#dawnrising

[diadraws]

more camp 51 lineups! for my senior thesis project :-3 some supporting characters, to help populate the world a bit! 

[fancy-feathercroak]

-Mom read us another story pleeeease

-Oh alright then, one last chapter and then is bed time. Ah here we are, "Novice spells and their use in battlefield chapter 3"

Ok yeah I know we're all talking about the new ancient but I finished this in (almost) one sitting and I wanted to post it now before I forgot about it. Anyways here's one of my Clan leaders Dawnrise with the babies of her first clutch, Arcael, Deepclaw and Rosegrave, having some story time.

(Just as always please open the image for better quality)

Bonus with extra love and also featuring her husband:

[the-clay-quarters]

dawnrise, is that anything

[faux-ecrivain]

Headcannons about Yan Emperor

(Seventeenth Official Post)

(Name is Adonis Margold)

(Links to help you; 140 Shades of Purple Color With Names, Hex, RGB, CMYK Codes - Color Meanings , 134 Shades of Green Color With Names, Hex, RGB, CMYK Codes - Color Meanings , 140 Shades of Purple Color With Names, Hex, RGB, CMYK Codes - Color Meanings , eighteenth century | British Food: A History )

He hates it when he starts sweating, it makes his body feel all sticky and uncomfortable 

He hates the color Harelquin green and despises the color Fuchsia purple, but loves the colors Chinese violet and tea green

He’s actually the son of a concubine/mistress and was quite close to his father (the late Emperor)

Despite this he has no intention of taking a concubine or mistress

His favorite food is filet mignon 

His favorite dessert is smoking bishop (a British dessert from the 18th or 19th century)

He dreams about a domestic life with you (he’s even considered adopting/having a few kids)

He hated you when he first met you

He hates the Duke so much that he has a target dummy that has the duke’s painting on it and the emperor literally rips that thing apart with his sword/arrows

He’s been through 21 failed assassination attempts on his life, 33 failed assassination attempts on his mom’s life, 14 failed assassination attempts on his dad’s life, five failed assassination attempts on his siblings and 6 successful ones (he had a lot of siblings).

He doesn’t know how to ride a horse and wants you to teach him

He sleeps with a stuffed bear at night

He has a very comfy bed and often invites (commands) you to lay with him

He doesn’t hate the peasants, but he wants nothing to do with them and do he devised a plan to just take care of their needs, so they’ll stop bothering him

He absolutely despises any and all, except you, nobles, like he cannot stand being in a room with them for long than 20 minutes

His favorite flower is the Dawnrising flower, it only blooms at Dawn and he loves the way it looks. 

It comes in two shades, one has a yellow center which fades into orange at the beginning of the petals which then fades into a light red and has splashes of light blue in it, and the tips of the petal are a dark shade of pink

The second version has a dark shade of purple center that fades into a light purple near the edges, then it fades into a pink as the petals bloom and the tips are a shade of blue

Although, Dawnrising flowers are quite rare and he’s only found a handful, all of which he’s kept alive and taken wonderful care of them

He doesn’t actually want to be the Emperor, but he’s the only one left in his blood line and he’s not one to forsake responsibility 

He adores cute fuzzy animals and has a pet cat (it’s a tiger), it’s quite big though and has to be kept outside

Many women have tried to win the Emperor’s heart, but he has turned them away and will continue to do so. 

This has caused speculation about the Emperor’s sexuality, some assume he’s into guys, but the truth is he doesn’t care about the gender as long as they have a respectable personality (also he just really wants to marry you)

He’s a very good dancer and favors the tango

When it comes to cuddles, he prefers to wrap his arms around whomever he’s cuddling and then lay on top of them (no idea why, of course this doesn’t mean he’s against being the little spoon when cuddled)

He gets bored rather easily and gets irritated just as quick

Despite his friendly personality, he’s actually quite cruel and temperamental. If someone bugs him too much or resists him too often, he’ll lash out and severely punish them

If the person he loves doesn’t reciprocate then he’ll wait a little for them to come to their sense, but if it takes too long then he’s not above kidnapping and murder

He has a reputation for being a monster on the battlefield, it’s said that he’s killed entire armies of opposing forces before (of course, his reputation could never live up to yours, you’ve got far more experience in battle then him)

