#that took a while

[depressedevaporation]

❄️ 18. December ❄️

On their way to look at dresses and find husbands rob a bank

[duusheen]

Ash and Dora named him! 😌 They decided to keep a japanese first name, as a nod to his biological parents. But they gave her Pandora’s last name because she was the one who found him

[joifee]

"The curse been lifted. Was it worth it?"

what if its some sort of video game? session 6: cut scene

[cryborgmechs]

part five, previous parts here

[cont3ntwarning]

some of my favs!

Out of all of the drawings, i definitely LAUV Space doughnut the most. I think because their design is easier it left me with more stuff to work with and it just looks the most colorful and cuter than the rest!

[sofieartz]

[ AFK Journey ]

Well well, look who decided to redesign their Magister :)

EMRYS MY BBG!!! YOU LOOK SO MUCH MORE BEAUTIFUL—AUUGHH!!!!! 😭😭

Also, I'm trying a VERY different art style for my humans, inspired by the game of course ^^

Wanna know more about Emrys?

Here's a list of headcanons below!

Magister Emrys, Sofie and Sofia's AFKJ MC:

• The Magister mainly uses They/Them, but they don't really mind any, but in a formal environment would much prefer their main pronouns.

• Is selectively mute, she doesn't talk much but when she does, he usually whisper, or talk in a very soft tone.

• They have a special bond/connection to their familiars, giving him the ability to know where they're where ever the world take them. (This also work the other way around)

• Doesn't remember his age (obviously) so Dolly wrote it down on her notebook, as well as Hammie's. (The age that was written down was the age Merlin looked to be when he, and Dolly first met)

• Have a motherly, and maternal instinct/nature, this extend to anyone younger than him that he meet, by either actual age, or mental state. (And like a real mother, she also have their anger)

• Love to read, and study. One room on the Mystic House that they love more that their bedroom, and tavern below, is a big and old library where all their previous lives journal as kept in.

• Following their previous incarnation, she also brought a journal with her to document her current life, so that one day in the future they wouldn't forget who they were.

• Isn't really afraid of forgetting who they are, what they fear most is the world not realizing this version of them exist, that is why they love helping people where ever they go, just so they could be remembered by someone.

• Wants to make a sizeable impact in Esperia, once again to not be forgotten.

• Is actually embarrassed by their voice cause people said it sounded high pitch, making them sound younger that they are.

• They actually don't really get along well with the gods all that much, as well with the Celestial, and Hypogean.

• Never ever challenge them on a drinking competition, trust me you will fail. (Mages in general process alcohol, and poison much faster than normal, making them effectively immune)

• Is a great dancer, likes to dance with patrons at the Noble tavern.

• Work part-time as a bartender to help Dolly, they also protect her from creeps that shows up, and help break up fights. (They always win in a bar fight btw)

If there are more, I'll probably add them in the future.

[lazywriter-artist]

The face that greeted March was one he almost didn’t recognize.

After several more attempts to connect, The transmission finally went through and a figure took shape on the screens of the Titan’s requiem. It wasn’t until the man began to speak some formal jargon of rank and file that March was even able to make a connection of who was even speaking to him. It wasn’t Balphus, no it was Jenkins…this was almost worse in March’s mind. Not because March was upset to see the inquisitorial assistant or because Jenkins was never the one to answer calls, that was rather normal if Balphus was busy peacocking, No it was more the state the man was in. See, Jenkins was barely recognizable, His eyes looked sunken in, his cheek bones prominently protruding, his skin looked near deathly pale and a sense of exhaustion just hung about the man... of course, this was simply the prominent physical features March would pick out first, as Jenkins continued his jargon and formality March began to realize more and more, furthering his worry. Something about Jenkins' outfit had changed, a different set than his usual navy garb. It was darker, a deep almost black color with gold trim, not to mention the inquisitorial rosette stitched onto the right side of the uniform's chest…

“How may I assist you, lord inquisitor?” Jenkins finally stated after the drawn out greeting, it was detached sounding. His voice was even and down right clinical, as if he and March had never met before. That underlying exhaustion seemed to widen its effect into the speech as well, words just seeming to slur together just slightly as the man spoke. March set this aside for now as he cleared his throat and nodded.

“Of course, I wanted to inquire about Balphus? I hadn’t-“ March could barely get the words out fast enough. He had struck a nerve or something- but it didn’t look good, it sent chills up March’s spine as he watched Jenkins’ face sort of drop, eyes filling with a pain March had never seen before from the naval admiral.

