Digits (I think this one is if I didn’t get the names wrong-) reference annnd
Digits art!
I added some affects on them so here’s one w/o the affects
Hope ya like it :D
ayyyy!!
yeah Digits, Virus, Lightout, and Hardrive are from the digital world, running through the code and machines freely.
per the names, Digits finds it easy to handle scrambling codes. they're able to cross over into the real world, only after it's crossed over into theirs. {hard to explain tbh- it's like the y stairs in the winchester mansion. beautiful place, recommend it a ton.}
Digits is involved in an apocalpyse story line, and tends to stick to the digital world, keeping an eye on Virus's activity as they are always prepared to stop it.
stuff below is just pointless backstory blathering, you have been warned. it's long. it's also all just probably gonna be the lore i figured out for em... there's so much TvT
this creature has been in progress for a long ass time, back-backstory being the fact that they were cursed after putting on an indoraptor like skull. now they still have their prior face, it's just covered up by the scales and teeth, as seen in most of my open mouth pictures of self, or in the thing in the background when you click on my profile.
the curse is the dark scales, it originated from the face and slowly spreading until part of the neck was covered, the legs had been deformed and all that was left of their hands was skin covering claws. a tail had sprouted and they could feel any pain that came from the scales.
by the point all this had happened, they realized it was caused by stress, and the golden stripe were marks of supposed permanence, soon this would be debunked when they met their first roommate, a hero who said he was from universe A16, after finding out one of their previous "bosses" was watching him, they picked him up and hid him in their place of work.
it was debunked due to the fact that under a high amount of stress in a chance encounter in which by the end, Therum was stressing about the fact that now they were this giant monster, gold marks all the way down, slowly losing feeling of skin. (basically looking as shown in picture above)
in a split second decision, they just got knocked out. when they awoke, they were back home, on a couch, back to normal.
after that they decided to just fully keep a room open for his use and then went off to buy a voodoo doll off a very sketchy doll seller {if you want more info, i'd be ecstatic to provide} so that way this dude don't get messed with!
course this isn't the end! on a walk they found a frog hybrid with some VERY nasty scars. the frog seemed to recognize Therum and went into a happy distress, therum realized "ah shi, someone knows me..." and then proceeded to tell them {with slight annoyance} that they had mistaken them for someone else.
eventually they just sighed, and since their home just sunk into the sea for a while, they take home another roommate. the reason why they were kept is because of the sheer amount of trauma and abuse going on over there.
so! back to the sketchy doll seller to buy a frog.
when they returned they immediately felt something was off and went into a furious panic, when one of the roommates walked in to see what the noise was about, they got transported somewhere very, very dangerous.
getting out of that zone, whoop! someone else is cursed, so gotta do that arc now.
they actually own a business as well, which is in this rundown buildings they're all staying in. it probably use to be an apartment complex, but now it's refurbished into "Therum's Artistry" where Therum doodles things for clients. there's an off shooting room which is where they stay and figure out possibilities in this blank abyss covered in scraps of paper connected by strings suspended in nothing{surprisingly, my actual profile pic is an example of this room}
the clients that come in can range from gods to just some children wanting a picture of a dragon. but ever since they've taken in both of these people they've been getting more and more letters from a split persona of their late boss. and gods that are bad news show up more and more.
so now as a side gig, partially also for their studies, they go off and check on other dimensions in specific zones or realities. which now upon the introduction of something weird, they've been hoping the one that's been sending them letters, doesn't drag some lovely idiots into this world they call Lyren!!
{can't think of anything more, i'll probably reblog this with more info if i find it.}
((Meant to be directly related to this post. Read that first!))
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Darnath meant safety.
It was an indisputable fact. A constant in his mind, backed up with evidence and nights spent curled up sometimes in the only place that held any sanctuary against the dangers lurking in his thought. It was comforting, and a cornerstone of Lyren's sometimes shaky stability around certain times of the year.
Darnath had tried to kill him.
He hadn't been in his right mind. Something was wrong. He, the demon, was clearly not in full control. These were all facts. And none of them changed the bruises dug deep, the rasp in his voice, the way he could taste blood in his throat everytime he coughed. The way he could still feel cold fingers wrapped around his throat and a face monstrous in rage.
The dawning victory of the rocket had been overshadowed swiftly. He had managed to send a swift message home, that it had gone through, and explained away the hoarseness in his voice as the rocket's fumes. And this had been after he sputtered down three potions.
The girls had believed it at least. He wasn't so sure about anyone else but it was them he was focused on. Questioning where Darnath was. Accepting hsi explanation with disappointment. He couldn't tell them, any of them, that someone they all loved was currently… gone mad.
Darnath's armor and clothes were charred in places, and Lyren didn't dare actually change them. It had been arcane, not fire, that had finally gotten Darnath away from him - or him away from Darnath really. Once he wasn't immediately in his sights the death knight seemed to… forget about him. As a target.
Unfortunately that didn't fix the situation… and it wasn't unique to Lyren. When he went after an Argent Crusaders Lyren teleported them both out of there, closer to Icecrown. The Argent Crusade wouldn't tolerate an undead, any undead, out of control.
He shivered in the chill winds beneath the citadel and eyed Darnath…. Darnath's body. There was none of the usual intelligence. Whatever had been going on… had reached a peak. There seemed nothing of him left.