He has a thing for really strong people and if the person he’s perusing has some muscles, well, let’s just say they should expect an onslaught of perversion and flirtatious remarks/touches 

Although, if the one he loves Isn’t particularly strong, he doesn’t mind and will still love him

His favorite color is Liserian Pink

He likes watching the middle class performers do plays, actually he likes to watch plays in general and operas

He’s visited many places on Ilasatra and his favorite place to visit is Rais (the equivalent of china in this world)

He’s enjoys learning about other cultures and heritages, his own is a bit messy and he doesn’t like thinking about it

He hates his grandfather and doesn’t care for his grandmother 

He never really cared for his siblings, except for a little boy named Frederick those two were quite close and up until little Fred died (at the age of twelve) Adonis spent a lot of time with him

He likes to read books on myths, particularly Terres myths (equivalent of Greek myths in this world)

He has a journal that he uses to write down every dream, every thought and everything about you, actually he has many, many journals. :)

(Hope you enjoy this and don’t forget to reblog/comment!)

(Also, please send in some asks/requests about my characters, I’m happy to answer them and it’ll give me the motivation necessary to continue posting!)

[ineedchamomile]

THE REVERENT SILENCE, Character Introduction #7 - Aspen Rose

The publicist of Dawnrise Counseling Associates, Aspen handles the counseling group's marketing and public affairs, happily going wherever business takes him. The sixth of fourteen Automaton assistants created by a master artificer, Aspen eventually left the stifling environment of the workshop he was created in. While he managed to put together a small fortune taking on a number of odd jobs, it was Dawnrise's leader, Marielle, who approached him with the promise of something more... While he is unable to use Reverence (which is basically magic), Aspen has a decent knowledge of potion making.

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hello i have returned to tumblr

I got into a weird slump a few months ago which is why I haven't posted on here in a while, but I want to get back into the swing of things - and what better than to post another character intro for my webcomic amirite? :P (lighthearted)

What are your first impressions of Aspen? 🌸

[aodhpk]

Pillars of Harmony 2: "The Royals"

The grace of the modern Pillarstan monarchy has lasted for more than 50,000 years, yet the rule over the continent lasted for more than 250 million years, amongst the diverse masses of Pillarstan, there are only 6 ongoing rulers of Pillarstan those being;

Supreme Ruler: Queen Empyrea

Co-Ruler: Queen Selena

Second Royalty: Prince Caballero and Princess Ardora.

Though they rule today there is one figure now who once ruled these lands, the former king of Pillarstan:

Rex Pandemon Dawnrise

However there are those who wish to usurp the monarchy for their sick sense of authority, fueled by hatred and vain spirit:

[acircusfullofdemons]

GARNET - Are there gods? -🐺👑

[ ASK GAME ] || Eternal Labyrinth is FULL of Gods/Deities! Arcadia has the most by default, obviously, but Earth I & Earth IV have a handful, too. Warning, this got...a lot longer than I thought it would 😅

Earth I

Theia Mortimer — goddess of death

Vitalus Zoticus — god of life

Eloise Jekyll — first angel

Ketrill Hyde — first demon

Josephine "Fifi" Allaway — goddess of time

Emory Warwick — god of space & knowledge

Lucien Jekyll — goddess of order/harmony

Vincent Hyde — god of chaos

Earth IV

Prism — mother of the 7 Emotional Deities, encompasses all emotions

Ares — deity of anger

Hermes — deity of greed

Phobos — deity of fear (+ Harvest aka Harlow Spade, who becomes the new goddess of fear at...some point)

Hercules — deity of determination

Pandora — deity of hope

Eleos — deity of compassion

Aphrodite — deity of love

There's also the 7's first followers & partners:

Orion Guerrero aka The Butcher

Edwin Kramer aka The Merchant

Aurelia Crowley aka The Witch

Cleo Barsotti aka The Hero

Silas Roux aka The Hopeful

Grace Lovatt aka The Merciful

Amanda Lovatt aka The Lover

Arcadia

Alcus (al•cuss) — god of the ocean, rivers, water.

Alia (al•e•ah) — goddess of puzzles, riddles. wife of zagreus. mother of elythia.

Bruma — god of winter, cold. sister of rythsti.

