#oc: ascent

[enteragoodnamehere]

OCtober but with my Rain World OCs - Day 1: Introductions

WOO YEAH BABY THAT'S A LOTTA GUYS!!!!! I wanted to doodle all of my Main slugs and iterators and I forgot how many I had lmao. anyways closeups + more info under the cut but warning that its a lot lol

The Mediator (and Timmy) - they/them (and he/him) - The Mediator was a slugcat that lived near the Stranger's colony of scavs/Tollbooth and would frequently mediate disputes between them and other slugs. They had no interest in living with a colony and were perfectly happy with living by themself... until they met Timmy, a weird aquatic slugpup with an intense attachment to a red pearl. Unable to find his family/colony and recognizing that the area was no place to raise a pup, they go on a quest to find somewhere better for Timmy, which ends up being on Five Step Dance's can. They also befriend the Scribe too!!

The Stranger (or "pearl" in scav sign language) - it/she by iterators- A normal slugcat raised by the scavenger colony living in the ruins of Tollbooth's can. They deliver a message to Five Step Dance from Tollbooth informing her of Toll's collapse and how it was 100% Rapid Ascent's fault (not really but Toll's pretty biased). It's treated basically as another scav by scavengers, but other slugcats are unnerved by it and its mannerisms (hence the name). A good hunter who cares very deeply about its colony

The Scribe - they/them - purposed organism created by Rapid Ascent to find a specific pearl (the one Timmy has!). Their antenna and mane allow them to "read" pearls (its not true "reading" but more like. I forget what its called but when a image is represented by numbers and letters y'know?). They eventually revolt against Ascent though and go join The Mediator and Timmy's little group to live like a normal slugcat.

The Diver - it/its or she/her specifically by Butcher - genetically modified "slugcat", its really more eel lizard than slug though. Created by Butcher's Blade for no real purpose besides "can I make an organism that would instantly be an apex predator in a marine environment". It ended up loving The Diver though and now it treats her like a spoiled house cat. It'll rip and maim and try to eat anything that gets too close though so watch out

The Entertainer - any prns - another modified slugcat created by Butcher because it was bored. The Entertainer was supposed to be entertainment for Butcher, but it grew bored of him really quickly and kicked her out of its can. It's mostly only still alive through its good relationships with pretty much everything lmao

The Visitor - any prns - wild slugcat that can sorta sense/manipulate electricity. How? idk lol. They were made for a challenge a while back and were meant to resemble a green alien, but she's evolved since then.

The Friend - he/him - my very first rain world oc!! he's pretty much what the Stranger would become, being another slug raised by scavs.

The Killer - she/her - joke character based off a co-op session I did with my sibling that I got attached to lmao

Five Step Dance (FSD or "Dance") - she/it - (cw: brief mention of attempted suicide) - the group senior and oldest iterator in the entire region. all my iterators are supposed to represent one of the 5 Urges, and she represents number 1 (violence). She had a bad upbringing, with Ancients that didn't really care about her, leading to her can falling into disrepair and no one doing anything about it. She grew to hate her creators, going as far as to try and kill one of them using The Executioner (the modified centipede in the image with her). She felt immense guilt about this and tried to get a better grip of her feelings, which lasted until Tollbooth told it that Ascent (her closest friend) was lying to and manipulating her and was also responsible for Tollbooth's collapse. She had a mental breakdown, sent the Executioner after Ascent and killed him, tried to kill herself, failed, spent a bunch of time being angry and taking it out on anything she could, and then calmed down when the Mediator showed up at her can. Its very angsty and I care so so much about it.

