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shimmerbeasts · 28 minutes

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Wyll / Mizora

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#its always the terms and conditions that get you: mizora||in character #straight to your handler and i didnt even have to whistle: wyll ravenguard #grafitti: fan art

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shimmerbeasts · 39 minutes

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•Blade of Frontiers•

Finally I can show my work in the Baldur's Gate 3 zine from Spectrum!

#its always the terms and conditions that get you: mizora||in character #straight to your handler and i didnt even have to whistle: wyll ravenguard #grafitti: fan art

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shimmerbeasts · 10 hours

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In the dead of the night, Khaevis had carefully gotten up and flown back to her nursery. She had taken great care not to extinguish the fire in doing so, given that it was the only source of warmth, which Ran had in the chilly cave. Dragons could go for days without sleep, and even when they chose to sleep, those patterns could range from a few meagre hours to century-long hibernation. It had been many moons since Khaevis last had hibernated. The generational sacrifices made time tick by with slow efficiency and thus Khaevis saw no reason to hibernate. A brief restful sleep of a couple hours was enough to get her back on her feet.

The cave had barely brightened from the rising sun's rays fighting its way through slim cracks and gaps. Khaevis had already left the nursery once more. Much like her ageing and her strange sleeping patterns, dragons had an intentionally much slower metabolism. If they digested food at their size as fast as other animals did, they would rob their territories of resources within just a couple of days. Khaevis had to venture far outside the two towns, sandwiching the river to find suitable game for herself. She had long figured out that the only fish worth the effort were the massive sharks deep down, which Khaevis could only catch by using her long, whip-like tail like a harpoon.

The wind gently caressed her sides and tickled her membrane as Khaevis flew back into the caves after a successful hunt. She flicked her tail in the air, easily weaving her way around columns and stalactites, sometimes pushing herself off the smooth rock with powerful limbs. Her muzzle was coated in blood and small bits of gore dripped down her fangs. Khaevis was holding her prey in a mighty paw - the beheaded body of a lone stag.

Flying towards the nursery, Khaevis' nostrils flickered as the smell of human whisked across her nose. Her wings beat faster as she propelled herself forward with her whole body. A deep warning growl resonated in her throat, her frills trembling. Who had dared to venture into the nursery and close to her dead chicks? For a few seconds, Khaevis thought she could hear the squeals of her daughters and the clinking of the spears as those men plunged their weapons into defenceless, soft flesh.

Khaevis roared and rushed into the nursery. Halting in midair, her chest expanded, her throat and neck lit up an ominous orange and under a high-pitched whistle, a sudden torrent of scorching hot, stone-melting fire came cascading down into the nursery. As the molten rocks began to cool down, Khaevis' blurry vision caught sight of a figure, standing right before her daughters. Metal glistened in the air.

An ear-splitting shriek ripped through the air. Khaevis dropped the dead stag, making it slam down onto the floor with a heavy thud. Its stomach burst open and blood flooded the rocks, around which it had landed. Khaevis landed before her daughters and slammed her paw upon the figure, pinning them painfully underneath its weight. Leaning over them, Khaevis roared once more, asking: "What are you doing here?!"

Ran watched her as she lowered her head and squinted, noting her vision might not be very good, which made sense considering she lived most of her existence in a cave and relied more on smell and sound. Her eyes were from the same orange tone they had seen before sleep overtook them, had they not seen her now they would’ve thought it was a figment of their imagination.

Her nostrils flared and shut for a brief moment, and Ran knew she was taking their scent in once more, as if attributing the scent to them. Ran themselves also took notice of many interesting characteristics about the dragon, how her whole body was riddled with spikes, a visual reminder of how dangerous Khaevis was, but once again, that notion flew right over Ran’s head as they still felt like a young child who just discovered something for the first time.

Their excitement, however, was cut short with Khaevis’ established boundaries, which they respected with a sheepish chuckle. It didn’t stop their curious and adventurous nature, as they still wanted to be close, scooting forward a bit to do so and offering her a smile. “Well, I’ve never seen a dragon up this close either…” They chuckle and sit still as she seems to be studying them as they were studying her before. “You breathe fire, right? The human skin melts at a certain temperature so the humans you saw probably had their skin melted off their bones, or very bad burning scars, which does changes one’s physiognomy a lot…” Ran observed with a smile.

A snort caused their hair to swish around, and they chuckled. “I like that! Can you do it again?” Ran asked with a smile but before the dragon herself could do so, she seemed to notice something on Ran, a soft snarl left her lips and before Ran could think, her hand had caught them around the waist and lifting them high up. “Whoa…” They look down as they see the ground becoming further away, luckily for them, they didn’t fear the heights.

They hold onto her hand for support and can feel the rough skin under their palms as she brings them close to her muzzle, but for some reason they don’t fear her. Her sniffles against the side of their had made them chuckle again, hair swishing around once more. “It tickles…” They giggled before she pulled them away from herself and slowly lowered them to the ground. “Iron? Oh wait, let me show you something…” When they were seated on the ground once more, they detach their hand, bringing it close to her eyes so she can see. “I lost my hand years ago, I don’t know if you will remember, but I spent quite a while without showing up, I was recovering at a medical facility… Humans call is hospital…” They explain before attaching the fake limb once again. “They made me a fake one…” They wave it in front of her eyes, fingers moving to show they had control over the fake limb.

