#ToVii

[artkat2stillartin]

A creepy house filled with creepy dolls and Piri is an agent of chaos.

|Tovii| @amalgrim

|Dessa| @artkat2stillartin @dessadochas

|Piri| @beastbelow @forest-goes-walking

[deal4india]

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[toviitaffee]

So I did get bored. And recorded myself playing guitar and singing in Polish. Don’t mind me just casually ruining my vocal chords because this song is too low for me. Also, Guitar mess ups!  I’m probably gonna regret ever posting this. OH WELL

[extendedaesthetics]

hello! can i request an aesthetic request for a Gemsci x Aquaza? thnx!

Just wondering is it flushed? Pale? Or black?

[toviitaffee]

Rain was never a common occurrence near the gates of hell. For years, the human race speculated as to why the deserted mansion in the North of England experienced almost none of the rain that was so well associated with the surrounding area. Some reasonings blamed the phenomenon on wind, others, the more accurate ones, suspected the supernatural to be at play. After all, Hell had a tendency to flood when in contact with water. The demons figured that one out when they lost nearly 2 million souls following an incident where some idiot relocated the gate under the North Atlantic, claiming that the Bermuda triangle would be a fitting place for the entry to hell. They weren't wrong per se, but just because an idea is good in theory, it doesn't automatically make it a good one in practice. As a result, when the new new spot for the gate was chosen, the demons ensured that not even a single drop of water was to make it into Hell. It was going well. The weather always avoided the mansion and even if by some miracle the rain managed to best the demonic barriers, the mansion that housed the gate provided enough shelter to keep the realm of the demons dry.

The storm on that day was horrific. Wind was howling and tearing appart the landscape, leaving no tree, bush or rock untouched or unturned. The birds didn't dare even attempt at flight, knowing that any effort that day would yield no result save for exhausted muscles. The broken windows of the unkempt mansion kept slamming against the walls, the sound reverberating across the empty halls. Yet the wind was not the worst of it all. No, that would be the rain, followed by the hail. Huge droplets of freezing water pelted down to the ground, unyielding to anything in its path. Even the demonic barrier, recently renewed as the demons knew of the coming rain, stood no chance. The hail that accompanied the rain smashed several twigs on it's way down. It tore leaves and dented any malleable surface that remained outside. The persistence of this precipitation resulted in flooding all over the forest.

The demons worked endlessly to keep up the enchantments around the mansion, doing everything in their power to keep the water out. It couldn't come in through the gaps in the door, nor the windows or the roof. They couldn't afford to lose any more souls in this century. The balance was already distributed and no one wanted it to go even further. No, that would result in an apocalyptic event. Humans might think and believe that demons themselves are cruel, and there might be some truth to that, but that wasn't all they were. Demons were what the world needed them to be. Keepers of the corrupted souls, dishing out punishments as appropriate. Even those who sold their own life to the demons, no matter how pure the intention was, turned to the dark eventually. No one truly good accepted the deals. If you were desperate enough to make one, you were beyond salvation.

This was why Hell couldn't afford to release any more souls. They had to go somewhere and unfortunately, freed souls from Hell simply ended up just corrupting more and more people. It couldn't happen again. The desperation was evident on every demon's face. Even those that remained down below couldn't keep the worried glances in the directions of the entrance hidden. This storm was a bad omen since the day it began. Disaster seemed imminent to all that lacked any optimism. Maybe they were right to worry for once.

One of the demons working on the protections was called Sorrach. They were a relatively young demon, only just had their soul warped enough to join the ranks a few years ago. They didn't understand why they of all beings were tasked with such an important mission. They didn't trust themselves to do it, so why did the higher ranking demons do? It was mere seconds since they began and they were already severely overwhelmed. A minute in and the first leak began. They were powerless in stopping it. The feeling itself caused them to slip up more and more, letting more water into the house. They couldn't take it anymore. They ran, deserting their station in hope that someone more competent would take over and fix their mess. No one ever said demons were brave and Sorrach wasn't quite ready to be torn to shreds by the hell hounds. That didn't sound like the best way to end their existence in this world. So they ran.

