#Voidseers

[neopronouns]

voidpageic | voidknightic voidmageic | voidseeric voidsylphic | voidmaidic voidmuseic | voidlordic

voidpageic: a gender related to being a page of void

voidknightic: a gender related to being a knight of void

voidmageic: a gender related to being a mage of void

voidseeric: a gender related to being a seer of void

voidsylphic: a gender related to being a sylph of void

voidmaidic: a gender related to being a maid of void

voidmuseic: a gender related to being a muse of void

voidlordic: a gender related to being a lord of void

[pt: voidpageic: a gender related to being a page of void

voidknightic: a gender related to being a knight of void

voidmageic: a gender related to being a mage of void

voidseeric: a gender related to being a seer of void

voidsylphic: a gender related to being a sylph of void

voidmaidic: a gender related to being a maid of void

voidmuseic: a gender related to being a muse of void

voidlordic: a gender related to being a lord of void. end pt]

colors are from the rage aspect and these class gender flags! all other terms of this nature are tagged 'classpectic'.

flag id: eight flags with 4 stripes. the top left flag’s stripes, in order, are very dark brown, brown, dark blue, and very dark blue. the top right flag’s stripes, in order, are dark orange, orange, dark blue, and very dark blue. the upper middle left flag’s stripes, in order, are very dark yellow, dark yellow, dark blue, and very dark blue. the upper middle right flag’s stripes, in order, are dark yellow, yellow, dark blue, and very dark blue.

the lower middle left flag’s stripes, in order, are very dark green, faded green, dark blue, and very dark blue. the lower middle right flag’s stripes, in order, are dark green, yellow-green, dark blue, and very dark blue. the bottom left flag’s stripes, in order, are very dark purple, faded dark purple, dark blue, and very dark blue. the bottom right flag’s stripes, in order, are dark purple, purple, dark blue, and very dark blue. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

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[alleesaur]

[Artfight 2023] [18]

Venus 💫✨

for @voidseers

[gastlygallows]

Void Ascension

Chapter 1/2 (AO3)

Pairing: Aegon/Reader, Aemond/Reader (this chapter is Aegon/Reader w/ the action but Aemond wants you and he watches!)

Rating: 🔞🔞🔞

Words: 3,000

Warnings: Mildly dubious consent, getting drunk, breeding kink, canon compliant characterization

Summary: You are a dragonseed whose dragon one day fell out of the sky, granting you the miracle of being taken in by the royal family. The king and his brother already have entirely separate plans for you.

Notes: Takes place after Blood and Cheese but before Rook's Rest. Please see the AO3 for other notes/tags or feel free to dive on in ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

Aegon stares at you from the guest room doorway with his arms crossed, his violet eyes scanning you up and down like a passage he keeps reading over and over without retaining a word.

“Tell me,” he says, half drunk from nightly binges, nodding at you. “How many sons do you think it would take to give me one with white hair?”

Aemond sits on the chaise chair across from you, picking up a half empty chalice of wine on the table and taking a drink with a long, agitated sigh. 

The question hangs in the air.

Your jaw hangs open, unsure if you'd heard the king correctly.

Aegon raises his eyebrows and shrugs impatiently. “Well? Can you give me a number?”

“Forgive me, Your Grace.” You try to sit up straight to collect your thoughts, pulling up your night robe. “I don't understand…are you questioning my lineage?”

Aemond sets down his chalice with a loud clank. “We were having a conversation , brother.”

He had been all too eager to indulge you with tales about Valyria and the dragon riders, to share the mysteries of his long begotten ancestors and their homeland.

To show you diagrams of dragons in forbidden scrolls and share his own anecdotes about their care. It’s clear to you that Aemond loves dragons and is eager to get you up to speed so that you can be more efficient on Voidseer’s back and active in his care. When you’d explained to him that you didn’t want to simply leave him to the keepers, his eye had lit up and he was happy to begin imparting his wisdom to you.

“‘s just a question.” Aegon steps into the room, walking with a stupefied swagger, and plops next to you uncomfortably close.

His knee touches yours as he stretches across the table to grab the wine pitcher and refill your cup.

When that's done, he hands it to you and touches the black curls that cascade down your back. “I do not doubt that you've got Targareyn Blood, my lady, with such…beauty. Y’know, our aunt Rhaenys has black hair, too.”

You take a drink of wine and smile sheepishly, feeling your cheeks heat up.

The king is a handsome fellow with a cute face. He looks so much younger than Aemond and his perfectly chiseled cheekbones, but there’s a charm to it.

