Master Necromancer Den @den-with-6-ns - Tumblr Blog

This is a test, while I was on hiatus from the project, it was recommended that I shift the focus away from the worldbuilding and concept art, because while I love talking about it and posting it, it’s not something that really appeals to people long term. It was highly recommended I make short stories and mini comics to present the world in an engaging manner instead.

den-with-6-ns

Please I’m on my hands and knees, show me some love, I worked so so so so so hard on this. :,)

Omg that mini fic was beautiful !! I love your OC, she seems so cool !

Thank you, this is a rougher picture of her but it’s what I use as reference.

Even though this is a yume ship, I care too much about historical accuracy. The Soviet Union was the only nation that allowed women in combat roles during world war 2. This extended to, while uncommon, women occupying positions of authority within military directorates like the GRU, and even within its adjacent intelligence agencies like the KGB.

Women often served in positions within the military as tank drivers or snipers, because even though they were permitted to see combat, they usually weren’t serving as infantry. Tatiana is no different. The Spetsnaz carries a sorted history and past within modern Russia, but at the time of its primary use in world war 2, it was simply special ops pertaining to guerilla warfare. (As in, sabotage, espionage and ambushes carried out behind enemy lines.) The Spetsnaz was under jurisdiction of the GRU. Hence after the war ending, Tatiana transitioning into a full time intel officer within the GRU at the advent of the Cold War.

As for Ivan, after World War 2, the KGB was born after the NKVD sort of reformed into the KGB in simple terms. It was extremely common for KGB officers to have military backgrounds following the Second World War. So it’s not at all far fetched that following the advent of the Cold War, Ivan would have been offered a position given his strong military record, and pronounced loyalty to the state.

Both the GRU and KGB were intelligence agencies operating within the Soviet Union. They had a VERY STRONG bureaucratic rivalry where both organizations were constantly fighting to be the agency that held the most precedent and authority within the Soviet Union. Despite this, they very rarely, did work together. And if we’re being technical, the GRU actually won the rivalry, as it still exists to this day in modern Russia, where the KGB dissolved into the FSB following the collapse of the Union.

( Even though Tatiana (pronounced like Tat’yana, if you’re not familiar with the non-western pronunciation ) is my real name, it is a Russian name that was also extremely popular in the era I based the AU, so it seems very fitting. )

i would beg on my hands and knees for you to upload the fic you mentioned in your latest piece, i'd be your first kudos! and your art is so gorgeous and inspiring you have no idea how lovely it is seeing it on my tl, it makes me wanna reach for a pencil and sketch <3

Don’t make me regret this…

I would link this on Ao3 but I forgot my password to my account and I’m too lazy to go get it.

——————————————————————————-

"Ivan."

Tatiana's voice drifted through the mist.

His back was to her as he walked down a quiet alley just beyond Red Square, the distant lights reflecting off rain-slick cobblestones. He stopped mid-step before slowly turning to face her.

"Lyubimaya."

A faint pause.

"I didn't hear you coming."

His voice was flat, controlled, almost cold.

Tatiana closed the distance between them almost instinctively. As she approached, Ivan remained perfectly still. His expression was composed, his posture rigid, every inch the senior KGB officer he had trained himself to become. His eyes tracked her movements with quiet precision, his head tilting ever so slightly as she came closer.

To anyone watching, he was unreadable, sharp, disciplined, untouchable.

No one could have guessed the tenderness that existed between them.

Only Tatiana noticed it: the almost imperceptible softness in his eyes that surfaced only when he looked at her.

"I was in the area," she said softly. "I kept watching the Lubyanka, waiting for you to come out."

For a brief moment, Ivan's gaze lifted past her shoulder, sweeping the alley with practiced efficiency. Windows. Rooftops. Street corners.

No witnesses.

Only then did he step forward and press the faintest kiss against her cheek.

It lasted scarcely a heartbeat, a silent confession that he was glad she had come.

"Ivan."

This time her voice carried an edge.

"I need to talk to you."

Despite the firmness in her tone, longing and exhaustion lingered plainly across her face.

"I want to resign from the GRU."

For the first time in years, Ivan's composure cracked.

Shock.

Then panic.

Then something fiercely protective.

"Nyet."

His hands found her shoulders with surprising force. His jaw tightened.

It was the first time he had ever truly denied her.

"You'll be dead before your resignation papers ever leave the desk."

His voice dropped to a whisper, cold as wind through bare winter branches.

"Do you think they would let you walk away? After everything you know?"

