#anvindr

[thecrescentmoonwolf]

okay so mobile only lets me do ten pictures (tragic) but computer i can do 30 (incredible)

[akindofmagictoo]

1, 6, 14, 16 for Hurricane??

hello!

(1) share an excerpt you're proud of, and elaborate on why.

One of Aella’s boots slipped on the wet wood. Lightning flashed, lighting up the sky and turning her to a dark silhouette, frozen in midair. She cried out, barely audible over the roll of the thunder. The bright white afterimage remained stamped on Theo’s vision, even as he tried to blink it away. He rubbed his eyes. When his sight finally cleared, Aella was hanging by one hand. Blood began to stain her shirt, turning the soaked white fabric a pinkish colour. Tempest shouldered past him, heading straight for the mast and almost knocking him down. The ship swung sharply to one side; was someone at the wheel? Theo grabbed blindly for the nearest rail, suddenly somehow afraid that if he took his gaze off Aella, she would fall. And then she did fall, her fingers scrabbling at empty air, her scream lost to the howl of the wind. Theo flinched and instinctively closed his eyes. All he heard was the wind and rain. He wouldn’t have heard Aella hit the deck if she did. But no one shouted. No running feet close to him. He dared to open one eye.

this one is fun! i enjoy the suspense of it, and i'm really pleased with the imagery of the lightning (silhouette and afterimage). plus, it's kinda fun to leave Theo stuck on the deck, unable to help. poor landlubber.

(6) describe the premise/plot of Hurricane from the perspective of each main cast member.

this is a little difficult to do without spoiling the main gang's relationship/s to the villain, but i'll give it a go. for Tempest, it's "my ship has been stolen by that bastard and i'm going to get it back". for Aella, it's "i messed up and got our ship stolen, and i want the ship back but i'm scared of what we might have to do to get it". Theo is here to help, and also trying to find a mystical plant that he thinks Anvindr may have in his possession. (this last bit isn't a WELL-integrated subplot, but it's there)

(14) what are the focal points of Hurricane? what does it revolve around emotionally?

everything i write ends up being about family eventually. Hurricane is about family (especially about children and parents), about role models and being yourself, and responsibility and fear and bravery.

(16) what sparked Hurricane? what was the original premise or jumping-off point, and do you have any records of the first notes from its creation?

well, i watched Pirates of the Caribbean. i also read someone else's pirate book on Wattpad, and noticed a (small) trend of "land-dwelling woman falls in with male pirate crew, shenanigans ensue". and so i decided to gender-flip it, because why not?

i don't have any early notes, but that's the main stuff that would be in there!

thanks for the ask!

ask game is here

[tarithenurse]

I see fire - 44

Fandom: D&D 5E/homebrew campaign. Word count: 3186. Contents: More fighting, confrontations, serious talks again. A/N: Any questions are welcome and also it's not necessary to be familiar with TTRPG to enjoy this story. Please comment and like and reblog. Let me know if you want a tag.

Divider by talented @firefly-graphics

XLIV

“Reds!” Morella grinds out, pulling her friends down an alley where she stops them. “Red Dragonborn,” she explains, tapping her nose.

There is no reason to question her because the other two know all too well how good her sense of smell is.

“Where?” Anvindr asks.

They can still see the inn from the mouth of the alley and there’s quite a way to the harbour. All throughout the city they can hear the confused shouting and panicked screams as more Alloy Order must have fallen over dead without warning.

He doomed them all, Zilvra bitterly thinks of the captain. But she can’t blame him: if he is to help the Alloy Order as a whole then he might have done right sacrificing himself and his men. Presuming they are the “only” ones dying. Too big for us.

“Let’s stick to the smaller alleys,” Anvindr plans, “keep low and move slowly rather than making a lot of noise.”

Going to the other end of the alley, they zigzag as best as they can out of sight but as they exit a narrow street, the trio need to cross a broader road and that’s where they see the Red Dragonborn rushing towards the city centre. They wait for the coast to be clear and then rush over but Anvindr’s armour is squeaky.

“Stop!” an enemy shouts.

“Keep moving,” Anvindr growls to his friend, pulling something on his armour that releases a cloud of fog around him.

Abandoning stealth, they hurry down the sloping alley.

“Something’s in the ground!” Morella calls out.

Zilvra can feel it too, a deep rumble that seems to be growing.

“Get to a fucking boat!” is the druid’s suggestion, her voice nearly drowning out the hooting of an owl – Wilburt. “I don’t care if backup’s coming,” the druid hisses at the bird.

“Wait what?” Zilvra reels at that comment.

They’ve reached the harbour and Anvindr is already clambering into a rowboat.

But the drow is torn. “If someone is coming...we can help!”

Just as she says that, four red dragonborn come out of the alley the trio had come through.

“Wanna fight them?!” Morella growls

Four against three, the odds are not in the trio’s favour and so Zilvra relents.

“Get in,” she murmurs, starting to untie the rope used to moor the boat. Then she jumps in too, only hesitating long enough to conjure a bubble of darkness around the enemy.

The rumble has grown louder but now it becomes deafening, peaking in the sound of an avalanche as the ground splits open and several figures jumps out. There’s something flying too but it’s gone before Zilvra gets a proper look at it. What she does recognize, however, is that these are Masons and with them is a man in a feather-fringed robe – a man that once removed magical bonds from her neck and wrists.

“Now can I?” she asks of Morella who relents and the trio disembarks once more.

Hubert Callar, the mage with the feathers, looks tired as though he has expended a great deal of his magic. His focus is on the bubble of darkness and he seems a bit surprised at the presence of it until he spots Zilvra.

“Surround and be ready,” he orders the men and they comply.

The trio too. On a sign from the mage, Zilvra drops the magical darkness, revealing the four rather disoriented dragonborn who slowly are sinking into the ground to their knees.

It’s a slaughter. The four enemies do not stand a chance against the newcomers who count seven Masons, Hubert Callar, and of course the trio.

The mage turns to the friends. “Campbell’s in trouble. Do you know where he is?”

“Probably the city hall,” Anvindr reasons. “We’ll show you.”

