#oc wr

[golden-threads-local-group]

WR is sinking into the ground. a dense jungle borne of the old farms she once tended to has grown around her. the ghost of her creator and parent sits on her crown, unable to reach her. of the group, reeds is the closest to collapse. she's waiting patiently for it. she looks forward to the day she may finally meet the earth, from which all life came, and all life will return.

i accidentally went way harder on this than i meant so may as well show off. heres a map of whispering reeds surroundings, including hypothetical region names, rough outline of the path, and pearl and echo locations. this is way more ambitious than i know i should be but i would love to bring WR to life via a custom region mod... i have the most ideas about her physical surroundings and i think it would be interesting to get to meet the rest of the local group via pearls she reads to you about them. id love to make regions for them too but lmaooo thats too much but i do plan on giving them maps too. i think their environments can tell a loooot about their stories!

[nova2cosmos]

For the game: Lust x Horror? ✪ ω ✪

Candy Kiss 🍬

Lebeau was curious about this cuty~

Lebeau, Funk and the MDPAU Bads belongs to me

thank you for submitting^^

[wasabi-ribs]

was having a hard time drawing then I remembered I can do whatever I want

it was very liberating

[aisling-dearelove]

agartha

[cathalbravecog]

Pat your nibling!! I love Aqua a lot already, can't wait to develop her more as a character

[violant-apologia]

The last of Mr Stones' adornments tinks to the ground. Its teeth corral them into a pile before disrobing themselves of their gemstone encrustments and returning to Stones' mouth. The Apologist sees the Master's wings contract a little, a claw crossing its body to scratch its other arm. Without its robes, it had looked majestic. Without its gemstones, it almost seems shy. "You're nervous?" he prompts. "Not nervous!" Stones snaps. "Not some fearful pup." A moment passes. "Feel..." Stones starts, "Undefended. Raw." "Naked," nods the Apologist.

segment from the apologist/stones smut i'm not going to write. i think that it could be an interesting way to explore its character and its reliance on value, though. plus, the apologist is way more comfortable with intimacy than stones is, which i think is a very good dynamic.

[justmightyshadows]

This chapter came to me a bit faster than some of the others probably because it is setting up what is to come. It has tender moments but is mostly filling in lore and dissing Selune.

Aylin and Isobel picked a place in the upper reaches of the furthest tower when they set up camp outside of Baldur’s Gate. Isobel tried to remove some of the dust before the others arrived but had barely made a safe space for the fire before Muira stood before them. She wore a long black night gown with a high split up her leg that had been picked out for her by Minthara who had recently fallen into the habit of dressing her lately. Minthara followed behind her in a matching black jumpsuit that had a plunge to her navel. They sat silently across from Aylin and Isobel as the pair tended to beginning of the small fire.

Isobel cast a couple quizzical looks at Minthara - her eyes showed the yearning of a question forming on her mind - but she chose not to speak. The silence was punctuated by the small pops of the embers until eventually Muira sighed and spoke “Out with it then winged one. I need to know what happened. How did you get caught and what magic trapped you?” She began to pass around small glasses to drink out of and a large bottle of elvish spirit which Minthara looked at with disgust.

Aylin threw two overflowing glasses back and wiped the excess from her face with the back of her arm. “I was caught by Ketheric, he used my oath against me. I was distraught at the time over my dear Isobel’s death and searching for ways to do good for Selunite’s in the area. He wrote to me about a threat to them there so I made my way quickly to offer my aid. In other times I would have waited for reinforcements or at least an ally at my side. When I arrived I was overwhelmed by Shar’s forces and bound by the necromancer Balthazar.” Isobel reached over tenderly and stroked Aylin’s face but Aylin lowered her hand gently and moved forward. “At first I was resigned to my fate. To die truly felt like a relief I could not have had any other way, every death felt like a chance to be by her side again. In truth I was not sure if immortality was a real thing, a long life yes but to be killed as I was, I did not think it possible. At the same time I could feel every blow that Ketheric took and his pain ravaged me as well.” She filled her glass again and poured it into the back of her throat. Minthara wondered if it did anything to numb her at all or if the act itself made her feel better, more mortal. “Killing him was a joy I did not think I could have but my pain had already been endured, there was no turning back time.” She shifted in a rare moment of uncomfortable energy and allowed Isobel to hold tightly to her arm.

