#azareth

[anne-wild]

One brat I did not plan to draw today, but it happened. You can blame my Spotify daily mix...

[donnatroyprincessofthemyscira]

Art Credit to Nicola Scott

[roarrzilla]

Doodling my OCs as a rest. 

They are preparing to the New Life Festival... Azareth already has an arrogant mer in mind and a nice, big mudball ready.

[oldpossumkingz]

So many hate on Warlock but hear me out.

In the series, Warlock Dowling is a right little shit (as we all agree?) and acts as the typical spoiled pre-teen. He believes that learning is stupid, he argues with his mother about his birthday not being cool and is disrespectful to his mother and other adults in general. But. Warlock was nothing like this as a young boy and attitudes like his don't spawn out of nowhere.

When we first meet Warlock, we see him run up to Brother Francis (Aziraphale) and be told that he must be kind to all creatures and he seems to believe this as well but tells Aziraphale that Nanny Azareth (Crowley) tells him the opposite. In this scene, we also see that Crowley and Zira both tell Warlock explicitly not to listen to the other and this visibly confuses him. Much like a child with argumentative parents would be. This could not only harm his mental state, feeling like he has to pick a side, but also will affect how he sees things when he's older. But that's not the main problem.

We are shown multiple times that Warlock's father is not the best family man. He wasn't there for his son's birth, we don't see him as a part of his son's life at all really. He is also quite dismissive of his wife which could add to Warlock's disrespect towards his mother (who as we've seen has always been kind towards Warlock). And we also see his friends, all spoiled rich kids who boast about how much better their birthdays were than Warlock's. 11 is one of the prime ages where kids fear not fitting in, and among such openly judgmental children, I bet Warlock feared it more than anyone.

So yes, he's a little shit but he's a little shit with depth and I love it.

[sweetnsourhearts]

Have some fun with some dnd character incorrect quotes!

Novia: what kind of sounds annoy you?

Gravel: are we talking real sounds or imaginary ones?

Novia, now interested: let’s say imaginary

Gravel: spiders wearing flip flops

*everyone is giving advice to Arius*

Calinox: it’s okay to ask for help

Mhurren: you’re not a burden

Tanna: murder is okay

Deceit: your feelings matter

Scall: I need 28 lightbulbs for 28 ducks

Lunaris: ducks can’t eat lightbulbs?

Leo: I think that’s the point

Scall: exactly. I want my ducks to glow so I can find them

Kori: we’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Nyth will and will not eat

Ash: grass? Yes!

Kori: moss? Yes!

Ash: leaves? Oh yes!

Kori: shoelaces? Strange but true!

Ash: worms? Sometimes!

Kori: rocks? Usually nah.

Ash: twigs? Usually!

Kori: Arthur’s cooking? Inconclusive!

Arthur: how did you… test this?

Kori: you just hand her stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it

Arthur: I don’t know how to feel about this.

Hepia: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

Lunaris: I personally don’t think it’s possible to come up with a crazier plan

Scall: we could attack them with hummus

Lunaris: I stand corrected

Scall: just keeping things in perspective

Arius: you’re too late! You’ll never stop me now!

Calinox: that’s where you’re wrong, we will stop you with the powers of:

Mhurren: friendship!

Deceit: harmony!

Tanna: incredible violence

Calinox: and love!

Tanna: and then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife 10 times

Calinox: you mean you stabbed them?

Tanna: they ran into my knife

Cy: Norwegia is NOT A COUNTRY!

Gravel: then where are Norwegian people from!?

Cy: NORWAY!!

Lunaris: I left instructions for everyone while I’m gone

Scall: mine just says “Scall no”

Lunaris: I want you to apply it to every possible situation

Nyth: I typed “bitch” into my GPS and guess what? I’m in your driveway

Hepia:

Nyth: vroom vroom, come out already

Azareth: we’re having a baby

Scall: oh, congratu-

Lunaris, slamming adoption papers onto the table: it’s you, sign here

Nyth: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*

Hepia: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents.