“Inquisitor ravenstock is unavailable at the moment, I will suffice.” The voice was again disconnected, curt, like March was a stranger and a nuisance…Something wasn’t right. With a furrow of his brow he did his best to remain formal, but it was getting harder. “What do you mean Balphus is not-” again march was cut off, a stern tone from Jenkins as the admiral would raise a hand dismissively. “ I will suffice.” The other man again insisted, March feeling a bit of worry bubble in his chest paused for what felt like forever. Finally he settled on a course of action, he again cleared his throat. “Admiral-”

A fire seemed to light in those tired eyes "Inquisitor Voidhaert, if you do not mind Lord inquisitor. If this is all you paged my ship for, then I will have to request you to disconnect as there are matters I must attend to elsewhere, I have little time to spend bickering over rank and semantics.” March was left stunned for another few moments, there was so much to process in those few little words. The impersonal nature again was startling to March, Jenkins had always been a warm figure with nothing but patience. Not to mention- Inquisitor? That wasn’t right. Worst of all it confirmed his initial fears at the sight of the new uniform. He felt his hands tighten into fists, were they still trapped in the warp? Was this some horrible dream?? He took a step forward, fists so tight he nearly dug into the skin were it not for his gloves as the tension was building, now nearly palpable, he’d grow still and quiet as he watched the man before him. It was like that moment of ‘retaliation’ had taken it all out of Jenkins. His face dropping again, March caught the heavy sigh and the way his shoulders heaved downward. March could feel that dread beginning to grip him tighter and tighter. He pondered and processed as the tired man looking back at him clearly grew even more exhausted and impatient.

“Lord Inquisitor-" when Jenkins began March was the one to interrupt this time. “All I request is a few moments of your time inquisitor Voidhaert, it has been sometime and it is important to remain up to date with peers, would you not agree?” The Hereticus was rubbing off on Jenkins, March was not a particular fan. At least it seemed some semblance of Jenkins was still there, or perhaps he simply grew tired of the communication and figured he’d at least get a break from March for the moments it took their ships to prepare boarding. “Fine. If you insist, I will cave.” The man would wave a hand to the screen as he stepped back from it, a formal goodbye half muttered in the opposite direction as the screen soon cut feed. March was merely relieved Jenkins had agreed to meet, this would at least give him some more privacy and that physical connection to try and see just what the hell was going on and what bastard he needed to kill.

—-

It took a bit of time but finally March awaited in the docking bay as Jenkins made his way over, alone. That was March’s least favorite part, some little voice in the back of his head had hoped perhaps Jenkins finally got a needed promotion and Balphus was merely off lounging or pouting, but it didn’t seem to be that simple. No, instead as Jenkin’s tired form finally graced the nearly empty docking bay he looked even worse than he had over the transmission. The color of his face was clearer now, looking almost even more sickly and pale than then over the screen, his eyes sunken yes but now heavy eyebags made themselves clear. One thing that prickled march’s skin was how little it looked Jenkins had eaten. His clothes just barely seemed to hang over Jenkins as opposed to fit him, like there was barely anything left to have them hold their shape. He looked like a walking skeleton were it not for the remaining flesh and bits of muscle still clearly present in the skin that March could see which wasn’t hidden by the drapery of the uniform. Truthfully, since March had known him it was hard to ignore how young Jenkins always seemed to look. Especially considering how long March had figured he’d been alive, he had some suspicions on how Jenkins had always looked so youthful but looking at the man now that all almost seemed to crumble. He looked twice his age or well, perhaps more accurately, He looked his age. Frown lines and crows feet seeming accentuated and doubled. March supposed that was likely impart just the effect of the inquisitorial line of work had on people…especially the Hereticus—

“Thank you for accepting my summons, Jenkins.” March began once the man was close enough that he could keep his voice low and between the two of them. No longer needing to keep up appearances in front of the crew or perhaps he was merely too exhausted to even fight back, March would earn a somber nod from Jenkins. “Let's just…make it quick, Philip.” March paused some but offered his own nod of understanding and motioned Jenkins to follow him, turning as he made his way to a small study where they could get some more privacy, just in case there were some…prying ears. Of course March would notice very quickly the slight limp and how much Jenkins would strain himself to keep up, March nearly insisted then and there a visit to the medicae or- something for the old friend, but he knew that would be his least effective way of getting anything done. He needed his friend safe and comfortable, not refusing care on his feet and risking him storming off. So, upon entering the small study March insisted Jenkins have a seat, luckily little resistance there– the man was clearly exhausted from the walk– though that worried March even more…. From here March sparked some idle conversation, wanting to warm Jenkins up to the coming questioning, but Jenkins seemed too tired or too uninterested to offer much in the realm of engagement. This was the final straw. He swiftly sat down opposite of his friend, his brows furrowed and a look of worried concern March didn’t offer to many.

