#avice

[foxdoodles]

(oc) nobody's daughter

[cabinette]

Avice baby light of my life come back home please i miss yu

[the-evil-cosmic]

I’m making a bloodborne au of my boyfriend and my ocs, I did my half first, he’s working on his… I made Avice so cool…

I do think after trying it both ways I prefer for his medical gown to stay fitted until after the hips, like a wedding dress. I feel like he’d move very stylishly 🙂‍↕️

[abigailbridgetbarker]

Lord Avice the Wise

Long ago, there was a wealthy and beautiful city. One day, an alchemist came to that city. His called himself, Lord Avice the Wise. He introduced himself as a great scholar and famed alchemist. He gave them medicine that healed the sick and even healed those near death. Within a year, no one in that city fell ill or died of any illness. He created wonderful magical trinkets that he sold for pennies, so everyone could afford them, not only the rich. One day he announced to the citizens that he knew how to make a potion that would make one strong as a hero, be beautiful and live forever. He promised to share that potion to the citizens and anyone who would help him make that potion. So he convinced the people, the mayor and the count, ruling the land and the city, to help. He planted a sapling in the middle of the orchard that was the pride of the city. He said the sapling needed to be fed with fruit juice and fruit pulp. He said that once the sapling grew into a great tree, the tree would bear fruit and the juice of the fruit could be used in a ritual for a potion of eternal youth and power. He said the more the tree was fed, the faster it would grow and it would take years instead of decades before the tree could bear fruit. The citizens aided him eagerly. However, something was wrong. One by one, the trees in the orchard started dying. Despite this, the only one who seemed to be alarmed was an old hermit who lived on the outskirts of the city, near the woods. He warned them that tree would bring ruin, but the people were so eager to drink that marvelous potion that they ignored him. Eventually all the trees in the orchard died, but the tree bore no fruit. ‘Not enough, we need more!’ said Avice the Wise. So the citizens scoured the land around the city, looking for wild fruit-trees and berries. Soon, all the fruit-bearing trees and berry bushes in the lands around the city started dying, just as the ones in the orchard had and soon there were none left, and yet the tree still bore no fruit. It had grown quite large, but not a single pair or apple grew on the tree. When the citizens confronted him, Avice shook his head appearing just as frustrated as the city folk and said, ‘I thought that would be enough, but the tree needs more. Fruit is not enough. I didn’t want to resort to this, but living creatures surely will bring more sustenance to the tree than fruit and berries ever will.’ So Avice convinced the lord of the city and the lands surrounding it, to allow everyone to hunt game , under the condition they bring what they hunted to the tree. Every day, they brought in game and drenched the tree with the blood of the animals and buried their bodies under the roots of the tree. The tree started growing faster than ever before. This spurred everyone on and everyone doubled their efforts. The old hermit aghast at what was happening warned the citizens again, but he was banned from the city.

Eventually the day came, when no more game was to be found. Even the birds were gone, including the birds of prey. Then starving wolves started attacking the livestock. So the people started hunting the wolves and bears and offered their remains to the tree. The tree grew but still bore no fruit. When there were no more wolves or bears, they turned on their livestock. They butchered all their sheep, goats, cows, horses, donkeys, chicken, pigs, ducks and mules. They butchered their dogs, cats, and the lord and his nobles butchered their falcons and hounds. The tree grew, its trunk almost as thick as a castle’s tower and tall as a two story house, yet it still bore no fruit.

One day the hermit had enough, he marched into town hall were everyone was debating what to do next and threatened to inform the nearby lords of this madness if they didn’t stop. The citizens beat the old man until he could move no more. And they took him to the tree. They bled him dry and buried him under the roots of the tree. Finally, the tree started blooming. The flowers were dark red, almost black and the they gave off a sickly sweet smell. Like that of decaying fruit. ‘At last!’ said Avice, ‘the tree has flowered, not long and it will bear fruit. But the tree needs to be fed more lives!’ The citizens brought all those, condemned to death, to the tree and sacrificed them. When the tree still bore no fruit, they killed all the criminals, even those that had committed lesser crimes and deserved no death. Then they turned on the outcasts, the beggars and the insane and then they turned on the elderly. They dragged them kicking and screaming to the tree and one by one they murdered their parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles and granduncles and grandaunts. And when that was not enough they even sacrificed the young, followed by their wailing mothers.

And then finally the tree started bearing fruit.

The citizens rejoiced and they threw a great feast, using up their food reserves. Immortality was in their grasps; soon they would have no need for food. However, one was not reveling in the feast. Avice the Wise did not seem to rejoice and when they asked him what was wrong, he said, ‘The fruit haven’t ripened yet, it needs more lives.’

‘What else do we have left left to sacrifice to the tree?’ asked the people of Avice. And finally, lord Avice the Wise Man revealed his true self. His skin sunk in, his eyes dried up and before all, he turned into a corpse and the corpse spoke, ‘well, it’s quite obvious,’ it said and pointed at the people. Then Avice cast a spell, and it rooted everyone in place, except for four people: the lord’s son, the major, the lord’s knights captains, and the lord’s daughter. The four of them had conspired together with the lich known as Avice the Wise from the very beginning. Avice had promised them and them alone eternal life and invincibility. Unbeknownst to all but to the lich, the tree’s roots had spread beneath the entire the city and into the lord’s lands surrounding the city. The roots burst out of the ground writhing like tentacles of a great leviathan and latched onto all and fed on them while they screamed for mercy. Then the roots wrapped itself around the walls of all the houses and the walls of the city and dragged it all down into the ground. In moments, nothing remained but a barren wasteland, devoid of civilization or life. All but the tree the lich and the four traitors.

When Avice and the four betrayers approached the tree, they saw seventeen great fat bladders of flesh hanging from its branches. The fruit was ripe for harvest.

[psychicbeetle]

Avice Surfing The Limbus

For navigating in the Limbus, it´s wise to know a means of transportation.

Also, Happy Pride Month especially to all you bisexuals out there!

[bl00dy0rchid]

Just wanted to draw a small Drax and Avice :3

[nemmienimbus]

Polyamorous kisses!!! In which Ches gets tsundere-jealous that the other two are having a moment, so they overload him with affection :)

[tsubasaclones]

my terrible daughter