As they hurry, Hubert introduces himself officially and also explains that Claude, #2, and Harris have come too, each with a host of men because Campbell had managed to send a message to Harris that something was happening.

It’s not an unchallenged trip to the centre of the city but together they manage to deal with the stragglers of Red Dragonflight who aren’t already engaged with the supporting forces. Hubert is very powerful even if he tries to save his magic for when it’s really needed. Also: few dragonborn can stand against Morella who has transformed into a black bear and bodily throws herself at anything blocking the path.

Friendship or strategy? Zilvra wonders to herself. Admittedly, it hardly matters what the Mason’s reason is for aiding Silver Keep, as long as the city gets to stand free. The drow hasn’t been there long but she quite likes the city spanning the river from the mountains.

At the city hall, there’s frightfully little activity and the mage swears when they see the door has been broken for someone to gain entrance. Up from the roof, a soft hoot can be heard and Zilvra looks to see an owl made of stone but moving.

“Let’s hope we’re in time,” Anvindr mutters, heading in as the first while his appearance seems to blur.

There’s no one in the hall or the adjoining rooms and the trio and Hubert follow a hunch, heading upstairs to the office.

That’s where they find Campbell, held tightly in the grasp of #5, and two of his men who draw their blades as the trio steps into the room before their new friend.

Having dealt with #5 before, the trio are cautious. Even Morella keeps her distance, ready to pounce as the other two take aim with their weapons.

“Let him go unscathed,” Hubert calmly demands.

The burning gaze of #5 flicks from the trio to the mage. “Will you let us go in return?”

Morella sniffs, momentarily distracted by something. No one else takes their eyes off each other.

“If you don’t let him go, you will regret it,” the mage explains and something in his voice leaves little room to argue. “Go, run off. Out the window,” he nods towards the grand glass surface that’s standing open.

Finally #5 glances aside to his comrades, to Campbell, and then the trio. There is no sign that he recognizes them...but he knows the mage very well it seems.

“Hubert Callar...I would be so lucky to one day face you again.” Then he barks someone in a harsh language.

The two red dragonborn push Campbell towards the trio. Taking the hint, Morella rushes to him and bamfs him back behind the little group of friends. One of the dragonborn startles at the sudden movement but then leads his comrade to the window and jumps out of it.

“See you,” #5 growls, following his men and narrowly avoiding a stone owl that drops from the roof, causing him to swerve as he flies and swear.

Rushing to the window too, Zilvra extends her own magic – Tasha’s Hideous Laughter – but it finds no purchase and he escapes on red, leathery wings. With a curse, she turns back.

“There, that should help you,” Anvindr’s hands exude a soft golden light as he holds them over two of the wounds Campbell has sustained.

There’s a soft poof as Morella turns into her usual colourful shape, extending her own hands to the rogue who has suffered some injuries too both during the fighting with the red dragonborn but also earlier when facing Zayn.

“I’m happy to see you, Hubert,” the mayor sighs. “I take it the others are here too? Thank you for the help.”

Loud footsteps precede the next people, giving the trio time to prepare for an assault but Hubert waves them down even before the people enter the office: Harris, Claude, and Friederick Stein aka #2.

Several different conversations break out, Claude talking with Campbell, Harris addressing the trio...but Zilvra’s attention is drawn towards Friederick due to their last talk. He and Hubert pull a bit aside and talk quietly in a foreign language that sounds like soft tones of an organ or an owl’s hooting. The drow tries to look at Harris and her friends, tries to focus on that conversation instead, but she can feel the gaze of Friederick on her and the eagerness of both the men.

“This is the first openly aggressive move by Stouvania,” Campbell is worrying, causing Anvindr to nod.

Claude is concerned too: “We need the help of others more than ever now.”

As if summoned Gilada appears, a slender sword at the ready but looking like she would forfeit any fight rather than stand her ground – as opposed to Morella, the drow does not have the ability to magically cure neither drunkenness nor hangovers.

“Whaddyamiss?” she groans, ignoring Zilvra who has crossed her arms in dismay. “Innkeeper kicked me out of bed and people are dead outside.”

“Gilada, this is Claude. Claude, Gilada. She’s an envoy for my grandmother...” the rogue explains, “she and Morella had some fun before everything went sideways.”

Harris’ brows wriggle at that but uncharacteristically he says nothing and rather dips his head close to Zilvra. “Are you guys going to stick around now?” he murmurs.

“I don’t know...” she admits.

It’s looking dire for Silver Keep and the Masons and she can understand why they would want as many of their friends around as possible.

“We should talk,” #2 prompts his friends.

He, Claude, Campbell, and Hubert show the rest out of the office before closing the door.

Gilada seems happy with the prospect of getting to go back to sleep even if she does want a full explanation. Steeling herself, she follows the trio and Harris to the inn, passing dead Alloy Order, some unlucky Masons, and more than two dozen corpses of the Red Dragonflight.

People are venturing out of their homes, trying to ascertain what has happened and the remaining Masons are helping the guards of the city deal with everything as best as they can. The Masons, like Harris, are surprised at the appearance of the Alloy Order soldiers and mumble to each other but they remain respectful of them as they begin to heave the deceased away.

At the inn, Kathy and her boss are shocked like everyone else but they quickly recompose themselves, offering them the room of the now dead captain – he and his two men are still lying on the floor.

“Let’s have a look,” Harris mumbles, hunching down to investigate the captain.

Joining him, the trio can discern very little: the corpses are unnaturally stiff almost like they were hewn from rock.

“This reminds me of a creature in the Fey Wild...it could petrify its victims simply by staring at them,” Morella offers.

However it hardly explains this and when Zilvra repeats her theory of a curse as result of an oath broken, Harris is inclined to agree with her.

“First things first,” Anvindr says, “because I think it might all be connected somehow...I just haven’t figured out how yet...” he pauses for a moment. “We – or the captain – were called to the gates to deal with a problem which turned out to be a being of flesh and fire. Horns, everything.” The genasi glances at Morella and must have made some quick decision. “The being and its companions, fire elementals, threatened the city and the captain attacked. Long story short...we won.”

The druid nods. “We went with the captain back here and he explained some things to us before suddenly dying...then his men started dying too.”

