#feyro

[c--91]

[C] Hellhound Erita

Commission for Feyro! Erita gets the hellhound fit.

Posted using PostyBirb

#erita #hellhound #dryad #feyro #c91

[boociforme]

twinsies

Feyro and Rey are always a fun exploration of what's innate in a character and what's learned, seeing as they're clones but quite different from each other

#original #original character #dnd #oc #character design #dnd art #dnd character #fire genasi #feyro #rey #reyfo #sketch #doodle #my art

[myriana-artist]

A commission I did for Feyro on furaffinity.

#dronification #transformation #tf #hypnosis #drone #visor

[fighterka69]

Ciesz się swoim ludzkim sercem, Feyro. Żałuj tych, którzy nie czują już nic.

#dwór cierni i róż #rhysand #feyra

[linndrim]

Commission for Feyro~

TWITTER ◇ DEVIANT ART◇ FA

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonicart #sonicthehedgehog #sonic fanart #sonic_oc #sonic oc #panda #egypt #red panda

[metaoflocasol]

Muse Mixup Madness 2024 Prompt

What Once Went Wrong

Dead Child AU

Trigger Warning: Graphic Imagery, Death, and Gore

The pounding in his ears increased with every step through the harsh forest as he ran. Loud screeches are heard all throughout the trees as the sky is blotted out by the sin. Screaming for help, the boy ran as fast as he could to his town in hopes to find shelter. Fire rained from the sky and one of the monstrous birds swooped down to try and snatch the child. Barely jumping out of the way, fire singed his hair and clothing as the heat of the Devisoar evaporated the sweat from his skin.

“HELP! ANYBODY! HELP ME!”, the boy screamed at the top of his lungs as he began to run out of breath. No one came to his aid, and no one heard the screams of the child from their town.

His foot snagged on the root of a nearby tree, and he tumbled to the ground, his clothes ripping on the way down. Trying to scramble to his feet and the sin renewed their charge, he continuously stumbled over small roots and rocks as he desperately tried to reach the nearby lake. If he could get there, the birds, to afraid of water to dare approach, would leave him be long enough for him to recover.

One of the faster Devisoars managed to latched on to his chest and began pecking and clawing at his back, reveling in his screams of pain. The rest of the sin reached them and also joined in the carnage. Ripping and tearing, and eating away at the child.

The large amulet the child was wearing began glowing bright white, but one of the birds tore it off of him to reach for his neck. The amulet dimmed and was lost amongst the leaves of the forest floor. The child’s crying soon stopped, as well as his existence…

………

Months later:

The search parties have stopped their search. There was no sign of the lost boy in any of the surrounding forest. The only thing found is a pile of charred bones that barely have any form, impossible to identify, but those were soon washed away by the rain too.

Jason was still out there searching for any clue as to what happened to his model, his crush, his friend. He refused to stop until he found any trace of him. At last, he found a broken amulet that no longer showed space with the Church’s insignia on it. The search was over. He was dead, gone, forever.

Indus didn’t seem all too concerned. Barely grieving, he continuing his life, feeling freer from his burdens. He went on to lead the Church with the same cruelty and contempt that eventually lead to the region of Locasol fracturing in half.

Thomas was heartbroken. The Jangmo-o he was planning on giving to Meta for his birthday was sleeping in a small bed as he and a few of Meta’s close friends also wept.

A little Tynamo passes out from wounds gained by a predator it barely escaped from. She whimpers as the last bit electricity leaves her body before she fades.

A little Machop is sitting with his family, before a Pokéball strikes him from behind. Too young and weak to fight back, he is caught and is used in battles by a random trainer

An odd Gible is sleeping deep in a cave, uncaring of the world outside, and unknowing of his potential as a strong monster.

A Plasinder from a far away world is given to a boy named Feyro as he starts his own journey to be a Pokémon master. While one of the starters were supposed to be given away as a gift to one of the professor’s contacts, they recently sent him a message that there had been a change in plan, and a starter no longer was available to be picked out.