He hesitated only a fraction of a second before adding quietly, "With me?"

His grip softened.

One hand slid to her cheek, his thumb brushing gently across her skin as though afraid she might disappear.

"They would drown you in a bathtub before sunrise, moya lyubov..."

His voice nearly failed him.

"...and I..."

For the first time, she saw desperation behind his eyes.

"I would become a traitor to the Union trying to stop them."

The truth settled between them like lead.

Ivan held immense authority within the KGB.

Yet even he could not shield her from the machine they both served.

Tatiana's shoulders sagged.

"I can't keep doing this."

Her voice barely rose above the whispering wind.

"I hate sneaking around. Every meeting... every conversation... always looking over my shoulder."

She swallowed hard.

"I want to leave."

A pause.

"I just want to walk away."

Even as she spoke the words, she knew how impossible they were.

Ivan inhaled slowly, willing himself back under control.

"You think it's that easy?"

There was bitterness in his voice now, not directed at her, but at the world that had trapped them both.

"Dorogaya..."

He looked away for a moment before meeting her eyes again.

"You have no idea what you're asking."

She lowered her head.

"I know."

A long silence stretched between them.

"I know it won't work."

When she looked back up, tears shimmered in her eyes.

"I just kept holding onto hope."

Her voice trembled.

"That maybe... this time... you'd tell me I wasn't crazy."

She smiled sadly.

"That somehow we'd find a way."

Ivan stared at her for several long seconds.

Then, without a word, he cupped her face in both hands and kissed her.

It wasn't desperate.

It wasn't passionate.

It was slow, careful, and impossibly gentle, as though he were trying to memorize the feeling.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested briefly against hers.

"You know that's not the nature of what we do."

"I wish you'd married me after the war," Tatiana whispered.

"I wish we hadn't been separated."

"I wish—"

Ivan gently placed a finger against her lips.

He shook his head.

No.

Not because he disagreed.

Because he couldn't bear hearing her mourn a life neither of them had been allowed to have.

Instead, he offered her his arm.

Together they walked through the narrow alley like any ordinary couple taking an evening stroll.

For a few precious minutes, they could pretend.

When they emerged onto the streets of Moscow, Ivan quietly released her arm.

He leaned casually against the stone embankment overlooking the river, slipping his hands into the pockets of his greatcoat.

In the distance, the colorful domes of St. Basil's Cathedral glowed through the mist.

Tatiana lingered in the mouth of the alley before stepping into the light beside him.

"We still have each other."

Ivan gave the slightest nod.

There was nothing left to say.

Promises had become unnecessary years ago.

Their devotion existed in silence, in stolen glances, hidden meetings, and moments measured in seconds.

Tatiana looked carefully up and down the street.

No one was watching.

She stepped close enough that only he could hear her breathing.

Then she pressed the faintest kiss to the corner of his mouth.

It was gone almost before it happened.

Without another word, they turned and walked away in opposite directions, disappearing into the mist.

Neither looked back.

They never did.

And there you have it, the full fic and context to this piece. I am a concept artist so sometimes when I make these pieces for fun I like to imagine little stories that accompany them. This is part of a continuous series I have for my dumbass yume ship that follows a historical exploration of soviet intelligence agencies following world war 2 into the Cold War.

I return with more self indulgent yume stuff. It’s a very nice outlet to take a break from my project. I wrote a FIC for this particular piece but, I’m too shy to share.

I am so sorry I am putting this here in tumblr. This is my fuckass yume ship. I just wanted to post it here with a note about how I’ve been increasingly disillusioned with my indie project, it makes me sad how hard I work on it for little to no recognition. I’m taking a break from it for sure, as I re-evaluate what I even want from it because I’m on the edge of giving up completely. In the meantime I re-discovered self indulgent slop and have been painting stupid fuckass shit again. Ivan has been my muse for god knows how many years and I care him deeply. so as cringe as it is, this brought me joy.

tdp-official

The Duskwing is an opportunistic predator, instantly recognizable by its immense wingspan and vibrant display feathers. A member of the Genoid clade, it ranges between the Lurid Grasslands, Pestilent Thickets, and Noxious Jungles, making it one of the most adaptable creatures of the mutated biomes.

Its transient lifestyle allows it to thrive in some of the world’s harshest environments, and it is often considered the most dangerous predator of the Lurid Grasslands. Duskwings are typically solitary or travel in mated pairs, hunting small animals and scavenging weakened larger prey.

