/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>18322552
This story begins with a pair of friends. Too old to be children, too young to be adults. They would laugh and play through the moors, the wind in their hair and the laughter drifting through the blue sky. Oh, what secret wishes she had. A life with him, and he had those for her in kind.

Then, one day, they came upon a Centaur in their usual haunt. She was quite beautiful, with full breasts and lustrous white hair on her equine half. The girl was enamored, she'd never seen a monster like this up close before. Her friend, however, was weary. His father was a man of firm upbringings, and the boy knew not to trust the horse-woman.

'Little ones,' She said, languishing by the waters. 'Won't you join me for a dip? We can be much more acquainted then.'

The girl giggled, stripping down to her bare skin. Oh, how the Centaur invited her to ride into the waters with her so they could swim and play. The boy helped her onto the trusty steed, as it were. Then, the Centaur laughed. But it wasn't the soft, motherly giggle they'd heard before.

Her features started to shift, her skin turning to a sickly green, her back legs turning into a massive fin. The girl was stuck, her hands caught in knots of kelp-like weeds. Unable to free his hand, the boy drew his father's knife.

Unspeakable pain. Flashes of white-hot agony.

He still remembered the sight of the strange creature plunging into the depths with his friend. Her family wept for her, his own tears dried up. The girl was never found, nor was the deceitful Centaur. Though, on some summer nights, when the moon hangs high in the sky above the moors, he can still hear the faintest sound of her girlish giggling. A rope of weed around their favorite stone, like a wedding band.

Dwarves and Dwarf accessories.

>Telling your Dwarf wife you want to shave your beard since it itches far too much
>She gets visibly pissed, enough to hide your razors and all other sharp edges so you can't do it
>Eventually ask her why she's so adamant about you keeping the scruff
"Y' really think I want some baby-cheeked husband!? I'm not a damned Elf! T'shave the beard off MY MAN would be enough t' start a damned war!"
>Have to spend the entire night with her oiling and cleaning your beard, trying to stimulate growth while you bathe together
>Worst part about it is all the kids in Winter Town are starting to joke you're Father Christmas

>>17889553
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmc21V-zBq0

>Elves
>Long-eared, nigh immortal and ageless race
>Treats other races like shit, especially Dwarves
>Instigated a massive war with Dwarves by shaving the beard off one of their emissaries
>May or may not teach you dance, poetry, and magic
>Lives in a theocratic monarchy
>Disgusted by the idea of fucking you
>THOTS to the core, will move on to the next man after you die
>You're essentially a fucking neanderthal dating Bathsheba
>Biggest downside is you better like vegan and forests because your marriage is FOREVER or until you die

>Dwarves
>Short, stout race that's also stupidly long-lived
>Absolutely bro tier with Humans, sees them in the light of a younger sibling
>Has a long and celebrated history of trade and technological achievements with the help of Humans
>May be shorter than you but will wreck your shit both in the hair of the dog and the bed sack
>Will lavish you with great metallurgical gifts such as armor and weaponry
>Lives in a meritocracy, where Honor is the currency
>When you pass/If you pass based on setting, your children and their children's children will sing songs of you and honor the life you lived
>Biggest downside is you're fucking a Dwarf and live underground

I mean I'm not going to fault people for liking Elves, but if I saw a Dwarf lass who's right and randy I'd sit her upon my shaft and spin her right round like a goddamned record until our pelvises were bigger trainwrecks than the jungles of 'Nam.