#Efah

[mokimo-art]

their dynamic is basically this

[piruumi]

Been a while since I've drawn my baby boy. It's his birthday today!

[nyakorie]

Efah showing off her new percings. Original character by MokimoLewds

[mokimo-art]

Efah was feeling a bit left out

[emperorforanhour]

okay i should be completely fucking real with all of you. EFAH's on hiatus, has been for a while, my ass is BUSY. it aint cancelled, just taking a long nap.

like this.

speaking of which! what AM i busy with? well, im glad you asked.

perfectly normal tournament project that's definitely not a sinister plot in disguise. subscribe to it right now. trust me.

truuuust me.

okay rose shrimp out.

[efahsblog]

Coffee heals, nothing you can tell me.

Efah Ikuenobe

[felixaimegregoiremulol]

why are some names recurrent all over the african continent? Banda in cameroon and zambia(kamouzou banda).kitanga ,Obama,in cameroon and kenya;madiba in cameroon and south-africa,;nbaka,okala,efah,nba,akwa,in cameroon and nigeria,nboa in gabon,comores,cameroon,samba,zamba,nzambe ,Mono,mouna ,mouana,kabila , cameroon and democratic Congo,sango in central africa republic,cameroon,mayombe in Congo and cameroon,ndongo in senegal and cameroon,essien in Ghana and nigeria;motema,moulema,moulemach in democratic republic of congo,angola and cameroon.

[carkaolrio]

O mundo dos sonhos é um refúgio para as pessoas se protegerem da vida, diz Efah. Da mesma forma que a fenda está cheia de almas perdidas, feridas, o mundo dos sonhos está repleto de seres vivos que procuram escapar da própria morte, da própria dor e de arrependimentos. Eles usam os sonhos como uma capa, para se protegerem.

Nas águas do tempo, de Jason Gurley

[avalonianrising]

FR Username/Numbers: Hey it's me again--Avalonian #11466!

Basic Clan Lore:

This time, Riot would be traveling to Light's territory--somewhere deeply hidden in the woods near the Mirrorlight Promenade...or so she's been told. She's only been given a very cryptic map, you see: but she's smart, she'll figure it out right? And when she does, she'll finally emerge into a clearing boasting beautiful waterfalls that seem to lead somewhere. Finding the entrance may prove a bit difficult, but there will be eyes on her always, to ensure she doesn't run into something she shouldn't. And when she travels down, down, down, she'll encounter a door that will finally open to her true destination: The Archivists' Legion headquarters. An incredibly secretive group, their name is all it suggests: a select group of warriors and students alike that seek one thing: rare and elusive texts from all areas of Sornieth. From a scrap of hand-written parchment to a library full of scrolls, every bit of knowledge is sacred in the eyes of the Legion. No matter what one may want to learn, surely it can be found here...along with some things that perhaps you weren't aware you needed to know.

Plans For Dragon:

Within the Archivists' Legion headquarters, there is a library unlike many have seen, or will ever see! Entrance is invitation only, and Riot's lust for knowledge won't have gone unnoticed long. Wereth has eyes on the ground, in the sky, perhaps even in the water, and he will have been awaiting her quite eagerly!

Here, it is likely that Wereth will offer her more options than she may know what to do with. There are those that study, those that fight, and those that do both--but then there are others. Others who dwell in shadow even in the daytime, playing the role of all these things that he offers. He has heard things of Riot, you see? Interesting things, things that could change the flow of fate within his beloved home. The Legion is all that he loves, and Riot could really shake things up. Even if she may be confused for a while, I imagine this in itself may be a tempting offer--because it comes with a free pass to everything she needs to find the one she is destined to protect. And when Wereth smiles, she'd be able to see this means...something else...too.

Getting used to things (stairs...so many stairs...) might be a bit difficult, but I have the distinct feeling Riot would ease into things well. There aren't many Plague dragons within the Legion, and some voices and gazes will be unkind. But believe it or not, Plague dragons are beloved within its ranks: by both Wereth, and the highest up in the Legion's army. Meeting Sabre will ensure her of this, and Emblem is a sight for sore eyes for many a young dragon needing an ear to bend. And it is with Emblem that she may meet two very interesting folks under his protection...the Legion's oracles.

