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Ah yep, there it is, the part that absolutely broke me. I didn’t expect this game to make me cry🤕

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Part 1 || Part 2 and 3 coming soon! ||

I’ve been working on this for so long, and I can’t wait to show off the rest of it, IT’S LOOKING SO GOOD

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Some of the creatures of the forest seemed willing to follow you.

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Found this guy in the forest

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A New Game - An Inscryption Speedpaint

As the mysterious light from the cabin glows in the distance, you feel as though your journey is drawing to a close. Or is it? 

Hello Everyone! What better way welcome the new year than with a speedpaint from one of my favorite games of this year, Inscryption!

I just think this game is neat! 83c

Speedpaint Video on my Youtube Channel, which I would usually link here but if I did that it probably won’t show up in the tags

edit: [head in my hands, please show up in the tags i worked hard on this alskdjglds]

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This might be a silly question but does the 18+ on your blog indicate your age or that you want minors to not intreact?

Not a silly question at all, anon! The 18+ on my blog is actually my age, yeah-- all of my content are sfw, though!

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Look your leshy stuff is incredibly effervescent and good and I love it!!! Happy new year :D

WAHHH thank you so much I'm so glad you enjoy my Leshy content!! It means a bunch to me!! I love one (1) tree man and I think lots of people are also in agreement with that sfbshg

Happy New Year to you too!!!💕

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I don’t know if you’re taking requests, or if you even do nsfw, but would you be willing to write a Leshy x GN or Fem Reader smut that revolves around Leshy having a scent kink?

Hi anon!! I am indeed taking requests but cjdhdb I am sorry that I don't write nsfw stuff because I'm not too confident with it!! You're free to send in sfw stuff tho!! I don't mind suggestive stuff but I can't write explicit fics cjdjsdfb

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More than Friends

Pairing: Leshy x gender-neutral!Reader Summary:  So when Leshy asked if you would like to join him in sleeping together one night after a long but thrilling campaign, you were more than happy to indulge him.

The first time it happened, it was entirely by accident.

A storm was raging violently outside the cabin. Cards in hand, you were trying to carefully consider your next move, but the  weight of sleep was slowly settling over  you like a warm blanket. It was hard to think when you were yawning every few minutes and it was far too comfortable of a température in comparison to the frigid cold outside.

The pitter patter of rain against wood did not help. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, and the next second, you'd fallen asleep on the table.

When you woke from your dreamless sleep, you felt a physical weight draped over your body, and it took you a moment to realize that it was Leshy, arms strung loosely around your middle as he breathed rhythmically into the crook of your neck.

This was your first time being so near him, near enough that you could feel the life of the forest through the rise and fall of his chest.

You didn't know how it happened, or when it did, but it's certainly something you wouldn't mind doing more of.

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There were a lot of things you knew about the Scrybe of Beasts.That he is unbelievably strong-- imposing, tall figure with large hands capable of more than just a firm handshake.

That he is a lover of stories, and a lover of telling those stories in a way that has you wanting for more. But above all, that he is kind, beneath the fearsome act he puts on for the sake of a good time.

What you didn’t know was how much he enjoyed your company.

It made sense, though. He was lonely. It’s been so long since he’s last seen a challenger, so long since he’s shared his game with someone who was willing to play. So long since anyone has tried to understand him at all.

So when Leshy asked if you would like to join him in sleeping together one night after a long but thrilling campaign, you were more than happy to indulge him.

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Ever since then, the two of you were practically inseparable each night. After every game, you would inexplicably find yourself in Leshy’s arms, dozing off into a pleasant sleep in the warmth of his embrace.

Some nights, you would fall asleep with him on the table, his arms wrapped around you like a blanket to ward the cold away. Other nights, you would sleep together up against the cabin wall, his arms looping around your middle as you leaned against him for warmth. Many nights, you would find yourself sleeping with him together on the floor, your head buried into his chest as he moves his hands in comforting circles at the small of your back. You didn’t know what this was, not really, but it's certainly something you didn’t mind having more of. _________________________________________________

You and Leshy have opted to take a break from the game today.

You spend most of the day letting Leshy show you around his domain-- beasts of the forest skittering about as you weave through the grand, unfaltering firs and pines that stand tall and proud, guardians of the wildlife that thrive here. You hear the sound of wolves howling, of ravens cawing, of the deep breath of nature rustling the leaves on the trees with a great ferocity of an incoming storm. Before the rain could drench you both, you hurriedly make your way into the cabin with Leshy. You weren’t too lucky enough to make it unscathed, though. It had begun to drizzle halfway through your journey back, and your hair and face was wet from the rain.

Leshy, already back from fetching a piece of ragged cloth, starts to dry your hair even without being asked to, as if he has done this for you many times before, and would continue to do so for as long as you stayed by his side.

When he’s done with your hair, he moves to run the cloth across your face with so much delicate care, with so much gentleness, that you can’t help but lean into his touch and let out a relaxed sigh. You feel his fingers lightly caress your cheek, and when you look up to meet his eyes, it’s an undeniable expression of fondness and adoration.