Nyth: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you.

Kori: Actually I did the math, Hepia would have $225, not $0.15.

Hepia: Fam I’m right here....

Arthur: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)

Nyth: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?

Arthur: Sorry I only have a dollar.

Nyth: :(

Kori: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Hepia would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent.

Arthur: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice.

Kori: You can buy anything you want with $22,500.

Ash: Yeah and he wants soda and apply juice.

Kori: Apply juice to what.

Ash: Directly to forehead.

Hepia: Great chat everyone.

Tanna: don’t worry, I’ve got a few knives up my sleeve

Calinox: I think you mean cards

Deceit: she did not

Tanna, pulling out knives: I did not

Tanna: who hurt you?

Calinox: *snorting* what, do you want a list?

Tanna: … yes, actually

Hepia, dramatically: they called me a fool

Nyth, sick of Hepia’s shit: they weren’t wrong

[thecrazyworldbuilder]

Random setting: Gods of The Worldhold

Gods of The Worldhold were more than just theoi. Gods were a mantle, a role to be played. Sure, what mortals called “gods” were usually theoi, but many were once mortals themselves.

A god was anyone who was mantled as such, and that was a dangerous play, for there were many mantles, and some wanted to wear several at once. And, to the world’s displeasure, so they did.

Volcanoes and smiths were forever joined under the dual-mantled god Heph. Sea depths and the eldritch were sewn together by noble Cthera, who vowed to contain the latter deep beneath the sea.

Sometimes gods were mantled new. A human god, god of the city of Azareth named Narthur, was once a mortal man, but achieved divinity through ascension, his soul finding the god mantle among the stars, and now blessing the royal bloodline.

And every time, when a god mantle changed owners, when a new god mantle was found or when one god conquered another and sewed their mantles together, it was a world-changing event. The ground trembled, the skies roared, and a new period, era, began.

And so it did this time.

When the god of magic, Thaumus, conquered the god of writing, Ackad, and took his mantle without thinking twice. The god of magic and writing, he thought - how powerful he’d be. How magnificent.

He was right. For the misfortune of the whole realm.

Every letter. Every word, every book - every single little glyph and graffiti, every tattoo.

All exploded with magic spells.

The world was destroyed, utterly. A new era began, an era where writing itself was a source of magic, where no book was possible without causing a chaotic explosion of spells, where no literacy could be spread.

...

The city of Azareth, mentioned above, didn’t quite survive the Apocalypse.

It housed some of the greatest libraries in the known world, and they changed it irreversibly. Each became an epicenter of a great fireball of raw, wild magic, transforming people into thousands of different shapes per second, turning matter to change state countless times. Gaseous rock. Liquid air. Solid blood.

Narthur managed to bless the city to become populated once again when people who weren’t in it at the time came and settled down. Among polygonal columns of stone, among buildings ruined, utterly, and terrain indescribable in short.

Azareth became a new cradle for humanity, and so did many other places around the world, where there weren’t as many books, or where there was a god to try and keep the land safe.

Many years have passed. Many have forgotten the specifics of this Apocalypse, yet every single children tale now spoke - to never, ever, write.

Kenkus traveled between cities as messengers, memorizing long speeches dictated to them. Once rogues and outcasts, they became the founders of the Courier Guild, growing riches, controlling the mail and shipment of practically any item.

The little number of elves who survived managed to explore the magic of writing as it was now. They were the ones who discovered the frightening fact of magic being bound to writing and writing only, as well as all writing, subsequently, being bound to magic. From this, an unlikely union came to fruition, as dwarves joined forces with the elves, and together, started re-exploring the magic of writing, letter by letter, creating enchanted items of great power.

Goblins, hobgoblins, orcs - all came to a renaissance as they never practiced writing before, so, their losses were minimal. Great raiding forces soon came into being, huge nations of many monstrous races working together for their own survival; Farming, building, waging wars, trading.

Divine magic was now the only way to cast spells, other than using writing for it, like scrolls and the like.

