I am so damn thrilled, because I received a finished comm today from the one and only @emmettverse (previously @emmettnet) with my fav pairing of Eotia <3
My little blorbos, so perfect yet again. I love the expressions, the coloring, the love shining through this work and I literally hugged the screen with my cheek when I saw it. My pwetty boiz... *holds gently*
This has been commissioned as an illustration of a very pivot moment in the RP Eodum and Setia originally come from and thrive.
The scene in question under the cut:
TW: slightly NSFW (nakedness mentioned), intimate whump, gore ideation, manipulation.
Long time no see, huh?
Today I come to you to showcase a comission @mmaurysiek created for me.
Mau-chan has been really vibing well with my blorbos, so I asked if they could paint my fav pairing - Eotia (Eodum x Setia). The brainstorming was extremely fun, picking the color palette and commenting on each stage of the project - ridiculously smooth.
The result is simply stunning, I cried a little (/gen). After a few references which I normally create in picrew / by AI / through rather Anime-like or cartoon style comissions, this feels like it has real life substance, between a monochromatic photo and a statue.
Those two came from different worlds and backgrounds, have different attachment styles and only circumstances and desperation put them together, binding them forever. Eodum has never experienced love before, Setia never allowed himself to love fully. Yet this impending disaster hold them in check mate and hold them very well. They are in balance, back to back against the rest of the world.
Once again, thank you @mmaurysiek for putting so much care into doing justice to those two, with love and care for their proud parent (That's me! Me!). Mau-chan still has their comissions opened, so grab the slots while you can!
I love, when playing Dreamlight Valley, create avatars inspired somehow by my OCs. So this one is inspired by Merah.
This one by Setia.
This one was inspired by James Rudkowski (OC of RudaSosna)
This is basically my Opal travelling to teach kids.
And this by my cute little whumper Eodum.
The update roadmap for DV after Early Access shows the ability of online multiplaying. Hope to see you there.
After two months in Alleine's Temple, Setia started to grow restless.
"Eodum…" he started impatiently, resting his cheek on the demi-gods chest in the morning. "When are we moving on from here? It's been so long… that's the biggest diasphora we can create here, we need to make our way back to the capital city…"
"Isn't this enough for you, Setty?" Eodum played with his long blond hair as he spoke. "We have shelter here, we can heal people, we have each other, my damn mom stopped trying to kill us…"
"Healing is not everything people want from higher beings, Eodum. They pray for wealth, strength, love, and most importantly" there was a grimace of insistance on Setia's face "for freedom. That was our deal. And the new queen is not making quick enough movements with the papers you gave her."
For a moment, it seemed the deity completely ignored those words, still just swirling a lock of hair around his finger. But after a while of silence, his impatience surfaced.
"Why do we have to meddle with the slavery system? It's enough for me that you are a free man walking. What difference does it make to you anymore? Even that stinky Adam walks free, and that big guy Shadow!"
"They ALL have to walk free, you hear me?!"
Quick movement of Setia jumping out of bed and shouting at him took Eodum by surprise. It was unlike his lover to lose his cool like that, being on the more cunning, cold and calculated side. Making a man like him moan was all the reward the demi-god wanted from his cult. Well, this and his control over legions of adorable rodents.
"You want to be a saviour of masses? FINE! But when you are dealing with fractured bones, don't bother to think about me!" Setia snapped. He felt his body burning, yearning to touch just a patch of the purple skin in front of him, but not really knowing if he wanted to caress or to puncture it. "There's more to fix in the world than a few feverish kids! MORE!"
"Are you… leaving?" quickly the surprise of Eodum made his face not shocked, but darker, red eyes burning with lack of acceptance. The man in front of him may not wear a collar anymore, but is HIS TOY. With a snap of a finger he can return Setia's brain to the blind dependance he pushed him into before, rendering him unable to walk and nursing him back to health much more slowly than it was called for. However, he seemed to all but forget how to even shape fingers for a snapping motion.
"I am, yes" a disgusted, foresakining stare burned into Eodum's brain for a while, making a smoldering, growing hole where the logical thinking used to reside. It consumed him, locking his jaw in stupor, sinking his nails into the flesh within a clenched fist. And soon, when the tall priest was heading straight towards the city buildings, it consumed him in its madness.
The pain in his shins, long gone, has hit with double the power as Setia's muscles have been working hard. Stretched across the sidewalk, he soon started to crawl, ready to call "Fire!" or "HELP!" in no particular direction, but one of those damn magical mice ran up to his face and squeaked.
"Master Eodum will be with you shortly, sir!"
Disclaimer:
This little piece is one of the early Eodum's learning session on how to heal, experimenting on his volunteer, later lover, Setia.
With warm hugs to @mmaurysiek and @whumpshaped
CW: consensual torture, stabbing, blood, restrained movement, sinister carewhumper , intentional injury
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"Stop writhing so much!"
Easy for him to say. So far Eodum had tested breaking his bones and spraining his joints, that required a grip or a throw, not patiently waiting. Even burns were easier, because he could make it sudden. But stabs? Setia tried, but whenever he saw a sharp blade coming close to his body, even suddenly, he instictively moved away.
"S-Sorry…"
"I'll have to tie for this one, I cannot let you turn a stab wound into a laceration!"
Eodum was impatient. He knew Setia was good with pain by now and would only let out small grunts through his gritting teeth. That made the whole process easier. Wound, wound, wound, heal. Wound, wound, wound, heal. Only this way he could become a more powerful deity, only when he mastered that skill. And Setia offered himself as a sacrifice on his altar.
"If it's neccessary…"
"Definitely it will be quicker."
Setia was reluctant, but allowed himself to be roped to the tree, bark rough against his back. With eyes closed, fist tightened, he took the first dagger stab to his arm with but a whimper. The warmth of blood quickly spreading on his sleeve.
"Those wounds work different" observed Eodum. "You have to reverse them along with the blood loss, which usually doesn't happen in burns and fractures… More factors to control."
And then he stabbed his thigh. This time, the blonde man groaned.
"Ssssh, Set, shhh… one more and the pain will be gone. I can do this, don't worry."
Only when demigod's hand landed in a mocking gesture of care on his cheek, Setia realized the amount of cold sweat on his body, almost evaporating with the pressure of Eodum's fingertips. He was worse, he felt worse, so he could take all of this for the other. He would be able to abolish the whole slavery system in Vermillion, if he takes it like a man.
Then, the knife rapidly slipped in between his ribs, and for a split second he couldn't believe Eodum would do something like this so carelessly. That the demigod wants to get rid of him, like a broken toy, as such a wound is impossible to heal. It raptures everything inside. His scream was interrupted by a spasmatic cough, blood filling his mouth and spilling onto the grass below.
"Setia?.." the worried red eyes scanned his pale face.
"Nghh…" was the only sound Setia managed to squeeze out before he coughed up more blood and fell into darkness.
Grass tickled his cheek when Setia regained consciousness. His body felt so light, but he quickly understood why when he dragged his gaze up from the ground. Eodum, half-kneeled, held his legs in the air, leaving subtle kisses across the cut on his thigh, closing the wound which in turn was sucking up the bloody mess. Nothing hurt, all was a bliss, the other's lips so hot.
"Can we do some other type of wounds, next time I'm here?" Setia asked, all limp, turning his look to the sky getting dressed all in reds and golds.
"Yeah, sure. I will be ready in 10 minutes."
