#*lays down*

[tapakah0]

[viinas]

the oathbound cover made me totally calm and chill and not insane

[random-cockroach]

[sound-overlord]

so.... no shadow lord legos ?

[peindrenoir]

Crescent ♡ Happy valentines day~ What can I say except I adore you? There, easy, done! Except that's not all. You know how much I adore your Renoir, how you've given him so many more shades of colour and have made me think deeper about him with your headcanons and writing than I ever had before. You know how much I adore the two sides of his dynamic with Julie, from sweet and familial to murdery. But I also adore you too! You are so fun to talk to, incredibly kind, and you have brought a smile to my face numerous times when I really needed it. Thank you for writing with me. One day we will meet in Mario Kart ;)

aaaww thank you so much. This is so sweet. I am not deserving of this. I'm just a silly guy on the net writing this silly painter who just wants his family back. I am glad and honored to be able to make you smile and improve your day! I just want everyone to have a good day and to enjoy writing and be happy. I just want every to enjoy renoir the way I do and how much I love the character! mwah <3

[fantasyhighdreamerz]

*Grabs myself by the neck* wh wha if one of the bigger reasons that Yani was jelous of Zelda dating Gorgug is cuz...... she had a crush on her as well not just gorgug.... an since she... she doesn't understand her own feelings or that being queer is even real (you can date girls!??! DOES NOT come to yani's mind) she just bully's her mercilessly CN ANYONE HEAR ME CAN YHELLO HELLOO IS ANYON HTHERE

[muutosarch]

temptations of the flesh exist all around us, as all encompassing tests of faith. those that are common to the mouths and teeth of many gods. watering in alienation, and hungering in desperation. mouthpieces, whose revelations have been offered directly from the ether. and in some cases, brought eye to eye with object of worship. relationships forged of broken skin of bent knee, and spilled blood. the infinite, unyielding knowledge that such which is promised 'pon holy tongue has every capacity to be realized. whether or not such is intrinsically linked to his, or to their potentiality. ( but how does a man satisfy the expectations of a god? ) often he ponders whether or not he and the divine goddess are unprecedented in their consolidation.. carried with him always, and breathing her power into hopeless lungs. extension of extremities, where he is the constricting throat in expulsion of sacred scripture. the hungry maw licking at the chops of ambition. surrounded by dual arms, and a sturdy foundation. ii legs in one man.

his environment is not that which readily supports an abstinence from infinite distractions - lack of rigidity leading to many leaders of cults succumbing to the temptation of abusing such power as they have been bestowed. headed by lesser men than he, so he's been told. and yet what makes him stronger? for he is not a catholic priest, sat amidst their seminaries and rectories - coiled fist about their vice. a chamber filled with bullets save for one, in lasting roulette with strength of dedication. however, oft that is what it feels like. a whip of his own made for self flagellation, in perpetual infliction of emotional anguish. in emptiness, strewn guts and hollow hunger. far from experience of isolation in practice, as many preach their credence in that which they believe holds their separate keys to changing locks. yet in practice, such is very different. entertainment strewn by many flashing lights, and known to induce impulse. affection offered in droves, or substances woven into cracks of every corner. from backstage, to after party, and everywhere in between. and yet already have those been purged in test of will, passed and continually forgone. but that is not the worst of that which faces him each day. that being the call to normalcy that echoes in the hollow of his bones. ( that which he can never return to, despite the way his humanity reverberates through his entirety ). primal, and fierce as it is sweet, and tender.

and yet, even still - a new temptation lies past the next clearing. sunbeams peering through the receptiveness of reality, and the murmur of wind carried between the leaves of lush trees. landscape verdant, and reminiscent of something he might see behind his eyelids. but as optics dance open 'neath a crafted guise, and bare feet carry him over rolling peaks of uneven ground with billows of black robes, he knows that the rising of perspiration and touch of soil underfoot were rooted in a reality all its own. his hand brushing over, and gripping bark of stationary trunks in step with soft bounces. moving from gnarled roots and onto plush ground below.

for he's carried by siren call with the wind passing under-hood - curling 'round the back of his neck in never-ending cycle. for the fabric is fluttering in passing checks of gaze with assurance that he remained sure footed, as long and flat lower limbs turn sideways to traverse the beautiful terrain. a chorus of native birds in active communication heard from somewhere out of reach, while curved fingers catch a resting butterfly that flexes its wings in similarly taken respite. shifting gaze meeting with wildlife, and the purposeful buzzing of insects.

and while perhaps he shouldn't know where he was going, his legs seemed to travel with purpose unbeknownst to him as well. dorsal of defined hand pushing back curtains of lush barriers hanging in his path, before the sound of a babbling brook becomes louder in admittedly delayed auditory processing. clearing stepped into past shroud of willow trees, with another humble shift of weeping leaves. greeted by a blue sky above bathing rock-lined river, and a rich and vivid outlook of flowers. topography of which spanning from shrubbery and undergrowth, to single stalks, and finally to those which have been wind-blown and scattered across the grassy, open glade. suddenly surrounded by blues, and purples, and blush pinks - a bursting blend of colours that housed such a being which might have surprise a man accustomed. but not he. for sat in the middle of such idyllic scenery, was a she-fox. quiet, yet nonthreatening. and if nothing else, as vessel stands amidst the daylight with abdomen flexing and chest swaying in exertion, he could say his curiosity has been piqued at the very least. and he cannot help but to grin when faced with the absurdity of it - teeth bared in the physicality which carried it.

lips purse in wetting dried tiers, as form suddenly crouches with wide-spread legs. his elbow resting along his thigh draping upper limb on the left side, while teeth remain bared in the rear of upper lip. now almost finally conveying a modicum of bewilderment.. if not a slight strain, or squint from the shine above. breeze still dancing with textile 'round his head, as opposite fingers extend in a natural coil. thumb resting almost between the index, and middle digit. it was as good as if he were attempting to beckon a house-pet to sniff at his sweat laden palm. giving an encouraging nod, in an offering of openness.

starter call. @vulpesse.

[onlyseokmins]