#hehee!

[bodisattva]

" i feel like i'm losing touch with what i am again. "

spoken through broken, panicked sobs. this was never supposed to happen. how was she supposed to know she'd meet her adopted father in the woods? how would she have known that he would stoke something burning and violent in her blood? that his words cut deeper than any poison he could inflict her with? she can't do this. she can't do this anymore she can't breathe she can't -

( mainverse (hashira) ena and douma :) )

His movements were bestial, hurried, a blizzard that threatened to snuff out all life. The moment he caught that sickeningly sweet scent, Douma understood the gravity of the situation at hand, this was no simple prey. He moved like a man possessed, leaping from branch to branch, effortlessly weaving between the trees. He followed the scent to a clearing, marred by the beast's poison. Douma bit down the bile that threatened to rise to his throat from that rotten stench, eyes desperately searching for any trace of her. And there it was, he caught a glimpse of her haori, a petal in the midst of ash.

The Ice Hashira leapt from his hiding spot, immediately closing the distance between them. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight that awaited him.

He could not begin to comprehend just what she had endured. Yet one thing he understood clearly, the wounds inflicted upon her heart cut deep. Douma fell silent, peering down at her like a statue carved from stone, face drenched in shadow under the moonlight. He waits, and waits, and waits for her to speak, to shed her tears. And allow herself the moment to break.

And then, a step, and another. Douma knelt by her side, hands already moved to cup her cheeks. A thumb very carefully brushed away some of the tears. He tilt her head up, guiding her gently.

"Ena." His voice is firm, but warmth gradually melts away the frost. It is meant to catch her attention, as winter turns to spring. "You are still you. You can be nothing and no one else."

He shifts closer, now on both knees, his face inches from hers.

"You are the Spring Hashira. You are the woman I admire, you're my dearest friend, you always have been and you always will."

[troutsoup]

It’s curious that Gale’s “best” ending, the one where he becomes a Blackstaff professor, is the one that least exempts him from Mystra’s influence.

A school founded and headmastered by two more of her most renowned Chosen. Where the apprentices openly worship her, call upon her, reference her—the ones who don’t know of Gale’s past nonchalantly wish him her blessings on their way out of his office hours, and the ones who do know whisper former Chosen to each other in the stairwells.

Not to mention the memories he has of his own time as a student there, honing the talent and ambition that caught her attention, visiting her altar in the dead of night. Now, to pass it on his way to teach each day—how could his stomach not churn at each reminder of how things have changed?

[stateric]

I realized you are pretty new too not as new as me and you are really good at making ocs so I want to draw tons of oc's any advice?

Woah… it’s really an honor for somebody to ask me this…🥺

I have to say… I’m not the best at making ocs.. (they plain😭-

Anyway though I’ll try to explain anyway (:

I’m not what you would call a professional lol but whenever me make my ocs, I always try to make them match me feelings, mood/thoughts or maybe a vibe heh

When I made Kirble actaully, I was thinking of him as the side of my life that emits dark feelings, or uh maybe like just a main antagonist or somthin, but he came to life anyway in me story💀

but I think of Xtwo and Slash and the others as sorta just a memory, a character that relates to me, idk. They give me something to think of when I’m bored after doing a buncha stuff and I’m tired

I also like to color them based on their moods or personality, like how Ruth is more pink, and she’s more sassy, I think it fits her imao

I also like to imagine them doing future tasks that I have to do so it makes it more fun.. it also helps me get closer to the oc and makes me want to add more ideas and things to the character

Sometimes I get in an obsessed mood with my ocs and I do Bible reading with em… running with em… AHHHH

but yah… I finally wanna add that I like to add stripes or a certain color hue to characters that emit a certain feeling. Like maybe stripes around the eyes give them a more feral look. Somthing like that heeh

but yah… I hope me didn’t ramble too much lol

I like ocs…

[yourbuddy1984]

hi everyone i love you everyone<3

[misspiggy]

ur face and general sense of style reminds me on the late 30s/early 40s! idk why but yeah!

ohhhh!!! I love that thank you so much!🤩🤩🤩

[sapphirethefluffymewtwo]

SCREW IT, WE MAKING CLANGEN DRAMA

[underwater-icecream]

[I went through your headcanons and thought of something: Doesn't Cinder use dust to change her clothing and form weapons? Maybe Neo could use dust and trigger it with her aura to write things on her arm for other people to read, or something?]

((Oh wow ouo; Someone actually going through my headcanons page! I need to update that actually. Hah!

Mhm! Yes! Woah ouo; That is certainly interesting! I wouldn’t know how close to canon that is.. but I guess it doesn’t matter. Pfft!

That would certainly be awesome and cool!

Thank you so much for your amazing idea, Sweet Anon <3 <3 <3!!

Take care of yourself! *waves waves and hugs* ))