#companion piece

[stupidseeker]

[paper-possum-party-pal]

Our favorite British bastard in situations!

Companion piece to the Stanley drawings!

Closeups!

And an extra older sketch featuring a centaur narrator based on @cosmokrill’s drawings of the narrator as a centaur which tells you I made these drawings after little after June 22! Go look at their art it’s so huggable looking!

[cosmic-seer]

Surprise! A thief!

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Dipplinshipping Week 2024

Day 1: First Impression / Muse

Companion piece to this blurb written by the lovely @kyokokusakabe :))

[night-market-if]

The Night Market's Forgotten Memories

Officially announcing the Night Market's Forgotten Memories. Written by Zinnia Demitasse and all artwork done by @mooreaux. This is our first joint foray into the world together and has been a passion project of ours.

Forgotten Memories is a companion piece to book 1 of the Night Market. A lot of these stories can be found in their rough draft version on my Patreon. However, in this book, they have been edited, added to and have some gorgeous art to go along with them. On top of that, more stories have been added that have never been seen beore.

Overall, enjoy 60 plus short stories from the RO's POV and over 40 images that have never been released before.

Note: Available on Itch.io only for the moment. Steam TBA

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[vvachillessongvv]

High Tide

Rated E - 5,940 words

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Simon's every movement in life was so fluid, much like the water he was born from. During their intimate moments, it was something that enthralled Wille entirely. Simon’s body rolling against his like a surge from the sea itself, their hips grinding together in a slow dance to the sound of their gasps and moans.

or

A companion piece to Siren wherein love and sex are synonymous

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or read from the very beginning

[mmuffncakes]

the companion art piece to this fic that i wrote as a birthday gift for the ever effervescent @nightingalesighs happy birthday han !!!!!! <3333333 i hope you enjoy this and everything else good that happens to you today <3

[27paperlilies]

Watching Where am I you ask. Okay I'll tell you. I am in the absence of remembered somethings, and in the presence of the forgotten most, I hide in ravens wings and bundle up too close. I reside in the edges, blurry and smoking at mouth, sickly sweet perfume, spread from north to south. I crawl amongst the wood mulch looking up with beatles eyes, looking out these windows, I can hardly wave goodbye. Be careful with your footing and be mindful what you drop, I sink in the corner shadows, behind your younglings cot. So, when you wonder where I watch or ponder where I wait, never assume it's fields of light, or I may just give you quiet the fright, a fear you'll never shake.

[riversofmars]

Companion Piece is one of my favourite episodes actually.

[kyokokusakabe]

Dippinshipping Week 2024 Day 1

First Impression/Muse

Companion piece to this amazing artwork by the radiant @cosmic-seer <3

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With a cheeky giggle, Juliana took a small bite out of the caramelised apple, with Kieran staring at her as she did it.

Ever since their meeting, Kieran had noticed many things about Juliana. Her mischievousness, her care for her Pokemon, the way she twirled her braid when she was embarrassed.

This wasn’t normal for friends. His face wasn’t supposed to burn whenever he looked at her. He wasn’t supposed to smile whenever he spoke her name. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way.

He admired her. She was strong and compassionate. He aspired to be someone like her, he shouldn’t desire her. Not like that. She was too amazing. She deserved much better than him.

Her laughter took him out of his thoughts. She called him “cute”. He wouldn’t be able to recover from this.

Juliana slipped the caramelised apple out of his hand. It was the second thing she stole from him.

[adrian-sheppy]

I got fucking possessed

[th3-0bjectivist]

The Great Shrine of the Winged Ones, and a refuge for the Ash Landers

Hard North and then due East from the very center of the continent, within the inhospitable wastes of the Ash, there still stands a set of 66-story tall, interconnected bone and stone spires that were once nested by three proud clans of gryphons. This was a celestial shrine built by the fierce and conquering raptors that ruled the skies above the Realm but have long since abandoned Atma’Zae to spite man's vanity and self-worship. For the gryphons worshipped only the Moon, and first built this site as an ancestral burial ground for their fallen after a great battle. This was the one and only gryphon-settled city in the whole of Atma’Zae, once nesting a quarter million gryphons in and around the mountainy region. There are three stars that are closest to the Realm in the starry heavens, and the gryphons, who still received astral knowledge from their creator through sacrifice and ritual, began to understand that each sun, and the moon, represented one of the four seasons. To commemorate this astrophysical discovery, the gryphons famously began to fashion a needle eye that rose from the ceremonial remains of their fallen and became directed at the starry heavens to confirm the changing of the seasons. The blue star, Xear, represented the coming of winter for the Realm. The orange star, Qo, would signal the coming spring. And the red star, Nuc, would herald a hot summer. Then came autumn and the harvest Moon, Appaxxis, who was the gryphon's still-living God. When each of the three suns and the one moon passed seamlessly through the center of the tower's eye, you would know when each season had come and when they were giving way to another.