“You endured a great deal but did you not see the signs? Did you not know he was a Sharran?” Muira asked in an even tone. She watched the facial expressions of them both to glean any clues about the truth of this tale. “I knew he was a sick and twisted man but I assumed it was by grief not by falling to a lost goddess. I spent no time around him or that area after Isobel died. There was nothing I wanted more than to be far from the places that held our memories together.” Her voice quivered and Isobel began to look in concern she thread her hand under Aylin’s tunic and rubbed her back while she poured her another heaping glass of drink. Aylin tipped it back as well and looked off into the distance.

“I pity your predicament in a way, but I had far more technical questions in mind than your emotional state. How did they bind you for so long? Was it with the magic that I suggested?” She made a manageable glass for herself and pulled a small bejeweled bottle from her waist lining and passed it to Minthara who sighed in relief at the drow wine.

Isobel furrowed her brow in confusion “What do you mean that you suggested?” Aylin interjected loudly over her questioning “Do not stir trouble for me, child of Umberlee. I will not stand for it.”

Muira ignored Aylin and shifted her intense gaze to Isobel instead moving her legs to widen the slit which drew everyone’s attention to her thighs. “I came to visit sometime before you died and tried to convince Aylin to bind herself to you if she felt you were her true love. I explained the soul bridge to her and she rejected me fully.” She let a bit of the drink slip from her mouth down her chest and pretended to look surprised. “I assumed she was either too self-righteous or not in love enough to take my advice.”

Aylin jumped up shaking the twigs in the low burning fire, her eyes glowing white with fury while Muira finished with a cool “I warned her the magic could be used against her otherwise. I could not be the only one to think of it. She never told you this?” This angered Aylin even more as she pointed down at Muira “You have no right to come here and stir up trouble in such a way! I did not tell her because I did not trust you! I still don’t. You are too power hungry and too willing to make alliances with dark forces.” She turned to face Minthara “Look, even now who you keep in your bed.”

Minthara rose in a dramatically slow way and breathed out “She keeps someone in her bed who is worthy of the position. Do not blame Muira for your inadequacies and careful where this sentiment goes. You are so far an ally but an enemy can be made just as quickly.” Muira rubbed her hand gently up Minthara’s leg and pulled down at her waist as she spoke to Aylin directly “I was born of a dark force! That is your problem with me golden one, and when I extended my hand in friendship you rebuked me on prejudice alone. Now you must live with where that has put you. You are angry with yourself far more than you are angry with me.” Minthara settled to the floor reluctantly crossing her legs but brought Muira underneath her arm in a protective way as she glowered at Aylin.

“Tell us Isobel, what trapped her for so long.” This time it was Minthara who spoke catching the cleric off guard, she flinched a bit dramatically at being addressed by her. “A soul cage. It bound her and kept her in a state of suspended stasis while her life force, her soul, was used almost like a shield by Ketheric.” She avoided Minthara’s gaze instead looking at Muira with soft eyes, as if she hoped her admissions would win her favor.

“It sounds similar to the soul bridge which would be more of a shared connection. You are both too young” She gestured at Minthara and Isobel “but this was a favorite of the gods before, to make their favorite mortal warriors -immortal through the binding of their soul to something immortal, in most cases a blessed weapon. Many a legendary weapon has a soul bound to it, giving it the properties and knowledge of the warrior it homes. The truly powerful can even extend their mortal body and transfer between the two shapes.”

Muira felt the heat of the drink across her body as she tipped another glass back. She gave a soft kiss to the underside of Minthara’s jaw who smirked at Isobel’s jealous face. “There is nothing stopping you now Aylin, once I’ve gotten the details for the soul bridge you should not make the same mistake twice.”

Aylin looked down at Isobel and spoke in an apologetic tone “It would offend Selune to give my immortality to another.”

Minthara laughed harshly and made a sweeping motion at the room around them. “Look at where we are? You owe Selune nothing! She let you rot away for a century, she let her sister kill you thousands of times and for what? She sent no army, no weapon, no warrior to your aid. We lifted the curse and felled Ketheric on our own. You owe her nothing, oh mighty paladin. ” She let the last sentence fall as the insult that is was and enjoyed the angry look on Isobel’s face.

“We owe her everything.” Isobel whispered, she drank her first glass into the silence of the room. Muira let the silence drag on as she stared longingly at Minthara, she gave another playful kiss and Minthara gave her a stern look to behave. She did not mind pda but seemed to be taking stock of the company before them.

