#nsp mystic crystal

[mothgodofchaos]

If you're taking requests maybe do a yandere necromancer mark x a gender neutral reader character, Like the readers a daring adventurer and stuff who wanders into his forest n he becomes absolutely infatuated w em if that's ok (sfw if you need the specification)

Eyes

A fellow Necromancer enjoyer, I appreciate you. You have brilliant taste. And yandere? Is it my birthday?

Necromancer x GN!Reader, TW: yandere, stalking, death mention, fire mention Words: 801

As soon as you step into the Forest of Fear, you sense something is off. More than just the overwhelming dread that settles into the pit of your stomach, but like you’re being watched. The dark trees hang over your head, leaves long fallen and rotted away years ago as the dead trunks and branches block the sky from your view. A shiver runs up your spine as you keep walking, pulling your cloak tighter around your shoulders and chest. 

His eyes follow you as you walk the path, trying not to slip on the wet rocks and sticks that lie underfoot. It had rained recently, encouraging the rare plants that take root here to bloom. He needed a few of them for potion ingredients, coaxing him out quite a ways from home. He doesn’t like people, finds them cumbersome and annoying. The only real benefit they offer is a new guard for his skeleton army. He enjoys perhaps a little too much hearing the rattling of the bones of the newest foolish adventurer sent to kill him. 

But you’re not the average adventurer walking down the path, you look too fragile, lost even. A grin spreads across his face, his claws digging into the bark of the nearest tree as he pushes himself up. His foot falls silent on the forest floor, years of evasion and stealth killings lending themselves well to his intrigue in you. Your hood of your cloak falls, and he stops in his tracks, taken aback by the utter beauty before him. He watches as your eyes dart around, captivating him in them. His heart pounds as he wishes for you to look up at him with those eyes, and only him. 

“Where are you going, your highness~?”

He growls under his breath, the wind howling around you and drowning out his voice before it can even attempt to reach your ears. The air is chilling, forcing you to take cover under a larger tree from the wind attempting to tip you over. Looking around, you realize in a panic that you’re losing light quickly, and you are not one to want to see what roams the forest at night. Your lantern emerges from under your cloak, attempting to use your flint and steel to light it. Sparks prove pointless as the wind snuffs them out immediately, and your anxiety is far too high to try and readjust yourself. With all the dead plants around you, knowing the whole forest could go ablaze if you’re not careful.

His grin droops into a frown as he watches you shake and shiver at the base of the tree, failing to light your lantern. Usually he’d just relish in watching you struggle, but there’s something inside him that needs to see you safe. That needs to make you his. He snaps his fingers, hand blazing into a brilliance of green flame. It catches your eye as he approaches, causing you to scramble backwards up onto your feet. You’re not stupid, you know who the necromancer is, and the damage he can do. Your heart is beating out of your chest as he gets closer, before he kneels down in front of you.

“Hello, my dear. Are you in need of assistance?” He can’t help but be enamored by how wide your eyes are, how the fire reflects in them. All you can manage is a nod, and he chuckles as he rises to his feet.

“Here, I will not harm you. You have my word that you will make it out of this forest alive, and in one piece. Such a face would be wasted on a skeleton grunt. No, you will sit with me in my main chamber.”

Your hand is taken in his, and while everything in your is telling you to run, you know better than to fight him and run off into the dark. He leads you at your own pace, making sure that you’re alright as he looks you up and down, taking in your form. You don’t quite realize what you have gotten yourself into, but at least you’re alive for now. And for a man that stays out in the middle of nowhere for centuries, he is quite the conversationalist. His heart grins sinisterly as you start to relax around him, getting comfortable with him. The way that your eyes twinkle when you laugh, makes his hardened heart melt, and he so desperately wants to hold onto that feeling.  “Careful, my dear. Can’t let you get hurt now. Not that I’m here now.”

He lifts you up to prevent another tripping, keeping his grip on you firm but affectionate. He has found a perfect present for him in the woods, and he is not letting you go now that he’s found you.

[infinite-infinite-stars]

Celebrating spooky season with a drawing of my favorite "evil" ego~!

What...? Uh, no, it's not Darkiplier, lol.

...

It's not Murdock, either.

It's- look, it's the Necromancer from that Ninja Sex Party song The Mystic Crystal, okay?

