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sangre · 4 months
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OCS + Associations
tagged by my beloved @raphaelsboudoir thank you!
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tagging: @the-lovely-lady-luck @reides @fluffy-snow-fox @interstices @kirkewrites @gerrykecy @killdragons @critrolesketch @cass1x1 @paleolithik @devilatelier @shapeknight @jabbakiller
going to complete this for my 3 active dnd characters, serisínthe, miré, and varin. to iron things out/illustrate their differences in my head in a fun way. these looked fun so please enjoy & i look forward to seeing any you guys do! :flushed:
Animal
Serisínthe: white tailed deer. antlers and eyes caught in headlights. frail/delicate/in death, a dressed up carcass Miré: portland sheep. huge curling horns, fluffy in every sense. social, curious, exploratory Varin: cottonmouth river snake! uhh you know serpents. coiled up and all. odd eyes. not typically aggressive unless provoked
Colors
Serisínthe: valentine's day palette... off-white, deep red pink Miré: foresty pale green, soft brown and lavender Varin: light charcoal, luminous blues and indigo purples
Month
Serisínthe: february! the shortest and least predictable month. it's got holiday chocolates in there. everything ends too soon but it's so cherished you know Miré: may! just after the showers of april, the grounds and grasses are wet against your boots and you're just kind of looking forward with the brisk air Varin: november. something weird and dreamlike about the crest before the end of the year, it's cold and kind of scary because something's almost over, but it's starting again.
Songs
Serisínthe: dying star – ashnikko, ethel cain I need somethin' soft, down feathers over rocks Miré: renee – sales All day long we looked to fall, looking into the sun and found a way to get along Varin: destroyer – ruby haunt Sweetheart, come undone, I'm handing you the dagger
Number
Serisínthe: 3 i think. Miré: 12 <- months in a year/cylical Varin: 8 <- haha ouroboros shape. 7 8 9 joke
Plants
Serisínthe: to say something other than a rose, pinkish red snapdragons. Miré: false deathcap mushroom! Varin: candle larkspur / guardian blue delphinium :)
Smells
Serisínthe: rosewater, white peach, coffee Miré: nutmeg, PETRICHOR, eucalyptus Varin: lychee, being near fresh rushing water, sandalwood
Gemstones
Serisínthe: moonstone... rose quartz, bixbite Miré: moss agate, rainbow fluorite Varin: chrysocolla!!! boulder opal
Time of Day
Serisínthe: the night sky, illuminated perfectly by stars. maybe like midnight Miré: early morning, like 7am, when you can't really see the sun but the sky is like white-blue, you can still smell the dew on the earth. Varin: like the very end of sunset, at like 6pm? right when the sky is like HEAVILY gradient with different colors dipping into each other.
Season
Serisínthe: autumn :3 the leaves are changing baby Miré: SPRINGGGGGGGGGG ITS SPRINGGGGG Varin: i feel like fall is a different answer than autumn so take that as you will.
Places
Serisínthe: behind the red curtains of a stage, in a dressing room doing his hair and putting paint on his lips, somewhere in a pile of his dearest friends, embraced. Miré: the floor of the detyrwood, in its deepest corners of lush green and whispering wingbeats. in the canopy of the trees or under the open sky, camping in an open field of wildflowers. Varin: in an abandoned apartment behind dilapidated wooden planks covered in ash, by the river's edge, hands washing off in the water. with his back to a wall covered and i do mean COVERED in bones, by stone pillars, eerie sterility and marble.
Foods
Serisínthe: i can't tell if this is asking what she would eat or what i associate her with. i think both? i'll try both. SO, STRONG flavors! like very spicy meats or coffee flavored deserts. seri can't taste very well so it's got to be intense. Miré: anything and everything but a forager at heart. nuts, berries, mushies, herbs, the best broth you've ever had in your life. like short ribs or something Varin: odds and ends, sort of scavenging. tough foods, dry things, cured meats. plain pastas, probably a huge noodle guy. might actually be obsessed with different shapes of noodles
Drinks
Serisínthe: peach daiquiri or a dessert wine with like notes of peach or berry Miré: ginger beer and lime, woodsy beers like a light/dry malt OR a sweet mead Varin: this weird cocktail called aviation, with gin, maraschino liqueur, creme de violette and lemon juice
Element
Serisínthe: air Miré: earth Varin: water
Seasoning
Serisínthe: garlic powder… cinnamon! CAYENNE Miré: basil. bay leaves.. cumin! Varin: ground ginger… nutmeg? smoked paprika?