Bytris (bye•tris) — god of technology. often confused for or replaced by vyris.

Calypso — would-be god of imagination, theater. associated with music, dance. son of illulia and joylena. brother of reverie.

Cletho (cle•though) — god of darkness, the void. associated with leadership, fatherhood. father of viktoria and deimos.

Deimos — god of destruction. associated with fear, nightmares. son of cletho. brother of viktoria.

Delphi — goddess of intelligence, wisdom.

Direna — goddess of magic. associated with purple, demons, wolves.

Elliott — goddess of space. also referred to as Mother of the Galaxy, Keeper of Constellations.

Elythia (el•ih•thiea) — goddess of the dead / ghosts, ensures spirits travel to their respective afterlife. daughter of zagreus and alia. caretaker of emrits. commonly goes by “theia (mortimer)”.

Fifi — goddess of time. also referred to as Father Time, Josephine Allaway. has an apprentice, toby reynolds, who is often referred to/confused as the actual god of time. he is most well-known in Earth I/Wonderland and Neverland, mainly for never working properly.

Ignius (ig•nus) — god of battle, strategy. associated with fire, summer.

Ilullia (ill•oo•leah) — goddess of slumber, dreams, nightmares. mother of reverie and calypso. wife of joylena.

Joylena — goddess of holidays, celebrations, marriage. associated with trickery, music, bells. wife of illulia. mother of calypso and reverie.

Lullaby — god of lullabies. son of reverie.

Nynx — god of the moon, dusklight (nighttime). serves as solar's right hand, technically king of the gods but has more respect of a prince than anything else. brother of sola.

Reverie — goddess of daydreams, imagination. daughter of ilullia. sister of calypso. mother of lullaby.

Rythsti (ry•th•st•ee) — goddess of nature. also referred to as Mother Nature. associated with motherhood. mother to zagreus. sister to bruma.

Sola — goddess of the sun, dawnrise (daytime). queen of the gods. sister to nynx.

Viktoria — former goddess of space. see: elliott.

Vyris — goddess of reality. associated with fate, prophecy. often confused for or replaces byrtis in some myths.

Zagreus — god of death. son of rythsti. husband of alia. father of elythia.

Zerlo — god of the weather. associated with storms.

There's other mythological figures & deities but this is just about the Gods + this post is long enough lmao

[dawn-of-rushclan]

Moons 1–10, Part One

It had been around an Eye since he'd fallen, and Maos was laying in the hot summer sun when be heard it.

The unmistakable barking of a Growler.

Now, this wasn't anything unordinary by itself, no. The fik'az had been a common presence at the barn that lay just on the edge of their territory. The worrying sounds, though, were the screams of a cat.

Dawnriser leaped to his paws, swiveling his ears as to find where the sound came from, and began to run in that direction. Minkear had gone out herb gathering, and Greenburn hunting, as he seemed to do more than needed these days, so Dawnriser ran after the dog alone.

As he got to the barn, he stopped in his tracks at the sight off his friend cowering in fear from a horrifying large Growler.

Without a second thought, Maos leaped onto the beast's back, digging his claws into it's thick hide and biting at it's ears.

The beast whined and barked and snapped, diverting it's attention from the now-running Greenburn, to the cat clawing desperately onto it's back.

The fik'az, with one shake of it's pelt, threw Dawnriser into the side of the barn.

Maos hissed as pain shot up through his side, watching as the Growler ran away from the barn.

Dawnriser closed his eyes.

◇—◇—◇—◇

Greenburn flew towards the barn he left Dawnriser at, Minkear running just below him.

As he got to the barn, he gasped at the sight before him.

Dawnriser was laying, bloodied by the wall of the barn, taking in shallow breaths. The walker laid in a pool of blood, just enough to be worrying.

Minkear didn't waste any time. The healer rushed to their friend's side, applying who-knows-what kinds of herbs.

Feeling sick to his stomach, the Aviline turned around, hoping to find some fresh kill for the other two.

◇—◇—◇—◇

After landing on some unsuspecting rabbits, Greenburn reckoned they would be pretty well fed for the rest of the day.

So, he flew back to the camp, where he had seen Minkear drag a staggering Dawnriser to.

Speaking of Dawnriser, he was quite an odd cat, wasn't he?

