#tideheart

[fighting-instinct-blog]

Silverbell, let a girl scream in ya mane?

[illusixnry]

19 & 34!

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

I had been considering talking about it regardless, yet my answer for this relates to something I don’t quite want to bring up just yet due to it kind of heading into spoiler territory/things I haven’t quite written too much on, so I’ll leave it at that for now, unfortunately.

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?

Revengeful? Yes, very much so. It’s rare for him to actually want to seek revenge, but when he does, he’ll try to get it no matter what. Of course, he’d have to outright despise someone to want to seek revenge. If someone manages to see through his lies and illusions, honestly, they’re halfway there.

[eidolonpath]

With some things fixed, I'd like to submit my oc, Sir Riparian Amaervanna! As before, his app is at the first link. ♥

Welcome to Eidolon, traveler. Wishes have brought you far, and we know they will only bring you further.

You will find your residence in Bunkhouse #3.

There is a glass shortsword with the word “endure” engraved on it waiting for you upon your mattress.

Silverbell has also been brought here with you, however she is now closer to the size of a pony rather than a horse. She will be waiting for you in the stables near Telecosm houses…

Search, seek, persist. Take heart in your heart.

May Diaidem bless you.

[pdqcats]

Some more otter doodles (including human otter), as well as Tideheart, @thatonegojimun ‘s cat

@clansofthecape

[fighting-instinct-blog]

@tideheart​ is blue. literally. the fun size horse to make you notice your frostbite?

It’s a special sort of cold here, and the small pieces of magical life and occurrences do little to help counter it or her boredom. The “spots of color” like the Glassgreen really are the only pieces of color in Eidolon.

Even this... tiny, tiny inquisitive horse that she’s found herself petting awkwardly after some insistent nudging, is as monochrome as most of the landscape.

Ironic, considering the pony’s presumed handler is... anything but. And she thought she was best described as blue. Sasume eyes the sea-skinned man, near-aloof expression almost wondering as to his presence, as if she’s not stroking his sort-of-furry friend by head and chin both.

“He—she?—is fine. Almost thought they were trying to eat my bracelet at first, though.”