#thiefofzaron

[overlordoccult]

@thiefofzaron

          “In the town where I was born...                Lived a man who sailed to sea...”

          “And he told us of his life...                In the land of submarines...”

[forlarnion]

@thiefofzaron

     Still apprehensive of the whole idea, Kyle approached Craig’s front door. He’d texted him that he’d be over, so it wouldn’t be an unexpected visit. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should really be doing this. If there was a ghost following him around, would it have enough sentience or awareness to know beforehand that they were looking to communicate? If they wanted to, couldn’t they just not answer and leave him even more confused?

     Shaking his head, he rang the doorbell, resting most of his weight on his third leg. Kyle was grateful that his parents weren’t going to be home, and he was surprised that they would even leave him and Ike alone. It was just as well; he needed to figure out how to live on his own at some point even with his disabilities.

     The door opening broke his thoughts, and he straightened up.

          “Hey, dude. Sorry for the short notice.                Trust me, it’s gonna be a really weird request...”

[coffeepcwered]

@thiefofzaron :: From Here [ 🗲 ]

Tweek whined, carefully pulling the shirt he was wearing off so he could replace it with one made from a lighter, softer fabric. Hopefully his skin wouldn’t stay this way for long - this certainly made him less enthusiastic about going outside to garden or do other outside chores on his days off. Soon it would be getting to the uncomfortably warm part of the day, anyway. This seemed like a good opportunity to just hang out indoors. Craig looked pretty comfortable over there on the sofa.

So that’s where he went once he’d found a new shirt: over to the sofa to sit on the floor next to it. “What are your plans for the day?” Their work and sleep schedules didn’t always intersect nicely, so that made it even more tempting to just chill here with Craig while he was at home.

[peacetozaron]

@thiefofzaron​:

     “That happens when your king falls and there is nothing left but the warrior that hid amongst your ranks as a human for the past… ten or so years of his life.”

  Feldspar walked alongside the abandoned castle slowly with Quinn, the sound of the old tree whistling softly. It was almost sad to see it completely vacant as it was once filled with life only about a year ago. Sure, they had found the Princess, but only to soon lose them again and Marshwalker as well.

  Feldspar and Tweek, however, returned to Larnion with Quinn to help attempt to fix the wrong the Princess had done. Feet clacked along the wooden halls as Tweek lightly squeaked from time to time.

     “Ack–! F-F-Feldspar! Wh-Where are we even g-going!?”

   “You’ll see…”

  Feldspar responded as they walked a bit further into what seemed to be a garden; a way overgrown garden. As they walked inside, they stood before a small little grave crafted at one of the trees, Feldspar leaning down and wiping the vines away.

     “I’d figure we’d come here and ask for advice before actually getting to work…”

     Quinn had been in the castle several times in the past year or so, trying to find answers to questions she couldn’t understand. Her life had gone from servant to leader, rallying those leftover under a common goal. She was one of the few who had been close to the fallen king, and more importantly, she was the only one who had come back. She hadn’t seen Marshwalker since that day, and she wondered if he was even still alive.

     The path Feldspar took was familiar to her. She’d sat on the stump just inside the garden while her king had communed with the forest’s spirits. She’d taken walks with him and listened to his concerns. Even if she’d had more opportunities, she wasn’t sure she could have seen the whole garden. She noted how much it had changed, some of the plants withering. It broke her heart. It was as though the greenery had fallen into the same state of mourning as the people.

     As they came to a stop, her heart skipped a beat.

          “So...that’s where you were...”

     She spoke more to herself than to anyone else. After the incident, she’d been catatonic, unable to comprehend what was happening. She’d been in denial for so long, cared for by the just-as-traumatized Butters the Merciful. It wasn’t until long after his death that she’d been back on her feet. She’d never known where he’d been laid to rest, and she hadn’t been able to ask anyone as most of her former allies were either in hiding or skeptical of her. After all, it had been her brother who had killed him.

     Yet here he was, right under her nose the whole time.

     Quinn didn’t say anything. She stared downward, her vision becoming blurry. He’d been her friend, and she’d failed him as a follower. She had let him die, and she hadn’t been able to apologize for it. Her legs grew weak, and she sank to the ground to keep from falling and hurting herself.

[technonewkid]

@thiefofzaron IS GETTING THE BIG FISHY GORL~

She had just wanted one day to sun bathe. One single day after so four straight days of rain, out in the sun and enjoying the warmth. That’s all the large siren had wanted, but it seems luck was never on her side when she actually wanted to be alone. A ship had just tried to ram her when she was minding her own business! How rude! At least she managed to stop the boat before it made an impact that would have no doubt damaged the poor thing and gotten the small crew hurt. Now here she sat, holding the ‘Captain’ of the ship with her fingers and pouting at the small human. “Do you mind explaining why you just tried to ram me?”

[coffuminati-blog]

YANDERE!TWEEK STARTER CALL. / @thiefofzaron

A petal is coughed up, leaving his chapped lips and swaying down to land near his shoes.  “Craig——” He mumbles out, the back of his hand pressed against his lips. Damn it. His lungs hurt. “——Just listen to me! I didn’t - I didn’t mean to do it. It was just... It was self defence...!! They attacked f-first...!”

[southpark-nobodies]

@thiefofzaron

“Uh....Hey babe....What do you think about getting Stripe a ugh potential....sister?” Tweek’s voice drops into a mere whisper at the last part, still unsure if it was okay to even suggest such a thing.

[wizardfatass]

@thiefofzaron liked for a starter

            “Let’s cut to the chase:                  What were you doing creeping around the forest?”

     Despite Feldspar’s status as a thief who drifted to whoever had the most funds to give him, the Wizard expected some kind of loyalty even if it was to his deep pockets. He knew as well as everyone else that human payment was much better than elven payment. Their currency was worth more no matter how you looked at it.

           “You better not be giving those elves information...”