#godsbane

[persona-paradox]

A break from drawtober to share this piece I finished the end of last month.

My design for Cyric (and Godsbane) for a campaign I’m playing in. He plays a central part in the plot since it takes place right at the start of the spell plague. And my character is a Cyricist on their way to becoming his Chosen.

I also have this piece available for art prints!

[e3n-ethan]

This is one of, if not *the* prettiest warhammer covers

[hircines-hunter]

Acquired Dulled Godsbane

[theaceofskulls]

I’m not putting this in my official write up, but I want to say Black Library needs to stop introducing Khainite ladies that I can’t stop shipping with the main character, especially by writing them as antagonistic to them but having either other characters or their own internal dialogues noticing that they actually care about the stupid idiot heroes they’re joining on adventures with.

You can’t keep doing this GW and not having them smootch. This is an elf crime.

[astrogone]

❝ @ mutuals, send me a 🍓 and I’ll compliment you! ❞     /     pt. 3

🍓 @gardenshe: Kage, wow, I swear, every time I see you on my dash, I legit get that meme of the “FUCK everybody else— I RESPECT you” gif playing in my head. You’re so powerful?! Not should this chaotic community be fucking quaking at your presence, but the whole wide world. Honestly, the way you’re so open about these things that need to be said and heard is amazing, and while I get that people come on here to write and not be reminded how shitty our world is, I don’t know, I love when people are vocal about what is harmful and / or dangerous to so many people on here and in real life. You’re so mindful and understanding and loving though, and even when you make a mistake, you are willing to listen to what others have to say and improve yourself. I fucking love that a lot for you and you bet I’m always gonna be sipping my respect juice for you. I hope you know that you do have a wonderful heart and you deserve so many good things, and if anyone ever got a problem with you, I’ll throw them to the void. I hope to interact with you more as you’re a delight to talk to from our brief interactions on the dash and IMs ( I’m just a butt at carrying conversations, not gonna lie, but just know that you have my heart and soul ). So happy and grateful that we got to meet and be friends. Also! With Poppy, she is so wonderful, oh my gosh, I love how much you would try to give her so much care and love in her character, and just? I’m so fucking thrilled to see her more in the future. You’re the beest. <3

🍓 @godbanes: Ari, you are beyond brilliant, please never ever forget that!... The way you put so much time and effort in everything and everyone you create, with the amount of research, passion— it’s brilliant! I don’t even know how you do it, but just how you write, think, you never fail to amaze me. I’m going to say this straight up that you’re one of my inspirations from this Hellsite and I’m just. So fucking grateful that I decided to peek into your blog when I saw you in a thread with someone on my dash. That we got to interact more because? Honestly? You are the stars to my world. I always get so happy seeing you on my dash, even if you just reblog something you associate your muses with, or when I see a message from you. You! Make me so joyful, friend. You easily made a home in me and I want to thank you greatly for being very kind, patient, understanding, and for sharing your talent and wonders to this chaotic community, or, really, the world, that honestly doesn’t deserve to have you. You’re just too good for us. I always have the delight writing or chatting with you, and we can have over twenty threads together and hold a conversation with over different tens topics happening at once, and I wouldn’t ever mind that at all because, seriously, you’re so much fun to interact with and one of the people at the moment who made my— not just roleplay experiences on this shitty site or in general— but also my life more fun. I want to offer more of my love to you because truly, you deserve all of the good things in this universe and I’d be more than happy to throw some good things through complimenting you, but this is honest to God the longest compliment I had given to anyone yet and I don’t want to ramble for too long, so. Just know that I’m just extremely grateful that we had met and I can already consider you as a close friend who I cherish and protect at all cost. I love you so much to the sun and back. <3

🍓 @seekesotsibteadmist: Kyrian, uh, hi!? We literally recently started interacting with each other and?! Please remember that you’re amazing, like, what the heck... I already said this in our Discord, but I swear, your writings, lores, and everything else in your blogs are amazing?! I really had a blast going through your blogs and learning more about your muses. There is so much love in them and it makes me so delighted to see the passion given from the bottom of the hearts. I love when people are like that to their creations— make them feel real and believable. Also, your writings are breathtaking to read. When you replied to the meme thread with Saima and Poseidónas, I was instantly blown away with the voice you had created in them through their response to Poseidónas; it’s rich, and touching, and I could feel the emotions in their words. You have that wonderful talent, and I can not absolutely wait to see more of it and interact with you more. You’re fucking awesome, friend. <3

🍓 @timidstrcngth: Except... Carp said I should compliment myself as to have some self love, so, uh, me, Atlas, I love how far I had created this universe and the amount of time and effort I would put in my creations from writings, characters, to lores, so forth, despite how often I get dragged in real life and erratic my motivation and energy is in doing anything. I love that I love my creations out of, honestly, spite towards how I function with how my life is because of what I just said: Busy schedule, erratic motivation, and all. ( It’s sad, yeah, but it’s better than not to love any of my work at all. ) I love how I would try to be that someone who’d try to be a reminder to everyone that they’re never alone as that they will always be loved and cared for, I love that I’m resilient despite anything that would happen to me and I’m usually easy to move on from the difficulties I have to face, and I love that at the end of the day, I can still find myself telling to myself that everything will be alright in the end. Overall, I’m pretty cool, I suppose. <3

[astrogone]

​Spots to Kiss: A Kiss on the Jawline ( @godbanes​​ ) — Donovan / Jack

“Please?”

