#ildri

[commander-sarahs-art]

Hey Folks!! I’m trying my hand at a Y.C.H thanks to a suggestion from my lovely gf💕 it’s a little last minute so excuse my graphics! but i thought it’d be something fun to try!:)

$110 for no Background

$118 With a Background!

Click the link above if youre interested!😁💕

Rules time!

Theyre completely customizable! can be whoever you want, doesnt matter gender, body type, etc. i’ll change it!:)

Im also willing to do half payment upfront and the rest on completion as i know its the holidays!😁💕

otherwise my normal commission rules apply!

depending on interest its unlikely i’ll get them all done before christmas. but i will try and have them done before january:)

any other questions ask em here or dm me!:)

[croissantgunslinger]

Woah, I wasn't there for a while huh????

Anyway, look! That's my mk oc Ildri with her boyfriend Erron🥰🫶🏻

whenever I look at it I think "JUST KISS ALREADY"

lol soon I'll probably post her reference, see ya 👋🏻

[thornaelle]

Cyrille Lyons, Demi Revas, Marigold, Jasper Kavaláris and Rhys Ildry for @weird-aunt

I've drawn most of these characters before so it was fun to revisit them in a different style and maintain their distinctive looks!

[autumnslance]

(@driftward) Glimpes of the past meme. What has AERYN ACHIEVED? A CRITICAL C'ORETTA moment? When was IYNA INJURED? And when Dark, uhhh, Dark.. uhhhh.. AUTUMN AFRAID? And maybe a bonus MORTAL moment with... (wait for it) MEVAN?

Gremlin. All of these prompts on the same doc came to a bit over 4000 words. Half of these words are these scenes.

There's a lot here, so under a cut they go!

send ACHIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they completed / achieved something they were proud of

“Top marks again,” Emelia said, smiling brightly. “Even beating out the older students.”

Aeryn shrugged, trying to remain modest but seeing how pleased her parents were made her smile in return.

“Your academic skill has been noticed,” Tanzel said, reaching over to squeeze her skinny shoulder. “My old friend at the High Crucible has been following with interest. He is willing to sponsor your continued studies, on the condition you apprentice with him afterwards.”

“Truly?” Emelia asked, while the grandmothers murmured in the background.

Aeryn frowned. “I like alchemy, but I want to study magic.” She ignored Nani Shaila’s derisive snort.

Tanzel nodded. “I told him so, even with how…difficult, casting has been for you,” he said diplomatically. “But he thinks a well-rounded education in the current theories will be an excellent foundation, given the work they must do for the satrap.”

Her heart beat a bit faster. She could still study what she wanted—she was so close to figuring out how to tap into her aether, she just knew it—and would have secured herself a position in the High Crucible as well. She nodded eagerly, trying to contain her excitement.

Even better, Zaine was coming home on leave in a few days, and she couldn’t wait to tell him.

send CRITICAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they thought about / were reminded of something they're insecure about

C’oretta paused just inside the door of their house, hearing the nurse Master Hamon had insisted upon talking with her mother. “Now then, Miss C’leiha, let’s get this done before your daughter gets home.”

“I told you before, Mida,” C’leiha said. The nurse’s name was not Mida. “Khell wants a big family, but I am not interested in having children.”

C’oretta bit her lip as the nurse took in a deep breath. “Is that so, Miss?” The nurse said mildly.

“Pregnancy is awful, and the changes to one’s health and body, even lasting after, ugh,” C’leiha shuddered. “And I’ve missed opportunities with my career I wouldn’t otherwise. No, we shall not be having a big family. I’d be happy with just the two of us.”

C’oretta forced her smile back on and called “Mama, I’m home!” before she stepped into the room.

C’leiha sat up, beaming. “Oretta! Welcome home, darling, did you have a good day at school?”

Reminding C’leiha that she was training at the Pugilist Guild now wouldn’t be useful, so C’oretta only nodded, still smiling, shrugging slightly at the nurse’s apologetic look.

send INJURED for a scene from my muse's past in which they sustained a significant injury

To all of my children in whom Life flows abundant…

The sky burned. Iyna’s head ached as if struck, though it was her side that felt every flame.

