me: alright im gonna make some MEAN characters. absolute jerks. they gotta be grumpy and they hate everyone. its time break my OC design habits
me later: so actually,
ok but the OPPOSITE
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me: alright im gonna make some MEAN characters. absolute jerks. they gotta be grumpy and they hate everyone. its time break my OC design habits
me later: so actually,
ok but the OPPOSITE
The Kingdom of Sjvaldröm is evolving nicely and Iâm trying to flesh out some of the details.
To the left you have Swarog, the black monster hound tasked with defending the Heirâs life. (Think a huge, borzoi-like hound with sharp, intelligent eyes and a mouth riddled with several rows of deadly teeth.)
To the right is Meghari, of royal blood and one of the mysterious Sangvari (priestesses of the kingdom whose voices have powers few can imagine. Possibly descended from siren-like monstrosities).
Banshee, aka the topic of @togekiss-kingâs disapproval. :3
Outfit isnât 100% but sheâs basically a mindless husk that eats the unsuspectingâŠ. not unlike an Emperor I suppose.Â
I am IN LOVE
next time just @ me
nearly 1am and here I am worldbuilding
feel my pain
Nights of Dread: Moon Fall
NoD, NoD: Moon Glow
Warnings: none
Sheâd grown so much, so fast.
Rajni paused upon the threshold of the childâs playing grounds, watching as the little Imperial raced back and forth under the trees. She was chasing a firefly; it kept darting out from her reach every time she snatched at it. She very nearly fell into the creek so intense was her focus, only stumbling into a halt at Nuruâs warning call. He called her again, opening his arms to her, and she spun with a grin, barreling toward his place just up the hill.
Nuru beamed as he caught her, bringing her close so that their foreheads touched, and their laughter bounced together through the otherwise silent trees.
It was a world shattering sound, and yet it seemed like it belonged.
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âRajniâŠâ
She opened her eyes. Blinked. Shut them tiredly before shaking herself to alertness.
âRajni!â
Nuru sounded panicked. Rajni hefted herself to her feet, shaking herself again. She felt⊠oddly exhausted. But when was the last time sheâd slept? Decades ago? Centuries? She didnât need it. Hadnât sinceâŠ
âRAJNI!â
But that wasnât important right now. âIâm here, Nuru,â she called back, moving out from the shelter of the willow and down the small slope.
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She scowled when she caught him fiddling with the amulet.Â
âDo you even remember him?â she sneered. âDo you actually think heâs coming back?âÂ
Nuru clutched at the offending jewelry. âOf course he is!â he responded, high-pitched and alarmed at being caught. But he didnât answer the first question. He never did these days.
âAnd?â
His response was a petulant mutter. âAnd what?âÂ
âDo you remember him?â
âI⊠Iâm sure heâs coming back! He promised, didnât he?â
Rajni sighed. What anger she felt was already gone, replaced by exhaustion. âKid,â she said, voice softening despite herself. âItâs been a long time. Heâs gone. Goner than you are. Heâs not coming back. You canât even remember him. Itâs time to let him go.â
Hunched and scowling like a child, Nuru didnât respond for several minutes, fingers still fiddling with and sliding the amulet back and forth on its chain. Then he stilled, shoulders falling in defeat. When he looked at her his eyes were dull inside their sockets, their usual glow dimmed by his anxiety.Â
âDo you think heâll come back?â
She sighed- again- and wondered which answer was crueler at this point. She tipped her head back to look at the full moon above, hoping to draw strength from its presence. It helped, but not enough. âSure, kid,â she murmured. âIâm sure he will.âÂ
She didnât have to see him to know how greatly he perked up, or how he smiled as he palmed the necklace lovingly in one hand before slipping it into the folds of his rags.Â
It was all cruelty these days.Â
Using Inkarnate to make some maps for the Nights of Dread crowd. 83
Their lore just expanded on me.Â
Left is the trade roads that skirt around the cursed woods vs the natural woods, and the right is the in-progress map of the cursed woods itself.Â
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Curses and Early Epitaphs Part 5
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3Â Part 4
Warnings: Chronic illness, near death, major injury, physical abuse.Â
Osirian belongs to @fr-owlistuff.
He came to her in the night, the steel of his bones hidden once again with finery and unassuming grace. For the first time in his life, however, something else was concealed beneath the layers; the guilt clung to him, weighing them down, yet he could not risk showing the strain.
Heâd done as heâd been ordered, and for the first time in years he wondered if he should have run instead.
âYour Majesty,â he greeted, bowing to the woman leaning proudly over her work. âIt has been done.â
He said the words quietly. They were alone, but one never knew who might be listening.
She hardly seemed concerned, however. She barely lowered her voice when she responded, asking, âThe weapon was left as I instructed?â
He wondered where her confidence came from: ignorance, or the knowledge that she could not be touched.
âYes, my queen.â
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa D:
*rises from the death of inactivity*
LOOK!
kthanksbye!!
Oh my god I just found part 5 of Carwynâs lore arc that never got finished and posted and Iâm dying because it was pretty good shit and @fr-owlistuff never got to see it and Iâm so sad ahahaaha-
@voidandstarlight I havenât been around, but you know Iâd do anything to read more about Carwyn!! ;)
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ok but Iâm playing Assassinâs Creed Odyssey and it is giving me such Lysistratum Imperium vibes. I mean, most of my loreâs architecture and climate is based on Ancient Greece
but man
now I feel like going back to my lore/Flight Rising in general
Reblog this if you want a slightly ominous compliment in your inbox
The only compliments Iâll take, truth be told. Be grimly prophetic or be square?
Flight Rising Gothic
You see an amazing accent in the AH. Itâs beautiful. Itâs perfect. Itâs a one-off. Itâs 5000 gems. You check your vault to see if you can afford it. Itâs 10,000 gems. You look away for a moment. Now itâs 20,000 gems. Now itâs gone. Did someone buy it, or did it ascend into the ether, a higher being? You will never see that accent again and the creator is inactive.Â
Someone posts an excited scry of their dragon as an imperial, talking about how they canât wait to scroll them into this. Thereâs been no whisper of imperial scrolls for years. Do you tell them? Do they know? They seem so certain. You wonder what they know that you donât.Â
Thereâs yet another phoatlshop thread in the forums. The title is a pun that you forget immediately after reading. Itâs all just unaltered pictures of dragons, posted one after another.
âDonât exalt my dragon!â a user shrieks frantically at you, as you move to click the button. âJust give it a good home!â They stand outside your lair, screaming. âI hate it when people buy my dragon just to exalt them!â You have owned this dragon for a year.Â
The site shuts down every night at midnight. âItâs to keep them out.â Undel whispers, eyes darting frantically. âItâs to keep us safe.â Safe from what, you wonder. You wait patiently for the site to open up, to let you back in again.Â
You put a top hat on your dragon. Ha ha. The economy is in shambles.Â
oH GOD YOU GUYS IMAGINE AN EMPEROR WITH STARMAP
A peaceful night, beneath a bed of stars. You can see dawn over the edge of the horizon but the stars donât dim. The whole sky moving and splitting up into multiple heads and the last thing you see being a gaping maw opening out of what seems like Space itself
Oh I love this
When the stars became eyes, the void consumed us whole
OOO THATâS SOME QUALITY HORROR FUCKSHIT