#Mid evil

[shugar0cone]

Sneak peak for my Wattpad book a Varian x reader one!

Not prof read nor ran through gramerly yet.

Everyone know the story of Shan tri and lord demanitis but there was a 3rd deciple, the creator of the sun drop and moonstone. Her name was mistress aya. She was a god, the one who guided travlers along there journeys with her stars, she created beautiful constellations that made legends. she belived all humanity should be shared her gift so she made the sun drop and moon opel. The mortals was great full for her gift of the moon and sun, but when humans fought for this power she saw the corruption it brought. She fled back to the stars not living among her mortal subjects. She became ween and could not handle both moon and sun no longer so she chose 2 of her loyal followers to watch the two worlds. Zhan Tiri was gifted the moon while her other follower demanitis was given the sun.

Zhan became ill with power asking for demanits to hand over the sundrop. Demananitis and aya created a plan to send zhan and her evil ideas to limbo, but this came a sacrifice.

<insert awsome flashback bc I have no idea how to write this.>

Alta looked at demanaitis smileing. Dem was scared for her he knew she was a god but there is somthing that scared him, somthing that felt wrong.

She stood in armor with a battle axe waiting for zhan. “Lord?” She looked at him, she always refers to him as his title and not his name. “Yes lady aya.” She held his face. “It’s okay I’ll make sure she’ll never escape from there.” He put his forehead to hers. “I know, but I’ll miss you.” He held her hand in his. “I’ll miss you too.”

Zhan Tiri was banished as the goddess fallowed her to make sure she never escaped but as the sundrop was reborn so was zhantiri and the goddess.

(Sneak peak at my “shoot for the stars” Varian x reader. That will be on Wattpad once I get my laptop charged and first 5 chapters will be out before or by march 10!)

[dyslexic-asexual]

I was born to a mashup of this song and Cant Get You Out of My Head by Kylie Minogue

I’m glad I wasn’t born in mid evil times bc I’d be all like aaaaaaa I want to listen to Blue Monday by New Order but all I have is this stupid lute

[knitty-painter]

Baby beanie

[robertdanielwirth]

Rothenburg Germany Mid Evil Fair so 1990's...🍻🍻🍻

[cpanther]

Mid-evil thief

There wasn’t much within, a pedestal, a sarcophagus, as well as three chests. There was no red lines to connect anything yet he bet that as soon as he picked up the orb the coffin would open and he’d be set upon by some foul ag siúl marbh. “And me without my bow.” Not that he had a bow, he’d tried to use one once but unfortunately he hadn’t gotten the hang of it nearly snapping a finger. After that mishap he decided to stick to knives. They were safer for him and less likely to result in the lost of a digit. Still without a bow or even a cross bow he’d have to deal with the walking dead while it was aware of him. “Options?” He asked the room as though it cared what he wanted.

While he thought he raided the chests. The first was large enough to hold a whole suit of armor. He got excited as he picked the lock on that one. When he opened the lid his hopes were dashed. Inside was twenty gold, a few arrows which had seen better days and a gem of some sort. The gem he pocketed. Let Jareld deal with what it was and if it was worth anything. The next chest was even sadder, it might have held a cash of old weapons with as large as it was however all that was within a handful of dried herbs, a book and more arrows. He flipped through the book and decided it might be worth something so he bagged it. After the last two he didn’t bother to get his hopes up that he’d hit paydirt. When he cracked the lid though he was shocked. While it was the smallest of the three it held the most. There was a nice stack of things, gold on top, below that were three different weapons, each one in fine shape. One was dwarven make. As the dwarves were no longer around this was a fine piece indeed. Under that was a very impressive orcish blade. “If I was into swords.” He breathed sticking it into his bag as well. The last was a magical bow. Using the glove he checked to see what sort of magic it had. Again there was no charge counter so this must have been made before that was implemented.

One spell this time, slow, not useful to him but to another it might be. He stashed it in the bag then went over the four different pieces of armor. There was a pair of boots, gloves and a chest plate at the bottom, No magic on any of them but they were each of a different race. The gloves were made by goblin hands. Another race which wasn’t around any more. The boots had been crafted by another lost race, the Hissvorbus. They were either snake or lizard people. He wasn’t clear on which, and the name didn’t help. The chest piece was made by the most interesting of the dead races.