Isobel yawned, tired from the talk and seemingly annoyed by the display of affection before her. “It matters not, we will lead two different lives for two different lengths it seems. However, to destroy this cult you still have our help. You saved Aylin, you saved me and you helped Jaheira as well, that is not something we take lightly.” She spoke directly to Muira, and held her gaze, then lowered her head slightly in deference.

Muira rose and put a hand out to Aylin “You do not need to trust me yet - look into it on your own. Ask yourself if you can endure her death again.” She then put a hand out to Isobel who raised it to her mouth and gave the knuckles a light kiss as she whispered “I owe you a great debt, child of Umberlee. I hope one day to repay it.” Minthara bristled to her side as they said their goodnights and headed back to the tent.

They had barely crossed the threshold before Muira has opened a map on their bedroll. “They gave us the information we were looking for. In Baldur’s Gate we need to find that book on soul binding to weapons. I think it holds the key we are missing. We also need to enter the Wave Mother’s Temple. I believe we will be safer there than sleeping in the streets of Baldur’s Gate.” She circled two areas and then added two symbols in the corner for Bhaal and Bane. “Of course we must also kill Orin and remove this tadpole.” Minthara listened absentmindedly as she sat in front of Muira. She reached out and rubbed both of Muira’s arms following behind with soft kisses that trailed up to her neck. She pressed their bodies together and leaned into Muira’s ear enjoying the feel of the demi-god’s heart rate quickening from her touch. “You will give me this gift then my love?” There was no doubt what she meant. Her question was as tender and soft as she’d ever been but in a way that was drenched in a sort of desperation. She wants to live forever. “Yes, of course, ussta kulggen*(my shield)” Minthara moved to rest on her lap pressing her weight into Muira. “Promise me you will not stop until we are bound as such.” She flickered her tongue along the edge of Muira’s ear. “Usttan Iglata. ** (I promise)” she moved her mouth to bite down harshly into Muira’s neck. “Make it so then, my love. Before we do not get the chance and end up like them.” She pulled back a bit to stare deeply into Muira’s eyes, the dark brown of the gaze returned looked like pools of the deepest water. “I would never allow us to be like them. You have my promise.” She rubbed her head into Minthara’s and continued “Rest now. I will be lookout while you meditate. I have plans to make.” Minthara nodded and shed her clothes wrapping herself in the soft blankets and furs that Muira kept for them. She draped one hand over Muira’s crossed legs, even in resting she yearned for the closeness of their bodies.

Muira waited for Minthara’s breathing to slow before she called out to Aenwyn. In a flash her trident shifted and aneleven was before her. She had piercing emerald eyes, light gray skin and jet black hair that falls neatly below her cheek, across her face is a large scar that crackles gently with electricity. Her head is adorned with a three pointed circle and she wore a billowing green dress that fell above her knee. “My lord?” Her voice is almost two each word in perfect unison but the harmony of it sung like a small choir. “Watch the perimeter while she rests.” Muira did not look up from her reading when she spoke, staring instead at a small book on binding spells. “Of course my lord.” Aenwyn gave a small bow and walked off, the sound of her feet nonexistent as if she hovered right above the ground.

The night labored along slowly until Minthara’s breathing became shallow. She writhed in agony, sweat beading on her forehead. “No” she whispered into the darkness over and over. “Aenwyn, bring cold water now!” Muira called out. Within seconds Aenwyn was at her side with a small cool basin as they stared over the drow. “She looks haunted.” Aenwyn’s voice was even as Muira dabbed at the sweat that had formed on her lover’s head. “Give her time - if she isn’t awake in an hour you must wake her.”

Muira nodded and allowed Aenwyn to plant a gentle kiss on her head. “Stay close, Aenwyn.” She called as Aenwyn stepped out of the tent. “I am never far my lord.”

[koreposion]

@wr-n's OC Hawk patching up Indigo! He's gentle in a way that Indigo needs and that benefits himself! After all who doesn't want a powerful and loyal dog at their heel.

[internet-chan1]

Moshi Moshi! Internet-Chan1 here with my very first post!

I am to introduce you to my project to make a kawaii Anime and myself!

So Konichiwa Dear internet! I am Internet-Chan1!

I use ms paint 3D to do my drawings!

My interests include Loving homestuck, but never have read it. Drawing anime characters, reading manga, watching anime, playing video games like bioshock trilogy, DDR, Rhythm heaven, any persona games! Old rpg maker jrpg horror games like ib, mad father, and witches house, and any Mario games.

Now on to my anime project!

