Renowned be the lion-hearted.

So let's pray, And blessed shall be our leader; We follow the noble and bright. [A Fire Emblem: Awakening OC blog.Affiliated with fortqashliq.]

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urge to return here rises..... i’ve been rping on discord lately in DnD settings, things are really good and juicy.

[nuroodle]

took my old ocs, connor and rosa, flipped their alignments around and turned them into aasimar for an RP i’m doing with friends! i’ll finish this wip lol

[nuroodle]

some sketches i did in the past few weeks, trying to keep the drawing hand limber

also i love emet-selch

[earthdad]

someone: what do you want to be for Halloween?

me: loved and appreciated

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      "And here's a report on All Hallow's Eve, live from inside this musty and rank privy I'm taking the longest shit in."

      "There are brats everywhere asking me for candy, one of the urchins stole my money, Rosa's brought out her pet Revenant again, and I'm taking leave for the whole of next week. That is all, goodbye, and I resume taking this shit-- Oh, sweet Naga’s perky tits, my stomach hurts."

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[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

― Love and Death (1975) Sonja: To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving.

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Prologue

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   As the Elven man dispersed in a cloud of black smoke, Nora’s tormenting seemed to increase. Thrashing against the cold surface of the library floor, blood would smudge and pool beneath the tormented mage.  To describe it—it felt as if her body was aflame, unknownst to the girl; the scratches that formed along her pained form were burned across her skin. 

  Her screaming would cease briefly, a choked gurgle replaced the shrieking before a drop of cool water pattered against her skin. Yet this liquid that dripped on to her face felt like acid—it soon fizzled and evaporated into smoke as it made contact with Nora’s skin. The burning sensation against her face turned her paled features a reddened pink in the shape of the spilled droplets that fell upon her.  

  The screaming resumed—although, it was no longer a pained scream—more out of anger. Her body would twist and arch abnormally—limbs would seem as though it would snap as her rag doll form rose from the ground. Her hand would grab the Connor; hot anger consuming the young mage’s vision in a sea of red and hot white….she had no control of her body at this point. A guttural growl vibrated within her throat—her teeth clenched as blood and saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth as her death grip yanked the boy closer, “Fool! She is mine! Do not interfere!!!” spat the possessed mage.

  Fighting to keep her hold on him, she clawed and tried to choke the boy. But to no avail. The next moment the enchantress found herself forced back down on the cold floor by the frightened Paladin. Kicking, and spitting profanities in draconic– “Jaseve jacioniv! Jacioniv sepa ui sini!—-Sini! Sini!!!!” she would scream. 

  It almost seemed like a scene from a nightmare had been unleashed into this world. Arching away from Connor, another pulse of light vibrated the ground below them. The force of this pulse sent cracks along the stone floors, toppling book shelves and turning over a few standing tables on to their sides.

  As debris began falling around them, another white light emitted from the mage—her eyes although still white, emitted the same glow. The holy symbol of the Raven Queen began to glow as well within her pouch, but as soon as it began to glow with its magical essence, black feathers sprung forth from behind Nora. Her back would arch in the same position, but it seemed as if someone or something was trying to separate her and an invisible force.  

  The sound of shattered glass ripped through the air as Nora’s holy symbol split in two. The feathers began to disperse, the white light fading but, taking what looked like to be a smokey, formless essence with it.

  Silence followed once again—seconds which felt like an eternity would pass till it was broken by Nora inhaling deeply for the first time. As air began to filled the mage’s chest, the heaviness in the room seemingly disappeared for the time being. The white in her eyes faded back to her deep brown hues as her back collapsed on to the ground. A low thud echoed through the library as her body hit the ground. Energy spent trying to fight off the demon took a toll on Nora’s body as she lay motionless….breathing normally, but motionless for the most part.

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     At that moment, he stopped thinking.

     Nora's tenor voice was marred with blood and whatever that tried to set foot into the mortal realm-- it was only then his limbs moved according to training. The tips of his fingers were cold enough to start freezing, yet for just one moment was deft enough to wrench her --its?-- hand off, and twist it. Connor grabbed the abomination's hair by the braid, and slammed its face into the library's cold floor.

     Nora's body still felt as fragile as an eggshell, and the caution he handled her with back in the forest's clearing only lingered in the back of his mind. Abominations weilded strength that could rival several men --the lack of which being the only indicator that the mage was still herself. Given sufficient prayer, she'd live.

     "The denizens of evil watched across the planes,      And grew jealous of the life,      They could not feel, could not touch.      In blackest envy were they born,      And in blackest envy shalt they remain."

     The words spilled out from his mouth --perhaps bravado hadn't fully left him, after all.

     "Remain in your fucking plane, demon, and I won't have to fucking wipe the floor with your ugly face in the name of the Silver Dragon."

     A feeling of unease settled in his bones --what if this could honestly lead to him crossing blades with an actual demon? Shit, he wasn't strong enough. He was bullshitting right from the start there's no way he could--

                                   --Crack.

