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Lucky Pirate...

For the Bloody Parchment fans~

Tagging: @boiling-potato @aesopsbaby @googlyeyes-blogs @screwzara @imma-sue-you-becky

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Just gonna drop this and go back into hibernation

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Number one; THANK YOU BP THIS IS SO SWEET!!!

Number two; how. the. FUCK is Sombre Étoilé able to stand up straight in the rooms in the mansion because his hat adds a couple inches, he's pushing 9 foot WITH the hat. (8'9" without)

Number three; Reminds me of Simba from the lion king

Number 4; DONT YOU DARE APOLOGISE ITS OKAY !!!!

"Umm... Please, put me.. down...?"

Keep in mind that Hayden is 5'5 and Sombre is 8 feet tall so yeah, Hayden's pretty high off the ground and he has never been carried like that before so he was pretty embarrassed and baffled lol .... BEEN WANTING TO DRAW THESE TWO INTERACT AND BEEN WANTING TO DRAW SOMBRE FOR A LONG TIME NOW SO FINALLY!!!!! AAAAAAAA—

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This was supposed to be a birthday gift for Dad but i posted it too late cause my phone broke and I drew this on my sister's phone while my phone's getting fixed but hey, at least I finished it now? 🥹🥹

Anyway, again, so sorry Dad and happy, happy very, very late birthday!! 😭😭🎉🎉❤️❤️🫶🫶‼️‼️✨✨

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Sombre Ètoilé (the blue tall clown) belongs to @feelin-lo !

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"Umm... Please, put me.. down...?"

Keep in mind that Hayden is 5'5 and Sombre is 8 feet tall so yeah, Hayden's pretty high off the ground and he has never been carried like that before so he was pretty embarrassed and baffled lol .... BEEN WANTING TO DRAW THESE TWO INTERACT AND BEEN WANTING TO DRAW SOMBRE FOR A LONG TIME NOW SO FINALLY!!!!! AAAAAAAA—

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This was supposed to be a birthday gift for Dad but i posted it too late cause my phone broke and I drew this on my sister's phone while my phone's getting fixed but hey, at least I finished it now? 🥹🥹

Anyway, again, so sorry Dad and happy, happy very, very late birthday!! 😭😭🎉🎉❤️❤️🫶🫶‼️‼️✨✨

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Sombre Ètoilé (the blue tall clown) belongs to @feelin-lo !

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OMFG IT WAS YOUR BRITHDAY?? IM SO SORRY SHHS ILL MAKE SURE TO DRAW SOMETHING SOON 😭😭❤️❤️

yeah, my birthday was on the 16th, haha

But don't worry, Coffee! You're all good, you don't have to apologise and you don't have to draw anything!!

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HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY DAD!!

I can't believe I'm late-- but I rlly hope you had a great birthday! 🎉🎉

awe! Thank you! It's alright, no worries.

And I had a relatively good day, haha

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THIS IS AMAZING 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

AND THE BLUSHING ON RALORIS AJD CELTIC???

I know what you are...

🎵On a starless night, in the wishful woods, a group of adventurers rest their weary souls

Amidst joyful laughter and pints of mead, they are ready to write history together 🎵

MY FIRST FULL ILLUSTRATION IN A WHILE WOOHOO

The characters, from left to right are: Allegra, Vince, RPG!Scry, Marcus, RPG!Ink, Sylvester, Raloris, Celtic, Zane, Axel and, of course, Zion in the background :D

Allegra belongs to @honeysleepy

Vince, Sylvester, Celtic, Zane, Zion and the RPG!AU belong to @aesopsbaby

Scry and her RPG! version belong to @screwzara

Ink and her RPG! version belong to @boiling-potato

Raloris belongs to @feelin-lo

Axel and his RPG! version belong to @mel-loly

And Marcus belongs to me :D

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11 days till my birthday

Crazy work... I'm so old, man... so many kids to feed, I've got a dog (Meztli) to put though college 😞

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Does Sombre Ètoilé kill ?

No, he doesn't!!!

He's like a walking antidepressant. Just one had on the shoulder? Bam. Sadness, gone. Didn't happen. Obviously he can't alter memories or eliminate trauma, but he can provide a temporary positive stasis?

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thank you for the tag!!

My native is English (southern dweller... that's me...)

