#adder;

[ringleaderising]

"If you take a few more lefts than most, you'll find yourself in Motherditch- I ain't recommending it, of course, all sorts a' strange folk in the bayou, even stranger stories bein' told amongst 'em. but you got a particularly stubborn curse, an' stubborn magic needs stubborn folk to break it. soundin' a lot like you ain't got any options but the Ditch, darlin."

[Lorekeeper, Sideshow, Verdigris, Milo, Idolia, The Specter, Adder, and Dart.]

[ringleaderising]

Time for my periodical "recently completed projects" round up!

IN ORDER OF IMAGES: Pendulum & Anathema - Birthday hatched G1s! Adder & Dart - pair for leaf/rad/z dragons from That One Post. Patina & Arcadia - Literally just two pretty horses I gened, man. Specter & Damocles - Fandragon G1s for the new Bad Omens and Sleep Token releases. Cherubim, Seraphim & Ophanim- okay you can't see why I got these under all their clothes but.

this is why. they look really really good together and I needed dragons with firebreather.

So I bought 3 guardians and gave them firebreather. I am nothing if not predictable.

I have spent more on gem genes than I care to admit to in the past few months. My clan is starving.

[ringleaderising]

'' bite down. right now. feel the blade draw the blood from the roof of your mouth. ''

THEY'RE FINISHED. I don't want to talk about what it cost to get here. but I'm here. and I got here. and I made it. and we did it.

Lady Adder (she/her) and her sworn Knight Dart (she/her) are perhaps as notably toxic as their colors might imply. A fleeing royal from a clan in the depths of the Viridian Labyrinth, one might assume that Adder has some sense of decorum or class- an assumption that will get you killed by trusting it. A temperamental, stubborn woman with a taste for revenge, her people made their community with 'life' magic that defied death.

Life magic she used to ensure the continued survival of her beloved champion. Falling in battle thousands of times over only for the rot and fungus within her to summon her back to the mortal coil, Dart's loyalty is singular and resolute, a groaned "my... queen" uttered into the cool night air each time she seeks to defend her mistress' honor.

They hide now among the people of Vaudemire Sideshow, a place with at least one other lumbering revenant to obscure the way Dart's facsimile of life is long past its expiration date.

something something, toxic undead yuri, you will reblog.