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darkmagenugget · 2 days ago

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Hiya! I'm Ashe! One of the main fronters of the DarkMage Nugget System, runner of of this account, and main artist! Fennec kitsune/shapeshifter as well. (She/Her) Welcome to the DarkMage Nugget Tumblr!

Creator of Hyper City (With extra lore from friends and Aqua) where a lot of my friends stories are taking place. You can find my commission info here and are open! I do character art, emotes, and more!

System Intros after the break!

Allow me to introduce the rest of the system.

Iris- (She/Her)

Iris is the host of the system. She has her own blog here ( @iristhedarkwitch - 18+ only). She is the witch of our system, and also the current host. Specializing in transformation spells fictionally, and energy manipulation in practice. One of my girlfriends as well. And Aqua's girlfriend too.

Aqua - (She/They)

Aqua is the writer of our system. Also has a blog of their own over here ( @nuggetofthesea ). She is an elf with (currently) 3 forms. A base, a sea, and a shadow form. She is the one responsible for most of the lore in Hyper City, and is usually the calmest of us and just loves hanging out by vibing in the room. Also girlfriend. Also dating Iris.

Chaos- (She/Her)

Chaos is a gremlin. Is always interested in things that are high-energy and fast paced. She plays games on stream on fridays at 4:00 PM Pacific. She is also the most direct of us (Though speaks a little rough) and able to put things bluntly and deal with scenarios we wouldn't be able to otherwise. She can by hyper, but cares greatly for everyone in the system. Usually spending time with Aria.

Mira - (She/They)

Mira is the organizer of the headspace. A crystal fairy who is able to duplicate herself up to up to 30 of her at once, she manages the entire headspace and the thoughts and memories of system members. Keeping the memory archive as a collective reference for us to go back to. They do tend to be able to handle multitasking better than the rest of us, but tends to stay out of the front unless she is needed (or wants to troll us, because when she enters the front we all see what she sees. All 30 of what she sees at once). She keeps everything organized.

Aria - (She/Her)

Aria is a puppy. She's just a big strong puppy. She is the sweetest person in existence. She can't really communicate well verbally or over text. But can communicate through images, emotes, barking, and through me or Chaos. Would protect anyone physically if needed, but we try to not have that be needed. She is too sweet! If she shows up, give her headpats. She absolutely loves them. ^-^

Nova - (They/It/Fae)

A trickster fae that has found its way into our system. Rarely calls anyone by name, and speaking with a scottish Accent, they are playful and tricky. But likes to fly free. Bound to it's "Little Fox" (me) in terms of willing to listen her, but will chime in at any time it wants. So if I ever speak with a scottish accent, that's Nova.

And just some more examples of my character design work. These aren't part of the system (As far as I know) but are still characters I use often.

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whereserpentswalk · 2 days ago

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There was, in ancient times, whenever those times may be, when Atlantis still stood above the waves, and when the Titans still ruled Olympus, a city was devastated by a plague of black ink. Those infected would have their blood turn thick and dark, and the black liquid would leave from their eyes and mouths, until their skin itself melted to that foul ink.

And when half, no more and no less, of the city's citizens had been claimed by the plague, a paladin made of glass walked into the city. His skin, and his eyes, and his teeth and his hair were all transparent glass, only his blood and his internal organs were flesh and blood, able to be seen through his transparent skin. And his armor too was glass, but a thick obsidian, yet less breakable than even steel. And he rode into the city's marble streets, and past it's great towers and pyramids and silver skyscrapers. And he rode on a creature that was more spider than it was horse, and behind him were an entourage of goblins, with blue scales and the heads of vultures and clothing made from mammoth's bones.

And the paladin walked to a white temple, at the city center, and told the plagued people in an inhuman voice. "Bow to me, and strip all your temples of their gods, and worship but me alone. And if you find a single soul who worships your old pantheon put them to the sword and give them no life here. Then and only then will I save you from this plague, and all illness will not exist here. For I am your only hope."

And the elder priests, and the elder statesmen, and the elder warriors all agreed, that this creature was worth any submission as long as he could cure their plague. So, they bowed, and their gods were expelled from their temples, and their statues burnt, and all temples that stood became the temples of the glass paladin. And the plague ended, slowly at first, as all who the paladin's cold glass hands touched were healed, and slowly less and less carried the illness. And all the meanwhile the rotted bodies of those who refused to worship their new savior rotted in the street, as the goblins poked them with spears and chewed their rotting bodies.

And time passed, and years passed, and people lived with the paladin's rule, knowing that the alternative was worse. And when plagues came again, and people wanted to rid themselves of the paladin, the elders said that they could not because the plagues would destroy them without the paladin. And when there were no plagues, and the people were healthy, and people wanted to rid themselves of the paladin, the elders said that they could not because plague would come again without the paladin.

