look right so I just quit….

2. Is just a simple sketch with Erica(HSS MC) and Yarrow(TH:M MC)Remember: Yarrow never told his family what he ACTUALLY does…

I hope you like it…

[rotten-games]

Do the orcs and dwarves of Aebrex have any features that are non-standard like the wood elves having animal features and the sea elves just in general? And on another note I love Wolfe & Azden so much and I feel so bad for them they tried so hard to give Arke & the Queenslayer a good home but everything went to shit, from just 1 chapter I’m so attached to them and worried (And I hope everyone in Blackhearth chokes except those 2)

Yes. Orcs have horns. These could be what you think of when the topic of horns comes up. They're smaller than that of infernals, however. There are always outliers. Obviously they have the tusks because orcs without tusks are cowardice >:(

Dwarves tend to have patches of skin that glow in the dark—usually on the palms of their hands, their knuckles, and their face. Some look like discoloured patches, others could be mistaken for tattoos, at least in the light. Their eyes also tend to glow in low light.

Wolfe and Azden tried their best. Evidently their best made MC and Arke so uh. Uhhhhhh.

[huntress1024]

Crashing the Masquerade: (Tyril x MC)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2k

Summary: This is my first ever fanfic, and it’s just how I imagined the Blades gang getting ready for the masquerade! I love the dynamic of their group!! 😊 lemme know if you want to be tagged!

Taglist: @queerbrujas​

Nia chatters excitedly as Adrina braids her hair, “Just imagine! The music, the lights, the magic!” She bounces up and down at the vanity and Adrina almost pokes her with a pearl hair pin as a result.

Imtura, already in her elegant forest green and gold ensemble, scowls from the window seat. “You do realize we’re on a mission tonight, right Nia? We can’t exactly dance the night away while simultaneously waiting for a murderer to strike.”

I expect Nia to blush in her typical fashion, but I am absolutely surprised when she turns in her seat to grin at Imtura. “You look too lovely to be so cross tonight, Immy. Has it crossed your mind that we can do both?”

Our orc companion gapes, before quickly recovering and muttering under her breath, “I am going to kill Mal.” She aggressively tugs at the dress’s waistline for the third time in five minutes.

I laugh and motion for her to stand and turn around. “You have to admit, it’s a cute nickname. And Mal says it with love.” My long, nimble fingers make quick work of the gold lacings at her lower back, loosening them ever so slightly. “Better?”

She breathes a huge sigh of relief. “Much.” With a wicked glint in her eyes, she gives me a pat on the back that leaves me winded from her orc strength. “Thanks, Zammy.”

Nia clamps a hand over her mouth, but a giggle escapes anyway. I roll my eyes at the joke. “That will never catch on.”

“I don’t know, I think it’s rather catchy.” Mal waltzes in the room unannounced, Threep perched comfortably on his shoulder. 

He wears a dusty charcoal jacket with coattails, gold plating running along the shoulders, arms, and belt area. A marble mask covers half of his face, adorned with a gold wing. The look is distinctly Mal, bold and daring, but refined and noble as well. He winks at me, catching my eye. “Well? Do I pass for a snooty noble?”

I laugh, nodding appreciatively at his look. “I don’t think snooty is in your genes, but yes, you look great. Threep, did you help him with this?”

The nesper, smug as ever, flaps his wings in a haughty manner as he gives Mal a once-over. “Indeed. Perhaps you will learn to respect my wisdom, Valori.”

Mal scoffs, dropping Threep in Imtura’s arms. “That’ll be the day. Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m gonna go check on elf boy.”

Usually I would laugh at the joke, but instead my heart clenches, thinking of the current state Tyril must be in. “Has anyone been able to talk to him yet?” Mal, Nia, Imtura, and Threep sadly shake their heads, and I sigh in disappointment. On our party’s trek back from the catacombs, I had tried to come up with something to say, but what could possibly have been said to erase the agony he was feeling? I opted for silence instead, staying by his side the whole time. He had brushed his fingers against mine before he headed to his quarters to prepare for the masquerade, and I have not seen or heard from him since.

