#the littlest necromancer

[drustvar]

Ophely has quickly become one of my fav ocs. She's a gamer. She's a necromancer. She's a coomer femcel loser. She has a fish h8boyfriend who she would do anything including trading her soul for litch immortality to spend it with him. She never wears shoes. She blew all the money her mom left her on littlest petshops. She plays with dead things and regularly dives in bogs for mummified / skeletal remains. She has a scream that can literally kill people. She loves blueberry tea

[pinwheelfunhouse]

stimboard masterpost!!

semi-organized list of all the stimboards & icons i've made!

made this because tumblr tags simply will not work sometimes so this is just an easier way to see what characters i've done!

fnaf edition masterpost is here!

the owl house:

luz noceda

hunter

possessed!hunter

the collector

caleb wittebane

hooty

willow park

stringbean

titan!luz

don't hug me i'm scared:

yumpherdinker

1

2

saturdavid

shy imaginary older brother

bubble bath memory

first tooth

red guy

coffin

resident evil:

lucas baker

ethan winters

rose winters

leon kennedy

luis sera

castle crashers:

painter

pink knight

blacksmith

necromancer

frost king

undead cyclops

wizard minion

evil wizard

cuphead:

king dice

faith the unholy trinity:

john ward

michael davies

my faith self insert

team fortress 2:

red scout

night in the woods:

mae borowski

mystery skulls animated

vivi yukino

transformers:

soundwave

soul eater:

crona

littlest pet shop:

lps #520 (party ferret)

insidious:

specs and tucker

undertale:

chara

ultrakill:

ferryman

spiderverse:

miles morales

hobie brown

house of ashes:

salim othman

fallout:

benny gecko

cookie run:

gingerbright

black butler:

grell sutcliff

inscryption:

the mycologists

disney:

rubberhose mickey mouse

stranger things:

mike wheeler

awful hospital:

staph

fern

arcane:

jinx

genshin impact:

xiao

invader zim:

dib membrane

professor membrane

the hex:

???

superjail:

techno twins

spooky month:

kevin

dexter

tealerland:

willow

dayshift at freddy's:

blackjack

five nights at candy's:

blank

sonic the hedgehog:

shadow and sonic

stimboard

icons

knuckles

hamtaro:

penelope

the muppets:

gonzo

good omens:

crowley

madness combat:

hank j wimbleton

willy's wonderland:

willy

music:

2d (gorillaz)

papa emeritus iii / terzo (ghost)

youtube:

ghost files

vanossgaming

people's sonas / oc's:

my sona

@/swordmachine's sona

@/gaypostaldude's sona

greyson (@/professionallydeadinside)

benni (@/sillybakeoven)

guardian star (@/sillybakeoven)

michela (@/rosemary-posts-random-crap)

dante the skunk (@/agirlwithmagicpals)

chroma (@/lowpolyparrot)

miscellaneous:

ferrets

pupgender

el wiwi

dark blue water

stimboard based on the name "ruru"

[starforger-backup]

character color: maha

Green characters are often hotheaded and brash, unafraid to speak their mind. They make for excellent leaders and teachers, and tend to be most devoted to a specific field, which they do well in. They have a lot of confidence in themselves, and although they can’t always see themselves positively, they are good about respecting themselves. They have a lot of common sense but are equally likely to strategically plan something out as to rush in on an impulse. They often have to work hard to get others to respect them, and sometimes receive less of it when people find out who they are. Still, they are not afraid to make others uncomfortable by being themselves, and are unlikely to waver when someone wants them to change against their will. They can be brash and loud, but also very quiet and secretive. Their humor can be a bit rude, and they don’t always display friendship and affection to the people they care about in the most conventional ways. However, they’re quite easygoing, witty, and fun-loving people. They don’t like when people are flighty and prefer to work with people who don’t quit and stand their ground. They stand out from others, both because of the way they approach the world, and because of how skilled they tend to be at what they do. Some people may not suspect that they are harmonious because of their blunt nature, but they are surprisingly good and reasonable diplomats, and can employ a lot of meaningful tact when the situation calls for it. They may feel a sense of distance or abandonment from their parental figures, as they often became emotionally or physically absent sometime in their life. Green characters hate being told what to do and put into a box, and are likely to challenge authority. They can be hard to work with at times due to their stubbornness, but they bring a lot to the table and tend to round out their friend groups. They need people in their lives who respect them, care about them, and listen to them, as well as offer them companionship without requiring them to conform to a certain preset standard.

