I decided to make the Overlord AU Gang in a slightly different style than I normally do! Enjoy!! :D
The Rebels
Morden and Tucker
The Overlords
King Boreas
Empress Iris
Lord Connors
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I decided to make the Overlord AU Gang in a slightly different style than I normally do! Enjoy!! :D
The Rebels
Morden and Tucker
The Overlords
King Boreas
Empress Iris
Lord Connors
Mini-comic of Marshall just having a bad day and Solis getting slapped for annoying them lmao
Also little drawings of the sillies :3
Another silly Boreas doodle!! Buddy is gonna get creature-ified because it’s fun to draw him hdbwns
Motives for the Overlord Trio because yes :3
King Boreas:
Wanted to destroy the royal family due to the Winterveil Extermination. Quickly realized that he couldn’t just leave Ravenna without a leader, and took up the mantle of king. Trying his best to fix issues such as the lack of resources and food in Tiberia, the way prisoners or deserters are punished, and removing any traces of the Order of Aesir from Ravenna.
Empress Iris:
Despised Ravenna for what they did to her father. Took over Sameria in attempt to not only weaken the kingdom’s alliances, but also to declare war against them. Once Boreas took over, the two kingdoms have become close through the rulers’ hatred and vengeance.
Lord Connors:
Horrendously traumatized from his experience with the Order. Chose to essentially become as powerful as possible to ensure he would never fall into their grasp again. Tried to get Tucker and Morden to join him, believing they would live the idea— but ended up splitting ways with them once he realized they were horrified with his plan. Still tries to convince Tucker whenever he visits Ravenna, though.
Uhhh lil’ fucked up drawing of King Boreas because I don’t draw him being an actual tyrant very often at all wahoo
Uhhh eye contact warning and slightly disturbing?? Mostly just cause I didn’t bother to clean up this sketch so it makes it look a little creepier ig
Basically just the guy being vaguely threatening with (potential) murder in his eyes
One of the first interactions between him and Marshall! They.. did not entirely get along too well at first. :3
Short drabble of OL!Neviro being sad n’ stuff because I like making him suffer <3 /aff
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It was cold. That certainly was the first thing he knew.
The king stood atop of the Castello, watching the world go by from his balcony.
It reminded him of home, in a sense. Not like he’d ever get to see it again, though.
The cool stone scratched against the palms of his hands as he gripped tightly onto it. He misses his Mama.
If he was told as a youngling that his kingdom would crumble, and that he would exist as the last remnants of his people? Of his family?
He thinks he would have cried. Maybe laughed, too. Probably both. He was always the sensitive one amongst them all.
He can hear the faint footsteps of his beloved behind him. He knows what’s to come.
The strained pull of a bow is all he needs to hear.
“I’m sorry, My Dear. You know that, don’t you?”
“…” The Prince Tyrant of Winterveil Ravenna gives no response. He doesn’t trust himself to speak without screaming.
“You were lovely. A light in my everlasting darkness. A flower that was early to bloom.”
The man ever so softly sighs. He picks at his nails. He wants to choke himself for believing he could ever be happy again.
A sting feels like it’s burning through his eyes. He doesn’t dare blink.
“You-” He starts. Softspoken. Barely heard through the roaring of the wind. His voice falters.
“..It must come to an end. It’s either your freedom, or mine. And I refuse to let this opportunity slip away from me.”
Oh how he wishes to be angry. To be furious. To feel the rage that had fueled him all those years ago.
And yet he finds nothing.
“….” He pleads with himself to cry. A single, bitter tear rolls down his cheek.
He can feel the hesitation rumbling through what once was his.
“…Still nothing, hm? I suppose I should have expected that.” There was no distaste in their tone. No hissing bite— no hatred, either.
Just.. disappointment.
The hand that holds his fate begins to release their pull.
“Say hello to your Mother for me, won’t you, Neviro?”
He closes his eyes. And smiles.
He was never meant to be happy.
Lmao have Boreas in a dress because i wanted to shitpost
Heeere’s a quick little angst doodle of a King Boreas! :3
Based on that previous drabble I wrote between him and Tucker!