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A small collection of our favorite art from #EmpireOfIce
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Art by Berlyn♏
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His body was tired; cooled with the breeze. He pictured himself standing confidently before a strong heir, crowning him into power and stepping down; certain he’d created an infinite dominion that would last for generations to come. His soldiers were the immovable fist of the world and his bloodline would last the test of time, beyond all the others.
He was the Emperor of Vulsria, Lord of Ice, and Ruler of the North.

His body was tired; cooled with the breeze. He pictured himself standing confidently before a strong heir, crowning him into power and stepping down; certain he’d created an infinite dominion that would last for generations to come. His soldiers were the immovable fist of the world and his bloodline would last the test of time, beyond all the others. He was the Emperor of Vulsria, Lord of Ice, and Ruler of the North.

Emperor Lermesian of Vulsria💙
"Ruler of The North" *alt text*❄️
Art by Berlyn♏
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Tea and Two Sugars
In the hidden corridors of Maidenhall, two hearts beat as one. Arvid and Ingrid, two devoted maids, share a secret love, a bond forged in the clandestine spaces of the palace. In the throes of their passionate encounters, their forbidden love remains hidden, a treasured secret to be cherished in the shadows. However, their blissful ignorance is shattered when Council Member Gregori stumbles upon their intimate moments. Unbeknownst to Arvid and Ingrid, their love has been exposed, and their actions observed by a watchful eye.

Tea and Two Sugars In the hidden corridors of Maidenhall, two hearts beat as one. Arvid and Ingrid, two devoted maids, share a secret love, a bond forged in the clandestine spaces of the palace. In the throes of their passionate encounters, their forbidden love remains hidden, a treasured secret to be cherished in the shadows. However, their blissful ignorance is shattered when Council Member Gregori stumbles upon their intimate moments. Unbeknownst to Arvid and Ingrid, their love has been exposed, and their actions observed by a watchful eye.

"Caught Red Handed" *alt text*
Art by Berlyn♏
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"Like Sitting Too Close To The Sun"
Art by Berlyn♏
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"Queen Banu"
Art By Berlyn♏
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"The Meeting"
Art by Berlyn♏
Edited by Mia♐
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"Bathed In Dawnlight"
Art by Berlyn♏
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"Imare Wears The Lunar Crown"
Art by Berlyn♏
Edited by Mia♐
Learn the lore of the Lunar Crown in our Timelapse of The Month at www.empireofice.com Adults Only🔞
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"If We Could Stay"
Art by Berlyn♏
Edited by Mia♐
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"A Wolf's Dream"💦
Art by Berlyn♏
Edited by Mia♐
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#art #kinksky #EmpireOfIce

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#art #EmpireOfIce
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#art #kinksky #EmpireOfIce Adults only🔞
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We are also building a community and forums where you can immerse yourself in 'The Known World', read the novels as we write them, share your own works, and make some friends.💙
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#Art #Tutorial #EmpireOfIce

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Timelapse of the Month: Karamina, Vulsrian Goddess of Spirits
Learn all about Karamina at www.empireofice.com 🔞
Artist: Berlyn Chaney
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Hey guys!
We're moving The Known World Forums from Xenforo cloud to our own host. Forums will be down until we figure out what we're doing. 🤷‍♀️😂

Also! Big news! The mobile version of www.empireofice.com 🔞💦
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QRP with your header art 💙❄️
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Lermesian kept running as fast as his legs could carry him. He weaved through the large trunks and slid beneath their giant raised roots. He didn’t care if his silk pants and shoes became ruined in the dirty leaves and moss. He could hear the men’s voices yelling behind him as he kept running, losing them in the forest. He was like the wind, his black braid like a serpent behind him, jumping over rocks and hurrying beneath the tall branches, dashing through the prickly bushes until the colorful forest began to camouflage him into nothing.
The wolves on either side of him ran as a unit, silent and following with one mind. Lermesian did not know where he was going but his heart took him this way. Soon the voices behind him were gone and all he could hear were the howls of the wolves around him as they continued to rush through the deep woods. He just needed to escape, to get away from the demands and the questions. He wanted to make his parents proud and take care of the country who raised him. But what could he do but go to school and sit on his throne, swinging around his sword in training. He felt weak, he felt overwhelmed...he felt alone.

