#lady obsidian

[lmk-oc-competition]

LMK OC COMPETITION - ROUND 1

click to see full image

Yangwu Jin belongs to @littlethingsrae

Lady Obsidian belongs to @miccadomini

Learn more about them below the cut!

Yangwu Jin:

Yangwu Jin is the Granddaughter of Sanzuwu, the last Celestial Sun Crow - Jin was given life by Bìxiá Yuanjun (the Goddess of Dawn and Destiny) to one day take over the mantel and ultimately ease the stress on the Goddess' oldest friend.

Jin is enthusiastic and kind-hearted, always regarding others with the grace and patience that comes with being a Celestial. She’s fascinated by those outside of the Celestial sphere and mortal life in general, once you get to know her some of the ‘poise and restrictions’ seem to vanish - she’s naturally curious, talkative and very caring for those she holds dear.

Lady Obsidian:

Name: Lady Obsidiana

Title: The Eternal Matron of Shadows

Background:Lady Obsidiana is a figure of myth and legend, an immortal being whose name is spoken with reverence and awe throughout the realms. Her existence is shrouded in mystery, with few truly knowing the full extent of her powers or the depths of her kindness. Though her magic is rooted in the darkest of arts, she wields it sparingly, aware of the balance between light and shadow. Instead of ruling over the world with her formidable abilities, she has dedicated her life to protecting those most vulnerable—the orphans and abandoned children who find themselves lost in a world that often forgets them. Personality: Lady Obsidiana exudes an aura of elegance and authority, her presence commanding respect without uttering a word. Draped in flowing robes as dark as midnight, she moves with a grace that belies her power. Her eyes, like pools of endless night, reflect both the sorrow of centuries past and the wisdom of ages. Despite the darkness within her, she is a figure of nurturing care, her heart going out to those who have been discarded by society. She is gentle with the children she protects, but her enemies know her to be a force of nature, capable of wielding her magic with terrifying precision. Current Residence:Hidden deep within an enchanted forest, Lady Obsidiana’s sanctuary is a place of refuge and safety. This location is cloaked in powerful magic, making it nearly impossible to find unless she’s allows it. The sanctuary is home to countless children who were abandoned or orphaned, all of whom are cared for by Lady Obsidiana and a select group of trusted individuals. The sanctuary is a place of warmth and light, a stark contrast to the power Lady Obsidiana holds within her.

Friend: Pigsy: Although gruff, Pigsy supplies Seraphina and the sanctuary with food and other necessities, ensuring the children are well-fed and healthy.

Enemy: The Demon Bull King: A former ally turned enemy, the Demon Bull King sought to use Lady Obsidiana’s dark powers for his own conquest. When she refused, a bitter rivalry was born. The Demon Bull King now seeks to destroy her sanctuary, knowing it is the source of her compassion and strength.

Ex-Lover: Sun Wukong (Monkey King): Centuries ago, Lady Obsidiana and Sun Wukong shared a passionate but tumultuous relationship. Their love was powerful, but their paths diverged. Though they parted ways, there is still a lingering connection between them, a mixture of old love and unresolved tension (and bickering).

Current Lover: Macaque: . Their bond is deep, built on a foundation of mutual understanding and shared experiences. Macaque is fiercely protective of Lady Obsidiana and often acts as her eyes and ears in the outside world.

Sibling Figure: Lady Obsidiana and Princess Iron Fan share a sisterly bond. They understand each other’s struggles and burdens, and often confide in one another. Despite their differing alignments, they maintain a deep respect and affection for each other.

Abilities:

Dark Magic Mastery: Lady Obsidiana commands the dark arts with unparalleled skill, capable of casting spells that can warp reality, manipulate shadows, and summon powerful creatures of the night. Immortality: She does not age, and her wounds heal at a rapid pace, making her nearly indestructible. However, she is not invulnerable to pain.

Mind Enchantment: She can influence the thoughts and emotions of others, subtly guiding their actions without them realizing it.

Shadow Travel: Lady Obsidiana can move through shadows, allowing her to appear and disappear at will, traversing great distances in the blink of an eye. Protection Wards: She has woven powerful protective spells around her sanctuary, making it nearly impossible for those with ill intent to find or enter it.

Lady Obsidiana's powers are formidable, but like all beings, she has vulnerabilities that can be exploited. To weaken her, one must understand the sources of her strength and the rare weaknesses that can diminish her abilities.

Slight Weakening: Exposure to Sunlight for Extended Periods: While Lady Obsidiana is not harmed by sunlight, prolonged exposure to direct sunlight can slightly weaken her connection to the shadows and dark magic. Her powers become less potent during daylight hours, especially if she is kept away from shaded areas or places of darkness for an extended time.

