#as will the necromancy shoot

[hirazuki]

Okay y'all, I'm going to be doing a shoot with Mairon in the forest in a couple of weeks and could use some ideas for props for him!

It's a very general concept, just a smoke generator and colored gel lights in the woods. Going for a Lieutenant of Angband/First Age Beleriand vibe. I'll probably try to work in some forlorn/beat-up post-War of Wrath shots (not drowning; we're not soaking this version because of the fake leather armor, though I fully intend on doing a drowned Sauron look too at some point XD), but there's nothing concrete beyond that. Some moody aesthetic shots, some menacing shots.

I've got a blade and lots of fake blood on the list. What else should I add?? 👀

[seriemorder]

also hadnt even realised but i really wanted to go the holidays season without coffee like i wanted to suffer through christmas without coffee in my body that wouldve made me an alcoholic finally fr jesus

[caught-in-the-filter]

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[buggieboyofficial]

I made a reverse au for @void-dude 's Shapes and Pines au!

Their au makes me so happy! :))) I thought it would be interesting to see them reversed. (I wrote a LOT on here so I'm going to transcribe it all at the end of this)

Honestly this was supposed to be a joke and then I kept drawing and thinking about them. This admittedly got out of hand.

To make up for it, have some Tad Strange and Bill!

Tad: Ow.

Bill: Look, Isn't it beautiful?

Tad: Bill, I shouldn't be seeing anything but a doctor right now.

(Full transcription under the 'keep reading')

1969 Tad Strange is 15 years old. (He looks old for his age and uses this to his advantage) He lost his eye in a firework accident when he was 12 and now, he has a fear of fire and a glass eye. Billium is 12 years old and is about to make a really bad mistake. His eye was missing at birth and can't get a glass eye without surgery. Their parents work together and Bills Parents asked Tad to babysit Billium when they are away to help with his bullies. They become friends. (Mini Comic 1) Billium- "You don't GET IT TAD!" Billium- "I was BORN a freak." Billium- "I can't pretend to be normal because I don't know HOW." Tad- "… Huh."

2012 Bill is a Biologist After his family home burned down, killing both Tad and Bill's families, Bill became interested (obsessed) with necromancy. He started with studying human biology, but his work hit a wall and he became desperate for more knowledge. He summoned Sixer for answers after searching for years trying to find a being that could help him. Who knew that the demon of knowledge could be so susceptible to flattery? It's probably because Sixer doesn't get summoned very often.

(Mini Comic 2)

Dr. Bill: Looking extra dexterous today Sixer~

Sixer: *AHEM* Thank you Dr. Bill, let's get back to work now.

Tad is a Car Salesmen He lives in his tow truck just in case he gets chased out of town for selling shitty cars at an increased price. He had lived alone for a long time before Bill tracked him down 4 months ago. Bill apologized and said some cryptic shit about fixing everything. Then he looked around at Tad's tow truck/home and left a paper with weird circles on it and an incantation. He said "Use this to get a better place, you'll need one soon" Then he left. Tad didn't summon Ley until 2 months ago when he almost got shot selling a fake Lamborghini to a gang leader. He was then chased out of town again.

1 Trillion years ago, Sixer and Ley were in the 2nd dimention.

Sixer created a safe(ish) portal to the 3rd dimension which he was able to do because he had one eye that saw in 3d and one that was in 2d.

Ley could see it out of the corner of his eye like Tad did, but doesn't like to look at the world beyond. He accidentally broke the portal Sixer made while trying to use it and now everyone is gone.

(Mini Comic 3)

Sixer: "Look Ley, a Shooting Star!"

Ley: "WTF is a star and why is it shooting at us?!"

[lucrezianoin]

Here is how to get astarion approval so high he will proposition you before the tieflings party. No evil choices, just some chaos. The score you want is 40.

Not all of these are necessary btw, if you di all of this you'll get over 40. Avoid what sounds too evil and check that you're getting up to 40. Also remember that for the party romance you actually only need 20.

- When Lae'zel is in the cage, talk to her before releasing her and ask her to say "please"

- Attacking the thieves at the ruined temple

- When Shadowheart mention needing a cure (at camp) make sure to choose the option about being cautious

- When you meet with Zevlor, refuse to help saying you have your own problems. (you can help anyway, don't worry)

- When Lae'zel meets the tiefling and ask him to bow, go along with her at least once, then you can stop her and apologise to the poor man

- When you meet Wyll, you can talk with the guy training the children. Tell the children that they will all die

- After saving Arabella, tell the druid woman that you just wanted to see what would happen

- When you meet Auntie Ethel at the refugees' camp, let her fuss over you and then tell her about the tadpoles

- You know the kid with the magic ring trick? Pocket that ring

- When you meet the two siblings mourning their dying brother, Astarion will approve of you send them to face the owlbear (but I never choose this, because it makes me sad). But I think the big approval comes in the dialogue just next, where you can say that using the tadpole seems like a great idea

- At the blighted village, when the goblin spots you, you will get approval if you attack them back

- Say boooo to Volo

- Open the door where the sexy moans are happening

- At the entrance of the goblin camp, if you can, thow shit at the guard

- There's a goblin that will ask you to kneel and kiss his foot. Uno reverse it, and intimidate him

- Let the cleric at the goblin whip you

- After you free the owlbear, pet them at camp

- Get the necromancy of thay, and the amethyst that fits in it and give it to Astarion

- Recruit Karlach with him in the party

- Killing the monster Hunter will also shoot up your approval of TEN POINTS. I usually never kill him, but if you're close to the party and you really want to get to 40, this is also an option

- When you meet Raphael, agree with Astarion that you should not trust him

- If you decide to do auntie ethel too, make sure to convince her to free Maryna and get the deal at the same time

Now, I think the majority of approval will come with how you talk with him at camp.

- Go along with his dialogue about killing you if there's any tentacle showing. Just play along, don't shut him down

- Go along with the "whose blood would you drink" dialogue. Your answer doesn't really matter as long as you don't shut him down

- When he bites you, of course, offer to give him your blood

- During the mirror dialogue (sometimes it happens pre-sleeping together) you can insult him a bit (you're not aging gracefully), but at the second reply reassure him. The last reply is fine for all the lines and they seem to all get approval, as long as you don't just leave.

