Reaper's March, formerly known as Northern Valenwood, is an embattled zone to the north of Grahtwood where the northern savannahs of Elsweyr meet northern Valenwood's forests. It is home to the cities of Arenthia, Rawl'kha, and Dune. The lattermost city is the home of the Mane, the Khajiiti spiritual leader.
“Our hope lies with these women, the Champions. One of them will be Mane. You must help them walk the Path … for you are the Moon Hallowed." – Rid-Thar-ri’Datta
Request from @razzbberry - Palette #1 - Alpha-17, Cody - Death of the Cynic in Me
Notes and close-ups beneath the cut!
Notes: I think Seventeen would, both subconsciously and consciously, keep his cynicism as long as possible. It’s how he thinks the world works, but it’s also a survival tool. It’d be a very, very slow death.
It’s put to the test with Cody — not because Cody is special among his fellow clones, but because he’s one of the first that bothers to fight Seventeen on his own terms. The argument is always the same. Cody wants to talk about what he hopes to be, someday, after he is a soldier. Seventeen thinks he’s stupid to think that’s possible, or that he’d be capable. Cody knows it, and he, might not be. Seventeen thinks it’s even more stupid, in that case; what a waste of energy.
It develops. When they’re older, and in the thick of war, one day Cody risks his life for the chance to save a brother that was going to die anyway. Seventeen yells at him for fifteen minutes once he’s conscious about luck and stupidity and the trouble it’s causing Seventeen and the false hope it’s engendering in others. Cody says he can disagree all he likes, but he doesn’t give a fig, respectfully. Seventeen thinks Cody can go try to get blown up again, if he thinks so.
There’s no point fighting for a better tomorrow; they’re bought and paid for to fight for something else, FOR someone else. Seventeen is prepared for being fodder, as a result. He’s prepared for unfairness and the bleak life that they’re living. Instead he watches as Cody defeats odds time and time again, somehow managing to balance being an exceptional military leader with a secondary war to live for something more, running himself ragged and — inexplicably — gaining ground. Each of those little victories are a little death for Seventeen’s cynicism; a chipping away. A little seed of Cody’s brand of hope takes root, awkward and begrudging, fond and tentative.
Then Order 66 happens. Cody’s efforts for a better life are in vain, and Cody himself-
Cody may never know that Seventeen was right abut just how helpless they were. Now he only knows that Seventeen is a traitor, apparently, because Seventeen — for once in his life — was the lucky one and his chip malfunctioned.
And Seventeen could say ‘I told you so’. He could rest, vindicated and resigned, in the fact that every dream Cody built up and everything he thought was worth dying for is pointless, now — as he always suspected it would be.
But it isn’t fair, even by Seventeen’s standards.
“What are you doing,” Rex will rasp, caught in a strange role reversal as Seventeen paints an armor set with Cody’s golden colors. “He’s not coming back, Seventeen. He can’t. It’s pointless to keep going after him, you need to stop.”
“No,” Seventeen will answer, unbothered, “I don’t think I will.”
“We can’t — we can’t keep hoping,” Rex says, because he means he will probably have a breakdown if he imagines there is even a pitiful possibility he could save his brothers and then have to turn away from that scrappy chance for the greater good and Rebellion, and all that. “We’ve got to move on.”
“Go on.” Seventeen will invite sincerely, one brow raised because he knows Rex better than that.
“Do you want him to shoot you?” Rex will finally yell, all knotted up at the thought of losing Seventeen too, even though it’s funny because Seventeen was never kind to Rex.
“He can try,” Seventeen will say, touching up the last of the paint. He will stand, wiping his fingers, and pick up his pack. “See you when we get back, then.”
Mr. Reaper: I was looking forward to have a nice conversation with you.
Phil: WHO ASKED, MAN? Who asked! Wtf. What makes you think I want to talk to you? Also, if your idea of talking is spawning zombies on me and then laughing, I don't think I want to talk! I think I'm good actually, I think I'm good. I think I'll pass!
the flame's color depends on the species of the soul the candle represents. angels' candles burn white, humans' have their signature orange/red, and demons' flames are black. but for all three, the color of smoke is grey
all candles are one-of-a-kind works of art. some are the standard tall candle, some have shaped wax, some are carved, etc. intricate details are etched into the wax, often of symbols, patterns, and even scenes connected to the life of the candle's person.
loved one's candles will often be grouped together, sometimes even touching. the reapers have noticed that when candles are in these groups, they melt slower than the ones who are alone.
they're scented, the smell being significant to the person in some way, like a specific food or location. the scents are very faint, up until the wax has melted and the flame has gone out - then the smoke rises, and the smell fills the air before filtering away, like the person saying their final goodbye.
Personally, I think if you describe yourself as a socialist and also have a bust of Vladimir Lenin's head in your house, I should be allowed to smash that bust over your head with no consequences.
Have a Nice Death is such a visually pleasing game with good humour and lots of interesting characters. I drew one of my favourites, Maxxx; The head of the Addiction Department.
omg the author/artist for one of my favourite webtoons has an etsy and they are selling keychains and posters of their characters but also genshin and hsr characters omg
Phistinblade prompt in which Philza and Kristin fight over the love of a mortal(Techno ofc) while also them being married, but they hide that they are gods to him as well.
Silly idea that's been living rent free in my head for way too long-
hello hello leaf!
that's such a cute idea. they're little shits trying to see who's the first to make him crack. they bicker and argue sure, but they'll share him eventually.
and i can see techno trying so hard not to get flustered at each of their antics as they try to one up each other every time