#araline

[graphitesblog]

Diablo 4, I've been playing it and have actively been enjoying my time with it. Here's some stories I made with my characters.

Brisa Reyn

"She'll not only cure you of your hemorrhaging but give it back to you for half the price!"

My vampire, my sweet hot Gothic vampire lady. Honestly when I was first introduced into the character creator I didn't really use a whole lot because I was already given the best preset to make them with. Probably luck on the RNG but I like the little details I added with them. Brisa will quite literally suck the life right out of you!

Araline

Her thighs can crush rocks and stones, and to be honest it was already impressive having such thick and luscious thighs! Just ask the imps, they tell their shamans to hide just so they can get that beautiful thigh goddess to keep going far longer than what is necessary. Thiccccc thighs take lives.

Afeen lieley

Don't be fooled by her cool and cold appearance, she'll shock you with her burning passion! Or just set you on fire.

Sherine

Afeen fucks her, yeah,

Afeen knows what's she likes.

Tsetseg

She will make you bleed, it only takes one cut from her sword and you are done for. She walks away as if nothing happened but then suddenly... you drop.

[dancestorshipping]

Meuranea? Meuranea for the poor?

(=^ω^=) SPIDERCAT FOR THE POOR!!!!!!!!

I KEEP FORGETTING HER GLASSES IM SORRYYYYYYYY

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for Aralin; we are so pleased with this Match. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Superboy isn't beating Match,” she informs him pleasantly. “Probably hasn't beaten him even once. Match is just accepting what Superboy's offering. Which, on that note: Kon, oh my god, Kal and I really need to give you some tutoring on Kryptonian . . . everything, seriously. Like, that's our bad, we really should've done it properly by now, but still.” 

Kon frowns, looking confused. Kara pats his arm reassuringly. 

“It's not your fault, just I officially understand why Match gets so pissed off at just the sight of you at this point,” she tells him. “Although in my defense, I didn't realize the Agenda was actually this stupid. And I definitely didn't realize that Match was cloned before you differentiated.” 

Kon . . . frowns. 

“When did you differentiate again?” Kara asks. “Like just . . . how soon after you first met Match, exactly?” 

Kon turns red, looking embarrassed. So–basically immediately, then. Yup.

“Figures,” Kara says wryly, patting his arm again.

[septicrodent]

Oh boy it's these losers

Blank sheet below

[nihils-trolls]

The Artifice, Aralin Resham

[cloudbattrolls]

Bear of a Task

Doroch Chromh | Hoarfrost Cliffs

They hadn’t felt the cold in centuries, but Doroch would still swear there was some sort of ache settling into the shadowy mass that passed for their body.

Perhaps it was merely a flight of fancy, their yearning for troll form affecting their mind now that it was actually in reach.

However, they had to admit being flesh and blood would make their current goal a lot harder to achieve.

The dullahan crouched in the branches of a pine tree on the edge of a forest, surveying the frozen cliff below. If they’d had breath, it would have billowed out among the green needles to drip off them briefly before turning to ice.

The armband was here, and it was almost certainly being kept by one of those overgrown balls of fur lumbering around below in the miles of land that comprised the Hoarfrost Cliffs. 

Aralin had warned them about the bears, and for once, they hadn’t scoffed; though cold couldn’t hurt them and they were undead, the magic in the creatures’ elemental abilities could still do some damage. 

A gust of freezing air whistled through the green needles, tossing their branch around as they gritted their teeth in annoyance, false ears flicking. It wasn’t as if they had any true weight to hold it down; their cape and clothes were made from the same shadowy substance as their body. 

They looked at the sky, gauging the time; it would probably be better to do this with some moonlight, and they figured they had a few hours left of it before the sun started to rise. They had fae senses to help them in blinding light, but it would limit their physical sight, being a thing of darkness. 

Bright enough rays shone right through them, as if they simply weren’t there. As if they made no impact on the world at all; no footsteps, no breath.

The dullahan closed their white eyes for a moment. Soon enough, they could live again.

They looked down at the bears again, considering how best to get the creatures away from their stashes - they’d narrowed the location down to one large den - for a considerable period of time. They didn’t know exactly where the band was yet; only that it was in that network of tunnels, likely buried deep in the earth.

Food might work. But first they’d have to get ahold of some. Or perhaps more valuables to catch their greedy eyes, though…the creature would certainly want to take it back to its den. Scratch that.

They could just make two bears - the one the den belonged to and and another brute - fight each other.

Doroch preferred that plan, on the grounds that it did some of the work for them and it weakened at least two potential enemies at once. It also meant they didn’t have to waste time scurrying about after anything else and potentially attract attention. They didn’t know how good these things’ senses were for detecting magical beings, even concealed ones. 

Hence sitting way up in this - a giant gust of wind blew, tossing them back and forth - tree.

All it would take was a little bit of trickery and some patience.

The dullahan descended, floating back down as their green cape - incorporeal as the rest of their body usually was - rippled up behind the fae. A crying shame no one was here to see it, the effect was quite good, if they said so themself.