Rapid Ascent (RA or "Ascent") - he/they - the 3rd iterator of this local group built, representative of the fifth urge (survival). Dance's communication technology had failed during his construction, but rather than trying to fix it the Ancients just gave him executive control over the entire group's communications, meaning any calls or messages to or from Dance would have to go through him. The Ancients also drilled the idea that any emotion was bad and that he was the only sensible one of the local group. This really fucked him up, and post-mass ascension he became paranoid and desperate for control and attention from people he respected (basically only Dance lol). He began blocking communications from other Iterators, subtly manipulating Dance and lying to it, ignoring Tollbooth's cries for help as it was collapsing. This came back to bite him in the ass though after Tollbooth sent a message by slugcat courier (the Stranger) to Dance exposing them. Their puppet died after Dance sicced the Executioner on them, electrocuted to death. Now, if their consciousness is also dead or if they're still sentient but unable to interact with the world? Nobody knows.

Tollbooth - it/its - the youngest iterator of the group, represents the 3rd urge (companionship). It took after Butcher pre-collapse, being rebellious and only doing the bare minimum for the Ancients. It wanted to be liked and accepted by its local group and didn't really care what its creators wanted. Post-mass ascension, it noticed that one of its legs of its can was damaged and could lead to a collapse. It went to Rapid Ascent for help, but was ignored and blocked from contacting others. It eventually collapsed, although it still had some consciousness afterwards unlike Moon. Many cycles into its collapse, a group of scavengers moved into the ruins of its can. It was able to communicate with the scavs, and they performed some "repairs" to make it more stable. The scav colony also designated it as a Tollbooth and good ally, and gave it clothing (a cloak made out of rain deer hide, a vulture mask fashioned after toll markers) and rudimentary "prosthetic legs" as a peace offering. Moved by the scavengers kindness, and still bitter about Ascent, it forsake its old name and devoted its remaining life to caring for the colony. However, before this it also made a pearl for Dance explaining its situation and casting blame on Rapid Ascent for its collapse, which would eventually lead to Ascent's death.

Butcher's Blade (BB or "Butcher") - it/its - the second iterator constructed, representative of the fourth urge (gluttony). I'll be real guys I've been writing for 2 hours and I'mm tired so uhh. It likes genetic modification and gives itself the rot :thumbsup:

[oko-buri]

sketchy thing from my minecraft setting. wither skeleton libes for a hundreds of years in the Undergarden and once upon a time meets a human. they left a child on the shoulders of a skeleton and then passes away.

[friend-of-giants]

○○ WIP Wednesday/Wednesday Wrensday ○○

Tagged so far by @theoneandonlysemla @skyrim-forever and @labskeever! Thank ye kindly <3

I'll tag @vervayyn @sheirukitriesfandom @heavy-metal-dick @lucien-lachance @umbracirrus @pocket-vvardvark @juniperberries-canisroot and YOU, yes you reading this!

Sharing a snip of writing this week, since I haven't had time to draw. I do have a Brynjolf planned from my post last week where I asked for different NPCs to tackle, but all I have so far are a few ref pics 😅 It's been a busy few days, but I hope to get some art and writing done in the near future!

Context, Wren just heard about a nearby dragon attack that ruined Shor's Stone, and she's been summoned to go kill it. But first, dinner. PS: Hofgrir Horse-Crusher has dogs because I said so.

All afternoon [Wren] had been looking forward to dinner, but now, as she pulled their steaks from the cooking grate and saw the charred, sizzling meat, her stomach began to churn.  She'd be seeing more of that in the near future, and it wouldn't be edible. 

At the table, Teldryn picked at his food, managing to eat half of his steak and two bites of potato.  Her own potato was gone completely, and her steak remained whole, save for a single piece of meat stuck on the end of her fork.  She couldn't bring herself to put it in her mouth.  

“Food's good,” he said, gesturing to her plate with his knife.  “Aren't you going to finish it?”

“Tough talk for someone who can't even finish his own,” she muttered.  “And no, I can't.  I've lost my appetite.”  

Memories of Helgen flashed in her mind; the stench of death and dragonfire, the bodies littering the roads, the thick clouds of flies swarming the dead.  It was the first time she'd witnessed what a dragon was capable of, how easily one could take so many innocent lives with so little effort.  To know that she held that same power, to render living beings to…

She looked back down to her steak, the crispy edges and the juices pooling on the plate, and suppressed a gag before shoving it away.  