Which would quickly teach her that the Archivists' Legion has two deities that many pray to. Efah and Eron. Dark and Light. The Jailer and the Hero. But neither as they may seem on the surface. Deeper research, deeper than Riot would ever believe at first, would have her reading countless tomes on their feats. Some believe they're simply tall tales--but that's just fine, everyone needs something to believe in. Some believe in them wholeheartedly, as many believe in the elemental gods themselves--this is fine as well, because their courage and love brings strength to their children in times of need.

But what if, someone mentions one day...there were another? Shhh. Be quiet. Let no one hear you speak of it. Why? Prayer to this deity is forbidden, because it has lead many dragons astray in pursuit of something that may not even exist.

But, he does. Oh, he does--known as Ezhno by no one but his attendants and a handful of dragons who existed countless years ago who lived to tell tale of something they saw the day of a horrible event that saw the Gladekeeper and Flamecaller at each others' throats. A figure standing in a tree...whispers dark and rich...and something. Something, something, something, they will tell Riot. So many rumors, so many things to discuss...if only they could.

While Efah and Eron have their oracles...Ezhno does not! One hasn't arisen yet who can hear his voice deep inside the Amber Temple in the Blacksand Annex. Or...did it just arrive at the Legion?

Eventually, I believe Riot would do whatever it took to learn about him. Even while believing she'd never know his name, the pursuit for ANY scrap of knowledge would lead her to room after room in the Legion's libraries. This is not going to come easily, or without cost, but there are those who would actually see her succeed no matter what (and that does include Wereth!).

And then, the dreams would begin. I imagine even for her, they would be frightening: the Amber Temple is hideously hostile to outsiders, and damn near impossible to navigate should someone make it past its guard to get inside. Flashes of long corridors. Dark flames in darker rooms. Eyes. So many eyes. All orange, but somehow all...different? Some soft. Some hard. Some so hellbent on finding the dreamer that Riot may wake with a pounding heart because those eyes wanted to kill. But she would never be able to tell anyone. Rumors spread very quickly in the Legion, unfortunately. But that's okay, it just gives her a shred more information to go on every single time. And she will find out what's happening, she swears it.

Headcanon Riot is built much like her sisters--with muscles she didn't know she had being tested by the Legion so she could keep up with their raiding outings! The longer this went on, the better I believe she'd be able to hone energy into her prosthetics, perhaps even using it for her own gain. She would never be expected to fight for her own--the Legion would give it more than willingly for her, but she would be more than willing to gather it for herself. Can't let the others have ALL the fun all the time, and it would most likely make her feel quite close to her siblings and parents.

Man, somehow she got my chronic pain. Sorry, lady. :') But having a prosthetic leg and prosthetic tail portion would most likely manifest this way due to some musculoskeletal trauma! It's absolutely not slowing her down though, she has stuff to do, damn it. (Although the Legion would sit her down and force some hot tea into her hands from time to time. RELAX, Riot! You need to relax!) To go along with this, she has to be reminded to eat. Riot. Riot, eat--no not some granola, eat your dinner gosh darn it. You have time, I promise.

Her tattoos would be visible in all forms, a complete and total must for the love and respect she has for her parents. Even if she did have a strained relationship with her sisters for a bit would lead her to collecting some trinkets to honor them as well. Earrings for her necromancer sister, the most beautiful smelling candles dotting her room for another, all to hold her regard to them close. Speaking of which...

This is my plan for her outfit so far! Your iteration of it was gorgeous, but I put a little Archivists' Legion twist on it. >:] I'd be getting her an accent to pull it all together of course, but I'm not quite sure what to go for yet!

The song I've been heavily inspired by for her is Black Moon by Cellar Darling!

Hearts beat fast as the moon turns black, and the trees catch fire from the bleeding sky. Stars are fading and the sun won't show, all their hearts are beating as the moon turns black...

Intended Payment: As mentioned before, I'll have some gems whipped up for you as thanks! As well as some little gifty-gifts a la Archivists' Legion. Souvenirs, souvenirs!!

PIGLET APPLICATION #03 RIOT THE RUSTWORN ZEALOT.

RULES OF ENGAGEMENT:

These Piglets are for lore clans with a tumblr presence (sideblog, FR posting on mainblogs, etc you simply have to be a lore clan who engages with the community here on tumblr.)