Despite having the name of a warrior, he'd often refer to himself as a 'hunter', and seemed confused when Greenburn and Minkear would jokingly refer to themselves as 'kits or 'paws or 'stars and such.

When the two had mentioned having multiple queens, that really confused the poor soul.

And then came the conversation about where Dawnriser had come from.

The walker then explained the Folk, and the Queen of Cats, and Heart names and Tail names and so many, many other confusing things.

Nowadays, Greenburn nor Minkear batted an eye when the tom greeted them with a 'Nre'fa-o', or mentioned the fla-fa'az or fik'az or m'an.

They had certainly batted quite a few eyes after being told the story of how m'an came to be, though. Greenburn was going to have nightmares for moons.

So, anyhow, Greenburn flew back to the burrows which they called home, and after dropping the rabbits in the fresh kill pile, he nervously peeked his head into the medicine den.

◇—◇—◇—◇

"Minkear!"

"Huh– Wha– Where!?!?"

Minkear turned around to face the horrifying sight of....

Greenburn.

It was just Greenburn.

Thank StarClan.

"My stars, Greenburn." The tom sighed and shook his head. "Come to check on O' Brave and Mighty?"

Greenburn seemed to relax for a moment, before a worried look reappeared onto his face. "Will he be alright?"

Minkear sighed, before turning back to his patient.

Dawnriser was breathing normally right now, which was always a good sign. The bleeding had seemingly stopped, as he hadn't had to put any new cobwebs on for a while. So, all in all, he seemed like he would likely make it.

"He'll be alright. No dog-fighting for a while, though."

Greenburn laughed a bit at this, though he still looked down at the cat with a worried expression.

Minkear sighed. "Get some rest, Green. He'll be here when you wake up. I promise."

The winged cat gave him a small smile before padding off to his nest.

[silverynight]

Pacific Rim KNY AU??

The Kaiju are raiding Earth and devouring humans to grow stronger, as well as colonizing the planet's resources. Whatever humans aren't devoured and absorbed, they're turned into Kaiju and go mad, losing all memories of their previous self as it is repressed forcibly into their mind by the Kaiju's influence.

Nezuko gets infected with Kaiju cells and turns into a Human-Kaiju hybrid/shifter, but her allegiance is to Tanjiro and her family and humanity only.

Tanjiro's family does survive the attack on their city (because I ain't about that angst) and their father Tanjuro, as well as Nezuko herself, are skilled scientists and engineers that team up with the United Nations to build and upgrade Jaegers, as well as find a way to close the rifts and breaches that form. Their ultimate goal is to destroy the Mothergate the Anteverse had created, and end the Kaiju race and destroy the Anteverse for good.

Tanjiro, alongside his childhood friends Zenitsu and Inosuke, ends up starting training as a PPDC cadet to pilot a Jaeger (he has his eye on Dawnrise Genesis, a Mark-3 Jaeger for some reason), and suddenly the Hashira, nine of the most powerful Jaeger pilots, in addition to their apprentices, are desperate to win him over in more ways than as a copilot.

Tanjiro just assumes they want another apprentice, whereas Nezuko, Zenitsu, Inosuke as well as his siblings and parents, are NOT buying any of that bull.

All the hashira desperate to spar with Tanjirou in the combat room because each one wants to prove the others they're compatible with the redhead, also they think it's the best way to persuade Tanjirou's father to assign Tanjirou as their copilot.

But the Kamados are not so easy to win over, also they know it's just another way for the Pillars to get closer to Tanjirou and try to woo him as well.

However, they let Tanjirou spar with them, because the redhead is excited and very eager to help humanity as much as he can... Also they think he's not compatible with any of them therefore they are not to worried about the results.

But... it turns out Tanjirou is compatible with all the hashira and that technically he could choose any of them.

[diphthongsfordays]

Last Line Tag

I legit have no idea how old this is. Probably months. But the lovely @akindofmagictoo has tagged me at least twice for a last line tag, and since I actually wrote something new today, I'm going to inflict upon you all!