A Spiritomb continues to wander the woods, as if looking for something, or someone. It finds what it was looking for, a lost soul of a child. Gaining its trust, it guides it to the stump of a dead tree, which it is able to posses and become a Phantump. It didn’t remember it’s name, nor of who he was before death, but it and the Spiritomb together wandered the forest together until. Friends made past the bonds of time.

#locasol #pokemon irl #rotomblr #pkmn irl #irl pokemon #rotumblr #muse mixup madness #angst #first time writing edgy shit #I don’t like it

[minastrawberry]

yasmine - a library keeper. works under an old man she doesn’t care for. spends too much time at work for someone who isn’t friends with their coworkers.

zan - an educational assistant at his college, it was part of his practicum. he’s a teacher and a tutor as well for math and science. he enjoys it. it’s consistent enough for him.

romey - works odd jobs around the city randomly, he has a hard time working and keeping a job (mostly due to the fact that he doesn’t need to). he volunteers fairly chaotically.

nia - unemployed. relies on others to get her things. it works.

chiara - also unemployed. has never stepped foot into a retail shop looking for employment. doesn’t get things for free like nia.

bianca - works 3 jobs: dentist assistant, tattoo receptionist, massage parlour supervisor. obsessed with working and providing. is rarely home.

matisse - she’s a hair influencer and she’s just autistic enough to make it work for her, a wigstress of sorts. she is always home.

gia - a restaurant server. she makes crazy tips every Friday where she does shots with the customers. her manager tells her not to do this.

anastasia - he works with gia at the same restaurant and helps cover up her bad behaviour. he mostly helps out with his family’s fruit farm & orchard, as he will be taking over soon.

sterling - a youth football coach who also works at organizations providing exercise opportunities for kids. he still believes he can be professional though.

nice - works in the flower section at a grocery store during the day, looks for gigs as a dj by the evening. is part of the gay club scene.

feyros - an astrobiology student still studying to get their masters. will go for their phD probably. so busy. they are also part of an enviromental research team at a private research institution.

#icecreamsicle #sunset cast

[444names]

