#ebonized ash

[soli-terri]

Tall Maelstrom Chest of Drawers

Made From Ebonized Ash

By Caleb Woodard

#Caleb Woodard #furniture #design #furniture design #woodcraft #woodart #woodworking #modern furniture #contemporary design

[stephschoices]

I LOVE YOUR BLOG! can I ask you some questions?

hope you don't mind the sheer mass of details. - Which 5 interactive fictions are you most looking forward to have an update? demo out already - Which 5 interactive fictions are you most looking forward to have a demo out? no demo yet - Which 5 interactive fictions are you all time favorites? fully published - Which 5 love interests are your all time favorites? a) from published games, b) from wips - Which 5 mcs are your favorites? they don't even have to be from any of the interactive fiction above - Which 3 tropes are your absolute favorites that you would always go for? - If you had to pick between your favorite love interests, which would you: marry, kiss, smash, kill? - what kind of interactive fiction was not written yet but you hope somebody will write it one day?

Now more personal, again, only if it is ok for you.

- your favorite food - your favorite (printed) book - your favorite love interest from a video game - which celebrity would you like to meet if it could be absolutely anybody?

thank you for hearing me out steph - hope your day is beautiful

Thank you for all the questions lol 😂 sorry it took me a while to answer!

This is gonna be long so under the cut!

Which 5 interactive fictions are you most looking forward to have an update? demo out already

@theunseelieif

@fallenlightsif

@esper-game

@sekhmetswrath-if

@unwilling-souls-if

Which 5 interactive fictions are you most looking forward to have a demo out? no demo yet

@pavedinashes-if

@inkandlaces-if

@dereliction-if

@ellawrites-if (whisper in the mist)

@indeepertidesif

Which 5 interactive fictions are you all time favorites? fully published

i dont read many fully published ifs so if i had to choose some that have at least one fully finished book-

@barbwritesstuff (blood moon)

when the night comes

@the-passenger-if

@seraphinitegames (wayhaven chronicles)

@gb-patch (our life now & forever)

Which 5 love interests are your all time favorites? a) from published games, b) from wips

finished:

cove (@gb-patch - our life now & forever)

vadeyn (@underbliss - ebon light)

marco (@barbwritesstuff - blood moon)

nate (@seraphinitegames - wayhaven chronicles)

hadrian (@anathemafiction - the golden rose)

wips:

morgan (@theunseelieif)

pepe (@inkandlaces-if)

xander (@unwilling-souls-if)

tie between blade & red (@shepherds-of-haven)

griffin (@bodycountgame)

Which 5 mcs are your favorites? they don't even have to be from any of the interactive fiction above

this is really tough, but at the moment i'll say

tie between indigo & este & jade (paved in ashes / ink & laces)

fleur (unwilling souls)

cyra (the unseelie)

tie between rumaiza & leliana (disenchanted)

tie between ellery & arainia (shepherds of haven)

Which 3 tropes are your absolute favorites that you would always go for?

best friend or childhood friends to lovers

monster who thinks theyre unlovable x person who loves them unconditionally

arranged marriage

If you had to pick between your favorite love interests, which would you: marry, kiss, smash, kill?

marry: vadeyn, morgan, xander, red

kiss: cove, hadrian, pepe, blade

smash: marco, nate, griffin

kill: NO ONE

What kind of interactive fiction was not written yet but you hope somebody will write it one day?

anything based on my favorite media, right now im thinking video games; dragon age, swtor, fallout, bioshock, mass effect, tbh wouldnt mind one based on bg3 lol

your favorite food

taco bell

your favorite (printed) book

gonna be real honest, i havent read a book in many years lol but for the sake of answering i will unironically admit i love the twilight saga and read them all at least twice in middle and high school

your favorite love interest from a video game

official: Cullen (Dragon Age), Anders (Dragon Age), Alistair (Dragon Age), Theron (SWTOR), Gale (BG3), Kaidan (Mass Effect), Danse (Fallout)

unofficial: Butch (Fallout), Max (The Outer Worlds)

which celebrity would you like to meet if it could be absolutely anybody

hmmm this is tough but I'd say all members of Day6, Mamamoo, Ateez, and Itzy. And also DPR Ian <3 I'd say VAV too but I've already met them ~

#that was a lot lol #i really do appreciate the questions <3

[commander-krios]

The Realities of War

Fandom: Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic Pairing: Canderous Ordo/Carth Onasi Rating: Mature Summary: War leaves scars both seen and unseen. Canderous Ordo knows this well, but he isn’t the only one suffering from the echoes of battles fought long ago. Words: 2430 Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Suicide, PTSD, Mentioned m!Revan, War, War Crimes, Weapon Maintenance, Trauma, Referenced Carth/m!Revan, Referenced Canderous/m!Revan

Written for the 2023 KOTOR Exchange, Gift for @sihirbazi

Read on AO3

The durasteel plates felt wrong as he hefted them into his hands, the weight of them too uncomfortably heavy, the steel too weak to keep him safe from a lightsaber hit. It was days like this, when he’d take the armor apart to clean and mend, that Canderous missed the rough feel of beskar beneath his fingertips, the coolness of the iron, the pride at being able to tend to such a beautiful set of armor, to be able to wear it. 

There was nothing better than being a Mandalorian with a reliable set of tools.