From an idea I'm calling "Death by Dawnlight"

“I didn’t think there was a sunstorm today?” said Tarq, his frown deepening, familiar arrow-sharp lines creasing around his eyes. “There’s not,” Taja glanced at him, just for an instant, just enough to see that he didn’t yet understand. She always forgot it had been two years since he’d done morning watch. He hadn’t seen the flashes from the relative safety of the caves. “It always does that at dawnrise.” “It didn’t use to.” “It does now.” Tarq didn’t press her. He didn’t have to. It was an unspoken agreement among the Bone Guard. They all knew the sun was getting stronger, or the magic was getting weaker. Or both. But to say it aloud was to admit that the world was ending, and none of them were quite ready for that just yet.

I'll (no pressure!!): @winterandwords, @thegreatobsesso, @dontjudgemeimawriter, @oh-no-another-idea, @ink-fireplace-coffee and open tag for anyone who wants it!!

[cryptidclaw]

My warriors oc is named Duskfall and his daughter is named Dawnrise <3

Wait I love that sm

[maximuswolf]

Recommend me a new singleplayer game based on the following

Recommend me a new singleplayer game based on the following So I'm curious to hear people's thoughts. Here's the game type I'm looking forPC gameLinear story lineAction/adventureGraphically amazingNon-quest based focusSome of the games I've played in the past that fits the majority and gives you an idea of what I'm looking for...Horizon zero dawnRise of the tomb raiderStyx: Shards of darknessDishonored 1&2Call of duty (single player campaign)Castle wolfenstein seriesDeus ex seriesBiomutantSo name me some others that don't include RDR2 or Witcher 3? What's something I've been missing out on? Submitted July 07, 2024 at 09:43AM by IndyPoker979 https://ift.tt/lMcjuGt via /r/gaming

[lageronwrites]

Diary of Edmund Howell 9th of Dawnrise

Dear Diary I stayed up quite a while yesterday, and only just now awoke to the second bell. Hillover is as calm as ever, which feels almost preferable. I started off the day with a healthy serving of stew. Auntie Maja's (The Innkeeper's wife) cooking is quite good, even for a man from a Margraves household. It does however look somewhat bland, but the taste is sublime. Following that, I decided to go about exploring the town once more. I found Rorr again after a bit of peeking around. As uncouth and even crude as he still may be, he doesn't take his job lightly and showed me some new smaller places. As the third bell sounded, I decided to head back to the Freebooter's. To put it simply, they decided I was worth their time. Roark still made his usual worded jabs at me, but had apparently decided I have potential. As much as I wanna call him out on it simply being "potential", I know he is annoyingly skillful, and held my tongue for the moment. Jim then passed me a form, got me to fill it in, and welcomed me to the guild... As a trainee. It's not the best, but at least it's a trainee who fights, rather than cleans ditches. He further said he wished to set me up with a party for a small while, but would need a few hours for the people he thought would be best for the task. It's... It's a start. I wish I could have earned the respect from my sword skills on their own, but I might have been cocky straight out of the gate. We'll see how things pan out tomorrow. Goodnight Edmund -9th of Dawnrise

[plasmacannonenjoyer]

G@TE: Sun Elves

The Sun Elves are the largest sub-species, or a grouping of sub-species of Elves surviving today. Long ago, they were ruled by the merciless, semi-nomadic daemon worshipping Wild Elves, who used their slave labour to built great shrines to the Dark Powers, and huge mausoleums and pyramids to inter their dark priests and overlords; while they themselves rode in swarms, fleets of chariots to raid other Elven settlements, taking them prisoner for thralldom - or sacrifice.

Daemon princes took great pleasure in these mass ritualised murders, savouring the suffering of those sacrificed, as they drank their pooling blood. For this, they rewarded the Wild Elves - or Wildings as they are more commonly known - with Bronze, with which they made tools and weapons of oppression. Bronze, and many dark gifts, whether their chattels enslaved to solid form, powers beyond reasoning - or to their greatest champions, twisting their very flesh into something else.

The various tribes prayed, so often in vain, until the Gods took mercy on them, and granted them the knowledge of Iron. In secret, the slave miners gathered bauxite ore and passed it on, so that the slave-smiths could clandestinely forge blades for the uprising…

And uprise they did, one village at a time, until they could ambush convoys, waging guerilla war while they prepared to attack the strongholds head on. It was always slaughter, the only thing keeping them going between bloody battles that rarely went their way, the dream of freedom, of peace for their people, and their love for them - and their faith. That the gods’ lent divine assistance when things seemed most bleak.

