#oc: dk

[kikuwaters]

I love the idea that when DK was younger, Vorgoth saw this kid and was like oh that a *baby* spirit.

And DKs innate playful nature tugged at Vorgoths own spirit nature. All spirits are a little mischievous, so they couldn't help but play along with the child's games

[bioniclechronicles]

I painted DK :>

[endlesshourglass]

For the OC questions: 1 for Maddeleina Westfield and the Diamond King?

Thanks for the ask!

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?

Maddeleina’s full name is Maddeleina Westfield. It doesn’t mean anything. As to why it was chosen… if I tell you the truth you’ll laugh. I was 15 at the time so please don’t judge me lol. Maddeleina was a name that just came to me… it was pretty and sounded very fantasy-like. Westfield is a town in NJ. Every time I drove to my cousin’s house (from Central Jersey to North Jersey), I would think about my WIPs on the long and boring car rides. I passed many parkway exit signs, the most notable being one for “Westfield” and one for “Linden.” The DITR characters needed last names so… there ya go.

As for DK… he is livid. How dare you suggest his name is anything but THE Diamond King. (He has a real name of course but is he going to share it? Nope). His nickname was chosen because he is the King of Diamond and people need to know how important he is. His name strikes fear into the hearts of hundreds of thousands of people. It means one thing: power. 

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[kikuwaters]

World ending problems and plot stuff is happening during the course of the game but Emmrich and DK are just in the background doing this the whole time

[kikuwaters]

Morning and night aren’t really a thing at the lighthouse. The Fade exists both nowhere and everywhere at once, which makes it all the worse when Lucanis can’t tell if it’s dawn or dusk. Not that it mattered. Not when he wakes with a terrible ache in ways that weren't entirely physical. He doesn’t need to guess; Spite was out again.  

A faint sound pulls his attention, and he turns his head toward it. He freezes, holding his breath when his eyes fall on DK. Of course... he begins to think, disgust twisting his lip at the sight of the necromancer by his coffee pot. He begins to dismiss him, to look away, but something gives him pause. His brows furrow as he truly looks at DK for the first time that morning.  

DK stands with his back to him, head tilted slightly as though lost in thought. His gaze is fixed on a spot beyond the room itself, looking at nothing at all really. His posture, normally easy and self-assured, is slouched, his shoulders drawn in as though under some immense, invisible weight.

His long white fingers move with surprising care, tenderly placing the Antivan grounds into a cloth for the drip. Lucanis’s eyes trace the dull red tattoos trailing up DK’s arms, crawling all the way up under his neck and onto his chin.

But it’s his face that holds Lucanis in place.  

The sharp, teasing lines of DK’s usual smirk were gone, replaced by something hollow and unguarded. His expression holds no trace of his playful demeanor. His hands work the coffee drip, but his normally bright green eyes stare through it, appearing dulled and unfocused. Dark circles are carved under his eyes, hollowing out his features and making him appear hauntingly like the dead he so often communicates with.

Lucanis swallows hard, any sharp comment dying in his throat. The sight unsettles him in ways he can’t explain, and for a fleeting moment, he considers pretending he hasn’t seen this stripped version of DK at all. But before he can stop himself, the words slip out. 

“...DK?”  

His voice is soft and hesitant, breaking the stillness of the room like a child at his parents door at night. 

DK startles at the sound, his gaze returning back to the room and towards Lucanis. His eyes lock onto him, sharp and startling—and in an instant, the playful mask is back. That hollow expression vanishes, replaced by DK’s familiar, infuriating smile.  

“My apologies, Lucanis!” DK purrs, turning back to the coffee drip with ease. “Usually you’re asleep for a little while longer after Spite leaves.”

Lucanis licks his dry lips, struggling to gather a coherent thought from the many swirling about in his head. “What.. are you doing..” he finally manages, clumsy and unsure

“Oh, just starting your coffee,” DK replies casually, as if this was the most normal thing in the world for them. He turns toward the door, denying Lucanis any chance to comment on that further. “Rest up, now. I'll see you later!” 

DK’s tone is light, almost teasing, but as he reaches the doorway, Lucanis catches it again. The smile drops. The light leaves his face. For a fleeting moment, DK looked exactly as he had before Lucanis spoke. Empty.. Worn down to something raw and unrecognizable.  

Lucanis stares after him, his chest tightening inexplicably. He can’t explain why, but that expression, that absence of the man’s usual laugh, is what makes him, for the first time ever, want to ask DK to stay.  

He simply watches instead as the door clicks shut, the room falling silent once more.

[kikuwaters]

Absolutely stunning commission piece of DK by @comikbook !!! Please check out work if you can, they're a great artist

[kikuwaters]

I am in love with this old man and DK. I adore them together, they're so sweet.

[kikuwaters]

Tfw the necromancer you hate won't stop flirting with your demon, who flirts back