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louroth · 2 days
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Forget the IF, just wanted to check in and see if YOU were okay dear author? I hope everything is well. I know you have a process lol, but I miss seeing you on my TL from time to time.
oh, kjsdhfjskdf . how sweet<3 thank you for this! I am doing well, crafting ouro alongside some personal shifts and growth and setbacks and victories. it has been a godsend to take all this pressure off for this period and do things my way. though, I'll say: while it has taken and will probably take another while, this silence will be broken at some point. I'll avoid saying soon only because I'm staunchly sticking to my pace&process. however !! I finished the draft for the first book yesterday. !! I am currently doing some hefty edits, collecting art and testing coding (&learning something new a hundred times over, over, again, whether it be storycrafting, interactivity, ui design, social media, art, code ... the list goes on) and so for the most part, I'm having a good time, as long as we count the entire spectrum of the human condition as a mostly good time. pfft.
I miss hanging out here too! I genuinely can't wait to get back to online shenanigans once I feel ready for it; if you'll have me, of course. I can imagine that this type of secret development is frustrating and everyone has their limit. It means a lot that you sent this my way. Hope you're doing well too. <3
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louroth · 1 month
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writing Yor/Yana fills me with such inexplicable glee I want to talk about it but I CAN'T. but I will >:3
You don't know why they look at you with the wet eyes of someone saying their final goodbye, but something within you shouts that you've lost something, something of importance, and that maybe, they are the keeper of that terrible, wrought, secret.
You stutter for a second, your heart beating hard, and the words fall out of your mouth unbidden; nothing of importance, you think, and yet, a deluge of words pour out of you without second guessing. You haven't the faintest idea of what exactly you are saying, only that there is a rumble in reply, and then another; you talk and they talk, murmuring voices filling the space between you until it is so warm you can feel it, touch it, as if playing with the flame of a lone candle.
"Thank you," they say when you are idling at the threshold of their door again, worlds apart. They say it, and then place a tender kiss at the joint of your jaw, all the while your mouth wavers into the horrible placid smile you know is right, but so, so wrong. "Thank you," and the door closes, nothing having changed, at all.
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louroth · 7 months
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thought it's about time I poked my head out of the mire, and confirm that this period of silence just seems to be a part of my process. I can't wait to show you what I am working on. It has taken on a life of its own. It's beautiful and untamed like a wild horse. So much has and is changing. I love it to pieces. !!
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louroth · 7 months
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Welcome to series called Catto learns to draw. I have decided that this joe is my Ouroboros MC Bahamoot Enki from @louroth . May return to fix up that line art and add shading
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louroth · 8 months
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Leith :]
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louroth · 8 months
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lil sketch dump of characters from Ouroboros IF by @louroth because all of them have had such a damn chokehold on my art for weeks now
in order: Yor, Selene, & Id (+ Id whenever MC does literally anything)
bonus... (mild nsfw under the cut)
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F!Leith (+ my MC Kestrel), M!Auryn
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louroth · 9 months
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Hello hello everybody! It is time for another months progress, and I am so excited to share with you, all the things I have gotten my grimy little gremlin hands on. First off, what we are all here for; writing. I have been on fire, to be honest! Last month I churned through the last of the first batch of erotica stories (there's 6 (!!!) of them on my patreon already) and set them up for publishing along with two more unseen ones- I'm still going over the logistics of where to publish for the best revenue (I know this sounds boring, but I have to make an income somehow, and hopefully find another audience as a smut writer on other platforms 💀 I love writing it so why not!), and I am making headway, learning the ins and outs of self publishing. On patreon, there are also two Q&A's that are written in a bit more fictional manner, in character: a more fun way than just writing answers straight up and down. I have enjoyed those so much! There's a bunch of other stuff I haven't even mentioned- honestly, I have to say, I'm really proud of my output on Patreon even though I have been really anxious about writing full time. It's going great! I have to thank my new friends and support-network on discord; you make this all worth it. I cannot express how fun it is to shoot the shit with you in vc, gaming together, or seeing your shenanigans in gen or your in depth theories (thanks for the brainworms!) or memes or staring longingly at the fanfic channel or drooling over your art (ouro related or not) or... Gah. You are just amazing people, and I will waste no opportunity in saying so. Thank you forever and ever and ever an-
When it comes to OUROBOROS, I am happy to announce that the next chapter is damn near done! I was halted because of the discovery that dashingdon is no longer supported by it's creator, and have been working on the twine version ever since, earlier than I expected- it's tough work, but I am so excited to make this an actual game made entirely by myself, and not submitting to a company that quite frankly leaves a bitter aftertaste. It is taking long to make because I want to make it mobile compatible from the start, which there isn't a lot of resources for. But I'm doing my best! The plan is that I will be posting the next chapter for Patreons in the coming month, and then treat you to a full twine release here on tumblr. I haven't made any rewrites when porting the twine build, but I would like to do that too... so we will see; this plan is not set in stone. I will just have to see how it evolves over the next month. Yes, beta-readers is still on the schedule, just holding off a little while while I wrap my head around this new coding landscape.
