#oc: gossamer

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Stargazing Mothing (and Gossamer) for @patchworkmelody [Attack #75]

[edwinspaynes]

STARTING LINE CHAPTER 3!

When a group of cheerleaders turn up dead at their local high school, Edwin and Niko investigate at a demon-infested supernatural club. Charles accompanies Crystal to meet up with people from her past.

Long chapter this time - over 20,000 words! Hope y'all enjoy it :)

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[pavus]

GLEAM AND GLITTER — Torn from her family at an early age during a trading excursion gone utterly wrong, Gossamer found refuge in the Reaching Woods... and at the worst of times, given the depths of winter left the forest cloaked in an almost hostile chill. Elturel was too far away for her to find her way back, and her parents were nowhere to be found, same as her elder sister. Beside a half-frozen stream, she discovered a boy who couldn't have been one summer older than her, similarly lost, similarly freezing. "My auntie said there was only two things could warm her up," Gossamer offered. "A keg and a laugh. Can I make you laugh?" The boy looked up at her with eyes that were slightly too blue. "Can you?"

[burialcloth]

[ID: A digital illustration of OP's original character, Gossamer, as an anthropomorphic longhair bengal cat with dark brown tail, hands, and face with lighter stomach. She's wearing a leather bolero jacket, red velvet vest and slim-fit pants with a leather belt. He is standing and using two canon-adherent armpit crutches. The drawing is kept in off-pink, purple and blue hues. End ID.]

my friend shared a "draw your OCs in this outfit" challenge sometime ago, and since drawing humans somehow hadn't worked out for me that day, i drew my OC as a furry. you're welcome

[strawberrybananaslug]

i’ll be your mirror

[shirecorn]

Unicorns are actually a species of deer, though they can be mistaken for horses from a distance due to their manes.

There is much that is a mystery about them. Breeding, diet, and life cycle is all based on conjecture due to their rarity and elusiveness.

[fae-morrigan]

jay nakamura two moms headcanon you will ALWAYS be famous

[gossssamer]

"Lenore" — Edgar Allan Poe

[thlayyli]

You Get Me!

alts under cut, lmk which one u prefer!

[alliedn]

Choose your flavour of spider demon /╲/( •̀ ω •́ )/\╱\

(Color layer description in id! Experiment with your software, guys)

[wistfulwanderingone]

🦋Gossamer Dream🦋

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Characters: Cassandra Bellarose (OC), Clavis Lelouch

Pairing: (Clavis Lelouch x OC)

Event: Falling For Fall CC

Hosted by: @violettduchess & @lorei-writes

Prompt: Gossamer (fluffy angst?)

🦋Gossamer Dream🦋

The faintest melody drifted through the palace corridors, delicate and ethereal, as if woven from the finest strands of silk. Clavis followed it like a secret meant only for him, each step deliberate, though his heart quickened with every note. It drew him closer, like a whispered invitation, leading him to the room he had prepared just for her. He paused just outside the open door, lingering in the shadow of the threshold.

There she was.

Cassandra sat at the grand piano he had secretly gifted her, her delicate fingers brushing the ivory keys with a softness that seemed to coax the music from the air itself. Gossamer curtains framed the tall windows behind her, billowing in the gentle breeze, while the late afternoon sunlight filtered through them, casting her in a shimmering glow—transforming her into a vision spun from the very fabric of the wind.

Her rich, milk chocolate curls tumbled over her shoulders, catching the light like warm satin, and the way she sat, poised and graceful, made her seem an inseparable part of the instrument—a living melody.

Clavis leaned against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on her. He had orchestrated this—every detail of the room, the piano, the atmosphere—a sanctuary for her, where her talent could breathe freely. And now, as she played, it was as though she had become the music itself, something so intimate, so essential, he couldn’t help but marvel.

He allowed himself the luxury of simply watching her, letting his thoughts linger on everything he admired—no, loved—about her.  There was a grace in every movement she made, an effortless beauty that captivated him in ways he hadn’t anticipated. Like the curtains that danced on the air, she moved through life with a quiet elegance, a softness that belied the strength he knew she possessed.

And the music...it was a part of her soul, just as much as the breeze that played with her hair or the sun that lit up her face. She was lost in it, her eyes half-closed, her expression serene. In this room he had created for her, she seemed...free. It was a gift he had never given anyone before—a space where she could create, be herself, without the weight of expectations or the prying eyes of others.

The breeze picked up slightly, causing the gossamer curtains to dance more freely, their delicate motion drawing Cassandra’s attention. Her fingers stilled on the keys, and she turned toward the window, closing her eyes as the breeze kissed her face. Her lips parted, a soft sigh escaping her lips—a moment of pure, quiet surrender. Her smile, serene and peaceful, stirred something deep in Clavis’s chest, something sharp and undeniable.

Gossamer, he thought. It wasn’t just the curtains that reminded him of the word—it was her, the way she moved, the way she existed in his world. Delicate yet resilient, fragile yet strong. She was the embodiment of the music she played—light, ephemeral, but with a depth that ran deeper than anyone could guess. And that strength, the one that kept her playing even when life tried to still her, was something he admired more than he could ever say.

Just then, a butterfly fluttered in through the open window, its wings almost translucent in the sunlight. It danced briefly in the air before settling beside Cassandra’s hand on the piano. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled, a soft, delighted laugh spilling from her lips, light as the breeze itself.