In general this is usually all I need to get to 40, which is pretty high. In my last playthrough I managed to also get to 40 without doing many of these.

But as I said, you only need 20. Just remember that he likes being petty and asserting dominance over others, he loves the tadpole, he is cautious, he's a little silly and chaotic, he's selfish, he likes joking and talking so don't shut him down.

Just remember that he's much more explicit about sex being an exchange if you get the proposition before the party, and you end up missing the scene of the party. Up to you! If you see that he's at 40 he will proposition the moment you talk to him, so if you accidentally got his approval too high and want to see both scenes you can technically kill the goblin leaders and free halsin, talk to him, then when you sleep you get directly to the party where you will have the party scene too.

[tanadrin]

wife and i watched the chris pine dungeons and dragons movie last night, and it was (compared to historic entries in the d&d filmography) pretty good! but seeing the forgotten realms in up-close live action is a bit weird: there's something about the conventions of filmic verisimilitude (plus the on-location shooting in ireland and britain) that makes me ponder the implications of the generic conventions more.

like, obviously d&d settings can be a bit weird in the way that, having inherited fantasy tropes at a second or third remove and reprocessed them in a way suitable for a game setting, the forgotten realms has oddities like a whole economy of adventurers and dungeoneering, and extremely high magic world where characters have to be killed off using powerful magic to prevent them easily being resurrected, and a wildly inconsistent relationship between locations' political organization, their technological sophistication, the sorts of social institutions they support, etc., etc. on the other hand, i definitely found it a fun movie to look at: more than a a few individual stills would have made bitchin' magic: the gathering cards, or flavor art for a setting rulebook.

but since the villain of the movie is a powerful lich, whose plot is to convert more people to undeath to serve him, it did get me thinking about the really weird metaphysics of the d&d setting. like. necromancy is ontologically evil, but if i found myself in the d&d universe the very first thing i would do is try to become a lich, because death sucks and in this setting gods are real and i don't want the fate of my soul to be subject to their whims. and the second thing i'd probably do is start an effective altruism program to turn as many people as possible into immortal undead beings, to spread the advantages of unlife to as many people who wanted it as possible.

but i think this would be considered Evil behavior in the setting? idk man maybe Szass Tam is just really misunderstood. maybe he's onto something with this whole "cleanse the world of the taint of life" thing!

[sophie-frm-mars]

The Trump shooting is such a good example of how when all your focus is on one mindnumbing and dogshit thing you become hopeless because the only options that thing provides suck, and how electoral politics is that kind of thing all the time.

Would it be good if someone killed him? Would it be good if someone killed Biden instead, or both of them? It's a bad thing, what's happened, and it would be bad if it had gone differently, and it's bad that Genocide Joe hasn't stepped down and it will probably be bad if he does or if comrade covid succeeds in their mission, because the state and ruling class are enemies of the people and every outcome in their framework is bad. It would be good if there were mass squatting occupying the empty property developments and making them livable for the homeless instead, it would be good if cops were run out of every neighbourhood in America, it would be good if food and electricity and water were free, it would be good if the fascist state of Israel were destroyed and Palestine were free and the rotten necromancied corpse of the American empire lost its animating magic and collapsed into the fetid chunks of myopic baroque politicking that it deserves to be without hurting anyone else.

Electoral politics affects a lot of people, so it makes sense that it draws your attention, but nothing good can happen within it and everything good that can be built must be built by the working class away from its distractions

[meowsgirldrawing]

Astarion has Tav around his finger and everyone knows it..(Astarion x GN Tav)

Just a small headcannon of mine, hehehehe. Especially for my Tav and Astarion.

Note: Slight suggestive stuffz (Nothing explicit, mostly Astarion's teasing), mentions towards Tiefling Tav who's tall cause that's cute. Some cussing. Durge gets mentioned here as it's my personal head cannon that they are part of the group, just not the leader.

Word Count: 1,084

Masterlist: Here

AO3: Here

Everyone knows Astarion has Tav wrapped around his finger. 

Everyone.

Their fellow adventurers obviously, having watched the couple grow in their very campsite. Random folks they come across long enough to hear the banter between the two, which with Astarion’s need for constant teases and digs into Tav’s constant need to help every miserable stray they come across, happens quick enough. 

Overall, everyone and their mother knows it. Everyone and their mother can see it. 

See how much Astarion has their calm hearted leader sweetly wrapped around his finger without him having to even lift it. 

It was clear to Gale when Astarion threw a simple but meaningful glance at the Necromancy of Thay book they found safely tucked away behind traps of all kinds. Instead of giving it to him, the proudly pronounced wizard of the group. Durge had to jokingly soothe his feelings over that one. 

In reality, he didn’t mind it that much. Just rolls his eyes and ignores the small smile wanting to grow on his lips every time he sees Tav giving him yet another book that has the vampire reading for hours afterwards. 

Shadowheart already knew the moment Tav kept coming up to her nearly every morning, holding their neck and blushing up a storm. One glance to Astarion’s poorly hidden grin behind his book and Tav’s inability to keep eye contact, had her shooting down their apologies quick.

‘No you’re not.’ she said, hand flared up in Cure Wounds spell. 

Their tail simply curled up tighter on their leg as their blush deepened. 

Lae’zel simply scoffed at the idea, always watching as Tav reluctantly let Astarion go off to loot their now dead enemies belongings. 

‘They won’t need it anymore, darling, remember?’ He chirped with a wink. 

Still, she later had to give respect where it was due. Afterall, they had to bravely put up with her insistence to hurry it all up so they could get to the Creche faster. All as Astarion was behind them both, taking his sweet time to find his new treasures. 

Wyll laughed at the idea. Tav and him usually share many ideals amongst the group. Protect the innocents, take down the monsters. 

But for Tav to turn around and protect their own little monster in elf form, he can’t deny his happiness for his friends. 

Though he wished there was less need for blood in some situations. 

Like Tav subtly telling Astarion to cool it in the midst of talking with the Gur man, who didn’t realize-in short- just how fucked up Astarion’s situation actually is. 