But he wasn’t a Mandalorian anymore. Hadn’t been since the War, since Revan had told them to destroy their beskar, for the clans to scatter, leaving his people broken, rudderless, and lost. He’d taken that life for granted. He was left with nothing to show for it except for nasty scars and memories that plagued him during the daytime as well as the night.

Nightmares were a normal occurrence in his life. Any Mandalorian who’d lived as long as he had, that had as many scars and fought as many battles that marked him as a warrior, would have the same. It was expected, welcome even. It meant he lived a life honoring Mandalore, honoring the oaths he swore as a Mandalorian. Even if he wouldn’t ever be able to live like he once had.

None of that mattered when he closed his eyes at night, the fires of war burning behind his eyelids, even when battle rage and adrenaline jolted him back to reality with an intensity that left his heart hammering against his ribs.

The fight against the dark Jedi on Tatooine had reawoken the nightmares, keeping him from rest. But that wasn’t the only thing haunting him in the dim corridors of the Ebon Hawk. 

Jagi.

No matter how much he tried to deny it, he’d failed Jagi. And now all that was left of his former comrade was a body burned to ash amongst the sandy desert.

With a grunt, he reached for his repeater, sliding it closer to inspect. The Tatooine dust had corroded part of the trigger mechanism, the barrel stained with the blood of the Krayt Dragon. It was going to take a lot of work to clean, repair, and test before they arrived at their final destination: Korriban.

Unscrewing the trigger guard from the rest of the weapon, he carefully lifted the piece and set it on the workbench, grabbing a rag and some weapon cleaning solution, taking care not to damage any of the wiring as he wiped away the grime and sand from the trigger mechanism. It was meticulous, irritating work, but it gave him a chance to reflect in the quiet. Time that he didn’t often get with the Sith dogging their heels at every turn.

Setting the rag against the bench, he lifted the rifle and turned it in the overhead light, trying to peer inside to be certain he’d cleaned it free of all dust. With a satisfied grunt, he set it against the table once more when the sound of footsteps signaled the approach of another nighttime ghost.

The door hissed open before Onasi strolled in, pausing on the threshold at the sight of Canderous in the cargo bay, the pilot’s hand hovering in the air as if he regretted following the allure of whatever had pulled him into the room in the first place. “I didn’t realize there was anyone in here.”

Canderous raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his broad chest, cigarra hanging out of his mouth as the smoke rose in swirls to the ceiling. His gaze trailed from the top of Carth’s head to his feet, taking in every detail of the man that their leader had taken to his bed over the last few weeks. The strands of hair that stuck up at weird angles from Carth running his hands through it, tired brown eyes that peered out of a worn face, age catching up to the pilot more in the last couple months than it had his entire life. Canderous saw the dark circles, the lines around his eyes, the pallor of his skin. He wasn’t sleeping well, that much was obvious, and it wasn’t from nightly activities either.

Carth stood there awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. “I’ll leave you to it then.”

Biting the cigarra between his teeth, Canderous repressed the eye roll before kicking out the chair across from him. It slid across the floor with a screech in the quiet room, drawing Carth’s eyes back to him. “Sit down, Onasi.”

The shock on the pilot’s face might’ve made him laugh if he was inclined to, but as it was, he was a busy man who really shouldn’t be socializing with the Republic poster boy. But Onasi wasn’t the worst of the Pubs he’d met and maybe he could find common ground with him… they were both attracted to the leader of their merry little band. Vane was a powerful man who commanded attention, loyalty, and trust. There was no one better for Canderous to bed. 

If Carth respected and desired Vane as much as he did, maybe there was something there that could be stoked between them as well.

Onasi approached the table with hesitation, eyes watching Canderous as if he didn’t completely trust him. He wouldn’t hold it against him, their people had tried to wipe each other out.

“I don’t bite. Unless you ask me to.” The corner of his mouth pulled up and Carth shook his head, huffed out a breath and plopped into the chair. “There. Was that so hard?”

Carth met his eyes, mouth twitching with a smile. “How does he put up with you? You’re insufferable.”

“A bastard, for sure.” He agreed, pulling his cigarra from his mouth to blow the smoke from his mouth. White tendrils curled between them, dancing in circles before disappearing into nothing. Canderous glanced at the dark skin beneath Carth’s eyes. “You should be sleeping. Can’t have you dropping your blaster or flying us into a black hole.”

Carth rolled his eyes, mimicking Canderous’s posture and folding his arms over his chest. “That’s unlikely to happen.”

“You say that until it does. Then who’s left alive to deal with your fuck up? Probably me.” Canderous took another puff, before returning to the work he’d abandoned when Carth entered. “I’m always cleaning up Republic messes.”

Carth didn’t respond to his goading, instead glancing at the dented armor that sat in front of him. “We’ve all been through hell, huh?”

“Some of us are still going through it.”

Jagi’s angry face flashed across his thoughts. Canderous shoved it away where it belonged: in the dark recesses of his mind.

Carth’s jaw tensed, but the smallest of nods came from him in response. “Telos, Malachor… Taris. Too much death, too much suffering. When does it end?”

Canderous sighed, fingers buried in the wiring of his repeater. “It doesn’t.”