Now, they had to make sure they crept up on the things…

Doroch melted into pure shadow, a dark stain slithering around the forest floor, clinging to the dark spaces under tree branches as it avoided the light.

The beams didn’t hurt, but in this state, if they were caught without anything nearby to cast shade…the consequences would be dire.

They slipped near a solitary bear, pawing around the burrow of some smaller animal hoping for food. 

They covered the burrow entrance in darkness; the bear squinted and huffed, its ears twitching in irritation. It backed up a few steps.

Doroch tugged at the shadows at the corner of its vision, making it swing its head back and forth, hinting and teasing at the shape of prey. A pity they couldn’t add in the scent of something; that would really get these brutes’ attention.

They brought down a small but focused veil of darkness over this part of the forest as well, giving the creature another incentive to move on, as it grumbled and growled. 

They baited it toward their second target, creating shadowy illusions to keep it on the right track, even hauling a half-decayed pika carcass they found to lead it on as one would with a carrot to a donkey; what a stroke of luck! 

They so missed being able to reanimate corpses, but this was almost as good.

Now, time to get the other one to cooperate.

The other bear was decidedly less cooperative, not responding to Doroch’s attempts to get it away from the rough tree bark it was rubbing up against to scratch an itch on its side, but once the other beast got close enough it sniffed the air and became still, small dark eyes narrowing as hostility welled up in them.

It growled, detecting an intruder in its territory, and began lumbering in that direction.

Oh, speed up, will you? Thought the dullahan.

But there was nothing for it; they had to wait for the two to cross paths, ensure they did, and then skip off to the lair. 

The dullahan spent a very boring ten minutes or so counting icicles on the pine and birch trees as they waited for the two animals to get within sight of each other.

There was a brief, tense pause as the two massive ursines stared each other down, about forty feet apart. Then they both reared up on their hind legs, but did not charge.

Doroch groaned. What would it take for these stupid creatures to get on with it? 

Wait. The pika corpse!

They’d shoved it in their own shadows to conceal it, and now they took it out again and hurled it to land evenly on the snowy ground between the two bears.

Doroch didn’t stick around as the animals finally went at each other, grinning in satisfaction as they turned into shadow again and wove through the darkness to get to the lair they needed.

The dullahan stood at the entrance, false ears twitching. Yes, this was it. They could sense the bracer…as well as a few other magical signatures. 

This might take some time.

They glided down, down into the deep burrow, the tunnels of the den extending longer and further underground than they had thought they might. 

They passed treasures of metals and gems, but not the one they were looking for; if they had been alive they would have taken some, but what good were precious things to them now? They couldn’t buy anything they could keep, or use.

No, best keep going into this dark, dank place that reeked of bear. They could have chosen to shut the scent out, but one never knew when smell might come in handy, and it was less of a distraction than it would be if they were alive.

They wandered along, listening, sending out the darkness as best they could, growing closer to their -

Small snufflings and whines came from not far away. Little warm bodies licking and tumbling over each other, their breath damp and carrying the same scent clinging to the rest of the burrow. 

Oh bugger.

They heard a distant roar.

Doroch ran - well, not really, but they picked up the pace, not that they’d been dragging their metaphorical feet. They did the shadowy equivalent of sprint onward, accidentally slid past their goal, and then went back, the magical signature finally pulsing so strongly it was like a beating drum in their false head.

Cubs! Of course there were cubs. 

Hopefully it wouldn’t matter - aha!

The glint of the bracer caught their eye. Barely there, nearly indistinguishable from the other items it was nestled against in the rock in a physical sense…but it shone with power.

Doroch paused. It wouldn’t be trapped, would it? Surely Aralin would have told them…

Then again, she might not.

They heard another, closer roar, and decided to grab the thing, shove it in a shadow, and safely dissolve into one themself -

- snuffling. Scraping. Cold, freezing magic slowing them down…

Oh these stupid beasts.

Doroch knew there was nothing for it. The thing’s aura was too strong and it had just caught them at its edge, slowing them to a glacial - ha - pace.

They gritted their shadowy teeth and knew the only way out was through, and the only way through was past a shaggy irate lump and its magically icy abilities.

The dullahan, thankfully, had picked up a trick or two from the other supernatural creatures they’d associated with since being made a fae, and they prayed like hell that one of those tricks would work now.

Rising out of the shadows, the undead shrieked almost as loudly as a banshee might, hard enough to hurt even a throat made of darkness.

Bears don’t feel fear. Or if they do, it’s not like sapient beings do; for them fear is always accompanied by an overpowering rage. They know damn well that even if they can’t win, they can fight, and they’re not about to let anyone forget it. 

Doroch might’ve respected that had they not just been a hair’s breadth from icy, ravaging claws as the bear lashed out, stunned and clumsy but still with oh so much reach as it nearly took their false head as they fled back up through the den.

Throat burning, body freezing, the dullahan was more than happy to see moonlight again and flew up a tree once more, pausing to gather their energy again.

“Aralin.” They muttered when they could finally speak again.

“You better appreciate this.”

The wind rustled the pines’ needles, giving the undead no reply.