But I'm LEARNING Italian. Definitely not because of an obsession. Oh, and I know some Welsh (thanks, nan...)

Tags: @boiling-potato @aesopsbaby @screwzara @chiro-asuta-vulpes and @alcohol1maid !

I'm curious, what languages do my mutuals know?

I speak both English and German, and I know some very basic phrases of Finnish, Spanish, and French.

Tag your mutuals!!

@serene-sky-kid @halcyon-xxy @plutonium-sky @ari-skycotl @arsolitaforever @beigetiger @ejsuperstar

If I forgot you, I'm sorry, and don't be afraid to join in regardless <3

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I

Am

Going

To

Eat

Them

ACR ACE ACEJDJDHDEJFJFJFHFHFHFBDBSJS YOU COOKED A 5 MICHELIN STAR MEAL AND THOUGHT I WOULDN'T NOTICE???

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I HUNGER FOR MORE BLOODY PARCHMENT BUT MY GODDAMN COMPUTER ISNT WORKING GRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHH

My Stupid Boyfriend animation sort of of the sillies

Bloody Parchment > everything else btw

IDK WHY I NEVER POSTED THIS HERE,, It's not finished, and I doubt I'll ever pick it up anytime soon- BUT THEM❗️❗️ WAAA I LOVE THEM SM

Lo Quill belongs to @feelin-lo ! :D

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"Everything Changes."

Celtic x Raloris.

Wrote this cause of the glorious design @aesopsbaby gifted us.

"Gan ddychwelyd i'r tywyllwch a'm hachubodd rhag marw yn ystod genedigaeth, ni allaf reoli fy emosiynau yn y cyflwr hwn. Anghenfil ydw i."

"Returning to the darkness that saved me from perishing during birth, I cannot control my emotions in this state. I am a monster."

Is it whimsy, is it fantasy? Or is it pure, unapologetically... Him?

Elves have never performed their magic with incantations or wands, but with a snap of their fingers. This suggests that elf magic is self taught, harnessed through sheer force of will and intent alone in order to achieve the desired effects they want. Or, when they don't want. Half-Elves are more gifted at magic than any other species, but they don't learn spells any faster. They also have a greater deal of internal magic in their bodies, that they simply generate by existing. Half-Elven bones are more conductive for magic.

He yelled at Celtic, why did he do that? As soon as Celtic closed his door and walked away, he felt himself freeze. Why did he do that? He felt his chest tighten, his hand shake.

He screamed.

Screamed.

Darkness. Everywhere. He was brought back mentally to that time, where he was brought before the Elvish council, his madness etched into his mind like a chisel to stone. He scratched, clawed at the mark on his chest, an Elvish seal. It's supposed to restrict his magic, but sorrow is stronger than any sword in the world.

He just... destroyed his relationship. Killed it. Set the corpse on fire and buried it in a pile of salt and kicked it into the sea...

He screamed.

Screamed.

Celtic came running back in, Raloris's fingernails dropping with blood, blood dripping from his mouth from aggressive scratching....

"Gan ddychwelyd i'r tywyllwch a'm hachubodd rhag marw yn ystod genedigaeth, ni allaf reoli fy emosiynau yn y cyflwr hwn. Anghenfil ydw i."

Celtic raised an eyebrow... Why was Raloris speaking Welsh of all things? Perhaps it was because Welsh was the language of magic, a complex set of words that few can understand. Celtic did understand one thing:

"Anghenfil ydw i"... "I am a Monster."

He repeated, sighing.

"No shit..." Raloris sniffled.

"Everything changes, you changed, I mean- LOOK!"

He reached up and practically pawed at the hair on Celtic's chin...

"It's so scratchy- but that's by the by! Everything changes, but I don't! I'm the same, MAD elf I always have been and always will be!"

Celtic felt his heart drop. How could he- no. Raloris is just having another moment. These moments... are kind of getting worse. And what Raloris needs? Is him. He took a deep breath, guiding Raloris to the bed.

"Lay down." He said that using his "Leader" Voice. As he knows that it can cut through the moment the Half-Elf was having. Raloris laid.

Celtic shook his head and grabbed some gauze from his pack and dabbed at the blood. "This? It hurts me more than any blade ever could, Ralo. Seeing you? All bloody... scratching at yourself? It kills me..." Celtic spoke, his voice low, scratchy... and yet, somehow, comforting. In the same way a bed of nails would be. "And the Peach Fuzz kills me." Raloris pouted looking away. "I'm not shaving it." Celtic smirked, his fingers combing through Raloris' hair... Cute little peppermint... Celtic thought.

