#Agoria

[alcrego]

Glad and grateful for having the opportunity to showcase this work inside the Dome of @ZeroSpaceNYC 

 Thanks a lot for the trust @prooofofpeople & @RefractionDAO 

 I won't be in NY but if I was, I would be watching this work lying on the floor.

[disease]

ECHELON [DAVE CLARKE] AGORIA ft. ROME FORTUNE [SINGLE, AUG 2023]

[x-heesy]

𝚆𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚢 😭

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝

𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗‘

𝙽𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗‘ 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚒𝚗‘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗‘

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍

𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘

𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 - 𝙰𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚡 𝚋𝚢 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚝é, 𝙹.𝚄.𝙳.𝙶.𝙴 @bixlasagna

[maquina-semiotica]

Agoria, "Think Different"

[twst-drabbles]

OCs 1

Summary: Danger only continues to climb, leaving behind more and more scars and injuries that you have just gotten almost numb to. But, of course, your friends have to react to it, because they care too much.

(Yaaaaay I got all the main requests out! Now I just have the Fish's Eye to get through. Eventually. I will be opening up the inbox for all requests at some point. Keep an eye out for that! Also hehehe, my OCs! I swear, I do care about them!)

Just when you think things are fading, that the scars and old injuries on your body were receding, something always comes around to mess you up all over again.

It really feels like you’re getting used to risking your life for the sake of saving people. In your mind, they’re your dumbass friends, but you really can’t call them that when you’re over here being a bigger idiot than any of them.

You don’t have magic, and magic refuses to heal you in the way it does others. But you go on anyway, letting your legs take you forward to grab another reached out hand, another knocked out body, and shield another person caught unawares.

You stopped keeping track how many bones you’ve fractured, how many scars you’ve gained, how nerves you’ve damaged.

You’ve almost learned to live with it, but, as always, you can’t really keep to that state of mind.

Not with all these students reminding you every so often.

“I don’t understand how you can forgive them,” Valenio hovered by the doorway, clearly intending on following right behind you as some sort of moral support. “After all that, I feel uneasy even being in the same room as any of those housewardens.”

As if those same housewardens also don’t feel uneasy whenever you’re in the same room. You’re not some taboo subject that shouldn’t be seen or touched.

Valenio means well, you know that, but it irritates you all the same.

“Don’t think about it too deeply, buddy,” you sighed out as you walked past him, “It’s a mess, but I can handle it. Just, focus on your own things, ‘kay?”

Antas was… more direct about it.

“Simply put, those pixies of yours wouldn’t stop filling my ears with their bell-like voices,” Antas waved about, as if they were still ringing in his ears, “Injuries and scars such as this are rare, you know. They think your body is giving up on you, that you’re on your last legs.”

Ah, that explains the stacks upon stacks of berries, tiny potion jars and other get-well commodities you’ve seen being left on your window as of late. But, even with that truth of those pixies concern, it’s easy to see that this was just an excuse to stretch out his own brand of concerned.

“Yeah yeah, don’t pay it too much mind,” you’re trying to keep it out of yours in the first place, even through all the occasional pain and itching, “If I’m actually dying, you’ll know about it.”

Tul’Veith is gentle to you, infuriatingly so, whenever you two meet up. He was already straining himself worrying over his body and studies, and here he was, constantly struggling to bring you more potions just to help you out.

“It took me a little bit, but I managed to get my hands on some amazing ingredients. Uh, here, this one should help with pain.”

And, you have to push it back to him. You know he’s not telling you the whole truth. He pulled from his own treasures that he used on himself, to help his own ailing body.

If you let Tul’Veith start with this worrying, he’ll never stop. And you’ll get distracted, and probably even think that you need this and drain him of everything he has.

“It’s fine. I’ll figure it out myself how to deal with it.”

Just, he really needs to stop.

And Vio, he seethes. Well, he’s always seething against something, like the whole world has somehow wronged him in every way it can think of. But, when you’re around, it seems as though it gets deeper, more sour.

He bites into his lips until they start to bleed, and he tugs at his hair until it’s out of its ponytail and is just a curly mess.

“Sorry, I didn’t sleep well at all.”

But, he doesn’t point anything out. He trudges on and at least pretends to have a normal day, coming up with every excuse to explain his mood rather than blow up in your face about your recklessness, and blow up at everyone else that gave you these scars.

You leave him alone, because as much as you appreciate him not saying anything, you don’t want any part of his mood.

Cheridal’s been persistent. He comes over to your dorm more and more, often taking up task that are generally tedious to do, like cleaning your forks and spoons to a mirror shine.

“Really? Nothing to talk about or say? No anger or resentment to speak of?” Cheridal asked as he wiped away every drop of water from your utensils before putting it in its proper drawer.

