#tecothy

[coreene]

Precious babies (Izwae, Arcagh, Artimezt, Tecothy, Moy) and Dhourn

[dude-wheres-my-ankheg]

The Stone Spiders (Link to AO3)

Word count: 28.2k

Characters: Moy, Dhourn, Artimezt, Arcagh, Izwae, Tecothy, Nym, Sorn, Rolan, Original Female Character

Summary: After who knows how long frozen in stone, Moy and his companions are finally free. The fate would have been bad enough on its own, but it means the vital and secret mission Moy was on has gone ignored for far too long. He needs to get it back on track, and quickly, if he wants to avoid losing everything that's important to him. He has a lot of time to catch up on, so he has to be swift, ruthless, and efficient.

Unfortunately for him, he isn't the only one with a secret.

Tags: Slavery, vaguely implied historic sexual assault, canon typical drow bioessentialism, canon typical fantasy racism, Canon-Typical Violence

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[redroomroaving]

Tecothy and Olly (Tecotholly? Ollythy?), because I've been working on my unpetrified drow/Zhent adventure A Disastrous Path.

Snippet under the cut.

Olly strongly considered sliding his fingers across the floor and letting them brush against the drow’s. Considered it so strongly in fact that he found himself doing it before his brain could kick in to stop it.

The moment his fingers made contact with the drow’s own Tecothy jolted upright - like he'd been shocked - eyes suddenly wide and pupils tiny so they looked really, really red - brows shooting up in surprise.

Shit, Olly’s hesitation jumped in too late, that was - shit - I shouldn't have done that.

He didn't move his hand, but Tecothy turned his head slowly, looking down at his fingers as if dumbfounded.

“I'm sorry,” Olly blurted out, ill advised and panicking, and then blurted out something even worse, “it's just - I just- you're really cool.”

Tecothy blinked at him.

“You're like the coolest person I've ever met,” Olly added, because apparently he couldn't stop himself from saying more things.

The longer Tecothy said nothing the more he felt like his stomach was turning upside down, but, although the light was low, Olly realised something.

The drow was blushing.

A growing, thorough purple bloom on his cheeks that seemed to be reaching right to his ears.

He finally broke the excruciating silence.

“Oh,” he said, very quietly.

[reindork-games]

[eolasesayelan]

The Petrified Drow & The Spectator

[redroomroaving]

jail for one thousand years for converting me to tecolly and then not writing anything for them. JAIL FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS I SAY

I AM it's just

I'm sorry it's so slow I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm -

[dude-wheres-my-ankheg]

The Stone Spiders

Woo, hit 3/9 chapters drafted for this bad boy today! I think the last time I posted about this the project did not have a name and I've switched the appearances of Arcagh and Artimezt to better match up their voices/demeanours with what I was writing.

Anyway, for those that missed me waffling about this before, I'm writing a story about the six drow in the underdark and what happens to them after being un-petrified by Tav and their trusty band of adventurers. Featuring a LOT of made up stuff about these lads because let's face it they don't have a lot of lines (and only 3 of them have visible faces RIP).

After the six are made flesh once more--and a strange drow woman commandeers Dhourn's life's work--Moy is left with a head swirling full of thoughts. The mission he was on before being petrified was of vital importance, and he has no idea how much time has passed or the state of all the players. And now he needs to manipulate his fellow mercenaries into helping him - they'd never help if they knew the truth but it's no longer a task he can do alone. It's all complicated enough as it is but of course, these are all drow. Moy is not the only one with secrets.

[redroomroaving]

Tecothy, you sad wet cat of an unpetrified drow let me save you

(why yes my Donnick does have two Abdiraks travelling with him wouldn't you)