"lae’zel/orpheus is sooooo mythic romance coded to me. like she grows up worshipping vlaakith, believing orpheus is this vile traitor, and then she finds out the traitor is actually the rightful liberator of her people and the entire foundation of her life cracks open. and then he’s THERE. not a story, not a forbidden text, not propaganda, a living person who has been trapped for ages and still wants his people free. lae’zel already does devotion like it’s a blade. putting that devotion toward orpheus instead of vlaakith is just. yeah. knight/prince, rebel heir/chosen warrior, faith turned into revolution. extremely tasty."
"Romantically, I think there’s a lot in the gap between symbol and person. Lae’zel would initially revere him almost too much, because she’s used to devotion having a target. Orpheus would have to deal with being seen as a prince, a weapon, a hope, a miracle, when he’s also someone who’s lost so much time. I’d love to see the messiness of that soften into something more equal, where she fights beside him rather than kneeling in her own head."
vs. Medrash/Popper
"If you play as a dragonborn, you'll notice that Popper's personality changes drastically compared to when he's talking to anyone else and starts falling over himself trying to impress you. There also happens to be a dragonborn in the circus with him who is probably also subjected to this, but Medrash is such a ray of sunshine that he could easily take Popper's bizarre attempts at flirting in stride. And I for one think Popper deserves to have a bard twice his height doting on him.
Also: consider that, according to Races of the Dragon, kobolds canonically call significant others their "chosen one". That isn't specific to this pairing, but I think it's adorable anyways."
I had to dig around Tolna's for this one, but here was my unpublished first attempt at writing Popper/Medrash back in September of last year lol
Warnings: The usual suspects for these two (non-human genitalia, size difference, Popper generally needing therapy), plus masturbation I guess.
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Popper clamped a hand down on his snout to stifle his moans as his fingers circled his cloaca. He could feel his hemipenes twitching to life inside, and his hand dipped down to press against the base of his tail, right against where the organs were hidden away.
"Shit..." he hissed, his hips writhing of their own accord against his hand. Normally, he wouldn't draw this out so much. He has a 'problem', he fixes it as quickly as possible, and moves on with his life. But tonight was different. He wanted to enjoy this, to luxuriate in his fantasies.
His head fell back against the wall with a soft thud as he conjured Medrash in his mind. His bright face, his strong body... He could probably lift Popper on one arm with hardly any effort.
Briefly, he tried to imagine that his own teasing fingers were Medrash's, but he quickly changed his mind. No... no, Medrash was a big, strong dragon. He should be worshipped, not worry about Popper's pleasure. And if his body was anything to go off, he was probably huge... Did dragonborn have one dick or two? Popper found himself unable to decide which he liked better, and in his mind's eye, it constantly flickered from one to the other.
Either way, he was kneeling at Medrash's feet, grovelling before him. Maybe Medrash had just rescued him from some terrible danger. Yes... yes, and now Popper needed to thank him for his bravery. Real-life-Popper allowed his fingers to slip inside his cloaca alongside the swelling hemipenes, and he let out a long whine at the stretch. Fuck... that was good. Okay, focus.
Fantasy-Popper was prostrated at Medrash's feet, thanking him profusely, tinted with the self-deprication typical of this type of dynamic for a kobold. But Medrash, kind Medrash, wouldn't play the role he was meant to. No, he'd crouch next to Popper and dry his tears, assure him that he's safe, that he'd protect Popper from now on. That no one would threaten Popper ever again. The next part was a bit fuzzy. Maybe Popper would ask if there's anything he can do to thank the mighty dragon, and maybe since he was so devoted and so good, Medrash would allow him the privilege of sucking his cock. (Cocks?)
Popper mentally skipped past the logistics and jumped right into the good part. He gave up on trying to be quiet now, instead frantically fingering his cloaca with one hand as the other stroked his twin dicks.
He imagined his face gently cradled in Medrash's hand as he stood before him. He wouldn't even need to kneel, he was already at the right height for his mouth to be perfectly lined up with Medrash's cock(s). As if he was made for this. (And maybe he was...) He'd open his mouth and allow Medrash to push his head forward. Even if he gagged and sputtered, Popper would keep going, keep taking him in all the way. He'd look up at Medrash through tears, and Medrash would smile at him, and tell him that he was so good and obedient. Popper would be perfectly pliant for Medrash, letting him fuck his mouth as roughly as he wanted. But Medrash wouldn't be rough. Even if Popper wanted him to, he'd be as gentle as a... Popper's lust-addled mind couldn't think of any gentle animals. He whined, bucking his hips against his hands more erratically. In his head, Medrash came down his throat at the same moment as the real Popper came onto his stomach, muscles convulsing with the intensity of it. And as he came down from his orgasm, Popper momentarily allowed himself to believe that this could be real, and that Medrash could actually want him.
Hello everyone! The first post to grace this blog will be a brief introduction to my two currently active characters! Both of which take place in D&D 5e campaigns.
A gold dragonborn with a bit of red in him, Medrash is a rough n’ tough 8’ tall soldier type with a soft spot for animals and children. Also his friends, though lords do they give him stress. He is accompanied by his previously giant mastiff, now magically linked white mouse Fang. His weapon of choice is a longsword, and he currently weilds a magic blade made by the Sovereign of Rage and Ruin, The Fury herself.
Medresh is a part of a homebrew hybrid campaign run by my wonderful partner @wayfarersavalar in the Forgotten Realms setting!
Corus, Triton Swashbuckler Rogue:
Corus is your average charming adventuring fishboy with a love for adventure and treasure! Washed ashore in the continent of Ennead about eight years ago, he was discovered by a humble tiefling fisherman and his goliath wife, not a single memory in his head. They took him in, and cared for him as one of their own! He now considers them and their two (soon to be three) children his family. He’s spent years hidig from the Royalists, a government that does not welcome outsiders, but in recent times there have been strange happenings in Ennead, and most places he finds himself able to travel relatively freely. His weapon of choice is the scimitar, and he currently weilds a magically enhanced Scimitar of Speed, crafted and enhanced by his own hands, enchanted by a friend.
Corus’s new goliath mom-friend is Shandri, also belonging to @wayfarersavalar, and they both find themselves in the land of Ennead, a homebrew setting and campaign birthed from the mind our friend, who we’ll call Angus.
Now you’ve met my children, feel free to ask questions or whatever about them or the settings as you see fit!