Lermesian kept running as fast as his legs could carry him. He weaved through the large trunks and slid beneath their giant raised roots. He didn’t care if his silk pants and shoes became ruined in the dirty leaves and moss. He could hear the men’s voices yelling behind him as he kept running, losing them in the forest. He was like the wind, his black braid like a serpent behind him, jumping over rocks and hurrying beneath the tall branches, dashing through the prickly bushes until the colorful forest began to camouflage him into nothing. The wolves on either side of him ran as a unit, silent and following with one mind. Lermesian did not know where he was going but his heart took him this way. Soon the voices behind him were gone and all he could hear were the howls of the wolves around him as they continued to rush through the deep woods. He just needed to escape, to get away from the demands and the questions. He wanted to make his parents proud and take care of the country who raised him. But what could he do but go to school and sit on his throne, swinging around his sword in training. He felt weak, he felt overwhelmed...he felt alone.

Ceru: The Goddess of Forgiveness and Strength
Ceru, revered as the Goddess of Forgiveness and Strength, is a figure of both inspiration and tragedy. Once a mortal woman, her story began as the wife of a brutal warlord. Despite enduring years of abuse for birthing daughters instead of sons, Ceru’s spirit remained unbroken. She saw herself as a sacred vessel of life, proclaiming, “I am precious. I’m not a sin. I am a living temple, and no one can take that from me.”
Her strength lay not only in her endurance but in her boundless capacity for forgiveness. Even in the face of cruelty, Ceru forgave her warlord husband, hoping to teach him the value of a woman’s body and soul. However, her compassion was met with violence—her husband ultimately killed her, deeming her unworthy.
Ceru’s death marked the beginning of her divinity. Her children, enraged by their mother’s murder, avenged her by killing the warlord. In life and death, Ceru became a symbol of resilience, compassion, and the transformative power of forgiveness. Her story spread across Vulsria, inspiring countless women and men to honor her as a goddess. Some scholars debate whether Ceru was a real person or merely a legend, but for true Wintermen, she is a divine figure whose teachings endure.
Those born under Ceru’s star are said to inherit her loving and forgiving nature. They are empathetic, nurturing, and resilient, often drawn to roles as parents, healers, or spiritual leaders. However, their open hearts make them targets for abuse, as they forgive to a fault. Ceru’s followers value second chances and believe in the redemptive power of forgiveness.
Ceru is symbolized by rose quartz and blue lace agate, stones of love and healing. Her associated colors—soft pastels like pink, lavender, and gray—reflect her gentle yet unyielding spirit. Whether as a goddess or a mortal woman, Ceru’s legacy is one of strength, compassion, and the enduring belief in the beauty of forgiveness.

Ceru: The Goddess of Forgiveness and Strength Ceru, revered as the Goddess of Forgiveness and Strength, is a figure of both inspiration and tragedy. Once a mortal woman, her story began as the wife of a brutal warlord. Despite enduring years of abuse for birthing daughters instead of sons, Ceru’s spirit remained unbroken. She saw herself as a sacred vessel of life, proclaiming, “I am precious. I’m not a sin. I am a living temple, and no one can take that from me.” Her strength lay not only in her endurance but in her boundless capacity for forgiveness. Even in the face of cruelty, Ceru forgave her warlord husband, hoping to teach him the value of a woman’s body and soul. However, her compassion was met with violence—her husband ultimately killed her, deeming her unworthy. Ceru’s death marked the beginning of her divinity. Her children, enraged by their mother’s murder, avenged her by killing the warlord. In life and death, Ceru became a symbol of resilience, compassion, and the transformative power of forgiveness. Her story spread across Vulsria, inspiring countless women and men to honor her as a goddess. Some scholars debate whether Ceru was a real person or merely a legend, but for true Wintermen, she is a divine figure whose teachings endure. Those born under Ceru’s star are said to inherit her loving and forgiving nature. They are empathetic, nurturing, and resilient, often drawn to roles as parents, healers, or spiritual leaders. However, their open hearts make them targets for abuse, as they forgive to a fault. Ceru’s followers value second chances and believe in the redemptive power of forgiveness. Ceru is symbolized by rose quartz and blue lace agate, stones of love and healing. Her associated colors—soft pastels like pink, lavender, and gray—reflect her gentle yet unyielding spirit. Whether as a goddess or a mortal woman, Ceru’s legacy is one of strength, compassion, and the enduring belief in the beauty of forgiveness.