“I’m fairly sure that what he told us, the fact that he told us anything, is what doomed them,” Zilvra finishes.

Harris rubs his face. Then he sticks his hand in one of the pockets and produces a Sending Stone which he uses to call for Claude.

“Let’s get them a bit out of the way,” the man huffs, getting the trio to help drag the three Alloy Order to the side, covering them with their own capes.

Gilada on the other hand gives up and heads for a bed which somehow makes Zilvra feel a bit at ease...like she doesn’t have to keep up appearances. That’s only until Claude arrives, bringing Hubert, Friederick, and Abe (the giant of a man) with him.

“Are we knee deep in crow-shit?” Harris asks Claude, seemingly nonsensically but Zilvra recognizes it as Thieves’ Cant, meaning if they are hidden.

“Let’s see,” the man mumbles, eyes flashing briefly before he, like a cat, stares fixedly on nothing in midair by where the captain had died.

Hubert has already guessed something must be there and he mutters an incantation, revealing an eye with ears, red scales at the back. The eye shifts, looking from one to the other before growing a grinning mouth.

“What is that?” Morella asks her friends quietly.

Glancing at the others, it seems as though they have no idea either.

Claude conjures a black flame, holding it before him as if ready to strike. “What are you?” he demands.

But the eye simply grins its creepy smile before spinning around itself rapidly and disappearing with a pop that echoes in the quiet room.

“Come,” Hubert decides.

Leading everyone outside, he takes his time to summon a veritable cavern in the middle of the street. Looking past the entrance, Zilvra realizes that the grand opening can only be seen from one side, showing nothing at all on the other as if it wasn’t even there. Whatever magic it is, it’s impressive – her mother would probably be able to identify it easily, but the youngling must accept simply being amazed and more so when Hubert ushers them all inside and the cave continues.

Hewn and polished rocks, decorated with carvings of plants and owl. The floor is stone too in this first room but the door they reach is wooden. Beyond that is a different room, reminiscent of a kitchen with a long table fit for seating a dozen people. But the group continues into a library and through that into a parlour with feather motifs and (as if that hadn’t been enough) a thick carpet of feathers and downs. Several plush chairs are arranged around low tables that nearly are swallowed in the fluffy carpeting.

“Couldn’t you just make a normal room?” Friederick groans.

But Hubert seems pleased with himself, sitting down and stretching his legs on a table. “We can speak freely here,” he explains.

“Tell them,” Harris prods the trio.

And they do, helping each other and admitting to some more details (though still not Morella’s connection to it all), they tell about Zayn the Right Hand of Phaana and the fight. Then they relay all that the captain had told them about the egg and the pickle the Alloy Order are in...the truth resulting in their doom.

“It sounds coordinated,” Claude grumbles as his eyes flick to his friend and allies. “Weaken the city by sending in a primordial – because that is what Zayn must have been – then swoop in afterwards to take Silver Keep.”

“If that’s the case then we have to assume Welles isn’t safe either,” Hubert points out. “We ought to get back as soon as possible.”

“Today?” Claude asks but the mage shakes his head.

“I can’t...I’m drained.”

The last few minutes, Zilvra has been quiet as she listens to the conversation though mainly to keep herself in check because Friederick is staring at her intently, not even trying to hide it. And she’s looking at him too, trying (more discreetly) to discern if he carries other of her father’s belongings than the cape...but both the old, worn armour and the weapons seem mundane.

“It is a good thing we’ve been introduced to Tazree,” Claude is saying.

“We should seek out the orcs too.” Zilvra’s gaze flickers to Hubert as he says that. “I used to be in good standing with them but they may not listen now considering they know I work with #2 here,” the mage laments.

“We’ll make them listen,” Friederick just shrugs, still looking at the drow. “First things first...tomorrow the three of us are heading to the farm.”

Somehow, no one has to ask to understand that he means Hubert, Zilvra, and himself.

The youngling frowns. “Oh, are we?” her voice drips acid.

“You need to.”

Morella is squirming in her seat. “Zilvra...perhaps you should?”

“I’d be a lot more comfortable if the two of you were with me,” the rogue explains.

The two colourful ones share a glance as if they have spoken about this already. “We think...it might be better if we stayed behind and helped create a prosthetic for Claude. This is...this is your thing.”

They are right, of course, but it feels a bit like being abandoned so Zilvra relents: “Fine.”

The silence fills the room, somehow enhanced by the soft cover on the ground.

Then Morella clears the throat. “Mind if I show you something that doesn’t make sense to me?”

“Of course,” Claude smiles stiffly.

Reaching for the sword she’d picked during the battle with Zayn, Morella hesitates. Anvindr notices and grabs the weapon instead, looking at it with keen eyes.

“Perhaps...somewhere less flammable?” he suggests.

With Hubert leading, the head back to the kitchen, Zilvra trailing behind slightly dejected. There they show off the sword, proving that it only ignites when Morella holds it. Intrigued, the mage levitates the weapon into the air, turning it slowly as he mutters a complicated spell.

“This was made by fire giants,” he concludes eventually, letting the sword come to a gentle rest on the table before he turn to study Morella who thankfully is used to people staring. “You...you must be part primordial or it would not ignite when you wield it.” He shakes his head. “I don’t understand it completely...my friend Lumos would know.”

The druid nods bravely. “Alright, I’ll ask him when I see him. Maybe he’ll know something about the horned person that sent me from the Fey Wild to begin with...but we got other things to worry about first.”

Sauntering back to the feathery room, the men in charge begin to plan what must be done: tonight not much will happen except stay alert and get some needed rest but the next day it’ll be possible for Hubert to transport the Masons and their friends to the city in Welles.

Zilvra isn’t saying much, too preoccupied with her own involvement for the next day and Morella must have picked up on it because she takes the drow’s hand and squeezes it gently.

“Don’t worry too much,” the druid smiles warmly, “whatever you’ll find at the northern farm...it’ll be answers at least.”

“Northern?” Claude asks, eyes keen as they flick from Morella to his old comrade. “The Stein farm.” There’s a quiet standoff between the leader of the Masons and #2 before Claude grinds out: “You hid them from me.”

Friederick has the audacity to roll his eyes a bit as if it was the only obvious solution. “You’d have used them.”