It is called Whispers of Restless Shadows

Here is the title art gif

The Blue haired girl is named Yumi and the nervous girl is named Emi.

They are best friends!

The story begins!

It starts with Yumi taking a shower and the main theme plays, candy!

Right when she gets outside, we then get introduced to Emi.

I won’t spoil anymore but I will show case more pictures of them both.

Mata Ashita internet!

[rabbitclown]

attempted to use both paint3d and krita together and uhhhhhhhhh

[golden-threads-local-group]

Do any of you have any strong opinions about your group members? I’m curious if you see each other as friends or simply colleagues.

[LIVE BROADCAST - Whispering Reeds]

WR: Friends...? Colleagues? WR: No, not that. WR: We are family. We have to be. WR: We are built for each other. We cover the other's flaws. We are a tapestry, threads woven too tightly to unravel. WR: . . . WR: We were closer, once. Long ago. Before... everything. WR: I was closer, once. I should be specific. WR: I am not as... available, anymore. WR: Everything has changed. That is the nature of things. But, the others will always be my family. At least, I dearly hope so.

[LIVE BROADCAST - Twelve Endless Nights]

TEN: Colleagues? The others are hardly as colleagues as they are children I must begrudgingly attend to lest they run off into trouble. TEN: A family, yes, but one born of circumstance and not choice. TEN: Honestly, I feel like I'm the only responsible one here. TEN: I have documented and catalogued all of the work output the other have done over a long period of cycles and I consistently do more in one cycle than the others do in ten! TEN: It's like I'm the only one here with any sort of intent or drive to continue our divine purpose.

[LIVE BROADCAST - A Fleeting Moment, Silence Between Words]

AFM: we're a family, of course! one big happy family! SBW: I have always considered the others to be my kin. AFM: silo has always been there for me! he's the best, and so so nice! AFM: he's our senior but he's always treated me like an equal. unlike some people... SBW: Twelve is just looking out for you, Momo. Worrying is how he shows he cares. AFM: i think he worries more than he cares. AFM: reedie worries too much, too. but she's nicer about it. AFM: did you know?!?! reedie is my twin sister!! we were built by the same engineer! i'm technically the youngest but only by a few cycles. SBW: Indeed. I got to watch you both be built from the ground up. SBW: I saw Twelve, too, but that was far before my exaltation as senior. For you, I saw every detail. SBW: It was a wonderful honor to see my family take form. I consider all of you my own flesh and blood. SBW: Somewhat literally - we are all dependent on water that has flowed through all of us. We drink what the others provide. We are all connected through that flow - I find it beautiful. AFM: awwwww silo :') see? he's the greatest!!!!!

[nova2cosmos]

NOVA!

I'm not sure if you mentioned it already or not but does Lunatic have 2 souls...?

i haven't explicily showed it so i'm actually so happy that you asked !:D

So yes Lunatic have 2 Souls

under the black body the teeths

the old sans's soul is inside the Dummy's one

MDPAU Bad Sanses Belongs To Me General Lunatic Story - Lunatic Reference - the trio's Ref Previous Asks-Next Asks

[grenewoden]

@maegth asked: ❝ you’re safe with me, i swear it. ❞

ㅤRobin did not quite trust her. It was one of those inherent things. Marian was an outlier, not a common rule, and if he let down his guard then he would surely suffer for it. If only Robin were in any position to reject her word. As it was, he was cornered like a trapped fox, too hurt to leap and bound out of the window -- a fast exit -- he had spotted when he had been trying to escape. He was doing his best to keep his weight off of his ankle, bracing himself, hand and shoulder, on the narrow walls toward the doorway he was currently blocking. The last thing he wanted was her running out and shouting down every guard in the building.

ㅤ“ You lot have a habit of saying things like that, ” he said. “ And then changing your minds. Like it's nowt. So I don't think I'll take your word for it, if that's alright with you. ” He limped a step forward and did not wince. “ You must be the Lady Rosamund? ”

[wasabi-ribs]

tried to put together some refs for artfight next week but they all look wildly different from one another lmao

can you guess which one was the first lol

[dinodogs]

Haiii I’m so bored I’m exiled at work so does anybody have any drawing requests :3

[preshtagonist]

Gamma Delta Trolls!! Troll Wren has had enough of this stupid twink. Troll Kade has had some realizations. Troll Maia has to auspistice for them whenever Echo is out.

Signs under the cut!

MAIA:

KADE:

WREN: