There is this one gang of Windingwyrms that likes to hang around my area at this time of year. They are too quick and nimble for me to catch and with rising poaching rates of windingwyrms recently I'd like them to get off of the streets.
Most of them aren't closely related but they all seem to have striped fur and floral characteristics in common. I also noticed they have a green tint in their pupils.
Lena and Clover seem to be the leaders of the group and are sisters.
☘️Adoption rules:
Like the Hangingwyrms, adopting Windingwyrms is a different process..
Obviously in order to adopt one, you have to catch it first. Draw one of your characters or yourself catching (or attempting to) capture them by any means necessary. (Colored) Like when you tried to catch a leprechaun in elementary school. This would preferably be a series of drawings or a comic, or you can also write it. (250 words minimum)
Lena and Clover are a package deal. You can collab with another artist (which will boost your chances of adopting them) but they would like to stay together. So either collab with someone you are close to, or collab and consider having one of you own both.
Please help guys they keep running circles around me
Cooldowns do not apply for monthly events. Deadline is the end of this month, have fun!
hey gourd, how about an Easter egg cat! Colorful and hiding something teehee
Snowberrypool is a curious cat. She's got long, luxurious white fur, and loves to hunt for secrets. However, no one knows that she hides what she sees as the ultimate secret: She knows her parents went against the code to have her. Her dam? A normal warrior. Her sire, however? A cleric. A holy cat, dedicating their life to interpreting divine messages. Not supposed to have kits, because it's believed that the presence of blood relatives descended from a cleric will cause bias in the divine's decisions, or that the cleric will lose their connection. She knows because she has been visited by the divine for her entire life. She is living proof that the divine takes preference to the children of their mortal messengers, and her worst nightmare is soon to come: Her rival, Licoricestone, is about to uncover the truth. Will everything come crashing down, will Licoricestone turn over a new leaf and help her, or will he blackmail her?
“Tell me where they are!” Annatar enunciated, a frown forming on his luminous brow.
Something about Tyelpë’s face irked him, and it took a moment for him to understand that his former lover looked positively ugly.
Tired, injured, and visibly terrified, Celebrimbor was far from the suave smith and comely cub that had almost managed to capture Annatar’s petrified heart.
His skin was blotchy, and his eyes were bloodshot as he writhed, naked and sweating profusely, against the cold steel that held him.
In many shockingly dispassionate ways, he reminded his finally revealed enemy of the horses the Children rode into battle, and which ran themselves ragged before being “delivered” by a merciful blade.
For darling Tyelpë, there would, of course, be no such mercy before he’d not given up the secret he so stubbornly tried to withhold from one immeasurably more powerful and terrible than he could even imagine.
By nature and design, Annatar himself had no notion of ugliness—even his unchained anger and boundless hatred only gilded him and, if anything, made him even more unbearably, uncannily beautiful.
Indeed, the flush of ire in his cheeks and the flash of calculating disdain in his eyes only heightened his bewitching pulchritude, and this alone seemed to further distress his headstrong captive if his frantic squirming against unbreakable bonds was any indication.
No, the hideousness of rage and fear was something Annatar had learned and studied throughout the ages.
“Hey, look at me,” he purred, lifting Celebrimbor’s head—lolling feebly to and fro—by the deceivingly tender touch of a single finger. “Tell me where those silly, inconsequential rings you made, according to my design and thanks to my help, are, and I’ll let you go. We could even try to rekindle…”
His lips curled into a petulant moue of displeasure when Celebrimbor gave a raucous, brittle, distinctly derisive chuckle.
“Or not,” Annatar continued smoothly. “It doesn’t matter. Just tell me where you’ve taken them!”
The light—once so compellingly bright and pure—within the young Elf was failing fast now; already it seemed reduced to a single flickering point of defiance within his otherwise dull gaze, and Annatar gave a long, regretful sigh.
“I’ve known your great-grandfather,” he said with an impish smirk. “And your grandfather…and Fëanáro, of course.”
As he spoke, Annatar let his long, slender fingers touch the steel construction onto which he had affixed Celebrimbor’s painfully stretched-out limbs. In honour and mockery of his heritage, Annatar—who had once been Mairon, The Admirable—had returned to his own roots and had handcrafted a beautiful eight-pointed star such as the boy’s grandfather had elected as his sigil.
A muted grunt that Annatar could not quite interpret escaped his captive at that.
“Let it sink in,” Annatar purred. “Understand who and what I am—what I’ve seen, what I’ve done, what terrible and wonderful power I wield!”
Even if the incarnates, quick to forget the lessons their ancestors had carved out of history by blood and suffering, seemingly invariably swallowed his disguise line, hook, and sinker, Annatar remembered everything.
“There is fire in your blood,” he whispered fervently. “It has been kindled within your line long before you were even a distant dream.”
Pressing his lips against Celebrimbor’s sweat-sheened temple, Annatar let some of that life-giving heat he’d carried within himself since before Arda had been created flow into the other’s fading being.
“I can keep you alive.” It was a promise. It was a threat. “I know what you need, and I shall give it to you while stripping you of everything else.”
Again, Celebrimbor merely moaned before clamping his pale, bloodless lips shut.
“As you wish…”
With deliberate, teasing precision, Annatar chose a sharp blade from his collection and made the first cut.
“I’ve perfected this technique on your uncle,” he explained cheerily as he splayed a warm, soothing hand against the concave, trembling stomach of his doomed paramour. “He was also such a sacrificial fool.”
As he meticulously severed ligaments and detached muscles, Annatar let his supreme energy flow in a steady, sustaining stream into Celebrimbor’s agonised body.
“He wouldn’t give up his secrets either,” he muttered, still peeved at the recollection of Maedhros’s laughable obstinacy. “Much good it did him.”
“He lived.”
“Not for long.”
Celebrimbor, even as he was divested of his pristine skin piece by piece, had the nerve to utter another guffaw that echoed like a scream through the empty chamber.
“You know nothing about time,” he ground out. “And you shall never learn where the rings are.”
“You’ll die a terrible death,” Annatar prophesied darkly.
The almost pitying gaze the moribund Elf gave him made the unveiled Maia bare his teeth in frustration.
“And I thought you knew my family,” Celebrimbor hissed. “As ever, you overestimate yourself. I am undaunted.”
For a while, Annatar continued his gruesome work in sullen silence. He kept that flayed grotesquery of his own making suspended on the very edge of death as he peeled back the layers of his beloved Tyelpë to reveal his sworn enemy.
That last insult had hit him harder and wounded his pride deeper than he’d anticipated, especially seeing the unequivocal power dynamic in which they presently found themselves.
Despite his instinctive reluctance, Annatar searched his near-perfect memory for hints and clues.
There were many things for which these pesky incarnates would die gladly, and he couldn’t decide which one was at stake presently.
Could it be a home Celebrimbor had never really had since leaving the Blessed Realm?
The idea of another lover was so outrageous that Annatar discarded it instantly—it was inconceivable to him that any other being, no matter how handsome or kind, might have eclipsed him in Tyelpë’s affections.
Family. The certainty hit the malicious Maia like his former Master’s icy breath—if there was one thing that turned even the most loquacious of Elves into unmoving stone, it surely was the safety and happiness of their kin.
“They’re all dead,” he spat distractedly.
“Well,” Celebrimbor breathed faintly. “Then the rings are lost, and you shall never retrieve them!”
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Lots of love from me!
@fellowshipofthefics Here's a really dark one one!
I'm probably about to sound a lil stupid but I have no damn clue where to get the rw art month prompt list and I have no idea who to ask or where I would find it exactly ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
do you perhaps have it or know where to find it???
(no real reason for asking u in particular btw, I just saw an art month post from someone at the top of my page and decided to ask ,:))
OH there was an announcement on the main Rain World server on discord which had the list! Here it is, good luck!
"[...] I started writing songs when I was 12, and I started writing songs because it's kind of like a message in a bottle, you know, you, you write a song and it's like you can send it out into the world and the person you wrote it about might hear it, and they might end up knowing what you think about them or how you feel about them."
Happy March everyone! I hope you guys had fun with the February Event. For March we have something just a little different planned. We are creating a tournament of “Most Written Characters” in the Tolkien universe, and we need your help deciding a winner!
**RULE EDIT BECAUSE TUMBLR IS BEING DUMBLR WITH THE TAGS!!**
Rules: You must reblog and mention @fellowshipofthefics in the reblog. (Just to make it easy on us please tag the character as well.) If the same fic is mentioned multiple times, it will only get a count of one. You are free to write new fic for this event.
From March 1st-10th: You can tag as many fics as you want. Main characters from the fic will be tagged and added to the character total. (So if it’s a Thorin x reader, that’s one point for Thorin. Sam x Frodo is one point for Sam and one point for Frodo.)
THE SIXTEEN MOST TAGGED CHARACTERS WILL BE REVEALED!
From March 11th-20th: You can only tag fics containing at least one of the sixteen characters, and they must be fics you personally created. Same point system above applies. (Ships between 2 characters will still count as long as one of the characters is in the top 16. If both characters are in the top 16, both characters still receive 1 point each.)
THE FOUR MOST TAGGED CHARACTERS WILL BE REVEALED!
From March 21st-31st: You can only tag fics containing at least one of the four characters. They must be fics you personally created...and contain one of the words off the list below in the title. (Remember, you are free to write new fic for this event.)
Word List:
Adventure
Bees
Green
Hero
Mistakes
Oak
Rain
Recipe
Sing
Spring
Time
Window
Our MARCH MADNESS CHAMPION will be revealed on April 1st!!
Have fun! Tag lots of fic! All fics tagged will feature on the blog (eventually). And if you have any questions, shoot us an ask.