They're two flavors of Targareyn excellence that you wish to have a taste of.

“You honor me, your grace,” you whisper as Aegon continues touching the small of your back. “A bastard though I may be, I do hope that I can at least honor your family name by being pleasant to look at.”

He loops his arm around you and casts a grin at Aemond. “So how many, do you think? Maybe two or three?”

“I…I don't know?” You giggle nervously, not sure how serious he was.

“Do any of your brothers and sisters have white hair? Your parents?”

Aemond speaks up, clasping his hands together with his elbows on his knees and leaning forward in a way that indicates to his brother that he's not in the mood for this interruption to continue. “Aegon, if you'd attended her questioning at the small council two days ago you would have known that she has no kin. Doesn't even know who her parents are. She was working at the sept.”

“I do apologize, your grace,” you offer, bowing your head. “Your brother speaks the truth. I must confess, I am…still very surprised by all of this. But from the time I was a little girl, I've always admired dragons.” You allow yourself to relax into him, resting your back against the chaise pillows. “When I would hear about a dragon flying through the sky from the red keep, I'd drop everything just to catch a glimpse. This is a dream come true for me. I'm just sorry I've no information to offer on my lineage.”

Aegon’s arm tightens around you. 

He takes a drink from your cup, his hand wrapped around yours, gulping loudly as he bottoms it out. 

His palm is sweaty and hot, which is a welcome relief when your fingers are almost always cold.

“I'm going to put my heir in you and legitimize you,” he announces, grabbing at your breast and squeezing it, prompting you to gasp. “Gonna put you to work for our house–” 

Aemond scoffs, rolling his eye.

“What?!” Aegon demands, seemingly more interested in him than you and you can't help but feel a little jealous.

“You're drunk, Aegon.” Aemond sits back and crosses his legs. “Are you forgetting we need her to ride for the war? She can't very well go into battle with a babe in her belly.”

Aegon glares at his brother.

They’re like two predators staring each other down in the woods and here you are, prey to both of them.

If you were a deer and they wolves, you could make an escape and slip past their notice, but you don’t want to–they are dragons and dragons fly, but that’s besides the point because you don’t want to escape. This is dangerous and unfamiliar territory, but you’d rather survive in a forest with carnivores than go back to the barren desert. The life of luxury you’ve yearned for would never be possible there and the only fate awaiting you would be the unrelenting rays of the sun to shrivel you up. Now that you’ve tasted the inside of the castle walls, you’ll die if you’re cast out. 

“ Helaena won't let me,” Aegon grits his teeth, his fingernails pressing into your waist and pulling you back to reality. “And forcing her will just have mother bitching at me. I told her that if she doesn’t want to give me another son, I won’t force her. But this one?”

He turns to you, a sinister gleam in his eyes. “I'll breed her. You want to be a dragon, don't you?”

“I do, your grace.” More than anything.

“Then c’mon, I'll fuck you like one.” He stands, jerking you up with him so hard that the empty chalice falls out of your hand.

Aemond casts you a frown that’s almost pitiable–almost–and nods towards the bed with an expression that says, just bear with it .

He gets up to shut the door and, to your surprise, he sits back down and unbuttons his pants. 

* * * * *

Aegon the Dragoncock lives up to his reputation.

His massive length plows into your sopping wet cunt as you lay on your elbows and knees across the mattress like a wanton animal, naked and panting. He hadn’t bothered to undress and you were too shy to ask him to.

This is the softest mattress you've ever felt in your life. You'll do whatever he wants so long as you can sleep on a bed like this for the rest of your life.

The head of his dick smashes against your cervix and his hands are gripping your hips so tightly you know you'll be bruised tomorrow.

Your pussy squeezes him, your muscles clenching in ecstasy–you're getting fucked by the King of Westeros. You almost can't believe it.

You moan sweetly for him over the indecent sound of your genitals, high pitched and feminine but most of all sincere; you haven’t had sex many times before, but this is truly the best you’ve ever had. 

He thrusts himself into you over and over, his breathing ragged.

“Such pretty skin,” Aegon comments, giving your rear a hard smack that echoes through the chamber. “I'll get you pregnant as many times as it takes, d’you understand?”

Yes. Of course, you'll be honored to give him as many children as he wants. The alcohol coursing through your blood makes it easier to nod and offer full compliance.