“I have trouble eating when I'm nervous, too,” Teldryn admitted.  “Makes me feel like heaving my guts.”

Nervous wasn't how she would describe the sheer disgust she felt, but thought better of correcting him.  “Aye, me too.  Might go see if Hofgrir's dogs want my leftovers, then go see what the Jarl wants.

[hydrxnessa]

who up wing they ascent

[electricsakura16]

Since Savant's HEX II is released, here is the 2024 Reference Sheet of my 2nd, yet oldest Skyverse OC, Skyvant.

[vaporgutz]

"First Blood"

A short story set in a Mage The Ascension (TTRPG)

⚠️ CW: For mature audiences. Extreme and detailed descriptions of violence and gore that may be disturbing to some audiences.⚠️

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• 16 and itching for a just fight against the versions of evil, Solare finds himself facing way more than just creatures of the night in the city of Porto, Portugal •

The moon hangs, covered by a slight overcast, bathing the city in an ash grey tone; One of which Im all too familiar with.

The textured gold of my cross has grown warm from how long I’ve been tenderly rubbing the surface with my thumb and churning silent prayers.

God, may you watch over me, bless me with the divine power to bring a just fist to the wicked. Your hand is incomparable to that of man. It is pure and righteous. Use me as a conductor to carry out thyne punishment.

A special night, it is, after all.

Cold—Is the breeze. It blows through the Southeast side of Porto carrying the salt sea scent throughout the town. Enough to make the tip of my nose nip as I crouch in a darkened shadow of a high vantage point. It overlooks the series of small alleyway buildings, perfect for what Im searching for.

I suppose ‘special’ is an inappropriate term. ‘Special’ is something like Christmas, or when Richter makes dessert instead of Annabella for Thanksgiving, or perhaps a specific assignment. No, Richter didn’t assign me this. In fact, I didn’t tell him I’m doing this tonight. Though, knowing him, he’s aware. Replace ‘special’ with ‘ceremonial.’

Tucked in between two tight brick walls, the homes providing peripheral cover, Ive focused the light as the Lord reveals upon me the strands of those unseen by the naked eye, scouring for a differing flow. Just as he did to the servants of Elisha. Though cast out, somehow these blood bags—these animated corpses—they hold a pattern. Hair like strings of pulsating shimmers in those of the living, flowing like water, yet these night creatures are described to me as ‘suspended.’ What that means is something I’ve yet to truly figure out.

Tonight, it will be figured out.

Time passes. The moon drags across the sky. Patiently waiting for something to appear when—Skuddle skuddle, scratch scratch.

Heard before seen, I tweak my sense of hearing without turning around. Its getting closer, but seemingly tentatively. Steps aren’t heavy enough. Sounds like claws on the concrete.

Squeek!

With quick motion I whirl around and slam my hand on the spot where I think it may be. It connects with the ground with a harsh slap, but I can now see it.

A big bodied, black furred, rodent!

Confused for a second, I stare at it as it stares back, its red eyes gleaming. Its pattern is normal, but something feels off about it. Ive read something of vampires using animals as tools, but before I could make an assumption—Another set of sounds appear behind me. Same as this ones.

With haste I push off the ground to gain distance, but in that, a sharp pain goes through my hand. I pull and flick, fast—with force, making the rat loose grip and bang into the wall beside me. It goes limp.

…

This things feet stopped!

With another turn, I backhand whatever has lunged at me right into the adjacent wall.

Another rat?

Same as the other.

That’s when I realize, the sparks of quintessence have begun to move in the cracks of the building, up the walls, and behind whatever cover there is. How many rats, I cant get a number, but another sound, the sound of the first rat scurrying away, is audible as I watch.

It was like a sudden leak has been sprung. Red eyed furry animals began pouring out of every crevasse towards me.

