#i love you ivory

[sunakore]

#7!

hello this is nonserious and not compliant at all i just wanted an excuse to write lol

demon are called lathuri now yay! finally found a name for them. lathurie is plural for lathuri. icarus is now ivory. i honestly hate -us names for some reason.

wooo getting lore made yaaay i havent made their backstories yet but that will be the NEXT thing i do i promise i swear lmao. this little thingie has nothing to do with whatever im doing BUT their backstories will probably be based off of some things mentioned. i have new lore and i'll post info soon. lotta changes. and two new characters woohoo i'll mention them eventually

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"I can reveal secrets about your past, if you let me," the lathuri said, linked hands propped beneath their chin. A gleam shone in their eyes, unnerving but holding a thousand strings of wishes and nightmares. Ivory couldn't help but be enthralled in a twisted sort of way.

Marelle hesitated, the hold on her knife slightly slacking. Ze looked to be contemplating on whether they should listen, or wipe out the demon with an easy strike. She looked to the two and tilted her head towards the demon. A silent question—should they hear them out?

Ivory didn't see the harm in it. Not like he had secrets to keep, anyways, and if the lathuri tried to run it wouldn't get far. He just shrugged. Nalani hesitated, before giving a nod. Marelle sighed, and regarded the demon with a wary gaze. "Sure," ze said.

The demon smiled. "Great! Let's see, hmm.." They closed their eyes for a moment, as if searching through a file sealed away in his mind. Ivory almost felt like they were still watching, seeing through their flesh and bone and picking apart every detailed. And then its eyes shot open.

"I gotta say," they began, tapping a finger against Marelle's forehead. She backed up in revulsion. "Abandoning your own blood for a bit of green? That's just selfish, don't you think?" Ze visibly froze. Her expression contorted into something unsettling that Ivory couldn't quite understand.

Nalani looked on with concern, but before he could speak up the demon turned to him. "It's a shame," they cooed saccharinely. "It's like she wanted to leave you. As if she had given herself that sickness just to get a better life that didn't involve you."

Ivory's eyebrows furrowed. What the fuck was it talking about? It must've been true, from the way Nalani's jaw clenched with a harshly tugged anger. But how did the demon even know? Did it look into their minds? He wondered if information spilled into their brain like an overfilled cup, or if images flashed through their mind. Maybe it was something entirely different.

...He almost found it fascinating. Plain rude, too. He knew lathurie didn't have a sliver of empathy to share, but it was already personal to begin with. Ivory's hands balled into fists. From perturbance or annoyance, he didn't know.

The lathuri looked at him. They raised an eyebrow, like they were staring at a language they couldn't decipher. Ivory nervously swallowed from the scrutiny. Eventually they said, "You're a hard one."

He tried to smile. "Thanks. I'm always hard." Marelle shook herself out of her stupor and glared at him.

The lathuri ignored him. They circled around him, a finger tapping their chin in contemplation. It muttered a few things under its breath, but it sounded like a tangle of jumbled words. Ivory didn't think he was that complicated. The smoothness of his brain wasn't exactly a difficult surface to navigate.

"I can't seem to read you." The demon halted and frowned. It looked genuinely perplexed. Jokes on them. "Why is that? Have you casted some spell, locking away any access to your mind?"

"First of all." Ivory lifted a finger to emphasize himself. "I don't have a mind. Nothing but air in here. Second, I guess you just kinda suck. That must be sad. You want my story?" He paused, running through every scenario that could've lead up to this point. This aggravating, stupid point. "I peed on my PS4 because it was overheating once. I called my mom a stupid hoe when I was 10. And I joined the circus to become a knife thrower when I was 12. Do you like my backstory, bitch? I sure hope you do, because it's cool as fuck."

Nalani stared at him, appalled. "...You peed on your..?"

The luthari hummed in interest. Yes! So that meant that Ivory's lore was as great as the others. You can't go wrong in the circus, can you? "Interesting," they muttered. "Very interesting. That...Hm. What made you decide to become a knife thrower?"

Ivory's eyes gleamed. "Do I have a fucking story to tell."