Claude’s jaw ticks. #2 moves his hand ever so slightly. Everyone is holding their breath until suddenly it becomes too much for Zilvra and she stands, walking out of the room.

[halitis]

my dnd characters voice claims: because i'm a nerd

this was originally posted on twitter back in 2022 and i really needed it today and it pissed me awf i had to go look at that hellsite so i'm reposting it to here!

this is mainly for me, so y'know. look if you want ideas ig? or don't. live ur life <3

tenrim “ten” (they/them) - smokey quartz from steven universe https://youtu.be/bqF_xQLcqNs?si=FVrGeWzMPy_-krvG

anila adad anvindr (he/him) - wirt from over the garden wall https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSlXO4sIukE

marnie pots (she/they) - i have no idea who this lady is buT THIS ONE SPECIFICALLY (yes i do the scottish accent while i play her, not very well but i try) https://youtu.be/cHi5U9jODTY?si=2NmNwUBYJX4LcfDB

obedient “obi” (she/her) - moira from overwatch https://youtu.be/BUjkYXy2RhQ?si=nbyW7Ykt-l9lRsNL

avelina (she/her) - t.b.d because she didn't exist in 2022

"moth" (he/they) - t.b.d because he didn't exist in 2022

[dishonored-pendletwin]

Whelp, I tried to reblog this commission I got a year ago for my party’s 1st Year Anniversary, fumbled my phone, and hit delete as I caught it so uhhhhhh I’m reposting! 😅

Happy Two Year Anniversary to my DnD party Silver Lining!

Art by: @winsbuckart

From Left to Right:

Lennox: Dwarven Artificer

Jael: Half-Wood Elf Paladin/Artificer

Anvindr: Air Genasi Monk/Rogue

Ariana: Drow Barbarian (me)

[my-zuniverse]

My new oc Vin for a group on Insta! His references and a little chibi for Valentine’s 💘

[king-psycholyze]

Drew my friend’s sorcerer babe ♥

[archivesque]

meet the characters   ⇢   lilith anvindr

whatever you didn’t do , do it now . whatever you didn’t say , say it now .    ©

[ghost-town-story]

“We need to talk.”

James yelped, whirling around and practically falling out of his desk chair. “Will, I--What are you doing?” he demanded as he found his footing. 

“We need to talk,” Will repeated, his grey eyes serious as he watched James. “And don’t give me shit, I know my limits.” 

“I--You’re stressing me out Will.” James dragged his hands through his hair with a shaky breath. 

“You’re one to say that,” Will shot back. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Aiden.” 

James froze. “What?” 

“I don’t trust him.” 

James let out a humorless laugh. “You don’t trust anybody.” 

“He knows too much.” 

“How?” 

“I don’t know.” Will hissed through his teeth. “I don’t know, but he confronted us the other day. He knows something’s up with me and Anvindr.” 

“You haven’t exactly been subtle about it around him,” James said softly. 

“I thought he’d assume it was some weird familiar shit, not that he’d jump to the conclusion that I’m a threat.” 

“I--What?” James closed his eyes, tugging at his hair again. “When did this happen?” 

“The other day when you were at that meeting.” Despite his casual posture, reclining on James’s bed, Will was tense, obviously on edge. “He confronted us about hiding something then threatened us.” 

“Why--” James stopped short, his eyes snapping open. “Wait a sec, you said he thought you were a threat.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Is that why--Does he think you’re gonna hurt me?” 

“How should I know what goes through his head?”

“Did he say anything like that?” 

Will shrugged. “I guess, but James--” 

“No, you listen to me for once in our goddamned lives,” James cut him off. “I don’t care, okay? I don’t care if you don’t like Aiden for some petty reason. You’d do the same in his position and you know it. You’re doing the same as him. So just lay off, okay? I don’t need you trying to take away the one fucking thing in my life that hasn’t been shit since we fucked up.” 

“I’m trying to protect us James--” Will shot to his feet. 

“And I just said I don’t need you to!” 

“Obviously you do because you haven’t even noticed he’s not even human!” 

James took a step back, startled. “What?” 

“He’s not human,” Will hissed. “When he threatened me and Anvindr, his eyes changed. I don’t know what he is, but it sure isn’t human.” 

“I--You could have just been seeing things,” James argued, though he didn’t sound quite sure of himself. 

“Raidyn was there.” 

James glanced at his familiar, but the wolf avoided his gaze with a whine. The message was clear. Raidyn hadn’t been paying attention, and couldn’t confirm nor deny Will’s accusations. 

James sighed, closing his eyes again. “I don’t care,” he said softly. 

“What?” 

“I said, I don’t care,” James repeated, more forcefully now. “Look, if he cares enough to threaten you for me, then why should he hurt me?” 

“Because he wants you for something. How can you trust him James?” 

“You know what? Because maybe, just maybe, he’s the one fucking thing that doesn’t remind me of all the fucking mistakes we made!” 

“James--”

“No. I can’t. I’m done.” James stalked towards the door. “I don’t care Will, he’s not gonna hurt me, so I don’t care. I won’t let you take away the one thing that makes me happy.” 

“James, for fuck’s sake, will you listen--” 

“I’m done listening to you Will. Coming, Rai?” 

Raidyn hopped to his feet, glancing at his brother. But Anvindr stayed curled up on the floor, looking warily between James and Will. 

Once Raidyn was by his side, James whirled around and stalked out of his room. Will sighed, sinking to his knees. Anvindr moved then, nuzzling Will’s face gently. 

Will ran his hand through his familiar’s soft fur. “You’ll protect him when I can’t, right?” he murmured.

Anvindr let out a soft, rumbling purr. 

“Yeah.” Will laughed softly. “Yeah, I should know better than to doubt you. Thank you Anvindr.” He pressed a kiss to the wolf’s snout. “For everything.” 

For a moment, their eyes met, dark grey to dark blue. Then Will abruptly faded from view, leaving Anvindr alone. 

Avindr closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, they were dark grey. And with a soft whine, he set out to find his brother. 