The hopeless romantic one in him was in fact grinning proudly when Tav used their towering height to glare down the drow for her disgusting persistence towards Astarion. Especially when he caught them hugging hours later, Astarion looking for once the most relaxed ever. Like a cat curled up in their favorite person’s presence.

Karlach cooed and awed over it just as much as Wyll to be honest. She was full of grins and teases as she battled alongside the rogue in the field. Not just towards Astarion though, no. She threw the same treatment at Tav anytime she could.

Astarion could smirk and throw a line out like, “ Do take it easy, my love! You’ll need that energy later, afterall!” that had Tav glaring at him as they blocked off an enemy coming for their throat. Their flushing cheeks evident to everyone that it wasn’t from the battle anymore.

Karlach snickered, adding a little “ Just keep it down for us single-people, yeah Fangs?”

His smirk only grew with his grin, “No promises, dear.”

Her head tipped back in a laugh before she slaughtered down another fucker. 

Halsin squints his eyes at it with a fond smile.

Astarion batted his eyes at Tav the moment he saw the grease-filled flooring in the sewer in front of them all. 

‘If I have to go into a damned sewer of all things, I should at least be able to save something dear to me.’ His reason when he requested to be held across as they passed over it. Granted it took a minute, Tav crossing their arms and squinting their eyes down at the shorter elf. The bigger one holding his chuckle at the sight alone. 

Halsin did offer to carry him himself, but one glance from him and back to Tav told him everything. He wants Tav to carry him. 

And -unsurprisingly- surprisingly…they did. Astarion curled up with a giddy grin, clutching their shoulders as they suppressed their grin with a faux grimace. One kiss on their cheek had it peaking through however. 

He smiled at the small light they shared together despite the horrors of the world, praying that’ll always shine bright for them for however long it can. 

And laughed loudly the moment Tav’s foot slipped and had them crashing into the greasy puddle. Not without keeping Astarion to fall on them, safe and sound of course. 

Everyone knows Astarion has Tav wrapped around his finger…including the two of them.

“The things I do for you...” Tav grimaced as Astarion leaned back, tongue licking up the excess blood dribbling down his chin. It’s quick his grin appears. A sight like that would set others on edge, reaching for their weapons. For Tav, they scoff and wipe it with their thumb. 

Astarion is too fast in licking it off there too, a wink thrown their way that has them glaring once more. 

“Ah yes, the things you do for me..” His arms clutch their shoulders, wrapped around as their’s circle his waist again. Keeping him safe on their lap. 

He awws their pout, “You can just let me go then if you hate this so much, you know.”

Their grip tightens, as does the tail around his right thigh. 

“Quiet and finish up, alright? By the rate you're going, the sun will be up before you get even 3 gulps done.”

His eyes match the mirth in his smile, relaxed and happy that has their heart doing summer-salts. He tilts head sideways. “Oh, but of course, my love. Afterall, I wouldn’t want you to grow bored.”

Tav’s eyes soften. They know he’s merely joking, but they still kiss his cheek as sweetly. Feeling his eyes flutter in his happy hum. “Like I’d ever get bored of you.”

“I know.” He simply agrees before connecting with their neck once again. Making sure to keep it as gentle and kind to them as they always do for him.

[evermore-grimoire]

The Evermore Grimoire: Greek Mythology

Hecate (Ἑκάτη meaning ‘Worker from Afar’) was the goddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, moon, ghosts and necromancy in Greek mythology. She was the only child of the Titanes Perses (god of destruction) and Asteria (goddess of shooting stars) from whom she received her power over heaven, earth, and the sea. Hecate assisted Demeter (goddess of the grain) in her search for her daughter Persephone (goddess of spring), by guiding her through the night with flaming torches. After the mother-daughter reunion she became Persephone's minister and companion in Hades (the Underworld). Hecate was associated with the cypress tree which symbolised the Underworld and death in the old myths. She was also the goddess of borders and doorways, both physical and mystical. Dogs were also sacred to her, and thus she was associated with protection. When Phillip of Macedon besieged Byzantium, the Byzantines heard dogs in the street barking at the approach of his army. The Byzantines and Athenians defended the city successfully and such success was attributed to Hecate. In gratitude, the Byzantines erected a statue of the goddess.

artwork by IrenHorrors

[mediumgayitalian]

“Woah, hey, I wanna try.”

Nico startles at the voice, tiny bone falling from his hand and sinking back into the dirt.

“Aw.” Beat-up flip-flops slow to a stop right next to him, and Will plops himself down. He shoots a bright, too-wide smile in his direction, eyes crinkling. “Hi!”

“Hi,” Nico says warily, subtly inching away. Will, either oblivious or uncaring to his intention, just leans in closer, blue eyes watching him intently. “…What are you doing here?”

“Hanging out with you. Duh. How did you do that?” He points to Nico’s hands.

Confused, Nico re-summons to the squirrel femur, dragging up the rest of the skeleton too. It chitters to life, nosing at the sliver of bare knee out from Nico’s ripped jeans, before bounding over to Will. He doesn’t even flinch, laughing as the little thing scampers up his arm and rests in his hair. Nico’s mouth twitches.

“I don’t actually know? I guess I can do it the same way you can heal. It kind of just happens, I can’t really teach you.” He pauses, squinting. “Unless…necromancy is healing, technically. Can you do necromancy?”

Will shakes his head, wincing as one of the squirrel’s ribs gets catches a curl of his hair, tugging it as it moves. “No, the other thing. The spinny thing.” He gestures towards Nico’s hands, wiggling his own in explanation. “With the — bone.”

“Oh! Oh, that.”

Closing his eyes, Nico lays his palm flat on the packed dirt, feeling around under it. He can’t see it, exactly, but he can feel buried things the same way you might feel the air shift when someone comes in an empty room. Things take up space, and there’s a record of that you can feel. Nico’s ability just extends underground, and bones, especially, are like someone entering a room loudly. He’s directed to them almost automatically.

He feels around until he gets pulled towards another buried dead. A mouse, this time, or at least a part of its skeleton. Nico leaves it. The bones are too small for his purposes.

He keeps searching until he finds a raccoon’s ulna — perfect. He drags it up, patient as it worms its way around rocks and through clay and even, notably, a snake’s burrow, and finally breaks through the surface, right up into his waiting palm. He taps it twice on the ground, shaking off the excess dirt, then poises it deftly in between his right middle and pointer figure.