Your voice won't string together the words correctly, so all you can do is dumbly whimper as he pulls out of you and flips you over onto your back. He takes hold of you by the hair and kisses you open mouthed. The taste of wine is still rich on his tongue and in his saliva. Kissing him back, you arch up into him, your breasts dragging along his chest. He squeezes one, massaging the plumpness between his fingers, his lust riddled mind no doubt imagining how much bigger they’ll get once they’re full of milk. “Fuck,” he breathes, his cock prodding against your slick vulva; you reach down to take hold of his member and guide it back into you. His voice shudders as he thrusts into you. “So fuckin’ tight…” 

He kisses you again, tongue down your throat, and plants his hands under your knees. You suck on his tongue, humming delightfully, this ecstasy clouding your mind. There’s the faint sound of skin slapping from the chaise, where Aemond is watching this scene unfold, but you can’t bear to look at him. Somehow, it feels like a betrayal, but it isn’t like you could have told Aegon no, and Aemond must be enjoying himself…

Your legs slip over Aegon’s shoulders as he fucks you with abandon, holding onto your hips so that you don’t slide away from him; you’re moaning like a whore, unable to contain your voice when he’s fully sheathing himself in you with each jab against your cervix.

You let yourself cum, the sheets clenched in your fists, and you feel a gush of your own fluids secreting from your inner muscles.

This pleases your king very much for he’s practically gasping for air as he thrusts in you a few more times and then spills his seed directly into your womb. The warmth of his seed pools just below your belly button as he pumps himself dry, letting himself lay on top of you, lazily wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

He stops moving, his breathing slowing, and you close your eyes.

You lightly hug his torso, rubbing your hands along the backside of his ribs. 

The sweat coating your skin chills you as a cool night breeze drifts through the window.

You watch the stars. The night has never been so beautiful. 

Aegon eventually collects himself, your skin sticking together with sweat as he clumsily pulls himself up and exhales.

“Gods,” he says, more to himself than you, wiping his brow. “Happy to have you here with us.”

He chuckles and slaps your thigh. “Can certainly take a beating in bed, can’t you?”

He doesn’t wait for you to respond and tucks his flaccid cock into his pants, zipping them back up and stumbling out of the room to return to his drinking.

You realize that the door was never even shut this whole time! How many people heard you?!

Sitting up, you and Aemond exchange an awkward look for a split second. He won’t stare at your naked form. 

Before you can say anything, he stands up and offers a hushed, “please get some rest, m’lady” and does you the courtesy of at least closing the door on his way out. 

For a few seconds, you sit there in stunned silence at everything that’s happened this last week. That the king had just fucked you with the intent to impregnate you.

That in the dragonpit is a dragon–a majestic, glorious beast–that is bound to you and you alone. That soon you will get to ride him.

It’s really beginning to sink in that this will be your life now. Illegitimate or no, this is your chance to carve your name into nobility.

You couldn’t be happier, so why is your heart racing? Is it possible to be overwhelmed with gratitude? The gods are good. Whichever gods are pulling the strings of your fate, they are good.

Shaking your head and slinging your hair out of your eyes, you get up to grab the bottle of wine from the table and take it to bed with you.

* * * * *

The next morning you jolt awake to a loud knocking on the door.

The sun has scarcely risen and the birds in the courtyard are yet to sing.

You are alone here, left with only hazy memories of the last night filtered through a hangover that makes the knocking echo between your ears painfully.

“O-one moment, please!”

You scurry to recover your night robe from the floor and cover yourself.

Behind the door is Aemond, stone faced, his hands behind his back. “Good morning, my lady.”

He welcomes himself in, walking past you. “Be sure to lock the door.”

You slide the massive lock in place. “Is something wrong?”

He sits on the chaise and you hear something click on the table. “Sit with me.”

You approach him, looking dumbly between him and the miniature pot he’d just set down and opened. There’s a steaming liquid inside that he’s mixing with a thin spoon.

Were he not wearing gloves, surely it would have burned his skin.

“Next to me,” he says. “If it pleases you.”

It pleases you very much to sit closely to him, to feel his weight so close to yours.

“Is that tea?” You ask, peering into the black container. “It has a nice herbal aroma to it.”

“Indeed it is. It’s for you.” Aemond finishes mixing it and lays the spoon on the lid. “Once it cools down. It’s moontea. We can’t actually have you getting pregnant. At least not yet.”

You aren’t sure if you should be relieved. “Does the king know?”

“He does not and he shall not.” Aemond rests his arm against the back of the couch, turning to you and taking your chin with his other hand.

He stares into your eyes. “This will be a secret between you and me.”