Quiz

Tagged by @under-the-blood-moonlight​

Tagging @witchesandwishes​ @xiv-necromancer​ @vazaymir​ @mai-takeda​ @zhauric​ @talion-graves​ @syrcus-tower​ @the-littlest-kojin​ @luck-and-larceny​ @umbral-flare-ffxiv​

[hollyvorpahl]

Also, for the wip ask game: please pick one you really want to answer!

12. What inspired this wip?

A Vow from the Winter Lord: I've wanted to write a Faerie romance story based in a Winter Court for a long time. A lot of Fae Romance is Dark Court or Spring Court. Winter is my favorite season and when I was a kid I got a chunk of my winters in one of the most beautiful winter areas, Alaska. There's just something magical about the quiet world in a snowy winter. It takes the littlest amount of light and makes the world glitter. I had bits and pieces to a story but not enough. It wasn't until I read Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik that I started to piece more together. I liked the book but it wasn't really what I was looking for. So I was finally able to put together what I wanted from a Winter Faerie romance. 

The Dot Duology: This one started as a DnD side thing for myself. Almost a decade ago, I started playing DnD. My first character was a Halfling Wild Magic Sorcerer named Beth. She liked to cook. My best friend and I would rp a story with her and an oc my friend made that was set in our own world. This actually got me back into seriously writing on my own again (long story). Few years later, a module for DnD came out called Waterdeep: Dragon Heist. I played a revamped version of Beth that I renamed Dorothy Lynn Pippetwhistle (the last name was from an Asmr video by Goodnight Moon Asmr) or Dot. Her whole backstory was she wanted to open a tavern then expand into an Inn. The DM indulged this completely. We'd do quests then in the downtime when others were doing stuff for their factions, I was building business for my tavern. It was the most fun I've ever had playing DnD. I started to write about Dot on my own to relax at night after a hard day. Nothing serious. But then I was talking to someone about it and they got super excited about the idea. See, I didn't think there was a market for something like this. Low and behold, there is! So I started to develop it into a serious wip.

A Princess Guide to Love and Necromancy: This one is gonna reveal something about myself I hope you're ready for. For a very long time, I've loved the idea of a Princess in a tower falling in love with the Dragon guarding it. I also really like this little scene I have in my head where a knight comes to rescue the princess but she fights him off because she's happy in the tower with the dragon. And the dragon comes running, clearly worried and she's all annoyed because this is the second time this week that she's been attacked in her home by a jackass in a can. I matched this with the aesthetic of a DnD character idea I had for either a Necromancer Wizard or Shadow Sorcerer. Picture Lottie from Princess and the Frog but medieval and wielding scarier forms of magic. I like the contrast. I love all of my stories but some of them feel like I'm writing more for the reader. This one is the one I write for myself. Idk if anyone would ever want to read it but I do. It's the one I also feel the most guilty for writing. It feels like a waste of time because it's the least likely to sell. I have this enormous sense of...duty (?) about my writing being something that'll make our lives easier and any time I'm using to work on something that won't sell is time wasted and I'm a failure. Just to be clear, this is all me. My husband encourages me to write what makes me happy and tells me that he thinks it'll sell really well (I don't believe him). I work full time, so does he. Our bills are paid and everything is fine. My brain just hates me.

[ikeofeyes-art]

Local Wizard adopts Evil Necromancer; Local Necromancer is given a lollipop for being an agreeable young man!

@evilwizard @wizardschooldropout

[sunxxblessed]

( Anyway I decided to just add on all my Trevelyan’s (they’re siblings) bc why not but also because I really wanna write my littlest Trevelyan Claire, she’s so sweet and loves pretty things and is also a Necromancer Mage and I love her )

[spellsandtales]

Senses of Home

Five Visuals

A collections of old grimoires.

Tarot cards.

The moon and stars.

A grouping of candles.

A shelf of potions.

Four Sounds

Straining or pouring potions into bottles.

Fire Crackling.

Turning pages of a book.

Crumbling dried herbs

Three Scents

Incense.

Dried herbs and flowers which can smell sweet but also a little bit dangerous.