Other players with their siblings (and myself with their parents) will be not only welcome to but encouraged to write interclan letters/in character messages to their siblings, and you'll have to be okay with everything that comes with that (On-Site DMs, the potential of a message going unanswered/etc) I would also appreciate if you ping me for the stuff you do with them because I want to see what they get up to <3

If you win one of the siblings, please refrain from applying for another, this is so everyone interested gets an opportunity and a fair shake at taking one of the girls home!

If you're the selected winner, the dragon is yours to do what you please with! (Regene, change species, rename, change gender identities/pronoun preferences, etc) I ask only that you have a lore/character reason for breed or name changes, as they'll be connected to a wider group of dragons that would need to know these things (What kind of dragon their sibling has become, What to call them in letters, etc) and if you can keep them a modern breed so they can keep their cleavers, well that'd just be nice for their old man Pig.

Please honor the basic lore of the dragon you win, you're welcome to rewrite/reinterpret the lore they arrive with, but please don't eliminate that history entirely, since they'll be interwoven with other clans/players!

[and a big thank you to Khadjin for reminding me I never mentioned this yet!] my lore deviates pretty substantially from site lore. however every aspect can be explained within the context of the site, please don't feel like you have to adopt my headcanons to participate in these!- my "Lesser Gods" are nothing more than magically afflicted/overcharged spirits or magically mutated dragons created in a reactor explosion somewhere in Lightning and some timeloop silliness, and the 'Gaps' are highly concentrated leylines caused by this incident. the eleven gods of sornieth remain the only true gods in my lore much like the site on the whole!- the Piglets and their parents simply lived under the affliction of spirits, cults, and mutated dragons and contextualized them as "Gods" the very same way we create urban myth/legends. While they would know of The Host and the Gaps because of the direct effect both have had on their parents, they are not required to have continued to believe in them as "Higher beings" and can have learned in their time away from their family that these things are likely, little more than the arcane gone haywire.

BLANK APPLICATION

Please copy/paste and fill this out in a Reblog here on tumblr or send it to me through my submit box here so I can keep track of things on a per-dragon basis for the course of the 48-hours each application will be active!

FR Username/Numbers: Basic Clan Lore: (just a general description of the lore/area of your clan you intend to place this hatchling in!) Plans For Dragon: (A little description of any of your ideas, headcanons, story beats, etc you're thinking of for the dragon you're applying for! This can be anything you've got in mind, scries, outfits, etc, feel free to go as big or as little as you want, I wanna see what's going on in your head!) Intended Payment: (These dragons will be PWYW, but I need everyone to acknowledge they're not free, so whatever you're planning on paying/trading for them, even if you change your mind when the time comes, stick something here.)

RINGLEADER'S HEADCANONS

These are just some smaller lore bits and pieces you're welcome to use or disregard for each child, things that I couldn't fit into the bios in a way that made sense. much like the example outfit photo up-top, this is for fun or stuff to help get ideas flowing, if you're stuck!

Riot is almost completely magically null, and her prosthetics run on the magic she harvests from her prey, or from the larger pockets of it around Sornieth. When she left home, Pig and Sow ensured she had enough filled cores to keep her leg and tail functioning for a few months, as they are both well aware she was already not exactly the most capable combatant.

While her relationship with her sisters is somewhat strained after an early life being spent teased for being "unlucky" they've all grown beyond this, and Riot doesn't hold it against them- she's the only one to lose something important in their Godfall, after all.

A scholar at her core, Riot is a seeker of intelligence as much as she is of her charge, flourishing in the pursuit of knowledge of all forms, she has a functional awareness of most everything, from invention to incantation, and is always seeking more alongside the "God" her charge calls her to.

While some of her siblings have chosen to paint their faces in honor of their parents, Riot instead wears her family loyalty through tattoos imbued with magic- the blood constantly staining her parents' claws and tail marked into scales as a glowing grasp on her three remaining feet.

THIS APPLICATION IS OPEN FROM 3:30 PM DECEMBER 6TH, 2024, TO 3:30 PM DECEMBER 8TH, 2024. REBLOGS AFTER THIS TIME WILL BE DISQUALIFIED FROM THE RUNNING.

And here's the pinglist! (Starting to think maybe you can only ping so many people at once?)

