My take on Tiri has two forms. 'Normal', and TRUE. She uses her normal form for hunting, luring in hunters with her cuteness and their curiousity. When they get far enough in though, and shes close enough... she rips off the fake look and turns into her normal horrifying self, before eating the hunter, and feeding the scraps to her wolves, bears, and deer.
Shinso smirked. “I never wanted to be a hero Kaminari, but don’t worry, you’ll still trust me when we’re finished. You’ll trust me completely if that makes you feel any better.”
Shinso said with a smirk as he dug into Denki’s pouch and grabbed a zip tie and secured his free hand to a pipe. “Try to relax Kaminari, it will hurt less.” Shinso whispered into his ear as he removed Denki’s pointer device.
Kirishima kept a firm hold on the other hand and began tugging Denki’s pants down. “You’ve had this coming for a long time Denks.”
Deralt the dwarf fighter is the original pc do not steal of this moodboard, he definitely is not related to Geralt or the witcher. Unfortunately Deralt died but the party panicked and hired a poor druid to revive him, but the spell was kinda fuckey so he revived as a female pink tiefling :’)
Gifts for @nibsmcscribs !!Of his Oc’s Vedis and Tiri <3 + his slasher
I also drew a fusion of Vedis/Shadow, which is basically a big Sexy green guy, and Shadow is the best wingman lol
Just wanted to draw the sweet warm hug Kalifax and Tiri shared. Here’s more sketches of them, too. (Kalifax belongs to me and Tiri belongs to @deezmo.)
If you want to read this part, it’s under the cut. It’s a roleplay between us two, so there might be errors/back and forth, etc.
(Here’s the song that goes with the excerpt)
Kalifax waited for a quiet moment with his hands on the ground and his feet out in front of him, just listening to the soft crackling of the fire and the birds in the trees and thinking about how lucky he was. He felt so much better not having to worry about being caught here, too... But something else came to his mind with the silence, and he thought of something as he stared up at the first star to appear in the deep blue sky.
"Y'know... a-about my s-stutter..." he finally said, still looking up at the sky. "Th-there's somethin' I c-can do to g-g-get rid of it."
He looked over at her with a more playful expression, ears perking and face warming up a little.
"...I-It disappears when I s-sing. N-not that I'm a g-good singer by any m-measure, but... M-makes it seem like I d-don't got a p-problem at all. Heh. D-do you ever sing?"
Slowly, a wider, slightly amused smile crept up on Tiri's face as Kalifax spoke and she couldn't help but stare at him. Her eyes twinkled with awe and she found herself really wanting to hear him sing.
"Really?! That's interesting, that is. Do you know why? And.. heh.. No.. I don't think I can sing very well actually. Though I've never really tried I suppose."
Tiri looked off into the fire with a small blush as she spoke of herself, but quickly looked back at the goblin next to her. Leaning into his side with a bit of a nudge, she hoped that he would oblige her.
"Sing for me then? Please? I'm curious to hear you."
Her expression softened a little more as she looked over at him. How amusing this all was to the gnome mage. Becoming friends with a used-to-be-homeless, petty thief of a goblin. It had barely been just over a month and she had already gotten to know him better than her peers.
Kalifax shook his head and let it drop, chuckling softly. He should have known she'd be asking him to sing.
"Nah, I d-don't really kn-know why... D-different part o'my m-m-mind, maybe. But uh... well I gu-guess I can't s-say no, can I. Hehe..."
He took a deep breath and tried to think of what to sing. There was a song that had been in his head recently, one he'd picked up from a busker about a year ago that he'd never forgotten. It was one of his favorites.
He took a deep breath and found he didn't really feel all that bashful over this. He knew he wasn't exactly a wonderful singer, but he could at least hit the notes. And if he was honest with himself, he did enjoy the act. It felt smoother and more natural than talking, and made him feel far less of a burden when he didn't have to worry about stuttering.
Sitting up a little straighter and crossing his legs, he rested his forearms on his knees and focused on the fire.
His singing voice was still in the same raspy way as usual, and he didn't try anything fancy with the tune--but it was almost surprisingly gentle and easy-sounding as the words fell from his mouth. It was simple but sweet... and the quiet pauses in the lyrics with no music seemed to only add to his song, as back in his mind the music the old busker played on his instrument was still fresh, practically strumming along with him like a ghost.
"When you're down, and troubled, and you need a helpin' hand...
And nothin', oh, nothin' is goin’ right...
Close your eyes, and think of me... and soon I will be there,
To brighten up even your darkest nights...
You just call out my name, and you know wherever I am,
I'll come runnin', to see you again...
Winter, spring, summer, or fall,
All you gotta do is call…
And I'll be there…
You've got a friend...
If the sky, above you... should turn dark, and full of clouds...
And that ol' north wind should begin to blow...
Keep your head together, and call my name out loud...
Soon I'll be knockin' upon your door...
You just call out my name, and you know wherever I am,
I'll come runnin', to see you again...
Winter, spring, summer, or fall,
All you gotta do is call…
And I'll... I'll..."
It took him a second to realize that his voice was wavering and trailing off, and his eyes prickled in the light of the campfire with the threat of tears. It suddenly hit him, that these lyrics he so admired for so long, wishing in vain that they could apply to him in some way... Now, they actually did. He felt like he could finally experience the song for what it was, something that meant so much more... And the thought that he and Tiri could really be true friends, counting on each other, made him more emotional than he was prepared for.
