#real druid

[retaliationraven]

summer solstice and pretty summer flowers

[jaythenugget]

in some distant universe my dragon age lavellan and astarion are kissing on the lips

[ptitsa-poh]

I'm a different kind of Durge

[volatilemask]

hey girl are you making me lightheaded or is that the hypothermia slowly killing me

[the-angst-chronicles-fanworks]

The Wolf and The Witch

Part 1/?

Steve knows better than to enter the Witchwood. He’d been warned from the time he was a child, back before the wolf, that it was home to its namesake. And not just any witch, a dangerous one. One that had killed an entire hunting party, unprompted, with the flick of a finger. None who have entered those woods since have ever returned.

Steve knows better than to enter the Witchwood, but he doesn’t have a choice. Robin is slumped over his back, hands clenched tightly in his fur, clinging desperately to consciousness. He can feel her blood, warm and sticky, matting the fur of his back. His own gait is slowed, every step jolting the silver teeth digging into his right hind leg and sending sharp pain shooting through him. He’s not sure how much longer he can run, and he can hear them - the bloodthirsty cries of the townsfolk dead set on his murder.

They had been found out. So many cycles of living in this town, living among its residents as a friend and neighbour, and still they’ve all turned on him. Of all the times for it to happen, too. It was the moon he had agreed to make Robin a wolf. She had already been weakened from the wolf taking hold when they had been attacked, the silver already a weakness but her body not yet given over to the strength of the wolf.

Steve wishes he could take her to Nancy, knows Nancy would help despite everything, but the townspeople have blocked them off, funneled him in his blind panic. His only hope is to lose them is the wood, but even then he might lose Robin to his own fumbling medical knowledge.

But first, he has to get away from their pursuers. Steeling himself with a deep breath, Steve enters the Witchwood.

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Eddie is no stranger to people trying to do him harm. It’s been a constant in his life from the time he was a child, long before his gifts had awakened. And one that had- well. It’s been a constant of his life, sure as the cycle of the moon and sun. So he notices the prickle of someone entering the woods, but he gives it no regard. It happens a few times a year, that someone gets it into their heads that they will be the one to kill “The Witch of the Woods”. None ever even make it to him, losing themselves in the enchanted trees.

These trees are older than him, and their magic is their own. They like him and welcome him among them, but otherwise are hostile to outsiders. In the beginning, he had tried to help those who became lost in the woods, but those days have long since passed. Despite what his uncle says about his soft heart, Eddie’s become bitter and jaded and he no longer pays any mind to those who venture into the woods.

But this time, something is different. Eddie feels the disturbance of someone crossing into the forest, feels the shift of magic as the forest warps around them, and it’s… different. The ways and paths of the trees are second nature to him, he can tell by the shimmer of magic against his skin which paths have been revealed and which hidden away and this…

The forest is being lenient, gentle. The interlopers are shown the ways to peaceful places, soft and danger-free. Eddie can recall only a few times that the forest has been kind to intruders, and it has almost exclusively been to children.

So he’s more than curious already when he feels the buzz of more people crossing the boundary into the woods. A lot more. And Eddie realizes that this hunt is not for him.

The trees are not so kind this time, opening its twists and turns like a maze, a trap for anyone foolish enough not to turn back immediately. They don’t, of course. They never do. Eddie pays them no mind, drawn instead by curiosity to the two that are being pursued.

He steps between the trees, slipping into a space that’s folded away between reality, picking his way with ease through paths that are there and paths that are not until he emerges at the edge of a small clearing, moonlit and mossy. Theres a tiny spring-fed pond and there, limping toward it, is a wolf. It’s huge, the size of a small bear, with a strong frame and thick russet fur.

It notices him at the same time as he notices it, and it’s massive head swings to face him, teeth already bared in a snarl. It’s hackles raise, and it turns fully, squaring up, a threatening growl rumbling across the little clearing to him.

Eddie steps back, already gathering his power until it glows around him with dark energy, because this is no normal wolf. Even without the size and the silver trap clamped around its leg giving it away, he can see it in its eyes, feel in its presence that this is something more.

He recalls his childhood, the warning tales at his mother’s knee. He remebers later, freshly chased out of town and taken in by his uncle, watching as the old man leafed through his ancient book and warned Eddie that he wasn’t the only dangerous thing in the wilds. Eddie has no doubt that he’s come across one of those dangerous things now. He looks at the wolf and knows exactly what he’s seeing.

A werewolf.

[justaz]

god!merlin

druids can NOT speak in people’s minds. when they are before a high priestess, they can pray to her directly and she can hear them (hence the scene between morgana and mordred when he spoke in her mind).

merlin who constantly has this buzzing in the back of his head that he can never understand besides the occasional odd word which makes no sense. but when he’s closer to a druid or when their prayer is super strong, then he can make out what they’re saying.

merlin who brings up the fact that druids can speak into peoples minds to gaius who casually unfurls a scroll containing his ongoing list of reasons why merlin is/evidence of merlin being a god of the old religion.

[jaquitor]

These datamined druid forms have the STRONGEST fursona energy i have ever seen from wow and i love them

[imageingrunge]

mama <3

[gunpowdercarousel]

Kinda wish the game didn't worry so much about all the character's having "balanced" stats and just gave them stats that seem appropriate.

Give Wyll 12 strength. Who cares?

Have Halsin's lowest stat be a 13. Why not?

Let Jaheira start with 18 wisdom. Fuck it.

It's a mistake to think that having all decent/good stats is going to make a character broken. What use does a wizard have for strength? What use does a druid have for charisma? What use does a rogue have for wisdom?

Halsin has 8 intelligence because he "needs" a dump stat. Why? Would him having a decent intelligence score make him overpowered? Would him having decent strength make him overpowered? No. Literally Halsin could have a minimum of 12 in every stat and he'd be exactly as good as he is already, it would just make more sense character-wise.

[draculingus]

Keyleth of the Air Ashari 🍁

one of my absolute faves from cr

Character design by @galacticjonah and marisha ray

This one was a beast to make! I got a new brush pack and made it my mission to make something with it. I’m so incredibly proud of this!! I feel like I leveled up with my digital art lol

(Now to figure out how to do it again…)

Sketches under read more

[myst1xx]

most obscure headcanon. when doric sleeps she makes the same kind of snoring noises that cats make when they sleep. do u know what im talking about im not sure how to describe it

[retaliationraven]

my breath, my life.

When I take path into the forest, it becomes one

My heartbeat joins that of nature

We breathe together, me and the trees

I wouldn’t call us friends, not yet

But soon, I think we can become friends

[druidshollow]

phrases

[junorsky]

Continuing the challenge

Words: Grove, fate

The fate that befalls the tieflings in the Grove if you steal the Idol. Either the druids die, or refugees. In my case, druids won. They attacked me afterwards, it was really freaking sad. Only 5 of all the tieflings survived, and they were like, scared to death.

Never again. You can keep it, guys

PS: I wanted to color it, but my time... it had evaporated

[imaginary-wanderer]

I know Halsin was supposed to be an NPC, but they really made his romance storyline the hardest to achieve. All the other characters almost jump on you for being a basic person for a bunch of days, but Halsin? You have to work to get him and I read you can even lose him just by changing location at some advance point of the game.

For this second playthrough, I hesitated between romancing him again or going for Gale... but since Gale won't share (and Halsin is more than happy to lol), I went for the bear once again. Sorry Gale, but you have a very good Tiefling friend.

[marbobar]

Me? Touch up the same tavs design for the hundredth time? It’s more likely than you think