medicine is mercy

Indie Elden Ring OC. Main blog is Chickenly || Semi-Lit/Lit || 18+ only

[miserycorde]

medicine is mercy.

War surgeons were effectively mercy killers. Of those that were abducted by the Lord of Blood, only one was able to tame the accursed blood…

… And White Mask Nepenthe was not that exception. (Independent White Mask OC. 18+ only. My main is chickenly. Like this promo and I'll come check you out!)

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[miserycorde]

Shaking off the rust, here’s some miserable girls

Desta is @a-house-of-crows

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@yellowfingcr blessed me with a beautiful Desta doodle🥺

[a-house-of-crows]

In an age long past, Death was burned by ghostflame. And in the House Lemures, it still is.

Secluded in the swamps of Liurnia stands the House of Lemures, where a family twisted by ghostflame rituals resides. Members of this house bear features resembling that of carrion crows, with sharp-taloned hands and night-black feathers across their bodies. They devour the bones of the dead to fuel the ghostflame burning inside them and hunt demigods to feed a monster at the heart of their manor. Those who come across a Lemures are likely to meet Death soon after…

-Indie Elden Ring RP blog for a collection of OCs. -18+, semi-lit, LGBT+ and multiverse friendly

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[celestial-scribbles]

I'm not gonna bother explaining, I think it speaks for itself.

Have an album with a different version and individual ones. Sure hope it actually works lmao

White Mask Nepenthe belongs to @chickenly because I'm not going to pass up a chance to torment a friend's OC.

[celestial-scribbles]

A sad, sopping wet woman for @chickenly

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[APOLOGIES FOR THE INACTIVITY I have been so exhausted and busy but I’m still thinking about my pathetic girl. I picked up veilguard tho… nepenthe gets the honors of the first run]

[nuclearloop]

Commission for @chickenly of their sopping wet woman Nepenthe! I had fun with this one, got to experiment with some Color n Scenery

Commissions are Open!

[miserycorde]

[HELLO. I am still alive, here's this]

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[gonna get on replies soon y'all! thanks for the patience, elden dlc + commissions + new job combo has knocked me dead temporarily but we persevere!]

[hexenjagd]

—18+ Indie Elden Ring verse || OC RP BLOG; || Sporadic activity || Private || Selective || Cross-over friendly || Witch Knight Helena || Exploring elements present in game, my own HCS, and some lore from my own work || Originally est; 4/7/22 || Exhumed by: Cat  || Please like or reblog if interested! ||

—A loving exploration of various themes, ramblings and ideas: the sacred and the profane; the weight of grief; death as rebirth; hubris and its cost; bringing back that which should never be returned; to be as a deified anathema; to exist as an unmeant God in a land that is not your own; the monstrous feminine; madness twisted into lucidity; knighthood and the loss of honor; death as the maiden and the witch; cutting the threads of fate and challenging the forces that be; the arrival of the inevitable; and what it means to be as confessional and burial ground-- an open grave that speaks. Lastly… To be beloved by something you cannot see, cannot touch, and can never truly know. —𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 & 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫—

[ars-ceratinus]

AF attack for @chickenly

Sorrowful women with heavy eye bags and complex relationships to terrible powers my beloved

[miserycorde]

Minor spoilers for an item in SotE //

I'm sorry but the oil-soaked crystal tear is one of the funniest things in this game now I think

Potion of makes you gross. potion of turns you greasy. transforms your wondrous physick into a flask of refreshing g-fuel for your sweaty gamer tarnished

Nepenthe doesn't even need to drink it frankly I think she just does that by herself

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[ oh god ]

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[See you all on the other side...]

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From the blood, a figure emerged. Clad in robes of black, adorned in red and gold. From various odd places, small horns pierced through the dampened fabric, twisting every which way and that.

"... I come on behalf of the Lord of Blood," said the Sanguine Noble.

"He wishes to have word with his White-Masks... He spoke thine name, and would bid thee hasten to the palace." [luminaryofblood]

@luminaryofblood

Receiving information from Sanguine Nobles was not an uncommon occurrence for Nepenthe. They were indeed the prolific missionaries responsible for spreading the gospel of accursed blood and of a station far higher than her own, dripping and fervent in their loyalty towards Mohg. From their lips, tasks would be issued unto her, whether that be subterfuge or collection or bloodletting. This was expected.

What was not expected, however, was a direct summons from the Lord of Blood. Not entirely exclusive to her, it would seem, but towards any of her cohort that remained within the throes of sanity... which, at this point, included very little.

Her mouth went dry. The scorching blood beneath her veins itched. She swallowed hard.

Ah, it was always so much easier when she could operate under the eyes of the Dynasty, out of side, out of mind, unworthy of higher recognition. What could he have possibly needed that he couldn't simply ask of Varré? She supposed that she would find out soon enough. After a few seconds of agonizing silence, Nepenthe bowed her head towards the Noble in a show of deference.

"Very well. Thank you for informing me. I will be swift."

...

And she'd do just that, of course, whisking herself away to the wretched blood-mire of the mausoleum and creeping nervously toward Mohg's court. If she at all hesitated before the lift, it was fleeting, for she would be one poor servant if she willingly kept their Lord waiting.