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Contact: AnaithniddArt@gmail.com
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There is something to be said about having a character you love enough to suffer hell to learn new skills for. LMAO
November 15, 2025 at 6:59 PM
There is something to be said about having a character you love enough to suffer hell to learn new skills for. LMAO
He's taken to floral arrangements and binding stems to create arrangements specifically for decay. So that he can observe the fall of the petals, the weakening and bending of stems unable to hold the weight of themselves until they've all but mummified in the open air mausoleum of his library.
November 15, 2025 at 6:07 PM
He's taken to floral arrangements and binding stems to create arrangements specifically for decay. So that he can observe the fall of the petals, the weakening and bending of stems unable to hold the weight of themselves until they've all but mummified in the open air mausoleum of his library.
The way he sequesters away information. Hoarding, collecting. Storing everything within Books. A form he holds most high and reveres beyond all others. The way he braids his thoughts in every ribbon sewn into each signature; how they hang from the shelves like waterfalls of his memory and mind.
November 15, 2025 at 6:03 PM
The way he sequesters away information. Hoarding, collecting. Storing everything within Books. A form he holds most high and reveres beyond all others. The way he braids his thoughts in every ribbon sewn into each signature; how they hang from the shelves like waterfalls of his memory and mind.
Within his shared home is an expanding library. Every shelf is weighed heavily with great tomes and journals of sizes almost comedic. A Herbarium, of personal enjoyment. And a place where he stores his mind within every page. So that he might never forget the things most important to him.
November 15, 2025 at 5:59 PM
Within his shared home is an expanding library. Every shelf is weighed heavily with great tomes and journals of sizes almost comedic. A Herbarium, of personal enjoyment. And a place where he stores his mind within every page. So that he might never forget the things most important to him.
Each botanical book is like a casket; and he takes great care to entomb every prepared body he collects. Meticulous notes are taken to ensure every specimen is not without it's inscription. A final set of words. A description for those who might view it-- yet too possessive of his findings to share.
November 15, 2025 at 5:56 PM
Each botanical book is like a casket; and he takes great care to entomb every prepared body he collects. Meticulous notes are taken to ensure every specimen is not without it's inscription. A final set of words. A description for those who might view it-- yet too possessive of his findings to share.
He snips and arranges each one with morbid care. Spreading out their limbs in a neat arrangement on thick textured canvas; so white that every little trichome is visible to his determining eye. A thin vellum sheet ghosts over it's dying body, to cradle it against the pages, to shut them firmly.
November 15, 2025 at 5:53 PM
He snips and arranges each one with morbid care. Spreading out their limbs in a neat arrangement on thick textured canvas; so white that every little trichome is visible to his determining eye. A thin vellum sheet ghosts over it's dying body, to cradle it against the pages, to shut them firmly.
There is an allure to these unspoken life forms. A language and movement imperceptible. A connection to the soil; a craving with no name that cradles every nerve in the back of his throat. A dark fascination with the anatomy, the mechanics-- the short lived life so easily cut by his own scissors.
November 15, 2025 at 5:50 PM
There is an allure to these unspoken life forms. A language and movement imperceptible. A connection to the soil; a craving with no name that cradles every nerve in the back of his throat. A dark fascination with the anatomy, the mechanics-- the short lived life so easily cut by his own scissors.
I am looking. Staring. Perceiving
November 15, 2025 at 5:37 PM
I am looking. Staring. Perceiving
PHEW SIR HELLO YES GOOD STUFF BARKBARK
November 14, 2025 at 3:20 PM
PHEW SIR HELLO YES GOOD STUFF BARKBARK
The act of shaving your partners. There are some people who really enjoy that. I don't personally understand but hey, to each their own. I'd rather get my fingers knotted in a full bear rug.
November 14, 2025 at 3:19 PM
The act of shaving your partners. There are some people who really enjoy that. I don't personally understand but hey, to each their own. I'd rather get my fingers knotted in a full bear rug.
Just to be clear, that's not me. I'm not into shaving people. Actually. I prefer full body hair-- but I'm sure there ARE some who would appreciate this WIP
November 14, 2025 at 3:16 PM
Just to be clear, that's not me. I'm not into shaving people. Actually. I prefer full body hair-- but I'm sure there ARE some who would appreciate this WIP
Some people are into that~
November 14, 2025 at 3:16 PM
Some people are into that~
If only he was into voyeurism; I'd watch that man get topped. There is something far too satisfying in watching the dominate get dominated. A test of wills, and then left wanting. -fans self-
November 14, 2025 at 2:25 PM
If only he was into voyeurism; I'd watch that man get topped. There is something far too satisfying in watching the dominate get dominated. A test of wills, and then left wanting. -fans self-
Faurox is a greedy man whose appetites are unquenchable. Freshly filled and growling for more. Demanding service. His partner enjoys playing with his patience, with that thin leash of control to keep him just so obedient. He will be told to wait for his next helping; for it will be all the sweeter.
November 13, 2025 at 5:20 AM
Faurox is a greedy man whose appetites are unquenchable. Freshly filled and growling for more. Demanding service. His partner enjoys playing with his patience, with that thin leash of control to keep him just so obedient. He will be told to wait for his next helping; for it will be all the sweeter.
ignore me and my attempts to draw hole. Just a quick practice and hyperfocus before I drift off to sleeep
November 13, 2025 at 4:40 AM
ignore me and my attempts to draw hole. Just a quick practice and hyperfocus before I drift off to sleeep
Love when a man can let his hair down once in a while~ 💙
November 12, 2025 at 9:56 PM
Love when a man can let his hair down once in a while~ 💙
And now I can't undo the cursed knowledge that the man's name sounds like a grain.
November 12, 2025 at 4:15 PM
And now I can't undo the cursed knowledge that the man's name sounds like a grain.
His father was a worldly man. A man who loved old things and peoples. And the vast cultural bounty that was Coerthas spoke deeply to him as someone who lived under those lands during his youth. So he chose a name from the overworld, to give to his son that he might explore all the world had to offer
November 12, 2025 at 4:14 PM
His father was a worldly man. A man who loved old things and peoples. And the vast cultural bounty that was Coerthas spoke deeply to him as someone who lived under those lands during his youth. So he chose a name from the overworld, to give to his son that he might explore all the world had to offer
But I have assigned it meaning based on his character now. That it is a given, romantic gesture and hope from his late father and only parent. An archiac Coerthan word given on his nameday as a wish that he might some day 'Go Far'.
November 12, 2025 at 4:12 PM
But I have assigned it meaning based on his character now. That it is a given, romantic gesture and hope from his late father and only parent. An archiac Coerthan word given on his nameday as a wish that he might some day 'Go Far'.
Faurox's name is one I cobbled together on random 9 years ago in the character creator far before I decided I would give it any meaning or write him as a fully realized character. It was just the name I had to choose to start playing a new MMO.
November 12, 2025 at 4:10 PM
Faurox's name is one I cobbled together on random 9 years ago in the character creator far before I decided I would give it any meaning or write him as a fully realized character. It was just the name I had to choose to start playing a new MMO.