Carth didn’t say anything, only stared at the armor in front of him, memorizing the blaster burns and dents, close calls, every one of them. Canderous had many brushes with death over his long years, but he was a man well acquainted with war, with destruction. One of many things that he had in common with Vane… and with Onasi.

It was still difficult to come to terms with that fact. That a Mandalorian could have so much in common with a Jedi… with a Republic soldier. They might have been on opposite sides during the war, but it didn’t stop the truth. They were all bloodied to the bone, haunted by horrors that most of the galaxy couldn’t even begin to fathom. And he liked it that way. Canderous wasn’t a particularly gentle or sentimental person, but he could handle the pain, the nightmares, the blood as he washed it away after each battle.

He’d bear that weight willingly and keep moving forward, slightly more scarred each time.

“I know you’re right.” Carth finally said, glancing up to meet his gaze, brown eyes hiding a mind full of the same dark memories: the same horrors plagued him, the same scars marked his soul. Canderous knew that look better than anyone. It met him every time he glanced into a mirror. Onasi sighed, running his hands through his hair. “But I don’t want you to be.”

“What you want matters little.”

Harsh, maybe, but it was true and Canderous wasn’t a liar.

Carth’s shoulders tensed at the words, but he betrayed not a single thought on his face. “I know that too.”

“Then why even talk about it?”

Carth sighed again, dropping his face into his hands and the walls, the facade, crumbled away to reveal the fear beneath. “If I don’t talk about it, I’ll obsess about it. All of it. Telos and Taris and everything during the Mandalorian Wars. To know that it’s someone I trusted that leads Malak’s fleet. To know that despite everything I’ve been through, that the Republic has suffered, none of it mattered. Because people are still suffering.”

Canderous huffed, putting out his cigarra against the metal table. The pungent scent of the tabac filled the air, one last sputter of life before the flame extinguished. His eyes traced the shape of the soot mark on the metal, attempting to collect his thoughts. In the end, he went with the simplest truth. One that even Carth wouldn’t be able to deny. “Suffering is the result of weakness.”

Carth’s eyebrows came together and his face scrunched in frustration. Banging his fist on the table, the deconstructed rifle shifted slightly, but Canderous ignored it, eyes fixed on the angry man across from him. “That’s bullshit! And you know it.”

“That so?” Canderous leaned forward, moving the pieces of his rifles away to rest his arms on the table, hands clasped in front of him. 

“I know Mandalorians live to destroy everything they touch, but in the Republic, we actually care about life. About making communities safe.” Carth pushed away from the table, chair tipping over in his haste to move. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, shoulders shaking with anger as he finally let it boil over. “These people matter to me, even if they don’t to you.”

Canderous bared his teeth in a growl, but didn’t bother to stand. His presence spoke for itself. “You have no idea what the kark you’re talking about.”

“I was there when the Mandalorians bombarded Serroco!” Carth shouted, spinning on him as if he was the responsible party for the planet’s destruction. “How can you be okay with that?”

“It was war, Onasi.” Canderous brushed a hand over his forehead, trying to prevent a headache from forming from the shouting. “And don’t act like your precious Republic wasn’t doing the same thing in the name of liberation.”

“I can’t believe how casual you are about murder.” Carth turned away, still seething if his form was anything to go by.

Sighing, Canderous rested against the back of his chair, knowing this wasn’t the only thing that Carth was upset about. The betrayal of his former commander was clearly still at the forefront of his mind. “All this time fighting against the clans and you still haven’t learned anything about your enemy.”

“We aren’t enemies, Canderous.” Carth deflated slightly, as if he realized what he was saying. The past was still haunting the pilot, that much was obvious, but at least he was fighting it. The thirst for revenge he’d started their quest with was fizzling out slowly, much thanks to the tender affection he and Vane held for one another.

A tenderness that was foreign to a man like Canderous.

But then again, Vane didn’t end up in his bed for the affection.

“What do you want, Onasi? To be closer?” Canderous asked, voice gravely as he leaned forward, watching as Carth’s cheeks flushed slightly.

“I…” He cleared his throat, sinking back into the chair as if defeated. “I want you to know that you don’t have to blame yourself for what happened to Jagi. Or on Althir. I think about Serroco every day, but it wasn’t my fault it happened. Yes, it was war, but sometimes, reality doesn’t matter when you feel like you could’ve changed history. Saved more people, made better decisions.”

“I don’t want to talk sentimentality with you, Republic. Or morality. Things like that don’t matter. What matters is what you did at the time and how you move forward. And the honor with which you served.” 

Carth sighed, pinching his nose in irritation. “Fine. But at least listen to what I’m saying to you . I’ve seen the things that war does to a man. Especially ones that survive it. I am one of those men.”

“Jagi isn’t the first man I’ve seen crack under the pressure.” Canderous told him, watching as Carth flinched at what he was saying. “But he’s the first that I’ve directly affected like that. Or that I know of. It’s…”

“Painful?”

“I don’t know.” Canderous grunted at the pain in his back from sitting for so long. There was no way he was sleeping after this. “I’ve never dealt with survivor’s guilt. I’ve never felt it before. I’m not sure what any of this means. For me or for the future of the Mandalorians.”

“At least you have a future.” Carth replied, watching him with soft dark eyes that Canderous swore held some sort of affection before it disappeared. “Not many do anymore.”