Interference with the Sanctuary’s Wards: The protective wards around her sanctuary are a significant source of her strength, drawing on the ancient magic she wove into the land. By subtly disrupting these wards—through powerful counter-spells or rare magical artifacts designed to weaken such protections—her connection to her sanctuary and the source of her powers can be diminished, making her more vulnerable.

Use of Holy or Purifying Objects: Although not severely harmful, the presence of objects blessed with holy or purifying magic can create an uncomfortable aura around her. These objects can disrupt her focus and slightly reduce the potency of her dark spells, forcing her to exert more effort to achieve the same results.

Severe Weakening: Fire Rubies Dipped in Lava: The most effective way to severely weaken Lady Obsidiana is through the use of fire rubies that have been dipped in molten lava. These rare and powerful gems can drain her dark magic, stripping away her abilities and leaving her nearly powerless. Direct contact with such a ruby will cause her immense pain and could even render her unconscious if exposed for too long.

Breaking the Shadow Tether: Lady Obsidiana’s ability to traverse through shadows is linked to a mystical tether that binds her to the Shadow Realm. Severing this tether—through a powerful spell or a unique weapon designed to disrupt shadow magic—would drastically weaken her, preventing her from accessing her full range of abilities and leaving her vulnerable to physical and magical attacks.

Isolation from Darkness: Forcing Lady Obsidiana into a space completely devoid of shadows or darkness, such as a room bathed in pure, unbroken light, can severely diminish her powers. In such a state, she would be unable to draw upon the shadows that fuel her magic, significantly weakening her to the point where she could be subdued by less powerful opponents.

By exploiting these weaknesses, one could reduce Lady Obsidiana's formidable powers, though it would take immense knowledge and preparation to do so. However, even in a weakened state, she remains a dangerous and cunning adversary, not to be underestimated.

[uniqcreep13]

I made this little traditional art piece I've promised in Kenny's server

Here's the hell gang having a lava bath in Eclipse's realm

Featuring @tiapng 's Obsidian and Jack Gore's Scorched!

[daz4i]

hsr as @screenshotsofdespair ✨ hope everyone's having a good and enriching day 🫡

[thegracefulwillow]

new chapter let's goooo

[memoria-99]

Lady Eleanor & Lady Kloss

It's been a while, but I didn't forget them and drew another mothers.

Fourth are Lady Eleanor and Lady Kloss, two tragic sisters.

Yves' mom would have looked just like Yves. Also, I always thought her as delicate, doll-like figure that might break at any moment. About Gilbert's mom, nothing about her appearance was indicated except the blue eyes, and it's totally normal for sisters to have different hair colors. Plus, I thought one of the reasons Gilbert took a like on Luke was his hair color. Gilbert loved his mom, and maybe the red hair unconsciously reminded him of good memory. Just my headcanon but anyway I gave her red hair, along with the serene smile of Gilbert's.

[cozyfaee]

HE FINALLY AGREED TO COME HOME

[epsilonhybrid]

believe more people should go on and make their own lin kuei assasin ocs !!!!

[aalinaaaaaa]

Writeblr Introduction (a Rewrite!)

Hello everyone, my name's Alina (Twenties, female), and if I'm not studying I'm likely on here (or writing, lol). I've had this account for a while now, I use it for posting my stuff as well as the lovely writings of others.

Also a proud member of this society -> @writersuog , go give them a follow! They reblog writing prompts and their members' writings.

And here's what can be found on my blog:

- My writing (see below)

- Other people's writing

- Writeblr things I think are neat

- Eurovision posts (lol)

Just a side note for visitors (this should be common sense, but eh), please don't send me asks/messages relating to the following things.

1. Discourse of any kind (such as political and/or humanitarian issues)

2. Asking for money

3. Anything such as hate comments, advertising, scams and other foolish things.

Should one send me an ask or message in relation to any of the aforementioned above, your message will be deleted on sight. A block and/or report may also be in order, message depending.

WIP Introductions and Masterlists

Flamebearer

Obsidian Sapphires

Caointe na Mná | The Lady's Lament

Soulswapped

Flash Fiction Friday Masterlist

OC Masterlist

Taglists:

General taglist:

— @thelaughingstag @glassstardust22124 @wip-nook @thereadingfoz @thebluesthourcommunity @original-writing @bigboicol-theflamingcol @darlingsmoon @the-ellia-west @guessillcallitart @mr-orion

Tag Game List:

— @emelkae @afoolandathief @oh-no-another-idea @talesfromaurea @ettawritesnstudies @estelaiswriting @drippingmoon @pluttskutt @avrablake @bloodlessheirbyjacques @writerfae @ghost-town-story @druidx @wildswrites @enchanted-lightning-aes @jezifsterswriting @ashen-crest @writing-is-a-martial-art @thesorcerersapprentice @echoing-sailor @splashinkling @copper-dragon-in-disguise @athenswrites @talesofsorrowandofruin @notthatpanda @mk-writes-stuff @scifimagpie @sparrow-orion-writes @winglesswriter @mysticstarlightduck @thepeculiarbird @poethill

(Ask/comment/message me if you'd like to be added or subtracted from any of these lists! (Each of the wips also have their own lists))

[duckdotimg]

Sister Amalie faces (through the years)

[pinkypastal]

OOMG

[trust-and-jump]

Bossy much, Nightwing?

coordinating the action!