Candles Burning.

Two Tastes

Red juicy apples (which one did she poison?).

Moon Spell Cookies.

One Touch

Valerian's.

Tagged by: @pirates-and-necromancers

Thank you for the tag!

Tagging @the-littlest-kojin (for Ava)

[feralworks]

Little #FlashbackFriday to this sculpture sketch I started, “The Littlest Necromancer” I love this piece and hope that some day I can bring it to completion as a resin kit! You know, in my non-existent free time 😅 #sculpture #zbrush #necromancy #darkart #creepy #sculpt #sketch #digital #render https://www.instagram.com/p/CTGLS6aLluy/?utm_medium=tumblr

[crownlessliestheking]

Someone on twitter correctly said it would be sexy if Thranduil got corrupted by the One Ring.

He sits on the throne in the fortress, and it is the eye of the storm. His people- his subjects- are righting the ruin, stones fitting into place, the great boughs of the trees curling inwards. The brambles growing ever sharper, dripping tarry poison from their thorns.

His kingdom will be protected, he will see it so. The taint has been purged, the Necromancer dwells no more in his forest. The spiders, too, will be gone. And those who had dared cross his borders, those who dared try to pluck his power in their covetous jealousy? The roots shall have their bones. Already the trees grow over them, already the crows pluck a gleaming blue eye from a half-rotted face, recognizable only by the burnished gold and silver hair of the corpse's head. Not so beautiful now, is fair Galadriel, in her arrogance. Not so wise now, is Elrond Peredhel, in his presumption. Not so cautious now, is Círdan, who was once master of boats, who turned traitor as did the rest.

Thranduil is the Elvenking; now he is the only king of Elves, as there has not been since Thingol in Doriath and its splendor. He will remake Doriath twice over; he has already avoided a mistake with Dwarves. He will be Elu Thingol and Melian together, but more powerful, for his girdle will never fail and fade with grief. He is not so weak as her.

It was a small thing. The littlest gleam of gold on the finger of a desperate little creature. But it chose him, and Thranduil closes his eyes, the burn of dragonfire in his soul soothed. He is king, and the forest will bend to his will as it never had before. He is its master.

He stands, and his robes drag against stones that eagerly drank the blood of his father, the blood of his kin.

Three stars glimmer on the fingers of one hand, but they pale in comparison to the gravity of the One.

[tigertoes-]

My Kenku for Dnd!

[tinydragondreamer]

Oh Boy TCF Headcanons

I don’t know what exactly prompted this, but like i just couldn’t stop thinking about where on some sort of weird scale from Touch-Starved to Touch-Averse do the TCF characters fall,,, and it got out of hand... Like wildly out of hand

Cale/Kim Rok Soo: Lonely depressed bastard man is Touch-Starved but extremely awkward about it. It’s his tsundere nature.

Choi Han: Extremely Touch-Starved, decades of solitude in a place where everything is trying to kill you will do that to a person. Craves attention and affection.

Raon Miru: Personal space who??? Touch-Starved, craves gentle pats, cuddles, and hugs not just because Raon’s baby, but also because of how he spent the first four years of his life (in a cave and tortured). Cuddle the great and mighty dragon.

On and Hong: Also have no concept of personal space, but On’s more independent than the other two children. Touch-Starved, being ostracized and almost killed by your tribe does that to kids.

Beacrox Molan: Touch-Averse germaphobe. As designated babysitter he’ll allow the children in his personal space, and he’d make an exception for his father, but that’s about it.

Ron Molan: Touch-Averse. He’s an assassin, so he instinctively avoids it if it’s not necessary. Exceptions can be made for the children, Beacrox, and the Henituse Family but that’s about it.

Rosalyn: Normal? Smack dab in the middle. She’s pretty much chill unless you’re a creep.

Lock and the Wolf Children: Family-centric wolf tribe who had all the adult members brutally murdered in front of him? Consistently Touch-Starved, everyone but Lock will invade personal space (much to Beacrox chagrin). Lock craves validation the most.

Alberu Crossman: Another lonely bastard man, Touch-Starved. Receives a lot of affection from his aunt, but on the whole it’s Lonely At The Top. Doesn’t help that he’s desperate to hide his true identity, so he’s way too wary to let anyone close.