“Jagi included.” He muttered, but Onasi spoke the truth. The Mandalorian clans were scattered, lost to the galaxy, but Canderous was alive, a bit scarred and weathered, but alive nonetheless. Maybe it was time he started living. “I have a lot to think about, but… I appreciate the talk, Onasi.”

Carth fought a smile, but his lips still twitched. “Don’t tell Vane that we got along for longer than a minute. His head will explode.”

Canderous snorted, but the image was enough to make him smile slightly. Carth stood, leaving him to his weapon repair, but paused on the way out of the room, glancing back at him. “You're not alone here. I want you to know that.”

Before he could respond, Carth was gone, the room a little darker for his leaving. Eyes on the disassembled repeater, Canderous let out a sharp breath, but for the first time since returning from Tatooine, his soul felt lighter.

#my writing #kotor #kotor fanfic #star wars #star wars: knights of the old republic #2023 kotor gift exchange #canderous ordo #carth onasi #carth x canderous #canderous x carth

[enddaysengine]

Geist: the Sin-Eaters Resources

Over the years I've compiled various links an resources as living documents for the Chronicles of Darkness games. Since there's always the risk of a forum going kaput, I'm also tossing them over to Tumblr so they stay in circulation.

First up is Geist, which is one of my faves and chronically underrated.

2e - Geist 2e - 2e Storyteller Screen - Chronicles of Darkness - Dark Eras 2

- Devil and the Deep Blue Sea - Scandinavian Witch Trials - The Great War

- Memento Mori - One Foot in the Grave Jumpstart

Consent in Gaming Google Forms RPG Consent Checklist (by @jl_nicegirl)

- Hunter: Mortal Remains - Mummy 2e

- Tales of the Dark Eras Anthology - The Pack

1e - Geist 1e - Book of the Dead - Geist Ready Made Characters - SAS: The Return of Mr Monster (featured in Quickstart Rules) - SAS: Dem Bones - SAS: The House Always Wins - SAS: Through the Ebon Gate - The Pack

- Three Kingdoms of Darkness - Beneath the Skin (Blue-Book) - God's Own Country - The Wolf and the Raven

- Dark Eras Companion

- A Fearful Lesson (Beast) - Foreboding Lands - Lifting the Veil

- Inferno - Immortals - Glimpses of the Unknown

Bundles - Geist Starter Kit

Fiction Death is Not the End

Selected Storyteller's Vault Products Ashes of Memory Dying In Your Sleep

Actual Plays Die Party (Henley) Eerie Quiet on the Western Front (Occultist Anonymous) One Foot In The Grave (Vorpal Tales)

#Reading list #RPG resources #RPG inspiration #Geist the Sin Eaters #Chronicles of Darkness #RPG #ttrpg #urban fantasy #urban horror

[grave-hound]

Gilneas.

The ship rocked as it cut through the swells, the salt air and sound of gulls brought back familiar memories, ones that would have made Blair smile in the past.

The sound of heavy boots stomped up behind him as a gruff voice croaked, “Suffer well, brother.” Blair glanced over his shoulder and grinned, a reflex from life that still persisted. “Hello Jorg, I would be careful saying that to any other Ebon Blade, they would gut you where you stood, or tell you their story, whichever turns you pale faster.” The other Gilnean grinned, his teeth sharper than normal humans, “I’d like to see them try.”

Blair shook his head and turned back to the ocean, watching the familiar coastline sail past. Jorg joined him at the railing and spat over the edge. “I never thought we would come home.” Blair chewed on his thoughts before responding. “I never thought I would be welcome home,” his glowing ice blue eyes narrowed, “I shouldn’t be welcome home.” The word turned to ash in his mouth. He shook his head and watched as they neared the harbor where he spent much of his youth.

Gilneas, home.

#world of warcraft #moon guard #worgen #roleplay #story #new character #death knight

[every-character-ever-poll]

WEEK TWO LINEUP

Thank you all for a wonderful first week of this poll! As of posting this, I have received 457 submissions (which is a lot more than I was anticipating). Because of that, I've decided to make every week have 100 polls instead of the minimum 80 I had planned at the beginning.

Without further ado, here is our week two lineup!

Travis Matagot - Campaign Skyjacks

April Ryan - The Longest Journey

Sam Puckett - iCarly, Sam and Cat

Jade West - Victorious

Nicholas D. Wolfwood - Trigun

Vash The Stampede - Trigun

Meito Anizawa - Anime Tenchou

CATS - Zero Wing

Shin Amon - Yakuza, Judgment

Xue Yang - The Untamed

Lyman - Garfield

Marius Pontmercy - Les Misérables

Pierre Bezukhov - War and Peace

Netzach - Lobotomy Corporation, Library of Ruina

Ash Fox - Fantastic Mr. Fox

Sneeze - Fool's Gold

Max - Sam and Max

Alina Gray - Magia Record

Lloyd Irving - Tales of Symphonia

Agent John Bishop - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2003)

TableTurf Card: Inkbrush - Splatoon 3

TableTurf Card: Aerospray MG - Splatoon 3

Marigold/Beth Parish - The Fairy Chronicles

TableTurf Card: Annaki Splatershot Nova - Splatoon 3

Thistle - The Fairy Chronicles

Warren Stone - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Hypno-Potamus - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Himena Aika - Magia Record