     A burst of light interrupted his train of thought, the force accompanying it enough to throw him off her. Connor caught hold of a worn floorboard just in the nick of time, throwing his weight to the floor in an attempt to remain within reach. Black feathers appeared with the light, or rather from it. Perhaps their struggle had been so pathetic and embarrassing to watch, a third party sook to interfere before more innocents died.

     If Knight-Captain Bertram ordered a report from this expedition, the only thing Connor could bother to leave is 'This magic shit is fucking weird'.

     "Is it.. over?" Rosaline asked, from under the cover of a turned-over bench. Furthest from the blast, she apparently managed to avoid being hit by flying debris, much to Connor's delight. He'd been tired from killing blue fish-monsters, jumping through portals and dealing with demons already, rescuing his sister from furniture seemed like one task too many.

     The older Paladin sauntered to Nora's limp body, looking her over. Her face was blotchy from where the water spilled, and beyond the exhausiton sitting on his eyelids, Connor still felt there was yet something he could do.

     "Fuck if I know," He said, gingerly touching her cheeks, and gave whatever healing he could. "Just... watch her, would you?"

     Connor heard his little sister protest, but couldn't listen. He fell to the floor beside the mage, exhausted and overwhelmed --he’d have to hear her nagging some other time.

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IN GENERAL :: Not only am I weighed down with irl stress, but I have a disorder that makes it extremely hard for me to sit down and a focus on writing replies for more than a few minutes. I can’t help it. Please just be patient with me. I know it’s frustrating. I’m trying, but it’s difficult because I just sit there and force myself to stare at replies because my mind is fragmented and all over the place. I want to write, but I can’t when I’m distracted by every little thing.

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Prologue

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   Everything went pitch black. The fading afternoon light of Sanctuary—the library and whatever else was in her line of vision disappeared in a thick curtain of darkness.  Her breath instantly became lodged in her throat—the struggle to breathe was as if she were drowning. Gasping and convulsing in her desperation, she tried to fight back.

    Begging for the Raven Queen’s help she felt a sudden coolness came over her—the very life and strength she had beginning to slip away as the demon’s voice began to speak to her.

   Oh most holy goddess of death, winter and fate, guard me so that I may—…

                      Your prayers are useless, child…     Find strength in my time of need. Look upon thy faithful servant….

                       Do you think your new found faith can save you?                        Pitiful Child. Your fate has been sealed from the day                        you were born!

    GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!

Silence soon followed.

A second passed…two seconds….

    As her body began to turn cold—a sudden burst of light submersed her in a warmth—however before she could react to the aid that was provided; it seemed to upset the entity that sought control of Nora’s mortal form. 

   From Connor’s perspective, Nora’s body lay still on the ground, her breathing seemingly have returned to normal. At the third second the demon that was tormenting the young mage spoke directly to the paladins: Insolent fools! Dirt beneath my feet…you do not know what I am capable of! At the end of the demon’s outburst, Nora’s chest would rise, her back arching from the flat ground as a scream ripped past the mage’s lips. Blood began spilling from the corner of her mouth as she thrashed about, the smell of burning flesh would start to fill the room—-the entity that attacked seemed to manifest long deep scratches along the tormented girl’s body. Initially the scratches would appear like a burn before sinking deep into an actual cut.

    Long deep and jagged, her once white acolyte uniform began to dye a deep shade of red with every deep groove that appeared against her alabaster skin. 

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     "You're capable of shutting the fuck up, that's what!" Connor angrily screamed to the corpse in return, fingers struggling to hold onto a vial of holy water in his hands.

     The protection he casted on Nora helped only so little. Whatever entity commanded Sanctuary was indeed powerful, and for a moment, the young Paladin could finally see some reason past pride and the spur of youth. It only took the mage's white tunic to be dyed in her own blood for him to fully understand the gravity of the situation they'd been in.

     For once, he didn't know what to do.

     Nora was surely suffering from possession, but there were no telltale signs of her being overtaken by a demon --she'd be covered in postules at first, then mutated into an abomination, otherwise. Was this a demon of Terror? Or perhaps Rage, from the smell of burning flesh?

     Beside him, Rosaline was drew two more darts and sent them flying in the air. Thankfully, one sank right through the elven corpse's heart, before falling to the floor as pale-purple flesh sublimed into wisps of black smoke.

     Immediately, she snatched a light crossbow from Connor's belt, loading it with a small arrow, eyes darting wildly for the two spectres.

     "How's Nora?" She snapped, back turned on him. "Also, I'm borrowing this."      "And you snap at me when I take your stuff."      "That's because you never ask."

     "Like this is any different?!" He yelled, before redirecting his focus back onto the task at hand-- Nora. Instinct and years of Paladin trianing yelled at him to heal her wounds, or get his sister to, lest they'd lose her to simple bleeding before an actual demon got through the Astral Plane. That would be unfortunate, to say the least.

     "Come on, mage chick, wake up! Snap out of it, wake the fuck up-- whoops." Midst the scuffle, he lost grip on the vial. Its contents, cold and already freezing at the edges, spilled onto Nora's face.

     At first, he thought why not? Perhaps the best way to rid of evil was to literally dip it in waters blessed by the paragon of all that is good and lawful.

     And then her face started to burn.