Sky
Serisínthe: moonlit Miré: dawn Varin: sunset
Weather
Serisínthe: clear :3 maybe snowy Miré: rainnyyy!!! rainy rainy Varin: FOGGY!!!! SILENT HILL FOG
Magical Powers
Serisínthe: yeah she got those (cleric of song) Miré: it's a yes from he (spores druid, can reanimate) Varin: you bet at least 1 (don't look at me but he's out there)
Weapons
Serisínthe: a rose crystal casting focus scythe Miré: her big vine-covered staff Varin: a fucked up willowy axe like this where the hilt already lends itself to swinging with its curve
Candy
Serisínthe: rich dark chocolates, caramels, cherry chocolates, java sweets Miré: anything gummy. Gummies. The gummyies. sweet gummy bear Varin: peanut brittles, toffees, crunchy sweets or sours
Methods of Long-Distance Travel
Serisínthe: i just feel like if flight were feasible... an airship would be so cool for him Miré: HOOF IT!!!!! that said they're also capable of moving through trees within a certain distance of each other. Varin: (charon voice) get in the gondola. UM but yeah i don't know. train rides where you don't know where you're headed? (inception voice) how can it not matter where the train will take you!?!??!
Fear
Serisínthe: to be unable to help abate the suffering of his loved ones. Miré: to lose her home or endanger it inadvertently somehow. Varin: to die a tool and nothing more.
Mythological Creature
Serisínthe: maybe a fawn? a satyr? lol Miré: the golden fleece!!!! some kind of marsh forest fey sprite Varin: a sea serpent like you know just don't mind me and my yugioh card that i just dropped here okay
Piece of Stationary
Serisínthe: VERY thin delicate paper. sheet music paper with writing in the margins Miré: cute post it notes for reminders ;v; with little flower and mushroom decorations Varin: something that looks like watercolors were spilled on it. maybe a clean plain envelope with a wax seal
Three Emojis
Serisínthe: 🥀🌙🎭 Miré: 🍄🐏☘️ Varin: 🐍🧪🪓 i would use the pawn emoji but it doesn't show up right so axe i suppose
Celestial Body
Serisínthe: la luna. she did marry a bloodmoon once Miré: a constellation or a comet? something telling a story Varin: neptune! or maybe a black hole LMFAO
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artschoolglasses · 7 months
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Codextober Day 7 - Ghost
Returning to Heillboer...
Assassin's Creed Valhalla
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sushis-brainrot · 4 months
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"Father..?"
Heillboer was haunted when I visited...........
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leofrith · 9 months
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crying about eivor and her father. if you even care.
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shima-draws · 8 months
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Shima’s OC Tournament ROUND ONE ✨
(Click on the images to view the closeups!)
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Info about Kaz is HERE
Info about Varin is HERE
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foxys-fantasy-tales · 3 months
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Varin 🎶
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The walls of freedom Come crumbling down The moment you put those chains Around you now
Like liquid poison It takes it's toll Black feathered arrows That pierce your soul
The hate inside Will eat you alive The Hate Inside (feat. Sam Tinnesz) - Tommee Profitt
That is kind of ALL the lyrics to that song, but the vibe and all just suits this poor sad wet man too well. He's been through a lot and being manipulated and dragged around is far from new to him. He has a hot temper sine he was young, but also believed in justice, at least until he saw how easily twisted things can be. He found out the hard way to not give trust too easily and it wrecked him a long time.
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Road on the Mt. Varin, Fermanville, Normandy region of France
French vintage postcard, maield in 1913
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lumpofwhump · 2 years
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Cold Comfort
Content: Lab whump, carewhumperee, reluctant whumper, reluctant caretaker, henchman whumper, cold whump, comfort… sort of.
(Continued from this post)
Your subject needs to start giving us more, the Director had told Barclay. Do whatever it takes to make that happen.
Easier said than done, the young Lead Technician thought as he headed for Varin’s cell. These days, the process of extracting the valuable substance from the subject’s frail body hadn’t gotten him much more than a trickle. The only thing it accomplished was nearly killing Varin, leaving him it emaciated, its skin ghostly pale.
Still, saying that wouldn’t have ended well for Barclay. He was already on thin ice with the Director.
He opened the door to the cell with a loud clang, causing Varin to startle awake with a gasp. But in its eyes, Barclay could see something like… was that relief?
“Don’t look so excited,” he told it curtly. “Today’s not going to be fun for either of us.”
As he approached, though, he saw that Varin’s day hadn’t been going well to begin with. It was sopping wet and shivering uncontrollably.
Really…?!
He’d check who was on cleaning duty last night. It looked like they needed a reminder that they would be easier to replace than this subject.
“Hang on,” he told it, shaking his head with annoyance as he closed the door and headed for the nearest supply closet.