dragons + bulgarian rivers

Aitsa Alachashka Alagon Alaze Aldiernik Aleka Aliver Alkon Alourna Ancalamet Ancat Andstria Andzha Anens Antha Antra Anube Archa Archerne Astovo Astra Astraka Azlivetsa Azlivyasa Bahancala Bathrough Bathuroka Batnar Batnax Beanskarth Bearitsa Beate Beatevil Beatha Beathan Beldise Belevia Beluse Bigon Biscalijka Biscatevir Biser Bisto Blachamovo Blaedens Blago Blakiyama Blakiyska Blama Blamchir Blamo Blamoon Blastrumo Blath Blauroka Bryago Bryagosin Bryamovad Bryuna Bulyammie Bulyuu Bunar Bundzhan Buniatha Bunidhon Burna Burnar Burneme Buroka Burolnis Burolvagon Burovo Burumesta Burumote Byalduing Byather Cherne Chernemeet Dantha Delduin Deleka Delekar Delevira Denire Denska Denthand Deton Detong Deviam Devilska Devilski Devir Devishka Devitsa Devitska Diamchite Diyka Diykash Diyska Dospatonis Dospyredra Dospyrovo Drach Drache Drack Dracon Draconemen Dracor Dracorch Dracord Dracoro Dracorok Draegald Draentor Dragiana Dragova Draig Draka Drakathuro Draki Drakiyka Drakong Drakor Drane Dranska Dranthusa Dranube Drogo Drova Drovo Dryamut Dryund Dryunit Dryuu Dzham Dzhan Dzhden Dzhulgar Elbaha Elbahana Elessitsa Eleyreka Elijka Eliva Elivadie Elusoka Ermflama Ermflamens Ermflamo Ermflyunik Ernenise Fafni Fafnianar Falaura Farake Feyrbrith Feyro Finth Firanova Firnax Firosin Flaen Flamota Flamut Flarse Flathwin Flaze Floynits Flyagong Flyung Fraitsa Frakaramo Fraki Frameetsa Glack Glaenite Glagon Glaki Glamaug Glammie Glamote Glarack Glarbritsa Glash Glaze Glazlijka Glough Glourokon Goldra Golich Golnit Golvadie Golvagos Griamate Griffirnit Griong Grionitsa Gritsa Haegalduin Hamovagia Hydrack Hydragoche Hydragon Hydraigo Icefyrbit Ichashka Ichir Ineni Inenska Ingue Intong Intonirota Intry Iskarit Iskiyska Kajal Kajala Kajalashka Kalamaugh Kamat Kamcher Kamchern Kameentovo Kamothurni Kamut Karth Krion Krivyamat Krumotha Kruna Krung Lakaram Lakiykathe Lebni Lessibraco Levilskat Levir Levitsa Leynska Leyreka Licefyrok Lichka Lijka Lijkath Liver Liyalashni Liyama Liyska Madiancala Madie Madise Madiyska Mathulga Mathuragia Matlarake Matorchka Meanska Meathar Meatna Mechnirna Meenik Meens Meetsa Meldiatna Meleka Meshka Messitsa Meston Mestra Mestrekar Mestritsa Mnega Mneme Moonitevir Mover Nayskra Nidhon Nishka Nishkasa Nitsa Notevis Notha Nothwin Ogochir Ogone Ogoniscon Oldenik Oldia Oldie Orchiya Osamenska Osamo Ourachir Outhaedra Paarachirn Palauro Paliyska Panova Panska Polvad Popolnite Popopothe Proch Proka Prokord Prolivadis Prouth Pyagon Pyama Pyanoviser Pyash Pyatlagovo Pyren Redra Rekar Rekarsern Rekarth Renth Rezova Rezovagon Rezovetsa Rhaega Rhaegald Rhand Rharion Riffir Rilski Ritsach Rivad Rivagocha Rivetsa Rivetsach Roplaki Ropolameen Ropolnir Rosin Ruing Rumok Runishka Ruseara Rusenska Rusok Rusoka Rusokashka Rusourok Rusout Ryagoch Ryund Ryunitsa Sancath Santher Santranska Sanube Sazliveton Scalaston Scaliyski Scate Scath Scola Scone Sconegar Scong Sconitsa Scorchka Scorma Scormath Scormflout Seatlath Seatnar Seator Senska Shireka Shiret Shiroboro Shiyska Smateviama Smaugh Solake Solduinton Solijkat Soliyski Solvadiyka Spaarivet Spathan Spathusean Spyre Spyreka Spyren Sredeanska Sredeeton Srekar Sretorda Starack Storda Streka Stretorovo Stretsa Strivadie Stroverro Struing Strung Strungue Suhaega Suhaegarth Thaenia Therroka Thurumelba Thwingue Tianen Tiathroch Timoka Timoth Toplameton Toplatha Topold Topopoth Tsibracor Tsingue Tsinth Tunax Tungue Tunishkar Typhi Typhira Typhitsa Typhiyska Typhogg Vacolva Varacorda Velduin Velessitsa Vitsa Vitsaconik Vitska Volva Voyama Voynia Voynir Whiyama Yancate Yandstamen Yandzhdeen Yandzhden Zlamchka

#444 names #444names

[ny-ykss]

Rhys: zazdrosna Feyro? Feyra: Jeśli ja jestem zazdrosna, to i ty jesteś zazdrosny o Tarquina i jego wlewanie miodu. [...] Feyra: To tym ci tak zalazłam za skórę? Że cię odcięłam? Czy też, że Tarquin z taką łatwością się do mnie zbliżył? Rhys: Zalazłaś mi za skórę tym, że się do niego uśmiechnęłaś. Feyra: Jesteś zazdrosny.

#rhys #rhysand #rhys x feyre #miłość #love #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #cytaty

[leidensygdom]

Feyro, for @loafdog ! A mix of a birthday gift and artfight revenge ;D This is her fire genasi monk. She's one of the player characters in Doina, the campaign I'm using Ilztvyll in

#genasi #fire genasi #dnd #monk #dungeons and dragons #fantasy #fantasy art #tiefling #fire #lava #fantasy artwork #original character #artfight #artfight2021 #feyro #syg2021 #sygdomthings

[justanothadeadbloginthevoid]

Feyro's Quest

A poem relaying the history of my kitsune OC, Feyro.

