⭐️ BIRTH OF A DEGENERATE GOD⭐️
⚡️BLACKHOLE BLASTOCYST: A THOUGHT IS FORMED
⚡️LARVAL-DIM: A PRAYER, SUNG TWICE
⚡️FETAL MIMICRY: loc 11° 22′ 24″ N, 142° 35′ 30″ E and counting and counting and Counting and counting and counting and counting
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Fae’s archfey patron “Fallen Heart” (They/Them) ruler of a self appointed fae court focusing on pleasures and horrors of the flesh. Aptly named “Flesh Court”
A calculative, persuasive, cunning and intelligent 20ft tall monster that is essentially the queen for a hivemind of faeries. Fairly morally ambiguous in mortal terms but extremely protective and caring of those in their court and by extension Fae himself. They took Fae’s name as one of the prices for power.
Fae made a pact with them to have the power to save his best friend who ended up trying to assassinate him for reasons he is currently unaware of but he knows it wasn’t his friends fault despite how many call him naive.
Fallen heart can see through faes deep violet eyes as they had been infected in the faewilds and Fallen heart restored his sight at the price of being able to see all of his life through the infected eye; making him see everything in a deep violet color on one of his eyes!
Fae for anyone curious but not wanting to look through the tumblr tag to find him! I’m very fond of him.
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Baby face effect
It's not their fault they can't grow a beard anymore, the scar makes it patchy!
Pssst everyone look at my pretty child
(i swear i put the aging right, but they do really look like a baby. We all tried. You can't see it very well because i'm cringe and take photos instead of screenshot, but they do have some white hair here and there!)
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-Why younger? Comic
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Piety Lore
Piety is a Mephistopheles tiefling born in a place and time that they can no longer recall. Much of their life before entering the Feywild is fragmented and disjointed, but he recalls this much: he once had a sister who loved him very dearly, and it was for her sake that they went wandering into the realm of the fey. It was perhaps for love that they lost everything in the land of whimsy and dreams.
The Feywild is an ever-changing, ever-tempting place, and its denizens are much the same. A mortal in the land of faerie, they stood little chance the further and further they wandered; eventually, Piety was lost, and he became as much part of the Feywild as it was of him. Fey-touched, one might call them, and one would be correct. His appearance in the realm is half-mortal, half-fey, and entirely strange.
Piety knows not how long he spent in the Feywild. They cannot recall how many feasts in which they partook, nor dances that they shared with satyrs, nor secrets whispered between pixie and boggart. Piety cannot recall how often he was called upon to sing and perform for fey lords and knights, nor can they recall how many loves they harbored, drunk on faerie-wine and stealing kisses in rings of mushrooms. It was not until they met another mortal—a sorcerer whose wild magic mistakenly surged and brought them to the Feywild—that Piety realized how they had been tricked.
What followed was a series of ill-gotten deals with lesser fey and their lieges. So much was traded, in fact, that Piety can no longer recall their True Name, and many of their memories from before their time in the Feywild have been stolen or lost. Desperation sharpened him, however, and so he abandoned his position in Titania’s Summer Court and fled, mistrusting the Seelie, and ran right into the Winter Court. He could not have known how much worse the Unseelie Court would be.
There, Piety brokered a deal with the Archfey known as the Prince of Frost. Although contemptuous of mortals, he is known to broker pacts with warlocks (who are known as Long Night Scions), provided they can help him further his aims of bringing about an eternal, endless winter. Piety’s pact, and its goals, are more inscrutable, and its terms are such that they are reluctant to share.
In simple words, their pact is clear: Piety must serve the Archfey for 1,001 days, and upon completion, they are free. He is able to return to the mortal realm and live out the rest of his mortal life as he always wanted. Any breach, however, and he is doomed to serve the Winter Court for 1,001 years.
This was sealed by an icy kiss upon his forehead, and he was given a cold iron sword as proof of his pact. It is painful to other fey who might try to prohibit his work on behalf of the Prince of Frost, and it is inscribed with a countdown of the days remaining in service; every morning, the writing changes.
Unlike devils, Piety signed no contract, and dealt with no clauses. Instead, their pact was swore in the form of a poem, and sealed in the form of a kiss. Fey are tricky creatures, and as much as Piety might try to find a loophole to get themself out of the deal, so might the fey have a loophole to keep him in it. For now, he has served as piously as he can.
But the Fey are also jealous, and mercurial. Despite Piety growing closer and closer to the end of their servitude, and despite their struggles with the tadpole and the growing threat of the Absolute cult, so are they noticing representatives of the Prince of Frost hounding their steps. Rumors have begun to reach his ears; rumors that his Archfey patron has memories that belong to him, memories that he can get back. With the fey, however, nothing is truly free.
“Fare thee well, Son of Summer
For thine lips ne’er knew another;
I grant thee days in the sun
And number to them: 1,001;
Mind thy step and keep thy path
Lest thee herald winter’s wrath;
Thy freedom be what is held dear
Render my service by thine year;
Thou shalt not scorn nor turn to bliss
I seal thy fate with winter’s kiss.”
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Okay yeah I am drawing quite a bit lately - I've been sick for almost a week now. I guess it might be some kind of bronchitis? Anyway my voice is on vacation and sandpaper is it's stand-in. I swear this is the worst kind of "cold" or whatever I ever had. (It's not covid, I've tested that for the past few days daylie - so no worries there)
I've been trying to get my mind off of the urge to rip out my throat by working on all the ref sheets (I've created a refsheet account and everything. I am writing tons of backstories and shit).
But here is Ayashas "new" design! I just decided to fully commit to her being a tiefling. She initially wasn't. Just a warped warlock that I managed to "cheat" into the secret satan for the past two times. I also finally have a set face for her. She was my one character were I had different-face-syndrom and could never decide on what she should look like. This is it now!
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tiefling twednesday!!!!!
my friend is running the wild beyond the witchlight starting end of january and i'm SO EXCITED!!!!! i've wanted to play witchlight since it came out and i kept getting closer to just giving up and running it myself just so someone would get to play it but now!! i get to play!!
i'd been toying with a few ideas for various classes since the dm said she wanted to run it but the moment it became real i tossed them all out the window and went back to my warlock roots
meet Foxglove! i don't have all their details ironed out yet, but their vague backstory is that they were abandoned as a baby in the forest by their birth parents who didn't want a tiefling. they were found and brought into the feywild by a clan of pixies who raised them. they're fun loving and carefree and mischevious, as befits someone raised by pixies. their warlock patron is Zybilna the fairy godmother.
some fun facts are that they are 6.5 feet tall (with the antlers), they're a vegetarian (really more of a frugivore), they collect little things (lost objects, shiny rocks, etc), and they looked very different as a baby but being in the feywild for so long influenced their appearance as they grew up
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