#and some lore??? as a treat

[sapphicseasapphire]

I finally have a design for Cryptid Wars’ sword spirit form!

And some lore under the cut!

Sword Spirits are the same as any other spirit- that is, they are simply a soul without a body. With a typical spirit, however, their body has withered away, leaving just the intangible aspects of themselves left.

Sword Spirits are the opposite.

They are made, not born. It is rare, as only a God can complete such a task: to pull a soul from the Sacred Realm before it becomes a person. Just as Fi was created by Hylia and Ghirahim was created by Demise, blank slates. Servants.

Weapons.

Warriors never got the chance to be Link. His soul was tethered to a blade before he would have been born. Created to serve in a war that is now over, he is left without a purpose. His previous Master, the Zelda of his era, could not leave such a powerful weapon alone. For fear that he’d try to take a new Master, she had his blade hidden deep within a temple and guarded by Hyrulean soldiers and perilous traps.

(This is a Legend of Zelda temple, after all. Warriors will not be easy to find).

By the time the Cryptids are portaled to his era and find the temple, Wars will have been sitting in solitude for half a year.

Alone.

With no purpose.

No Master.

And no will of his own.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Could I ask you for more Freelancer Danny? I love his denseness (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

Damian knew about Danny Fenton due to the multiple assassination attempts his mother had ordered on him. And how everyone had failed over the years as the man thawed whatever she sent out to kill him.

At first, Mother wanted to recruit Fenton, but he refused to join the great cause. He claimed he did not believe in their methods and would not serve a man like his Grandfather.

She later discovered that Fenton was the target of Father's affection and the main block between them, rekindling any romantic bond. Mother claimed she did not hate Fenton for this, as his parents wanted different things and views, but Damian did.

Damian could not stand a man who would think himself a better choice than Mother. He could not stomach the thought of Fenton being so powerful he could dismiss his family's organization as simply as rejecting a misbehaving dog.

How dare Fenton keep Mother away from his Father. Every day, Damian trained as hard as he could so that he could one day be able to best mother in combat and have the right to meet Father.

Then, he would work to defeat his Father so that he could demand Fenton's head on a platter. He had a long way to go, but Mother still attempted to kill the undeserving man while he grew more assertive.

Mother's assassination attempts began around the time Fenton had uncovered one of their youth training camps and set it ablaze. He had a problem training children to their limits, which made no sense to Damian. How else would those urchins become useful if they were not pushed past their limits?

Yes, a few of them died, but if they could not handle the training, there was no chance they could handle the actual missions. Fenton thought it was "cruel" and took all the children to an American orphanage that Father funded and ran.

Grandfather had been angry—angry more than Damian had ever seen in his young life. That training camp had been one of the first he had established; it had much history. Mother had assured him that she would make the attacker pay.

"Beloved will understand." She said, signing off on Fenton's death warrant. "He knows our ways."

That was that.

Until the people carrying Fenton's death warrant returned…in body bags with a note that read "Nice try" and a stylized white D underneath as a calling card, attached to each one.

That was four years ago. Damian is ten, has bested Mother, and is coming to meet Father. He had studied the fools Father had taken into the family.

He planned on taking out Drake first, for not only was he unworthy to be called Father's son, but even Grandfather had an eye on him. He needed to be handled before he grew to power.

Fenton turned out to be rather insightful. Damian had been in the Wayne Manor—quant that it was. He thought his Father was supposed to be wealthy, but he had been forbidden from being seen in public.

Then, he would take out Fenton.

It angered him to be treated as a secret. Again.

Before, he knew it was because Father was waiting for him to earn the right, as he needed to complete his training. He did.

He worked so hard to be the best. His mother and the man she spent years telling him was slightly less than his Grandfather refused to acknowledge him.

He disliked him.

Father's adoptive children treated Damian like a burden. Worst, Father treated him like an unstable bomb that was thrown on his lap like a common curd. Damian thought that he would have finally proved himself if he had just taken out Drake.

But the little insect turned out to be rather hard to kill off. Not to mention Todd, who had interfered more than once in his plans. Apparently, despite the fact that it was Fenton who had brought Drake to his Father—and not because Drake had any real skill—Todd thought the boy was an invaluable member of the team.