You nod, cautiously reaching your hand up to touch his wrist. “Thank you, my prince. For doing so much for me. I know I am but a bastard, but I promise you: I will serve your family until my dying breath. It is truly an honor to–”

“Shh…” His thumb traces your bottom lip.

You hadn’t realized that your eyes were stinging. Tears are dripping down your cheeks.

His voice is low, gentle, like he’s trying to console you. “There was a time when I never would have considered someone not born from within these walls to be worthy of the Targaryen name. However…”

His gaze wanders to your hair, to the curls that are still wild and unkempt from last night, and he removes his hand from your chin to unlatch his glove with practiced dexterity.

He combs his bare fingers through your hair, tilting his head as if he’s finding just the right angle to stare into your soul. “I’ve had to come to learn that blood does truly matter the most. Bastard or no, whatever it is that makes us Targaryens, it radiates within you. You may not have our hair but you have our eyes, our pale skin that shines so beautifully in the moonlight. I see it in you. The blood of Old Valyria.”

Your body relaxes into the touch.

These are the kindest words anyone has ever spoken to you.

“I’ll tell you something that no one else will,” he continues. “Aegon is an ungrateful child. My brother has taken for granted every blessing the gods have bestowed upon him. He takes for granted our blood and the dominion that it grants us over dragons.”

Aemond caresses your neck and leans forward, pulling you closer so that his lips linger inches from your ear. “But you don’t. And that is why you are worthy of this house.”

* * * * *

Later that afternoon, Voidseer greets you with an enthusiastic shake of his head when he sees you enter the dragonpit.

The other dragons regard you with indifference as you walk towards him, huffs and snarls that to an ignorant ear might come across as a threat rather than acknowledgement. 

Your ears are not trained, but you know this instinctively, and that fills you with a sense of pride.

It’s as if a set of gears in your mind are clicked perfectly into place. Up until now, you were operating as a half broken doll, but now you’re fixed. Being connected to this dragon has fixed you.

His body is sleek and he’s small for a dragon–approximately half the size of Sunfyre–but he is exceptionally fast. He’s built for speed. To fly you to the enemy, burn them, and then proceed to the next. You imagine that you will be doing that a lot in the war. Or rather, you hope so, because just imagining it is so thrilling! You must be mad to be so excited by the concept of burning alive the enemy, but Targaryens are known to be mad and so there’s no need to temper yourself. 

Voidseer’s green eyes are shiny with delight as he lets out a delighted cry at your approaching, his slit pupils dilating.

He rises up to his feet, stretching his wings, which glisten purple underneath, and places his snout inches away from you.

With open arms, you lean into him and let your weight fall against him.

You can feel him breathing, the heat radiating from his nostrils. 

There’s so much you want to tell him: that King Aegon has chosen to legitimize you, that the small council has elected to grant you an entirely fictional backstory so that you may exist as a distant Targaryen from Essos, that you will live in the castle and be cared for properly as a member of royalty and never be hungry again.

But you cannot tell Voidseer all of these wonderful revelations with words--not yet, not until Aemond has taught you Valyrian–and so you close your eyes and concentrate on telling him with your soul.

[defness]

💧 VOIDSEER 💧

[awriterandabird]

HEY!!!!!!!!

i shoudl rememver to post more of my preivous artfight attacks >::)

thiz is the first one i ever did up!! characters by @voidseers >::D i take any ecuse i can to draw outter space i can gets (i do it again later)

[nucleon-artistry]

Thaumcraft moved on from wands in Tc6, so I wanted to do some service to the various 'casting gauntlets' added by it and some of the addons to it.

Casting Gauntlet "A more modern interpretation of Auromantic manipulation tools, the Caster's gauntlet is built off of studies into the nature of vis in its natural, primal state itself, and how best to harness it without exploiting and potentially destroying the natural sources of aura. thus endangering the balance of the local environment. Initial studies into this topic came from the properties of both the sojourner's wand cap, and the amber wand core. The design of the Gauntlet includes an energized amber lens for the drawing in of vis directly from the local environment, while the ergonomic and practical 'glove' design allows for more direct manipulation of vis as if it were an object one could wield. Some would say this is like reinventing the wheel, and they could very well be right. The iron used in its construction is prone to corrosion through extended use, and personally I would not trust a thin sheet of leather to protect me from all matter of spells that these devices can sling. This is a prototype to eventually be replaced." (Do I reaaaally need to say where its from? -.-)

Silver Plated Casting Gauntlet “Building off of the original design, changing out some fittings with more arcanely aligned metals such as gold and silver provides a slight boost in efficiency, and greatly reduces wear and tear from channeling.” (Not based off of anything actually, but I feel this would be a logical next step for base thaumcraft.)