Tidy - The Little Trashmaid

Bon - Five NIghts at Freddy's High School

Tamaki - Mahou ga Tsukaenakutemo

Error!Sans - loverofpiggies.tumblr.com

Idia Shroud - Twisted Wonderland

Beetlejuice - Beetlejuice the Musical

Kotetsu T. Kaburagi (Wild Tiger) - Tiger and Bunny

Nikol - Xenoblade 3: Future Redeemed

Noel Gruber - Ride the Cyclone

Jack Fairy - Velvet Goldmine

Nightmare Knight - Cucumber Quest

Agent Olive - Odd Squad

Derrick Berg - Lord of the Mysteries

Yukine - Noragami

Father - Noragami

Hu Geng - The Tale of Food

Li Ling - Dislyte

Wylan Van Eck - Six of Crows

Naoto Shirogane - Persona 4

P03 - Inscryption

Gabriel - Ultrakill

Airi Momoi - Project Sekai

Myles Toyne - A Song of Ice and Fire

Jon Connington - A Song of Ice and Fire

Daemon II Blackfyre - Tales of Dunk and Egg

Buckshot (Bimbo) - Simba the King Lion

Maze Myers - Ebon Ward

Marcy Wu - Amphibia

Merry Nightmare - Yumekui Merry

Heiji Hattori - Detective Conan

Hapu - Pokémon

Cure Bloom - Futari wa Precure Splash Star

Mollymauk Tealeaf - Critical Role

Willow Rosenberg - Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Inigo Montoya - The Princess Bride

Cloud Strife - Final Fantasy VII

Aerith Gainsborough - Final Fantasy VII

Paruko/Harmony - Splatoon

dedf1sh - Splatoon

Arlan - Honkai: Star Rail

Ángel Valdivia - Detective Beebo

Nahyuta Sahdmadhi - Ace Attorney

Edmond - Nu:Carnival

Jupiter - We Know the Devil

Scarlet Witch - Marvel

Tobias Schneien - Ghost Eyes

Cure March - Smile Precure

Cure Diamond - Doki Doki Precure

Valerie - Pokémon

Alice Carroll - ARIA

Marika Kato - Mouretsu Pirates

Obi - Akagami no Shirayuki-hime

Nano Shinonome - Nichijou

Cure Butterfly - Hirogaru Sky Precure

Ran Mouri - Detective Conan

Houtarou Oreki - Hyouka

Yui Yumekawa - Idol Time Pripara

Kozue Kaoru - Revolutionary Girl Utena

Mew Ichigo - Tokyo Mew Mew

Last Order - A Certain Magical Index

Hau - Pokémon

Cure Melody - Suite Precure

Hannibal Lecter - Hannibal

Horibe Itona - Assassination Classroom

Puppycat - Bee and Puppycat

Momiji Binboda - Binbougami Ga!

Jim Lake Jr - Trollhunters

Romelle - Voltron Legendary Defender

Mai - Avatar: The Last Airbender

Vermouth - Detective Conan

Silver - Pokémon

#the week ahead #a lot of this weeks submissions did not have images or propaganda #in fact every submission after Cure March this week had neither #As a result i will try to add images I find myself. just to make the polls look nicer #not a poll

[sonneillonv]

D&D Frustrations. I hate it when my characters are typecast.

In the Tuesday D&D game I'm currently playing in (run by the owner of the shop where I run a Heroes of Dragonsgate game on Sundays) I started out playing Tyrian, a blind cleric dedicated to a god/dess of love and beauty who functions as sort of a sacred prostitute/intimate healer. But opportunities to exercise that philosophy weren't abundant and it turned out the group, which was composed primarily of secondary healers, didn't need a primary healer. So I switched to Za'elindiel, Z for short - a Lore Bard.

Z is a tiefling born to a succubus, raised in a family of Incubi/Succubi in Azzagrat. He's not native to the material plane; he's native to the Abyssal layer of Rauwend where his huge extended family (I headcanon Concubi living in rather massive and complex polycules they refer to as 'covens' and raising their children communally) pursues a wuxia-inspired courtier tradition. Z practices martial arts, swordsmanship, music, archery, calligraphy, and other pursuits necessary to be considered a 'gentleman' in Azzagrat's society. He joined the 116th Ebon Legion and was trained as an intelligence agent. He adventures on the material plane as a cover for intel-gathering, sabotage, and other tradecraft.

Z has spent most of his life dealing with the stereotypes people have about incubi. He's well aware he's expected to seduce everything that moves, which is something he patently has no desire to do. Tyrian was sexually liberal, open, and happy to spread compassion and tenderness and free love across the 'verse. Tyrian passionately believes that people improve when they receive external love and support, so providing that love and support brightens the world. Tyrian thinks every person in the world, even those who seem the most wicked, has something in them worth loving.

Z is not Tyrian.

Z doesn't have the same philosophy, doesn't like people touching him, and REALLY does not like people assuming he's anyone's whore. His Guqin, which is his primary bardic instrument, is literally named 凤仙花 / Fèngxiān Huā - "Touch-Me-Not". His sword is named 抵制 / Dǐ Zhì, "Refusal". He really could not be clearer about how disinterested he is in the 'free love' movement. He and Tyrian are good friends who stay up all night drinking, playing strategy games, and debating the nature of good, evil, and samsara together. They disagree about a great deal, but they respect each other.