As she sits down and wraps her tail around the fire, Ran assumes she had made herself comfortable to stay. “Khaevis…” Ran repeated with a smile. “It suits you. It’s a word from an old shuriman dialect, it means dragon… Or more literally, power in the sky…” Ran says, leaning back as she says dragons don’t really name themselves. “You named me…” Ran says with a smile. “It fits me way more than my actual name, Ran means orchid… I never saw myself as someone frail as a flower, but I do see myself as a raven; Smart, free… Ravens can fly wherever they want, I wish I could fly too, but I do feel free in my own way…” Ran says, their eyelids heavy as sleep starts to overtake them once more, and they did lie down, somehow her growls helped them settle. “Mmm, I hope to see you tomorrow again, Khaevis…” Ran says, as they curl up into fetal position to preserve heat.

The next day came quickly, and as expected, Khaevis had retreated to her own nest. Ran left their tools there, Sevika’s order could wait, they knew their way back by heart, but now they wanted to explore more. Armed with only a flashlight and their water, they walked through the tunnels, looking around, they reached a corridor led up, filled with crystals. “Oh wow…” They murmur to themselves as they continue walking, eventually reaching a part of the cave they hadn’t seen before. In a clearing, stood three broken dragon eggs, the corpses of the small dragons long calcified and Ran frowned. “Oh no…” They feel their own eyes well with tears. Khaevis’ children.

#playgroundmonsters #rp: ill keep you save little raven #this story always ends the same: khaevis interaction #League Verse[Khaevis]#things changed since you left: queue

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shimmerbeasts · 10 hours

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"Stillwater?"

Jinx's whisper was horrified as Vi brought up the infamous and feared prison. Her sapphire-blue eyes darted across her sister's face, taking in the scar, parting her eyebrow, the darkened, magenta hair and the muscles, which seemed to have doubled in size and density since she had disappeared. This was more than just a Vastaya's genes kicking in. These muscles had been formed under hard and rough conditions and moulded in times of peril.

What had happened to Vi? How had she ended up in Stillwater so many years ago? Why could her sister not remember anything, save for random snippets, emerging here and there? Powder's monster and Monkey drawings! She had always doodled around on Vi's body during the brief moments of respite. And Monkey had guided Vi back to her! Maybe through some pesky Enforcer, but that didn't matter right now.

What mattered, was the fact that Vi was back and holding her! Her sister's embraces had always been as crushing as they had been warm. Feeling Vi's head burrowed against hers, Jinx just stood there, helplessly pawing against her sister's neck and shutting her eyes. She could feel the powerful pounding of Vi's heartbeat in her chest. The physical reaction was just as overwhelming as her emotions.

As Vi continued to speak of the guards and how they had exploited her lack of memories, Jinx's hands clawed themselves into her shoulder blades. Snarling low under her breath, the Loose Canon whispered: "I'll end them for what they did to you. Starting with Marcus himself."

Jinx had never been too fond of the local law enforcement. Even as a little girl, Powder had dreamt of gunning the Enforcers all down. The men in blue had taken away her parents, intruded upon their lanes over and over, and made life a living hell. After all, who wanted to live with the risk of being searched or worse, threatened to be shot all their life? Violence was a natural part of the Undercity, however, the Enforcers twisted the ability to commit violence and made it so that only they were given that right. Everybody else had to stay put.

Even Silco controlling the Lanes and ensuring that the Enforcers trespassed less frequently as they had done back when Vander had been in charge, could only do so little to reduce the years of animosity between the two groups. If Jinx were honest, she doubted that he wanted that either. Papa wanted the Enforcers and those stupid Pilties out of their lives. The people Topside had no right or reason to be in the Undercity! It wasn't their territory. So why could they never take a hint and stay out?

The touch on her cheek was familiar. Vi had always caressed her face like this. Jinx's breathing turned ragged and shallow. Was it wrong to want to hold Vi accountable for something, she couldn't even remember? After all, her sister was here, truly here, and she was apologising and speaking of how grateful she was for her. Yet, at the same time, Jinx just couldn't shake off that stinging pain of being hit across the face, grabbed by her cheeks and screamed at.

"BECAUSE YOU ARE A JINX! DO YOU HEAR ME?! MYLO WAS RIGHT!"

Was there even a way to align Vi with the person, she had been in the past? Jinx did not have an answer to that, and it scared her. Yet at the same time, she could not help but cling to the hope that her sister would love her like she always had, no matter how different she had become. "What makes you different, makes you strong." There had to be truth in those words, right?

"Ah...ah... I know."

Jinx swallowed around the knot in her throat. She stepped closer again and asked hesitantly: "Does the name Silco mean anything to you?"