Mal gives me a dry smile, trying to cheer me up. “I’ll just tease him about whatever the hell he’s wearing. His pompous, stick-in-the-mud attitude that we all know, and love will come back, trust me.” He snatches an apple from the bowl on the vanity before leaving the room. I turn away from Threep’s praise of Imtura’s dress and her mumbled retorts to join Nia and Adrina at the vanity as the Lady of House Starfury recounts stories from previous masquerades. “Last year, the gorgeous Lord of House Moonfall asked me to dance. Three times.”

Nia gasps, delighted. “Really? What was he like?”

Adrina chuckles, smiling at the faraway memory. “Oh, we hardly talked. I was so nervous to be in his presence that I couldn’t seem to get two words out. And he was such an excellent dancer, I did not want to say anything that would ruin the moment. I would have danced with him all night if I could, but Tyril scolded me, telling me it was ‘improper’ to not switch partners after an extended period of time.”

“Well, hopefully he’ll be singing a different tune after tonight,” I say, smirking. “I don’t intend to let go of him.”

Adrina tips her head back, cackling. “Oh, that will be a sight to see. Tyril is horribly proper when it comes to public appearances, but if anyone can help him loosen up, it’s you Zamira.” She places the final pin in Nia’s fiery braid, then offers her a hand to help her rise from the chair. Nia squeals at the sight of herself, twirling and letting the voluminous skirt fly around her. “I look like a princessss!!” She exclaims, dancing a little jig that has Adrina and me laughing.

“You look stunning, Nia.” The dress features various shades of blue, from sheer mint long sleeves to a cerulean corset, and indigo and navy skirts that give a starry twinkle when she moves. Embroidered flowers and vines grow along the dress, and her blue and gold mask compliments her lovely golden-brown skin. “Lords won’t be able to take their eyes off of you!”

She blushes delicately, giving me a bashful smile. “I do not know about that, but I’m flattered all the same.” Her meek mood dissipates as she shoots me a mischievous grin that is surprisingly more Mal Valori than Nia Ellarious. Perhaps he is finally corrupting her, I muse before Nia interrupts my thoughts. “Besides, you and I both know there is one lord who will be positively indisposed tonight when he sees a certain lady.”

Now I’m the one who is blushing, but I refuse to let a bloody priestess know she got the better of me. I feel my face trying to suppress the pleased beam that threatens to take over, but it’s no use as I reply, “Hmm. I don’t know who you’re referring to, but I’ll take the compliment nonetheless.”

“No one will be ogling you tonight if you go in that horrid potato sack of a dress,” Threep says matter-of-factly, sniffing the intimidating golden horns from the shoulders of Imtura’s dress. “Just out of curiosity, are these tipped with poison? It would make for an excellent weapon against Kaya tonight.”

Imtura gapes, outraged. “That was an option? Why didn’t anyone tell me?!”

“Can we come back to the ‘potato sack’ comment?” I snap, glaring at Threep. “Tell me, Oh Wise One, whatever shall I wear to satisfy you?”

Completely oblivious to the sarcasm, he straightens his posture in Imtura’s arms, studies me with that wide and unblinking stare of his, and definitively replies, “Butterflies.”

Okay, I was not expecting that. “Um, is that supposed to be a color?” I ask lamely.

“No, you simpleton. Butterflies signify transformation, renewal, light. For you, Zamira, I find it a very fitting concept.” Adrina immediately leaves the room, shooting me an excited smile over her shoulder while doing so.

“It’s true!” Nia chimes in encouragingly, taking my rough hands into her soft ones. “You’ve come such a long way from the girl I met in Riverbend who just wanted to escape and go on an adventure.”