“Jenkins. Do I need to take you to my Medicae? You look sickly, you have barely enough energy to register I’m speaking to you, and you’re limping!” He leaned forward to look the exhausted man in the eyes, he could feel the ‘I’m fine’ slowly working its way to his lips. March delivered a pleading look to his friend. Don’t lie to me Jenkins, his face insisted, I will know. Though even with his best attempts, the words stung him. “I thank you for your concern Philip, but I’ll be fine. Things are just…a little hectic right now.” That was not what March wanted to hear. Not at all. But still, stubborn fools who don’t want to go to the doctor weren’t exactly new in his line of work or personal relationships. So, quietly he’d sit back as he crossed his arms over his chest, a small shrug as he would slowly nod along as if convinced. “Of course. Of course. I’m glad to hear that! Surely you’ll recount to me the story then?”

There was a pause, silence greeting March as the inquisitor that sat across from him stared in a stunned, quiet way. “The…story?” March nodded more at Jenkin’s confusion “of course! I’d love to hear the tale of how an inquisitor ended up wounded.” Jenkins shrunk away. March sighed leaning a bit closer to Jenkins again. “Jenkins. Please don’t make me fight you for these answers! Balphus isn’t with you, you’re hurt, I know something is wrong! I’m concerned for you, and concerned with who I need to discuss the lack of Balphus with…” the pause seemed to last forever…March watched the little nervous twitches and side glances as Jenkins seemed to weigh his options. Finally March regained eye contact with the man, cautiously hopeful he nodded some. Go one Jenkins, I’m listening. All at once it seemed to come crashing down. Pain welled in Jenkins eyes as he looked away in shame, attempting to hide the tears that had snuck their way up on him

“I don’t know what happened Phillip- on second he’s fine and I turn around and he’s- he’s- he’s completely shifted! He stopped wearing his bow for throne sake! I- I didn’t know what else to do I tried to help him- I did- but with Bellaphis so far and Thorvus always so busy I didn’t know who to turn to and- and you were gone— when I saw that bastards face I- I don’t know what came over me I just-“ his voice began to crack and his body to shake. He was at his wits end, March concluded, the facade of stoicism and painlessness was gone and replaced by a man broken and worn by- something. What exactly March didn’t fully know yet, but he had some unsettling inklings beginning to form. Quietly he’d reach out to clasp his friend’s hands. Wanting to ground the man back to the situation at hand. Startled eyes snapped to march, little tears had found their way to trickle down the boney face as he watched March closely. “Just a moment, collect yourself. It’ll be alright, I just need to know what all happened, yes?”

A shaky nod was earned as Jenkins wiped away the tears, leaning back with a quiet shiver. He frowned as he began a more coherent story… “it- all started after the trial.”

“Everything had gone well, I assumed it was all coming back to normal- Balphus was his usually cocky self at least, something felt- sort of off but- I just…I just brushed it off then- didn’t think much of it….” Pain etched its way across Jenkin’s face… “It really did just feel normal again, we were back to business, and Balphus even seemed to be more dutiful than usual- I guessed one of his siblings had given him some sort of pep talk or scolding. Whatever it was he seemed at least rejuvenated to his tasks, I was proud of course! I hoped he’d been learning from his mistakes but…still Lorenzo came to visit.” March felt a small twitch at the corner of his mouth, that little rat barely deserved the title of inquisitor. How Balphus of all creatures in this galaxy put up with him, he’d never know.

“I told Balphus it was a bad idea, but he insisted.” Jenkins continued as a bit of anger now washes over the pain of his expression. “I was prouder still however, he was friendly but when Lorenzo made his slights Balphus told him to take his leave. I think his-“ Jenkins sort of paused as if catching himself, he tapped his chin with a distant stare. March felt a small hint of skepticism grow, what was being hidden from him? He opted to press more later, in favor of not ruining the roll he’d gotten Jenkins on. “I think his run in with you opened his eyes to some things.” The man finally stated, his anger dying now as sadness was left in its place. “At least that’s what I thought…” his hands tugged gently at his short trimmed hair, March felt an itch in his fingers to stop him before Jenkins ripped it off his head, but luckily the hands loosened and simply ran through the hair. “Next thing I know after we visited a church for a sermon something seemed to- crack. It all came crumbling down. First he seemed to lose all his energy, he wouldn’t come out of his room for hours on end, then when I did start seeing him he would barely talk to me and then—“

The words caught in jenkin’s throat, his body shook as the tears could be held back no longer. They trickled down his face as he hid in his hands. “He stopped wearing his bow. He never takes off his bow- not like that. He’s worn it since he was a boy— I should’ve known something was wrong- I should have known!” His voice became a bit less coherent, he fell again into the dizzy blur of half sobbed mumbles of sentences March didn’t fully understand but didn’t exactly like. He’d snap a bit to get Jenkins attention, red puffy eyes looked up now. His poor friend… “where is he now Jenkins? Where is Balphus?”

The man’s lip would quiver, a painful shake of the head as the words March feared the most slipped from his lips in a hushed dreadful whisper

“I don’t know.”

[girzapata6]

I think I counted right: 37B with Frost, 25C with Other, or 5C with Torbek? Dealers choice of which one you want to do.

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