Lord, guide these legs and carry me.

I attempt to make my escape but if this thing thinks I’m letting it get away with my blood, it’d be wrong. I try to follow the first rat while it limps and tries to cut corners and the sea behind me grows into a cacophony of claws.

Running and running, catching up to this rat and preventing it from ducking into cracks, I can feel the fire building inside of my stomach as I run.

This thing is playing me.

It sent rats after me instead of showing itself.

Coward.

A blood sucking—COWARD.

The flood of rats on my heel begin to break off and disperse, going into any opening they can find as I continue in hot pursuit. Somehow, this injured rat keeps the distance.

I burst into the open streets. Its close, I almost loose sight of the thing due to the busy scenery, but I catch it once more as the rat is heading right for a construction site. I see theres not anyone around, so I begin to sneak past an opening in the wired fence. Until I hear something even more dreadful than a rat.

“Excuse me sir, what do you think your doing? This is private property that you are trespassing.” An authoritarian voice said.

The light has morphed into something different. A flashlight beamed right on my huffing form as I see a night guard. Im sandwiched in between the wires as I awkwardly look around, “Um—My dog…ran into here.” I say with my most convincing half smile.

The night guard raises his brow, “Your dog?” And proceeds to move the spotlight from me to the very much empty construction sight.

Not for long.

I make a grabbing motion and wave my hand slightly, making the corner of the flashlights beam swipe with the shadowed shape of a dog while bending the sound waves to create an appropriate noise.

The guard pauses for a moment and stares at where the supposed dog ran off to. I cant exactly make out his face, but I can semi make out a suspicious air as the guard begins to point his flashlight in the direction.

Another jerk of my wrist and the light flickers. Confused, he peers at the light itself and taps it a few times. If only I had the ability to twist luck, or perhaps it was raining, making the flashlights die would work within the bounds of reality.

I begin to clutch my hand but—No. I cant risk treading with something so simple. Not when I can spare it.

Instead, I slowly bend the metal to the fence, redirecting and muffling the surround sound of the chain link, to hastily make my escape.

It takes a minute to see the beam of light shine back on the spot I was in, but I’m already yards away, behind a large cement pillar, taking a sigh of relief.

That’s when my eyes land on it.

Squeek.

A bastard rat staring up at me. The same one? I don’t know. By the way it looks at me like there’s something behind those eyes, I would assume so. Although, this one is… bigger…looking somewhat deformed with its hunched back.

I glare at it before a realization dawns. I peer from my hiding spot, trying to look for the guard.

However…

He’s gone.

As well as the flashlights beam.

Slowly turning, the rat still stands strong. Squeaking and twitching it’s nose.

Is this rat—?!

With a ringing in my ears, my heightened perception pick up the swishing of wind from above me. A thought does not need to pass for me to jump out of the way and land firmly on my feet as I see the spot I was standing in form a large crater.

My heart is beginning to pick up the pace. This is what I’ve been waiting for…yet as the smoke clears…I see it’s a cinder block…seemingly dropped o hard it created a crater and make the block itself crack in half.

Dropped—or thrown.

Quickly, I flick on a Prime lens to look up at the scaffolding. Yet, nothing is there. Not anything that makes sense anyway. What it revealed to me, is a stable flow in what seems to be nothing. Hm. Stable is an odd word for it. What it looks to be is more like still water. This is not only strange, but I feel convinced there’s absolutely nothing there as I gaze at something that is clearly there.

As I stare, almost in awe, along the sound waves I pick up quick footsteps behind me and kick off.

The Lord must’ve heard my prayers because I dodged just in time for the security guard to jump where I was and land on all fours on the ground, digging his nails into the dirt to slide to a halt.

Now with a closer look at this guard, the strands of Quintessence are what look to be—suspended. Faded even.

My eyes widen, foot plants itself, fists clench, and I get into a boxers stance. All of this—practice but not put into full effect—it’s time to put those gears into motion.