I blush at her words and give her a playful push. “You’ve come a long way too, Priestess. I wouldn’t even know how to use my Light if it weren’t for you. Scholar Vash would be proud.” Her eyes brim with tears at my words, and I give her a hug, brief but strong. A light breeze brushes my skin, and I turn to see Adrina proudly holding a dress to me, and my heart stops at the sight. “Oh, Adrina…you shouldn’t have.”

She shakes her head, pushing the dress towards me. “Nonsense. You have done so much for my brother in these past few months, and I cannot properly express my gratitude for it, but this will have to do for now.”

If not for the excitement already bubbling inside of me, the hopeful spark in her eyes would have done me in.  I gently take the dress from her hands, nodding in thanks, and duck behind the changing screen. The dress is easy to put on, and I am pleasantly surprised by how light and airy it feels against my skin. I step out shyly from behind the screen, and Nia, Adrina, Imtura, even Threep gasp at the sight of me.

The dress is composed of a faint sky-blue tulle fabric, the color strongest at the bodice and slowly fading to a white with subtle traces of lavender and pink when the light catches it so. It is sleeveless, but on each shoulder a flower in the very same shade as the lavender accents pin tulle identical to the color of the dress so that it flows behind me like a cape. True to Threep’s word, lavender and cerulean butterflies grace the waistline and front of the dress. I feel ethereal in this dress with the colors of a dawn sky, a delightful contrast to my dark skin, and I grin at Adrina, hoping it is enough to convey how much I love it. It works, for she smiles back and makes quick work of my white hair to pin it into a regal low bun, and adds the finishing touch to the ensemble: a lace silver mask inset with crystals that spans across my face and ends just at my nose.

Imtura breaks the silence first, lips curling in mischief. “I’m no fashion expert, but ladies…I’d say we’re ready to piss off some pretentious elves!” She lets out a cheer, passing Threep to Adrina before charging from the room, not even checking to see if Nia and I follow before she leaps onto the crumbling banister and speeds downward to the once grand foyer. I give Nia a shrug before linking my arm with hers, ad we say a quick farewell to Adrina and Threep before descending the staircase to join Imtura and, not originally noticing him from his veiled position in the shadows until we hear the unmistakable scolding voice belonging to no other, Tyril.

“While I am aware of your opinion towards my kind, I implore you to behave in a manner tonight that will not add to their suspicion of us. We will need as few eyes on us as possible if we are going to succeed in obtaining the Scepter.”

“You mean fewer eyes than the ones openly judging you for showing your face around here and bringing the riff raff into Undermount’s pearly gates? Gee, Tyril, you always ask so little of us, somewhat of a challenge would be appreciated,” Imtura snaps, words dripping in sarcasm from her fangs.

Tyril sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose before continuing, “Please. Just try. After tonight, you can drop kick as many of my people as you would like, but tonight, do try to be civil.”

“I think you mean our people,” I say teasingly, trying to lighten the mood once Nia and I have reached the bottom step. Tyril, completely unaware of our descent during his tense exchange with Imtura, snaps to attention and turns to greet us, lips pressed in a tense line before they part in a mesmerized “Oh” at the sight of me. Normally I would glow with pride under his stare, but I’m too busy trying to keep my own mouth from dropping in kind as I take in his appearance.

The outfit bears similarities in style to his everyday armor on our journey, but the colors are pure Starfury. He poses a striking figure in the royal blue and silver armor that extends from his chest to his abdomen, a magnificent steel belt with a royal blue gemstone in the center to accent it all. His shoulders and forearms are adorned in imposing armor the color of an angry sea, and a stormy grey cape clasped by a brooch across his chest. His mask is pure silver encrusted with sapphires and crystals, only accentuating his piercing blue eyes even more. Lord Starfury indeed. It wasn’t hard to imagine him hosting parties and being a prominent political figure in the Undermount hierarchy, not in this outfit where he was the embodiment of a lightning storm.