Eruhaben: He may be a proud ancient dragon, but he is also a soft grandpa. Touch-Starved, but too proud to admit it.

Taylor Stan: Touch-averse, unless you’re someone he really trusts. Being crippled and having multiple assassination attempts on you by your family will do that to you.

Cage: Mostly normal, like Rosalyn, but she won’t hesitate to invade your personal space if you’re good friends with her.

Whale Royal Family: Very affectionate with each other, a very close family. Witira and King Shickler will give very big “bear” hugs and Paseton just has to accept his fate as the littlest. Big enough to lift you off the ground when hugging, and between Witira and her father it’s become sort of a strength competition.

Archie: Touch-Averse. Does not like having his personal space invaded. Will endure if he recognizes you as being scary more powerful than him, probably due to the Whale King’s influence.

Toonka: Muscle-brain whose thoughts consist mostly of fighting. He will invade your personal space.

Tasha: Touchy-Feely aunt. Will give lots of hugs, mostly to her nephew and to Mary.

Mary: Touch-Starved, loves receiving lots of affection although she feels awkward about it. Shows itself the most when she’s on the surface, due to people avoiding her because she’s a necromancer.

Queen Litania: Mostly Normal. She does cuddle a lot with Ten, but who wouldn’t cuddle a black panther if they could (and not get killed)?

Pendrick: Normal? Closer to Touch-Averse on a scale, but on the whole does not mind so much.

Hannah: Touch-Averse. If you are not her brother do not approach, she bites. Has deep trust-issues so it will take a lot in order to convince her not to bite if you get too close.

Jack: Touch-Starved. Loves affection a lot! Unfortunately, he can’t even touch his sister anymore or she’ll die. A sweet boy.

Rex: Touch-Starved. Misses his human siblings a whole lot. Instantly calms down if petted by a friend, whether he’s anxious or angry.

Rei Stecker: Touch-Averse, with the exception of children most of the time. The Alchemy Bell Tower incident scarred him in more ways than one.

Mercenary King Bud: Touchy-Feely. Part of his “just an alcoholic, nothing to see here” act, but also he’s just an overly friendly person in general.

Glenn Poeff: Touch-Averse, but it doesn’t show much. Years of being Bud’s best friend and right-hand man has made him resigned to his fate.

Henituse Family: All very close and affectionate. Family first! I would do individual ones for each of them because I love them all but it’d all pretty much turn out the same, since there’s not much to say here besides that they really love and appreciate each other (and Cale) and are all pretty much normal.

The Half Dragon: Touch-Starved. When you have the White Star as a “father” and were treated as an inhuman tool to the point of madness, only to be basically discarded at the first sign of disappointment, you’re bound to instantly crumble at the slightest bit of kindness.

Clopeh Sekka: Touch-Averse. With all the betrayal and schemes he pulls, there’s no way he’d be comfortable with people getting close to him, at best mildly annoyed. But there are exceptions... For example his father.

[the-loveliest-lies-of-all]

I’ve come to realization tonight that Klaroline is never happening. Like I know they never ended up together on the shows of course but both kept having feelings for each other through out time and the time wasn’t just right for them two at those moments. However because all that I had this idea that years and years (maybe centuries) later after all the crap that’s been going around them during tvd and to will be long gone they will meet again and just... well... be together. They are so right for each other. So good for each other. And it doesn’t even matter if their love story would be “always and forever” or they would broke up after some time together. What matters is that they should’ve had a chance to share that love.

But stupid screenwriters thought better. They just killed Klaus. And was there an actual reason to do that? No. It was pointless and heartbreaking loss. Niklaus could have everything he ever wanted. He was this close to have it all - family, love, friends even! But it was a show finale and they thought they needed something BIG for it. Gave us some drama and tragedy simply because they can, not because it was necessary or logical.

I mean through entire TO show we’ve seen Klaus’ change. Finally finding his ways to get along with people. Mostly with his family but isn’t family is the only thing that matters really? Right? We’ve had 4 years watching him learning to accept his siblings for who they are and accept and respect their choices, learning to let go and learning to open up to them. Small steps, some mistakes but eventually I say he evolved lots. We’ve seen him being tearing apart with his daughter over and over when the only things he wanted is to be with her, see her growing up, make her proud and be proud for who she’d become. And of course to keep her safe. I remember I didn’t like the idea of Klaus having a baby when it only poped up in first ep. But it was definetely the best thing that happened to him because obviously Hope is that most important littlest wolf he was trying to be a better man for.