“Stop fishing, Cheridal,” you flicked water at him, almost cringing when your rubber gloves slipped down your arm, but you tugged it back with your teeth, “I don’t hate anyone. I don’t need anyone to take revenge for me.”

“Just, saying, the offer is still open.”

So he says, like he wasn’t eager to correct a perceived injustice. Your feelings are more than enough to get him to act, doesn’t really care if everyone else did something wrong or not.

You won’t let something like the state of your body be the reason you hate anyone. This was just the result of your actions. A reminder that not even magic would be able to save you if you do anything too stupid.

Whatever happens, you’ll be sure to face it as best you can.

[jamesusilljournal]

@agoria

[ladytabletop]

I wrote a Slugblaster supplement with a friend!

Inspired by downtown St. Louis and the gulf between its reputation and reality, and in honor of Sk8 Liborious Church.

In July 2023, the community hub that is Sk8 Liborious burned down. They're down, but not out - there's plans in motion for reconstruction already!

Sk8 Liborious is a skate park, artist center, and community hub, among other things - and it's inside one of the oldest churches on this side of the Mississippi.

The zine contains:

1 new hometown, Arc City

1 new world, Agoria

2 new signature items

1 new attitude playbook: The Mouth (which you can pick up for free, if you'd rather)

If you'd like to donate independently and keep an eye on the fundraiser, you can check it out at this link.

This project is a collaboration between Lady Tabletop and Metal Steve, with thanks to Mikey Hamm for letting us create in the cool game space he's cultivated.

Normally I put up community copies, but this piece is specifically for fundraising!

[stars-in-stones]

9 People You Want To Know Better Tag

Tagged By @arlathvhenan

Tagging @missymistake, @abelas, @onefunkyraindrop, @just-another-leaf-in-the-wind, @justme--emily, @phantasm-agoria, @warrrart, @arildnaess, @hija-ck

Three Ships: Solavellan (they have consumed me body and soul), Shakarian (there's no Shepard without Vakarian), and Furiosa x Max (strangers to drift-compatible speed run). Honourable mention to Alistair x Warden and Fenhawke because I didn't just want to say Dragon Age ones...

First Ship: Was going to say Odette and Derek from the Swan Princess because it was my favourite movie as a kid, but then I remembered Derek kind of sucks. So let's say Jena and Costi from Wildwood Dancing by Juliet Marillier.

Last Song: Lost In Paradise (Synthesis version) by Evanescence. Highly recommend if you're in the mood for angst and heartbreak.

Last Movie: the documentary Unrest. I was recently going through a really rough CFS/ME patch and I literally burst into tears twice in the first five minutes of this. Then about half a dozen more times by the end because it hit so close to home.

Currently Reading: Tevinter Nights because I'm doing all my Dragon Age homework in preparation for the Veilguard exam.

Currently Watching: The current Dimension 20 season Never Stop Blowing Up. It's an absolute fever dream.

Currently Eating: Shakshuka with homemade rosemary and sesame seed foccacia.

Currently Craving: Chinese pumpkin cakes with soy sauce my beloved.

[bewitching-666]

11:A song that you never get tired of

[lyykoss]

Σου αρέσει καμία από εδώ;

Ola ta agoria edw mesa at one point of their lives exun fantastei olh tus thn ypoloiph zwh me ena tumblr girl

[twst-drabbles]

Antas and Valenio 1

Summary: You set off into the woods simply for the fun traveling. Valenio follows because he wants to pick a specific flower for his upcoming opera performance. And Antas tags along presumably for the sake of keeping you company.

(Ah, been a while since I've looked at my creations! Have at them and give them plenty of compliments please.)

It wasn’t really something you planned, this hiking trip.

“So,” you jumped over a big root only to have your pants snag on a branch, “woah!”

Luckily, Valenio caught you by the shoulder, though the strength in his hand made your joint creak a bit. He helped you down on the other side, muttering a deep, “Careful.”

“I told you that you should’ve gotten some hiking boots,” tutted Antas as he floated right over your head, facing towards the foliage covered sky with his arms behind his head, as though in a private pool, “Little humans with their little ground bound selves are going to trip over nature’s biological chaos.”

It’s odd to you, really, to see him wear the face of Crowley and yet none of his usual clothing. It was a simple ruffle front shirt with the dark pants of his uniform and thigh high boots. Barely any of his usual effort, as though this really was just relaxing at home.

Meanwhile you and Valenio were pretty much sweating through your clothes. Well, more Valenio than you. It seems he’s still not used to the warmer temperatures of the surface world, especially compared to the deep sea.

