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OC as a kid
Thanks for the tags @bibliobrickbat!
Behold the terror that is Dor'uth'ina in the Deep Roads as a child
Link to the doll maker.
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bb Doru
OC as a kid
Thanks for the tags @bibliobrickbat!
Behold the terror that is Dor'uth'ina in the Deep Roads as a child
Link to the doll maker.
Dor'uth'inaxCore
*OC Core*
Rules: Type “[Your OC's name] + core into search on Pinterest and use 9 images to make a mood board.
I honestly did not know what to expect hahah (I have a board called Dor'uth'ina so I think Pinterest knew what to do tbh) tagging @dayntee & @elynnism
Bat!Doru WIP Snippet 🦇
(Definitely the silliest thing I've written, but Doru's Angsting causing Ismark Distress is my weakness)
The bat keeps flapping around, making chirruping sounds, and Ismark massages his temples. “Morninglord’s mercy. I can’t talk to you when you’re like this. Can you even understand a word I’m saying?”
At this, that bat plops down onto Ismark’s lap.
Ismark scoops him up and lifts him closer to his face. Doru’s tiny body is covered in soft black fur. His leathery wings are splayed across Ismark’s open palms. Doru looks at him with two perfectly circular black eyes, and his ears twitch on his fuzzy head. Ismark releases a long sigh and strokes his cheek. Doru nuzzles against Ismark's finger in return, squeaking happily.
Ismark’s traitorous heart melts. “Don’t you give me those eyes.”
Doru sticks out a little pink tongue, and if there were any remaining doubts that this bat was, in fact, the love of Ismark’s life, he’s now unfortunately sure of it.
Into Unmapped Darkness (Post CoS Doru/ Ismark fic) on AO3!
Into Unmapped Darkness Ismark POV, "The Test," inspired by DragnaCarta's Doru's Trial from Curse of Strahd: Reloaded.
Author's Note: I didn't play Reloaded, but I've read it, and I really love how it introduces a mechanic for sparing Doru. With that in mind, I thought, "hey wouldn't it be angsty if Ismark tested Doru?" And that's where this chapter was born.
Preview:
Ismark releases Doru’s hand and sits back, taking in his friend.
Even bathed and fed and freed from the undercroft, Doru looks different than the boy who took up a pitchfork and followed a mad wizard into battle. All the softness as been hollowed from his cheeks and stretched into sharp lines, all the warmth has been bled from his skin. He’s certainly more jaded now, nihilistic, and yet… despite the teeth and claws, there’s still something unquestionably Doru about him. Ismark just doesn’t know how to describe it.
He looks down at the book and an idea strikes him.
“Can I test you?” he asks.
“W–what?”
He grabs the book and points to a bold subheading in the second chapter. “It says here that through exposure therapy, a vampire can build up a stronger tolerance to cravings, which is not only critical in maintaining control during feedings, but over time, it can even dull the ever-present thirst.”
“Okay…” Doru replies uneasily. “But I don’t see how this—”
“You don’t think you deserve a chance.” Ismark reaches across the table to grab the bread knife. “And maybe I can’t convince you, but you can convince yourself.”
A muscle in the side of Doru’s jaw twitches. His eyes quiver as he looks over the book.
Finally, he blows air into his bangs. “Fine. What does this ‘test’ require?”
🦇 Continue Reading The Test
🥀 Start Into Unmapped Darkness from the Beginning
It’s been exactly one month since I posted the final chapter of INTO UNMAPPED DARKNESS! I wish I had something more elaborate to celebrate with, but I’m drowning in work deadlines at the moment. So here’s a little snippet from the Ismark POV bonus chapter I hope to add next week…
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Ismark takes another long draw from his lukewarm coffee, then nervously taps his fingers against the tin mug. Doru flicks the book open and scrutinizes it as if he were reading a Vallakian gossip column. His top lip curls to expose his fangs, and Ismark’s stomach squeezes.
He’s spent far too much time staring at Doru’s mouth over the years, studying the way it ticks upward into a perpetual smirk. Even before his lips were hiding a mouthful of fangs, there was always a whisper of profanity on them, a dangerous promise. The fangs only add to Doru’s devil-may-care charm.
Ismark catches himself leaning forward as Doru tilts back, the front two feet of his chair teetering off the ground. “Can I ask you something?”
“Mhm.” Ismark swallows, his throat tight.
“Are you so eager to embrace Soris’s beliefs about vampires because you genuinely believe them—or because you feel like you have to?”
“Why would I have to?”
“Because if there really is no cure for me, and you won’t kill me, then…” He lets his chair fall back down and gestures over his chest. “Then this is a real problem.”
“You’ve always been a real problem.” Ismark rolls his eyes…
Read Into Unmapped Darkness (m/m, Hurt/ Comfort, Doru/ Ismark) on Ao3 now!
Dorumark commission by the illustrious @yarrow-leaf 🍃✨
Last Line Game
Tagged by @dayntee for the last line game!
idk if this is most recent line written or last line of most recent fic. But it turns out thats the same, SO Here is Doru freaking out with her anchor because Solas stopped breathing!
very chill.
The anchor suddenly shoots a current of pain through her entire arm and hand, to her shoulder and she cant help but cry out as it jerks from Solas' throat and outward involuntarily, sputtering green magic. More intense than any rift closing, she feels like her whole nervous system is being fried as a particularly erratic pulse reaches her spine. Darkness creeps into her vision and her head meets rock.
I'll tag @alice-dead and @elynnism!
Dorumark Fic 🖤 Epilogue: A Good Thing
When Ismark doesn’t respond, Doru places a sloppy lick right over the shallow indents his fangs left behind.
“Gods,” Ismark recoils, though he’s unable to mask his laughter. “Put that thing back where it belongs, or so help me—”
“As you wish.” Doru buries his tongue between Ismark’s teeth.
Ismark flinches in surprise, then gives into the kiss, his own tongue tangling together with Doru’s. His tunic is loose, and Doru easily slips his fingers under the linen, savoring in the feel of Ismark’s stomach and the soft hair brushing his chest. Ismark threads his fingers through Doru’s hair, inhaling sharply, and Doru’s neediness hones into something feral. A growl tears from his throat.
Ismark doesn’t stay dressed for long.
No matter how many times they’ve done this, Doru still feels the same excited flutter he got in his chest when they first kissed back at the Blue Water Inn. Doru may never know what it feels like to stand in the sun, but he imagines it’s something like this—bathing in the warmth of Ismark’s embrace and the heat of his gaze, with his heart speaking to Ismark’s in the language of shared dreams and matching scars, where every touch is a prayer, a hope, a promise.
Chapter 22/ 22. ✅ Green check mark. The fic is complete 🥹
🦇 Continue Reading Chapter 22: A Good Thing
🥀 Read from the Beginning