He did not think Drake was a danger to his position, which meant Todd was far too arrogant, and he did not have the skills to defend this mindset.

If anything, Fenton seemed delighted to listen to his stories of Mother and his homeland.

If Damian could not beat Drake, what hope would he have for Todd?

Fenton, on the other hand, treated Damian with respect. He considered his position and never made Damian feel wrong for his upbringing.

Damian, at first, had been free with his words. He was purposely throwing in comments of blades, screams, and blood. Fenton, in turn, told him the tales of growing up with his parents producing weaponry in the basement and the number of times he had to dodge a blast from something lying about in the house.

When Damian informed him of his training, Fenton applauded his abilities instead of pitying him for living through it.

Fenton then took him to a zoo. Damian had always been fond of animals, a weakness he attempted to hide. He could not exactly contain his urge to walk around the whole place, rolling his eyes when Fenton made a mistake on facts regarding the beats and spending an entire afternoon correcting him.

Fenton had not once dismissed or babied him. Unlike his servants, who are forced to listen to him, he seems genuinely happy to hear Damian speak. Strangely, Fenton even took Damian's training seriously, helping him sharpen his spy abilities by helping him go undercover in various settings.

Father had wanted him behind closed doors, but Fenton took him bowling, around the city, to the soup kitchen, multiple animal shelters to venture, and even to see various art museums. Whenever he asks Damian to explain his hostility to Drake, he reminds him that he would not be allowed to harm Drake.

"You just have to remind yourself that you're not there anymore," Fenton said over a Tabbouleh. Fenton had tracked down one of the few Arabic restaurants in Gotham because Damian mentioned how he missed his county's food.

He pointed out multiple reasons, but unlike when his Father, Grayson, Todd or even Pennyworth did, Fenton reframed from using emotions. He understood that where Damian was from, the weak deserved to be crushed to move up.

It warmed his chest in a way he only associated with his Mother when Fenton drove them there. "A good warrior adapts to his new settings and social customs. You aren't a mercenary."

Damian's nose wrinkled. "Those are the harlots of the world of warriors."

Fenton waved his fork at him. "They'll kill anyone for a dollar. They're far too easy to open their blades. Like their legs."

Damian ducked his head to hide the giggle that slipped out. They returned to the Wayne Manor to find Drake packing a bag. He returned to grab more clothing since he was still staying with Fenton. It was for his safety as Damian posed a real threat to his life.

For a moment, the blood son wondered if he could sneak up on him and slash his throat before Drake knew he was there, but then he thought about what Fenton said and chose to walk up to the teenager. "I shall allow you to live."

Drake froze. "Thank you?"

He nods, placing his arms behind his back. "I can still defeat you in combat. You breathe at my mercy."

Saying his piece, Damian glances over his shoulder, watching Fenton beam. The warm feeling returns as the man seems proud of him for not taking the chance to replace Drake.

Behind him, Father also smiles as if pleased. It's the first time he has ever looked at Damian that way. It was due to Fenton's advice and gentle guidance.

Fenton wasn't so bad after all.

He would refrain from plating his head for now, until he had enough information and experience to blend in with the American crowd and earn his Father's approval.

[rhapsoddity]

so Mumbo over the years,, am I right?

[puppyeared]

i like him

[lvlcurrent]

lucifer: why is he in a cage?

mammon: because he growled at me

[linkedin-offficial]

various gaolers + lore art (hi flight rising tumblr)

[wheatcak3]

I've been seeing the lemon thing everywhere I can't get it out of my head 🍋😭

[robinfollies]

some design comcepts for older lily + lewis!!! my latest and greatest headcanon for them is that in the future they get gems and can do magic of their own :33 i just think it’d be neat,,, something to do with their love of magic!!!! 🥺

[painfullyprickedandticked]

i dont think striker and alastor are characters who are "precious senpais who did nothing wrong" i just don't think they're as reprehensible as valentino or stella. their actions aren't excusable, no, but they aren't near that level of abhorrent.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Being a canine, I’m not surprised that Barnaby is least fazed. Howdy would probably have him converted to eating raw meat with him in no time lmao

date night(?) with the feral bf <3

[imavikingo]

[arcadekitten]

Hey, have you ever thought about adding any of your friends OC’s to your games? If you have, can we see them? (Noisrev versions, >:3?)