And then the last season basically erased it all. He met his daughter again 7 years later only to see her being hurt, losing her mum and eventually losing him too. No wonder the Necromancer told Hope her dad is still haven’t found peace and is still looking after her from the other side. How could he not?

That makes me wonder actually if when Hope jumped into Malivore did he forget her too? Imagine him being so lost on why is he even dead? Why does he has this enourmous deep dark hole in his heart now? What is it he misses and cannot remember so much? And how does he feel after Josie brought all the memories back?

Or maybe he hasn’t forgotten her and actually seen his girl being all lost, lonely, hurt again?

How did I end up taking about Klaus and Hope when I started it as a Klaroline and my broken heart for them? Well I love that man deeply and care so much and still haven’t accepted the finale of the originals show. Honestly just hoping he’ll one day magically comes back to life. I can’t stand the idea of him never having a chance to love and to be loved. To feel it all fully.

[tinywriter2018]

Take Your Time

Word Count: 845

Based off of the Necromancer Episode.  Because we all wanted this to happen and it didn’t….

It was the middle of the night at the Salvatore academy.  For once the week had been monster free with little to, to much drama except for the mid-term tests that were coming up.  A full moon was soon upon them, and parties were always put on hold until after the cycle ended.  The werewolves were a little jumpy and could feel the shift coming up soon.  Alaric was in his office when he heard the front door open.  Grabbing his crossbow, he walked slowly out to find two figures standing in the middle of the entrance way.  One he wished he never see again, and the other one he missed. Hayley Marshall grabbed Klaus Mickelson’s arm keeping him from running off.  

“Where are you going?”  She hissed at him. 

“To find our daughter.  Given our family history, shes probably in trouble which is why we are brought back here in the first place.”  

“Klaus look around! This is the Salvatore school.  The safest place she could be. You know Caroline’s school.”

“We will determine that after I find her.”  

“Hold up!”  Alaric pointed the arrow at the two dead hybrids.  

“Alaric?”  Hayley asked, stepping forward.  Klaus was beside him, in a split second, firing the arrow into the wall, before taking it from him.  

“Now since we are not here to play games, let’s have a chat shall we?”  Before he could say another word, he was flung across the room, pinned to the wall.  Two witches chanting loudly.  Hayley, ran behind them, knocking them apart.  Klaus fell to his feet, glaring at all involved.  Klaus went to the girls, but Hayley pushed his shoulder back.  

“Their just kids Klaus.”  

“Davina was just a kid too.”  

“Hold on! Lizzie, Josie, go back to your rooms now!”  Alaric yelled at his daughters. 

“This is that Necromancer's doing isn’t it?”  Lizze stood up, a fire ball appearing in her hand.  

“Oh my god.”  Josie whispered, looking at Hayley.  “Lizzie, that’s Hope’s-”  

“Mom?”  The fire ball in Lizzie’s hand disappeared in a puff of smoke, when Hope Mikaelson stood at the bottom of the stairs.  “Mom?”  She said again, tears coming down.  Hayley didn’t waste another second and ran to hug her daughter.  “Mom, what are you doing here? Whats going…”  Hope looked over her mom’s shoulder to see her dad.  The great evil of the world, walked over to her slowly, his own tears pricking his eyes.  With one final pause, she pulls her dad into a hug.  

“Hello, My littlest wolf.”  It was times like this, that Alaric thought he had seen everything, but was reminded that the Greatest Evil known to supernatural kind, had a soft side to him.  

“Dad...theres so much-”  

“I know.  But now is not the time.  Your mother is right, we need to know why we are here.”  Hayley wrapped her arms around her daughter once more.  

“I don’t care about that now.”  She whispered, kissing her daughters head.  

“I think I can answer that.”  Alaric stepped forward.  “A week or so ago, we dealt with a necromancer.  Well not, a necromancer, the Necromancer apparently.  People have been coming back from the dead.”  

“Then we can’t stay.”  Klaus quickly put two and two together.  “In our current state, if he wished to harm you through us, he would have no problems doing it.”  