(Aaand it kind of stops there.)

[magnetic-rose]

how come she can have inner corner highlights and good lipstick but i, thee most important person in azareth, have like three makeup choices across all races.

[redsinistra]

[OLD ART] 2017 

Compilation post of my Demon Hunter, Azareth, back when Legion released. 

I know I know, these are old but I remember improving so so so much while trying new things with these (like studying the Harbingers cinematic for its style, painting on top of a texture, trying to paint on top of my traditional drawing etc). Also I made a prop design:  the Book of Fel Names which we used on a mini-rp-campaign. Good times.

[cyclicalaberration]

42 & 28 for the ask game, any ocs :]

28: if your character existed in today's world, what social media would they avoid or be prominent on?

It's really hard to think of what my characters would be doing with social media because I've set them in times specifically to avoid it— let's see.

My DND characters have only ever used Facebook. Except azareth, who is both Tumblr and vine famous independently and refuses to use any social media except those two.

Olu would be regular famous but also be notorious for getting into drama on Twitter. She has every social media and you can't avoid her or her insatiable violence for drama.

Ethel has used twitch and GitHub. That's it. It hates Twitter with a passion and Tumblr gives it a migraine.

Lucyfr morgenstern thinks Instagram is the scum of the earth but uses Facebook because he has pta meetings to schedule goddamnit.

Julien Genet is on TikTok. This is unfortunate for everyone but he will sometimes quote them and it makes his patients explode. He hates Twitter though.

42: does your character celebrate their birthday? If not, why?

Arthur doesn't celebrate his birthday because he's too busy to do it, other people celebrate it for him.

Cy doesn't have a birthday, it's always existed and never existed and it's birthday is always and never.

Azareth has a fake birthday.

Calinox (goddamn my DND characters have names starting with TWO letters) doesn't celebrate his birthday because he's. Incredibly lonely.

Sysf characters don't have birthdays either, except Julien Genet who is VERY excited to celebrate his birthday. Olu celebrates her host's birthday once a century when she remembers to be an asshole to the remnant of that host that she still keeps alive.

[hypebeast1ife]

SHOP: adidas YEEZY 700 V3 'Azareth'

[bitchmunkmusings]

Everyone’s Shadow [Damian/Raven]

continuing from here with @aquamanandfriends

She didn't miss the way he tensed at her touch, the split second action causing her to almost rethink reaching out. But once he relaxed, so did she. It wasn't as though she blamed him, he certainly had enough reasons to be cautious, if not out right adverse to physical contact. She would've reacted similarly, for her own separate reasons, but she was grateful they were both trying to move past it. Building trust with one another.

Raven laughed, the sound light and louder than usual as the alcohol settled warmly in her system as he spoke aloud to his apartment. Her nose scrunched up playfully at his choice of playlists. Party Vibes, after all, sounded a lot like something her roommates would turn on at the tower. Raven enjoyed music, it was one of the things she loved most when she first came from Azareth, learning all the different types, styles, and genres. Of course, over time, she'd certainly found her favorite, the music that calmed her and spoke to her more than the rest. "Yes." She agreed, laughing again as she nodded her head. "I think punk rock is definitely more of our vibe."

[anne-wild]

Cho Rustwing for @vo1canic Artfight "revenge" for yesteryear's Azareth ^^ Thank you! <3

[rb-mentalpalace]

AZARETH TREMENDO PRRO DESGRACIADO

[blubael]

Half-Body of my oc Azareth. I didn't feel like drawing the rest of the arms.

[adrayellinaeth]

♥ Happy Valentione's day ♥

A group of couples celebrating their love. Look at all this fluff and love In order : I'nah (@inah-ffxiv) and Nijall , Koh'a(@koha-ffxiv and Azareth, Kaleb and K'eridwen

[drowned-inmoonlight]

My dogs name is raven, short for raven azareth queen of shadows and darkness but my sister wouldn’t let me put that on her tag

discovered a dog called Sock today. short for Socrates. if you even care