[fenneciplier]

The Necromancer

This was my first time drawing anything Markiplier related recently, and I think I did pretty great!

[vampireflowerarts]

Have you ever heard Ninja Sex Party's "The Mystic Crystal"?

Psst! Dan from Game Grumps is part of that musical duo.

Oh, you bet I have >:D NSP is a treasure trove of humor and delight, and The Mystic Crystal is pure gold. The wild antics, cameos, costumes, and gorgeous animations~ all for the sake of a ridiculous punchline (much like most of their songs go lol) And the heartfelt message at the end (TωT ) I could go on for hours. I’m happy to see you spreading the good word~ Here’s a silly pic to brighten your day :3

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Pyre

(Gift for @mothgodofchaos bc they've been working hard on their stuffs, I hope you like it!)

TW: Witch trials, mentions of fire/burning

"People of god! Look upon this wench, marked by their wicked deeds, has rejected the way of our lord and instead embraced the darkness that is the devil. There is no mercy for the likes of them. Do not be fooled by their cries and pleas of innocence. Their heart belongs to evi, and their suffering is just. THIS is the price of disobeying the Lord's will! Let this punishment be a warning to all: Those of you who consort with darkness shall be found and purged from the face of this world. Before the flames cleanse their soul, let us allow this witch to speak their final words. Tell us your lies." Tears threatening to spill while struggling in your binds.

"Please! I am no witch! I swear this upon my soul!" That was probably the biggest lie you'd ever told. You were most definitely a witch, But you weren't going to tell these assholes that. You tried to warn them about the oncoming storms so they'd have some time to prepare, but did they listen? NO. Instead they were going to burn you alive & for what?! TRYING TO HELP THEM!

"Do not burn me for a crime I haven't committed! My friends know my innocence!" You pleaded, your gaze sweeping through the crowd for even a glimpse of your coven. You locked eyes with the high priestess of your coven. "Please, you know I'm innocent!" The crowd looked towards her. "No. You are not. You are a soulless witch." She said blankly, staring you dead in the eye from the ground. THAT BACKSTABBING LITTLE-

"May the lord have mercy on you." The priest told you, approaching with a lit torch. Well, seems like it's curse time then. "Fine. Set me ablaze. But know this: My blood will not cure your hunger for righteousness, with every flame I-"

The sound of shrieking cut off your monologue. Hands made from rotting flesh rose from the ground and grabbed at the feet of the priest and other villagers. Absolute chaos ensued as everybody else started running back to their homes, you stood there in confusion wondering how dead people were interrupting your execution but you were grateful nonetheless. Suddenly a man draped in a cloak of deep violet appeared in front of you, he sat atop a skeletal horse and held a fancy staff you could only dream of touching. The staff was adorned with all types of magical sigils and on the top of it was a beautiful glowing crystal. The man grinned at you. "Well hello there, in need of assistance~?" He asked, dismounting his steed and approaching you. "So you're the cause of this interruption, hm?" You looked at his arms, a good portion of it was dark as charcoal. His fingers ended in incredibly sharp talons, he looked pretty strong too. The man rolled his eyes at your comment. "Would you like to be rescued or not?" You scoffed "Just unbind me, will you?" In a moments notice your ropes were cut and you were free. You gasped and quickly hugged the man, knocking his hood off. "Oh thank you so very much.." You gazed into his gorgeous eyes. They were the most beautiful shade of purple you'd ever seen. A blush coated his cheeks. "Of course, I couldn't let a beauty such as yourself go to waste." You then walked over to the priest who was frozen in place by the hands of the dead, taking the torch from his hands. "May the lord have mercy on you." You remarked mockingly before setting him ablaze. You then turned back to the man who cleared his throat and offered his hand to you. "Shall we leave this dreary village?" He asked, winking at you. "Of course." You took his hand and he helped you onto the horse. "Oh, did I mention I'm a necromancer?" You just smiled adoringly at him. "I love a powerful man~" If you didn't believe in love at first site before, you definitely did now.

"I think I'm in love with you."

[transjimder]

[maysoulrose]

Ninja Sex Party The Mystic Crystal | Fan animation!