[motherlycleric-archive]

LILITH ANVINDR       i  hope  you  see  things  that  startle  you  .  i  hope  you  feel  things  you  never  felt  before  .  i   hope  you  meet  people  with  a  different  point  of  view  .  i  hope  you  live  a  life  you`re  proud  of  ,  and  if  you  find  that  you`re  not  ,  i  hope  you  find  the  strength  to  start  all  over  again  .

[sasorikigai]

Send “Who are YOU?” to meet a Muse from one of Muns other blogs! || @pxlariis​ || accepting 

Love for the morbid overwhelms like a surging river; running over the banks, covered in ashes - the soot of those better left forgotten, so inconvenient and all encompassing are the dregs of his love for the humanity. The way it guides him as he traipases, as the necessary and essential light of the world digs deeper into his body, loudly cracking bone as the pulsing tendrils hardened. With the radiating illuminatory light of the birth and life still by his side, as the ethereal companion, Neill excavates the truth from his thoughts in the pitter-pattering drops of rain as his gaze turns into the saturated sun, encompassing the world beneath him. 

While rain seems cold, wet and sad feelings it seems, he’s familiar with such well-known universality of it considered as God’s tears weeping down onto his creations, to punish the humanity for their shortcomings. He had long supposed, and came to the realization that there exists people like rain; those that perpetuate with pain. Life was not meant to despise the storm, but they fail to consider the true art of life, which was, is and always will be about appreciating the sunshine and learning to love the rain. 

Yet, the abysmal void of his piercing gaze speaks death as the essential language, for Death is every time he feels ignored and alone, Death is the person he loves being far away and unreachable, Death is desiring more than he is ever able to have, Death is losing himself into the lacuna of a pointless existence of his dreams. Oh how he longs to touch all of it to feel the humanity’s warmth. But even in this world, such unappreciated sunshine remains still just out of reach. Forever dancing its way away from his arms, left grasping from the tattered remains of nonexistent mortality and often repeated lyrics of the requiem sung over and over again.

from an inactive blog @cataclysmicove​, personification of death OC named Neill Dagen Anvindr (with Mads Mikkelsen fc) - loosely based off of Death Stranding 

[akindofmagictoo]

making nasty puns out of your villains’ names is the BEST

i have been known to call Anvindr “windy” because it’s easier to say and fart jokes are very mature

(this was going to be in the book but it isn’t)

yours is better though I can’t—

I HAVE LITERALLY JUST DISCOVERED THAT ONE OF THE NAMES I GAVE A CHARACTER I SEVERELY DISLIKE

TOTALLY UNINTENTIONALLY, COMPLETELY BY ACCIDENT

CAN BE SAID AS “Rick Dicks”

[akindofmagictoo]

Marker, crayon, copics, and The Scream for oc art asks? - @void-botanist

hello! thanks for the ask!

marker: what's one thing your character would never tattoo on their body, even if they were paid a million dollars for it?

on the flip side of Isi and Theo, Aella would probably tattoo just about anything on herself for money. she'd probably draw the line at, like, something that symbolises hate or bigotry ... or someone she really doesn't like.

crayon: what was your OC like when they were four years old? were they loud? shy? were they the resident weird kid or did they get along with others their age?

Aella was a very loud and adventurous four-year-old. she was, after all, raised on a pirate ship. she was basically very similar to now, though with slightly less self-control.

copics: what is this character's most expensive hobby? do they ever feel guilty about the money they spend on it?

I don't know which of them have expensive hobbies, but the Hurricane crew are pirates, so no guilt.

the scream: are there any moments in this work that you think could scare a reader? are there any moments where the characters themselves are profoundly scared?

yes. Aella spends the entire book terrified of running into the villain (one Anvindr Grimmur), and Tempest is also afraid of him but refuses to let it run her life. Theo is scared of pretty much everything one might run into on a pirate ship.

for me, at least, the scariest parts are Anvindr's controlling behaviour. he's not scary because he's physically dangerous; he's scary because he's a controlling, abusive jerk. and because he has a captain's authority to back him up.

artistic asks are here!

[tarithenurse]

I see fire - 23

Fandom: D&D 5E/homebrew campaign. Word count: 3042. Contents: Truths and revelations, new friends. A/N: Any questions are welcome. Please comment and like and reblog. Let me know if you want a tag. Divider by @firefly-graphics

XXIII

Staring at the spot where Morella fell, the two friends wait with horror and guilt rippling through their bodies.

“What have I done...?” Zilvra whimpers, suddenly doubting her actions.

A disembodied voice soothes her nerves: “It is as it must be. You have done the right thing. Now...be patient.”

Anvindr nods. “Spirit of Combat and all that...it’s probably part of a test. Don’t worry, Zilvra.”

A moment goes by, then he looks to the laceration on his arm. “It’s stopped bleeding. Look...it’s healed.”

“Maybe it’s Morella?” Zilvra still feels guilty.

Feeling his friend’s mood, the genasi looks around at the drab surroundings and calls to the haze: “Spirit? If we didn’t fight Morella...what would have happened?”

There’s a soft chuckle. “She would have faced herself.”

“How does...nevermind...” Anvindr begins.

“You have many questions and I cannot answer them all,” the spirit admits, “but be warned: of all the female eladrin, Morella was the most chaotic one and she is the reason that Phaana entered the realm. She does not know this...it is up to you if she should be told though one day she might find out on her own. Now...wait...”

It feels like a long time before the smokey world darkens and Anvindr and Zilvra can blink at the firelight. They are back in the tent and Morella and the four female worgens are smiling at them, the former seemingly very happy.

“You’re alright?” Zilvra asks, sitting up and reaching for Morella.

“Yeah yeah,” she smiles.

Anvindr also sits up but much more rapidly. “Bullshit!” Reaching out, he grasps a crossbow bolt that’s embedded in Morella’s side. “This is going to hurt.”

“Do it,” the druid bravely nods.

Yanking the bolt out, Anvindr immediately slams as much healing magic into her body as he can instead.

With shaking hands, Zilvra grabs the bolt from where Anvindr had tossed it. “I’m sorry, Morella. I didn’t know...I hurt you for real!”

The druid smiles gently. “It’s okay...you had to or it wouldn’t have worked.”

“So it did work?” Anvindr asks.