While not the apex threat of the mutated biomes, they remain highly aggressive and are a significant danger to anything crossing their territory. Males are distinguished by brightly colored feathers attached to their wings, which they use in elaborate courtship dances. Once paired, Duskwings mate for life.

den-with-6-ns

These have been realllly fun exercises for me

tdp-official

Part 1: showcasing Dòrok's scientific institutions: The Institute Dòrok of Biosciences

Science occupies a unique place within Dòrok society, extending far beyond research laboratories and universities. Scientific organizations hold seats within the government itself, granting them direct political influence and a central role in shaping national policy. Alongside the medical sciences, the Institute of Dòrok Biosciences receives some of the highest levels of funding and government support in Dòrok, reflecting the nation's belief that scientific advancement is the foundation of its prosperity, innovation, and future.

The Institute of Dòrok Biosciences' jurisdiction encompasses a wide range of disciplines including, but not limited to: ecology, microbiology, biotechnology, genetics, and evolutionary science. The institute's biotechnology division is particularly renowned, responsible for pioneering the creation of biomechanics and fostering the creation of organisms such as the Dowámna.

The institute is so expansive that it maintains its own independent combat and explorers divisions known as the Shilbasuk. Meaning 'Shadow Hands' in Dòrok language, they're composed of highly trained scientific personnel.

Rather than serving as conventional soldiers, these specialists are deployed to study dangerous ecosystems, contain biological threats, recover rare specimens, and test experimental technologies in the field. Their creation marked the world's first formal military-scientific corps, blurring the line between researcher and combatant.

den-with-6-ns

I can’t wait to draw the tone science branches

tdp-official

The Hooksnout is a herbivorous grazer that travels in small pods of two to five individuals. A member of the Genoid clade, it is generally docile and prefers to avoid conflict, though its powerful, bony head can become a lethal battering ram when threatened.

Among its most distinctive features are its two pairs of eyes and nostrils.

Each eye moves independently, granting the Hooksnout an exceptionally wide field of vision, akin to a chameleon, while its complex respiratory system allows it to thrive in the lesser polluted mutated biomes.

Hooksnouts inhabit the flowering meadows of the Lurid Grasslands, where they use their long tongues to strip flowers, fungi, shrubs, and berry-bearing plants of edible matter. Though not especially vocal, they communicate through soft puffs, snorts, and high-pitched whines shared among their pod.

den-with-6-ns

The first test run on depicting creatures who live in the mutated biomes

tdp-official

As promised, these are the winners keychain prize designs for the Dorok drawing competition that took place, the top 3 point contributors (technically five because two other individuals tied for 3rd place) would get to choose from. If there was ever the demand for it, these designs would go into the creation of the Dòrok official merch store, in which any and all proceeds would go directly into funding the comic production.

den-with-6-ns

I got the sticker and print orders in too for the remaining prizes

tdp-official

Congratulations team Anja!

And congratulations not only to the biggest point contributors but to every single person who participated!

@quohotos @phantaphanta @selkieself

den-with-6-ns

Congratulations to team Anja! You all did amazing and I will be looking into makung the prizes for everyone who participated!

tdp-official

Introducing Bhumēsci [vumeːˈʃi]

Nestled within the fertile heart of the Habitable Zone, Bhumēsci is a constitutional monarchy of rolling highlands, river valleys, vineyards, and mist-covered trade cities. Though small in size, its position beside Festællan, the world's dominant superpower, has made it one of the most strategically important nations on the continent.

For centuries, Bhumēsci thrived as a maritime trade power. Its northern island ports connected inland nations to global shipping routes, bringing immense prosperity and influence through its alliance with Ocche. At its height, the kingdom became known as a stable neutral intermediary, rich in commerce and diplomacy.

But prosperity rarely lasts forever.

After rising tensions with Ocche, the nation of Yisulkahl seized Bhumēsci’s largest trade port and their sole island, crippling its economy almost overnight. Refugees fled south as the kingdom spiraled into instability, until neighboring Festællan opened its borders and stepped in as protector, investor, and eventually dominant partner.

Today, Bhumesci has transformed completely.

Yet despite everything, Bhumēsci endures.

Beyond the smokestacks of industry, the countryside remains untouched: terraced vineyards stretching across emerald hills, ancient villages hidden in river valleys, and a monarchy that still serves as the symbolic heart of the nation.

A country reshaped by loss, survival, and adaptation, standing uneasily between sovereignty and dependence.

den-with-6-ns

I’ve finally been able to finish up some of the nation maps, I had to get the ocean names translated.

tdp-official

The Dòrok Sky Mammoth — the largest military vessel in this world.