JLA (1997) #75 - JLA: The Obsidian Age.

[roselyn-writing]

When a rose turns black Chapter 18.

A/N: Gif isn’t mine. I found it in pinterest. Also, mentions of blood, So reader discretion is advised.

“The Hand of Darkness”

A large Obsidian Castle was in the heart of Tle’ktiva. An abandoned land of Virginia. Its people abandoned due to the harsh conditions, and the shortage of water and food. Thus, They better abandon it for a better place to live.

The Obsidian castle didn’t lose its charm and beauty. Even though, It had been centuries since it had been built. It’s still the same as the people who had abandoned it. Unaffected by time or erosion.

The Castle is decorated with Obsidian from top to bottom. Silver accents on the windows and doors, giving it a touch of dark royalty. Its towering spires, adorned with intricate designs, pierce the heavens as if reaching out to the celestial objects. The castle’s stone walls are imbued with Andesine gems. Which gave a glowing effect from a distance - Making it look as if it was kissed by the eerie glow of red lights that dance like ethereal spirits.

The winds of the north howled and whispered. As if it were singing of pain and melancholy. The sands that covered the place are dark and unforgivable as if were kissed by the Virginian sun, Much for Mariuz’s taste and style.

In the Obsidian Castle, Mariuz sat on his throne. The throne room is similar to the Castle’s outer design. The walls are covered with various of red-blood gems and paintings of Mariuz. The floor is covered with red as if were a sea of blood, And the dais on Mariuz’s throne room, Is decorated with black gems and small blood-red spirals, giving it a dark royalty vibes to match the Castle’s dark aesthetic.

Maruiz was still sitting on his throne like a King. He was looking at the paintings of him. He was bored and unhappy.

Then she came, A beautiful, tall woman with long glossy black hair decorated with the finest gold hair accessories – A face that makes the hardest of men falter easily, A curvy figure makes the mouth water, She wears a dress of old Kuwaiti fashion trimmed with gold sequins in a line from top to bottom. The golden embroidery on her bodice resembled thousands of dancing fireflies. Long, graceful sleeves, Edged with frothy golden lace, Flowed like waves lapping at the shore. The neckline of her dress, just like the dress of a temptress, was adorned with the finest of gold jewellery. And finally, Paisley shawls patterns on both sides of her red dress – Just like a gracious tapestry woven with golden strings, That was made with love and passion. That dress — It exquisitely fit her smokey brown eyes. She was desire-given form.

She trekked confidently to Maruiz as she smiled widely at him. Her lips – As red as blood. The clacking of her red heels – A sensual song to the ears.

She stopped in front of him. “You called for me? Sir.” She asked seductively.

“Are you done with your ‘playing time’?” He pointed and asked. His tone is unamused.

“Yes, My lord,” She smiled innocently at him.

She blinked, For a second, She saw beautiful red houses nestled in a small village and their vibrant warm hue shimmered in the sunlight. In a place far away somewhere. For a second, she thought she recognised it – just like somewhere far in the deep recreational of her mind. She blinked once again. Then it was all gone, Just like a mirage. She is adamantly sure, She saw this place somewhere. Somehow.

Her mind is an empty canvas. Despite, The glimpses she couldn’t get the whole picture.

Maruiz's loud and piercing voice cut her unending stream of thoughts. She looked at him and smiled once again.

“I see.” He finally replied as he surveyed her to every single detail. “You are free to go,”

She grinned. Showing her pearly white teeth. “Thank you, My lord,”

And with that, She walked away, her heels clacking, their sounds fading into the distance.

Mariuz, His gaze was on the direction that she she departed from. Much to his dismay, She started to have glimpses of her past — her memories refused to fade, As her old, real self.

Maruiz cursed loudly. He didn’t care if he was heard. His plan is starting to crumble — His world is crumbling, Sooner or later, She will remember who she was. And — She will comes for blood.

The early morning sun quickly climbed in the sky. Its warm orange-yellow ray bathed the sky in golden radiance. The orange glow of the vibrant sun spread throughout the sky, quickly filling the sky and warming the early morning air.