Appearances were deceiving. The mark on his back still said Darnath was in front of him and as long as he was, there would be some way of getting him back. Clearly, this was an Icecrown problem. perhaps because of the hole in the sky, perhaps because of the broken helm. Lyren didn't know. But someone else might.
"Hey," Lyren talked to him as if he was still there but whether he listened or not now seemed to be… up to chance. "We need to go to the Citadel. We're going to see the former Lich King. You like that guy. Bolvar Fordragon? Knights of the Ebon Blade?"
Darnath's eyes were peculiarly empty but he cocked his head as Lyren talked… too close and yet carefully just out of arms distance. He seemed to be listening. Maybe. Lyren pointed at the top of the citadel. "Up there. We're going to… teleport as far as we can. And then walk."
Because Darnath's body was an uncoordinated mess half the time, and the other half was trying to murder things. Sometimes him. Getting on a mount seemed like grounds for trouble.
He reached out with his arcane carefully, wrapping it around them much more gently than his emergency teleport. Icecrown didn't like him much - neither, it seemed, did Darnath right now. He was a fire elemental in a land of cold. But Icecrown didn't protest the arcane quite as much, so fire and life were kept stuffed down as far as they could go and they disappeared from the shadows of the citadel in a blink.
They appeared inside… but only just inside the first floor of the ring. Lyren pressed his lips together and when his teeth bared he forced them into a smile. "Great. So. We're walking to the top. Fun."
It was at least and unfortunately empty inside. Unfortunately because while walking Lyren often… forgot. Darnath felt mostly like Darnath. Safety. He drifted closer as their steps echoed in the cold lonely walls, all the death knights above.
Too close, Darnath apparently decided. It was fortunate really, that the citadel had so much empty space because rather than burn his lover, or actually fight him, it was much easier to throw himself off the platform toward the bowels of the towering place of death.
He landed fine of course. A line of sight swift teleport, and in the blink of an eye he was safe. Just… much farther down. He glared upward at Darnath, who… seemed confused as to why he was all the way down there.
"Fuck it," he decided, taking a quick glance around. Extended his senses. Life - it was something he was much better at than he had once been. Death Knights however… not always as easy to sense. Still… they also cared much less about secrets like his.
He was a bird of fire the next moment, thrust his wings into the air. Much, much smaller than Sunsoul. Still big enough for one or two people to ride… and more importantly big enough to dive at Darnath, head hitting his stomach hard and flipping him backward. It was half determination, half a prayer the death knight was in an uncoordinated mood for a few moments.
He didn't plan to be in this form long enough for Darnath to get a grip on injuring him. He flapped up to the top level and stopped abruptly, a little vindictive as he watched Darnath fly off his back and land perfectly on the icy doorway to the very top. Short of going back outside, it was the quickest way.
The glow of fire was still fading from him when she stepped out on two feet and perfectly elvish looking body. It got them attention. He bared his teeth at the watching death knights and helped Darnath to his feet. Discombobulated as he was, Lyren could touch him without harm. For now. Who knew how long that would last. There was still nothing in his eyes that touched of recognition. Lyren grabbed at his hand and dragged him forward, eyes on Bolvar. His loss to Sylvanas had caused this and he didn't care how powerful the former paladin was, he had better be able to fix it.
Another death knight stepped in front of him. orc. Nearly twice his size. He knew him, faintly. Had never worked in lock step with the Horde close enough to meet him in life - but with Darnath he had passing knowledge of each of the Four Horseman. He glared at him anyway.
There was a glance at his feet, then cold eyes speared him again. He tightened his grip on Darnath, who could decide that someone was a threat again at any moment, and very briefly looked down, then up again.
Ah. That would perhaps put the death knights on edge. There were trailing steps of melted water behind him. They were of course quickly refreezing. This was Icecrown. "I need to speak to your Highlord."
"Let them come." Bolvar's voice echoed "His fire is no threat to me."
Lyren narrowed his eyes. Was that an edge of amusement? Possibly he was imagining it. ...Possibly he wasn't. This was the man who had put on the Helm of Domination to save the world - not that all of them had known that at the time. A man who was forever filled with dragonfire and stood there before them with it still glowing out from him. He was dead, yet alive. Lyren was exactly no threat to him and had no leverage.
But on Atlas Island there was a family waiting for Darnath to come back. An island of employees that needed him. Friends. Teenagers that called him Big Brother. A (supposedly) sleeping dragon. A rookery full of whelps and the old elf that took care of them. Darnath's father who would most certainly carve Lyren's soul to pieces if he brought Darnath back like this. His own siblings, and two little girls that, frankly, he sometimes suspected liked Darnath more if only for the way he was completely unable to say no to them. And him. His love was just one of many, but it was what he needed now, to keep his own fire lite - and spreading, ice cracking around him..
He hissed through his teeth and dragged Darnath past the bare opening they were allowed. Bolvar was tall and large for a human and he was small for an elf and any other time a discussion would have left him tongue tied. But he was singularly driven and he stared up with fire-orange eyes into the placid gaze of the former Lich King.
"Something is wrong with Darnath," Lyren spat out, guilt and self loathing and worry and fear mixed into a ball against anger, determination, love, need. "And you're going to fix it."