You'd think a demon would take a safer approach to leaving their post behind but they didn't have much choice. Their power was already fading so much more than it would on any other day. Sorrach just didn't have it in them to transport themselves a safe enough distance.

Running through the storm was far from pleasant. They pushed on regardless of how many times they slipped, tripped or got hit with any projectile from the sky or from the ground. They had to get away. Had to keep going. Had to be safe. This feeling wasn't exactly foreign to the young demon. They could still recall the rush of adrenaline from the days long past when they themselves used to be a human soul in a human body. Years might have passed but such a primal instinct didn't just disappear. It lingered, even in some of the more senior demons who didn't descend from the heavens as fallen angels. The feeling kept them pushing.

Sorrach had no idea how long they have been running for when they heard distant sounds behind them. At first, they disregarded it as the wind. But it wasn't wind. The snapping of twigs. The deep, guttural growls that were followed by ferocious barks. It all echoed in Sorrach's mind as it was carried by the wind. Yet the wind was not the demon's ally. It gave away the presence of their pursuers but it did not give away their distance or location. At any moment, the short existence of the demon could end in pure agony that would last for hours if not days. The hounds did love to play with their meals.

The terror in Sorrach's mind was increasing by the second. Had they still had their heart, it would be beating uncontrollably. Their breathing would be shallow and fast. Their hearing would be not much more than a high pitched whine. But they weren't human anymore. They could sense everything much better than the humans could. They didn't tire physically. Then again, neither did the hell hounds and the demon did need rest to replenish the power they lost. The hounds only seemed to be getting closer as their barks increased in volume regardless of how far the demon ran.

It could've been minutes or it could've been hours that Sorrach spent running with Hell Hounds at their heels through unforgiving weather until they saw what could become their salvation. They weren't aware that any humans lived so close to the gate, yet apparently the distant light illuminating a small cozy looking cottage in the forest proved otherwise. Humans meant salt, and salt meant a chance at survival. The demon didn't even think this idea through. There wasn't enough time for that, so they ran straight for the desolate building.

In hindsight they should've thought about the possibility that the cottage was abandoned. However, while hindsight is 20/20, the onset was clearly not. Sorrach got extremely lucky because not only was the cottage not empty but it also housed a person knowledgeable on the supernatural. The man held the door open for the demon as they sprinted in, closing it soon after and blocking off any potential entrance points with salt. Another thing the demon only just now realised was the fact that they might've been safe from the Hell Hounds but they were now face to face with a soulless human.

"Well, it isn't everyday a demon stumbles onto my territory, clearly in need of help," the man said with a smug smirk making it's way onto his face. He held a gun towards Sorrach, not that it would do much if it was loaded with normal bullets. Despite the particular predicament, the demon couldn't help but wander how the man acquired such a weapon in Britain.

"You could say I summoned you for once in stead of the other way around. Just didn't want to freak you out by teleportation through smoke and all. Not that you could live through that anyway," Sorrach retorted, hoping to reclaim control of the situation. It was a futile attempt at doing so, considering nothing so far was going well for the demon that day. Apparently, that much was obvious to the human. Especially as the Hounds caught up and they were now circling the perimeter of the building.

"Oh I don't think you did anything at all here, demon. You are at my mercy now, one little swipe of my finger and the Hounds can have a lovely meal for themselves. I doubt you'd want that though,"

"You would be correct. So what is it that you want for my safety?"

"My soul," the man replied, staring Sorrach down. The demon wanted to laugh. He wanted his soul back? Well he should've thought before giving it away! However the look on the man's face showed just how serious he was.

"What makes you think I can do that? Did I not just ran with Hell Hounds on my back straight into a Hunter's lair without a second thought? I'm powerless for the time being, and the others aren't exactly thrilled with me right now," Sorrach grumbled, folding their hands one over the other. They begged whatever deity that was willing to listen to stop the man from prying into the inner workings of the demon world and exactly how they messed up. There was no chance of them living after giving away such sensitive information. Deserting post? Could be fixed if they outsmarted the Hell Hounds first. Selling information to do so? They'd wish the Hound caught them if they did that.

"Oh my soul is not in the hands of a demon. You can take your time to do it, sort out whatever mess you've caused with the rest of your filthy kind. But if my soul is not returned to me within a month from now, I will find you and I will personally put you out of your misery. So, demon, do we have a deal?"