My DM is under the impression I'm still playing Tyrian. He's repeatedly made references to Z's perceived sexual availability and recently had him be 'chosen' by the same god/dess of love that Tyrian serves. Z is now carrying around artifacts dedicated to that god/dess, and because he doesn't actually serve that deity, he's living in constant low-grade fear of being smote to ashes for blasphemy, because the god/dess is a good-aligned deity and he is a neutral evil demon.

His stop-gap, currently, is a vow made to that god/dess in prayer that he will ONLY use the artifacts to try to survive the dungeon where he found them. Once he's no longer in a constant life-or-death situation, he will deliver the artifacts to Tyrian's sect so they can be in the hands of true believers. For this service, he hopes the god/dess will forgive him for briefly taking advantage of their powerful magic and NOT, y'know, raze his soul to the ground.

And I'm just picturing the session where he actually does that, and my DM is baffled that anyone would surrender such powerful magic items, and I have to remind him, AGAIN, that

Z.

is.

not.

TYRIAN.

#dnd5e #life with sonne #character drama

[galpalaven]

@ash-soka recently suggested the VN Ebon Light to me and because I can't be normal about anything I have decided to make four OCs to co-exist for each of the 4 Love Interests I fell in love with lmfao

made in this picrew

Laoise "Lee" Cathair -> Main Character -> fills the role of MC

Andromeda 'Andi' Angelos -> Second MC -> has the same 'issue' the MC has but is another character with a different background

Miriam of Dianoth -> friend of Andromeda -> normal human

Noakari "Noa" Andariel -> half-elf friend of one of the LIs -> side character

#kiana plays ebon light #my ocs #im... totally normal its fine.

[brontes-anvil]

Martial Arts of my Sidereal OCs

Actually turns out it's harder than I thought even with several books out each with Martial Arts detailed. Here's my best attempts.

Captain Yurena (Journeys): There's no nautical-themed firewand styles, but I like Righteous Devil in juxtaposition with her job of ferrying doom. Failing that, I imagine fighting chain arts (Throne Shadow) and an artifact rope.

Porter (Serenity): Likes to pose as a bartender or party organizer and probably has martial arts that let him operate in social situations (Dreaming Pearl Courtesan, Throne Shadow) with Crane being his non-subtle kind of Martial Arts. Probably Seven Drunken Gods (from the supplement) and Emerald Aeons.

Unquenchable Azar (Battles): All the sword styles so far are either dual-wielding or iajutsu, which I don't see for Azar. Probably going to have a few spear martial arts (Golden Janissary), Melee Charms and hitting up Prismatic Arrangement immediately.

Ashen Tome (Secrets): Almost always weird and/or esoteric Martial Arts, even one's he wouldn't especially be good at. Dreaming Pearl, Nightingale, Black Claw (Why do you have Black Claw, Ash? That's a messed up art for messed up people. Who do you love that badly?).

Simony (Endings): Ebon Shadow and White Veil seem apt for the illusion of being unassuming.

#exalted sidereals #exalted #original characters

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

A masquerade mask, made of beech. Painted green - decorated with emeralds. The image of a hot air balloon flying over a cityscape can be made out among the intricate gold leaf designs. On the back - runes in a foreign script, but one Hriob has seen before.

With it, was a note:

"Your mask, as ordered. Using magic as you put it on will activate the illusions. I hope it suits your needs. - MT"

Shaking hands quietly grab the note, then the mask, as the Shaman - eyes faintly bloodshot, silent and fidgeting with desperate focus, trying to resist the urges of the spirits already running rampant through his head - briefly gives a sigh of relief, before donning the mask-

A burst of green light overwhelms the room, and where once a grey-cloaked figure in body wraps crouched over the parcel, now stood a much similar figure, if only in stature... instead of monk-like clothes, however, fine bright silks criss-crossed over his exposed skin, underneath a fancy, almost sparkling Pearl-and-Emerald tuxedo, with a far more streamlined, golden masquerade piece covering the skin around his eyes down over his nose. Where once he held a staff of twisted, living oak, ash, and thorn, now was a small, slim, polished wand of ebon-stained elder, capped with white pearlescent fittings on either end with the faintest hints of emerald and gold accents around their edges.

A powerful, subtle, all-encompassing glamour, but still only an illusion in the end... however, the spirits loose upon the world, not yet at full presence yet already heavily felt by their Shaman, already found their power solidifying, making more real what was still only illusion...

"Ah, about time. The Show Must Go On, after all... and I have much to see, to do, to meet, and to perform for! I wonder, though, if I'll be seeing any lost girls, cute dogs, tin-men, strawmen, or lions in the next few weeks... Time will tell, it seems! Onwards!"

#ic #Krakonos' Samhain Antics #nabeandfriends #The Tiny Fairy Mask-Crafter #greyface asks #And so another year of Chaos begins - with the Wonderful Wizard of Gauze!

[amitieos]

shadowed wings

Tendrils of wind blow verdant hair across her face as her hands tighten upon the reins. For today’s examination, she rides a pegasus with ebon wings, rather than her usual friend in arms. 

Luckily, Elincia has been a keen flier for many years. Takes to the challenge of a new steed quickly. It takes mere minutes for her to adjust to the rhythm of the pegasus’s wings that beat steady and true. Keeping her aloft, amongst the clouds and out of reach of the infantry foes beneath her.