Other than that, I have been working on the set aesthetic for ouro, which has been really hard, a lot harder than I expected. You all know I am no wizard when it comes to graphic design, but I want to at least develop a set palette and imagery and portraits that is cohesive to the story. The work is ongoing, and I don't have much to say about it- even though it is taking a lot of my brain power. I'm hoping I can come to some kind of set and in depth conclusion that I am happy with before the twine release, because I want the game to feel like a treat to open up and play; a world to get lost in.
That's it! If you want to see weekly and more in depth dev-logs, you know where to go. I hope you have an amazing day or night, and we will see each other soon. xx
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louroth · 9 months
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A chat with Leith
You can read all the q's if you'd like to support me on my Patreon, but I want to share this one with you too <3
What do you most want to tell the hunter when you are reunited?
“This is dangerous.”
“Can we try?”
They sit quiet and still for a while, so still that I have to blink to make sure they are breathing. "Leith?"
Leith smiles a watery smile, wavering at the edges. "Fine- I imagine it all the time anyway. When I finally see them again, the first thing I want to do is hold them close," Leith says, their voice quiet, their fingers fidgeting. "I want to wrap my arms around them and feel their heartbeat against mine, just to know that they're real, that they're here, with me."
“Don’t you think you’ll scare them, doing that?”
Leith shrugs, nodding. A tear escapes and trickles down their cheek, but they brush it away, trying to compose themselves. "I want to tell them how much I've missed them, how every day apart felt like a lifetime. I want to apologize for any moments of doubt or hesitation, for any times I let fear get in the way."
With a deep sincerity in their gaze, Leith continues- but I can see the flash of their teeth, the hopelessness in their eyes turning into something darker, something hungry. They speak slowly. "I want to tell them that they've been my light in the darkest of times, my anchor in the stormiest seas. They're my best friend, my confidant, my everything. And I want to promise them that from now on, I won't let anything keep us apart."
A bittersweet smile graces their lips, and they take a moment to compose themselves, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to overwhelm them, hand trembling over their mouth. They shake their head. "I've dreamed of this reunion, yearned for it with every fiber of my being. It's been torture I wouldn't wish on my worst enemies. But now, knowing that it's finally happening, I am…" They hesitate. "Scared."
Leith's voice cracks, and they pause to take a deep breath before continuing, "I want to create new memories, laugh together, and share our future together. I want to have it all back, to show them how deeply they've affected my life and how they've made me a better person. But I don't know if I can do any of it- I, I lost that part of me. It was taken from me.”
I flinch as they snarl the last words, lunging from the couch. Leith walks away, their back to me. Shadows swirl around them, licking at the walls. When they speak again, their voice is low, barely contained, one of many.
“I don't know if they will accept what I am now. There is so much darkness there. So much pain. I can't hide it- I can't be like I once was."