…To all of my children, to whom Death hath passed his judgment…

She had been returning to the Citadel when something had obviously, terribly gone Wrong with the transmitter, Dalamud distantly pulsing red in the sky above.

…The soul yearns for honor, and the flesh the hereafter…

Her flesh was certainly yearning for relief of some kind, though not that of the Lifestream just yet. She pulled herself to her feet, wincing and holding the gushing wound at her side. That wasn’t good.

…Look to those who walked before to lead those who walk after…

Her ears rang, the words hard to make out, but she turned back to where her contacts had risked dropping her off and hobbled that way.

…Shining is the Land's light of justice…

The land was twisted and torn, what parts of the city that hadn’t collapsed burning. She blocked out the sounds and scents of people dying, as she had hundreds of times over the decades.

…Ever flows the Land’s well of purpose…

What the fuck had Garlond done?

…Walk free, walk free, walk free, believe…

She stumbled on, holding her side, calling on years of training and discipline and hate and stubborness to keep going, the ringing sound almost like a song in her ears urging her forward…

…The Land is alive, so believe…

“Iyna!” The familiar voices of her rebel contacts drew near, and she almost wanted to weep in relief. They were still there. They had come to find her, knowing she wouldn’t have gotten to the city proper yet, in her circuitous route to throw off suspicion.

Caution was no longer needed. There would never be a better time.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said, swaying into her allies’ arms. “They’ll think I died with the rest.”

“You still might. Gods, this is a lot of blood!”

“Carry her, we have to go.”

A hrothgar scooped her up, and they ran through the burning woods to their transport.

The song continued, a terrible lullaby sending Iyna into dreams of more fiery skies and burning cities.

When she woke days later, side stitched and burns covered, she did not remember the dreams nor the song.

(Later she recognized the voice)

send AFRAID for a scene from my muse's past in which they were scared / under threat

Dark shouldn’t have wandered away from her siblings.

They were noisy even when not chattering and laughing and so she had slipped away to hunt for herself, and had found a nice young antelope she could easily take with her bow.

Then the boar had arrived, scaring off her quarry and staring at Dark with its angry eyes.

She stood frozen, hoping if she just didn’t move one way or another it would go. At thirteen summers, she was taller than many adult Hyurs, but still unmistakably adolescent in her gangly limbs that did not match the size of her hands and feet, nor her still plank-straight torso. Her shortbow’s pull was strong, enough for wildlife up to small deer, but a boar?

It was larger than her, its hide thick and tough, its yellowed tusks long and pointed. It huffed out a heavy breath.

Dark swallowed a whimper and tried to stop her trembling.

It rushed forward. Dark screamed, loosing her arrow instinctively. It pinged off a tusk.

There was a shout, and the boar was body checked by a large roegadyn man, his spear driving into the creature’s side. Dark let loose another arrow. This one, luckily, pierced through the boar’s eye, finishing its ferocious death throes.

She fell to the ground, shaking and choking out a little sob.

Cold Autumn pushed himself off the boar’s twitching, whimpering, dying body. He stood there for a moment, shaking himself, muttering prayers and curses to both Nophica and the Elementals, apologizing for what had transpired, thanking them for the bounty of the boar’s body while keeping his sister safe, promising to see none of the boar wasted. The ritual helped him calm down, giving Dark the time to settle as well, and whisper her own prayers in response, following her eldest brother’s example.

His broad shadow fell over her, and she looked up. His expression of relieved anger was almost more frightening than the boar had been. “I told you to stick with us,” Cold said.

She nodded. She had disobeyed. The others were calling from the woods, hurrying through the underbrush, asking if everything was all right.

“We’re fine!” Cold called, deep voice easily carrying through the woods, slowing their siblings’ rush. He reached down and grabbed Dark’s upper arms, his hands huge and strong as he hauled her to her feet and looked her over. “Hurt?” he asked, tone gentler.

She shook her head.

“Good shot,” he said. “Finished it quicker than I could alone. Don’t do this again, Mouse.”

She nodded, flinging forward to hug him tightly. He returned the embrace, and then led her to rejoin the others.

send MORTAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they had a brush with death, either themselves or someone close to them

The tunnel’s collapse was sudden, no Earth inspired nearby to sense, let alone stop, it. Mevan’s training with the town physicker wasn’t so much interrupted as changed in its course, following him to the site as people were pulled out of the rubble. She and the physicker were kept busy, hours passing in a blur.