Wandering, trembling, ever fearing. Is this my life now? Swept away from my family, never to be seen again.

Older, stronger, fur now golden. How did this happen? My last memory was of so long ago.

Walking, searching, still hoping. Where is my home? I long for my kin, I long for an explanation.

Slower, longer, I'm a loner. Will I find anyone? This journey of mine has taken me further than I could've imagined.

Fading, tiring, finally ending. Have i reached my destination at last? This was not my goal but it is my final stop.

#imp death #kitsune #mythological #myth #poem #poetry #writingblr #writing #fox #journey #quest #feyro #lost #alone #writeblr

[c--91]

[C] Dryad Genie

Commission for Feyro! Dryad has a few wishes she needs to grant.

Posted using PostyBirb

#genie #sealed mouth #dryad #feyro #c91

[boociforme]

Rey is a clone of Feyro who ran away with her bestie's clone, Argo, in search of a better life away from the orphanage run by a crazy scientist who experimented on them with soul transference magic :')

she takes ugly jobs to keep them going, sometimes things get bloody...

#original #original character #dnd #illustration #oc #dnd art #dnd character #fire genasi #rey #argo #my art

[depressed-teacup-inc]

They were in love and you can quote me on this

#wicked #wicked the musical #Elphaba #Glinda the good #gelphie #they deserved so much better #no offense Feyro but wtf

[tears-and-lilies]

Chapter 45 - All the warmth you want

Feyros pov :3

Tag: @whumpfigure @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @green-eyed-whumpster @liliability @sideblogformindtrash @starnight-whump @milk-carton-whump @abitefullofwhump @unicornscotty @myst-in-the-mirror @neverthelass @dont-touch-my-soup

CW: death mention, captivity, death of woman

***

A carriage was parked at the intersection of the main road to the palace and some smaller street that only led to taverns. In front of the carriage, Feyros was walking back and forth. He couldn’t think. Worry had taken over his mind. 

He paused as he saw the light of a touch approach. Two of his bodyguards walked over, in between them a man with a familiar posture. All of his worries washed away and he hastened towards the trio. 

‘You’re found!’, he exclaimed. A smile spread across his face, he couldn’t help himself. 

He slowed down when he noticed the smeared make-up on Glorien’s face, and his red eyes. His lip was wobbling slightly. Had he been crying?

‘Are you alright? Are you hurt?’, he asked. 

Hesitantly, he put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. When teary eyes looked up at him, he couldn’t control himself anymore. He launched forward and wrapped the boy into his embrace. 

‘It’s fine. You’re safe, it’s fine.’

He knew how scary the city could be at night. The people who roamed the streets when the sun had gone down, didn’t do so with good intentions. Who knows what could have happened. He closed his eyes. He shouldn’t think like that. Glorien was safe now. 

*** 

He knew the carriage ride back to the palace would be short, so he had to take every moment of it to ask the dancer a few questions. He had to put his embarrassment from the last time he'd seen Glorien aside. Gently he looked at the boy sitting on the seat opposite of him. 

‘Where were you?’

Dark brown eyes examined his face. Feyros waited patiently for a reply. 

‘I wanted to go for a walk, but I got lost’, Glorien whispered. 

‘A walk? In the city?’ Didn’t he know how dangerous that was?

Glorien stared out of the window. ‘I saw… a suspicious person.’

His breath hitched for a moment. ‘What do you mean?’

The boy shrugged, and kept his attention on the night outside the window. 

Clearly, something had happened. Feyros felt like it was important, but getting the information out of Glorien would be tedious. And right now, he didn’t have that sort of time. 

Instead, he asked: ‘What did you want to see me for?’

He had the boy’s attention on him again. His hands were fiddling with one of the silver bracelets he wore.  Judging by his confused look, he didn’t know what Feyros was referring to. 