In a surprise reversal of roles, I am the one at a loss for words, and he is reveling in the idea. My blood rushes through my body as he bows before me, taking my hand and kissing it with such reverence and admiration before meeting my eyes and pulling his lips away, murmuring “My lady” against my skin in a manner that has me blushing furiously. I move to stand beside him, intertwining my fingers with his, grateful for his presence and leadership, despite everything he must be feeling after the catacombs. I squeeze his hand, hoping to express that and more to him, and when he squeezes back, I know he understands.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” Mal calls as he saunters down the staircase, smirking at the sight of us all waiting for him.

“I wouldn’t have pegged you for the dramatic entrance type,” Imtura crows, sticking a foot out in an attempt to trip him as he steps down from the last one, which he deftly hops over.

“What can I say? I’m an insufferable ass.” He offers his left arm for Nia, and his right one for Imtura. “Hope you ladies can tolerate me as escort for tonight.”

Nia curls her fingers around his arm, giggling. “Of course, Mal the Magnificent.”

The rogue turns to me and Tyril with a triumphant glint in his eyes. “See? It was only a matter of time before it caught on!”

In typical Tyril fashion, my elven escort gives an annoyed humph. “I’d sooner be corrupted by the Shadow Court than call you that.”

“Ah. I see even a party can’t loosen up Tyril the Tyrant.”

Even hidden by the mask, I can see Tyril’s sculpted eyebrows rising in horror as he splutters, “Wha—How dare yo—”

Nia, ever the peacekeeper, gracefully interjects “Oh, look, there’s the carriage!” And with that, our party of five sets off into the night, ready to crash a ball.

[toyhenoctus]

So anyway, I know we saw pics of how the female orc MC can look from those early teasers last year but this is the one time I wish PB just went all the way with the ugliness. Orc MC looks like she’s never bested a man at arm-wrestling and washes her hair with L’Oreal

Orcs look like feet so I headcanon my BOLAS orc MC as a scaly-looking, frog-faced foot whose name is probably “the sound you make when you belch”, smells like rotting meat and eats long-haired, fuzzy-chested men like Mal for breakfast. Fuck your femininity

Props to PB for giving their female orcs horns tho

[yeehawgame4ever]

anyway orc mc's horns must make it hard to sleep on their sides so hurl sleeps face fuckin down like hes tryin to suffocate

[ultra-chocolatelover-universe]

About my Blades’s MCs 

Isolde a purple elf. 

full name and why I chose it - Isolde Marie MoonBlossom (I choose the last name MoonBlossom since many elves seem to have nature or sky related last names. I wasn’t going to give her a last name since her parents died, but then I decided to.) 

Appearance: Purple elf with large pointed ears. She has green eyes and long straight black hair that goes down to her waist. 

 pronouns - she/her (Female) 

 alignment - Good against the Shadow Court 

 zodiac sign - I don’t know anything about zodiacs 

MBTI - ENTJ-A (Tyril would most likely be an INTJ or an ISTJ) 

 favourite movie/tv show - She enjoys tales of adventure and comedy. 

 weapon of choice - Fists 

 love interest(s), if they have one - Tyril Starfury (I wanted my elf Mc to be with Tyril since they’ll both have very long lives) 

 sexuality - Straight she shares kilvali (emotional capability) and dinvali with Tyril. 

 favourite holiday - She enjoys holidays that involve eating lots of nice food and listening to stories. 

 ideal day - Waking up surrounded by her loved ones and going on a hike down to a lake in the woods. 

 how is their dream house - she wants to settle down and have a nice place to call home, but she also wants to keep adventuring. She’d like to live in a big house instead of in a small inn like she used to in Riverbend. Being an orphan hasn’t allowed her to have many material possessions. If she ever truly got the chance to have a big house she’d fill it with all her treasures from her many adventures. Her house would be close to the woods and right by a sandy beach since she loves being outdoors. 