When Vi saw the tears there was an instance of guilt that overcame her. Something she had said or done had made Jinx cry. It was one thing to unintentionally hurt her, but to make her cry? She was already trying to figure out what exactly led to this when she noticed that those tears weren't actually bad tears, not at all. In fact they were happy tears based on what Jinx was saying. Jinx was happy because Vi remembered something, she had even known how to bring the memory out of her.

Then she mentioned the tattoo, the one in which she had known very little about until coming here. That, as well as all of the other doodle-tattoos on her left arm were the only things she had that connected her to something before. While she had no memories of why they were there, she knew then that they were important and so she had them permanently etched into her skin. Now she knew why they were there as brief image of a powder drawing the monkey on her hand flickered into her mind. A short memory, but enough.

"When I woke up in Stillwater, I had all of these drawings on me. I had no idea why they were there or who did it. They were only connection I had to answers." Despite her best efforts, tears escaped and streamed down her face. VI brought a hand up to wipe them away but they just kept coming. "The enforcer I used to get out of Stillwater showed me an image of a monkey...so I followed the lead and it led me to you."

The stream of tears became a waterfall as she straightened up and wrapped her arm. Vi pulled Jinx into a warm embrace and buried her face into her neck. "For 8 years I knew nothing, I just woke up in that hellscape with nothing but my name and what you left on me." She tightened her hold, as if clinging in the fear that they would be separated again. "I didn't even know why I was there, just that I was."

Vi debated bringing up what she had done in Stillwater to gain some semblance of memories. What she let the guards in Stillwater convince her to do. Did she regret what she did after a few years? Surprisingly no, despite the blood that had been on her hands. Violence, it seemed was a part of her nature.

"The guards there used me, promised me memories if I did what they asked me to, until I just sort of did it. Never got the memories they promised, just became their slave. Eventually somehow they made me stop caring, until I got out." Vi pulled back, just a little and brushed Jinx's cheek. "All of that led me here to you, too. My little sister who I knew nothing about and the only one who has ever been able to help me. I am...grateful to you and I'm so sorry I've caused you so much pain."

#jynxd #rp: lick a wound #im gonna show him youll see: jinx interaction #the only thought that kept me going was the thought of getting back to you: vi||in character #Default Verse[Jinx]#things changed since you left: queue

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shimmerbeasts · 11 hours

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this art made for university assignment... 🍃I did it a few days before deadline 🙇‍♀️

#nothing ever stays dead: jinx||in character #grafitti: fan art

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shimmerbeasts · 12 hours

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So, I have no idea if I need to make a PSA like this, but I am gonna do so anyway, mostly for my peace of mind, but also for other people. Don't worry. This is not very long. However, it does concern Mizora, so I decided to write this out before I make anything else with her.

Mizora is a manipulator and an abuser, especially towards her warlock, Wyll. While mine will have a certain reason for picking Wyll out of all people and hating Karlach, that does not excuse what she is doing, nor will it ever justify it. And while I might not focus too much on the whole weird ass sexual undertones her dynamic has with Wyll - again, mine has her reasons for calling Wyll pup, puppy and similar terms of endearment - I am not going to sugarcoat that she is an abuser, manipulator and a genuinely bad influence on Wyll's morality and personhood.

That being said, while I don't intend to sugarcoat anything, your mental well-being is still a priority, especially if you are writing with Mizora. If I ever have her do something, which you as the Mun cannot stomach or find triggering for whatever reason, tell me and I will adjust my reply, no questions asked. I know how tricky darker topics are to portray well, especially if they hit very close to home. I want you all to feel safe going on that journey with me.

#i expected better of you than excuses: psa #its always the terms and conditions that get you: mizora||in character

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shimmerbeasts · 22 hours

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#meow meow with razor blades on its feet: crack #cat wrangler: out of character

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shimmerbeasts · 22 hours

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Ta-ta!

#its always the terms and conditions that get you: mizora||in character #this may be an edit but damn that added colour made me go yes hello where is a bush i can hide in

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shimmerbeasts · 22 hours

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#its always the terms and conditions that get you: mizora||in character #grafitti: fan art

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shimmerbeasts · 22 hours

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Mizora 🔥

#its always the terms and conditions that get you: mizora||in character #grafitti: fan art

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shimmerbeasts · 23 hours

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#nothing ever stays dead: jinx||in character #grafitti: fan art

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shimmerbeasts · 23 hours

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DND 5e SKILLS STARTERS ! send my muse an ABILITY CHECK for a starter revolving around that skill, with the outcome determined by a d20 —— ( dice roll generator ! )

athletics

acrobatics

animal handling

arcana

deception

history

insight

intimidation

investigation

medicine

nature

perception

performance

persuasion

religion

sleight of hand

stealth

survival

#playground: meme

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shimmerbeasts · 23 hours

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So, I now added Mizora and Khaevis as muses on the muse page. Each has a barebones biography. Their personality and backstory are the only missing elements, however, given that I tend to write whole novels on that front, these two will wait for tomorrow. However, they are already open for roleplaying.