                                       “No.”

“Pretty please?”

                                       “No.”

“P—”                                        “I WILL leave you.”

A pathetic whine escapes from Jack as he practically clings onto Donovan’s leg that is about to leave his sight, trying not to to get his bruised jawline contacted with the other’s knee. Although there is no blood on him from the severe cuts, the sharp pain still dwells through pulsing, torn flesh. He doesn’t think Donovan would let him sit this close to him if he was stained with blood. Or even a speck of dirt. Yet it seems like asking him for a kiss on his little, bitty boo boo after he had hurt himself climbing over the playground is still too much for him.

Always the dirty damned Jack you are, Donovan would say. Jack takes that title with pride because that is all he is; he would not know himself in any other ways. Though when he sees that particular dark gleam across Donovan’s eyes during this amusing night, he feels joyful, thinking that he appreciates him like that anyway.

“Jack states that Donovan is mean,” he huffs.

Donovan bears a fake offended look. “Ouch, I’m hurt,” he says sarcastically. “Come up with a better insult than that and I’ll stay.”

Jack tilts his head, thinking. Then smirks. “Jack insults him about how Jack is a better kisser than him.”

A roll of eyes is given— so hard, someone else may be the one bleeding tonight. “Nice try, Jack, I’m never going to kiss your stupid, little injury. How old are you? Three?”

“Ummm... Jack doesn’t rem—”

“It’s a rhetorical question, oh my God.”

“Jack! Wants! Just! One! Kiss! From! Donovan!” Jack jumps in his seat as he emphasizes every single one of his word. Wincing each time he lands and causes the pain to spread deeper than before.

“The only thing you’ll get from me is a punch if you keep asking me for that,” Donovan retorts.

“Jack asks how is that even better for Donovan? That just makes Jack want him to kiss his jawline more then—” “Okay, I’m going, goodnight.”

“WAAIIIITTTTT!” Jack clings onto two legs now. Donovan shoves him off, but is waiting for his next words. Impatiently, of course. “Jack promises he will never talk about it, so... please? Just a one second kiss to make Jack feel better?” He attempts to pull off a puppy look on Donovan, shiny eyes and head tilted and all. Donovan scoffs, throwing his cigarette down and stomping on it, as if that is an equivalent to beating Jack up for having to be a complete weird baby about this whole situation to him.

“Fine, fine, fine. I’m only doing this just because I know you’ll never shut up about this.” The last part could be said either to Jack or himself, though it can be both, Jack thinks. He doesn’t plan to dwell over that thought for too long when, at last! He is finally getting a kiss! Jack leans himself closer to Donovan and it is only a bare brush his jawline gets from him. Even though Donovan had truly taken his words with giving him a one second kiss, the disappointment still burns in him for the kiss lasting too soon. In a blink of an eye and nothing feels right. It is too much like a breeze during the gentle times, or a feather ticking on nose. Nothing about it screams Donovan.

Knowing him though, with sharp grins and a heavy heart, Jack should had known this would happen.

Yet hope prevails all.

“You’re thinking too loud,” mutters Donovan, shaking Jack’s shoulder to take him back to the reality. Jack almost doesn’t want to go back, but he still listens to him because it’s Donovan. “Let’s go home, it’s getting cold here.”

Jack slowly nods, standing up from the bench, his knees nearly buckling as the world sadly sways beneath his feet. He comes to realize that he doesn’t feel any better after all of this. “Okay.” Strangely, for once, he’s quiet, but Donovan doesn’t acknowledge it. Certainly not when he takes another cigarette from his pocket and lights it, as if he’s burning the phantom kiss on his lips, before he walks away, not waiting for Jack to follow him. Donovan knows what Jack has been thinking, and Jack knows that he will only ignore his thoughts of wanting more from him. More of him.

The only times Jack does get that desire is when they are either drunk or high, but he can’t appreciate Donovan properly. He can’t when Donovan doesn’t let him— want him to.

Even when it hurts, he still follows Donovan because he loves him too much.

[astrogone]

smooches noble's cheek and ruffles Their hair 💝 - dahlia

At the gentle kiss on Their cheek, Noble gives out a soft toy squeak in surprise, quickly glancing away from Their book to stare at Dahlia, with widened starry eyes and vessel full of warmth that is dearly made by Dahlia’s affection. Though, They don’t mind the sudden contact, certainly not when They lean closer to her touch, wanting more from her as an absentminded smile spreads across Their face.

When Dahlia moves her hand away from Their messy hair, Their fingers quickly catch hers and locked them together. To feel her pulses right under Their palms, to know that she is still here despite everything, and to believe that the world is fortunate enough to even see her gentle lights, They sigh fondly before They pull her closer to Them, having her sit beside Them. A moment of admiring her passes by with a kiss on her forehead.

“We love you,” says the sky with its dying flames, the sun that descends to look after the other side of the world, the moon that crawls over to the side that Dahlia is in, who is now blessed with Their starlight above. Eventually, another kiss is given to her, but on the lips, kind and endearing, full of promises. This is what it means to be loved by the Universe. “We love you very much, Dahlia,” says Noble.

[astrogone]

hi... i love u so much and everything u create

Oh, hi... 😳👉👈 that’s me @ you too...... Same thought, same thought.........