#arathain

[shepards-folly]

*knocks on your door and leaves a paper taped to it before running off*

(The paper says "please draw Arathain and Lux ) there is a smiley face drawn at the bottom)

They're like hanging out in the void cause uhm well... backgrounds are hard and i already spent one million years messing with the shading as per usual. Lux was pretty fun to draw actually. ugh I really need to actually watch csmp stuff again

[dead-sp1der]

Judgement and Regret (?)

[the-mcyt-crackships-brackets]

[arathain]

Gift of Oblivion

Five thousand, four hundred, and fifty-three

The Mason watched from the Perch's unfinished tower as the little light flittered around the great stone bridge, gradually creating a perfect facsimile of ruination. In the afternoon light, the arches of the bridge cast shadows onto the walkway proper, leading up to the great hole, an artificial equivalent of Bonesburrow's natural location, that was Luxintrus's home. The Mason's old heart, ever more a cage than container, sank once more as they looked at the black mist that enveloped their very hands and face, pain welling as the eternal innocence below gathered yet another bucket of river water. As it should. Standing up, the Mason went back to their work, further erecting the decorational tower to overlook their grave's surroundings.

'Perhaps, one day, another will give them the love in kind they so deserve.' A cold murmur escaped the lifeless lips.

Between three thousand five hundred and three thousand eight hundred and fifteen

The lonely shadow looked over at the sleeping child, night falling on the lifeless lands around them. It has been months since the last incident - while their memory took a toll each time, it was an understandable price for the mind to take. Putting away the wooden training swords, the Mason tidied the little light's drab blankets, and dimmed the lantern that lit up the cliffside cave. Looking at the stars above, the all-too-old yet all-too-young idiot sage was too tired to pray for forgiveness, especially given knowing none would grant it. No, it was the Mason's burden, and theirs alone, to leave their voice, those hues that once illuminated their life so, behind. He looked over once more, at the tiny, radiant being.

'Do you see who I want to be for you, or who I am?'

The Mason scoffed.

'As if you wouldn't run away the second you found out. As you should.'

The Mason looked at their lifeless hands, as if waiting for the first cracks to show in the brickwork.

Twelve-Eight-Elevens

The Mason briefly panicked as the fire under the makeshift metal bowl roared, quickly raising the pot so as not overcook the ingredients. The makeshift 'house', made of great, perfect blocks of stone, contained the covered wound and the woundless light, protecting them from the wind and rain outside. Turning from the campfire, they turned to look at little Lux, rummaging through their belongings. A mixture of tired and cautious words exit their mouth.

'What are you looking for?'

Luxintrus looked back at him, an innocent expression on their face.

'Just looking through your stuff, mister.' She raised a cold, volcanic-glass knife, the Mason's eyes widening, if they could. 'I found this thing in your bags, what do-'

She suddenly stopped, her eyes slowly widening as the Mason approached, defeatedly. The little light screamed and bent over, staring at the approaching figure in overwhelming fear. The Mason grabbed the fleeing moth, taking the knife out of their hand. Before they could scream again, the knife stabbed firmly, once, extinguishing the little light, who would awaken in an hour or two, memoryless. Crushing the knife in their palm, the Mason went back to the stew.

'Three days.'

The Mason sat, alone, wandering in agony through the cold depths of their own existence. As they should.

Zero

The Wheel-Bearer entered the room, white fire burning as their comrades descended onto the town. Quickly evading the fumbled attack of their opponent, they pierced them through the chest with their stone greatsword, and then used it to stab the other, charging at them with a knife. Sword plunging through the ground, thousands of spikes pierced the two lifeless, but soon-to-live bodies, dragging them into the ground for an eternity of imprisonment, until the cold flames consume them all. Going further into the house, the Mason extracted another sword out of the stone ground as a small child approached them. Puzzled, the fool sage paused.

The little light beamed a smile at the murderer in front, both hands extending a cloth doll, vaguely resembling a wizard. They were blissfully unaware of the two dead in the room next door, or the blood on the Mason's hands, embracing the figure in front of them with earnest, blind love.

After a second, an hour, a century, the Mason fell to their knees, legs giving in under the burden of the Wheel. Screaming, they stabbed their sword into their head, black liquid flowing out and enveloping their body. As the child walked forward, it saw behind the crouched, ink-black mess, and the twin figure that slowly sunk into the earth before them. Eyes widening, they looked back at the inky figure that moments ago was but yet another friend, their fading hair now turned completely white, just as the fires that crept along the floor. Before they could react, however, the tiny being was snatched by the bitter, inky shadow, passing out from shock as the dark figure leapt from street to street, disappearing into the fiery night. As he should.

Five thousand, four hundred, and fifty-four

The shackled hands close upon the diary, returning the article back to the shelf it rightfully belongs to. A sharp, roiling sneer forms upon the dark, transparent face, savouring the tranquility of it all. 'Well, or so the stories say.'

[randbitb]

Sorry for no art. This will continue, take these bugs

[azurainer]

I got notified by some Csmp Nerds that I missed a 4th weapon Arathain's Soulcleave Glaive ™

also totally didn't forget to post this here lmao

[thecontentsmp]

Hey mason, how's the after life?

(Mason can't come to the phone right now, please leave a message after the tone) BEEEEP

[one-three-six-four]

hhhhhblock game. doodless. idk what it is about these guys that's got me drawing so much but it's fun lol

[cyburnya]

doodling

[izuinein]

currently suffering from the mason arathain disease please send help /hj

[astronyu]

boneflies are so baby

[shepards-folly]

arathain doodle cuz i have a problem and it’s that he’s so fun to draw </3

[evilfarmin]

ITS WHATS FOR DINNER. JAM PACKED WITH VITAMIN RAT.

(RAT in a cube original under the cut)

I do miss jojo

[heynowisavedyouright]

twitter: "what 300 years of rivalry does to a mf" (shows pic of rat killing the mason)

tumblr: "what 300 years of rivalry does to a mf" (shows pic of rat kissing the mason)

[arathain]

I don't expect you to be able to truly answer any of this without spoilers, but can I ask what, if any, relation mouthpiece's appearance has to the masons death? also, did the mason simply just Die during the bonesburrow battle? it seems like something far... stranger happened, but I have no idea what that could be, or if I'm just totally off on that and looking too far into things.

A contract fulfilled, a prize collected - naught is created nor destroyed, only shifting from one form to another; hand-and-mouth sent forth to prod and pull, in preparation of things to come.

[randbitb]

Okay one more