The Illiad were an ancient elven race long since dead. Every elven race would trace their origins back to them. There had been many an expedition, mostly lead by the high elves, to find their cities, temples or other ruins. So far only three had been discovered and explored properly. He’d been part of one and pocketed a good many important finds. Jareld had been most pleased, though the expedition had been rather put out when they learned. Well if they weren’t quick enough to grab the good stuff that was on them.

When the last chest was empty he turned his focus to the orb. He needed a way to get it without having to face the walking dead. He looked at the chests, now empty and wondered. Grabbign the handle of one he nodded it was heavy alright. Dragging it over he lifted it, droppign it on the lid close to what he thougth of as the head. Grabbign the second one he added it to the feet area and then the finally one, the smallest of the three he dropped in the middle. “Let’s see if that holds you.” he nodded dusting his hands off.

Approaching the orb he studied it, made sure there was no trap and then reached out. He blinked as his hand slowed on it’s approach. Pulling it back he studied it. No, his hand was find. Stepping back he found a stone and threw it. As it reached the edge of the pedestal the stone slowed, barley touching it it bounced off falling slowly until it got passed the field and then it dropped like a, well, stone.

“I guess the information is good it is a time orb.” Well with that in mind he wasn’t about to drop it into his normal bag. Who knew what might happen if the two forces came in contact. Before he made another attempt he pulled out a cloth, one which was suppose to dampen any magical affects. How well it’d work he didn’t know as he’d yet to find occasion to use it. With it in hand he reached out again. There was a moment of tension as though he fought against a more powerful force then he was moving normally. Dropping the cloth over the orb he nodded. No more time problems.

[brodyfoxxsmassivetits]

british people as little animals again

+ extra slop!! Slop doodles! my todd...Todd hart emoji<3

all I have is scribbles of him but he's the best red 5ever...couldn't care less about tord...TODD???nay MY Todd??? Perf...

He is blatantly evil does not hide his scheme makes it clear from begining..also he like..Jon.only likes Jon because he's EVIL wants to take over the world and maybe use him to do it .that's normal..he's normal

[boodhs]

resident evil nine ?

[moongothic]

You know I'll be first to point out if/when Crocodile does a little Luffyism, so let's take a moment to appreciate it when Luffy does a little Crocodile-ism;

Like Luffy may be a silly lil goofball, but as he's said many times himself, he's always serious (in combat). And so Fujitora laughing at Luffy right in his face, when they're in battle and Luffy is completely dead serious... Yeah, the way he takes it like an insult gives Crocodile

[artibirdi]

Thought it'd be fun to doodle some mains while muddling over some WIPs (silly ramblings below)

If you've seen me playing roblox-no you haven't

But seriously if you have, please be patient with me. I am a pile of recovering cringe.

-

Made it to LVL 131 and used the Jesterspace skin and alternated between Beta-graft and Cocoa-graft.

Back when I played Phighting I mained Biograft and messed around with Subspace when they were taken. (The chaotic interactions people play into with those two are WONDERFUL)

-

More recently I've been in a slump and have been playing Forsaken in the meanwhile.

My beloved LVL 89 Taph and 47 John Doe. ( Map control/knowledge for the win :D )

I typically use Warhead Taph and Gasharpoon/Annihilation John Doe.

-

My friend's experiences trying to main Duesekkar explained with a 5 second doodle

[neverendingspirals]

anyone else think way too much ab baby victor….

[graementality]

I AM (all of me)

alt below bcus I couldn't decide which looked better:

[krisdreemurrs]

ppl who think season 2 of arcane was nuanced are really funny to me actually

[gooferdusted]

do u ever see destiel blogs that have so thoroughly lost any semblance of what those two characters even are and think they'd probably be happier watching red white and royal blue or smth

[bambiraptorx]

so remember that crossover with stem au and tmnt 2003 canon

[I.D. Two digital drawings featuring TMNT characters. The first shows ROTTMNT holding TMNT 2003 Baxter Stockman in a princess carry. Stockman is significantly older than he would be in canon, with wrinkles and his hair going white. Draxum hisses aggressively, while Stockman frowns at him and says "Draxum, this is not necessary." The second drawing shows 2003 Bishop squinting in confusion. An arrow points to him and says "literally hasn't done anything (yet)" end I.D.]

idk i think Draxum being overprotective would be funny. well maybe it's not actually overprotective, but the fact remains that Bishop would be much more likely to attack Draxum himself than Baxter so the protective energy is perhaps a wee bit misdirected. anyway giving Draxum catlike traits my beloved he deserves to hiss at people

[kennedysbaby]

death island leon girl in a world full of re4r meat riders