"Promise me. Okay? Promise me... no more clawing. No more scratching." He said gently, like Raloris was a Lion in a cage. "Fine... For as long as I'm sane, I suppose..."

"Nope. Promise me, point blank."

"Okay! Fuck! I promise!"

"Good." Celtic smiled, pressing a kiss to Raloris' forehead. "Good..." he repeated, pressing small, soft kisses upon Raloris' head.

"I hate these arguments we have... No more. Okay? I don't care how emotionally unavailable you think you are, sunshine. We. Are going. To fucking communicate." Raloris bit. Celtic smirked.

"Of course, Peppermint."

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Taming the Beast.

Monster!Master x Monster!Chaoxiang.

Of course, Master is a Vampire, but figuring out a Monster for Chaoxiang was incredibly difficult.

Chaoxiang belongs to the lovely @boiling-potato

Trying to get back into writing, apologies if it's a little shabby, ehe-

"Who is the monster and who is the man? Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells of Notre Dame"

Bells of Notre Dame (1996)

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"You're a fool." The dragon spoke, his voice low as he secured the guard on his captive's mouth.

"A fool, am I? Tell me, Dragon Spawn, who is more of the fool; The Monster who fights to survive... Or the Beast who coddles the forgotten?" The Vampire sneered against the metal confines on his fanged mouth.

"You walked right into your... doppelganger's territory, you know he has a... Pet, to keep him safe and yet, you still went. Teeth first, I might add."

The manor was quiet, most of the beasts within were fast asleep. Not as nocturnal as the two alone. One, a creature of the night, fueled by the essence of the mortal and driven by nothing short of jealousy. The other, a Dragon. Dragon in a somewhat human form, a dragon who's appearance takes on a similar one to Bi'an, Seventh son of the Dragon. Bi'an is a dragon that symbolizes the power of wisdom and is often depicted with the ability to advise and guide others... And try as Chaoxiang might, this Vampire is not so easily advisable.

"Can you stay so mad at me, silly serpent...?"

The vampire teased, a tactic he has used more constantly than the broken cries of a worn record... in a voice that didn't belong to him. The vampire reached up, his fingers tracing Chaoxiang's horns before gripping them like a vice.

"Do not get it twisted, I'm not mad, just... disappointed, confused. I thought you were smarter than that. And here you are, bleeding from your abdomen, your healing factor not working because you didn't think to drink your fill on the way back."

The dragon shook his head, dragging the silk leash attached to the Vampire's muzzle. "Come. You're on a substitute tonight."

"no."

"No?"

"I don't want a Substitute, Chao Chao... I'm a hungry boy who needs to sink his teeth into somethi-"

The dragon raised a sharp nailed hand, silencing the Vampire.

"You should have thought about that before you decided to go growling at the wrong beast."

He continued to tug the vampire along, coming to a medicine cabinet. "You've been bad, Treasure. You need to understand that. You went against a command from me. You risked your immortality on an empty stomach."

He growled, smoke wafting from his nostrils as he slipped two pills into a glass and filling it with lukewarm water, stirring it with a teaspoon, the water turning a deep red. It was a Blood Substitute. For the more... docile blood drinkers.

He slipped a straw in for the fussy vampire and crouched down.

"Drink."

The creature pouted and locked his lips around the straw.

"Don't look at me like that, you did this to yourself."

After a few moments, the vampire was done and stuck his tongue out. "All gone~" he teased. The dragon rolled his eyes.

"You're insufferable. Your healing factor should kick in any time soon. Let this be a lesson, Dont go in fangs first, make a plan. Memorize routes. Don't cut corners and DONT, DO NOT, let emotions get in the way."

"awe, you do care..."

The dragon huffed, more smoke wafting from his nostrils, his tail flicking...

"Don't push your luck, Master. I put up with you because I made a promise."

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go on... Treat yourself... Write about you and Viktor... You know you want to...

Fuck you.

Of course I'm gonna write about my sickly baby.

Augmentations.

Lo (my Oc) X Viktor (From Arcane/ LoL.)

🎵Smarty - Lana Del Rey.

"Sir! I came as soon as I found out! Your prognosis..."

