Dec 29, 2019
“I am the Vanguard. You want past? Get through me.”
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“I am the Vanguard. You want past? Get through me.”
"𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘...𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒... ...𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝘩 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠."
Everyone else was doing it!
The boss-name generator
character features: q’donis devrahn
Just a fun little character game. Fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. Repost & tag away!
♢ EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:
Joy - Worry - Wistfulness - Tired - Acceptance
♢ GREETINGS:
Raised Hand - Smile - Waving - Hug - Nod
♢ COLORS:
Navy - Sangria - Snow - Onyx - Silver
♢ SCENTS:
Embers - Pine - Oak - Sweat -Lavender
♢ CLOTHING:
Long Coats - Boots - Armor - Gloves (Fingerless) - Swimming Trunks (Nothing Else)
♢ OBJECTS:
Swords - Necklaces - Backpack - Belts - Hair Ties
♢ VICES & BAD HABITS:
Impulsiveness - One track mind - Vanguard - Lack of self care - Prioritizes others
♢ BODY LANGUAGE:
Folded arms - Hand on hip - Idle pacing - Thoughtful chin rubs - Soft smiles
♢ AESTHETIC:
Muddy roads - Noir Knight - Camping in the rain - Warm homey rooms - Dirty hands
inspired by: @violet-warder
tagging: @lavender-hemlock @akaiwakizaka @impure-ivory @strawberry-arrows @blindkarakul @woodsins
"𝐸𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠... 𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠, 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓... 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛!"
Rusted: Part One
“Mom, what was my dad like?” The question came out quick and easy; easier than he thought it would be. But it didn’t ease his nerves - if anything, it spiked them. To his credit, he managed to push down on the urge to shake. He lightly jittered in his seat.
His mother’s gaze made him still, but the blank stare gave way to a simper, and he relaxed. He caught the flickering sadness in her aqua eyes, merely amplified by the wrinkles framing them. He never broached the topic before, for this exact reason.
“Your father...” she spoke slowly, hesitantly. She seemed to be lost in a memory. Her fingers brushed through whitish-red locks, her teeth nibbling at her lower lip. “He was a brilliant man. Had quite the way with words. He was...wise...and creative. But he was loving, too.” Her simper morphed into a warm smile.
Q’donis blinked. Why? “Why did he leave?” Everything went quiet. He was glad his sisters were in bed.
“I don’t know, Q’donis.”
He flinched. She only ever used the full name for stern topics. He squirmed in his seat.
“Wanderlust, perhaps. He desired to learn...we first met when he was visiting the Thaumaturge Guild.” His mother - as strong, firm, and kind as she was - wrung her hands together. “He...left before I knew I was carrying you.”
Q’donis glanced towards the table and furrowed his brows. All it did was spur more questions. The answers he had weren’t enough. But...he glanced upward. Green met aqua. He slipped out of his seat, padding bare feet against carpet, before throwing his arms around his mom. He burrowed his face against is mom’s neck, and her pams rubbed against his back, rubbing up through his hair.
“Sorry, mum,” he mumbled, “I just wanted to know...”
“I know.” Both her hands pressed against his shoulders and drew him back. “You were bound to grow curious.”
“Will I be like him, mom?”
Her fingers touched his cheeks, tilting his head upward. He blinked and furrowed his brows instinctively.
“Only his best qualities, Doni. He was not a bad man. He had his goals and ambitions. He just...made some mistakes. That’s what every person does.”
Q’donis scrunched up his nose. Mistakes were normal? But...his father’s mistakes hurt his mother...hurting someone he apparently loved...that was inexcusable.
“You won’t be like that, Doni,” she continued, hefting him up with ease. Her steps were well-paced, carrying him through the hall. His back met his bed, and he grunted out a grumble as she brushed aside his bangs.
“You’re my son. You’ll learn, and be strong, brave, and caring.”
His heart swelled, and he beamed up at her. She smiled back.
“Now get some sleep. I love you, Doni.”
“I love you too, mom.”
“All of mankind holds a power within; the power of life. This force is fragile...but eternal. Life begets more life and the cycle continues. This force, this power, is what drives it all...but what is...power?”