“ Thank you for spending the day with me, my sweetest friend.�� You bring your hand to cup the one on your cheek, a thumb gently stroking the back of his hand. The Great Scrybe of Beasts stands before you, regarding you with such tenderness, and it is then that you’ve realized that he means so much more to you than you’ve led yourself to believe.

“ More than a friend, surely?” You’re not sure if he heard-- it was a quiet murmur under your breath, filled with so much uncertainty and the sudden fear of rejection or the overstepping of a boundary. The hand leaves your cheek after you say that, and the cabin is deathly silent. Just when you’re about to apologize for making such assumptions, Leshy leans down to kiss you, threading his fingers with your own and pulling you into his arms. The kiss is deep, passionate, filled with unspoken words and feelings and all the things he wishes to give to you.

You’re not sure how you know, but the two of you are definitely, definitely more than friends.

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Here it is!!! The Grimora x Reader that was WAY harder to write than it had any right being. Did I go through like,, thre separate ideas before I finally found one I liked?? Yes. Was it a self indulgent idea with a knight reader?? Absolutely.

Am I going to force it down y'all's throats? Yes. Yes I am.

Anyway I love Grimora so much she deserves so much more love than I see her getting.

Also!! General warning for gore and mentions of death because I'm a dramatic person

L'appel Du Vide (Grimora x GN!Reader)

In which it is not yet your time to go.

You could not remember how you got here.

Past a certain point everything was just… blurry. Faint and quickly fading impressions rather than clear and distinct imagery. You could remember grey- the clashing of steel and the shouts and screams of others. You could remember running towards something, something that felt like destiny. You could remember screaming out with bared teeth- burn, butcher! Burn!

You could barely remember the heat of battle, only faintly visualize the face of the one who had wronged you so long ago. You could hardly remember what it had felt like when your sword had pierced through their armor, ripping flesh and tearing a garbled scream from their throat. And you could only barely feel where their own weapon had cut you deep- had taken a chunk out of you.

You had collapsed, fading in and out of consciousness with only the fading warmth of vengeance finally satisfied to keep your spirit alive.

You thought maybe that the battle had ended, though you were not sure which side- if any- were victorious.

You could not remember how you got here.

Alone, cold, laying on your back on the cold ground. Your failing vision could barely process movement, could only really notice the shades of stormy grey and deathly purple that had taken over the battlefield. If you were even still on the battlefield, that was. You exhaled in a trembling sigh, closing your eyes for a moment and allowing an armored hand to rest lightly on top of your oozing wound. Your ears were ringing, everything surrounding you sounding as though it were beneath a good few feet of water. Your helmet had been removed- when had you done that? A cold breeze playing across your exposed face and drawing a weak shiver from your form. You were cold- colder than you had ever been. You feared that you would never be warm again- not with ice clinging to your bones they way it was now.

You forced your tired eyes open again, faintly aware of shadowy spectres wandering with no direction. You imagined you would join them soon, just another soul lost to battle. Just another epitaph for death to record- one of hundreds.

You inhaled, a strangled cry catching in your throat as your wound pulsed with fire. It burned, icy fire spidering up your veins and piercing your temples. You coughed, your whole body lurching with the effort and your eyes leaking pained tears. You tried not to sob, you really did, but the fear of your situation was finally sinking in.

You were dying.

You had anticipated it. Expected it- welcomed it, even. But now that you were here, death’s heavy embrace weighing down your whole form, you were terrified.

You didn’t want to go.

Retribution had left you feeling empty now that the hour for it had passed. Empty, and oh so very cold. What had it been worth? Surely not your life- not the hours you had spent training until your hands bled and until you collapsed from exhaustion. Surely not all the blood you had spilled, both your own and others’. You had dedicated yourself completely towards revenge, towards absolution. And what had it all been for, in the end?

Nothing.

This was not what you wanted your legacy to be. This is not what you wanted your gravestone to say. You did not want to die a bitter, angry person. You did not want to die having not truly lived.

This was not how you wanted to be remembered.

“Then how would you like to be remembered, my dear?”

You gasped, a nearly silent sound, your eyes once again fluttering open, though not without some considerable effort. It took a moment, but your shaky vision finally focused enough to see the woman knelt before you- her expression soft and her smile kind. The wrinkles gilding her face spoke of years of joy and laughter, a distinct wisdom shining through- the likes of which you had never seen before. Her eyes, while visually empty, glowed softly both literally and figuratively as she gazed down upon your battered, ruined form.

It took a long moment before you could reply, your voice weak and trembling with effort, “I am… not sure. There really isn’t anything else.”

You knew this woman, how could you not? You had seen statues of her, had read poems, stories, first-hand accounts describing her and the other three Scrybes. Everyone knew the face of death, knew her name. You were no exception.

What you had not accounted for was Grimora being far more beautiful than you could have even begun to imagine.

“Is that truly the case?” She murmured, her face moving a little closer to your own and a gentle hand brushing away the hair that stuck to your forehead, “Because I am certain that there is more to your story than this.”

