#inesha

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Vaïle found out what happens when your shy and quiet boyfriend suddenly starts flirting back. the hard way

Vaïle (umbreon) and Oris (espeon) belong to @the-m00n-dragon ! (they're PokeDnD characters)

[fluffyluu]

Here!!!! Take a pokemon DnD OC of mine!! He's called Inesha, and is a sweet, shy, very smart, very neurodivergent boi and i love him to bits

Ty @the-m00n-dragon for breaking my heart with this mini campaign i will never recover

(Obnoxious rambling about his lore below)

So, short story time : the mini campaign was all about grief and memories, and all our characters started with a lot of our memories missing

We didn't even know what we were supposed to know, only that we had to lead a terrified Espeon to her judgment (who also got her memories taken) for having done something real bad. Also our DM told us to give them one lore bit that we had forgotten, and, being the masochist that I am, I told them that I'd lost the memory of a first kiss

WELL. TURNS OUT THAT FIRST KISS HAPPENED WITH A VERY IMPORTANT CHARACTER THAT HAD DIED FROM AN ILLNESS NOT LONG BEFORE THE START OF THE CAMPAIGN, WHOSE DEATH TRIGGERED ALLLL THE BAD SHIT HAPPENING BC THE ESPEON WAS HIS SISTER??? AND OUR ADVENTURING BUDDY BEFORE OUR MEMORIES GOT TAKEN??? AND TRIED TO RESURRECT HIM WITH SOME DARK MAGIC STUFF?? AND EVERYTHING WENT TO HELL AFTER THAT??

Anyway, it was messy, it was heartbreaking, and I had a fuckin blast, so expect someee fanarts between this character (Inesha) and his now deceased bf, an Umbreon (Vaïle)

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"It doesn't matter that he took my memories away ; just seeing you is enough to stir my heart. I know it's you."

My poor, poor little Inesha. Stumbling upon the ghost of his deceased lover, while traversing a river of souls, after his memories were taken away...

This handsome Umbreon OC belongs to @the-m00n-dragon, DM of the DnD campaign where these two appeared!!

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More of the pokemon dnd gays, except it's the bad ending AU!!! Vaïle (?) is still here but...is he really?

At least he still seems to love Inesha... That's all the little Glaceon could ask for...

(Vaïle belongs to @the-m00n-dragon)

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More doodles of the gays <3

(as always Vaïle/Umbreon belongs to @the-m00n-dragon)

[sienniafr]

Inesha had reassigned Alniyat to take over most of the stealth jobs she had planned for herself while she was busy relearning all her old skills with her new gift, but since the Imperial has been called to serve the Tidelord, she's having to make do herself. It's difficult; her wings catch the light at the most inconvenient moments, sending scattered rainbows across the floor and giving her away. Her job is more dangerous, now, than ever before, but she has no choice. She could, probably, outsource much of her work to Icsariu and Dothan, but she can't quite bring herself to do it. There's something not quite right about either of them: Icsariu with his quick smiles and darting eyes, and this new, strange stillness that seems to be in Dothan's bones. She wonders what happened to the nervous but friendly dragon she had initially been assigned, but there's no time to ask him. Not yet. For now, it's all she can do to keep herself alive. Dothan will have to fend for himself just a little longer.

[sienniafr]

She had, once, found an odd camaraderie with Jojen and Meera, the Seer and his guard. He understood her sensitivity, and was a quiet presence when she required company. He sometimes offered valuable insights when she was too tangled in other dragons' emotions to know her own. She misses that, perhaps even more than she misses him. Jojen's death hit her hard, and the well of sorrow at her lost friend has begun to interfere with her work. Her sudden difficulty couldn't have come at a worse time. At the end of a long expedition, taxing both her strength and her emotions as it had required Tarel's help, she had collapsed into her bed and slept for nearly two whole days. When she woke, it was to find that she was Gods-touched. Her wings glimmered like light through water, casting coloured shadows across the floor wherever she walked.

[sienniafr]

She had, once, found an odd camaraderie with Jojen and Meera, the Seer and his guard. He understood her sensitivity, and was a quiet presence when she required company. He sometimes offered valuable insights when she was too tangled in other dragons' emotions to know her own. She misses that, perhaps even more than she misses him. Jojen's death hit her hard, and the well of sorrow at her lost friend has begun to interfere with her work. Her sudden difficulty couldn't have come at a worse time. At the end of a long expedition, taxing both her strength and her emotions as it had required Tarel's help, she had collapsed into her bed and slept for nearly two whole days. When she woke, it was to find that she was Gods-touched. Her wings glimmered like light through water, casting coloured shadows across the floor wherever she walked. She has temporarily reassigned Alniyat to cover most of the sneaking jobs she had planned for herself, and is staunchly ignoring the Imperial's amusement at her expense. Until she has learned to contain her new gift, she's really more of a liability in the field.