I have done this with friends ocs!! (Particularly @confectionscary 's). They're not really "Noisrev versions" though, as they're characters CJ specifically designed to be Noisrevian to begin with!

I think the only one who has showed up in a game right now is Tamaya, who is dating Netina! (Tamaya is mentioned in HFSH and cameos in Semiaquatic Circus)

[kaiju-krew]

I wanted to know. Is battra and Space Godzilla Gay together? If so nice. If just friends. Then Still cool

they are in fact.......... Gay Together

in my delulu little world at least

idk how it started honestly?? i just like the idea that gojirans are inherently weak for big moths :'') they're essentially mosugoji if you hit it with a emo-yaoi-beam or something

imma draw more with them soon to help flesh it out and spread more spacebat propaganda o7

[grimvestige]

Some war vets for me as a treat

[miralyk]

since silent hill 4’s (NA) anniversary was recent, been thinking about a cursed? charm idea for myself

[y-rhywbeth2]

Bizzare statement, but Lolth and Corellon as depicted in Evermeet: Island of the Elves are divorce goals for many of the toxic relationships involving my characters.

It's a regular trashfire; my OG dysfunctional, abusive divine family from before the Bhaalspawn obsession kicked in. Throw the whole thing out! Partly why I enjoy using a BG2 tie-in to make my Durge a child of Bhaal and kind of the Seldarine for double the dysfunction, maybe.

Corellon is implied to be a tad obsessed with his gf (not even sure what's happening with Angharradh. 'I declare myself Queen and consort,' meanwhile Corellon's not even looking at her because he's busy looking at Lolth.)

Lolth finds him smothering. Vhaeraun and Eilistraee are neglected. Eilistraee is slightly better treated, but she's also noted to resemble her mother which uhhhh. Eilistraee is 'my child,' Vhaeraun is 'your mother's son.' And even Eilistraee's idea of optimism is; 'if I do something to please father (by recovering one of my mother's lost creations she made for him) maybe he'll divert his attention from obsessing over mother for five seconds and show me an iota of affection!'

Meanwhile Vhaeraun long ago gave up trying and hates them both, and his sister because at least Corellon likes her and Lolth doesn't seem to be physically and verbally abusing her.

"I am Angharradh," the new goddess said in a voice that was wind, moonlight, and music. "From the essence of the three greatest elven goddesses am I born. I am three and I am one—three to ensure that treachery never again enters the heart of a goddess of Arvandor, and one to stand at Corellon's side." Angharradh stooped and touched her hand lightly to Corellon's forehead, and again to his heart. The wounds closed, and the dark aura that clung to him seemed to part. The elf lord opened his eyes at last. They settled, not on the wondrous Angharradh, but upon Araushnee. His gaze held terrible heartbreak and equally strong resolve. "A great evil has entered our midst," he said in a dry whisper. "We must confront it now, for the sake of the Seldarine and all our elven children. The Council is convened. Let any who would, speak freely."

-

Corellon looked into Araushnee's malevolent crimson eyes, marvelling that he had never truly seen her before. She stood taut and defiant, her fists balled at her sides and her entire slender form quivering from the effort it took her to keep from striking out at him. Where did it come from—this rage, this terrible ambition? "What is this that you have done?" he said softly. "What could you possibly hope to gain by such actions? If there is anything that you lacked, you had only to speak and I would have given it to you with joy." "Exactly," snarled Araushnee. "You would have given. True power is not given, but seized! As to your 'great gifts,' I held in my hands the destinies of mortal beings—but was my own ever mine to command? You treated me like some cherished and cosseted possession, while standing in the way of everything I desired!" "Not so," Corellon told her gently. "Never did I show you such disrespect. I loved you." "And you will yet live to regret it," she hissed.

And then he - instead of killing her as everybody, including Lolth, knows would be the better option for the safety of everyone - banishes her. Fuck the wellbeing of your children - mortal and divine - as well as other mortals of Toril!