You smiled, laughing breathily and allowing your heavy eyelids to close once more, “I’m afraid not, my lady. I am merely just another soul consumed by anger.”

You could not open your eyes as her hand came to rest gently on your cheek, far too exhausted to look upon her again. You could feel your life bleeding from you like wine pouring from a glass, your breaths becoming increasingly more labored and your heart sounding louder and louder in your ears. You did not react as you felt her remove the chest piece of your armor, deft fingers making quick work of the worn buckles and straps. Her other hand came to rest upon the quilted fabric of your tunic, just above your weeping wound, gentle as a moth’s fluttering wing.

“Oh, but there is, my dear,” her voice was a whisper, though it wove through your mind and drowned out everything else, “There is far more to your story than just vengeance. There is more to you than just that.”

You managed to crack open your eyes one more time, your breathing quiet and ragged. She leaned closer towards your face, the hand on your cheek tracing a gentle path with its thumb. She smiled, an expression you could only dare to describe as loving, the curled wisps of hair framing her face tickling your cheeks. Her presence was all-consuming, drowning out everything else. Fear, pain- everything except for the here and now.

“No,” she said, her voice sounding like honey on a warm piece of fresh bread, “No, there is more to you than that. And I look forward to learning exactly what that is.”

Your lips parted, your words dying on your tongue as her other hand rested entirely on the gaping wound in your side. It did not hurt, surprisingly enough, the icy heat beginning to fade away into a dull throbbing. A question caught in your throat, your body too exhausted to make hide nor hair of anything that was going on. But Grimora merely smiled, seeming to know exactly what was flitting through your mind.

“It is not yet your time to go, my dearest. Not for a long while yet.”

And with that she pressed a soft, chaste kiss to your forehead, lingering for a long moment before pulling away. Your eyes fluttered closed once more despite your best efforts to the contrary, the exhaustion you had been fighting finally pulling you under and into darkness. But it was not a cold, empty darkness. No- this was warm. This was comforting. This was the first time you had truly rested in… Stars only knew how long.

And you were resting still when you were finally found laying next to your vanquished foe, your wound having stopped its bleeding and color beginning to return to your cheeks. Your breathing was ragged, your heart-rate shaky at best- but you were alive.

You still had a story to tell, after all.

And death would await your tale with bated breath.

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For my 21st birthday I would like my cake to be shaped like leshy's meat pile because the game didn't let me eat it send tweet

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🩸 Another challenger… It has been ages. 🩸

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THIS IS SO CUTE I couldn’t not draw this with my inscryption oc and leshy.... just lil flowers growing on him,,, 

Leshy starts growing flowers in places unconsciously when smitten. Just one day you notice a small flower coming out his shoulder or something and you point it out. He freezes up like a deer in the headlights for a second as he realises.

Oh this is so precious!!!

He doesn't even notice; the flowers, that is. He notices his growing attachment to the player, absolutely, but he tries to ignore it...

And at first, it's fine; until he begins blooming, and the player comments on how nice the flowers are, and Leshy knows he's in deep.

(One day, if they reciprocate his feelings, he'll pluck them from himself and offer them as gifts; living proof of how much he loves them.)

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Blursed(?) Thought: Leshy's eyes canonically change colour and pupil shape (orange spirals when he's talking, pure red when he's angry/during the ol' Too Fast Too Soon) so what if he literally gets glowy pink heart-shaped pupils when he's in love

(the challenger has no idea until they sit down one day and just see ♡◡♡ across the table from them--)

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Oooh how do you think the other scrybes act when it’s winter and Leshy is weaker because of the lack of sunlight and colder temp.

The fact that this implies that leshy has to do photosynthesis and that he changes with the seasons is very neat!! SInce he is based of a Slavic forest diety it's pretty fitting that he would be weaker as winter approaches and starts losing leaves-- maybe his body changes to adapt to the cold by having more fur and be more animal-like but it usually isn't enough to warm him up, and that's where the other Scrybes step in! I feel like winter is the time where they have the least animosity against each other because it's so cold and it's hard to be upset and argue constantly so instead they keep cozy in leshy's cabin. Grimora is the one bringing most of the things that keep them warm-- hot drinks, nice blankets and P03, who is reluctantly the space heater but is here because he begrudgingly enjoys the cuddle pile.

Magnificus takes this time to paint things outside of his comfort zone as they all surround P03 for warmth, which is where the paintings in the cabin come from maybe... Leshy being given them at the end of Magnifcus' stay.

They are all just having a nice sleepover during winter because they're too tired to fight and that's the only time they're nice to each other sbghfg

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SPOILERS for incryption!!!

But not too heavy :))

Big man, small tub

(Open pics for better quality)

drawings i did before and after @kakusu-shipping 's WONDERFUL FIC THAT I ADORE amongst his other works!!! Thank you so so so much again!

Also first drawing is self-indulgent cuz i did it a couple days ago when i got the idea (that i then gave as a prompt) please don't swallow me whole

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