     "BAHAMUT'S TEETH, FUCK, SHIT, I'M SORRY"--

[warmbun]

me: *wailing dramatically while wandering the halls of my dark mansion in a long black chiffon dressing gown with a black feather trim that trails behind me about a foot over a simple and elegant black silk slip dress, holding a fully lit candelabra and leaving a trail of wax drippings on my hardwood floors*

my spouse: *turns on the hall light* we fucking talked about this

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Prologue

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  As her feet reached solid ground, Nora looked about—nostalgia hitting her like a ton of bricks until her eyes settled upon the shambles that was once the library. A sense of fear that seemed colder than the bite of the frigid cold of the mountain air ran down her spine, ignoring the fact Connor proceeded to throw up his breakfast across the snow covered stone floors. Dashing about the room, her head would whip about trying to remember where the dark figures and her master stood. Glancing towards the door that was left ajar from the previous intrusion, the mage began making her way towards the open door.

  She heard not Rosa’s warning as her feet took flight, the sound of her quickened footsteps echoed within the empty Library as she ran towards the door. Almost making it past Rosa, the acolyte felt herself forcibly yanked back briefly breaking the lure that called out to her.

  Jerking back in protest, Nora turned back to see the steel gaze of the younger Paladin. While her warning did hit a chord with the enchantress, Nora didn’t seem to understand what was happening. One moment she had been standing on the other side of the library and the next she was standing near the threshold of the door. However, in her gut the mage did not want to stand around waiting for Connor to compose himself or Rosa to stealth about. Time was at the essence and she did not know if her master was still alive!

  The silence and unsettling stillness of Sanctuary only seemed to cause the mage to lose hope of finding him—let alone anyone alive. Something wasn’t right—that was true….yet at the same time there was a sort of strong pull that seemed to call out to her so pleasantly. The warmth would wrap her in a sensation that felt like a moth being drawn painstakingly close to an open flame.

  “I’m sorry, I…” stopping mid-sentence Nora’s eyes suddenly rolled back as if she were about to faint. Her once brown gaze quickly faded to white as the enchantress suddenly went limp. Her weight almost bearing down on Rosa for support—her breath stolen, her chest heaving and convulsing in desperation for air. In her struggle, a voice seemed to rip through the empty corridors of the monastery.

                           “You’ve finally returned Elanora Lucette Schiffer.”

  The doors of the Library slamming shut with a crackle of wood splinters breaking into the air. A strong gust of wind ripped through the library as clouds of two dark pillars appeared before the trio revealing the dark cloaked figures that Nora had described earlier.

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     She should've known.

     A part of Rosa wanted to believe that mages of any kind were in control of their own magic, that despite the attack on Sanctuary it posed no threat of possession, that the monastery hadn't been saturated with evil searching for vassals to leech into. Clearly, there was some truth in rumors spread about the mages.

     Wasting no time, she grabbed Nora's arm and hauled the limp sorceress over her shoulder. Relief warmed her heart at the sight of her brother already on his feet, but his fists weren't what she needed at the moment. She dashed to his side, side-glancing the two cloaked figures as they floated closer.

     The taste of fear blended well with Sanctuary's frozen air.

     "Your plan," Rosa huffed, flipping Nora into Connor's arms, drawing two darts from her shins. The poor girl twitched and groaned, tortured by whatever was trying to get a foothold into the living. "Your call."

     "The fuck did you-- HOLY MOTHER OF SHIT, IS SHE POSSESSED?!"

     "Barely fighting it, so help her!" She said letting the darts fly from her hands, while her brother screamed.

     The first dart hit one of the apparitions, which disappeared into a cloud of smoke. The second went wide, but not after knocking off the remaining spectre's hood. Long, pointed ears and high cheekbones marked the figure as an elf, but its eyes were an unnerving red, and black veins are spread across their sclera. His face was a paling grey from where frostbite took hold, but purple veins indicated that the man was long dead.

     A corpse, then.

     "Fucking hell," Connor spat, as a glyph of light shone underneath the trio in a protective circle. "Mages are one thing, but dead mages possessed by demons? It's only Tuesday, for fuck's sake!"

     "Thought you'd be excited by this," Rosa hissed, barely dodging a beam of cold wind and ice. Where was the other one? "Second thoughts already?"

     "Fuck no, I'm exhilirated!" He half-screamed, drawing his mace and shield. Exhaustion gripped at his gut, but never at his vigor. He cast one last look at Nora, and tried to push away the thought of having to fight her should she become an abomination.

     "Protection cast; whatever happens next is her fight!"

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this is a callout post  —-

keep writing

keep drawing

keep building up your OCs backstories

keep creating

continue putting yourself out there

fuck others opinions of what you’re doing

do YOU do what makes YOU happy

do it for yourself first and the results will follow

[punpunpurrin]

[[ Just posting more D&D stuff~ doodled a scene where @toshiyaargh ‘s two paladins: Connor and Rosaline saves Nora’s stupid sorceress ass from being lynched. u w u ]]

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Connor: If you dont shut your fuckin mouth im gon show u the back of my hand on the back of his hand is a scrawl in charcoal that says ‘please be nice to me’