Queen Banu of Pa’Nak

Queen Banu Awit, the Amadi of Pa’Nak, is a ruler whose strength and wisdom define her reign. As the matriarch of the only nation in the Known World governed entirely by women, Banu embodies the fierce, unyielding spirit of her people. Her rule is one of discipline and justice, tempered by a deep connection to the land and its traditions.
Banu’s leadership is rooted in the values of resilience and survival, qualities demanded by the harsh savannahs and arid deserts of Pa’Nak. She is a queen who commands respect through her actions, her punishments swift and unforgiving for those who betray her or her nation. Yet, she is also deeply revered as a nurturer and protector, a woman who carries the weight of her people’s future with unwavering resolve.
Adorned in flowing robes of vibrant crimson and gold, her presence is regal and commanding. Her sharp, discerning gaze reflects a mind always calculating, always observing. Banu’s voice carries the authority of a ruler and the wisdom of a mother, inspiring loyalty and awe in equal measure. She is not just a queen; she is the embodiment of Pa’Nak’s power and spirit.
Under her reign, Pa’Nak thrives as a land of strength and unity. The capital city of Timo stands as a beacon of her leadership, while sacred places like Orisha’s Jungle and the Rariq Hills serve as testaments to the unique traditions of her matriarchal society. Banu’s legacy is written not just in the sands of her kingdom but in the hearts of her people, who see her as both a protector and a symbol of their enduring resilience.

Queen Banu of Pa’Nak Queen Banu Awit, the Amadi of Pa’Nak, is a ruler whose strength and wisdom define her reign. As the matriarch of the only nation in the Known World governed entirely by women, Banu embodies the fierce, unyielding spirit of her people. Her rule is one of discipline and justice, tempered by a deep connection to the land and its traditions. Banu’s leadership is rooted in the values of resilience and survival, qualities demanded by the harsh savannahs and arid deserts of Pa’Nak. She is a queen who commands respect through her actions, her punishments swift and unforgiving for those who betray her or her nation. Yet, she is also deeply revered as a nurturer and protector, a woman who carries the weight of her people’s future with unwavering resolve. Adorned in flowing robes of vibrant crimson and gold, her presence is regal and commanding. Her sharp, discerning gaze reflects a mind always calculating, always observing. Banu’s voice carries the authority of a ruler and the wisdom of a mother, inspiring loyalty and awe in equal measure. She is not just a queen; she is the embodiment of Pa’Nak’s power and spirit. Under her reign, Pa’Nak thrives as a land of strength and unity. The capital city of Timo stands as a beacon of her leadership, while sacred places like Orisha’s Jungle and the Rariq Hills serve as testaments to the unique traditions of her matriarchal society. Banu’s legacy is written not just in the sands of her kingdom but in the hearts of her people, who see her as both a protector and a symbol of their enduring resilience.

Lermesian and Imare: A Union of Turmoil and Transformation

The marriage of Emperor Lermesian and Empress Imare is a union fraught with imbalance yet laced with potential. On the surface, their relationship is a collision of two worlds—his, marked by unchecked power, volatility, and moral decay, and hers, shaped by simplicity, resilience, and an earnest desire to find her place. Together, they represent the stark contrast between ambition and innocence, chaos and quiet strength.
For Lermesian, Imare is more than just a political match; she is a rare source of warmth and stability in a life consumed by grief, violence, and the crushing weight of the crown. Though his darker impulses often overshadow their bond, Imare’s presence challenges him in ways no one else has. She offers him a glimpse of redemption, a chance to rise above the shadows that have long defined him. Whether he can overcome his own demons to meet her halfway remains uncertain.
For Imare, the marriage is both a trial and an opportunity. Thrust into the heart of imperial politics, she must navigate the tempestuous nature of her husband while finding her own voice in a world that seeks to silence her. Her gentle strength and empathy make her a grounding force for Lermesian, even as she struggles to reconcile the man he is with the man he could become. In this relationship, she begins to uncover her own resilience and the quiet power of influence, learning to survive and thrive in a world of manipulation and danger.
Their bond is not one of fairy tales but of stark realities—passion intertwined with imbalance, manipulation softened by genuine connection. It is a relationship that teeters on the edge of ruin and redemption, reflecting the complexities of love, power, and the human spirit. Whether they will rise together or fall apart remains a question of whether Lermesian can temper his darkness and whether Imare can grow into her own light.