Plan for the future - Getting her brother back. Isolde is very family oriented since Kade is the only person she ever had in her life. After getting Kade back she’d like to buy a nice house for the two of them to live it. 

Traits I gave her in the sims 4 - Goofball, Family Oriented, Loves Outdoors. Her aspiration in the sims 4 is being a collector. Isolde is a very silly person who enjoys having a good a time and being one with nature. 

 favourite mythological figure - Does she count as one? She is an elf after all. Kade rolls his eyes whenever she answers this way. 

 comfort food, if they have one - Apple pie not eel pie 

 description of their favourite outfit - Isolde’s favorite outfit is the pirate outfit. She finds its easier to move in then wearing a dress. 

 faceclaim - haven’t found one yet 

Hilda the red haired orc. 

full name and why I chose it - Hilda Clermont. I wanted to give Hilda a Scandinavian/Viking sounding name like the other orcs. Her last name I choose because it sounded fancy. 

Appearance: Brown orc with freckles and golden eyes. She has two large horns on the top of her head and small pointed ears. Like all orcs she also has two fangs. Her hair is red and she wears it in many braids. 

 pronouns - She/her (Female) 

 alignment - good against the Shadow Court 

 zodiac sign - idk 

MBTI - INFJ-T (She’s the opposite of Mal) (opposites attract?) 

 favourite movie/tv show - She enjoys romance and adventure. 

 weapon of choice - Bows 

 love interest(s), if they have one - Mal Volari 

 sexuality - Straight 

 favourite holiday - Orc holidays, she wants to learn more about her culture. 

 ideal day - Learning more about orc culture, spending time with the love of her life. 

 how is their dream house - A small comfy family home. She doesn’t want a house that is too big or too small. Growing up with just Kade she never had a lot of possessions and has learned to be content with what she has. 

Plans for the future - Hilda wants to get married and have kids someday. 

Traits I gave her in the sims 4 - Perfectionist, Romantic, Ambitious. Her aspiration is animal affection. I gave her that aspiration because she’s a beast master who loves animals. She puts a lot of pressure on herself to succeed in life. From getting her brother back, to being seen as worthy in the eyes of orcs, Hilda strives for perfection. Growing up as the only orc in Riverbend Hilda was always an outsider. Orcs are seen as scary and unattractive, and many humans are prejudice against her kind. (In one chapter a human is prejudice against your Mc if they are an orc) Queen Ventura Tal Kaelen hasn’t made being an orc any easier after her city of orcs have gone out a looted other cities. Due to this Hilda desperately wants other approval and wants to be accepted by others. She desires to learn all about orc customs and show that even though she was raised human she is still an orc. I picked the romantic trait for Hilda since she is very flirty with Mal and because, Hilda has dreamed of having a family of her own someday it might be to make up for the one she was cheated out of when her family died. 

 favourite mythological figure - Vampires. She likes that they have fangs and pointed ears like she does. She also may or may not have chosen vampires, because Kade is scared of them. And as Kade’s sibling it is her job to tease him. 

 comfort food, if they have one - Fish. Orcs are big on seafood and she wants to honor her culture. 

 description of their favourite outfit - Hilda is very feminine and enjoys wearing dresses and flowers in her hair. 

 faceclaim - haven’t found one yet 

[vixieevox]

The Grand Rebranding

There were only twenty minutes before noon, and for the first time in months, I was afraid.

It wasn’t the kind of fear that you might feel if you were facing down a pack of geists while waist-deep in snow. For a warrior trade princess like me, that was just another weekday. It wasn’t the fear that some might feel when facing down someone much larger than them in a hand to hand duel, that was just life as a goblin. It wasn’t even the fear of being penniless since I had hit rock bottom before and dragged myself out of it by my thumbs and could do so again if need be.

I was afraid that my fiancee was going to be late for the biggest day of my life.