Okay wow.  SO I am by ALL MEANS not an animator. But ever since this beautiful song was birthed by Ninja Sex Party, I have wanted to attempt at animating my favorite part of the song. I have honestly been working on this since the song originally came out in December of 2020, and I have finally finished it. Since working on it on and off for about 2 years I finally hunkered down and made myself finish it finally this week.  I spent most of my time trying to learn an animating software, storyboarding, and drawing base images. Every time I took a lengthy break, I had to re-learn how to use the software, so I scrapped that and just painted each image in Sai, with different versions and 'animated' them together using my video editing software. This song is one of my favorites, not only by nsp (or any of their other bands) but in general. I honestly don't know why, but this specific part always makes me tear up when I hear it. something about Danny's voice is just so perfect for it. Anyways. I hope you enjoy it, even tho I'm not an animator, haha! This is my best attempt at creating what I saw in my head when listing to the music.

NSP: 

THE MYSTIC CRYSTAL VIDEO: 

GAME GRUMPS:

my stuff:

ETSY | REDBUBBLE | SOCIETY6 | ART INSTA | YOUTUBE | TWITTER | COMMISSIONS! | AMAZON BOOKS    

[invisibangblog]

Posting some of my own stuff heheeee, I tried editing/drawing Invisi into the Mystic Crystal…and I really like how it turned out.

[shays-shitposts]

THEN I HEARD A VOICE IN MY MINDDD. TWAS THE PRINCESS, SHE SAID, DANNY, YOUR HEART IS KINDDDDD

ONLY LIGHT CAN STOP DARK. I KNEW WHAT SHE SPOKE OF. TO DEFEAT THE NECROMANCER, I HAD TO USE…

LOVEEEEEEEE!

[tidbits-of-art]

A little tribute to NSP's song, The Mystic Crystal

It's a really fun song with great animation AND live action gags

[mothgodofchaos]

If it's okay and not too weird, maybe do a yandere necromancer oneshot where he revives the reader character to marry them, but the reader is NOT having it at all and kinda scared of him

Beloved

Necromancer x GN!Reader, TW: yandere, death mention, possessiveness, magical manipulation, obsession Words: 516

I would strongly recommend the song Death Do Us Part by Solence, which is a song I love about more or less this concept.

"Are you awake, my dear...?"

A warm hand holds your chin, thumb rubbing against your cheek. Air fills your lungs sharply, piercing and searing your throat. You wheeze and choke as your body adjusts to the sudden influx of air, a hand soothing against your sternum to get you to settle. Everything hurts, your bones crunch and muscles ache. The hand on your chest keeps you down as your eyes flutter open and adjust to the light around you. 

"Deep breaths... it's alright, love..."

His voice is like soft velvet against the pain of revival, not that you have quite realized that's what has happened yet. He cups your face, admiring how you lean into his touch. It's all he wanted, for you to love him. Tears form in your eyes, carefully wiped away with his knuckle. You're just as perfect as he imagined you to be, everything he knew and loved of you. His gaze wanders your every feature, a light brush of the tip of his claw following the same line. It tickles, pulling a raspy giggle from your lips. 

“Gorgeous voice, gorgeous face. Are you ready, my love?”

You look up into his eyes, an electric purple, swirling with gold and black. They pierce through you, an uneasiness settling into your stomach. He picks up on your change of expression quickly, pulling his hand away as you scramble up. Your mind is foggy, not remembering how you got here. Purple candles with low flames illuminate the cavern, lights flickering off the crystals and waters that surround the altar you lay upon. It reeks of salt water, blood, and smoke, an aura of death falling upon you. Looking down at your body, you see traditional wedding attire, perfectly tailored to you. 

“W-Where am I? Who are you!?”

The necromancer almost looks wounded, as if you told him the most painful of secrets. His hand clutches a crystal around his neck, pulling it out from under the suit jacket where it had been hidden. His form flickers for a moment, before his facial markings and hair go back to being far more kept. He straightens out his suit, encroaching on your space again as you prop yourself up. 

“You are my beloved. I kept you in such pristine condition, my love. Such perfect beauty, wasted on death. I have conquered it for you, so you may be cherished by those who will value you.”

He takes your hand, kneeling as he kisses your knuckles. It sets in, you died. You were dead, and he brought you back to life. How long have you been dead? What even is your name? 

“I-I don’t know wha-at to say…”

“I just need two words from you, my dear. Then we can be happy.”