Ultimately, this wretched, uphill struggle would succeed. And the Sun Elves, as they became known, triumphed over their vicious cousins, their righteous fury only growing with each difficult victory. But still the Dark Powers revelled for the most part, simply for all the bloodshed and misery. The Sun Elves finally tore down their castles and redoubts, demolished their shrines, burned their chariots, and smelted down their arms and armour into molten slag.

The Wildlings were broken and dispersed, many fleeing into the wilderness, others chased into the sea to drown. Many more, their priests and warriors who could be taken alive, given show trials and subjected to grisly public executions. Many more still, were shackled and set to work. Building the new Sun Elf city in the Bay of _______, a palace built on the still-smouldering ruins of the highest, darkest, cruellest fane.

And so Light triumphed over Darkness. More than a thousand years ago; a veritable æon past. But this was not the end of hardship for the Sun Elves, noble paladins and kings they be.

Whilst this fledging kingdom warred with pockets of resistance on its fringes, with sea-borne Snowpaw raiders from their northern reaches, or the enigmatic, subterranean and insular Dwarfs from their southern hills, the Daemons lurked, brooding, peering into this world, they seethed as they saw their rightful sacrificial lambs going to little slaughter, instead, much merriment and success; the gods interfering more in their favour, now that the hellish shroud was so much lifted from the world.

And so it came to pass, that after a life in serfdom for many generations of Wildlings, one was born; by the hand of the cruellest Fates, the highest blood, born into the lowest home. And growing up in such circumstances, he learned of the history of his people. And learned to resent the present as it stood.

Where the tallest spires in Dawnrise cast the longest shadows; the Shadow Quarter of the city, damp and gloomy even at midday, where in that time many an impoverished descendant of the Wild Elf lived; he started his life, working for a merchant, fattened by the cheap labour of indentured child labourers. Near every day, he would be spat on in the street, hurrying home to his frail mother.

And when the time came, that the Temple itself, most ardent of the official institutions, demanded that clemency must be shown to the ancient enemy; that those mistreated and abused for our benefit, were not themselves, most to blame - and that the cycle of suffering must come to a close. For if we are truly morally superior, then WE must show mercy, when they never did.

And so their serfdom was ended. “This will be the end” was the cry of many, “… For if they seek to once more rule over us, where now we are their masters, then they must, in between, stand on even ground, as we do” the exclamation of others. But it came to pass, at least officially; while in reality, there was not much change for most. Their employers would pay a little more; but to stay in their hovels would be a little more expensive still. A wildling, the boy’s uncle, spoke in a public square, and was brutally savaged by off-duty Dawnrise City Guardsmen, as drunk on power as they were on cheap ale.

When his mother bade them to stop, a mailled hand slapped her to the cobbles, bleeding from her face. It was a memory that stayed with him until the end.

Not long after, his poor mother succumbed to the rampant disease in the Shadow Quarter, brokenhearted after seeing her last living brother beaten to death in the street

And so he was cast out, with nowhere to go. And he was taken in by some dangerous fellows, not much older than he; other Wildling boys with nowhere to go, but an empty stomach and a heart full of hate. And so came his first real job, as a cutpurse, and his first fraternity, peddlers of filth and contraband.

*I can’t remember what I called the bay that the city of Dawnrise in; I’ll have to find the maps I drew*

[ineedchamomile]

THE REVERENT SILENCE, Character Intro #5 - Marielle Bélanger

The leader and founder of Dawnrise Counseling Associates, a magical counseling group that has recently opened a permanent location in the city of Blackfylde. The only child of a wealthy family with a respectable position in her nation's Parliament, Marielle graduated from the Reverent Seminary of Rotier with top honors before a particular turn of events led her to establish Dawnrise. While she is an enthusiast of all things spiritual, she has a tendency to use her knowledge and the practice for her own gain... Marielle can change all organic matter on a molecular level, but she also has a second power that allows her to get a basic reading of people's energies.

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Moving on to the antagonists in my upcoming webcomic, starting with the main villain herself! Marielle is a very interesting character to write about and she plays a major role in the past lore of the story and how things play out in the present, so I'm very excited to unleash her on the world.

What are your first impressions of Marielle? 🦉