I know that sounds selfish, but you have to understand. The plan was months in the making and it’s the biggest gift a goblin could ever give to another.

If Pexi had read the note I left by the steak omelet I cooked for her before heading out, she’d have found a simple message that said “I need you in Bilgewater today at noon. Just go to Shatt and talk to the Draenei named Boorus, he’ll tell you what happens next.” The note shouldn’t have been missed since it was black bold letters on ugly gold paper. The directions should have been clear enough that even if Pexi got distracted, she wouldn’t forget it. I love my fiancee, but she’s not the smartest Troblin on Azeroth. Anyway, after she talked to Boorus, he would teleport her to Orgrimmar where one of my flight-boys would give her a chaperoned ride to Bilgewater isle, that I had rented for the morning and early afternoon for today’s announcement, that my parent company was a rebranding.

No longer would Vixiee Bootsguard be the owner of Bootsguard Productions, she’d be the co-owner of Fiercefuel Fabrications. Same business but named after my fiancee.

I pictured that she would see the brand new sign and marquee that I had secretly designed over the past few weeks and would turn all sorts of shades of red, rush the stage, tackle me, and kiss me until she realized we were making out on stage. We’d have a laugh, mingle, and slip away for some private dining on the Y.A.C.H.T. that I had built and hidden in the Bilgewater warehouses for the day.

But here I was, about to have to make the announcements with the real star of the show nowhere to be seen. If I had to be honest, I was about five seconds from crying. I wanted to cancel the event, tell everyone to take all the snacks and drinks as an apology, and just hide in a room and bawl my eyes out.

But I couldn’t.

See, I’m a trade princess and the world’s strongest woman. So publicly, I have to always be in control. I have to look the part of a proud leader who would never be phased by anything. I wanted to be just like my hero Gazlowe and be honorable and good to my people except for way stronger and more successful. How could I do that if everyone saw me snotting all over the blue sequined dress that I had ordered custom woven from a Silvermoon tailor? It’d be the biggest scandal as one of the new trade princesses on the scene broke down. Even with the recent cooperation deal, I struck with Steamwheedle, I can just see that affecting business deals until the next big scandal drew eyes away from me.

So I had to go through with the rebranding…no matter what.

I shook off the feelings that made my heart hurt and sashayed my way up to the podium in front of the tarp-covered marquee. Every step was graceful, with my thighs slipping out from the slit just enough to draw eyes from the fellas and ladies that fancied amazons like me. My lips were curled in a winning smile and my purple eyes shined reflecting the carefully positioned stage lights and fireworks that heralded my appearance. The band I hired to play Kezan show tunes blared their horns and banged their drums, matching my pace and the sway of my hips.

I’ll admit it was vain as all hell, but when you look as good as me, you can show off at least a little.

Flikk, the MC I hired for the event smiled and shook my hand before the younger goblin turned towards the crowd.

“Yeah, you’re right boss! Enough ‘bout the sandwiches! Let’s give a round of applause to Trade Princess Bootsguard!” Flikk said before leaving me alone on the stage.

I winked at Flikk then grabbed the edges of the podium for support as I scanned the crowd to see if I somehow missed my blue-haired love. I winked at guests as I met their eyes and tapped my skull-shaped hairpin when I saw one of my fans showing off her limited edition recreation. I even feigned a blush when the orc in the back blew me a kiss.

But no sign of Pexi.

I don’t know how I kept the smile on my face, but the show must go on.

“Ok ok fellas,” I said, “I’m happy you are all here but let’s get this show on the road.”

I paused and waited for the whoopin’ and hollering to die down.

Someone in the back coughed and I think someone had gotten drunk on volcano punch and set something on fire when I heard a scream and the distant smell of burnt hair. Someone shouted about the Samoflange. It was good to be home again.