"Deal."

For once, the demon summons the human for help.

[onemilliondraculas]

hufflepuff (f) x slytherin (m) moodboard for @mint-tovii !! hope you like it !!!

[thedraganuzelac]

,, Salo je po sebi supstanca ili esencija supstance ili oblik te esencije. Veliki problem nastaje kad salo počne da vam se skuplja po bokovima. Kad je reč o predsokratovcima, Zenon je smatrao da je težina samo iluzija i da se čovek, bez obzira na to koliko jede, uvek biti samo upola debeo kao čovek koji nikada ne radi sklekove. Potraga za idealnim telom opsedala je Atinjane, i u jednom izgubljenom Eshilovom komadu Klitemnestra prekrši zavet da nikad neće užinati između obroka, te iskopa sebi oči kad shvati da više ne može da uđe u kupaći kostim. Tek je Aristotelov um uspeo da problem težine objasni naučnim putem, i u jednom ranom fragmentu iz Etike on kaže da je ukupni obim svakog čoveka jednak obimu njegovog struka pomnoženog sa Pi. Nijedan filozof se nije ni približio rešenju problema krivice i težine dok Dekart nije razdvojio telo od uma, tako da je telo moglo da se tovii dok je um razmišljao: Koga briga, nisam ja. I dan-danas veliko filozofsko pitanje jeste: Ako život nema smisla, šta da se radi sa školskom supom? Lajbnic je bio prvi filozof koji je rekao da se salo sastoji od monada. Lajbnic je držao dijetu i redovno vežbao, ali nikad se nije otarasio monada- barem ne sa butina. Spinoza je, s druge strane, večerao skromno zato što je verovao da Bog postoji u svemu i da je zastrašujuće slistiti pitu ako mislite da sipate senf po Prvom uzroku svega”.                                                   (odlomak iz zbirke Puka anarhija- Woody Allen) 

[calixcasual]

So This Is Love

By Ilene Woods

- Two heirs of rival shipping companies

- Boardroom negotiations going out of control and taken outside

- They come together as friends, after being foes since birth, to save their companies and small old money town

- Their latest conquest as a team leaves them with lingering thoughts

@mint-tovii

[artkat2stillartin]

Giving Tovii a hard time about the audible scream he (fairly, tbh) let loose when a skeleton fell on him because he STARTED IT.

|Dessa| @artkat2stillartin​ @dessadochas​

|Volo| @amalgrim

|Zig (Tovii)| @amalgrim

[kemecchi]

infp, neutral good, taurus-gemini cusp, hufflepuff college girl moodboard for @mint-tovii

super sorry if this isn’t what you were hoping for, my mind’s all foggy. i’ve been sick for a few days now. if you aren’t satisfied, feel free to send me another ask or a dm asking for another one and i’ll get on it when i can think clearly.

[toviitaffee]

Does anyone else sometimes makes a post just to make it and you kinda want for it to be noticed but you're also happy that it has no notes because it's just a bunch of garbage?

[astro-moon-babies]

Taurus - Gemini || INFP || Honeydew Melon Green / Plants - Succulents

Moodboard for @mint-tovii

Hope you like it! Melon was a nice challenge to find lmao

[moodboardsandallthatjazz]

Nico di Angelo and Will Solace for @mint-tovii ! Hope you like it!

[loving-life-loving-lysol]

~ Female Taurus-Gemini Cusp x Male Capricorn-Aquarius Cusp who are too shy to admit that they like each other ~

as requested by the fantastic

@mint-tovii

[sumikatt]

this is Tovii he is a chaotic good gay aarakocra tricky but good boy cleric. he will do everything he can to do what he thinks is right, like an idiot does. he is so damn dumb that his family sent him away to a priest school, for priests, but it just gave him more power to do foolish and silly boy things

he went to an open mic in the wrong place at the wrong time and told too many shitty puns and was jailed for being annoying. that, and the scamming and identity theft in order to fund the Charity For Feather Folk In Need. now he wants to break everyone out of the jail that he deems worthy because he’s a commie

mootuals dm me if you want in on this campaign and ill send an invite to the server

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