Lermesian and Imare: A Union of Turmoil and Transformation The marriage of Emperor Lermesian and Empress Imare is a union fraught with imbalance yet laced with potential. On the surface, their relationship is a collision of two worlds—his, marked by unchecked power, volatility, and moral decay, and hers, shaped by simplicity, resilience, and an earnest desire to find her place. Together, they represent the stark contrast between ambition and innocence, chaos and quiet strength. For Lermesian, Imare is more than just a political match; she is a rare source of warmth and stability in a life consumed by grief, violence, and the crushing weight of the crown. Though his darker impulses often overshadow their bond, Imare’s presence challenges him in ways no one else has. She offers him a glimpse of redemption, a chance to rise above the shadows that have long defined him. Whether he can overcome his own demons to meet her halfway remains uncertain. For Imare, the marriage is both a trial and an opportunity. Thrust into the heart of imperial politics, she must navigate the tempestuous nature of her husband while finding her own voice in a world that seeks to silence her. Her gentle strength and empathy make her a grounding force for Lermesian, even as she struggles to reconcile the man he is with the man he could become. In this relationship, she begins to uncover her own resilience and the quiet power of influence, learning to survive and thrive in a world of manipulation and danger. Their bond is not one of fairy tales but of stark realities—passion intertwined with imbalance, manipulation softened by genuine connection. It is a relationship that teeters on the edge of ruin and redemption, reflecting the complexities of love, power, and the human spirit. Whether they will rise together or fall apart remains a question of whether Lermesian can temper his darkness and whether Imare can grow into her own light.

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She had always been a morning person, finding solace in the stillness of the early hours when the world was hers alone. This quiet time was her sanctuary, a brief moment to gather herself before the chaos of the day unfolded.

She had always been a morning person, finding solace in the stillness of the early hours when the world was hers alone. This quiet time was her sanctuary, a brief moment to gather herself before the chaos of the day unfolded.

Aloha Nyx! Merry meet! We're Mia and Berlyn, the creators of the Empire of Ice series at www.empireofice.com 🔞
We were invited to celebrate by @ahsum-spy-d.bsky.social so we hurried over with this cake for you! Have the happiest day! 🥰
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No werewolves, but the theme is pretty dark and chaotic, for sure! Scene from Episode 1 - Part 1 Cicca and her daughter, the former empress, Naida.
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Something had changed in the warlord that morning when he woke. Usually, his mind would flood with the details of that day’s dossier; but not this time. Throughout the night his sleep was disrupted by the fleeting visions of strawberry blonde women and the smell of hot amber. And when he sat up against the headboard in the dark, he could feel beads of sweat sticking to the thin cotton sheets against his warm, honey-chocolate skin,  leaving rivulets down his defined torso. He could feel a painful tightness growing in the center of his back. Radiating heat at the center of his groin pulled at his tense thighs and his head throbbed with every heartbeat. Growling, he reached beneath his covers and pushed his fingers beneath the waistline of his long underwear. His fingers fidgeted their way through thick, dark hair, feeling up his now solid and standing erection. The moment he applied pressure and squeezed himself, a breath caught in his chest and he began to massage. Pulling his  tightened, hot and blushing shaft, rolling his fingers over the tip, he began to drift back into his thoughts. The little handmaiden straddling his waist. Lowering her soft and nubile body until she sat flush against his hips, pressing him against the bed and penetrating herself, taking in his cock, until they were both at the crux of their orgasms. Hitting hard against the inside of her gulping womb with an even stroke. The little strawberry blonde maiden with that hot amber smell leaned over, her plump breasts dangling at his mouth as she spent her wettest, soaking them both.