[mellohiizz]

recently finally watched whitepine, and i'm soooo interested

[archaangelagape]

I just like Ivory from Whitepine. The whole episode is so satisfying to watch:D

[cloudsofteeth]

_(┐「ε:)_ 🧡

[vinestaff]

so i finished whitepine

[puppyeared]

personal character design headcanons + brainrot

Note: the re-bound!au does NOT belong to me, it belongs to @chipper-smol I’m just not normal about it lol

[ranfren-blog]

Satoru tsukada marry me !! ❤️

[starrysharks]

i like my trad stuff more

[tangramkey]

I made gijinkas of Ruby and all her sisters !!! Who is your favorite?

(Version without names under the cut!!!)

[alesodiabo666]

Oi 💋

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[dollya-robinprotector]

Yet another Delulu chatting in the middle of the night, activated by Caffeinated Gulugulu

More detail in this post of @glutominnn go check it out Ivory Wraith enthusiasts!!!

[theratcloset]

I finally finished!!!

(Sorry if some of them look kinda ugly)

(From left to right)

@kokorozizoo and @creammomo , @illegalmessenger and Robert , @rare-konst and Nyen , @chainsxww and Robert , @orangelovesyoumore and Randel, @0n-is-tired0 and @sleepydevil , @amazingbananabread and @mitnn , @hitchhikeerrrr and Nyen and finally Mew hating love

[dawnlotus-draws]

Quick lil Whitepine animatic!

Audio clip from whitepine 2

[cloudsofteeth]

Love your MC! What do you think would happen if she told her favourite King that he was her favourite and the other Kings accidentally overheard?

TERRIBLE THINGS WOULD HAPPEN

[basilisk2000]

reread the ranfren lucids after years and even caught up!! (yayyy (　＾▽＾) ) enjoyed it sm that i went back to the drawing board on an old oc idea i had when i first read it (moreso 60% oc 40% self insert because i really like luther a normal amount) not sure what to name him so ive just been calling the stray (or just stray) he has little scottish fold-like ears

caring for your new catman can be fun and easy! (uncensored under read more)

(if it isnt easy to tell its super botched top surgery)

[softmangoes]

weaving moonlight | ivory wraith x pc

18+ only

the wraith's hair is soft. its translucent locks fall between your fingers like rivulets of cool water as you weave them into a loose braid.

"i missed your hands," the specter muses, its voice a sonorous hum that reverberates throughout the stones of the ruins.

before you entered its watery crypt, the blood moon hung high in the sky like a wound of the world, limning the ripples of the lake crimson.

the veil was made thin once again, making this the only time you and the terror that loved you could touch.

you did not fully understand your connection to the wraith, this terrible and unknowable being that began its search for you ever since your first dip in the lake, but there was an urge within you to be by its side. a tether binding your souls.

it was lonely. it knew you. and you found it beautiful.

"i'm done," you say, stepping back to watch it prod at the new braids with its many hands.

"hm." it hums, picking up a discarded metal plate and buffing it until it was clear enough to see its reflection.

"beautiful," it breathes, tilting its head to admire the small pieces of shell and sea glass woven throughout its moonlit hair. the wraith's eyes flick to yours, so blue and so brilliant. "you used to braid my hair like this. do you remember, droplet?"

you pause. you can't quite explain what happens next. like an upwelling, a memory floats to the surface, unhindered by the tides of time: you from another life weaving flowers into the hair of your beloved. they turn to look at you, their eyes the endless blue of a perfect sky.

"yes," you breathe, suddenly back within the wet confines of the ruins.

the wraith smiles, content with your answer. you feel its ghostly tendrils wrap around your legs, caress your arms. 

"i never got to thank you," it says, drifting closer to cup your face with a cool palm. seashells brush against your skin as the wraith's mouth hovers just a breath from your own. you feel its other hand slip beneath your waistband.

at first, you felt afraid when it first touched you like this. now, you welcome its embrace by curling your hand over its nape.

tendrils wrap around your limbs. it licks a cool stripe across your neck, hungry. always so hungry.

"perhaps," the wraith muses as it slips itself inside your warmth, eliciting a moan as sweet as music. "i shall take my time to express my gratitude."