Magic specifically illusion or if we are desperate enough excessive amount of glueGUYS
If you make him unable to wear Shirts or Pants, then HOW ON EARTH will we get him into a tux so he can take us DANCING!?
he can wear a bowtie.GUYS
If you make him unable to wear Shirts or Pants, then HOW ON EARTH will we get him into a tux so he can take us DANCING!?
No NO NO! The wear a Chippendale-wear-a-bowtie guy needs to be someone like this
Our mother probably kidnapped some elven prince for awhile back when we were a whelp, but then we forgot all about it.So, chances that one of the potential husbandos is going to be our childhood playmate?
The figure's reclining in mid-air, carelessly slouched across a near-horizontal bed of glittering golden sand that occasionally flickers with tongues of flame. Perhaps at first glance the ignorant could mistake it for an ordinary man, but even then not for long. He's perfectly formed in every way, flawless sun-dark skin stretched taut over planes of muscle so carefully toned they seem almost purposefully shaped rather than naturally earned. He might be about as tall as you were he deigning to set his bare feet on the same cold stone as you, his dark brown hair streaked with gold carelessly slicked back but for a few almost deliberately-chosen strands that hang forward, drawing the eye. His own half-lidded eyes are like pools of molten gold, literally glowing with power and unearthly light. And speaking of molten gold... he's covered in it. It's as if he put on every last piece of his finest jewellery and simply walked through a furnace, letting it melt and dribble down the planes and contours of his body and cool where it lay. Bonding it to his skin like rippling, gleaming tattoos of precious metal. Bands of it around his arms, his wrists, his calves, his ankles, half-liquid piercings at his ears and chest, his throat is practically solid gold. His fingers and toes, perhaps backed in decorative nail-guards once, are now lustrous gold claws that seem to dance with sparks of the fire he could so easily command to rise again. The only actual clothing he's wearing is a a pure white skirt that barely comes to the knee. It's a good thing he's lying perpendicular to you or you'd be seeing even more.
Darn, there goes my plan to break site rules and depict explicit buttfucking.
I didn't see that anywhere. The tittle gave me the impression that he saying he gay as a last resort to get away from some situation with a girl that won't accept he not interested in her.
I was expecting crazy highjinks like a dragon accidentally building a unwanted harem and our goal is the escape from said potential love interests.
She might think we're living in sin! Worse, she might approve! We need to hide this guy immediately.
You assume that any dancing Lord Elding wants to do with the Ifrit will require having clothes on.GUYS
If you make him unable to wear Shirts or Pants, then HOW ON EARTH will we get him into a tux so he can take us DANCING!?
So I'm drawing our lovely main character as he is right here, but I had to stop when I realized that I don't really know what he looks like.You push yourself up and forward, shifting as you go. You lose most of your mass but not your draconic glory, simply arching up to a bipedal yet digitigrade stance, wrapping your wings around your scaly shoulders like a cloak finer than any money could buy - maps were not made to be operated by scaly quadrupeds the size of a building.
So I've gone with a traditional Maleficent besides his horns which I made many pointed to give them a fulgurite feel but, uh, I realized that it's easier to just ask the author.KRA-KOOOMMM. Lightning strikes, the jagged bolt forking in two as it strikes the tips of your crystalline horns. Blue-white sparks popping off the surface like firecrackers as the molten charge thrums across your skull, splits into myriad subchannels that spread across your azure scales like a fine mesh. The thin membranes of your wings come alive in blazing geometric designs, trapping the lightning in a work of art that only you are privy to as the sharp, metallic scent of post-strike air floods your flared nostrils.
good lord camellia you absolute madwoman stop being so based you'll make me feel badSo I'm drawing our lovely main character as he is right here, but I had to stop when I realized that I don't really know what he looks like.
So I've gone with a traditional Maleficent besides his horns which I made many pointed to give them a fulgurite feel but, uh, I realized that it's easier to just ask the author.
So I've got him posed holding the lantern in one hand and the map in the other here. Anything I should change?
Clearly you must write faster to introduce more husbandos, otherwise Camellia will end up drawing minor bit characters or something to get her fix.good lord camellia you absolute madwoman stop being so based you'll make me feel bad
So now that we have this, clearly, we must think about the fact that Eldingar is rapidly journaling to himself as they behold this motherfucker.Eldingar's Boyfriend Bestiary
((art courtesy of @Camellia))
Name: Who the hell knows?
Species: Djinn (Ifrit)
Likes: Gold, apparently. So that's something we have in common.
Dislikes: Clothing, apparently.
Notes: Burst out of a lamp I might've gotten on sale a couple decades ago. May or may not be willing to grant wishes - will update with new information. Will need to do something about him before Mother arrives.
Not to jump on you man but, like, the set up was reaaaaally not subtle and we're edging into willful blindness and truly impressive misreading to manage what you're suggesting.
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extremely powerful draggo someone stop this bun before she memes again
To the update, please. And you don't need to worry, I probably won't draw again before we meet mom.extremely powerful draggo someone stop this bun before she memes again
Want me to add it to the update itself, to the post under the OP or both?