She used the basic cleanse inspiration, many of the miners too injured to hiss at the sharpness of the aether scouring their forms. She used alchemical solutions to dull their pains and medicate scraped and torn flesh. She traced her hands over their wounds as if she were stitching them, her inspiration knitting them together. She set broken bones, weaving torn tendons, ligaments, muscles, flesh into whole pieces before splinting the limbs or wrapping the ribs, the spines.

Through it all, Mevan grit her teeth, mouth full of the taste of copper and grit, bones aching, skin tender, innards twisted. She felt each cut and bruise, each break and tear, that her patients experienced, her inspiration’s sympathetic reactions guiding her to what needed healing.

Her back ached, legs tingling as if asleep as she worked on a broken spine. She wasn’t good enough to deal with nerve damage yet; hopefully Master Ildris would come soon, a message had been sent to the enclave…

A shout, as one more body was pulled from deep in the rubble. They called for Mevan, and she ran to see. The man barely breathed, every attempt a shallow, raspy hiss. He was a mass of blood and bruising, limbs crushed and mangled. She set to work.

Sparks danced in her hair as she cleansed him, more blood welling and pooling in places it should not be. His skull had been mostly protected by his helm and luck besides, so there was no brain damage—not from being struck, anyway. She ignored his extremities for now, seeking the damages in his pulverized and punctured torso.

It was so much. Too much, making her sway as blackness crowded her vision. But she sucked in a breath and set to work. Mevan was only Seraphic inspired, but she had aetheric reserves that made even Divines jealous. She could keep going. She had to.

So she began knitting his wrecked organs back together. Clearing and repairing his lungs so he could breathe…but his airways were blocked, so take care of that. That caused a skip in his also damaged heart, so hurry there, finish the lungs in a moment…but now other things were failing, more blood and bile where it shouldn’t be, a cascade that she chased, trying to catch up to the failing pieces. She even tried turning the sympathetic bond around, willing her own organs to remind his how they ought to work—

“Mevan,” Ildris’s voice, soft and sad. Her thin, calloused hand rested on Mevan’s. “Ease his pain. And let him go.”

“But I can—”

“No,” her mentor said. “There are some things beyond even Inspiration. You’ve done more than could be expected, but it’s just as important that we know when to give in to fate.”

Mevan’s vision blurred, from both weariness and tears. The man was too weak to groan, but as deep as she was in his innards, she felt every agony. She withdrew; slowly, carefully, and with Ildris’s guidance, dulled his nerves and released the humors that would make him feel better than he was. Mevan fumbled for one of her vials, pouring it down his throat, sensing further relief as he relaxed, little other sensation left to him as she watched his battered organs fail.

Her own breath paused, briefly, as his finally rattled to a stop.

Mevan slumped against Ildris, who held and rocked her, brushing a kiss across Mevan’s temple, as she had when Mevan was a child and sobbing about how she missed her home, how she couldn’t reach the promise of her inspiration—not until she found her calling to heal.

“I know,” Ildris said. “The first is the hardest.”

“It gets easier?” Mevan rasped, her vision swimming, darkening as she shivered; she had been healing for hours, and this had been the worst. She had hit aethershock.

“No,” Ildris admitted, as Mevan’s consciousness faded away.

[windup-viera]

Shadowheart... he's right there, man.

[silver-flame-alchemist]

1 and 15 for tav asks !

1: Are They Baldurian? No! Ildris is a Drow Half-Elf, and grew up in the Underdark with his dad. They traveled around a lot down there, so he didn't really have a favorite place (Bonus: He does now, it's the Myconid Circle. He and Astarion go there to visit regularly).

15: Do They Have Any Sentimental Items? Yes! Ildris' mother was a Harper, and left him a silver necklace with their symbol etched on it. Also the carved wooden duck from Halsin goes with him *everywhere* now.

Thanks for asking! 💙✨

[silver-flame-alchemist]

Me either, baby boy.

but im not above enjoying this

[lavendergalactic]

☆ 　ildris core shiny buttons !

gift for @llocket , made them myself credit 4 putting on resource rentrys / blogs / etc f2u, feel free to resize / recolour!

happy early valentines day

[aliverse]

Plot Bunny Roundup (in order of fandom alphabet)

Just the ocs I've been teasing.