Their darkened eyes shimmer with unshed tears as they flash me a look over their shoulder, but they speak with unwavering determination, "When I finally see them, I'll take whatever they can give-" 
Something breaks, a levy crumbling. A growl grows in their throat, their shadows rising. They face me fully. “I will take it.”
The room pulses into darkness as Leith's energy shifts, as they spread, as they grow. Shadows dance across their faces, their smiles turning into grim lines, all hard edges and terrifying severity. I’ve seen the transformation many times, but it never stops from being horrifying. I can barely look at them, pushing back into my own seat, fear creeping up my sternum and out my throat.
“Take it- what they give willingly, you mean?” I croak out.
"Í̷̹̥̔̿̄̉ṭ̵̲̯̒̋̒̽̽͜͜ ̸̨̨̻͂̍̾̌̐̓̽͊̽͝͝i̶̡̝̘̪͎̮͖͂š̷̢̻͇̖̙̩͉̦͙̞̰̩͓͉́̉̀̾̂̊̌̒̏͒̎̊̅̂͐̈́ ̶͔̣̪̟͖͋͘ṃ̴̻̄̉̂͌̑͂̔̀̊̐̊̚͝i̴̡͖͈̬͓̥͆̃̄̃͆́͊̀̈́͑͜n̶̢̨̺͚͍̗̬͎̪͈͕̤̙͙̖͔͑̒̋̀ẹ̶̡͑̐̇̀̓̎̍́͘.̴̹̺̫̙̮͚̬̫͊̇̅͛͑́̌̉̐̋̓̾̚̚͝ͅ"
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louroth · 9 months
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My hunter for Ouroboros (an IF game I've been obsessed with recently) by @louroth
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louroth · 9 months
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A really rough sketch for Ouroboros @louroth
My MC is slaughtering his way to Leith after what he learned in the last update…
And yep I did a rough design of the shotgun cleaver in the story for him lol
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louroth · 9 months
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some of my faves from IF games I've been playing recently!
from left to right: F!Auryn from Ouroboros (@louroth), Charon from Fields of Asphodel (@chrysanthemumgames), and M!Evaine from The Kings Hound (@the-kingshound)
put their designs one at a time under the cut!
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louroth · 9 months
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Sharing is Caring - a F!MC x M!Auryn x NPC NSFW excerpt, below the cut. tagged voyeurism, mmf, bondage. You can read the full version on my Patreon. I hope you enjoy >:3
There was the usual din of soldiers running in the halls, streaming through the door to Auryn’s office, which stands wide open. Summer has begun and the air hangs still around you, heady and humid, the greenery blooming both inside and outside the hedge. It is too hot for rutting, but that hasn't stopped Auryn at all; he just goes at it at a slower pace, taking his sweet time with you- as infuriating and delectable as that is.
“There,” Auryn says, a satisfied quirk to his mouth as he ties the last knot on the tapestry of rope that holds your limbs together. Your body is now a tight little package- calves tied to thighs, spread open and pulled up & back over your stomach, held aloft by being tied to your crossed arms as they wrap beneath your chest, cradling your tits into plump pillows. Auryn leans over you, his smile sultry. “Comfortable?”
You nod eagerly, a blanketing warmth covering you from the inside out. It is exhilarating, laying splayed open like this, on Auryn’s office desk, Auryn’s one hand gently stroking over the film of slickness that already covers your sex, no doubt from the tender attention Auryn paid to you as he tied you up, his hands roaming all over your body with expert care and teasing touch.
“I have hunters coming with reports all day long, you know. The halls will reek of jealousy.” His finger gently rims around the opening of your cunt, around and around with maddening softness. “You’ll drive them wild.”
You snort, inhaling sharply after as two fingers slide into your opening, crooking into the space that makes you lose all sense and sensibility. You keen into the touch, as much as you can in the confines of your bondage. Auryn reaches over and pinches your nipple, still pumping his fingers into your core. You moan. He chuckles.