Despite his earlier warning, the subject’s face lit all the way up when he came back with a couple towels and a fresh gown.
“Here,” Barclay said, dumping the items on the floor between them.
Varin made no move to take them though, still huddled in on itself for warmth and staring up at Barclay with wide, pleading eyes. “C-can you…” it ventured shakily. “Please, I… I’m so cold.”
The towel’s right there, dumbass, now get moving, Barclay almost snapped. He stopped himself, though, if only barely. The more stressed the subject was, the harder it was going to be to get anything from it.
“Alright,” he grumbled, picking up the towels and approaching Varin. He wrapped one of them around its thin body, and then set to drying off its face. The hosing-off had unsurprisingly done absolutely nothing about the numerous mats and tangles in Varin’s hair, nor about its smell. He worked quickly and efficiently, trying to get this over with as soon as possible.
Even so, Varin leaned into his touch.
He stopped short. He wasn’t supposed to allow this sort of thing. Touch was supposed to be on staff’s terms alone. The policy for dealing with an overly affectionate subject was to physically discipline it and then leave it in isolation for at least 48 hours.
But he needed something to show for himself today. He’d barely survived the last time he’d disappointed the Director.
“Just, don’t get used to this,” he finally conceded.
Varin nodded, but still its eyes shone with gratitude as it stared up at him, daring to lean in closer against him.
Barclay went rigid and broke off eye contact as he finished drying it off and reluctantly helped it change into the fresh gown. He pulled away before it could try to cling to him again, turning away to open his bag of medical equipment.
“Let’s get this over with.”
I needed to finally write something for Barclay, as the guy has been taking up an inordinate amount of brainspace for the past two months.
Varin and the Director, meanwhile, are @skinofafish’s characters.
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syninplays · 2 years
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In addition to my last post I lost my mind when Varin appeared inside the longhouse and had to take a pic and google it but turns out it’s probably not a bug cause everyone’s seeing him lol
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nabaath-areng · 2 years
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how are you ruined? - varin
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“ ruined by apathy you cant bring yourself to care. you hate that you cant feel what you used to be able to feel. you hate that you cant be happy. you hate that you cant bring yourself to actually hate. your apathy has swallowed you and immersed you in a well of nothingness. you cant feel what you cant forget. you cant see what you close your eyes to. you choose to feel nothing, and you have lost everything because of it. “
Quiz HERE
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sangre · 4 months
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my new oc says hi i'm just posting him cos he's got a tag now. hold his hand challenge. he got lost at the grocery store
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saturniias · 2 years
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Forgotten God, Forgotten Temple
I wrote this a while ago for class, and I ended up not being able to finish it so it ends rather abruptly.
Li'aros is a god from my home world, and for a very long time he was not remembered by almost anyone.
 Being a god, you’d expect to have anything you needed. People who look up to you, worship you even. Your own temple, dedicated to the good deeds you do. Though, this was not the case for Li’aros. Being born a god is one thing, but being born the god of music and nature during the war times. That’s a different story.
Li’aros had always been envious of the other gods, they all had so much power and people who supported their every move. Being shunned by every god in Arrotria only made things all the worse. Besides, who needs music and the power of nature when all there is is war. He was cast aside as unneeded. On the verge of death from neglect and violence from the mortals, Silennia did the only thing she could think of to save Lepliora’s rotting forests and killed him. His temple was left to crumble, turning into the ruins that stand today. 
Varin kneeled in front of the statue that stood in the abandoned sanctuary, staring up at the young god’s likeness. 
“So much was taken from you….”
Varin was one of the only few who have ever been able to withstand the temple's curse, or that even knew of its existence. When he first discovered it, he found that the sanctuary and all its plant life were still intact and alive despite the state of everything else. His curiosity was piqued to say the least. Information on the Temple of Li’aros was scarce, it was like someone deliberately erased all knowledge about it and its god. Luckily however, he managed to dig up a decent portion of information, as well as make a new friend.
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Varin approached the….building? What even was this place? It’s in so much ruin that he can barely make out the letters on this fallen stone in front of him. 
“Te-p-- -f L-'-r-s” Varin read the few letters he could make out aloud, there were so many missing letters he couldn’t make out what the last word or name was. Looking back up at, what he thinks is an entrance, Varin was able to conclude that the Te and p of the first word meant that this was a temple. 
“A temple?” Temples are very important places, it makes it very odd that he never heard of this one, let alone the fact that it’s been completely destroyed. 
