Hello! I'm Nexus, the it/he/she pronoun user, and I've been around for 28 years. This is my drow-focused blog, my general fandom blog is @birdwizardfandom and I follow from @birdwizardofficial .
Due to the nature of this blog expect there to be posts with untagged mentions of subjects that may make most uncomfortable—if you're here for the drow I'm assuming you're okay with that. For all my blogs my tagging system for potentially triggering content is "cw (thing)"; I will tag posts with graphic descriptions of sensitive topics and real pictures of violence. e.g. "cw blood".
All posts with artistic nudity will be tagged "nsft?!".
TERFS, SWERFS, TIRFS, general bigots of all kinds, and antishippers are not going to have a good time here. You've been warned.
You're beautiful. Have a good day. 😘❤️
My OCs intro posts, intended to be read in this order:
Tenebris | Obfuscarae | Umbral | Haven | Duaver
More to come as I work on them.
Notable OC posts:
Haven:
Haven's thoughts on her transition
Umbral:
Umbral's thoughts on herself
Potential FAQs
"Do you write fics?" : No. I don't understand writing, it's like magic to me. I'd like to tell a story with my little guys though.
"Do you take art requests?" : Sure. If I like one enough I may just draw it.
"Can I reference, trace, or repost your art to other sites?" : Yes, yes, and yes. I would appreciate credit though.
"You did a drawing of my OC! What can I do with it?" : Anything you want! Share it, print it, put it on shirts and sell it, eat it(how?), do what you will. That image is yours.
"Can I draw your OCs/write fics with them/use them in creative projects?" : If you do this I will come to your house and clean your bathroom and cook you dinner and kiss you on the mouth. No but seriously, I'm not possessive over them at all. I only feel bad there's not more about them(yet) so people can have more fun playing with them.
"Your art made me feel things. Can I be unhinged in the tags?" : Yes. If that's the case then I'm doing something right.
"Your art offended me!" : Then I'm doing something right. Also this isn't a question.
"What's wrong with you?" : Probably something undiagnosed.
"Where did you get the dividers?" : Here, here, and here.
Face your fears, boy. I couldn't have done it without you.
Keptolo is so proud of him.
(mini fic below the cut.)
Baereghel was desolate, far from the place Elendar once knew.
Cliffside home fallen into ruin, and thick spider silk threads covered corners and crevases. How far the town had fallen in his absence. Because of his absence.
This had Keptolo's desperation all over it.
"Stay close. Stay silent. He has eyes and ears everywhere." Elendar signed to his companions. Miming the closing of lips for Lachrymose's and Astarion's benefit. He could at least trust Tarlyn to keep the cleric close. Astarion was more than used to moving silently in the dark. though his darkvision did seem to be weaker than the others.
His companions nodded in return and followed Elendar's lead through the small, nearly abandoned town.
Elendar moved quickly from shadow to shadow, trying to avoid the sticky webs. It would only take one misstep to signal to whatever giant spiders Lolth had seen fit to grant Keptolo. But what Elendar hadn't account for was movement.
In the dim light of the town being held up by whatever remaining loyal wizards to Keptolo and Lolth, a shadow flickered past. Soft steps of multiple tiny feet skittered by, claws echoing down empty streets. The sound of sharp thin claws scratched against stone paths.
Elendar froze. His eyes darted over his surroundings, trying to listen quietly for the source of the noise. There's a gasp behind him. Followed by the sound of a hand slapping over the source's mouth. The bard turns back to look at his companions to evaluate the situation.
In the dim faerie fire he sees everyone with their hands ready on their weapons, with Myrae's hand covering her mouth and her hand outstretched, pointing to something moving in the dark.
"Drider," she hisses in drow. Her face covering barely hid the disgust that formed as the creature lumbers slowly towards the group.
The bard turns quickly to face the oncoming creature, ready to deceive it and convince it that they are there to join in Keptolo's radiance. As the creature takes a step forward into the light, Elendar's shoulders drop. His face falls as he looks up into the creature's face.
Disfigured and repulsive, he can still see the remnants of her.
i really hate the way the "boobs vs butt" thing got broken down into this implicit idea that butt is the nobler stance. it's really stupid. personally im a woman guy. [realizes how that sounds] [purses my lips in thought] [nods confidently] im a woman guy
