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Elves. they come in all shapes and incarnations from Lord of the Rings to Santa’s little helpers. What if they all got together for ElfCon. – Anon Guest
Welcome to Warpvale. The impossible happens daily.
In this case, the ‘impossible’ is a wide and varied range of Elves, from all over the multiverse. All possible hues of skin and more than a few that aren’t. All possible sizes of ear, too. From 'vaguely human but huge’, through 'human with a point stuck on’, to 'actually impossible if you bother with physics’.
There were short Elves, tall Elves, large Elves and small Elves. All with different demographic traits. Elves that rode on enormous wolves, Elves who flew as casually as anyone would walk. Elves so tiny they were barely visible to the untrained eye, Elves so gangly and awkward that it amazed the eye to see them move.
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Taako had been through many adventures. He had travelled across a hundred realities. He had bargained away his beauty, his health, and a skill to save the world. But this? This had to be the toughest fight of his life. For example, strictly off the top of his head, the fifteen-point landing he’d just endured because this particular band of necromantic chucklefucks had decided to sew together the corpses of several Large species to be their boss monster.
The only plus side was that it had killed several of them before Tres Horny Boys even got started. The minus side, naturally, was that he was down to zero hit points for the third time in this quote-unquote adventure.
Nearly dying just fucking hurt. At least unconsciousness swept it all away for a while. Not much of a while, because his family had learned to carry some health potions at long last for the benefit of the glass canon of the team. The rest of his team was clapping in the most sarcastic manner possible.
I may have later one-shots. The day is young. But I thought I’d share a scene I wrote for a very long whump fic in which Angus is a Taagnus baby and nobody finds out until MUCH later… It’s under the cut because some of y’all might not want to read that.
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So Angus’ fancy lad gear could have just as easily been a silk or velvet dress, braies [imagine that knickerbockers and pantaloons had a baby] and vividly dyed hose. [source] With lace, because lace was conspicuous consumption.
If you headcannon that Ango is Jewish, then he would be in dresses until his Bar Mitvah, when he officially becomes a man.
…so kindly stop drawing Ango in Victorian-era lad gear.
And now this thing is finished. Tres Horny Boys become Tres Horny Teens through malevolent magic. And saving them means saving someone else in the process.