“Hello there, little one,” she whispered, her voice as soft as the wind. She tilted her head, her green eyes bright with childlike wonder. “I suppose you like the music too?”

Clavis watched her gentle interaction, his chest tightening with a longing he tried desperately to ignore. She was, in every sense, a dream—a delicate thread in the fabric of his world, woven so deeply into his life that the mere thought of her absence left him hollow. She was more than he’d ever admit, even to himself.

For just a fleeting, weak moment, he allowed himself to imagine—what if she were more than just a beautiful illusion? What if she could be his reality, someone to share his world, someone who might love him in return? He indulged in the dangerous fantasy—of her looking at him the way she looked at that butterfly, with the same softness, the same care, the same quiet affection. A future where her touch, her warmth, belonged to him in a way that didn’t feel like a dream slipping through his fingers.

But then his gaze faltered. Insecurity, heavy and unyielding, pressed down on him, smothering the warmth that had dared to rise in his chest. It was always like this. Every time his heart strayed into forbidden territory—into the realm of feelings he had no right to hold—it ended here. With cold, hard reality creeping back in.

She was his gossamer dream, something too fragile to touch, too precious to hold. He could watch her, bask in her light for a while, but love...love was something altogether different. It would require him to lay himself bare, to strip away the masks and games that shielded his most vulnerable self. And could he truly do that? Could he ever let her see beyond the teasing smiles and playful games, to the parts of him even he feared to confront?

No. She was his weakness—the crack in the walls he had spent a lifetime fortifying. And a weakness like that, in his world, was too dangerous. The last time he allowed himself to care, it ended in a loss that still haunted him. It was easier to hide behind amusement, to play the part of the carefree trickster, because that role had no room for heartbreak.

Clavis Lelouch was not a man made for real love. He was the master of games, of teasing the boundaries of what was possible, but love—real love—was more perilous than any of his tricks or traps. Loving her would mean offering her the most fragile part of himself, the one he wasn’t ready to share. Not yet. Perhaps not ever.

And yet, she was the one person who made him want to break his own rules, to twist and bend the mask until it resembled something closer to truth. He wasn’t sure what terrified him more—letting her in, or living with the regret of never having tried. What if he did let her glimpse the truth behind his facade? Could he survive what came after?

He could tease, he could flirt, but letting her see beyond that... Letting her in... That was a game he wasn’t sure he was ready to play. And yet, he couldn’t deny how tempting it was.

He exhaled softly, turning away from the doorway, the decision postponed for now, though her presence lingered, like the delicate flutter of the butterfly’s wings. He might pretend she was just a dream—his gossamer dream—but the truth was becoming harder to ignore. How much longer could he resist her, or the temptation to step beyond his carefully crafted walls?

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weird cats

[wundrousarts]

headcanon that edgy Nevermoorian teens make cringy wundersmith ocs with wildly inaccurate lore and there’s a whole forum dedicated to role playing them. Morrigan finds said forum.

This is actually what the group from the blurry Silverborn snippet is, tbh.

JK, but I was inspired. Enjoy.

Text version of the chat:

MaximillianMårtensson: Finally, I’ve mastered all 9 of the Wretched Arts….. tch *shadow clouds his face, and he starts to chuckle* Lyd1aDr1sc0ll: i mastered all 10 :3 Xx_EsterOtten_xX: SKILL ISSUE. I’ve mastered 12 🔥💯💪 GigiGrand: hi i;m famous singer gigi grand MaximillianMårtensson: // STOP. Xx_EsterOtten_xX and GigiGrand are typing…

[pavus]

since act 2 & 3 is pretty much unplayable with the frame drops, i finally made a teethling i'm happy with. her name is gossamer, and i'm in love. 🥹🥹

[troveoftrolls]

was trollex's mom the brown troll with purple hair and blue ears in the examples of farels?

No one talks about them much. - Fluff

[adriansvetozaroff]

CIS Last Honors (commission)

"Here lie the members of the Separatist Executive Council, who on this day were viciously murdered. Despite the fact that they were my superiors, I will not conceal the ill will I hold towards them; they were greedy, narcissistic plutocrats in life. They beggared whole planets to live lives of obscene opulence, causing many millions to starve and suffer.

Nevertheless, they threw in with our mission to ensure galactic freedom, giving us the resources we needed to oppose the increasingly corrupt Galactic Republic. All they asked in demand, was power. We did not think much of it, for we knew that Count Dooku had power over them in turn, and we were confident that he would keep them in line.

When our illustrious leader died, along with our boldest general not long after, this council was all that stood in between the Confederacy of Independent Systems, and disaster. Needless to say, we were doomed. When the Republic’s agent swooped in like a gundark among nerfs, he hammered the last nail in the coffin of the Separatist Alliance by shutting down the droid army galaxy wide.

Sirs and Madame of the Council, I’ve asked myself why I would even bother giving you this final tribute, but as poor choices as you were for the authority over the armed forces of the Confederacy, you were still our leaders. Whatever you had done in life, you did not deserve such an ignoble end, butchered and left to rot.

I believe everyone is capable of redemption, and that no one should be denied that chance. I cannot sacrifice this belief, especially for the likes of you. Rest easy knowing that I will continue our struggle for freedom.

Long live the Separatist Alliance."

- Admiral Halna Gowen's eulogy to the Separatist Council, composed on Mustafar, circa 19 BBY

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Commission for NPlaysMC from DA

Episode from the story of his original character, the Separatist commander Halna Gowen.

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