“If you don’t let me come I will beg them to fuck me.” You glare at Auryn, who looks down on you with an amused smile, a pointed tooth catching on his lower lip. His thumb swipes over your clit and the rage falls off your face, your head falling back to the desk with a thud.
“I want you to.” Auryn licks his lips, his thumb swirling over your clit, fingers pumping gently.
“To come?” You blink up at him, a pleading look in your eyes that makes Auryn snicker again. He lowers his head, and his hair curtains his smile away from view. His fingers slide out of your cunt, swiftly replaced with his hungry mouth, slanting over your swollen lips, sucking on them like he is feeding off your slick. A loud moan is ripped from you as his tongue delves into your opening, exploring languidly. It is over far too quickly, and Auryn just hums against your clit, placing a chaste kiss on it as he withdraws. You are about to thrash for more when he tuts at you, still unable to hide his grin. “All in due time. I have work to do, and so do you.”
“What work?” All you had agreed on was you, being used; a fidgeting tool for Auryn as he went through the months reports. And maybe there would be more, as Auryn had asked if you would take a stranger's cock as he watched. You had agreed with a breathy yes, your eyes wide with excitement, but the rest of the conversation had been driven from your mind as Auryn had pressed the head of his cock into your ass- you don’t remember anything else but the sweet drag of his length as he worked himself deeper, his teeth rasping against your neck. You snap back to the present as Auryn flicks your nipple.
“Boosting morale.” 
It draws a delirious laugh from you, and Auryn snickers too. Your stomach cinches whenever he plays these games with you, his boyish charm never contained enough to be fully intimidating.
He pulls out his chair and sits down next to you, and you have to bite your lips to keep from complaining. Auryn murmurs something soothing, his fingers sliding through your hair, stroking your scalp with the lightest touch, winding the strands around his fingers as he reads.
Your core pulses with every heartbeat, neglected and splayed to the room. If anyone would come in, which of course they will, they’d see your cunt first, served on the table like a gods damned dinner, and then the pillows of your breast, heaving, and then finally Auryn, who is already three pages into a report, completely detached from your needy panting.
Minutes pass, long enough to feel like hours, your breath catching every time a pair of boots come close to Auryn’s door, a disappointed sigh deflating your lungs as they walk past. They always walk past.
And Auryn just turns the page, his cheek fluttering with a smile, his eyes refusing to meet yours.
It does give you time to watch him, at the very least- the sharp lines of his smoothly shaven jaw, the intensity of his eyes as they rove over the page with the same kind of focus you have seen aimed at you many times now. It is like a drug, to have his full attention. You huff, scolding yourself for feeling jealous of the report in his hand.
Another pair of boots scuff past the open door and you lift your head to watch, hopeful, internally begging for someone to come and relieve you of the hollow need that keeps you on edge. Images of a complete stranger coming in to stuff you full you makes your cunt clench, and you whine miserably as the pair of feet keep walking.
“Are you still comfortable?” Auryn murmurs, his eyes flicking to yours before diving back into his reports.
“Yes,” you rasp, voice cracking. You lick your lips. “I would be more comfortable if I got to- ah!”
Another of Auryn’s hands swoops over to swat at your clit. Like a bolt of lightning, the swift slap lights up every nerve in your body, too intensely, and yet not enough. You pant as his eyes met yours, finally stern as stone.
“Behave.”
You mutter it back to him, twisting your face with mockery, but one of his hands slides over your breast to roll a nipple between two fingers, soothing your ache enough for you to feel a twinge of gratitude. You sigh as Auryn continues playing with your breast, palming and kneading it as he reads. One time, he licks his thumb to turn the page but instead presses the wet digit to your nipple, swirling it around the stiff nub of it. You are so wound that you sob helplessly as he blows a cold stream of air over the wet patch, alighting your nerves with what feels like the breath of a dragon.