‘Someone told me you wanted to see me. Was that true?’

Glorien kept frowning and shook his head. ‘I don’t know.’

So his suspicions were true. He was lied to. But why? A shiver ran across his back, and he wrapped his dark blue coat closer around him. 

‘Do you have any idea who told me that?’, he tried. 

When the boy shook his head again, he asked: ‘This may sound like a weird question, but do you have any affiliations with lady Triban?’

Now, he got more of a reaction. The fiddling stopped, and a confused look made place for a shocked one. He stumbled over his words. ‘No- not really, no… except- well, she hates me. But that’s it.’

He leaned forward and sofly placed his hand on Glorien’s. ‘Listen. This may be very important. There’s something going on in the palace that may be dangerous for the both of us. So if you can tell me what sort of interactions you have with her, it may help us get a better understanding of things.’

He noticed Glorien did his best to swallow. Then, he said, quietly: ‘She… she- hurts me. She likes to punish me. Vas- the Emperor does that too, but lady Triban actually seems to enjoy it.’

Triban is a sadist, but that he already knew. Feyros leaned back against his seat. Still, it could mean that she easily pushed Glorien in one direction or the other, simply by holding fear over his head. But right now, Glorien wasn’t in a state in which he would admit to something like that, and Feyros couldn’t blame him for it. 

‘Hey,’ he said, trying to sound cheerful, ‘if you enjoy walks, maybe we could go to the haven? What about tomorrow, right after noon? You’re allowed to go outside, right?’

It seemed to have the opposite effect on the boy. Quickly, Feyros added: ‘Or do you want to go somewhere else? I’d love to go out with you.’

He felt himself getting warm. That came out a lot differently than how he wanted it to be. But a little blush appeared on Glorien’s face as well, making Feyros’s heart jump. 

‘Uhh… y-yes. I… Maybe the park?’, Glorien mumbled. ‘But not tomorrow! It’s… a busy day.’

‘Of course! When do you want to go?’

‘Um, I don’t know, actually.’

Feyros tried to keep his composure. He had to push harder. 

‘In three days, maybe? That’s the next day I’m free.’ He saw Glorien hesitate. ‘And if you want to change plans, you can tell me and we’ll do so, alright?’

Now, the boy gave a small nod. ‘Sure.’

‘That’s great!’

The carriage had stopped. They had arrived back at the palace. Feyros helped Glorien get out. When they did, he still couldn’t let go of the boy’s hand. He stared at the gigantic building that towered over the city. For Feyros, any place that basked in luxury was a place of comfort, where he felt safe. But for Glorien, this place was one he must associate with pain and humiliation. 

For the first time, a thought formed in his head. He cursed himself for not thinking of that sooner. He glanced at Glorien. Had he tried to run away?

Glorien returned his look. ‘I want to go to bed.’

He nodded, and let go of his hand. ‘Goodnight.’

But the boy didn’t go. He kept staring at Feyros. They were alone. 

Feyros swallowed. Did he want to say something? He’d listen, whatever it was. He’d provide comfort, even if he was tired. Saints, he’d ride him back to the city if he wanted, and pretend like he didn’t find him, just so they had more moments alone. He forced himself to smile. He’d give this person all the warmth he wanted.

‘Goodnight’, Glorien said. 

That was all. 

Feyros watched as the boy walked to the main entrance. Soon, the building had consumed him. It left him empty. 

"You must feel so proud of yourself."

He didn’t know how long he had been standing there, nailed to the ground, when suddenly a guard ran up to him. It was an imperial guard. 

‘Sir! His Majesty orders that you meet him in his private chambers, immediately!’

‘What’s wrong?’

‘One of our men found the dead body of lady Lazulan, sir!’

#whump #medieval whump #captivity tw #death mention tw #my writing #oc #glorien #feyros

[linndrim]

Photo shoot for the cover

Done YCH for dear Feyro ~

#beach #sexy furry #cute furry #furry girl #furry character #sfw furry #furry art #anthro #anthro art #swimsuit #sunshine #sea waves #water