“Yeah yeah, I hear you,” you waved, dismissing him as you check the damage on your pants. Nothing wrong, just a loose thread. Yes, it was dumb of you to travel this far into the woods but to fair, you were going in a straight line. And Valenio’s with you so it’s not as if you’re alone. “Anyways, Valenio, mind telling me more about the flower you’re looking for?”

“Rude,” Antas scoffed, but you can hear the amusement in his voice and feel his carapace hands patting your head. You didn’t stop him and kept walking.

Valenio hummed and reached into his bag. He pulled out a worn journal with an odd bone pen sticking out from the pages. “It’s called the Lucretia’s Wine Glass. Named not for its peculiar shape that gathers its nectar in, but after a winemaker woman that shared a glass of her most precious wine with her lover. Supposedly the drops spilled gave birth to this flower.”

“Oh my, how romantic,” Antas flipped in the air, now on his stomach, his legs swinging about as he propped up his chin, “And familiar. Isn’t that story the subject of your next performance, dear Valenio?”

“Oh so that’s the theme,” Valenio didn’t really tell you much beyond the date, “how cute. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Valenio coughed into his hand, “It’s… overly sentimental. And… I didn’t want to give a wrong impression.”

“There’s nothing wrong with choosing a romantic opera piece, though,” you said with a light touch of laughter.

Antas flew down and whispered, “he likely thought you wouldn’t like it. Tell me, how many students in this college would be willing to sit down and listen to something as overly sappy as The Winemaker’s Glass Gift?”

Not many. Not many at all.

“Don’t whisper as though I can’t hear you. Even with all the noise, I’ve learned to distinguish them just fine.” Valenio sighed out as he slide down a rock structure.

“Whoops, sorry.”

“So,” you gestured in front of you, “why the flower hunt?”

“Because…” Valenio paused and you stopped as well. Poor man had a hand pressed against the tree. He reached into his bag, pulled out a flask and poured its contents all over his head, “That’s better. Because, the story is about love, dedication, and devotion. It’s a beautiful piece, and I feel it would bring me closer to this song if I had this flower to perform with.”

Well then, no wonder so many Pomefiore students both admire him, despite this barely concealed fear.

“Well, I hope you find that flower then,” you looked up, “though, what about you? Why are you here?”

An aura of glittering butterfly scales lapsed into view, rendering the woods still for just a moment before the winds brushed past you all once more. Antas was smiling, as one would towards a threat that had no chance of touching them.

“Think of me as your invitation, Prefect, Valenio,” finally, as though tired of being in the air, Antas let his heel click on a stone protrusion, “Can’t very well have those close me be stolen away because they forgot that woods aren’t ever truly untouched.”

…you know what, that’s on you for forgetting that faeries exist in just about every part of the world. You really should curb your habit of just wandering into places. It’ll probably get you killed one day.

[arsiaaaa]

Τα καλά αγόρια δεν τα βρίσκουμε γιατί δεν βγαίνουν από το σπίτι τους και δεν έχουν social media.

Ta kala agoria 💀💀💀💀💀💀

[noir-drabbles]

List of OC's

Take your pick. Many of them might not be sorted into a universe. My brain is scrambled so things are subject to change. Some of them won't have names cause I haven't decided.

Valenio Mara

The Goliath, feared by many that live within the darker sea. He is not a legend so much as he is a catastrophe, always hungry, always consuming. Cursed by the abyss to grow and grow until he consumed it all. Until then, he will not die.

How unfortunate that he follows you.

Valenio has been sleeping for quite a long time, for so long that he even has a city on his back. Yes, he is that huge. He is a merperson with the tail of a whale, but it does have extra bits and gills that separate him from the rest. He also hasn't spoken for quite a long time. Well, that is until he met you. You can only imagine how rumbly his voice is, how disused it must be.

Rakan Mara

Away from the rest of civilization is a man blessed by a most beloved sea god. He is the barrier, the protector, the one meant to keep The Goliath out.

For all his blessings, he cannot move from where he lives, for the barrier is a bone-like coral reef that grows from him. And yet, you managed to free him.

Rakan is treated and respected by many, but one can tell that he has a slight, disdain whenever talk of the sea god pops up in any conversation. However, he's treated as a sort of caretaker of the dead. Whenever you want your loved ones to have a grave, Rakan will always provide it.

He's the older step brother of Valenio.

Antas M. Agoria

Ah, so this is embarrassing but he came in a dream where superheroes and villains and the like have since been relegated to simple acting roles, as a means of enacting the bygone days of heroism without the actual collateral damage and civilian lives lost. They're basically a means of separating celebrity culture from heroes so as to not interfere with their work.

Now this is just a form of entertainment.