Tessa Iannuci — Brooklyn Nine-Nine. (Gif)

Beloved daughter of a mob boss who loves her family but wants nothing to do with the criminal side. In fact, she’s currently studying law. Really life was going great until she realized her new “bodyguard” turned situationship was not actually an ex cop… and now, with her best friend missing and her family possibly being involved, she must turn to him for help. Friends to lovers to enemies to reluctant allies to lovers with Jake Peralta.

Darcy Creely — Brooklyn Nine-Nine. (Gif)

Irish-American Hairdresser, ex girlfriend turned best friend of Tessa, wife of Tessa's cousin Carlo Lombardi. Dramatic, gossipy, and extroverted. Goes missing, thus why Tessa has to go to Jake. Connected Strangers to Friends to Lovers with Rosa.

Ildri Westergaard — Descendants. (Gif)

Daughter of Hans Westergaard and Ignia Emberwing (oc fairy villain). Has fire powers although cannot control them because they were suppressed on the Isle. Raised by Hans to succeed where he failed, and to get revenge on Ana and Elsa for him, and trained by Ignia to get revenge for her on Vidia and The Fairy Godmother. Smart, cunning, beautiful, and fashionable. Loves fire, loves to feel hot but prefers winter. Ex of Harry. Semi established Core Four (bc I am not a coward). Friends to lovers with Ben. Core four x Ben x Ildri.

Angelica "Angel" Bogdon — The Good Place. (Gif)

Spent her life trying to connect with the world through art and literature. Knows she doesn't belong in The Good Place. Life pre-college is a little blurry (think Amy from Doctor Who), and she has a weird knack for sensing things humans should not be able too. Friends to Enemies to Frenemies to Lovers with Michael.

Liam Evander — The Good Place. (Gif)

Angel's "soulmate." Very famous and very talented actor, although highly controversial for his radical activism in pretty much all fields. Thinks he belongs in The Good Place because he stood by his beliefs even when they had the potential to ruin his entire career. Cares about his craft, but not about being liked. Has clashed often with Tahani in the press before he died (but also Kamilah, he hates both sisters). Enemies to lovers with Tahani.

PLEASE SEND ME ASKS AND THOUGHTS OR DETAILS ABOUT OCS YOU MAY HAVE IN THESE FANDOMS!

[johndaveweekk]

JohnDave Week 2023 Day 7: Free Day

“Free Day!! Make whatever pepsicola content you want!”

Thanks to @ildri-artblog (Bakustrider on Instagram) who make all the images for this week and the countdown

[applecherry108]

I’m gonna use a random number generator and draw whoever I get. These aren’t even all my OCs, but they are all the ones I:

Can draw from memory

Are named* (Beloved Pokemon™️ are an exception)

And have even a modicum of characterization fleshed out

So while that may exclude some fan characters, random designs, and alas, even more Beloved Pokemon™️, this is an accurate reflection of ~25 years of my ADHD maladaptive daydreaming creating stories.

Aulani

Angelo

Alika

Romeo

Savannah

Dimitri

Ildri

Iggy

Bronte

Vajra

Eva

Haim

Ha-Neul

Nasim

Hongshui

Haixiao

Ala

Nergal

Rochelle

Sam (royal)

Taylor

Michael (royal)

Sara

Kitten

Jason

Feo

Mina

Kana

Jericho

Lin

Terra

Elsie

Lulu

Karin

Lil’ Raven

Trill

N00b

Nyx

Kat

John

Carrot

Candy

Remon

Raimu

Frambuesa

Podo

Granada

Cordial

Liliko’i

Mochi

Mure

Howaito

Honey

Absinthe

Lolly

Ruby (royal)

Tenners (royal)

Gargitt

Jigo

Osa

Mikamika

Shara

Queeny

Suzy

Kit

Goz

Naz

Ner

Sul

River

Daichi

Mokuzai

Youkou

Kane

Isabelle

Ira

Grace

Bunny

Carter (royal)

Tenchi

Kame

Unmei

Momo

Ame

Yuki

Suu

Fuu

Jimmy (royal)