@hor-wod-flir @harpyartisan @fuiran @terra-tortoise @bawkrya @pocketmouse-fr @spongyspingy-rising @avalonianrising @clansunsharp @khadjin-fr

[jpeps-house-of-things]

Drew Pix and Bit's Emperor for an Hour portrait in my style.

This is probably the best drawing I have ever done, and this was from January 14th, the day their debut track "Castle Machine" dropped. That was what introduced me to Pix and Bit in the first place. With that I can technically say SiIvagunner's King For another Day tournament was one of the best things that happened to me.

the original piece was drawn by Realuity

[goldenxsunshine]

I associate you with the colour yellow, sunbeams that come through trees in a forest, the sound of a river at its calmest, warm hugs, forehead kisses, bumblebees, and hot chocolate 🥰

ok i didn’t even see yours before sending mine but i fucking love you so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Shut uppp these are so sweet!! 🥺✨💛 you have such a way with words, this makes my heart so happy!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!! I love all of these so much, I can’t believe I get to have you in my life darling!! All of these are some of the softest things ever, and I can’t imagine how I might be associated to it but I love it, I love you!! A lot ✨💛🌻🌈

Tell me what you associate me with please!!

[nanshe-of-nina]

Wizarding Russian Empire and USSR || GIF sets: Melanippa Ippolitovna Chernyshova

“Upon meeting Melanippa Ippolitovna Chernyshova for the first time, I thought she was a rather effeminate man. When we were introduced, she smiled at me overly friendly sort of way and then hung on my every word all night. I was embarrassed to find out that she was actually a woman, but she only laughed and insisted that she took no offense. Still, she then quickly developed the habit of regularly showing up at our apartment during the day. I couldn’t imagine what on earth she wanted, but when I complained to Yermolay about it, he immediately seemed to know, but declined to tell me the truth.

It was Efah Saulovna who let me what was going on, or rather, she gave me a warning. She informed me that Chernyshova was a lesbian and, more pressingly, she already had a lover who lived in Lysaya Gora; another Zhnets by the name of Alena Torkanovna Cheremisina. This Cheremisina was exceedingly jealous and Efah Saulovna informed me blankly that she found out that her precious “Melanyushka” had taken a liking to me, things would not end well for me. In 1924, you see, Cheremisina had discovered that Chernyshova was sleeping with some Chechen and flew into a jealous rage, bombarding her lover with howlers and was only appeased after Chernyshova had the Chechen arrested and exiled to Central Asia on fabricated charges.

I later met with this Alena Torkanovna around 1926. I’d imagined some sort of glamorous beauty, but instead, she was pudgy and bespectacled with large front teeth. She was, however, obviously utterly enamored with Chernyshova who clearly relished Cheremisina’s worshipful devotion. That, however, that didn’t mean that Chernyshova made any move to assist Cheremisina in the slightest in 1937 when she was arrested on trumped up charges of treason and trying to poison Valery Vsevolodovich. ...

Chernyshova’s elder sister, Antiopa Ippolitovna, resembled her, being tall and black-haired with heavily-lidded eyes, though less emaciated. She went gray early, wore thin-rimmed glasses, and had the look of an old spinster librarian. They were both the two youngest daughters of an Orthodox priest from Mordovia and had four living older sisters (two had died already), but were estranged from them. They both enjoyed discussing how they’d been disowned by their conservative family, Antiopa for eloping with a Jew (who just so happened to Efah Saulovna’s older brother, Gavril) and Melanippa for her political beliefs.

Gavril Saulovich and Antiopa had two or three daughters, one of whom ended up marrying Alsu Andreyevna‘s son, which just goes to show you what an tight-knit group they were, and they remained so until they were all liquidated in 1940. I am not certain whatever became of Sofoniya Gavrilovna and Azgar Borisovich’s baby.” 

— An excerpt from the memoirs of Pelagiya Yuriyevna Vartanian, second wife of Ksantip Kiprianovich Zelinsky

Extracts from Chernyshova’s original written confession:

“… I helped destroy my former comrades, Vishnevskaya, Kardos, Klyukvin, Zhovnirenko, Sadovskaya, Ozolina, Malinina, Geyer, Plaksenko, Kalnietyte, Liepa, Krukovskaya, Khristoforova, Saranchina, Baltais, Arkhipienka, Saranchin... I also destroyed Cheremisina, a woman I lived with for years and whose bed I shared. I used to call her my chubby little bunny, you know…. I’m sure Valery Vsevolodovich and Alsu Andreyevna will try to use that as a trump card against me, but I’m not about to deny it. Yes, I loved Lena once and yes, I betrayed and destroyed her all the same.