Varin peered around the area, searching for a way in. Though, despite the fact that it was clearly abandoned and destroyed, the inside seems to be completely sealed off still. Finding a clearing without tree coverage, Varin lunged into the air and took flight. His wings brushing against the nearby leaves as he spread them out. While Varin had 2 sets of wings, the smaller of the 2 seemed fairly useless as they were much smaller and lower on his back. He guessed they were just cosmetic over useful. 
Hovering above the building, he searched for another way in. He spotted four towers in each corner of the building, however upon inspection of each one they all had shown to be sealed off as well. Sighing in defeat, he flew back to the entrance of the temple and sat on the ground staring at it. When he heard the rustling in the shrubbery, he swooped his wings around his body which covered his bright markings. His wings providing convenient camouflage in the moss covered stone environment around him.
The rustling came to a halt, and a small creature emerged. Varin parted his wings slightly to get a better view. It was a white….orb? A white orb with wings, bird like feet and a halo? Was this a celestial being? Strange. He had definitively never seen one of these before, not even in books. Staying as still as possible, he watched the small creature approach the door of the temple. It stood in front of a rounded stone with white paint, which he hadn’t noticed in his first search around the area. 
The creature emitted a soft sound, almost like a flute of some sort. It was a short, 7 note tune. The white paint glowed softly, and there was a loud rumbling as the door opened. Varin jumped up, forgetting why he was hiding in the first place. The sudden emergence of a large humanoid startled the creature, who dashed into the now open entrance. The doors rumbled again, as they started to close again. Realizing his mistake, he made a break for the door. 
Inside the temple was just as bad as the outside. Pillars were collapsed, doorways caved in on themselves, it was in very bad shape. 
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vintagewildlife · 5 months
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Saiga antelope By: Jean-Philippe Varin From: WWF postcards 1986
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fadedday · 19 days
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Olivia by Albert Varin
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chroniclingworlds · 6 months
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Serperea
Unified by their long, snake-like bodies and atrophied limbs, these were originally classified as Pseudoconchs due to their heavily reduced internal shells. However, after the primitive Snail-Snakes were discovered in Maari, the ancestry of Serperea became clear, and they were reclassified as Euconchs. DNA testing has since shown that they are actually a very old lineage despite their unusual features.
Snail-Snakes:
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Pictured: the arboreal snail boa, native to the South Maari island.
These incredible evolutionary holdovers are the sister group to all other Serperea species. Presumably, shelled snakes once lived around the world, but were likely outcompeted by modern shell-less snakes. In the isolated environment of Maari, however, the snail-snakes were able to thrive with no competition. They are relatively small and feed on Hexapods, scuttlers, and young Bounders, and are preyed upon by Maari Terrors and Acualata species.
Labyrinth Snakes:
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Pictured: the fringed canopy snake, native to the labyrinth forests of the Ejoan Archipelago.
Highly specialized to live in labyrinth forests, these creatures have long bodies and stubby legs for crawling between the intertwining trunks and thick foliage overhead. They feed on a combination of plant matter, Hexapods, and sapsuckers. Although labyrinth forests are home to a variety of animals, two out of three species found in these unique environments are labyrinth snakes.
Wyrms:
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Pictured: the little grass worm, a very common species on the Noxa Savanna.
The most diverse lineage of Serperea, this genus includes everything from small omnivores to anaconda-sized predators. These long, slender creatures can be found on every continent except Amki. Unlike the snakes of Earth, they retain stubby limbs which helps them move around, centipede-like. Although most are small and relatively harmless omnivores, the larger species can pose a threat to Doulori and humans alike, and are best treated with a great deal of respect.
Groundsnakes:
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Pictured: the rosy rootworm, the largest species, found in the Interior Crater of Faon.
Blind and nearly colorless, groundsnakes feel their way around with elongated tentacles that have migrated to the tip of their nose (although the species pictured here has heavily reduced feelers, and seems to navigate with almost microscopic hairs lining the body). Due to their elusive nature, they are difficult to study and probably far more diverse than we realize. Living under savannas and deserts, they feed on roots and tubies, and only come to the surface to escape the larger and more voracious Mole-Worms that share their habitat.
Sea Serpents:
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Pictured: the Kanese serpent, the most abundant species, found around the Kana islands.
Having completely lost their limbs and taken to the water, sea serpents are found in tropical oceans but never venture too far from land. They spend their days in the sea feeding on paddle-snakes and Icthyomorphs, but return to shore at night to rest. Although they will hiss and ferociously snap their beaks when approached, they are relatively harmless and prefer to flee rather than fight. There is an abundance of them on the islands of Kana.
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foxys-fantasy-tales · 3 months
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Another song for this conflicted and tragic asshole man who hopefully gets a second chance. Looking at you, you wet cat.
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