Perhaps foes is a strong term - these are not enemies on a battlefield. Elincia and the pegasus she rides are in no real danger from the mages and swordsmen below. Nor are they from her - her targets are wooden, painted scarlet. The spells she casts are aimed away from the people below - she is trusted now, after months of study, to let her spells meet their mark.

But the examination first start with an assessment of her flying abiility. Once she’s settled in the saddle, Elincia is instructed to fly above the field, weaving through fireballs and ice magic, like a slalom in mid-air. In a real battle her enemies would not wait until she was comfortable. Would not aim just to the side of her, so their spells and blows would merely graze her if she failed to dodge, rather than sending her spiralling to the cold hard ground in a crumpled heap.

They’d also be likely to fire arrows, aimed precisely at the wings of her pegasus. It’s something she must be prepared for. There can be no room for error in her movements, none at all. Because she can fail this exam and walk away, pride wounded but ready to try again another day. If she shows even a hint of hesitation though, Elincia knows she cannot certify. That it would be foolhardy and dangerous to let her continue only to be slaughtered with ease, snuffed out on the battlefield. A fate she had long been prepared for - when she had to fight to reclaim Crimea, there had been no exams. No practice or preparation. Just her at the reins, sword and staff in hand. She had prevailed then, through the blood, sweat and tears.

Her pride would not allow herself to falter here.

Besides, she had spent years casting magic across the battlefield. Healing allies, saving them from the spears and arrows of foes. This was no different. The same magic resonated in her body. All she had to do was channel it in a different way. Take the initiative and attack, rather than hope that she could save a life from threats she lacked the courage to face head on.

Never again.

The ebon wings she rides atop are not as familiar as Chrysaor, but the pegasus responds to her commands almost as deftly. Precisely because she is confident and knows her skills. Her limits and her power. With swift wings and light hearts, the pair fly through the barrage with grace before Elincia calls upon the magic in her veins to strike.

Excalibur scatters one scarecrow into naught but strands of straw, decorating the ground. Thoron hits another in the chest, sending sparks flying. Hades, terrifying dark magic swallows another. With Ragnarok, she must hold back, lest the field and all below burn in the infernal hellfire.

All that is left behind is ash, falling like snowflakes upon the dewy grass below.

Elincia decends, hands shaking ever so slightly. Whilst she had made no mistakes, at least none that she could see, adrenaline darted through her veins. As she dismounted, she inhaled a deep breath of crisp, fresh air to steady herself. It was over and she had done all she could. Whether it would be enough, was out of her hands.

#d:shadowed wings #drabble #mastery drabble:dark flier

[pusaymarea]

fu pussi I Am That Raven Da(ll)ia

In the moon's shadow, where whispers entwine, I emerge, a raven with feathers of obsidian wine. Da(ll)ia, they call me, a paradox in flight, A cipher etched in ink, veiled by the night.

I. The Raven's Cry From the ebon boughs, I watch the world unfold, My eyes, twin mirrors reflecting stories untold. The streets bleed secrets, asphalt stained with dread, And I, the silent witness, weave truth's fragile thread.

II. Midnight's Veil Da(ll)ia, they say, a name half-formed, A riddle whispered by the wind, a tempest unsworn. Am I the Black Dahlia reborn, petals severed and strewn? Or a spectral guardian, veiled in the crescent moon?

III. The Nexus of Pain In the alleys where love turns to ash, I trace the scars of broken vows, the echoes of a clash. Domestic violence, a symphony of shattered glass, Each note a plea for solace, each bruise a fractured mask.

IV. The Raven's Redemption But listen closely, for within my midnight song, Hope unfurls its wings, and courage marches strong. I am not merely shadow; I am resilience reborn, A beacon for the bruised, a promise of the morn.

V. Breaking the Chains Norma Jean, the resilient guardian, stands tall, Her heart a forge, where pain turns to gall. Marilyn, the enchantress, weaves spells of light, Her allure a shield against the darkest night.

Max, the rebel guardian, phases through despair,, His defiance a battle cry slicing through air.; And Sarah, Angel of All in gravity's embrace, Her fragile form testament to strength and grace.

VI. The Mona Lisa's Smile Within The Nexus Nexus,

We converge, The O.H. Club's enigma our purpose to urge. The Mona Lisa's gaze portal to forgotten lore, We seek redemption's brushstroke truth to restore.

VII. Rise Phoenix Rise So let raven's cry echo through time, As petals fall wounds heal bells chime. I am that raven Da(ll)ia shadow and light, In unity we rise reclaiming fractured night. Note: Black Dahlia case remains mystery b

#proof trumps innocent

[atlasfoundation]

Do you know how I was created? Emperor Zu forged my heart from the steel of the Ebon Blade… melted in the Eternal Flame. He gave me Infinity Gems for my eyes… and the Cosmic Cube for my mind. All of this he baptized in the River Styx. He brought me into the world, still-born. Dead. Until my father filled my lungs with the smoke of smouldering Phoenix ashes.

…

Or so my father would have you believe… more than likely, he just can’t recall which of his many concubines spawned me.