So too did I destroy Aurors, writers, Vedmas and Vedmaks, current and former members of the SK, Babushkin’s comrades in arms; yes, even ordinary witches and wizards. I can still hear them screaming and weeping even now, begging me to believe that they weren’t spies or traitors. Little did they know that I often did believe them; I just didn’t much care. There was precious little evidence in most cases, but denunciations and confessions that we extracted from torturing them half to death and threatening their families. Some went to their deaths thinking that they were dying for some higher purpose. At one time, I too believed that the killings were necessary to safeguard our land and our people. Yet, I can only conclude now that they all died for absolutely nothing.

Kulchytskaya used to tell us that, as Zhnetsy, we were like family and while we existed primarily to protect the party, our people, and our motherland, we also had a duty to protect each other. And I have failed in my duty, completely. I cannot see how anything I’ve done in the past four years has helped protect anything. This was not killing and terror for the sake of a brighter future and it has almost certainly destroyed our future, not saved it.

The reality is that if war is coming, then our party and our land and our people are unquestionably doomed. Should Grindelwald and his army invade, our motherland will be conquered and all people, both magic and zemlyanin, killed or enslaved. There is no section of society we haven’t decimated, uprooted, and decapitated, so what hope do we have to even fight them now, let alone defeat them? All I can see for our future is darkness and destruction on an even greater scale.

I did not betray my people or my motherland in the way you say, with treason, coups, or espionage, but I could not have done more harm to them if I had. I will not plead for my life, for I have no desire to keep living any longer. I can barely sleep and when I do, the nightmares are too much to bear. Nothing brings me joy anymore and I cannot imagine that it ever will. I want to be killed as soon as possible, because I cannot live with myself knowing that I helped destroy everything that I swore I would protect.

Chernyshova, Melanippa Ippolitovna; 4 February 1940 ”

[ gifs originally by @lyrabelacquad ]

[shatteredminds]

Souls of night, cast of the Night domain

Left to right, goes by birth order. Some of them are children of the other gods here to.

First row-

Aina Caresse Rhaghverala Lokison(Anashi Reflecna Kisharnva), physically 17, 5'2, Mirror Goddess.

Mammon Kohana Rhaghverii Lokison, physically 28, 6'10, Demon God.

Icarus Cardinal Rhaghverii Lokison(Inactu Deaevasta Kisharnva), physically 23, 6'5, Death God.

Hulda Razi Rhaghverala Lokison(Hidasha Mystarona Kisharnva), physically 27, 5'3, Mystery Goddess.

Twila Hansila Rhaghverala Lokison(Darsais Midnah Kisharnva), physically 22, 5'9, Twilight Goddess.

Eha Melva Rhaghverala Lokison(Divoa Erlias Kisharnva), physically 17, 5'2. Dawn Goddess.

Second row-

Anima Anamosa Rhaghverala Lokison-Saari(Solleu Kairsa Kisharnva), physically 18, 5'2. Soul Goddess.

Jericho Stearn Rhachverii Lokison(Jernash Monaca Kisharnva), physically 27, 6'10. Moon God.

Morana Agrona Rhaghverala Lokison, physically 18, 5'0. Death Goddess.

Sirius Kong Rhaghverii Lokison Rhaghverii Lokison(Ematy Nulvoi Kisharnva), physically 28, 6'8. Void God.

Shakuntala Kavindra Rhaghverala Lokison, physically 12, 5'4. Curse Goddess.

Artemis Sela Rhaghverala Lokison, physically 16, 4'11. Moon Goddess.

Third row-

Doireann Ketzi Rhaghverala Lokison, physically 28, 4'10. Sullen Goddess.

Aster Sana Rhaghverala Lokison, physically 21, 5'3. Star Goddess.

Leto Acheflow Rhaghverala Lokison, physically 17, 5'0. Forgotten Goddess.

Thebe Amisa Rhaghverala Lokison(Lunea Muhvail Kisharnva), physically 28, 5'9. Lunar Goddess.