He slides a ring onto your finger, a matching glowing crystal as the center stone to the one around his neck. You feel alive with it on, able to breathe properly. Feel things. It feels safe with him here. “Will you take me as your husband, for as long as I may live?”

“...I do.”

[infinite-infinite-stars]

If Yona existed in a fantasy setting, she would be-- well, actually I have several different ideas for what she would be, but ONE OF THEM is a tavernkeeper! She runs a cozy little place on the moors, it's kinda in the middle of nowhere, yet somehow people always seem to end up there when they need to.

Yes, that's the Necromancer from NSP's "The Mystic Crystal", currently de-powered and feeling sorry for himself after his humiliating defeat by those two ridiculously-dressed champions. (Yeah I know he explicitly dies in the video, but like. He's a Necromancer, what are those guys known for? I bet if a writer wanted him to come back it would be easy to excuse how he did so.)

This might seem like a "she can fix him" situation, but actually it's more like a "she can be visibly unafraid of him and treat him cordially while cryptically implying that he couldn't do anything to harm her even if he wanted to, causing him to grudgingly behave himself in her presence because to do otherwise wouldn't benefit him in any way, an arrangement which could slowly morph into more genuine mutual respect and even fondness if he continues to play his cards right" ...situation.

Anyway, I tried to capture a similar Disney-esque art style to the one in TMC for Yona here~.

[fenneciplier]

My baby my baby you’re my baby say it to me

REQUESTED BY: It’s complicated, technically all the people who voted him in the poll, and me. WARNINGS: Some foul language, mention of the undead/zombies, mention of maggots, and the necromancer being stinky.

🎆 The Necromancer x Reader dating/romantic headcanons: 🎆

🎆 He doesn't really call you petnames, but he does OCCASIONALLY call you: My Princess / My Prince / My Noble. It doesn’t matter if you’re actually royalty or not.

🎆 Does a deep and serious voice every time he’s “being evil” and even when he’s bossing his servants around. The voice gives him a very commanding and intimidating presence.

🎆 But when he’s not “being evil” or when he’s speaking with you, he stops it. His usual voice is usually very gentle, yet firm.

🎆 He mostly does necromancy, but he also practices the usual wizardry. So expect him to preform little things for you, tricks, summoning gifts, etc..

🎆 He lives in a cave with his undead servants, so unless you wanna be around a bunch of walking corpses all day in a dark cave full of the bones of your boyfriend's enemies, you'll probably not wanna move in.

🎆 Dirty ass. Literally smells like death. He takes baths once a month and he doesn't even use soap. He never brushes his hair it's all stiff and crusty and shit-

🎆 DO NOT TOUCH HIS STUFF! He will put a curse on you.

🎆 He's comically evil but is kinda serious about his evil-doing. He will kidnap a girl and tie her down to train tracks if trains existed in his time- so it's more like he ties her down and causes a stampede to trample her to death.

🎆 A goofball, in a prick type way.

🎆 Be prepared for bullshit, because this man comes with a lot of it.

🎆 He often rants about his servants. “They’re imbeciles” he says, as if they aren’t walking corpses with their brains slowly being eaten by maggots.

🎆 Please keep him from blowing up the kingdom. This man does everything without a second thought. He lacks self doubt, that’s what makes him so dangerous.

🎆 Touch starved little harlet, so give him some time. Ease him into physical contact, be sure to start small! Otherwise he’ll go stiff and just start repeating “don’t touch me”.

🎆 Not really fond of cuddling but does like to hold hands, just be careful with his claws.

🎆 Trace your fingers along his face markings. It’s not makeup, so it won’t smudge, it’s just his skin.

🎆 He’s just a troglodyte. Literally.

[yeekachu]

animated fantasy films just don’t make fucked up evil castles like they used to

[ellaelsinore]

Modern Eddie Munson writing Ninja Sex Party-esque music for Corroded Coffin because it's goofy, challenging and runs the gamut of genres and styles. Thinking particularly like "The Mystic Crystal" which is basically a D&D campaign in a song. Eddie getting to tell campaign stories through music seems up his alley. ("Mystic Crystal" also fucking rocks.)

[transjimder]

hey so you know how in my pinned post, i said my favourite egos are the jims and dark?

well.

i may or may not have discovered the necromancer.

(send help.)