Thaumium Casting Gauntlet “The charged thaumium that makes up this gauntlet’s build has twofold uses, it both allows for a greatly more efficient channeling tool, and a great bludgeon when vis is not so available. Unfortunately, the nature of thaumium means that its channeling ability degrades with wear and tear, though fortunately not nearly as fast as thaumium wands would.” (Based on Thaumic Revelation’s addition to the CG formula. A greatly appreciated addition tbh)

Elarium Casting Gauntlet “This extremely gaudy tool can directly channel psionic energies into more vis, and it greatly improves the users mechanical ability over the tidal forces of this world. Directly applying so much elarium to oneself however can have some damaging effects on the psyche. Just like with Elarium caps, there are much better uses for the substance than this…” (Not really based on anything, I just wanted to expand the repertoire a bit. This one is more worldbuilding than game design)

Alchemist’s Casting Gauntlet “New. Improved. With 30% more alchemy. This gauntlet is perfect for a burgeoning alchemist, with its highly durable materials, heat and chemical resistant lining, as well as inbuilt pipe management tools, it is a great deal! You can even pump certain essentia into it for a variety of boosts to its efficiency, power, or the like.” (Not really based on anything, I just wanted to expand the repertoire a bit.)

Voidseer’s Casting Gauntlet “It was only logical to take the next step from Thaumium, developing a gauntlet made from both voidmetal and shadowmetal would ensure its survivability long after other gauntlets would be worn out. Its Voidmetal build also allows it to draw in aura faster and more efficiently. It even allows for further tinkering, especially with forces of pure vis harvested from the warp itself, colloquially known as Impetus.” (Based on the Voidmetal gauntlet from Thaumic Augmentation.)

NovaCorp™️ Casting Gauntlet “The latest in aural manipulation and the field of aspectual science as a whole, the Casting Gauntlet (sponsored by NovaCorp™️) will revolutionize how you go about your daily lives! By pulling Aura directly out of the local region into its internal reservoir, it will pretty much always* remain charged! Manipulate arcana! Throw fireballs! Open up t̵͎̾ë̶̡͍́̊͝ä̶̟͚́͝ř̷̦̰̔̋s̸͚̘̮̆̕ ̵̉͑̎͜i̵̡̢͑ņ̷͕͗ ̵͇̑̌͘r̸̗͎̜̎̓e̴̩͊ä̶̞͠l̷̖̓́͠i̶͖̼͈̾͌ṱ̷̰̽̓͐ͅỳ̸̜̥͛! Special thanks to our sponsors the Order of Ascension for making it possible to bring such wonderous devices to people like you.  ˢʰᶦᵖᵖᶦⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃⁿᵈˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶠᵉᵉˢ ᵐᵃʸ ᵃᵖᵖˡʸ. ᴺᵒᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴬᵘʳᵃ ˡᵉᵛᵉˡˢ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ ᵈʳᵃˢᵗᶦᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᵈᶦᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵃˢᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵃᵐᵒᵘⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢᵃᵍᵉ ᵒʳ ᵉⁿᵛᶦʳᵒⁿᵐᵉⁿᵗ. ᴺᵒᵛᵃᶜᵒʳᵖ™️ ᶦˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉˢᵖᵒⁿˢᶦᵇˡᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵉˣᵖᵒˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠˡᵘˣ, ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍˢ ᵇᵉʸᵒⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜᵒᵐᵖʳᵉʰᵉⁿˢᶦᵒⁿ, ᵒʳ ᶠᵃˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵗᵉʳⁿᵃˡ ᵛᵒᶦᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʳᵖ. ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃᶜᵗ ᵃ ᵈᵒᶜᵗᵒʳ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵈᶦᶻᶻʸ, ˢᵉᵉ ᵛᶦˢᶦᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵃᵖᵖᵃʳᶦᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ, ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ/ᵒʳ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ, ᵇᵉᵍᶦⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳᶦᵉⁿᶜᵉ ⁿᵃᵘˢᵉᵃ, ˢᶦᶜᵏⁿ��ˢˢ, ᵛᵒᵐᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᶠˡᵘˣ, ᵒʳ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ.” (Based on a personal headcanon that the Crimson Cult have been making use of these types of gauntlets since TC4. But in AEON they aren't the CC, so /shrug)

[deadbutcaffeinated]

1. @ghosthoodie

2. ChawkeeArt on artfight

3. @voidseers

4. @aichrys

[swingstep]

artfight attack thread!!

for ~FelineFacade / @voidseers / @swap-note!