Silvia (royal)

Aden

Olga

Richie

Edward (royal)

Alan

Maggie

William

Danny

Sonny (/Elaine) (royal)

Stormy (/Emily) (royal)

Wendy (/Eleanor) (royal)

Znowy (/Elise) (royal)

Cleo

Claude

Eliza (royal)

Jacob (royal)

Derek

Deana

Jed

Molly

Lawrence

Red

Blue

Helen

Jude

Cain

Takako

Jackson

Louis

Audrey

Ruth

Dick (royal)

Anastasia (royal)

Elizabeth

Lizzy (royal)

Mindy (royal)

David (royal)

Stephen (royal)

Marco

Paula

Cupid

Julian

Gracia Harding

Christopher

Solas

Ganta

Karen

Tyler

TJ

Marisol

Hanabi

Greema

Ceres

Gwen

Merle

Cali

Cam

Lance

Robin (royal)

Lynn

Arty

April

Pumpkin

Sugarplum

Sweetpea

Honeybun

Cupcake

Chamomile

Jellybean

Gumdrop

Bonbon

Typhlosion

Ampharos

Togekiss

Dewgong

Delphox

Azumarill

Dragalge

Pangoro

Talonflame

Florges

Zeke/Coqenade & Bragg

Bin Young-Ho/Abysstros & Gullp

Jean Luc/Slumberjack & Snuuz

Sabira/Swan Song & Fuum

Genevieve/Mockingjay & Jellee

Aoife/Rosebec & Pekk

Therese/Corvitous & Shynii

Kelley Kirk

Static Scratch

Amelia the Smol

Rin & Chuumon

[croissantgunslinger]

ILDRI'S REFERENCE

Just a reference of my mk oc Ildri Black, let me know if I should share her backstory too!

[detonya-art]

Meet Edana and Ildri, Mink's younger step siblings.

They've always been there, in the back of my mind but I haven't had a chance to write out their stories more. It's a lot of fun to actually work on all this world building stuff. Names and certain designs are likely to change but in the least bit I got a general idea of it all.

[llocket]

Hi Ildris ... I'm president of Neraphi hateclub and I'm here to say we support you

thats like the first time on tumblr someone has called me ildris im being so deadass LOL that made me happy and your message makes me happy thank you 💞 have more photost of my cart

[maverickmage]

Some day, centuries from now when I think all recollection of that event has passed, someone will remind me of Ildri.

[silver-flame-alchemist]

Mad apology to the Anon who asked me Ildris questions from this, Tumblr ate your ask??

Fuck it, OC brain rot won. Get ready for the Secret Ask List

1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who?

2) Who's your OCs best friend? How did they become best friends?

3) What song describes your OC?

4) What song describes your OC and their partner/love interest?

5) Do you ship your OC with a Canon character? If so who?

6) If your OC is in a fantasy setting, what profession would they be in the modern day?

7) Vice-Versa! If your OC is in the modern day, what fantasy class would they be? Would they be a different race?

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

9) How does your OC handle their physical health? Do they take care of themselves?

10) How does your OC handle their mental health? Do they take care of themselves?

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

12) Does your OC interact with other people's OC? If so, who's their best OC friend?

13) Does your OC have a rival? How did it start?

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

15) Will your OC ever retire? Do you see them making it?

16) How's their relationship with their parents? Are they alive?

17) If your OC has kids, are they a good parent? Do they ever feel guilty if they have to leave them?

18) What are their pronouns? What would they like to be called?

19) What's their sexuality? What's their love language both giving and receiving?

20) If they fight, what's their weapon of choice?

21) What song best describes their relationship with their enemy?

22) Fight or Flight? Are they a lover or a fighter?

23) Is your OC reliable? Can I call them up at two in the morning if I have a flat tire?

24) Can they play any instruments? If so, what do they play?

25) Are they the kind of person who can't resist a good song? Can I catch your OC singing to themselves while they do the dishes?

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

27) What's their spirit tamagotchi? Or an animal you associate them with?

28) What clique would they be in? (Draw them in the clothes of said group!)

29) Imagine a mood board for your OC! What's on it? (Make it if you want!)

30) My OC and your OC are friends. This isn't a question. I'm not asking. (How do they respond?)