“Three years ago, I opened up my first solo operation,” I said, “Bootsguard productions were always about brand name adventurin’ goods so you could fight bad guys or delve in tombs in style. The devices I made were also a hit, includin’ the Bootsguard Body Blocker Electro Shield. Nevah thought I’d be a trade princess, but careful savings, smart investin’, and bein’ a badass princess like me makes it easy, especially with the help of every one of ya.”

I meant it too. Unlike Gally-bag-of-dix or other losers like him, I cared about the people that worked for me. I didn’t know everyone by name, but I don’t think a single person at that event doubted that I would have jumped to their defense against anything and everyone. I was truly the denmom for this cartel and I loved it.

“But,” I said “there comes a time when a rebrandin’ is in order. And that’s what we’re here for today to announce that—”

I heard a whipping sound and a sheer whistling sound. My ears flicked as I tried to pinpoint the source. The crowd heard it as well, as most the goblins and others there turned and murmured to see what was going on.

The sound was closer then. The whipping sound was a gyrocopter blade chopping through the air and the whistling sound was a familiar voice shouting from the horizon.

“….waaaaAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIT!”

I have to admit, my heart leaped into my throat and I felt like I had to cry. This time, it wasn’t out of frustration or disappointment. It was from the voice of my Fiancee as she clung for dear life on the landing bar of the gyrocopter while the pilot was navigating the burning sparking thing towards the island. I had a ton of questions about what exactly happened to make the thing spark and sputter like that, but I didn’t care at the time. Pexi was there at the nick of time.

As the Gyrocopter reached the island, Pexi threw herself from the burning sparking machine as the pilot swung it around for an emergency landing on the P.I.L.L.O.W. that deployed whenever scanners detected a crashing ship nearing the island. So basically about seven times a day.

“YEEEEEET” shouted Pexi as she activated her rocket boots to try for a safe landing inside of the gathered group.

The guests screamed and shouted as they made way for the troblin expecting the larger woman to crash in on them and break an arm; hers or someone else's. But I stayed still since I designed her propulsion system myself and knew about the para-soles deployment system that would make a perfectly soft and safe landing.

“Hey, doll! Ya made it!” I said to Pexi.

Pexi landed with a soft pat on the earth, her face red and sweating.

“Heya babe,” Pexi said, “Sorry I’m late. The ship had to get repairs since a bear slapped it when we were flying too low and we had to take out the passenger seats so that it could fly again and…”

I raised my hand and shook my head to quiet her. I loved my fiancee, but if I didn’t stop her, she’d explain every minute of the journey and we were already behind schedule.

“Don’t worry about it”, I said as my guests returned to their places, “You’re just in time.”

“In time for what?” Pexi asked.

I smiled at her and sashayed to a rope that trailed down from the tarp that covered the marquee.

“Hey, stop droolin’ at my fiancee”, Pexi said. I heard her slap someone in the back of the head and giggled. I don’t know who she caught, but they had to know better. This princess belonged only to Pexi. Lookin’ was free, but so was head slaps if she caught them.

I ignored the slap and turned around.

“Well doll, I said I was gonna give you the ultimate wedding gift. So…I’ll has to think of something else since our weddin’ is delayed. So call this a ‘cause you mean the world to me’ gift instead.” I said.

I jerked the rope and the tarp rolled off the marquee.

The sign was a flashing neon thing powered by my own eco-friendly pneumatics pumps. It featured Pexi and my faces with an arm outstretched welcoming visitors to whatever building we hung it over. Our faces dangled over the left side of the words “Fiercefuel Fabrications”, with my mascot, the mouse Bullion sleeping inside of the o. The S had a pair of tiny troll tusks sticking out of it to represent half of my fiancee’s parentage, while a pair of bombs dangled beneath, representing that the co-owners were a pair of bombshells.

I waited for Pexi to take it all in, then looked at her with a cheeky smile.

“So doll, what do ya thi—”

Pexi cut me off by leaping over the podium and tackling me to the ground for a big smoochin’ session.

Maybe this plan didn’t go wrong after all.