Comparable in size to an aircraft carrier and staffed by nearly 3,000 personnel, yet it serves an entirely different purpose. Dòrok’s engineering philosophy has never been military-first; their machines are designed as engineering marvels before they are efficient weapons of war.

As the only nation to fully standardize propulsion-based hover technology across its aircraft, Dòrok has pushed airborne engineering far beyond any rival. The Sky Mammoth stands as the pinnacle of that ambition: a battleship-class aircraft built for overwhelming ground assault, carrying enough artillery to level entire cities alone.

But power comes at a cost. These colossal vessels are painfully slow, vulnerable to aerial attack, and dependent on massive escort formations for protection. Each one requires nearly 30 years to construct, and only 12 exist in total.

Because of this, the Sky Mammoth is rarely deployed. For all its terrifying firepower, it is often considered less a practical war machine and more of a liability hovering above the battlefield.

den-with-6-ns

Even though this one is in the sketchier side I really like how it turned out

tdp-official

Shussar’s Army — large aircraft personnel uniforms and ranks.

In a world where nations create airships the size of naval vessels, military structures begin to blur the line between airforce and navy. In Dòrok, the airships themselves are classified with naval terminology, and so are the crews that operate them.

Designing these uniforms became a fascinating exercise in worldbuilding because it forced me to think beyond modern Western military structure. Dòrok is not America. It is not a global superpower, nor a nation built around military dominance. Its armed forces developed through a completely different cultural lens, with different priorities, traditions, and ideas of hierarchy.

That especially shaped the uniforms. While many real-world Central Asian and Eurasian militaries that Dòrok draws its inspiration from eventually adopted Western standards (I.e peaked caps, epaulets, standardized insignias) Dòrok retained its own visual identity. Rank is represented through sashes rather than epaulets, creating a system that feels both functional and culturally distinct.

Hats also play an important role in Dòrok’s culture, so different military roles are identified through unique headwear. The Gunner’s hat, for example, draws inspiration from the nation’s archers of old. Even in an era of futuristic weaponry and massive aerial warships, traces of older traditions still remain woven into the uniform itself.

den-with-6-ns

This was a really really fun exercise for me to do. I gotta do the other branches sometime.

Heyo, summoned here by the hetalia arts i saw being reposted, and stumbled into EVEN SICKER ARTS and a project i didnt even know existed! I'll be looking into the projects, but i wanted to ask for the small heta side, have you ever made Canada? I'm a canadian and I just like seeing others takes on him! If not possible, totally get it, have a good day and sick ass arts!

I have actually. I don’t post a whole lot of my fandom stuff anymore but I certainly do draw it somewhat often. Something something, I feel less fulfilled when I feel like I’m forced to do/ am over reliant on drawing fandom, something something it’s more fun for me to do it, well, for fun.

Forgive me, this is a really rough sketch but I drew this really recently as a silly piece for my silly au. In my brain Canada is still America’s brother, so, evidently he looks similar to Alf, BUT, I really like to visually distinguish them, and in my historical AU Mattie is a pilot and Alf is an Engineer, because I actually think the one with the more hands on combat experience lends itself better to Matt: a shy but competent pilot with Alf being a confident, self assured, master class combat engineer.

#hetalia fanart #canada hetalia #hetalia canada #matthew williams #hetalia #anime #anime fanart #anime art #my art #fanart #sketch #drawing #aph canada #aph #hetalia axis powers #aph hetalia

tdp-official

Introducing

Anja and Nazusha - Protagonist and Deuteragonist

Anja - She’s all instinct and fire: the kind of person who dives first, thinks later, but beneath the adrenaline is someone rebuilding herself piece by piece, learning that strength isn’t just destruction, it’s restraint.

Her scars tell the truth. Her plane Azlanaë keeps her grounded.

And for the first time in her life, she’s not running, she’s choosing who she becomes.

Nazusha - Calculation wrapped in silk and gold: brilliant, controlled, and always watching. To his people, he is stability. To his enemies, a closed door. To himself, a man who never got to be one.

He believes power is sacrifice. That order must be maintained, no matter the cost.

But beneath the mask, there’s something quieter, someone who cooks to remember family, who protects too fiercely, who wonders what life might’ve been without the crown.

She is freedom. He is responsibility.

She breaks the rules. He writes them.

They meet in the space between.

Not as monarch and mercenary.

But as two people learning how to live in a broken, yet mysterious post apocalyptic world .

den-with-6-ns

Post introducing the two main characters