His eyes were sad, devoid of life... His name, was Lo. A Zaunite. He used to be a Prisoner in Stillwater Prison. Why he was there? Classified. But, when things with Zaun started to get hot, Jayce had made a call. They needed a bodyguard, first, a Hexgem is stolen on Progress day, who knows what could happen next? So, one note to the wardens and a random prisoner was chosen and it happened to be Lo.

Lo was a bodyguard for the whole council when they were in the building. Outside the main building, it was the work of the Enforcers. Now? The only ones in the building... besides the cleaners... was Lo and Viktor.

Lo approached Viktor's desk, seeing him hunched over, as usual.

"Life is often cruel, Lo." Viktor said, not even bothering to turn to the bodyguard. To Viktor, Lo was just another worker, no significance besides the place in which he was born. When Jayce mentioned Lo would be coming to work, Viktor was all for it, the rest of the council? Not so much. Viktor wasn't a member of the council, his word only mattered in the world of Hex-Tech, nothing more. The council precieved that Lo would be a problem. For the reason he was sent to Sillwater in the firstplace.

"I'm aware of that... Hey, I know I'm just a bodyguard but... do you need anything? Water, painkillers, a blanket or even a pillow for your back?" Lo's voice was soft, not really befitting a convict. But... Lo had been here for nearly 2 months now. Viktor had grown used to his presence. "I'm not sure that's in your job description." Viktor responded in a slightly joking tone. Lo smiled at that.

"maybe not... but, if it helps you, I'm happy doing so. Hey, Im a bodyguard, I guard the body, so, pathogens count." He beamed. Viktor chuckled softly, coughing into the back of his hand. Lo knelt by him and gently cleaned the phlegm from Viktor's hand. "gloves?" Viktor raised an eyebrow.

"ah, Councillor Medarda suggested it since... I have some rather intimidating things on me." He sighed.

"Like?" Viktor was intrigued. It helped take his mind off of work, even if for 5 minutes. "Oh, well... Cybernetic augmentations are quite popular in Zaun ... Especially when I was put away. I had an accident and was kitted with some." He chuckled. "Accident?" Viktor pressed. "It's a long story ... It's also the reason why I was put away."

Viktor raised an eyebrow, turning his spinny stool to meet him.

"Lo... You've done a commendable job so far, but I must admit, I wasn't given details on you, or your past. And the fact, and I mean no offence, the fact they employed a convict to protect me, makes me question someone's integrity."

He said simply.

"Look, I just... I was poor, okay? And one of the only jobs going was espionage. And that, is a crime. During that time, I had some ... Let's say handsy clients, some violent ones... and I needed augments. I'm not proud of it, but I needed the money. I was put away while I was still healing from my augments."

Lo sighed, taking off the gloves and showing off the shabby yet intricate designs that his augmented hands were.

"They're inflamed."

Viktor noticed.

"Allergies. I just use some special creams on them to help the inflammation."

Lo smiled softly, standing up and walking to the water cooler in the hallway, coming back with a cup. "Here, have a drink, you need it, okay?" He said softly.

Viktor sighed again, gently taking the cup.

"I suppose it's a good thing, that you used to dabble in espionage, means you're even better suited for this position. And... We hail from the same place, both... Damaged in a certain way."

"My augments don't unsettle you?"

"Of course not. In fact, may I tinker with them? Maybe it could be the next step in hextech. Hextech Prosthetics, Jayce and I want to give hextech to the people, and what better way than the medical industry?"

Lo smiled.

"Whatever you want, Sir. I'm here to help, I'm here to protect you. Your happiness counts."

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guys it's Mer!May... Who am I turning into a fishy guy?

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Wait, Huh??? Why does Sombre hate Rosemary?? q^q

So, common misconception about Sombre Étoilé, is that he can read minds. He can't. He just speaks into your head.

And because of that, and because of what he IS, he often judges at face value. Or what he can see. And when he looks at Rosemary, and he sees the chains and blind fold, he's afraid.

As well, he is a very big believer of "Eyes are the window to the soul." And when he can't see he eyes, he can't (metaphorically) see deeper.

And he's afraid of what he doesn't understand, or see. And he sees a lot. And he hates being afraid.

So, it's not Rosemary as a person he hates. Hope I've cleared that up!

Rosemary belongs to @boiling-potato !