“I think so...I feel the spirit with me still.”

That seems to please the female worgens a lot and they adorn Morella with a couple of necklaces and give the trio something to eat before showing them to a place where they can rest safely for the night and Morella for one is very keen on getting some rest as she is exhausted after the events.

Watching her fall asleep, Anvindr and Zilvra quietly discuss whether to tell their friend the truth and they quickly agree that they will. They trust her. Then they too settle down.

---

In the morning, the trio stumble out of the tent to stretch and get ready for the road one more time...only to find that a lot of bones and beads and pretty rocks have been placed by the entrance as decorations or markings.

“Guess they really like you, Morella,” Anvindr grins.

“I think it’s because of the spirit,” she admits. “So...what now?”

The tinkerer know where he wants to go: Silver Keep. The trio quickly come to a consensus to head there directly as it’s only less than a week away from where they are now, but if they were to travel via the Masons’ base, then it’d take at least ten days more and so they bid the worgens goodbye and head out.

---

On the way, nothing much happens but Anvindr and Zilvra have a talk with Morella about the events at the worgen.

“It was like...an actual chain was torn apart and all sorts of things came rushing back!” she explains nonsensically.

“So you remember things now?” the genasi sounds relieved.

She nods. “Some things but mostly its one big jumble...I think it’ll take a while to sort through it.”

“Nothing that stands out?” he presses.

Shaking her head, Morella slows her pace. “No...what’s going on?”

“The spirit told us something while we were waiting to come back,” Zilvra begins. “It explained that you were very chaotic which isn’t really a surprise.” Morella shrugs at that as if she has to agree but Zilvra continues. “He also said you were the one to let Phaana into the Fey Wild.”

This stops the druid dead in her tracks. “What?!”

“Didn’t say why or how...we figure you must have had good reasons to do it...or maybe it was an accident,” Anvindr takes over. “Either way...he didn’t seem to dislike you and we trust you regardless. You’re good. You wouldn’t want to hurt anyone on purpose.”

“Of course I wouldn’t!” Morella seems truly shocked. “But even if...no! Why...? How?!”

“We don’t know...but maybe you’ll remember one day.”

After that, Morella is somewhat quieter the rest of the day.

---

Day after day, they march north through the rainy weather which doesn’t manage to keep Morella’s spirits down. Despite the serious revelation, she’s soon back to her joyous usual self.

When the trio finally does reach the gate of Silver Keep, they find that the city is built on a series of islands in a raging river. The southern gate that the friends are facing, is guarded but the men on duty are kind and helpful, recommending and inn and pointing Anvindr towards where he can find the smith Lawrence.

“Yeah, He’s at the Silver Keep Forge,” one of the men explains.

“That won’t help them, Jacob,” the other guard teases then turns to the trio. “If you find the centre island where the Ivy Inn is, then you want to head up north from there. Two bridges and you’ll find it. Can’t miss it.”

With that, the trio are allowed entrance to Silver Keep.

Bridges span from one part of the city to the other and great waterwheels are poking into the strong currents that run from the northern mountains. All through the city, there are sounds of water but also bellows and the clanking of hammers from the many smiths.

After having crossed several islands and bridges, the friends do find the Silver Keep Forge.

The forge itself is huge and has several bellows and forges powered by the water. It’s massive and really hot and there are still several blacksmiths at work – including a dwarf who is in need of a stepladder to use the human sized implements, and a man who is working on a silvered sword.

“That’s maybe him,” Anvindr whispers almost in awe, “apparently Lawrence is good with silver and weapons even though he also does jewellery.”

Catching the attention of the man, the genasi nears him.

“Mister Lawrence?” he asks with eagerness in his voice.

“Yeah, that’s me,” the man says, wiping sweat off his forehead and thus spreading the soot further.

The blue male lights up in a smile. “Brilliant. Do you have a moment?” He’s given the go-ahead with a nod. “My friends and I have done some travelling in Stouvania and...things are not great there...people are leaving if they can.”

“Hm, that’s a familiar story,” Lawrence admits, putting his hammer down properly. “I come from Stouvania too originally but left as my work was ill paid. At some point I need to retire and I need some savings for that and that wasn’t possible there.”

“Well...it’s gotten worse since you left.” Anvindr glances at his friends before continuing. “The place seems to be corrupt, several people missing and important organizations taken over from the inside. The watch towers, you know, they are out of commission but nothing’s done about it.”

“Oh that’s bad,” the smith’s brows furrow so much they look like one big brow. “The gates and towers are vital for the protection of the people. There’s one south of Silver Keep, by the jungle – it helps protect against the trolls and wild animals and whatnot but further south than that there’s a town that’s sort of the opposite of Stouvania: pirates, thugs, every sort of riffraff.”

Anvindr nods, grasping why it would be bad for the towers and gates to fall as they are. “So you see...things are bad. There might be people fleeing soon who will be in need of shelter and perhaps Silver Keep is an option?”

Lawrence smiles sadly. “That’s not up to me, young man, but...I can help you get a meeting with the mayor.” He rubs his nose, creating striped in the soot that’s already there. “Stouvania and Silver Keep aren’t exactly friendly but at least there’s peace.” Then he cocks his head. “Why’d you come to me?”

Morella (who been edging closer together with Zilvra) grins. “Harris’ suggestion.”

“That old pervert?!” Lawrence laughs. “Heh! Last he was here, he attended a party and had a threesome with some elves from Kel’Alora! Don’t give him a finger.” The his mirth subsides. “Been a while, though, and we have our own troubles: the eastern silver mine is running dry and there’s been spotted orcs by the other two.”

“You have to watch out for people coming from within the mines,” Zilvra warns, “duergar and other creatures digging their way up.”

“Good to know.” Then he studies Anvindr a bit more closely. “Say...I think they were your kind. A while back a group of similar people passed through on their way south towards the pirate town and something called the Storm Crystals.”

If Anvindr is interested, he doesn’t show much for it. Just nods and ask when exactly before changing the subject. Pulling out the plans he has, he show Lawrence the schematics for a shield.

Lawrence calls the dwarf over, explaining that he’s particularly good with steel and while the girls get bored and distracted, the smiths and Anvindr talk shop.