[shootingdio]

week 4 of artfight! characters and owners under the cut

??? by @voidseers

dot by @baphopup

Ashe by nyaner

Snowfall by RobbiXD

Lia by @decamarks

Pavati by CapitanGrover

Cirhir Fencem by @ashestwoashes

[reptilehaus]

some recent artfight pieces I’m really proud of!!!

@spr0utsies, solilojay on af, and @voidseers characters respectively!!!

and an update on my bingo;

[chocolatemilkandregrets]

Artfight dump from this year!

Characters in Order: @voidseers @galaxy-lilies @kation-kat

[starrfault]

the void beckons

hiya! welcome to my personal little corner of the internet! i'm pidge, but you can call me seven, void, voidseers, seers, or anything else you can come up with!

i'm an aroace nonbinary artist who uses they/them and voi/void pronouns! my favourite colour is purple and i refer to myself as being the lord of the void! (because... i'm obsessed with void critters, haha!)

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BYF

sometimes i swear!! sorry if that bothers you

i'm not plural, however i have a habit of referring to myself as "we", "us", "our", etc [may be due to my kinning :/]

i use text faces a lot! such as :) :( :/ :? :3 and more

BASIC DNI

problematic people like proshippers, non-con enjoyers, p//do/z00philes

nsfw accs

anti-kin

transphobes/homophobes/etc

believe asexual/aromantic people and anyone under the umbrella aren't real :/

basically don't be a POS

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i'll add more to this when i feel like it

common tags i use are below

[moondustmanwise]

whenever @voidseers asks me anything ever

Anyone: Hey (asks about a special interest of mine)? Me: Becomes an unskippable cutscene

[aspect-of-moth]

Good evening. Corvi art dump while i work on the rewrite timeline.

We have:

The baby.

Somewhere between when he left his adopted family and dipshidiots season 1.

A dipshidiots season 2 one

A brief intermission for Twtsmp and Ladssmp! When lavellan(horse) was finally named, he tended to wear clothes for warmer weather bc he lived in warm areas and one of his friends lived in a desert :)

I did forget to draw his wings though

More dipshidiots, but post twp/lads smps

Him and his son!!!!!!

And his adoptive mother, plus some insight to their relationship =]

Corvi eye logic

And now: headcanons.

Or maybe just canons, since he's my oc.

The scars on his neck are based on a thing i do when I'm stressed, where i scratch at my neck a lot. Since he had talons this generally causes injuries. He started doing this more after the Swynhollow incident.

Transgener.

He was married to a spruce boat(i can explain) and an Enderman, both died. There was a third marriage originally, but it's in limbo because i don't talk much to that characters creator anymore, unfortunately. He's currently in a relationship with my irl's character Glasgow =]

He's literally got a fucking deal with the void god. He works for castellan and Castellan gives him cool powers. I don't talk to the guy who made castellan anymore though, so Voidseer is more of a last name than a title.

His sword is canonically named Vengeance in the enderman language, after the Swynhollow incident.

He has to alter armor his friends give him because of the wings

He didn't learn how to fly until Twtsmp, when Icarua taught him how. Which is ironic considering ica's name.

His Son's name is Caerwyn, and he's Leucistic. Similar to bring albino, but not the same.

[propagated-fern]

Decided to show some of my attacks on AF! (only 2 so far but I've got more planned!!)

*cough cough* attack me here ;)

Attack on AlvraHunter, character: Camyn!

I just love his design and I really enjoyed drawing him (excluding the perspective ofc). I think I've found my artstyle from drawing him too 😊 The background needs work but I'm proud of what I got so far and that I even attempted a bg!

next~~~

Friendly fire for Voidseers, character: Kizu

I absolutely love how this turned out!! The character is beautiful and I hope I did their style with the room design :) And can we talk about the lighting?! I'm so so happy with it 💓 I think it's my favourite piece from now on ☺️

(This blog is a mess, I might need to organise it soon 🧹)

[lisartino]

While I'm on my Ghost King!Danny brainstorming, here's something I've developed lately:

Voidseers aka Phantom's local cultist astronomers who study Space on a daily basis and essentially keep his secondary obsession healthy.

(I'll do Pariah Dark's kingborne race once I've done with these cutes lovecraftian specters)