“No..No...please I can’t-”  Hope cried out, but Klaus leaned down, wiping her tears away.  

“Don’t worry My Little Girl.  We are always here.”  Hayley shook her head, looking at Klaus.  

“Come little wolf, let me have a hug.”  Kissing her forehead one more time, she let her daughter go.  Klaus wrapped his daughter once more in his arms.  

“Are you at peace?”  She whispered, crying into his shoulder.  

“I am at peace, whenever you are at peace my Littlest wolf.”  Klaus held her at arms length, trying to keep his composure.  “You are the best thing I have I ever done.  You are a Mikaelson, you are my blood.  That means Always and forever.”  

“Always and forever.”  She smiled, holding onto her parents hands.  Josie and Lizzie came over, keeping hope in between. 

“I’m sorry, about flining you into the wall.”  Lizzie looked terrified up at him.  

“Well, you’re not the first witch.”  Klaus joked.  Hayley kissed her fingers, holding them out for Hope.  She recuperated holding onto her.  

“Always and forever.”  Hayley, smiled, wiping a tear away.  

“Come Little Wolf, Jackson is waiting.”  Rolling her eyes, she gave him a light push.  

“Please let me leave so I don’t have to deal with the great Klaus Mikaelson anymore.” She joked, earning a chuckle from him.

“Take your time love.  We will be waiting for you.” Klaus smiled at his daughter.  Holding Hayley’s hand, he grabbed Lizzie’s while she grabbed Josie’s.  Both only looking at their daughter, while the magic that brought them slowly faded away.  Hope let out a strangled cry, falling to the floor, with Josie and Lizzie right there to hold her while she cried from happiness and grief once more.  

Author’s Note: 

Since I actually watched season one of Legacies, I wanted to do a piece that was actually inspired directly from the show, instead of just clips I watched.  This was inspired by the Necromancer episode and a moment we all wanted.  I was playing off of the short visit by the fact that Klaus had dealings with the Necromancer in the past, so he knew what he was capable of.  I hope You liked this AU.  

Masterlist

[the-wotog-collection]

bree and the boys

- made up of ve, bree, trancey, chaym, and tar

- individual characters under the read more

VE 

-Ve. That’s it.

-Half-Aasimar Half-Tiefling Sorcerer (inherited the magic from his grandmother)

-He/Him, demisexual and grey-aro

-True Neutral

-One unholy abomination of a gentle giant

-Face? What face, all I see is a glowing magic eye floating right in front of where his face should be

-A beautiful demonstration on why Aasimar and Tieflings really, really shouldn’t have kids

-Grew up alone in a cave. Is still getting used to people, with Bree’s help

-He may look scary, but he’s a gentle lad who wants to settle down in a nice ocean town and have a big garden somewhere near his home

-Made friends with a little halfling girl, then proceeded to adopt every single tiefling they came across in their travels together

-Cares deeply for his little found family, and would do anything for them

-Relationships:

(Friends): Bree (littlest and bestest sister), Trancey, Tarvaii, Chaym (his brothers, who he cares for deeply)

(Family): Angelica and Viren (parents)

BREE

- full name is bree thorngage

- halfling cleric (worships mishakal), she/her

- oh my god. oh my god she’s such a sweetheart

- too good. too pure

- she cares so much about her found family

- back home, she was the oldest child, but with the boys she’s the babyest sister and acts like it

- i cannot stress enough how much of a sweetie she is

- she’s here to eat pastries and make friends and she’s all out of pastries

- she took one look at the monstrosity that is ve and went “he could probably use a friend”

- she looks out for all her brothers, healing them whenever they get hurt (even if it means she now has their wounds)

- she’s such a sweetheart oh my god

- relationships: ve (favorite brother); trancey, chaym, tar (brothers); ell (you haven’t met them yet) (in love)

TRANCEY

-Entrance “Trancey” Tofreke

-Tiefling Rogue/Necromancer

-He/Him, demisexual/gay

-Chaotic Neutral

-Didn’t mean to become a necromancer, really. Blame Chaym

-Technically undead- bleeds a pretty royal blue colour (it’s magic babey)

-Fastest way to his heart is just be a friend I guess? Please don’t try to force the lad to love

-Quiet and cold to strangers, and pretty anxious and jumpy when he opens up to people