---

The Ivy Inn carries that name for a good reason: it is overgrown in ivy.

As soon as the trio steps in, their noses are met with the mixed scents of fresh and stale alcohol, food, smoke and anything else that could be expected at a place where people congregate after a hard day’s work. And it’s packed. But for a moment most of the talk dies as the locals take in the three strange looking travellers, but they must be used to a bit of everything because they soon go back to their food and drinks.

A few serving girls are running around with big trays of food or armfuls of mugs or pitchers – this is not a job where you can be lazy. Still, one of them detaches from the crowd of burly men to help the trio find a free table and take their orders.

“So, food and ale for three and a room to share,” she smiles, “gotcha.”

“Actually...just water for me,” Zilvra pipes up.

The waitress looks a bit surprised at the request but nods. “No worries. Ages are hard to gauge, you know.”

Bustling off, it only takes a moment before she’s back with everything including an explanation of where the room is that fits the key she hands over.

The food is good and solid. Zilvra is starting to become used to the amount of vegetables that are served Topside – she’s more used to mushroom and roots than leafy green.

Then, as soon as the trio have finished eating, they head out to take a stroll because during the dinner the waitress, Kathy, has recommended a few sights like the biggest waterwheel and the longest of the bridges.

“Just be back before the clock strikes one or the door will be locked...” she had chirped, “though I guess if you do find yourself out that late you’ve probably found Dirty Dillan.”

“Dirty Dillan?” Anvindr echoed.

“Oh aye, also known as Double D,” she winked at him. “It’s a bar that’s open ‘til sunrise and can cater to your every need if you catch my drift.”

Morella giggled as Anvindr turned a soft purple in the face which didn’t make much sense to the young drow – good service is always nice.

Anyways, so the trio strolls through the city, eventually reaching the grand waterwheel they had been told about and it is massive and Anvindr particularly is stoked.

“Look!” he exclaims, pointing to the large cap at the centre of the wheel, “the logo! It’s the same engineers as the ones that made the sawmill at Lockett.”

“You have a keen eye for engineering?” a stranger asks.

Turning to look who’s speaking, Zilvra and her friends sees a middle-aged gentleman with a slick hairdo and a thick chain around his neck. His neat clothes and the chain makes the drow think that this is someone of import and the theory is validated when he introduces himself:

“I am Campbell, mayor of this lovely city,” he smiles, “and you must be the three Lawrence told me about. I’d like to have a chat with you, privately?”

He makes it sound like a question but really it isn’t and of course the trio follow him to what turns out to be the city hall. He unlocks the door, presumably the official visiting hours are long over, to let the trio inside. He also locks the door again which makes Zilvra feel a bit at unease but she doesn’t say anything, sensing no hostile intent from the man – besides, they’d be three against one because there is no one else around.

Following him upstairs, they are led into a neat and surprisingly spartan office with a simple desk and chairs on one side with book cases behind it. The rest of the room is decorated minimalist but there is a low table with a bottle and some glasses from where the mayor offers the group a drink which they all accept.

“I can imagine you’ve been around a bit?” Campbell guesses.

Morella shrugs and Anvindr nods. Zilvra sniffes the strong contents of the glass – the amber liquid looks nice and smooth but the scent is enough to clear her sinuses.

“We’ve mostly been in Stouvania,” Anvindr explains for the trio. “That’s where we met each other and were placed in a group together.”

The mayor nods. “Yeah, my next question was going to be how you met up...you’re a colourful bunch. No pun intended,” he adds with a glance at the blue genasi and the green eladrin.

Zilvra tries a sip of the drink. It’s like liquid smoke and has a different taste to it than she expected but it’s not much stronger than some of the liquors she’s used to from home.

Mirroring her, the others drink too before Anvindr starts probing:

“So...Lawrence mentioned us? Did he mention our request?”

“The potential fugitives?” Campbell studies the liquid in the glass before setting it down. “Yeah, he did.”

The trio relax a bit because they find no hostility in the man’s voice.

“We know it’d be a tricky situation. And we don’t know how many they’ll be,” Morella adds. “But I’m sure they’ll each contribute as best as they can, ensuring that it’d work out.”

“I’ve no doubt,” the human agrees.

“But?” Zilvra asks carefully.

He sighs. “The problem is...Silver Keep is relatively small due to the way it’s build. We simply don’t have a lot of room.” He turns the glass, making the light refract in the amber liquid. “We’re working on a new neighbourhood, a raft district, literally...but it’ll be a while before that’s done.”

“Oh.”

He waves a hand as if to calm them down. “But I’d like to be of help. If people can accept odd and tight quarters, then they can come here for safety.”

Perking up at that answer, the trio explain how to send word to “the guy arranging it all”. They silently decide not to name #2 but do include Campbell in the cheese scheme and the mayor decides to send a rider out the very next day to get word out that Silver Keep has opened its gates to those who need it.

“There’s more you should know,” Zilvra offers, discreetly setting her still full glass down. “The Towers, the scrying towers or whatever they were called -”

“Clairvoyance Towers,” Morella recalls.

“- they’re down. Compromised,” the drow concludes with a nod of gratitude to her friend.

This proclamation brings a beat of silence before Campbell rubs his brow. “That explains the orcs we’ve sighted near the northern mine. But how?”

“Kirkland’s gone,” Anvindr explains.

It makes the man pale and he has to focus not to shake on his hands as he takes a sip of the strong drink. “That’s grave news...I would like to think he’s simply lying low somewhere until anything else has been confirmed.”

The trio exchange glances but say nothing.

“Regardless...if the three of you are here and feel up for it, I could use your help: the northern reaches just a day off are reporting sightings of orcs.” Campbell is suddenly all business. “Go there. If you find any, kill them and bring their thumbs back as proof so you can be paid. Any items they might carry could be of use to us too.”

They all nod, each wanting to help but...

“We ought to tell Harris what we’re up to,” Anvindr considers.

“Harris? I can get word to him,” Campbell smiles.

Morella looks amused. “You know him?”

The man nods. “Yeah, he’s a good guy. Strong principles and charming...maybe too charming sometimes.” He taps his chin as he reminisces. “But good guy.”