Then, aware of Will’s intense gaze on him, he starts to fiddle with it.

So fast the movement looks fluid, he passes the thin bone along his deft fingers; in, out, in, out. He bends it under his hand back into the looped curve of his pointer finger when it reaches his pinky, starting the cycle all over again. The bone makes tiny swishing sounds as cuts through the air.

“Woah,” Will breathes, eyes wide, pupils wider. “That’s so cool.”

Nico shrugs, embarrassed. “It’s just — twirling. It’s not hard.”

“It’s like the bone is moving itself, though! That’s so sick!”

Nico has never had anyone look so — delighted at him, before, at his magic. Not that this even counts — he did this with sticks, when he was a kid, with pencils. It’s just a fidget, but Will grins at him like Nico’s turning straw into gold.

“I can — show you, if you like.”

Will cheers, scooting somehow closer. Their knees touch, and Nico has to bite down a gasp; somehow, even that touch is hot, even through his jeans he feels like he’s been shocked. His hands, too, under Will’s intensive, determined scrutiny, start to tingle.

“Extend your middle finger up, a little, like you’re trying to cross it over your pointer. No, don’t actually cross it, just — here. Let me.”

He grabs Will’s hands before he can think about it, and he regrets it; the contact makes it suddenly hard to breathe. He forces himself through it, breathing through gritted teeth, and places Will’s fingers the right way.

“Your heart rate’s way off,” Will comments. “You’re also producing an excessive amount of adrenaline and cortisol. You okay?”

Nico bites back a curse. Damn vitakinesis.

“I’m fine,” he grits out.

“If you say so.”

He rushes through the end of his explanation, practically flinging the bone in Will’s direction and throwing himself away, making sure there’s a healthy stretch of space between them when he sits back down.

“You try.”

Will shifts, eyes narrowed on the poised bone. His tongue peeks out of the corner of his mouth in focus, just barely, and Nico has to beat back his thoughts with a mental battering ram. The squirrel skeleton, still sitting on Will’s head, rattles as if laughing at him.

I’ll give myself a lobotomy. I will. Do not test me.

“I got it!”

He glances back down at Will’s cry, accidentally meeting his eyes — blue, blue, gods, they’re so blue, is that an Apollo thing? First the sunrise-coloured hair, then sky-eyes? Apollo’s eyes are brown, usually. Blue only when he feels like it. Why are Will’s so identical to the heavens, then? Why do they seem to take up half his face, they’re so constantly wide, constantly watching? Attention everywhere, all the time, like everything is worth looking at, committing to memory. They go near black, when the sun sets, they get so dark. Mirrors of the night sky. That can't be mortal.

Sure enough, the ulna weaves through Will's fingers — clumsy, stuttering, not as fluid as Nico, but the foundations are there — successfully.

"Good job."

The answering smile could light up the Earth in an eclipse. Nico feels sunburnt.

"I gotta go show off to Kayla and Austin!" Ulna tucked in his ear like a pencil, he reaches up a hand, waiting for the squirrel, despite not having an olfactory system, to sniff his palm, deem it safe, and crawl in. "Come on, Sammy. Thanks, Nico! You're the best!"

"Sure," Nico mumbles. He watches him run off, cradling the little squirrel skeleton carefully. "No problem."

A small smile pulls at his face.

[kaykebitez]

Arcane Arousals (Rolan x F!Reader)

Rating: Explicit Category: F/M Pairing: Rolan/Tav; Rolan/Female Reader Status: Complete Chapters: 1 Word Count: 6,838

Tags:

POV Second Person, Unnamed Tav (Baldur's Gate), Wizard Tav (Baldur's Gate), Location: Sorcerous Sundries (Baldur's Gate), Female Tav (Baldur's Gate), Tav is Not Described (Baldur's Gate), Banter, Mutual Pining, Teasing, Inappropriate Use of Telekinesis, Vaginal Sex, Clothed Sex, Desperation, Sloppy Makeouts, reader is a shit, Wizard Banter, You Tease Rolan Until He Snaps, Feral Rolan, But Still Kinda Submissive, Shameless Smut

Summary:

You're an accomplished wizard and in the wake of the Netherbrain's defeat, the hero of Baldur's Gate. In the aftermath of the mindflayer invasion, you move into Ramazith's Tower with Rolan, technically taking on the role of his 'apprentice', even though you have several years of teaching experience under your belt at Blackstaff, pre-tadpole. Rolan is insufferable, prickly, and very obviously into you, but he hasn't made a single move towards you, and it's starting to drive you just as crazy as his ego is.

So, one day, after taking verbal potshots at each other that wind up with Rolan giving a demonstration of a new spell he's learned... you decide to test his concentration. By any means necessary.

You also want to see just how far you can push the bratty wizard until he snaps.

AKA: You (Tav) tease Rolan until he can't take it anymore and you fuck on the floor. That's it. That's the fic.

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“Rolan, for the last time, Spectres & Spectral Weave Incantations belongs in the Evocation section, not in the Necromancy section,” you chide, plucking the tome from the dusty shelf in Ramazith’s library to pass off to one of several mage hands that float animatedly around the room. The noonday sun streams in the stained-glass windows, and sorting books would be a wonderful, relaxing way to spend an afternoon up here, if it weren’t for the insufferably prickly tiefling wizard insistent on mucking up your carefully-curated organization strategy.

Rolan whips his head around from where he was rifling through books on a different shelf, letting out an irritated huff through his nose. “By Vivri Arevi? The necromancer?” he says, the emphasis on the last word reminding you much of how one would speak to a small child. The tone has your hackles raising already, but more than annoyance is the overwhelming desire to put this pompous arse in his place.

“Just because the author was a necromancer doesn’t mean all of her writings are classified as Necromancy,” you say, directing the mage hand to shelve the book in its proper place across the way, watching as Rolan’s honey-gold eyes follow the hand with annoyance. “Honestly, have you even read the thing? You’d know within the first few pages it’s clearly an Evocation text.”

“I don’t know what kind of time you think I have these days,” Rolan says with a scoff. “But between running the shop and re-organizing this disaster Lorroakan left, there’s little time left in the day to pour over obscure texts.”