Then one day the city was struck by famine, as the paladin sat in his temple. It had been generations, so many that not the oldest of them remembered the paladin's arrival. The famine marched on and the food was gone from the stores and the markets, and not even the rats had anything to eat but the corpses of the starving, and even the princes failed to fill their feasts. And all the cities' allies had no food to give in time, and all the great stores of goods were empty, and there was nothing anyone within the city's walls seemed to be able to do.

And when half the people had starved, no more and no less the glass paladin spoke to them. He had not spoken at all until his first statement. He walked out of the white temple, and told them, "We have made a deal before, let us make one now. I have become lonely in my temple, and desire company. Let me pick one young girl from whatever house or apartment I may, one every year, to be one of my brides. And even if they resist, I will not kill them but strike away their fingers and eyes until they can resist no more. And in turn I shall give you the nourishment you need, I shall fill your plates with sausages and cherries, and your cups with wine and bubble tea until even your beggars are fat. For I am your only hope."

And it was a dark thing to do, and they questioned if it was right. But the people decided that it was better to have their daughters given to their only hope, then to see them die of starvation. And in time the people were given what they needed to eat, and the famine ended slowly, and the ground touched by the glass paladin was made fertile. And in time what was justified as a necessary evil became a good, and people thought it the highest honor to give their daughters up to the paladin. And there would be great celebration for those who were carried off never to be seen again each year.

And time passed, and years passed, and people lived with the paladin's rule, knowing that the alternative was worse. And when starvation came again, and people wanted to rid themselves of the paladin, the elders said that they could not because the famine would destroy them without the paladin. And when there was food in plenty, and the people were well fed, and people wanted to rid themselves of the paladin, the elders said that they could not because famine would come again without the paladin.

And one day they city was struck by raiders, as the paladin sat in his temple. It had been generations, so many that not the oldest of them remembered the paladin's request for brides. Harpies from the north who came down from the sky to pillage and loot and ransack their treasures. And even the best marksmen of the city could not shoot them out of the sky for the creatures were too fast and too agile. And blood and corpses lined the streets, and the great treasures and works of the city were carried off.

And when half the people were killed or had been carried off as slaves, no more and no less, the paladin spoke to them. He had not spoken at all since the famine. He walked out of the white temple, and told them, "My dear friends near friends, it has come time for me to protect you again. But now the time is but more dire, and as I age these centuries, I grow weak and need new nourishment. I need a new source of food, and to my eldritch form your young men look so very sweet. Once a month send me one of your young men, select them as you will, and I will devour them. And for their sacrifice I shall darken the sky so no wing can fly through and arm my goblins as steadfast soldiers. I will protect you. For I am your only hope."

And at that point who could say no, they would already be struck with famine and plague if the paladin left, and the harpies killed more than the one soul a month the glass paladin wished to eat. It was the obvious choice after all. And in time the goblins fought the harpies well, and the skies grew cold, and the raids became less and less. And in time the priests said that the souls of boys eaten by the glass paladin had the highest place in heaven.

But soon it was too much. And though people said there would be plagues and raiders and famine if the paladin left, weather they were there or not, it just wasn't enough for many. Rebellions began, and people begun to speak of a world without the glass paladin ruling over them all.

And then one day, as the paladin sat in his temple. It had been generations, so many that not the oldest of them remembered the paladin's request for human flesh. The newest boy set to be eaten by the paladin, and the newest girl set to be his bride met within the glass paladin's temple. And they spoke, for hours, for they had nothing else to do but wait for their dark fates. And they became as close friends as people who knew each other's dooms could be. And they hatched a plan, that when the boy was waiting to be cooked in the kitchen, he would meet with the girl, and sneak her a knife, a small one that she could hide. And when the girl spent her first night with the paladin, she would unveil it the moment she undressed and break his glass form. The girl knew the glass paladin would kill her for this, but she decided that she'd rather him take her life then her freedom, that the pain the worst death he could bring her was worth no longer being his toy to control. If men older and more powerful than her had decided such things generations ago she would not have to make such a choice, but she did anyway.

They say the next day, the boy was eaten as expected, and the girl hung for her crimes. The paladin appeared before his people, but his face way shattered and broken, taped together crudely, the glass had been shattered by a knife. The girl had stabbed him right in the eye, honorable as she was, it was not enough to kill him, as broken as his glass flesh was, he stood. And he spoke to his people for the fourth and final time, "Subjects you have been infected with traitors and heretics. They will expel me from this city and leave you to be doomed by raids and famine and plague. So drastic measures must be taken to keep you loyal Tomorow, line up before the temple at dawn and I shall turn you into my goblin subjects, mindless and loyal to me, and you shall live forever without fear of treason. This must be done, or else surly treason shall infect you all, and you all shall die if you are not my children. For I am your only hope."

And they say the next day, the city was empty. And it's great marble streets, and its pyramids and silver skyscrapers had few to behold them. And a precession of goblins left with the glass paladin, ready to find another city afraid of death. But a few, a few who had rebelled and resisted the paladin, a few who had refused to line up, still stood in the city, ready to rebuild it, stronger and wiser, by their own hands.

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