This guards appearance doesn’t set any alarm off in my head though. He looks like a regular person.

We stand off, before he breaks the silence.

“Leave.”

I perk up.

Leave?

That’s an odd request coming from a vampire. To them, I must be fresh blood. Unless something else is going on or this ones simply more sick in the head than I anticipated.

My stance stays firm, but this one on a fours slowly gets up, “Leave.” He says again, more forcefully, “Go back from where you came.”

His pattern seems to be rippling as the tension rises.

Mind control? If this vampire is trying to command me, it’s not working. Not as it should…

“Your faux power will not dominate , bloodbag.” My teeth touch when speaking, but only when I utter words do I realize my breath rides cold and I’ve been standing in place for too long.

The guards’ eye twitches, “That’s some uncreative insult. I dare you to come up with something else. Something more accurate.”

The time to think about it has run out. In an instant, I can’t breathe. My hands grasp at whatever is gripping my neck from behind with such force as I’m quickly loosing the ability to intake air. To think.

The panic doesn’t even reach me as fast as feeling the grip tighten via a few milliseconds. Not even a cry can be uttered. Desperately, I kick back with all my might, hitting something. Its enough for the grip to slip, and I dig my nails into the hands that hold, ripping them from my neck. With that, I discharge every bit of primal energy throughout my pattern into whatever is behind me.

Immediately, the thing screeches. Something between a person’s cry and a shrill howl. I keep hold for a few more moments, feeling the universes energies shock through my fingertips, before letting go and blindly driving my elbow into the creatures abdomen.

It doubles over my shoulder and I believe it’s skull cavity has had enough as I hear a—SPLAT—almost falling on me, but I quickly take the thing and hurl it over my shoulder—at the guard—using the power bestowed upon me to change the velocity of the body so it be easier to throw.

I manage to launch it how I want, like a bullet, but remarkably, the guard jumps out of the way with astonishing speed, only getting clipped by the shoulder.

Each breath is painful now. The cold air has become daggers in my throat. I feel something—TUG—at a level I can only describe as ‘my very existence’. Yet, disregarding it. To persevere. I cant loose. I can’t. There’s still one more. One more of these things.

Lord, let me smite one more.

My gut twists.

Hold it down.

If I don’t get rid of these, what would happen to those who stumbled upon them? The normal crowd wouldn’t have a chance. They are parasites waiting in the darkness for those vulnerable to pray on.

I feel a familiar presence. Warm. He’s very much welcome in this time of need as my Avatar manifests behind me. The light of The Sun contrasting the darkness.

“You push hard against the web of reality. Its pulling at us. Threatening. Stop and think for you’re next moves, or else we will face the consequences .”

I attempt to steady my breath as I watch the guard—a vampire or more likely, a ghoul—dive for the attacker I just threw.

“Hey…HEY!” The ghoul guard places his hands on the body but realizes something about it, how its head is a garbled mess of bone and flesh, “Oh shit. Oh SHIT! D-Dianne…Fuck. Fuck—fuck—!” His head whips at me, I tense, but a keener eye can spot—he’s shaking like a leaf. Eyes wide as dinner plates, full of a primal look. Then it whimpers and looks down.

Was he doing that before?

My fists begin to unwind as the warmth of my Avatar shifts to the wetness on my face. Soaking into my clothes. Splattered on my hands. I wipe my cheek and gaze down at the crimson color.

Blood.

Dark, clammy, coagulating blood.

“Its best you not leave a witness to this. You’ve already committed to the act. The best to do now, is to make it quick and pray for forgiveness.”

With that, my Avatars warmth slowly dissipates. Replacing with a chill breeze whistling through the construction site. The only sound now…are this thing trying to hold back it’s voice.

Next to me, there is what looks to be a large pipe the size of my forearm to finger. My hand drifts to it, slowly, and grip the metal.

Forgiveness? Why would I need to ask for that. For these things?

One step forward, then another.

They deserve to die.