“Obscure?” You snort, stepping down from the ladder you’ve been perched on to place your feet on the floor. “That’s a second-year text for students at Blackstaff. I think I could recite the prologue forwards and backwards. Honestly, Rolan, as talented as you are you’re remarkably under-read.”

It’s a cheap shot, sure, and Rolan’s tail thrashes as he glares at you. But after everything you’ve been through together, this kind of bantering is normal for the two of you, and you flash him a teasing grin, even if the gleam in your eyes is a little mean.

“Is that any way to speak to your master, Tav?” he shoots back at you, all sharp teeth and smug satisfaction. Oh. You’re playing ball today, alright.

As the de-facto ‘master’ of the tower, that makes you his apprentice. Although it’s more of an in-joke between the two of you rather than a true master-apprentice relationship. You taught at Blackstaff Academy before you were forcibly abducted by mindflayers and infected with a tadpole. Your abilities zapped, you were forced to save Faerun with little more than a first-year’s spell knowledge, and unfortunately, the full scope of your talents haven’t returned in the wake of the netherbrain’s defeat. You couldn’t very well go back to your old life as an instructor at your level, so you stayed in Baldur’s Gate, Rolan graciously offering you a place to stay at the tower in return for saving his and his siblings’ hides multiple times over.

 And so, on paper, you’re technically his apprentice, but it’s in name only. While your spellcasting abilities took a hit thanks to the tadpole, your knowledge certainly didn’t. Considering Rolan is entirely self-taught, you find yourself often teaching him things, when he’s not getting on your nerves or you’re not riling him up, that is. In fact, you’ve both grown as wizards in the last two months of working together, you in power and him in knowledge. It’s been an enjoyable working relationship, to say the least, and his company isn’t bad, either. You almost rather like living at the tower with him and his siblings; it’s less lonely than your solitary teacher’s dormitory back at Blackstaff, that’s for sure.

You eat dinner with him most nights, talking about all things arcane until your food’s gone cold and you’ve both sunk nearly a full bottle of wine. When Rolan isn’t trying to posture, isn’t trying to be the ‘best wizard in the realms’, he’s almost rather charming. You could even consider the two of you close friends.

But that doesn’t mean that Rolan, the bastard, won’t rub in your face that he’s your ‘master’ at any chance he gets.

Which is why it’s now become your hobby to knock this young brat down a few pegs each day.

It’s simply the natural order of things.

[cocogum]

Reassuring proof that the sadidas are very much alive and well in the Waven era:

In the Lance Dur webtoon, a sadida appeared in the 4th chapter called “The Sickness of Lance Dur”. Lance Dur is far older than the last time we saw him in Season 4, meaning that more than a decade had passed which was after the wave had happened. (Waven happens 10 years after the Wakfu era)

In Waven, if we look around on Astrub Island, we can see a female sadida gardener looking for some shrubs. Her quest info does not reveal her race but her skin complexion as well as her hair color matches the sadida race perfectly.

(this woman was looking for some sentient shrubs by the way...don't ask why...)

We also notice a male sadida and a female sadida eating together in an inn in Amakna.

One of Waven’s quests has Renate, an (iconic) sadida, asking you to help him with the smells of a temple. He is not only a sadida but is also a royal servant of Amalia.

Renate doesn't seem to be near Canar this time around but looks to be well. He’s even joined one of Waven’s four cardinal clans, which in his case, is the nature clan.

In Waven, we can see a small music sadida band playing in Amakna.

When we take a look at Waven’s emotes skin shop, we can see three Sadida god reaction stickers. If Sadida had lost his godly status (meaning if he died), then his stickers wouldn’t have been present in the shop. The emotes skin shop currently has three reaction stickers for Iop, Cra, Eniripsa, Ecaflip, Enutrof, Sram, Sadida, Xelor, Sacrier, and Feca.

*Reaction stickers are not available for Osamodas and Pandawa at the moment*

In the Bestiale teaser trailer, which is a show that will take place in Waven, two sadidas can be seen in the background when Yrehn, our osamodas main character, is visiting a market.

One of these sadidas, however, seems to be someone we already know: the one on the left is Chamberlain Thicktuft, the counsellor or advisor (?) of the Sadia kingdom. He appeared in every season (excluding Season 3) and has even been seen in The Great Wave manga attending the banquet for the male sadida and female eliatrope marriage.

So why is he in the Bestiale teaser? No idea.

Aside from the Sadida proof listing above, another thing people noticed were the cras in Waven. Or rather their weapons.

When we take a look at each cra and their types, none of their weapons remotely look like the ones we’ve seen in Wakfu or Dofus anymore. Back in Wakfu, the cras were in an alliance with the sadidas which is why their bows were primarily made of special wood. Evangelyne was a good example of this.

So when we compare Wakfu to Waven, the cras now have more than one choice of weapon :

Arcarius Paladir replaced their bows with a much more efficient trajectory leafy-like weapon.

Blunderbust have adopted a steampunk style and chose to use guns that shoot arrows.

Buneblade have abandoned long-range weapons of any format entirely and opted to use boomerangs instead.

Piven Bow might just be the only type we know who still uses the old cra style by keeping the bows. Their name even has the word “bow” in it.

Shaden Shiru just like the Buneblade, threw out the bows to use knuckle ring-looking weapons as their main source for fighting.

Zandiezer Zo relies on a stoned glove in the shape of a crossbow that can emit long-range shots.

Given that most cras have preferred using other weapons than the bow, this leaves us to speculate that the alliance between the cras and sadidas is indefinitely over and might have possibly ended after the Necrome war or a bit later.

Other than that, it’s reassuring to know that the sadidas have at least survived the great wave since the tree of life had to have been protected and now resides somewhere safe and hidden from the world.

Waven is currently in progress, so there is still a lot to discover and learn about what happened after the great wave struck. When more updates drop, there might also be more islands to explore which could reveal more about the sadidas’ situation.

[raviolirash]

Here is how I shot up to 81 (exceptional) Astarion approval way before the tiefling party playing a good character. Tired of seeing this "you need to be a mass murderer to get this guy to like you."

