#Foa

[chrysanthemumgames]

Blood of the Living - Demo 1

Hello everyone!

As promised, today I have released the first public demo for Blood of the Living, sequel to Fields of Asphodel.

You can play here (moody.ink).

Or here (Dashingdon).

The demo contains the character creator from FoA, plus a basic 'save creation' system, so that at least some of the flavor text in BotL will reflect your FoA playthrough of choice.

Keep in mind, of course, that only playthroughs that resulted in the Underworld Ending (those where the PC chose to spend half time or more in the Underworld), will be carried into the sequel. The Olympus Ending is a complete story as-is, and the sequel will not continue from it.

Chapters One and Two of the game are both included in the demo, to a total of approximately 120,000 words.

Features:

Tone indicators are making a comeback. You'll have to turn them on from the stats screen, as they are off by default.

A new feature that allows you to more permanently set touch preferences is also available from the stats screen. By default, the game will still periodically inquire whether your inclinations or aversions regarding physical touch have changed, but if you'd rather just set this and forget it, the new option may be for you.

NPC initiative also returns, and is on by default. More information on all these settings can be found in the stats screen, if you're not sure what I'm talking about.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the demo!

[gncrezan]

several (mostly) silly foa doodles

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 52, 28 décembre 1895, Paris. Souhaits de bonne année à nos chères Lectrices. (Happy New Year wishes to our dear Readers.) No. 7. — Toilettes de réception (dessin de A. Foa). Bibliothèque nationale de France

(1) Robe de satin vert clair et de brocart à fleurs multicolores. Corsage suissesse en velours vert, entouré de chinchilla avec passementerie perlée, décolleté sur une chemisette de mousseline de soie rose. Manches empire en brocart. Sur les épaules et à l'encolure, gros nœud de dentelle. Même nœud à la ceinture. Jupe à godets, très large du bas, derrière en satin, devant en brocart, chinchilla en ourlet dans le bas.

(1) Dress in light green satin and brocade with multi-colored flowers. Swiss bodice in green velvet, surrounded by chinchilla with pearl trimmings, neckline on a blouse of pink silk muslin. Empire sleeves in brocade. On the shoulders and at the neckline, large lace bow. Same bow at the belt. Godet skirt, very wide at the bottom, back in satin, front in brocade, chinchilla hem at the bottom.

Métrage: 6 mètres satin, 5 mètres brocart, 2 mètres velours.

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(2) Toilette de peau de soie mauve. Corsage plat recouvert par un volant de guipure blanche avec velours violet au-dessus; empiècement de soie maïs montant en col drapé. Manches nouvelles, ornées de velours posés en pointes avec plumes d'autruche sur les épaules. Jupe à godets, avec piques de petits velours sur les côtés.

(2) Purple peau de soie ensemble. Flat bodice covered by a white guipure flounce with purple velvet above; corn silk yoke rising to a draped collar. New sleeves, decorated with velvet placed in points with ostrich feathers on the shoulders. Godet skirt, with small velvet peaks on the sides.

Métrage: 16 mètres peau de soie mauve.

[kacetheplace]

"It's all right," he says softly. "It's done. No one can take you away now. Not without my being able to take you back." You swallow thickly, and it has nothing to do with the taste of fruit.

- Fields of Asphodel by @chrysanthemumgames

[moriphyte]

some l’manfam + ran sketches from class

like ghosts in old photos

[kondz1u]

Another low effort to secure the daily post, original was about a specific ship but decided to make it neutral. |||(*ˊᗜˋ*)

I have some ideas in my head (and some asks/propositions!!) but absolutely no energy to actually make any of em come true... (╥﹏╥)

[mothmonarch]

I'm working on the newest Friends of Anthrocon for 2024! Here's Eve, a Friend introduced last year for the Even Hotel. Did anyone notice her water bottle?

[shizzlesisntevenaword]

Cardan: *banishes Jude to the mortal world and denies her position as the High Queen of Elfhame, a position he himself offered her that only the two of them know and only he can confirm, right after convincing her to free him of his servitude of her, seemingly outsmarting her in a mere few hours*

Jude:

Cardan:

Jude: >:(

Cardan: aRe yOU ImPReSsEd?

[pseudogirlie]

i CANNOT stay consistent with my persephone for FoA... but....... i think......... she's...... coming together in this one ....... finally 😭

[szaryherbatnik]

I think the shipname for felix and toa should be ackernui because theres simply no better option.

[chrysanthemumgames]

Demo Announcement - BotL

Hey everyone!

The early access cycle for the first demo of Asphodel's sequel, Blood of the Living, begins tomorrow. That means my Patrons get access to it in staggered groups for the next ten days and, importantly, the public release of the demo should take place on Saturday, October 26.

As it stands, the demo consists of a character and 'save creation' system, plus 130,000 words, or the first two complete chapters. I hope you'll look forward to reading it.

[bethanyannfanart]

Did you know I LOVE @hollyblack Folk of the Air? Here's an illustration for chapter two, which is only one sentence but so enrapturing!

[amad3u5-m0zar1]

In the same way, you love me.

(Could be seen as almost any variation of Hades/Persephone but particularly inspired by Fields of Asphodel by @asphodelgame. Woke up inspired and feverishly wrote this down before I could lose it. So I apologize of any typos or other errors.)