Halo Bhaskara Jernashii Lokison, physically 13, 5'9. Lunar God.

Hieronymus Orin Rhaghverii Lokison, physically 23, 6'1. Hell God.

Fourth row-

Kriemhild Orenda Rhaghverala Lokison, physically 25, 5'5. Grim Goddess.

Grimwald Kele Rhaghverii Lokison, physically 25, 6'3, Grim God.

Hel Roana Rhaghverala Lokison, physically 15, 4'9. Hell Goddess.

Eli Renishaw Rhaghverii Lokison, physically 13, 5'7. Curse God.

Amos Ghayth Hidashaii Lokison, physically 13, 5'11. Corruption God.

Gypsy Hiti Hidashala Lokison, physically 13, 5'5. Corruption Goddess.

Fifth row-

Athena Alcine Rhaghverala Lokison(Warmarx Victani Kisharnva), physically 25, 5'6. War Goddess.

Aries Herryk Rhaghverii Lokison(Brutivar Battavis Kisharnva), physically 25, 6'5. War God.

Arrats Kilian Rhaghverii Lokison, physically 15, 6'1. Dusk God.

Erebus Efah Hidashaii Lokison, physically 18, 6'11. Shadow God.

Claudius Frean Hidashaii Lokison, physically 15, 6'0. Poison God.

Belladonna Adrianna Hidashala Lokison, physically 15, 5'11. Poison Goddess.

Sixth row-

Neferkare Nen Solleuii Lokison-Saari, physically 14, 5'11. Soul God.

Abaddon Tynan Hidashaii Lokison, physically 16, 6'4. Abyss God.

Werther Inigo Rhaghverii Lokison, physically 26, 6'3. Sorrow God.

Dean Kelekouo Hidashaii Lokison, physically 17, 6'4. Hollow God.

Deimos Rand Brutivarii Lokison(Dradi Sanico Kisharnva), physically 15, 6'4. Dread God.

Phobio Telfour Brutivarii Lokison(Pheirlak Hixash Kisharnva), physically 15, 6'4. Fear God.

[the-night-bird]

Part 1:

```*My first Adrenaline*```

"Beep!Beep!Beep!Beep!".My alarm clock range,time for a new day,my birthday.Yet,this was just 3:15am,lil' early right?I'd explain later

Struggling out of bed,my body felt like it lost its soul,or the soul lost the body,I couldn't tell. I stumbled to the dining room,making a cup of my coffee.

"Ding-Dong" the doorbell sounded. Wait,was that the doorbell? It's 3:27am in the Morning!! I said in my stressed mind. "Uhh,coming! I said.

I hassled to the door,still real scared to the point I could hear my heartbeat. Who could it be? Efah?Zak? No wait,Efah's out of town and Zac's busy with his honeymoon. Then who could it be?! Getting to the door, "Wh-Who's there?!" I stammered.

There was no reply,only the trees making their usual noisy waves.

Two minutes passed and no reply,I thought probably it was just some weary noises in my head,moreso,it was a tough night I guess. I hurried back to my table, hoping I could drink my coffee without any funny noise.

"Ding-Dong!"the doorbell rang again. My eyes widened. It was no noise this time,I was sure. I hurried to the door armed with a knife like I was going for a war. Yeah,I was probably skilled with the bread knife. With my left shoulder against the door,I opened it slowly hoping it was just a friend or something.

There was no one.

Wait, what's this? It was a box,a not-so-big vandablack box. I came out the door,looked sideways and around.

There was no one.

I took the box in, hoping it was probably a gift from a neighbor,of course,it was birthday.

I placed it on the circular Maple table,while I sat.

There was something real off about this box. Was it its weird heaviness,yet small size,or the weird black color,or the golden letters atop it?

"Nascondere!" It read.

"Hide!". I mumbled.

That's italian for "hide" What's this?Who dropped this? My adrenaline grew boundlessly. Could it just be a some game or something? Or was this just some prank?

A new question popped up.I swallowed my saliva, pushing myself to open the box.

I fell back,stumbling over the chair,my mind now completely dead from the new.

It was a human finger,covered in blood!

[efahsblog]

She thought it was over. But she can't deny it. Deep down, something breaks deep down, anytime she hears his name.

Efah Ikuenobe