Once known as Jho’Xgem’Sul, these were the names of the three great gryphon tribes that assisted man and merkind push back the reign of the Realm's original tyrant. Q'Er, an ogre-giant, had long fooled men into believing that he was the one true God in the Realm with his sheer size and might. The gryphons however stayed true to their ascended God, who was the physical Moon, and refused to abandon their traditions to give Q'Er absolute dominion over their destiny. In an act of rage and terror, Q'Er desecrated the gryphon's original forest home, Xerex, sending the Winged Ones reeling into the four winds. At first, the gryphons panicked and were horrified by what the giant had wrought. But they noted that they could move much farther and much faster than the clumsy giant. The Winged Ones began to conspire with disenchanted human generals and the exhausted and enslaved sea drakes to maneuver the ferocious but slow God into a series of traps. The first God-Queen, Aaezani, who was a slave of Q'Er and his first-general, was used by the gryphons to misdirect the tyrant into the focus of a magickal lens which would first mortally wound the ogre and send it haemorrhaging dark orange blood into the flat red deserts near the Great Mountains. Completely overwhelmed, the wounded God succumbed to a massive army made up of tens of thousands of agile birds, millions of cunning men and women, and hordes of slithering creatures from the Great Sea. The ogre-giant's paralyzed remains were cruelly consumed as carrion by the gryphons for nearly two centuries as humankind looked on in horror as their now rotting once-God was torn apart, consumed, and coldly having its hair, teeth and bones utilized to build the new home of the calculating and jaded Winged Ones.

Now known colloquially as Gryphon’s Perch, these towering bone and stone spires have been bastardized and inhabited by some 2000 remaining survivors of the Realm. Hundreds of thousands of refugees from earthquakes and volcanic fallout fled the capital city of Qraeto only to meet their fiery doom in fields of molten lava in the West, terrible plasma tornadoes to the North, and a now rapidly melting glacial tundra in the Frozen South. But to the East, there still stood a long abandoned holy shrine, filed down from the shortest remaining ribs of the pretender-God. Blasted by several coats of gray ash, and having its foundation rocked by a series of aftershocks that lasted a full decade, the tower's structural integrity is compromised, and the sky needle is now off-center. A handful of Qraeto's survivors had to mine and climb their way into the bat-infested remains of what was once Jho'Xgem'Sul. While food and material resources in this region have always been shallow, the spired towers are filled with lush and overgrown indoor gardens that bring forth potent healing herbs and rare fruits which can only be grown deep in the toxic soils of the Ash, and atop the ribcage of a deceased God. Rare winemakers, jewel crafters and extravagant sorcerers have set up specialty shops in these spires since the Undoing. But residing here comes at a price, as permanent residents have all been stricken with Ashrot, a disease that horribly mutates and disfigures all those who it ails through overexposure to toxic dust and long-term inhalation of volcanic particles. Without the gryphons as their resident, the spired towers are gradually falling into a slow state of disrepair, its foundation tilted, slanted and barely held together at its establishment by a few remaining architects and masons. Nearly 700 years ago, when the gryphons abandoned Atma'Zae, and flew far over the North Sea never to return, they unwittingly left humankind a gift in what is now the normally uninhabitable Ash.

Lore Entry # 4 (click here for art)

[feng-huli]

The blizzard bright, the abyss unbound.

[indecisive-dizzy]

Omgah a poem I wrote back in May! I dug it up and I'm still happy with it so here <3

Update: Now has a companion piece, "Moon Rises."

Sun Sets

Radiance dims with exhaustion

As the Sun sets in my arms

Heavy is the burden

It carries through the day

Only to fall,

to dip,

to sway

But I am here to catch you,

Put your mind at ease

As Radiance dims with exhaustion

The Sun sets in my arms

[reconnectgfx]

ETERNAL LOVE . . . Companion piece to my previous "eternal haze".

[nattyontherun]

Another draft taken from the heap of crumpled papers beside the bin of an office space in Roshchino, Leningrad Oblast:

My editor adores the boy-demon. My alpha readers, my fact-checkers - they all drown in his allure. What is it about beauty that prompts decent people to justify atrocity after atrocity? That my life was in danger is a given; that the boy had killed thousands before this interview and will live on to kill tens of thousands more after it…

Is it the tragic nature of the boys’ turning that so moves the rational thinker? That he was a fair-skinned child with a head of brush blonde hair and doll-like, seafoam green eyes?

Some call it a kind of grooming, a type of conditioning: Viktor as mentor and maker, Yuuri as lover and keeper, both acting as chain and grate to the lonesome Russian Fairy.

But Gosha, one sent him racing off a bridge and the other damned him to eternity! He was sixteen upon his death! Sixteen upon his turning!

Can we call the boy a murderer when it is the nature of a vampire to crave the blood of humans? He never asked to be made! He never asked for forever! His only fault is the love he harbors and where are those loves now? Both alive, yes - yet both of them hidden! Both of them so deep in the groves of each other, mere tourists to the destruction they wrought!

I say to you, reader, Viktor is a child's hopeless aspiration and Yuuri is a figment of that same child's gravid imagination! Sixteen, they say? The walking death is a being entrapped by the flesh-suit of his youth. He has not been sixteen in nearly three decades!

Read this and heed my warning: the demon cares little for your empathy. The demon has loved nothing more than the devils he dedicated his death to, and none of us qualify to pretend ourselves of equal value.

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For more context, the rest of the AU can be found here: your spirit pressed up against my longing

[anime-grimmy]

Yeah, you remember me rambling about Badlands Rumble.

Well, I sketched a comic and decided to make a ficlet.

At least that was the plan.

This has 16 pages.

(Comic)