1) fuck around until you have 17-ish approval. There are many ways to do that which don't involve war crimes. Just be funny. Bully Raphael. Support Karlach.

17 approval starts the whole fuckin avalanche. Stay away from the goblin camp until further notice!

2) the bite scene should trigger. Say that you trust him and let him bite you. Make him stop the first chance you get. I know. I know.

3) controversial, but don't become his capri sun. The option that says something like "glad we could agree" right after he tells you that you have his word that he won't feed on innocents yields 5+ approval. Not at computer right nowcantcheck but you can figure it out. You get no approval for becoming his regular capri sun.

3.1) buy a hireling from Withers for him to eat (doesn't need to be in your party. They just stand there). Withers doesn't give a SHIT.

4) at this point you should be at 40-ish, causing the bang scene to trigger. Let him bite you. This should shoot it up to like 60.

5) there are lots of camp dialogues in-between all of this which let you gather extra approval points.

6) give him the necromancy of Thay. Let him open the barn door (that gives 5+ because he's a little freak)

7) baaaa at the redcaps who think they're sheep

[You are free to visit the goblin camp now. Seeing the cutscene about the absolute triggers the cutscene with the dream guardian, which once blocked the forest scene from happening completely lol]

8) let the Loviatar guy hit you a bit.

9) bully Volo

Boom.

[phantomtwitch]

For angstfest! I'm a little late, but here's one for a No One Knows AU.

They’re already moving as soon as he’s gone. 

Tucker grabs Danny’s legs while Sam picks up Danny beneath his arms and shoulders. He’s long past the point of being embarrassed about Sam being stronger than him, and they have to move fast as they drag Danny’s body into an empty classroom nearby. He mutters curses under his breath as the heavy classroom door bounces off his side, and Sam huffs and rolls her eyes. “Drama queen,” she accuses, and he sticks his tongue out at her as they carry Danny’s body the rest of the way inside and the door shuts with a too-loud slam behind them. 

But they’re not worried about the noise attracting attention. Most of the students are staying within their own classrooms, ignoring whatever odd sounds they might hear as the ghost alarm goes off in the background. The harsh, blinking lights cast odd shadows on Danny’s face, making Tucker queasy for a minute as they prop his body up against the wall below the whiteboard. 

“How long?” he asks, panting heavily and trying to catch his breath. 

“Two minutes and forty-five seconds,” she says with a grin as she sits down next to him. “Pretty sure that’s a new record.”

“Nah, we did it in two minutes and thirty-eight seconds last month, remember?” he says as he sits down beside her and starts to unpack his backpack. The defibrillator is buried at the bottom, tucked beneath his things. It’s the smallest one they could find that’s still effective, even if they’re not exactly using it for its intended purpose, and Sam carries another just in case. For a normal person, it wouldn’t be possible to restart their heart and lungs with an electric shock, despite what the movies claim, but for Danny? Electricity is the only thing that works, the only thing that will bind his spirit back to his corpse as it infuses and activates the ectoplasm flooding his blood stream. 

The Fentons could no doubt provide a scientific explanation as to why and how it works, but to Tucker, it’s an odd kind of magic, of horrifying necromancy as they forcibly, painfully force the electricity to run through him again, so similar to the accident that caused this problem in the first place. It’s only by chance that they know it works, having tried the defibrillator hanging on the lab wall in the basement after he came out of the portal and his body fell to the ground as his ghost hovered over it in shock. He didn’t give it much thought the first time. Tucker merely assumed the movies were right and that they restarted Danny’s heart. It wasn’t until later that they learned the truth. 

With practiced ease he pulls Danny’s old NASA t-shirt off, and then scowls as he notices that Danny’s wearing a new necklace with a constellation on it that Tucker probably should know the name of after being Danny’s friend for so many years but doesn’t. “Great. More stuff to take off. Wonder who gave it to him,” he grumbles, twisting it around in his fingers until he finds the clasp and removes it. He checks him over for any more metal and finds none. “How long now?” 

“Four minutes,” says Sam, and he nods. They worry one day it’ll be too long, that there will be no forcibly stitching his soul and body back together, that all will remain is a ghost and the body of a boy who’s been dead for longer than anyone knows. The longest Danny’s ever gone is thirty-three minutes, yet they were still able to bring him back that day even as it seemed to take longer than usual. But there’s no one they can ask for help or advice, no one that’s dealt with this before besides them and Jazz, and none of them trust the Fenton parents enough  to not shoot their own son in the face if they learn the truth. Because so far, at least, when Danny’s back he is alive again. He’s grown a few inches since this started a year ago. He’s been forced to get his usual haircuts, to trim his nails when they get too long. His heart beats within his chest, and he breathes and smiles and laughs like there’s nothing different, nothing wrong, and absolutely nothing out of the ordinary about him.

They shift Danny again, laying him down flat on the floor on his back as Tucker kneels down beside him and sets up the defibrillator and sticks the pads to Danny’s chest. There’s nothing they can do until he returns, so they wait, Tucker drumming his fingers against the side of his leg as Sam continues to glance at her watch every few seconds. “Did you hear that they’re remaking the first Nightmerica movie?” he asks, looking for any distraction he can. 

“Ughh, yeah,” she groans. “Which completely misses the point of why it’s so good in the first place. I don’t want a modern version with modern effects. I want cheesy 80s costumes and music and horror and the chance to cheer as stuck-up cheerleaders get murdered. I mean I guess there’s a chance they’ll keep the original charm, but I doubt it.”

“Yeah, there’s already rumors that they’re casting, like, Scarlett Johanson as Nightmerica,” adds Tucker. “Doesn’t really bode well.”

“Seriously? If she gets cast, I’m just going to nope right out, pretend it doesn’t exist, and hope everyone else does the same,” she says, and then goosebumps erupt across their skin as the temperature in the room drops precipitously as Phantom enters the classroom, phasing through the wall. 

He looks rougher than usual as ectoplasm drips from his arms and chest, deep claw marks gouging through the thin black and white hazmat suit he wears even now. His eyes are consumed with green light, his hair floating over his head and flickering like sparks, and there’s a faint hint of white beneath the dark suit, of the shape of bones even as Phantom is nothing but ectoplasm. “Rough fight?” he asks.