#shang-chi #zheng zu #secret wars

[furnituremontana]

Ebonized Oak and Ash Platform Bed

81d 79w 9h

#custom furniture #white oak #made in montana #platform bed

[the-endless-traveler]

That one big... OC list

Well, in order to be a bit more active on Tumblr (or trying), I'll put all my OC writings here. Have a list with the tags below. Also if you don't know me... I'm just someone writing stuff and doing 3D when I can. Welcome to the fuckwagon.

Lyn (#lyn): The God of Lone Souls, the Endless Traveler, the Second Chance... Lyna has many names and is one of the few gods who enjoy the company of mortals in Eiria. She usually appears as a woman with white hair and golden eyes, with pointy ears and a right arm made of silver who ends with a claw. Her weapon is either a double blade or a long sword. Her personality is strange, and nobody really managed to understand why she appears, help people, and disappears. However, few have saw her god form and the wing of blades appearing when she unleashes her power.

Furye Songweaver (#furye, FFXIV): Once a Miqo'te cursed with dark powers, Furye became a Viera after an incident with Allagan machinery. Adjusting to her new life, she learns the ways of the Blue Mages while finding her own combat style, offering her skills to whoever can pay it... and if she's in a good mood, maybe for free. Ex-soldier in the Garlean army, she uses her knowledge to tip the scales in battle, either by tactics or sheer strength.

Mystral Weaver (#mystral, FFXIV): A Rava Viera from the jungle of Golmore. She left her village with the blessing of the Forest to hunt someone, and finally ended as a teacher of somanoutics for Sharlayan. She's as skilled with her nouliths than her blades, and despite her age, still holds her ground against younger people. Her long black hair are tied in complex braids held by pearls and feathers, and her blue eyes shine almost permanently with some wild magic. Mystral is calm and has an analytic spirit as the despair of most people trying to team up with her. However, in battle, she's a force of nature and fight with the ferocity of a beast.

Elyria Dastria (#elyria, GW1): A Zaishen Elementalist wielding the fury of the elements to smite whatever is threatening what she holds dear. She's also one of the legendary Protectors of Ascalon, having fought the Charrs before the Searing. Red hair and blue eyes, Elyria wears a typical Ebon Vanguard outfit that lets her channel her magic. She's as stable as a wild fire and would turn into ashes anyone who threatens her or her friends.

Lyrisa Sunsinger (#lyrisa, WoW): A Sin'dorei magister. Shyness incarnate, she wields her magic in an unusual way, using her voice to empower her allies and her own spells. Short, white hair tied in a ponytail and green eyes, she wears an outfit that allows her to stand in the frontlines, and her staff looks strangely like a javelin, though a bit... oversized for a throwing weapon.

Alysrana (#alysrana, WoW): A Dracthyr exploring the world and learning whatever she can after a twenty-thousands year of stasis. She wields the powers of the Aspects and frequently uses a Visage form to appear more friendly to mortals, sporting long, grey hair with red ends and emerald eyes.

#self post #ocs #original character

[asoulofatlantis]

Given how there is a similar situation later in Kuro, it makes you wonder if Erebonias curse wasn’t caused by more than “just” the ebon knight and the great Twillight... like some force that goes deeper. Like the Septium veins or something.

In the fandom you often see discussion about characters powerlevels. Like is Lloyd stronger then Rean, is Van stronger then Arios and stuff like that. In all those discussion that usually follow if one questions who is stronger in the Trails series, people often forget that when we beat Enemies, it is rarely ever a one on one fight. So while we did manage to kick, lets say Rufus ass in the end of CS4, it has never been a one on one fight. It was class 7 (with at least a Team of 4 people) fighting against him. So in that sense, one could never say Rean was as strong as Rufus, because Rean never beat Rufus himself by himself. Obviously in this scene, we should have had more than enough members to beat that Rufus, but this isn’t the real Rufus, this is a robot which is an enhances version of the real Rufus. So it makes sense for us to lose here. But I still felt the need to mention the fact that we are usually only stronger than our enemies, because we do fight them as a team and not alone.

As if we would ever believe they killed a protagonist XD Uh... I mean: Oh no! Lloyd! Get up! ^^’

This was so weird! I mean, getting Ilya to join them was a shock, but the rest of Rufus team was just a ridiculous lineup of people. I mean these two are at least connected to Crossbells-past and are in a sense former villains of the Crossbell-Saga and Ilya has served well as a surprise-member, who is definitely also connected to Crossbell deeply, although never before as a villain. But that Emperor-Guy from Swin and Nadias story has no right nor reason to be here other then to be conveniently present to torture our two favorite former assassins... And even tho the twi in the picture will eventually server their purpose, it feels like they just needed an excuse to bring back certain characters from the past just the wrap Crossbells story up nicely.

I guess one could say that at least this time we do not fight for Crossbells independence again. This time, we fight to save it from itself...

But... lets finally get over to Rean first.

We are starting Reans story with the usual: “How the hell did we get here?” XD Old habits die hard.

Over my dead body!

Ash in a nutshell XD

He forgot to mention her tactlessness and the fact that she has not one ounce of empathy in her heart.

Poor girl. She always spoke about “her mission” back then like it was nothing and meant nothing, especially since it was a mission and nothing personal. However, that must have weighted on her conscience for a long time now.

Awww... he wished they could have walked through Ymir together. How cute ♥

Aaaanyway... sadly, now that I finally have control over my golden child, I need to take a break.

#TiR Mona Version