-He may be a rogue but I would not trust him to keep knives without adult supervision

-His aesthetic is dark clothes with fur trim

-Northern boy, dressed for the cold and absolutely dying in the heat

-Someone help him, he’s a disaster

-Relationships:

(Romantic): Chaym

(Best Friend): Viren

(Friends): Bree (littlest sister), Ve and Tarvaii (his brothers), Eve (depending on the au)

CHAYM

-Chaym Noir

-Tiefling Necromancer

-He/Him, pan

-Chaotic Good

-He’s the brother that “married” into the family

-By far the most responsible out of the party, and often ends up being the sole voice of reason

-Technically undead and jokes about it a lot. Perks of being a necromancer bby

-He was originally a mentor figure to Trancey, but they got close and the poor boy fell in love. Chaym vowed not to start anything with Trancey, under the thought that it’d be weird if he were dating his student, but, years down the line, he broke that vow, after Trancey decided to take his studies into his own hands.

-Loyal as a dog and just as vicious when his loved ones are threatened

-Relationships:

(Romantic): Trancey, Eve

(FwB): Vik

(Friends): Viren, Tar, Ve, Tal, Warren, Bree

TAR 

-Tarvaii Meadows

-Tiefling Druid

-He/Him, probably bi probably

-True Neutral

-There’s not much to say abt Tar really

-Basically just a chill druid living life and travelling with his found family

-Relationships:

(Friends): Bree, Ve, Trancey, Chaym

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[whiskeyworen]

Sonnya and the Whisperer

It had started the moment she set foot in the Vigil base. From the looks she was seeing on her fellow soldiers' faces, Sonnya could somehow tell that they all knew something was 'off'.

She could practically smell it in the air. Sonnya didn't bother checking her magic sensors, or anything like that; it was easily apparent there was a lot of magic flowing through the whole region.

Not strong enough. The thought had always haunted at the back of her mind, especially since the Shatterer incident. Sonnya had reworked her armor half a dozen times, reinforcing it. She'd added an undersuit layer that distributed impact damage by hardening, using a layer of liquified Brand crystal; the same kind of liquid crystal that was used to forge all those hundreds of Dragonsblood weapons. But yet....she still wasn't strong enough.

Stay here... They were still moving bodies from the barracks. As she wandered the empty building, her stomach wanted to turn at the sight of the piles of bodies dragged haphazardly to open areas. She knew their destination; once identifying items and trinkets were removed to send back to family, the bodies would be incinerated. No one wanted their comrades to return if there was a chance Jormag had absorbed any Zhaitan-based necrotic magic. There was a team of elementalists outside in a secluded area of the courtyard that were in charge of keeping the fire raging hot enough. They also had stomachs of steel, and a deep respect for those they had to dispose of.

The funeral pyre was also being carefully observed by representatives of the various faiths. Two priests of Grenth, a Havroun of Raven, and a Necromancer from the Grove. Each would offer their own version of prayer for the dead.

Asura and Charr had no funeral rites, save for personal reflection. In time, perhaps, Sonnya would go over and ask one of the foreign religious leaders what she could do to honor the fallen from their religions. But not now. Not right now.

She still hates you... Sonnya bit her lip, looking away from the body pile, thinking about one of her sisters. Tenna was always hot-headed. She thought her littlest sister had finally forgiven her, after she'd been invited onto the Forsaken Aspect. But had she really forgiven her? Were all those bridges mended? She just didn't know. You're so lonely... She walked out of the barracks, and headed back to the bivouac area, for her own tent. It had been such a long journey from Vigil Keep. She needed some rest. Maybe she'd take a look at the heater unit of her suit; for some reason, she just felt like she was getting colder. Even her in-eye display was noting a 5% drop in skin temperature.

Sonnya closed the flap of the tent, turned on the magic-based space heater hanging from the apex of the tent, and proceeded to strip out of her gear. She thought about checking the heater again, idly.

Sleep...you need sleep...

Yes, that could wait till later. For now, she'd just curl up in the blankets and get some rest. Maybe when she felt a bit stronger, she'd lend her help to the body crews. When she felt stronger. You're not strong enough...

Let me in... and I can make you stronger...

Sonnya drifted off into a disturbed sleep.

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The school year was so crazy i didn’t have anytime to draw my children!

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