#curus

[komickrazi]

Curus the Dragon

Commission piece. This guy features removable wings and Digi padding, and a hidden chest pocket for holding essentials.  He also has a pair of 3D printed removable glasses and an embroidered skirt.  

[koolkat9]

Feel free to reblog to get a bigger sample.

[n0-n1c]

listen. this man canonically wrote a sad song about the first kinslaying. which he took part in

[alackofghosts]

ʕ ·ᴥ· ʔ

[thelien-art]

Day 2 of @silvergiftingweek

Crafting | Community

Tillandsia: Tillandsia, also known as air plants, are plants symbolizing freedom and creativity

[deaddoveadventures]

@yaksha-garden - cont. from (x)

"Damn right!" Eden shouted. "You'd know that!"

Eden was facing down the man who'd murdered the priest who nursed her back to health -- and the priest who complied with the conspiracy to hide her true nature from her. All of his kindness was poisoned. So was all the rest, all the kindness she'd ever been shown, based on a lie.

The shimmering outlines of countless blades hovered in the air around Curumë, with Eden's hand held out towards him, fingers itching to close into a fist, watch the spectral swords burst into reality and slice through the warlock's flesh.

"Don't fucking pretend to understand me," they spat.

The glow of Eden’s magic reflected in Curumë’s amber eyes as they pierced her with an unyielding gaze. Despite the countless phantom blades surrounding him, the Half-Elf stood firm, his lips bent into a wry smile that held nothing empathetic.

“I’m not here to understand you, moon witch,” he said with a scoff. “We both know what we’ve done. Neither of us can undo what happened, and, frankly, regret is but a waste of time.” He shrugged, recalling the priest’s raspy gasps as he lay choking in a pool of his own blood; Vayu’s hurt and confused look as his dagger sank deep into the man’s flesh.

No, Curumë knew, there was no forgiveness for either of them. Only the freedom to choose what was going to happen next. Shaking his head, his hand slowly moved to the hilt of his weapon, gripping it firmly as he continued, “I want answers, Eden. I want to know where Lalanika is, so I can end that beast once and for all. You‘ve created her, now let me fix that mistake.”

[bloopblopbeepbop]

My ideas for my one shot book that I will write one day. Give any suggestions and I'll add it to me growing list. I might make a full series of how I think Vat7k would've happen.

1) Hugo and Yong after the betrayal. Yong pov.

2) Varian and Yong first meeting. Varian pov

3) Nuru and Amber first date. Nuru pov

4) Nuru and Hugo sibling like story. Both pov

5)Varian and Hugo Corona date. Both pov

6)Cyrus and Hugo before/after Vat7k. Hugo pov

7)5 year reunion. But of everyones pov

8) Varian and Nuru talk about crushes. Both pov

9) Someone gets kidnapped (probably Yong) during trials and the others reaction. Everyone's pov

10)Donella and Ulla talk to their “sons”.Hugo/Varian pov

11)It's someone's birthday. Anyone's pov.

12)Yong and Nuru hang out. Both pov

13)Hugo and Yong one night story telling. Hugo pov

14)Hugo telling stories at night. All but Hugo pov

15)The animals day. The animals pov

16)About the past. Everyone's pov during their past.

17)Varian and Hugo's parents/parent figures talk. Varian and Hugo pov

18)Someone dies. Anyone pov

19)Nightmares. All pov

20)Game night gone wrong. Anyone pov

21)Hugo and Yong secrets. Hugo pov

22)The betrayals of Hugo. Hugo pov

23) Trial of dreams. Everyone pov

24) Old friends, Hugo meeting people he used to work with. Hugo pov

25) Modern au??? Anyone pov

[halfdeadsacrifice]

“ you don’t suspect me of stealing it  ,  do you ? ” for curu

"...no?"

A silence, as the two stare at each other.

"Well, maybe a little," he admitted. "But you wouldn't do that to me, right?"

Rule of Rose Starters | Accepting

[dunerover]

@deaddoveadventures doesn't get an answer to that first question.

"What in the hells compelled you to say that?" Curumë narrows his eyes at the Tiefling. "I'm not joining a Circus. I had my fair share of that when I was a child."

"C'mon, it'd be fun this time! You got me with you." Zandi twists upside down and dangles from the inn room rafters with his arms—almost like a demonstration, if it isn't for the fact that this is a common habit of his in the absence of other stimulus anyway. Not the most glamorous place to stay the night. But it'd been worse. "I'd be gold on the tightrope. And you could, uh, throw daggers. On fire. Shirtless. They'd love it."

[murderreign]

For Curume @deaddoveadventures

"You forgot the free space, but I'll count it anyway. Is there no way I can change your mind on cuddling?"

[dm-tainthairs-collection]

From Curumë @deaddoveadventures for one of the muses he hasn't interacted with yet:

🎵

|| Black Widow by In This Moment: X ||

ᒥ🕷ᒧ—         The dark forest would be hard to navigate. The leaves blocked out nearly all the moonlight, leaving only creeping shadows in the trees. The wind dances through the leaves, whistling low and the only noise to fill the woodland area. Without the wind blowing, there was only an eerie silence. No peep frogs or crickets chirping, just pure silence.

Hidden in the tree tops was her, watching the half-elf traverse the forest carefully. She didn't make a single noise, silent as could be. The Warlock/Rogue would slowly walk into her nest. The trees where enveloped in silk, thick webbing that grew thicker and thicker the further in the half-elf might travel.

The white and blue thorax of her body shivered with delight as she watched him. A smirk splays across her lips, and suddenly a shimmering glow swallows her up. The shimmer appears behind Curumë, Sik'sozhil as silent as her long, arachnid legs reared up.

"You're so pretty, dripping sin," She spoke suddenly, spider-web-silky smooth voice breaking the silence.

[damnreddragon]

Beach Bod Ready

A commission for Curus with them and Nixter, after a pooltoy TF potion. Nix looks happy with this result, getting used to it with in a nice squeaky overarm hug too! Lovely C:

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[alackofghosts]

housing time

[dazzlerazz]

WINTER OUTFITS FOR VILLAGERS IN THE NEXT UPDATE????????

[deaddoveadventures]

@dm-tainthairs-collection (original post)

ᒥ🔥ᒧ—        Dante sneers, he may not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but he knew passive aggression when he heard it. A lick of fire flicks through his hair and his knuckles pale as they tighten around the handle of his Warhammer. He'd meet passive aggression with actual aggression. The Genasi leans over and gives the Warlock a shove. "Tiny, frail..." He grumbles, looking down on Curumë as though he were so small and insignificant. "...Weak." He tried to play nice, but being met with such a fake tone wore down his incredibly short temper. The man was a bully, using his strength and intimidation to rule over those he believed weaker than him.

Had Curumë not been as nimble, the hard shove from the Fire Genasi would have sent him sprawling onto his back. Instead, the Half-Elf merely stumbled, catching himself midair before he quickly jumped back to his feet. If looks could kill, the paladin would have been struck dead right where he stood—slow, tall, and menacing.

"You better watch your back tonight, my friend," Curumë hissed. His hand gripped the hilt of his dagger so tightly that his knuckles had turned white, and the fiendish magic his patron had bestowed upon him burned at his fingertips. Yet, despite the intensity of his anger, he took a step back.

Unlike the hulking fool looming over him, the warlock knew better than to let anger goad him into an open fight in front of the rest of the caravan. No, he thought, he was not going to give up the comfort of traveling in a group for the minor thrill of obliterating an imbecile.