Aliyaa groggily woke from some noises nearby. She was disoriented due to her just waking up minutes prior. She stifled a yawn, extreme grogginess and fatigue were weighing her down. She suppressed the urge to go back to sleep because she didn’t want to hear these annoying sounds again.

In the distance, An animal, perhaps a goat, bleating hauntingly, It reminded her of the horrible story she heard from her uncle a day prior. It was about a goat that had eaten its owner. Aliyaa’s body shook, Her skin crawled and she is uncomfortable. Her body trembled with fear.

She forcibly closed her eyes. Her mind, Instantly brought an image of a scary goat – blood dripped from its teeth – Its white fur drenched in blood too. Its face was an image of horror, black beady eyes devoid of emotion – razor-sharp horns ready to pierce her and kill her.

The sound of the goat's hooves hitting the ground echoed through the air, growing louder and louder with each passing moment. As Aliyaa heard it approach, her heart began to beat faster and faster, almost threatening to burst out of her chest. Her breathing quickened, coming in short gasps as she struggled to keep her composure. Despite her efforts, she felt herself becoming frozen as if she were a block of ice.

she saw the silhouette of a goat, its eyes glowing with an eerie light. Trembling with fear, she could hear its hooves scraping against the ground, creating an ominous rhythm. She quickly buried herself inside her blanket. She couldn’t bear to look at that goat – Just like it was possessed by an evil spirit. As she lay frozen in terror, the goat's haunting bleats echoed through the place, sending chills down her spine. Aliyaa couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched by something malevolent, something far more sinister than any ordinary goat. She recited every prayer she remembered. She hoped beyond hope that the goat leave her alone.

Sheer curiosity took the better of her. She peeked her head outside of the blanket. She saw a white goat. It stood 20 feet away from here. It seems young and lively, Its white fur glimmering in the early-morning sun. It has slender and delicate legs that it seemed the slightest breeze could send it flying away – small and short horns that undoubtedly would not be sharp enough to pierce through something, perhaps, Like a skin, Its eyes are a pool of glowing topaz.

Unexpectedly, Aliyaa laughed out loud. Her laughter was due to her realization that her fear of a harmless and cute animal like a goat was unnecessary and stupid. She had panicked for no reason, her fear and panic were irrational.

She took some leftovers of rice and bread. She offered it to the goat. The goat happily ate the food offered by the nice human in front of her.

She was looking at the goat while it was eating. She was smiling and happy. Admiring the cute animal while it is eating. Her attention was focused on the goat until she heard the voice of a man.

A man in his late 40s came. He has light brown eyes. A Khaki skin tone as the sand of a Virginian desert, He has a comforting feeling to him. He is handsome - A bit taller than an average male Virginian - He is standing 6 and a half feet tall. Making his height almost 190cm. He wore traditional shepherd attire. Simple brown robe and white pants.

He smiled at her. “My name is Samer and I apologise for the inconvenience.” He said sincerely. “My goat always roams away from the herd.”

Aliyaa smiled back at him. There was no harm done, The goat was peaceful and harmless, It made Aliyaa happy; having it around her. She was familiar with goats and sheeps. She always helps her father in herding them. So, she isn’t new to this whole herding thing.

“My name is Aliyaa, nice to meet you Samer and don’t worry.” She replied. Her tone is calm and soft. “There’s nothing to apologise for,”

Aliyaa’s father: Hadi Aepel, He came with his brother Massoud, In tow. They looked at the man and his goat. They didn’t look they just woke up from sleeping.

Hadi surveyed the scene in front of him with his eyes. “What’s going on here?” Hadi asked.

“Sir, I just came to return the goat.” The man answered. His tone is genuine and sincere.

Hadi nodded, His brother Massoud didn’t say anything. He just looked back and forth between his brother and the man in front of them.

The man bid them farewell and left them. His goat trotted behind him. The trio smiled as they looked at Samer and his friendly goat.

The trio, blissfully unaware that they were being watched by a dark entity — Two hands holding an onyx crystal ball, His cold, unforgiving slate-eyes gluded on it, Anzir, grinned cruelly as he saw the scene in front of his very eyes.

“Truly, Ignorance is a bliss,” He muttered to himself, Then he burst out laughing. His laughter resonated around the place. It was so loud as if it was shaking the place with its intensity.

Anzir, The current aspect of Darkness, decided spy on the trio for a little longer. He rarely shows interest in people. But unfortunately for the trio, They piqued his interest; and his attention isn’t something that one should attract. When they do, It is about to get devastating.

May the Remained-One helps whoever Anzir set his gaze on. For, No one can help them and save them for his darkness.

[noblefront]

lady salomea from pentiment

[saintarcs]

ES WAR EIN TRAUM

[do-you-know-this-dw-story]

The Lady of Obsidian (AUDIO: 2017)