A face pokes in from the doorway. “Do you have time for a request from engineering?” The voice is deep, and you tilt your head up to see a behemoth of a man, covered in scars, his sculpted body taking up the whole doorway, blotting out the light. Your stomach drops, electrified with anticipation.
“Let me see, Drea. Come on in.”
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louroth · 9 months
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Doodle I did of Auryn from @louroth's Ourosoros, along with two of my MCs for the game.
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louroth · 9 months
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Lou I'm so sorry for this random thought but I had to leave it out in the open: remember that ask whose premise was a role swap between L and the hunter?
Just, what would they have thought of the 'puppet corpse' the Vicar brought, of her words about a celestial seemingly taking the hunter as their spouse?
"They're what?" Leith's one brow raises in interrogation as they pin the vicar with their stare, dark as night.
"A concubine."
It starts as a mere twitch in Leith's eye, their body perfectly still, hunched as they are over the body of the hunter like a mother of dragons protecting her young. There's a hitch in their breath as their eyes flicker to the hunters dead gaze, and then they start to rumble from deep within their chest, something terrible prowling in there, begging to be let out. Their eyes slowly travel back to meet the vicars, wanting nothing but to wipe the smug smile off her face. Without thinking, Leith flings a knife that grazes her serpentine torso before lodging into a pew. There’s a beat of stunned silence even as the knife rattles and the guards stiffen into readiness.
And then she laughs. Like it's genuinely funny. If Leith had any less self preservation, they'd plunge another knife into the vicars throat and listen to her gurgle, and then they'd laugh, too. They'd laugh and laugh and laugh.
Instead Leith clenches their jaw and hefts the weight of the hunter into their arms silently, as if it's no matter at all; as if their knees aren't buckling and their chest isn't being torn in two. They turn on their heel, walking out. The vicar snickers, stopping her guards with a waggle of her fingers.
She won't hear the promise Leith whispers into the deaf ears of the hunter. But she knows. Leith will stop at nothing to find them again.
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Leith buries the hunter beneath the tree they once climbed together as younglings, placing a palm against the trunk as if they could bleed it for memories. They kiss the earth where the hunter lay, and [whatever flower you associate with your hunter] begins to grow there the second they do. It breaks what little sanity Leith has left to see the first sprout break through the loose dirt, to then recognizing the bloom, and they rise then, slowly- like a new metamorphosis- they set their jaw and check their knives and then they walk into the forest, one simple goal in mind: to find what's theirs and take it back. Whatever it takes.
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louroth · 9 months
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I’m just curious what Y meant when introducing themself as having (?) all four of the watermarks. There’s a lot of lore things I’m curious about really but this one I was hopeful wasn’t a spoiler so I figured I could at least try to ask.
They meant the four rivers that split off from the Stila in different directions, and those rivers correspond to each cardinal point of a compass! Usually there is a commander for each point, as Riven spans over quite a bit of land. When Y started out they implemented the inner and outer rings, which are like secondary hedges, but more like lookouts, deeper into the forest. So now there's Y who lords over the whole of Riven, Auryn who sees to the inner ring, and Sive who runs the outer ring. (This is why Lys & Sive are only in Riven for a visit - they live quite deep into the forest)
Essentially what Y was saying is that they are commanding all of Riven, and not just a slice of it. They are very adamant on that as a source of pride, having worked their way up to that point from nothing. Love that you noticed that! <3
And thank you for the ask 💖
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louroth · 9 months
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Leith, that's one hell of a glow-up AKSHSKSKSH [x]
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louroth · 9 months
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Neera Vandeleur
My Hunter for Ouroboros (@louroth )
She/Her + Bisexual
Etherweaver Healer (but make it angry)
Remained human because she's afraid of losing more of herself
Soooo much guilt, someone take her to therapy
Has a habit of modifying all of her clothes so that her movements aren't restricted
Will not hesitate to murder someone for Oma or Lys
On the Id/L poly (pray for everyone)
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