Then he levels his gaze once more and begins to explain about the area the trio are going to venture into. It’s full of sharp and jagged rocks that poke out like long spikes in places, making it easy to cut oneself so he recommends a special armour and boots to help with the terrain. It will make stealth harder but surviving easier.

“I’m not expecting you to walk away empty handed,” he promises. “I’ll pay you handsomely and I might just have a few healing potions to throw into the pot too.” Then he stands. “Now, if you’ll forgive me: it’s late and I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow too.”

The trio mumble their acceptances as they get up, allowing him to lead them outside.

From there it’s easy enough to find the way back to the inn where they can get a night’s rest before setting out on a new quest.

[genderfluidkai]

HIIIIIIIIIIIIII i am here to infodump abt an au now <333333333333 this au has been going for like. literally over a year at this point in collaboration with @impulsivefanwriter . bc there’s so much in this it is gonna be under a read more tho lol. like it is super long bc i ramble a lot, there is a bunch to explain, and also line spacing on tumblr makes lists look super long sometimes

basic premise is that it’s percy jackson but with the ninja (with the show and movie characters as separate ppl to help fill out more of the roles) and some of the one off movie characters (eg the cheerleading squad)

Ok to start off with- the cast of characters! Having both the movie and show characters means we had to do some nicknaming so the general run down is that the show ninja (as well as Pixal) while the movie versions of the ninja, plus some fanon head-canoned stuff for movie versions of other characters, have different names.

The following renames of the ninja are: Lloyd -> Greyson. Kai -> Red. Nya -> Cyan. Jay -> Blue. Cole -> Onyx. Zane -> Quartz. there was no real naming scheme here don’t ask abt it but also at the same time do I have a need to infodump even more. also our fanon movie Pixal in the au is called Pel

The Morros and the Skylors break the naming scheme of just the movie characters being renamed. Show Morro is renamed to “Anvindr” while movie Morro is just Morro (our fanon movie Morro being like...much nicer than show Morro. he’s just the tired slightly bitchy cousin instead). Show Skylor is renamed to “Skylark” while movie Skylor (who barely appears in stuff for the au and is also kinda evil) is still just named Skylor.

Included movie side characters that are important anyway is the guy cheerleader except we made him into two different guys. There’s Chad and there’s Chen (not to be confused with Master Chen, who is only referred to either with the full title or as MC for the sake of avoiding confusion). this is just bc the credits on the ninjago movie mess up his name and we thought that was funny (and also this au has like. only been talked abt in the SPBNR discord server so we just stole some of the lore while also not. eg while SPBNR Chen is mean this Chen is nice). We also added the fuchsia ninja/the master of surprise for the movie, even though they only appeared for one second. Again they heavily r based on SPBNR discord stuff, and their name is Odoroki

And finally. Onto which Ninjago characters take which roles from the various series in the riordanverse!

The show ninja+Pixal+Chen are the main focus group of the PJO arc, surprisingly without Lloyd being the Percy parallel despite also being a prophesied saviour. This role instead goes to Nya because well,,water kids. Pixal is the Annabeth parallel. Chen is kinda the Grover of the au but it’s kinda just because he drags Cole and Jay to CHB one time so now he’s basically Grover but not a satyr and with an entirely different personality. Chen is also the Silena except he doesn’t die from drakon acid <3

Both the show and movie ninja are the focus group of HOO, again with Pixal and Chen, but also Morro this time! to complete the rest of the Seven (a surprisingly difficult task despite having 15 characters in this group), Kai is the Leo, Blue is the Jason (but with like, 10 tonnes of anxiety on top. we’re very mean to him <3), Red is the Piper (but without the literally forced romantic feelings for someone else). And then Cyan is sorta the Frank and Quartz is sorta the Hazel- they take on some tasks that Frank and Hazel do, but don’t fit into the roles perfectly, and also there’s no relationship there (in fact most of the romantic relationships in riordanverse canon r just ignored bc we decided to make the most chaotic family tree and also the most chaotic polycule ever in existence)

To round out the supporting cast of HOO- Dareth is Coach Hedge, Greyson is Nico, and Koko (for those that haven’t watched the movie- she’s movie Misako) is Reyna. Skylark is kind of the Hylla but like,,just in the sense that she’s queen of the Amazons

TOA features Lloyd as Meg, and movie Wu is the Apollo/Lester (we don’t bother with any special names here we just call him Apollo when we bring him up). Show Wu is Luguselwa bc I thought it’d be fucked up but in an interesting way bc of something else I won’t get into rn <3. 

MC isn’t very planned out but so far Jay is the Magnus but also does some other stuff (other stuff being us making him be the fake bride in the giant wedding) and Odoroki is essentially the Alex. Also this is when Anvindr appears! he doesn’t take a specific role but he is evil. he’s just fucking with the squad and having a rivalry with Morro tbh

KC is even less planned out- Pel is Zia and that’s it

Also since the godly parents don’t exactly match the roles exactly, a better rundown of the parentage stuff going on:

Lloyd - Dionysus

Kai - Hephaestus

Nya - Poseidon

Cole - Neptune (specifically the ground deity aspect, even though from my research it’s more specifically attributed to Poseidon but whatever)

Jay - Thor

Zane - actually still a nindroid, he’s built by Daedalus but has a blessing from Boreas

Pixal - also still a nindroid but she doesn’t know it until like, mid HOO, but also is a child of Athena.

Chen - Aphrodite 

Morro - Notus

Greyson - Pluto

Red - Venus

Cyan - Victory/Victoria

Onyx - (Roman) Apollo

Blue - Jupiter

Quartz - is actually a Norse frost giant but is hiding it

Pel - no godly heritage, is an Egyptian magician

Koko - Bellona

Skylark - probably also Bellona since she takes Hylla’s place, we never like,,,,actually decided.

Anvindr - Njord

ok that’s all 4 now <3 if u’ve read all of this thank you for reading my probably very unorganized rambling lol

[dishonored-pendletwin]

My friend’s (who doesn’t have tumblr) air genasi rogue/monk he’ll be playing alongside me with my Drow barbarian!

Our entire party is gonna just be 5 hot bitches 😎

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