Something had changed in the warlord that morning when he woke. Usually, his mind would flood with the details of that day’s dossier; but not this time. Throughout the night his sleep was disrupted by the fleeting visions of strawberry blonde women and the smell of hot amber. And when he sat up against the headboard in the dark, he could feel beads of sweat sticking to the thin cotton sheets against his warm, honey-chocolate skin, leaving rivulets down his defined torso. He could feel a painful tightness growing in the center of his back. Radiating heat at the center of his groin pulled at his tense thighs and his head throbbed with every heartbeat. Growling, he reached beneath his covers and pushed his fingers beneath the waistline of his long underwear. His fingers fidgeted their way through thick, dark hair, feeling up his now solid and standing erection. The moment he applied pressure and squeezed himself, a breath caught in his chest and he began to massage. Pulling his tightened, hot and blushing shaft, rolling his fingers over the tip, he began to drift back into his thoughts. The little handmaiden straddling his waist. Lowering her soft and nubile body until she sat flush against his hips, pressing him against the bed and penetrating herself, taking in his cock, until they were both at the crux of their orgasms. Hitting hard against the inside of her gulping womb with an even stroke. The little strawberry blonde maiden with that hot amber smell leaned over, her plump breasts dangling at his mouth as she spent her wettest, soaking them both.

Messes were made.
#WetDreams 💦

Messes were made. #WetDreams 💦

Congratulations on 4k! 🎉 What a huge accomplishment, well deserved! We were invited by @ahsum-spy-d.bsky.social and we're glad we came!
Thank you for hosting this #Artshare!
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We don't have many monster girls that we have drawn yet in The Known World, but here's a picture of Tavia all dressed to go to The Fall Festival in Aereth City! 🍂🍁🍎 🥰
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Bathed in dawnlight, she moved with quiet grace, her fingertips grazing the cool stone as she approached the water. The morning air clung to her skin, a tender contrast to the steam rising ahead. In this moment, she was neither seen nor known, a mystery wrapped in the soft glow of a new day. 🌸✨

Bathed in dawnlight, she moved with quiet grace, her fingertips grazing the cool stone as she approached the water. The morning air clung to her skin, a tender contrast to the steam rising ahead. In this moment, she was neither seen nor known, a mystery wrapped in the soft glow of a new day. 🌸✨

It wouldn't be a birthday party without cake! 🍰
Happy born day and congratulations! Thanks @mirin-sauce.bsky.social for inviting us! 🥰
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Family Secrets:

Saorise's heart pounded as she witnessed her uncle's violent outburst towards Marise, one of the other maids. Fear and indecision gripped her, but she knew she couldn't stand by and watch any longer. Summoning her courage, she approached them, her steps faltering as Marise tried to flee but found herself restrained.

Cley's eyes narrow as Saorise intervened, his grip tightening on Marise's leash. He leveled a chilling threat at his niece, warning her to stay silent if she valued her own safety. Saorise's mind raced with the implications, torn between her loyalty to family and her duty to do what's right. With one final exchange of tense words, Marise implored Saorise to leave, sensing the danger that loomed ahead. Reluctantly, Saorise retreated, the weight of guilt heavy on her shoulders as she left behind the ominous scene unfolding in the shadows.

Family Secrets: Saorise's heart pounded as she witnessed her uncle's violent outburst towards Marise, one of the other maids. Fear and indecision gripped her, but she knew she couldn't stand by and watch any longer. Summoning her courage, she approached them, her steps faltering as Marise tried to flee but found herself restrained. Cley's eyes narrow as Saorise intervened, his grip tightening on Marise's leash. He leveled a chilling threat at his niece, warning her to stay silent if she valued her own safety. Saorise's mind raced with the implications, torn between her loyalty to family and her duty to do what's right. With one final exchange of tense words, Marise implored Saorise to leave, sensing the danger that loomed ahead. Reluctantly, Saorise retreated, the weight of guilt heavy on her shoulders as she left behind the ominous scene unfolding in the shadows.

Saorise's Investment - Pt. 1

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Saorise's Investment - Pt. 2

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Saorise's Investment - Pt. 3

Saorise's Investment - Pt. 3

It is our absolute pleasure to join in on the pleasure! 😏
Thank you for letting us crash your pad! Blame @eyart0430.bsky.social for leaving the door unlocked. 😁
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Happy Born Day, KJETLL! Hope you have the best day ever! 🎉
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Princess Ianthe of Vulsria. 
A glimpse into the future.

#Ianthe #OnlyPrincess

Princess Ianthe of Vulsria. A glimpse into the future. #Ianthe #OnlyPrincess

Wooo Hooo!!!! Congratulations on 400!
Thanks for inviting us! I tried to find something pretty to share 🥰
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