He covered his eyes with a hand and turned his head away, ears dropping as he was embarrassed that he obviously couldn't finish the song. It was all a little too much for him in this moment, and he needed some time to wrap his head around the fact that he was worlds away from the loneliness and struggles of the past.
"Ehh... s-s-sorry..." he said, voice cracking before he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. "Ahem, uh... *sniff* I-I like th-that one. Heard it a l-long t-time ago."
Still facing away and wiping his wet eyes with the back of his hand, he tried to talk as if everything was fine.
"A-a-and what d-did I t-tell ya, no s-s-s... stutter. Heheh..." his chuckle was cut off by a soft sob that he cursed himself for, and he cleared his throat to try to hide it.
Staring into the fire and happy that Kalifax decided to oblige her, Tiri found herself closing her eyes as the soft song gently rang out in the darkening sky. It was so warm and comforting, full of promise and hope. She wondered if he had written it himself, or liked it because it sounded so positive.
It wasn't until his singing cut off with a waver, that she opened her eyes. Looking over at him with a concerned frown, she was still close enough to place a hand over his shoulder and so she did.
"Kal?"
Taking her hand away when he turned from her, covering his face, she grew even more worried. Why was he upset? Did the song mean that much to him? Did an old friend he no longer have, like Buck, used to sing that with him? It was impressive that he didn't stutter, but that wasn't what she was worrying about right now.
Her mind was a whirl of questions, none of which she felt were appropriate to ask of him right now and so she just did what she had done before. Shifting so the side of her body was now more fully pressing to his, Tiri wrapped her arms around him and gently pulled the sobbing goblin's head close. Her short arms over his shoulders with his head resting next to hers, the gnome felt her heart pang and mumbled before thinking.
"You've got to be the most loneliest person I have ever met.. But.. you no longer have to be, Kal."
Tilting her head and again, acting more on instinct before thinking, she gave his wrinkly, freckled cheek a kiss before nuzzling back into his neck with a murmur.
"You really do have a friend.."
Kalifax just hunched over a little more when she hugged him, feeling a mix of guilt and gratitude, and not really knowing what he could say to convince her that he was alright. But he wasn't expecting what she said, not to mention the sweet little kiss on his cheek. It was so different from anything he was used to, and he simply just didn't know how to feel or react. All he knew was that his face was warming up and his heart was beating faster--just at the thought that someone on Azeroth would have ever wanted to give him a kiss on the cheek.
His ears twitched and he looked at her almost guiltily with watery eyes. He tried to just shrug and smile at her, but it was plain that he was falling apart inside.
"Heh... uh... Th-th-thank you, I... *ahem* Th-th-that's the n-nicest thing anyone's ever... suh-said to m-me... Heh. heh... *sniff* S-sorry... I-I dunno what s-suddenly c-c-came over me."
His eyes started reflecting more fondness than hurt as he looked at her, and he lifted his hands to hold her again. This time he pulled her a little closer and hugged her tightly, careful not to hurt her little gnome body but still needing so much comfort from her. He tried to speak again, but all that came out was a sad, shaky huff. Putting one hand on the back of her head to feel her soft hair and leaning forward into her, he worried he might be going a little too far--but he just couldn't help it right now. It felt like he'd been waiting twenty-nine years to hug her tonight, and he didn't want to waste it. It just made him feel surprisingly much better about everything: if he could hold his new friend in his arms, and know that she wasn't going to push him away or blame him for something he didn't even remember doing. He truly hoped she really meant what she said, about being his friend. He really needed one.
"D-did ya l-like my... m-my singin'...?" he finally asked, sniffing again.
Taking in the sight of the sad goblin with a worried smile, Tiri was glad that he seemed to be crying happy tears. The more firmer hug confirmed it and she readily embraced him just as tightly. With her arms over his shoulders, she pressed her face into this side of his and his neck. Enjoying the warmth and feeling how he clung to her, made Tiri feel needed. Wanted. Like she was actually important.
Kalifax's rough yet gentle hand in her hair at the back of her head, sent a curious, tingling warmth spread through her chest. All the way down her spine and to her toes, it made her feel so happy and yet troubled at the same time.
Her own hands were moving along his back, one slid up the side of his neck. Letting her delicate, small fingers trace along his scarred, drooping ear, she hoped such a thing would help relax him as she had once heard that doing such a thing helps calm goblins. It took her a moment to realize he had even spoken, so enthralled by the warm embrace.
"Of course I did.. It was so.. calming and sounded so hopeful and.. and Kal? You never have to apologize for this.. the hugging and crying I mean. I don't mind it. Really."
Tiri let her small body lean into his. Practically almost in his lap now as he squeezed her, she was finding that she really was enjoying holding this sad goblin.
Kalifax tried to keep in a humorless, self-conscious chuckle, letting a tear fall over Tiri's back before he closed his eyes. His ear flicked and then relaxed when she touched it, and he couldn't help but tilt his head a little in that direction. Still holding her and feeling practically unable to let her go yet, he just mumbled another thanks and embarrassed apology. He was never like this, he thought--but maybe that was just it.
Finally he released his hold on her and shuffled back a little bit so he could wipe his eyes, ears pulled back and shoulders still stiff.
"D-d-don't mean ta b-be like this..." he said. "I-It just ain't a l-lot o' people I can... hug. Ahem... I-I'm g-glad ya liked the s-song. Heh..."