“Are you afraid of me?” Persephone asked Hades, as cool hands brushed soft strands of hair from their cheek. As gentle as one might caress the petals of a flower. “I’m afraid that I might come to hurt you. That you might come to find my presence painful. Afraid that when the day comes that I must let you go, I will have to make a choice. To let you be free of me, and lose a part of myself. Or cling to you and risk crushing you.” Persephone smiled, something happy and yet not. It was rare for the god of the dead to lay bare his own burdens. It made them happy that their husband trusted them enough to lift the veil. But also sad that the man so willing to take on the burden of others when they themselves bore so much. 

“You could never hurt me or cause me pain. And should the day come that I must leave you, I will be leaving a part of myself in turn to replace the piece I took. And should you cling to me, I would cling to you just as hard so that we are both crushed gladly.” Hades sighed, the words were a comfort, and yet still he could not bring himself to wholly believe them. “Why? Why would something so beautiful, so bright, care so much for me? Why cling to the host of many? To the watcher of souls?” “Because Agesander, I love you deeply.” That epithet, which usually brought him so much pain, was spoken so gently, so reverently, that it made his heart ache. And yet again he could only question. “Why?”

“In the same way, you love me. In the same way, you love life. You are everything I am not. Everything I long for. Everything I need whether I know it or not. You look upon life and you envy its joy, its warmth. You long to reach out to it and feel shame when it withers. But I know you know better than to think that it is nothing but happiness and pleasure. It is also sadness and pain in equal measure. For every kindness there is cruelty. If death is nothingness then life is everything all at once. The beauty of the rose and the prick of its thorns. The regal elk and the hungry wolves that stalk it. Love and hate that can move people to the same extremes. You look upon me and see beauty. But there is an ugliness there as well. Life is burdensome my dear. It wears upon the body, mind, and soul. Sometimes gently, a stream carving its way through the soil and leaving sediment behind. Sometimes rough, a shuddering quake that leaves great rifts in its wake. Scarring the earth even after its edges are smoothed with time and its depths filled in.”

Hades’ head tilted with puzzlement. He did not deny Persephone’s words, He was well aware of the pain life could bring, and yet he could not see the ugliness they spoke of. Was love not worth facing hate? Was joy not worth the sorrow? He kept his questions to himself as Persephone continued. “The day you brought me here I was anxious and a bit scared. But you quelled my fears almost instantly. Taking away my burdens with such ease. You see it as the day you stole me away from the sun. But to me, it was the first time I could take a truly deep breath, never realizing before that I had been gasping. You were afraid that your touch would chill me. But it is a balm against my heated skin. You feared I would miss the sun, and I do, its light and its warmth. But I do not miss the way it would sting my eyes or burn my skin. I smile when I see the sun, but I would always return here when given the choice.”

Persephone smiled, and it was all the sun Hades needed. “You are Agesander, the god who carries away all. And you take so much more than life. You take away joy yes, but also pain and suffering. You wipe clean love, but also hatred and disgust. You take the world off the shoulders of men and apologize for it.” Persephone chuckled as if Hades had nothing to apologize for. “Life is a burden, my dear, it weighs on the chest and makes it hard to breathe. And you, by your mere presence take away that burden. In my eyes you are peace, you are a sanctuary. The final rest that every soul longs for. I will not say that your duty is a joyful one. So much good is lost in the process, but so much pain as well. Whether they enter your domain gladly or tragically. You still save the souls in your care. From both the burden of life and the pain of dying. Just as you saved me. Stealing me away from my gilded cage so that I could fly freely. You took the rose from its garden so that here it could grow wild without having to clip its thorns. Because you would love it all the same. My dear Hades, I love you with every fiber of my being just as you love me.”

And still, Hades was confused. Did they not see how much they lost? Did they not see the pain death left the still living? How could losing everything you are possibly be worth peace? How could lifting one’s burdens be worthy of losing everything else? Could they not see it? The ugliness in… And then he realized. No, they couldn’t, no more than he could see the ugliness Persephone saw in themselves. That raised the question, was there ugliness in both of them that they were blind to? Or did they both see ugliness in themselves that wasn’t there? He wasn’t sure. But as he looked into Persephone’s loving gaze, he somehow knew that he could see the same gaze in the depths of a mirror. 

He pressed his forehead against Persephone’s. Unable to speak for a long moment. The idea of wanting to crawl into another’s skin was something Hades had always seen as something violent in nature. But now he understood. He would give anything to be wholly one with this deity of spring. If they could see something beautiful in him, something worth loving. Then maybe he could learn to see the same. “I love you dearly.” He muttered softly. Persephone smiled but didn’t reply. They didn’t need to. 

[viquipo]

Welcome to Firmian Order Academy! Oc reference sheets, [oldest to youngest]

I've thought about introducing my ocs on here for a while, and since I remade their ref sheets I thought it could be a good excuse. I've been with this universe since I was around 12, so all these characters have changed and grown with me and I'm unhealthily attached to them.

If you're curious about any character/ overarching story my inbox is always open!

It would actually mean the world to me if someone found my characters compelling... Yk cause I'm their mother and everything

[moriphyte]

answer to the age old question: what would wilbur look like without bangs

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[goldenjellyfish12]