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Finished commission for the winner of my Tournament of Ages art auction slot, Sinora Bloodrose!

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Commission for Evonna

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“I know what you are, I know why you create a false image to project onto those who are ignorant of your true, black-hearted nature, sweet sister. And one day, your insides will be on the outside, so those you fooled can see it, too. And they will smile as you fade away into the annals of unpleasant history.”

(From a recent RP ✨)

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Commission - Malevia

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(I’ve been back on Moon Guard for about a week now, it’s been pretty alright. I have more writing than I ever had in the past 3 or so years. I’m so grateful for everyone who was patient with me while I took my hiatus. I’m so grateful for the friends I still have and the new friends I’ve made.

Rosci’s back. Surprise, bitches. 😎😏)

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Vampire aesthetic

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To those it may concern,

For now, Roscidia’s story stagnates and wraps. It is not the end, yet for now it is goodbye.

The past 3 years of my writing I was made to dampen her, else face consequences on an OOC level by the person I wrote most with.

In those 3 years I lost touch with her, and I currently do not have the drive to bring her back to how I wish her to be.

If you have open storylines with me, I am only entertaining seeing two until the end. If you have not been notified of such, then you are not one of those two.

For the sake of your stories, she has vanished with her son and her Worgen mans and has no interest in being found.

This is a firm and final decision.

I will see you all around on a character I am more hungry for than she.

Best regards.

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Some new art of Roscidia featuring her spooky worgen bf ☺️

All by Mischiart!!

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Rosci (right) got a freebie portrait from CinnriStarling on Twitter, along with two other lucky people!

My Twitter is @MotherGhastly if anyone wants to give me a follow, I’ll follow back :)

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Roscidia by Mischiart!

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𝐿𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝐷𝑢𝑠𝑘𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟,

I hope that this letter finds you in good health and in good spirits. I apologize for my lengthy absence, I was battling a cage with bars made of flesh and numbers that outweighed my own. What words I wish to say now I wish to say from my lips to your ears and face to face if you would allow my presence within yours once more.

I often think of our talk, I often have wished that we had more time before the season soured and I was unable to speak.

That season has passed.

And I hope to see you soon.

Until that time comes, if it shall, I hope that Causality smiles upon you.

-𝐿𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝐷𝑢𝑠𝑘𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑒.

( @cerusaniduskbinder )

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While this blog is meant to be a blog purely about Roscidia, I feel compelled to make this post.

Kentaro Miura, the creator of Berserk, died on May 6th 2021- a statement was released May 20th 2021, no one knew until now that he had passed. Berserk remains unfinished, and I’m sure not even he thought he would die before completing his life’s work.

Berserk has been with me since childhood. It has shaped who I am as a person, how I process grief, how I write and how I draw. I have incorporated many themes of Berserk in my writing, homage to the art that has been with me for what could be my lifetime now. And, from the bottom of my heart, I am so honored to have known and loved it for as long as I have. I am honored to have witnessed Kentaro Miura’s work.

Struggle. Endure. Contend. He will forever live on in the worlds he has created.

Rest In Peace, and thank you for every inch of your work.

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(More Rosci by DhaiArt)

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God I’m in LOVE

Commission for @deepdarkdusk of their elf babe.

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Bask in the Glory of Freedom

Oh, I know not where the road will take me. I know not what awaits me. I have long since stopped trying to see. I don’t want to. I don’t want to look upon that which should be obscure and exciting. I need no plan, I need no mercy. I am an instrument of Causality and I will lose myself in its ever-flowing current.

What bridges I have burned and will burn shall light the way, and if I wander in darkness then I shall be comforted by it. There will be more to turn to ash in time. I have no need for security. I spent long enough within walls forged from promises of greatness. I spent long enough trapped within a cage as the songbirds flew on without me; I watched them leave and I wished so dearly that I had wings so I could find the glory of the sun once more.

People like me are not born with wings, though. No, we must create them. We must cut a path out of our prisons and we must run when our wardens are gone.

No longer shall I dampen myself for another, no longer shall I make love to the chains with which I am bound. I proclaim thee shattered in the name of the Drowned Prince, I proclaim my freedom in my name of my blood.

And know that my blood goes with me.

And know that none shall understand.

I have felt horror that was genuine and real, more real than anything I have felt before. This horror is what I aspire to embody. Perhaps one day, as the wandering minstrel returns, I shall do so. As I take my road onward through song and deceit, through power and love, I shall reclaim the fragments of Roscidia along my travels. Of who I was, who I have forgotten to be.

Perhaps I shall be torn asunder by wolves, or people who have not had their inner beasts chained and starved for years. People who may have more cunning than myself. Perhaps I shall thrive and find love again. Perhaps I will starve and die and the only ones to remember me fondly would be my son and aunt. Perhaps that is beautiful, though. The endless possibilities and the chance to fall expanding by the widest margin it ever has.

The lyre is tuned, it’s melody today will be one of peace. For now I know what it is. Perhaps my benefactor shall hear me play, or perhaps I shall only spare my son a lullaby with it. It matters not, for time draws closer and the cage is now bent and broken and I can see an opening. The one I must leave through.

Midnight calls.

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(More art!)