There’s heavy static behind each word. Talking to him like this is almost useless. They can’t understand the ghost speech, the odd echoes and noise and whirring, and trying to teach Danny sign language or morse code or any other method of communication when he’s whole again is worthless, none of the knowledge transferring to his ghostly self, the wall between his two halves too solid for even Phantom to phase through. They don’t know why Phantom is one of the only ghosts that can’t speak without the noise and distortion, that can’t make his words understood, but it’s a truth that’s held fast for as long as Danny’s been like this. 

But Tucker’s gotten better at reading his unnatural body language, the way he twists upside down and curls his tail around himself as his sharp, pointed teeth flash. “Sorry, man,” he says. “I wish you didn’t have to do this.”

They don't know why he feels compelled to fight the other ghosts. They don't even know what triggers the transformation, even as they've come to recognize the warning signs, like the odd vacant stare that sets in, the way Danny’s hackles almost seem to rise as he silently snarls. And it's not as if Danny can tell them.

Phantom whispers something in response, the words still lost in the static, and then he floats over to himself, putting a hand over his own corpse, because as hard as it is for Tucker to think of it that way, he knows, on some level, that’s what Danny's body is without Phantom. There’s no life in it, no presence, no spirit. It’s merely flesh, an empty vessel, and he shudders to think what could happen if another ghost found him like this, if he might be able to possess him somehow. 

"We're at nine minutes," says Sam, and Phantom lets out something like a sigh as he floats back into the corpse. Danny's eyes snap open, green and glowing, and they move quickly.

Unlike the one in the lab that was old and lacked the safety features of most modern AEDs, they had to make a few modifications to this one to get it to work. A modern defibrillator won't let someone shock a body with no heartbeat. Messing with the tech felt dicey, but they couldn't find any other methods to safely deliver a shock to him that wouldn't risk their own safety, too.

The pads are already placed, and he pushes the button, biting his lip as he waits. It delivers the first shock, but aside from a twitch in his shoulders and a confirmation from the AED, there's little to no sign it happened. 

A hiss of soft static, and Tucker understands the meaning despite the noise, a bitter plea for them to do it again. It takes three shocks before they see it, the strange white light around his midsection, and Tucker turns off the AED as he and Sam scramble a few steps back.

The light spreads, eventually too bright for them to bear the sight of it as little arcs of electricity dance along Danny's skin, and when it finally stops he's sitting up, staring vacantly. The daze won't last, but they take this moment to put away the defibrillator, removing the pads from his chest. Tucker puts the necklace back on, his fingers shaking as he snaps the clasp together. Much as he tries to act like this doesn’t bother him anymore, he can’t contain his relief at seeing Danny sitting up again, his chest slowly moving with each breath, his pulse steady beneath his wrist and neck. 

They've just pulled his shirt on when he blinks, and Danny looks down at his hands, wincing as he touches his chest. "I feel like I got run over by the GAV," he groans, and Tucker forces himself to chuckle.

"You might as well have. You hit the floor hard when you fainted," says Tucker. The injuries are never there, but some phantom pain always seems to remain as his ghost heals. "I'm sorry we never manage to catch you, man. I know it’s gotta hurt."

"It's fine," mumbles Danny. "How long was I out?"

"About ten minutes," says Sam. She doesn’t point out that they time this, now, down to the second. It’s not as if timing it changes anything, but it makes them feel better when they revive Danny in under twenty minutes. More than that and they start to worry. Tucker’s still not sure how Danny doesn’t have any brain damage at this point from the lack of oxygen. 

Danny hums, flexing his fingers for a minute as the ghost alarm shuts down. "I . . . Doesn't it seem like this is getting worse? I can't even remember seeing a ghost. I . . . I never can."

"You know this messes with your memory–"

"Yeah, but that makes this seem more like I'm having seizures or something, not fainting. And it's always one of you or Jazz when I wake up, which seems weird, maybe? I just  . . . Maybe we should tell my parents," he whispers, and Tucker's heart aches.

"I don't think that's a good idea–" begins Sam, but he cuts her off.

"--why not?" He looks between the two of them, scowling, his fists now clenched. "What aren't you telling me?"

He and Sam exchange a long look. It always comes to this eventually, yet despite their best efforts, it's pointless. Some part of Danny refuses to hear the truth, to acknowledge that he died or at least half-died in the portal, and within an hour he always forgets they even discussed this at all. They don't know why. They've proven over and over again that they accept him and love him despite how he’s changed. But the wall is still too solid to break through.

They should explain it to Danny again anyway. Tucker knows that. But he's so tired of repeating himself, and he knows Sam is, too. Jazz says his psyche needs more time to process and accept the truth, but it's been a year with no sign of things changing. 

Sam eventually sighs, forcing the words out. She's always been the strongest of the three of them in more ways than one. "A year ago, you had an accident. You were hurt badly, and we saved you, but–"

The door swings open suddenly, and he sees Mr. Lancer there, the relief evident on his face. "Lord of the Flies! Is everyone okay?" he asks as he takes in the sight of the three of them on the floor. At least the AED is back in Tucker's bag and out of sight, since Tucker doubts Mr. Lancer would be willing to ignore what that might signify if he saw it. 

"We're fine," says Sam. "We thought we heard the ghost and hid. I'm sorry we worried you."

"Somehow that always seems to happen with the three of you," he says with a frown, clearly questioning it, but thankfully he doesn't push it further. "But I’m glad that you’re safe, at least, and now that the ghost is gone you three need to get to class."

"Okay." They stand up, and Tucker can see the worry and distrust as Danny clenches his jaw and refuses to look at them as he heads out into the hallway. But that’s not the worst part. No, it’s knowing that by the time lunch rolls around, Danny won’t remember his suspicions or his fears. They’ll be pushed down, slowly hidden beneath the protective part of his mind that refuses to let him know the truth, and instead of questioning why he constantly faints whenever there’s a ghost, why he has strange aches and pains, and why he often sets off his parents’ equipment even when he’s human again, he’ll talk to them about the latest video games and movies and gossip and homework. 