[tellurian-in-aristasia]

A little more about Aristasian holidays. I'm quite interested to know about the metaphorical significance of coming down a chimney might be to Aristasians. If I would guess, I would guess it has something to do with the hearth, which is a common theme in Aristasian spirituality. Perhaps another pette who has more knowledge of Aristasian and Madrian Spirituality could fill me in on the symbolism of the Star Fairy entering homes through the chimney.

[midncghts]

benji  leans  his  head  backward  as  he  exhales  deeply  ,  his  weariness  evident  as  he  reclines  on  the  couch  for  a  brief  moment  .  " aralin  , "  he  says  ,    " i'm  well  aware  that  today  is  my  birthday  .  the  calendar  doesn't  escape  my  notice  . "  he  states  ,  his  voice  tinged  with  a  touch  of  sarcasm  ,  his  gaze  peering  intently  over  the  rims  of  his  glasses  .  he  tucks  his  pencil  behind  his  ear  while  a  book  rests  delicately  upon  his  knees  . birthdays  had  long  ceased  to  be  momentous  occasions  for  benji  .  parties  and  the  allure  of  presents  had  waned  as  he  grew  older  ,  gradually  fading  into  distant  memories  .  over  time  ,  he  had  become  accustomed  to  spending  this  day  like  any  other — immersed  in  the  captivating  pages  of  books  .  had  learned  to  deflect  the  significance  of  the  date  ,  allowing  it  to  pass  without  delving  into  the  contemplation  of  his  own  uniqueness  .  for  him  ,  it  was  merely  another  twenty-four-hour  cycle  in  the  grand  tapestry  of  life  .  " that  doesn't  mean  we  have  to  do  something  special  .  don't  worry  . "  benji  adds  ,  his  attention  shifting  back  to  the    book  before  him  .  @flwercrwn

[skelly-draws]

Drew my wizard and her birb in the little Hey Ya dance meme

[rainyearning]

[nice2meetyouu]

Magulo ang Isip Part 3

Medyo natanggap ko nang 'yung main job ngayon medyo long-haul at dapat planuhin ang energy allocation para mag-last ako until the end of the year. Also, hindi masyadong useful ang job hopping dito. Small world. Magkakakilala lahat. Kung magjo-job hop man, dapat sa Luxembourg. Chareng!!!

Actually, baka masyado lang akong nagmamadali. Nagmamadaling makaipon. Nagmamadaling umangat sa buhay. Nagmamadaling maging komportable. Nagmamadaling makaipon at makapag-retire (agad agad?!) nang may pera. What can I say, hindi naman ako fond of hardwork. Kung super mario bros ito, gusto ko nang mag-warp zone.

Most likely, sobra akong nagmamadali. Gusto ko nang maging kampante sa sarili ko at mag-feeling stable. Gawa na rin ng self-imposed burden na ikinukumpara ko pa rin subconsciously 'yung sarili ko sa mga dati kong classmate na ngayon manager na and so on (kasi 5 years na silang nagwowork). Or gawa ng pagka-disillusion na parang hindi namamaximize 'yung MBA ko. 😂 Masyadong maraming gusto. Hindi ba pwedeng mag-focus ka na lang sa isang bagay, self. Tumigil ka na.

Tumigil ka na sa kakaisip at i-enjoy mo ang buhay.

[brokendeerteeth]

You, dead, are so much better then anyone else alive.

When a physicist falls in love :)

Richard Feynman's love letter to his deceased wife, 1946.

[nihils-trolls]

Both currently alive Reshams have/have had lion-sheep lusii. Not the little farm sheep either. They're more like bighorns you find in the wild.

[elfaegyo]

인사이드 (INSIDE)

Boah,  Bohyung Geurae joa weonhandamyeon noheulge Mani gyeondyeosseo nae kkoin maeumeul Geurae neodo jichil ttaedo dwaetji Heomhan nae ipe neul jjillyeotji Nae geokjeong ma neon geunyang tteonamyeon dwae Gunggeumhae ma dwidolmyeon naminikka Dachilkkabwa apeulkkabwa kkeutkkaji chakhan ge neonikka Shireo ni mal an deureul geoya Shireo mweol haedo nae maminde Neon geunyang gal gil ga ijeura haji…

[nihils-trolls]

I have a few that are going under the cut ↓

Left: Nyxtra, The Gloaming- she was a witch with the ability to manipulate space and teleport around. Though, by imperial record she was supposedly drowned for practicing magic.

Right: Aralin, The Artifice- another witch who was relatively well known for her inventions that blended science/engineering with magic. Unfortunately also killed for practicing magic.

The not-so-magic individuals. Left: Tilala, The Hooligan- an infamous pirate that wreaked havoc on the seas long ago. She stole an imperial admiral's ship, defaced it and called it her own. With her psi, it's rumored that she was able to channel and call down bolts of lightning.

Right: Iyesha, The Bastille- a psionic warrior in the fleet of nights past. She had hardlight projections (force fields) that could withstand strong explosions.

everyone must show me and tell me about your female ancestors in the reblogs. its very important

[torveiglyart]

FINAL CHAPTER YAYY

And, of course, my official art :D (first two are screencap edits)

Chapter one:

Chapter four:

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