And before I know it, I loom over the Ghouls shivering form. It doesn’t even look up at me. It keeps staring at it’s Vampire counterpart.

Maybe it’s better that way.

To look away.

Not see how I take a planted stance in preparation to swing and place both hands on the rusted parts, raising the blunt object high above my head.

“Why…” He chokes out, hanging his head in defeat, “I told you to leave.”

“…Because you’re a monster.” I forcefully say as I bring down the Lords wrath on his neck.

It’s a clean hit. It didn’t even move. Just a slight flinch as he was hit. Then his body immediately spasms and falls on the other corpse. Going stiff like someone electrocuted it. Twitching afterwards…

“Stop…” I swing the pipe up, “STOP MOVING!” Down again, right on his head, “YOU’RE NOT ALIVE!” And again, “NOT ALIVE!” And again until the body has stopped moving entirely.

One last swing of the pipe and I feel it.

Tug. Tug. Pull.

RIP.

A searing hot pain tears on the bridge of my nose, and warmth trickles down my face. It feels the same as when I received it. The mark. It has been healed for a long time… It can’t come back!

A sudden punch to my organs make me double over and fall to my knees, bringing me face to face with the corpses.

“N-No no…Merc—” And what feels to be everything inside of me… spills…all over the bodies. Chunks of myself regurgitate from my mouth, my vision smudges, and my hearing finally dies to that of being under water as my heart strains. Certainly, I’m drowning. In my own viscera and weight of reality it feels like it bares hatred.

Is this my punishment..?

I try to stand. Can’t stay. I’ll get caught.

Shaking and gagging, I reach to my small sachet on my hip and pull out a lighter.

I can’t leave these bodies either. Not with my blood on it. Magic is out of the question. One more chant against reality and I’m done for.

On my hands and knees, I crawl away and flick the lighter open. It doesn’t light. Nothing happens.

…

A new source of body fluid, not blood, begins to well up. I try to flick the lighter again and again. The flint and steel clicking tirelessly against each other. All while I can taste it. Copper. Its just the taste of copper.

Finally, the lighter springs to life. A golden light.

“…I…I need…” I drop the lighter and snuff it out with my hand. Burns can’t compare to what I’m being hit with, “Oh god, please—” I pull out my phone and dial quickly as my body sinks to the ground.

Annabella picks up, “Hello? Solare, what—”

“Help.” I cry, hearing something strange along the wind as my consciousness fades, “He-Help me.”

It’s like a vivid, yet distant memory in the distance.

A Jester’s cackle.

[trollblivion-ooc]

{ an ending }

» (AscenT).

[muichirolover14]

NOW NOW NOW!!! JUST LISTEN!!!

I have this idea for Akari :0 I'm thinking about making her own Arc and actually write it like it's in the Anime!!

Ideas below :3

Dove's Ascent Arc:

Setting: After the Entertainment District Arc but before the Swordsmith Village Arc.

Characters Involved:

Tanjiro Kamado

Nezuko Kamado

Akari Shohei

Sanemi Shinazugawa (or his brother Genya)

Mission: The group is tasked with investigating a series of mysterious disappearances in a remote village. They discover that a Lower Moon demon is behind these events.

Major Fight:

Encounter: The team encounters the demon in an ancient temple. The demon has the ability to manipulate shadows and darkness, making it difficult to track and attack.

Battle: The fight takes place both inside the temple and on its roof. Akari uses her Dove Breathing techniques to navigate through the attacks and dispel the shadows, creating ways for the others to attack. Sanemi's Wind Breathing complements her style,

Outcome: The demon is severely wounded but manages to escape, setting up a potential future confrontation in the Infinity Castle.

Additional Details- Akari's Role: As a Kakushi, Akari hides her combat abilities, claiming she never passed the Final Selection. However, her skills are crucial in this mission, and her true potential is revealed during the battle.

Character Development: This arc could delve into Akari's backstory, her struggles with her dual heritage, and her growth as a demon slayer. Her interactions with Sanemi could also highlight her hidden strength and determination.