He desperately wants his friend to know the truth. It hurts, even as he knows they’re not lying to Danny about what’s happening, that they’ve tried to explain it before. And despite how naturally taking care of his body comes to him and Sam now, despite knowing the signs that herald Phantom’s emergence, Tucker knows they can’t keep this a secret forever. Inevitably, they won’t be there one day, they’ll miss an obvious sign, or someone like Lancer will walk in a little too soon. And once they learn the truth, he and Sam and Jazz know that Danny will be taken from them as he’s locked away in a lab by the GIW or his parents and becomes some gruesome science experiment, tortured as he can’t even remember the reason why. 

More and more Tucker’s beginning to think they’re running out of time. They need to find a way. They need to get Danny to understand who and what he is so he can protect himself, because Tucker’s not sure how much longer he can keep up the lie, too. 

EDIT: I wrote a Part Two, it's here.

[herbgerblin]

Graphic Novel Sample Pages be upon Ye!

Have a peek at part of the pitch deck that @anonymousalchemist and I have been working on. The complete package is still in progress but will be queried out to agents (hopefully) later this month.

Right now, we need feedback! We've been scratching our heads for comparisons of existing media, so if there's anything recent or popular that this story reminds you of, feel free to shoot me an ask! (or just tell us if you like it :3)

Summary:

Emory Arrowgant thought he was safely dead. Then his psychopomp boyfriend, Isaac Yong, yanked him back to the land of the living. If only Isaac had been successful. Torn from the White City and stuck in the slipstream haze of the radio, Emory must help Isaac solve the mystery of his murder in order to be laid to rest. But Emory’s not the only thing that Isaac brought back. All sorts of undead horrors have slipped through the crack in reality created by Isaac’s rituals. And Isaac is honor-bound to hunt them down--if the Glassfall police don’t put him away first. What they’ll soon learn, though, is that the botched necromancy, the monsters, and Emory’s murder are all connected. After all, Isaac wasn’t the only necromancer in town that night. And Emory isn’t the only ghost.

Draft of Transcript up to Page 10 (A lot of dialogue has changed over the course of making the pages. I haven't had time to edit, sorry. I will do so this weekend!)

[frozenhi-chews]

Your self insert looks cool do they have Lore

Ooo Pancake? Why yes, yes she does!! And a lot, actually. I'll TRY to keep this relatively short.

Pancake is my self insert/persona and I use her for almost everything. It's all Pancake in different universes. And there's two backstory categories that they all fall under: Demigod and Poor Teen.

But before all that, Pancake is a hybrid between an alien called a Terrorvant, and a human.

They are MASSIVE, some reading a size that's five times larger than a blue whale. And Pancake can only reach ten feet. They also have shape and color shifting abilities, though some traits will still poke out. And they have acid blood. That they can shoot from their mouths. At high temperatures and velocities. They are VERY protective of their loved ones. They'll make friends and let others make friends, but if someone threatens them or a loved one, HEAVEN HELP THEM. Pancake had inherited this.

Let's start with: DEMIGOD!!

AUs this is a part of: Leave Death to the Professionals, I Scammed Death, and a couple others, I can't remember

Leave Death is the base universe where Pancake is from. All the lore bits and whatnot are from here. It's where Skittles is too. Pancake accidentally slipped and ended up killing herself, and through Death, found out she was a Demigod. And a necromancer. There's loss of morals, humanity, letting herself indulge in things she never could because there's no ultimate consequences. She is a nightmare, a menace, and be wary if you piss her off

I Scammed Death:

My self ship with Spamton. Pancake falls into the Cyber World and stays there indefinitely with her trash husband. How sweet :3

And now for the others: POOR TEENAGER. This one has no demigods or Skittles or anything else. Pancake and her friends like to ghost hunt, explore abandoned buildings, and try to summon ghosts. The summonings are typically uneventful, but they still have fun. Pancake, however, found an old book in a library about necromancy. Being silly, she took it to her friends and wanted to try the hardest spell. It wouldn't work, they felt, and there's no repercussions if they fail. Safe. Except she did the spell perfectly. And she's now a necromancer who can't die, can talk to the dead, and is having an existential crisis over it. A lot less dramatic than the Demigod category, but it fits into certain AUs better. Such as:

UNDEAD4UNDEAD: An AU where Pancake and Springtrap are together. (Ask me about this one cuz there's a LOT here). Pancake somehow can't leave the cursed Freddy Fazbear's franchise. It always comes back to haunt her. And she ends up getting a literal rotten boyfriend out of it

MSA/PANTHUR: This one is slightly different, on account she became a necromancer in her adult years. Her friends died in a caving accident, and she learned necromancy to bring them back. Unfortunately this never fully worked, as they moved on and she became a slasher. How she's a part of the Mystery Skulls is a mystery. But she's not knocking it. It also allows her to move on.

PORAL 2/OTCORE: Pancake was a scientist-turned-test subject. Because of her dad's genes, she had an advantage over the other subjects. And to compensate for this, the scientists cut off her spines, wings, antennae, and tails. And then put her on ice. And then GLaDOS killed everyone else. She takes place of Chell in this AU, and ends up with three boyfriends. She has no idea how. She lost her memory, has inexplicable phantom pains, and instincts she can't ever describe. Surgery scars are all over her body and she doesn't know why. It hurts. Existence hurts. And she doesn't know why.

STARCAKE: everyone knows this one. Pancake falls into the Underground and eventually marries a cowboy. Not much here!!!

And now for others cuz they're in completely different universes

CULT OF THE LAMB: Pancake is the Lamb. She had to disguise herself as a cat for years after her home was destroyed. She learned Glassblowing, was found out and killed, and became the next God of Death. Her horns are glass, warm to the touch, and unbreakable. Her husband, is indeed, Narinder!

RAIN WORLD/FRUITSLICE: Pancake, AKA Fury of Neglected Ghosts, aka Ghost, is the senior in her group. She had to leave with her sister eventually, and met No Significant Harassment, as well as the others. She's MASSIVE for an iterator. Strong too. She has killed Leviathans with her bare hands. She acts cold and distant. She just doesn't wanna be hurt.

HOMESTUCK: Yeah. Fuchsia blood hiding as. Not that. And she's a nightmare too.

Anyway that's it. There's a LOT more but I haven't developed enough for them. And I hit my image limit. Hope this is fun!!