In this dream, the stages were huuuuge. And I do mean city wide stages. They're not actually buildings, just fake copies of these things, meant to crumble easily.

So anyways, Antas used to play the role of a villain, the classic mastermind behind everything kind of thing, while looking beautiful while doing it?

Ash

When he was in the prime of his youth, he was a favorite among the other test subjects. However, such a time has long past.

Now, he will be fed to you. As a final, deprecating comment to himself, this older man had claimed the name Ash. One throws them away once you're done, right?

A man around his late thirties who has been used and subject to all sorts of experiments in an attempt to understand how the human body reacts to all these strange, almost divine beings that have recently appeared in this world. At least, that's what the original goal was.

Now this facility has since shifted from that goal to make their own divinity. With that goal in mind, why would they have any need for Ash? And so, he became your first sacrifice, to you, a most inhuman and flesh bending divine being. However, you didn't eat him. You kept him.

The White Beast

A successful of a human and a divine. A large creature, slow to speak, slow to register. A most gentle man. And yet, he does not remember anything beyond the walls of this place.

He bows to no one, but to you, he will kiss the tiles you walk upon.

No one really knows what makes him angry. One thing they do know is that he is fine being completely alone. A pale beast who, when he walks on fertile dirt, makes vegetation appear. He is a very vital person/creature in this world everyone lives in. As such, he is a highly protective creature.

Delicate Servant (Ayel)

Essentially, he is a very beautiful man, long pastel pink hair with the reddest of eyes and he serves you with full faith and loyalty. By all means, he looks more suiting for the role of a prince or some royal title. I'm debating whether he should have some demonic blood in him, but either way, he has this weird ability to enchant many. But he doesn't want to.

Unfortunately he ends up catching the eyes of a duke and his wife who want nothing more than to possess him.

He is innocent and wouldn't wish misfortune onto anyone, but upon you being in danger, he had to switch his tune.

Duke

A stoic man, feared and politically powerful to the point that streets will make even his walks an event. Anyone that gets in his way are punished not by the duke, but by the people themselves.

He and his wife actually get along really well, all things considered. But now they're both fascinated with your Delicate Servant and want nothing more than to possess him.

And yet, both he and his wife can't stop looking at you too.

Duchess

A femme fatale type of woman who married the Duke for the protection it provides to her reputation. That and he's a long time friend of her's so this arrangement is much better than a stranger.

She has no shortage of lovers but has trouble finding anyone that will truly entertain her on the same level as the Duke. That is, until you and your delicate servant.

Fire Bringer

Honestly, he came in a dream to me. Basically he's a man constantly on fire, in a world that is basically a zombie-ish apocalypse. But in this case it's demons. I thiiiink he's a demon. I distinctly remember he had a sword and is chasing after his own fellow demons for the sake of fight rather than anything good.

Well, he is also chasing you, for you managed to make a contract with a particularly powerful demon who carries you everywhere.

Also he's naked. Yeah.

Contracted Demon

He is someone that you once hated, but his mind no longer remembers anything. He was frightened, and in his panic, made a contract with you so he isn't left alone. Despite his large size and wolf like appearance, he defers to you, always.

He was once a demon that ruled over others. And now that his memories are gone, many will come after him in an attempt to steal his powers.

Prince (Saerus)

An eager and heavily abused man that wants nothing more than the approval of his father. However, the King does not cherish him in the way he cherishes you, the deity chained under this palace.

As long as you're here, this place will be untouched by war. But your wrath, quietly boiling under your skin, is warping this place.

Be careful when asking about him, he has suffered a number of abusive events that range from verbal to physical to sexual assault. He is not a light story.

Ex Vampire King (Caphriel)

Once a respected Vampire King, he as been betrayed by his own nobles who think he's too soft to deserve his position. He had appointed you, a human, as a guard for his youngest son. Strange, as well as disappointing.

After the massacre of his family, including his youngest, you had disappeared, and the Vampire King had closed his realm from any and all foreigners.

Only then did his nobles strike.

He managed to escape, away from his palace and into the realm of man. Bruised and bloody, he collapsed on your doorstep.

[the-puppets-mistress]

Call all Nyx Ulric fans!

I've decided I'm going to try to write a Fem!Nyx that's bonded with dragons, mostly cause I fucking like dragons and want Nyx to have dragons as well. There's a possibility of one of three pairings

RegNyx

CorNyx

DrauNyx

The premise is this-

Nyx is sent on a mission to the ruins of Solhiem, specifically to a place called Agoria Hall, which could have possibly been a dragon breeding farm, I'm undecided, but there in the ruins or in the surrounding area she finds the remains of a large she-dragon curled around an overgrown nest. Now she either finds one egg or two, I have color palettes picked for both eggs and dragons.