I'm thinking about writing this into 6 parts but who know :3

Hopefully you like this, tell me what y'all think of this idea :D

Probably gonna ship her with Sanemi instead of Stella.

[ruby-likes-to-pick-roses]

I made le backgrounddd (thx noodlekin and DXL 😁)

I now must watch tutorials on how to make lasers and bombs and whatever and animate the boss moving and find out how to constantly rotate smth (the square and triangle things behind the boss is supposed to rotate the whole level)

[chibikitty-ira]

Prelude to Ascent - Issue 1

(P.S. This is to keep it posted on Tumblr, it was released a while ago. You can check with it on my other social media if you prefer it there!)

[enteragoodnamehere]

umm. more refs for artfight but this times it’s all my rain world ocs. world’s shittiest polycule <3

[reverentreaper]

i think that this is the first time ive ever drawn them together... Anywayyy Ocs Sparrow and Melee

[oko-buri]

Holiday special??? dunno

[friend-of-giants]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Who wants a disgusting, mushy, soft and tender kissy scene from an upcoming chapter??? I hope it's you, because that's what I'm sharing.

Tagging everyone who interacted with my post from last week, like I said I would lol. @juniperberries-canisroot @kartaylirsden @full-pockets @funkylittlepenguin @the-sunlit-earth @vervayyn @theladygrim No pressure to participate. But if you have art or writing to share please show me and tag me!! Anyone else who sees this is also welcome!

Before he could even think to respond, [Wren] leaned in, their lips meeting in a fleeting kiss that ended just as quickly as it began.  With his heart suddenly leaping into his throat to clog it, Teldryn could only sit there in stunned silence.  He studied the look on her face; the slivers of crimson that watched him from behind thick curtains of dark lashes, the hint of wetness on her parted lips, the way the very tips of her ears quivered with each beat of her heart.  

He didn't tell his hands to rise to her face, to caress her flushed cheekbones with the pad of his thumb—nor did he tell himself to pull her close and press his mouth against hers, but it all happened anyway.  Almost immediately, her lips parted for him, an invitation for him to claim her, which he did not hesitate to do.  Though she was out of his sight, she dominated the rest of his senses.  Her taste, fire, danced on his tongue, her fingertips delicately grazed the stubble of his jaw to hold him steady, the intoxicating scent of her perfume and the sound of her soft, pleased breaths all rushed into his veins and caused his blood to come alive with want.  

That want, though, was soon tainted by worry, one that rose from where it had been tucked away in the back of his mind.  This sudden intimacy which he had been craving, would it only lead to failure?  Would she soon come to her senses and distance herself again or worse, flee for good?  

No.  She only did that because of her fears of the past, and of losing me, and she's come clean about that.  

Cautiously, briefly, Teldryn opened his eyes.  Their mouths still danced with one another, the motions soft and slow and fluid.  Her eyes remained closed, as she appeared lost in the moment, fully giving in to what was clearly something she needed, what they both needed.  And yet still that worry was there, gnawing at his conscience like a dog would gnaw at a bone.  All he truly wanted was for them to remain at peace, to become something.  And maybe that would happen; perhaps she would accept him into her life and let him love her like he so desperately wanted.

He had to know for certain where her intentions lay, and whether she would turn around after this day was over and push him away again.  If she did, he wasn't sure if he would be able to handle it.  

It took all of his willpower to break their kiss.  They pulled away from each other, both breathless and flushed.  He missed her touch already, missed the way she tasted, the way her scarred lips fit against his.  Teldryn swallowed back the lump in his throat, one made of both desire and fear, then spoke.  

“Wren…”  

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his in an instant.  She leaned toward him again, and though it pained him to do so, he avoided the kiss she was about to give.  

“What are we?”

[hydrxnessa]

my blood my soul, oh hai intox :3 :3

yt link

[glenglam324]

more Rougey and Vario art lol