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pumpkinraventrick · 5 months ago
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Dart now has a rider just like Pouncer!
This is Erlend! He is 13 and super adventurous like his dragon friend! Last, but not least, will be Ruffrunner!
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artstelle · 1 year ago
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Aand, done! It gave me a good reason to draw his different sides.
art by @artstelle
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snest0 · 1 year ago
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Wip.
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linseymiller · 2 years ago
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It’s recently occurred to me that the characters in your books are your OCs, and I LOVE to talk about my OCs, so is there anything about Lord Ruby (or the rest of the Left Hand) that wasn’t shared in the books, but you Know and want to share? 👀 (still obsessed with Mask of Shadows)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So much of my little thoughts are lost to time (by which I mean in notebooks on my shelf), but thank you for asking this, @sarcastic-fandomtastic-dragon!
Here are some general facts. Some I’ve talked about before and some I maybe haven’t:
Emerald had a pet squirrel in Ruin of Stars. She nursed it back to health after Five nearly killed it, and trained it to sit on her shoulder and fetch small things for her.
If the series had been a trilogy (it should not have been, but regardless), then Ruby and Sal would have spent book two developing a very close mentor-mentee bond.
Isidora is pregnant in Ruin and her son is named Rodolfo.
Rodolfo/Ruby was Nicolas’s apprentice when he was still at school.
Maud’s the sole provider for her and her siblings, and one absolutely adores Sal.
Amethyst is not from Erlend or Alona. She auditioned for her role after traveling through Erlend after the war (which she fought in) and witnessing an assassination attempt on Isidora while visiting Nic’shome. Amethyst was the only one who noticed Emerald killing the assassin.
Emerald was 100% aware that Amethyst was there and saw, and it was not an accident that Amethyst was told about the auditions by her employer once the old Amethyst retired.
The world of Mask of Shadows is the same world as the book I wrote before Mask. That story took place in Berengard and involved a magical smallpox, eight murdered gods and one god who was too busy reading to get murdered, and the origin of the shadows (called whispers in Berengard).
Some of those who went on to create Erlend were kicked out of Berengard because they tried to conquer it after accidentally destroying their own country.
In this world, immortality is usually a punishment. The time is meant to be spent atoning for past crimes.
In Belle, Laurence and Estrel foresaw their deaths and planned for them. They did not plan for Emilie and Annette.
Laurence’s mother was at the executions.
Emilie and Annette should really open that box.
In What We Devour, Crown of Strangling Vines reveals that he’s the Vile that cursed the original holder of Carlow’s curse, and he’s being honest when he tells her that it shouldn’t have gone on for so long. He was friends with a wrought and her wife back before the Door and Moon were created when Noble and Vile still existed in the world, but they were killed during a disagreement about the nature of wrought. He believed all of their children had been killed and cursed the person who had killed them. That’s the origin of Carlow’s curse.
He was locked behind the Door before he realized how long and how horrible the curse would be.
Alistair's boyfriend was one of several people Alistair tried to get close to, but he doesn't understand that his social and political power is a threat even when he is not being actively threatening, so his relationships never lasted long.
Delmond Creek was far older than he let on, cursed by the Noble Crown of A Time For All Seasons, and he did legitimately hate Carlow.
Vines was one of the first Vile to make a deal with mortals to prevent them from devouring him and to stop mortals from being wiped out. He didn’t want mortals to die because he thought they were fun. Now, though, he understands why they try to live forever and just dreads the day his latest crop of mortal acquaintances dies.
Franziska Carlow is never going to die unless she wants to. Lorena's on thin ice (if the ice is immortality). Vines likes Basil but knows they would hate immortality.
Noble sought perfect order to the point of physically altering whatever wasn’t perfect according to them, and that included mortals in mind, body, and soul. There’s a lot of body horror in that lore.
The lore of the Noble and Vile overlaps with another series I want to write, and if I do get to write it, there will be nods to Vines and Carlow in there.
If ice cream existed in Devour, Basil’s favorite would be mint chip.
And ignore the poor writing but enjoy the terrible rhyming.
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mothric · 5 years ago
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En; Mal; Erlend
En
pros:
can look like anyone, including your ex-girlfriend you swore you were over but are still definitely in love with
likes the woods- nature walks!
very off-the-grid. adds to her mystery and allure
if you’re into urban exploration she knows some cool places
cons:
your friends will absolutely think she is made-up even though you’ve introduced her multiple times
tends to interfere with cable and wifi signals
may know your secrets before you confide them. she can’t really control that but it’s still a breach of privacy
very shy and prone to leaving with no warning 
where she goes, you cannot follow
you’ll forget she ever existed, which could be a pro if the heartbreak is too much
Mal
pros:
if you need someone to haunt and/or kill some asshole you don’t like, he’s your guy
good at demolition, stealing stuff, breaking kneecaps, knife fights, disguise; all valuable skills in the right context
cons:
has no concept of ‘the right context’
prone to temper tantrums that may result in destroying all of your windows at once
frequently causes power-outages
also you’ll die because he will kill you
-100/10 do not recommend
Erlend
pros: 
can play the guitar
can take you on a magic carpet ride without the carpet
independence and learning how to fend for himself means he probably has good random survival tips
cons:
very wishy-washy and not good at people
doesn’t know how to commit
is kind of on the run
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sleazyjanet · 6 years ago
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A few random sketches of a few OCs.
Can you guess which ones are the villains? And which one is a modern AU?
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cielospeaks · 4 years ago
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concept: hans and antonio bonding over having a not so good relationship w their families
also concept: erlend nerding out over antonio and being just. big fanboy energy but also super supportive and trying to help him any way possible
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bubblinggin · 7 years ago
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Even demons wish for better times. We are all our own demons.
Erlend is himself a demon, a twisted human being who hungers for flesh and can produce fire at will. In sadness and in rage he will uncontrollably grow spikes out of his back forcing others away, when calming down again they fade out of existence starting from his back,  ending at the point leaving them harmful for a long time.
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fridaiversen · 4 years ago
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* Frida Iversen
* Character 7 years old
* TVD/TO/LEGACIES 
* 607 year old viking vampire
* OC
* 21 + Detailed and Literate
* Looking for SL's and banter
* Ships with Chemistry
* RT & Like for this vampire
*Penned by @desilikearnaz
In the year of our Lord 1420 Frida Jorgensen was born to her parents the King and Queen of their Viking village Oland, Sweden. Ottar and Marne along with her four brothers Erlend, Gudvær, Alrik and Ulfrik. Being the children of the King and Queen, they were promised to wed to the children in their village. Frida’s intended was Bjørn Iverson. Frieda and Bjørn lived in the same small village. Everyone knew everyone. However it mattered little whether they liked each other. However they became close friends as they grew older. 
As they grew, Ottar began training the young men of the village how to fight knowing they would go to war with the Danes. Just as the rest of the clansman had done many times during their childhood. It was Frida’s job as a growing girl to learn to cook and take care of the home for the men. Prepare their meals especially when they were going away to battle. They would not leave hungry and they would go with bread and jerky. When the men returned, she would assist in tending to the wounded Vikings.  
Though at night her brothers and Bjørn trained her in the art of swordplay. Frida was not going to be left a helpless woman whilst the men went out to battle. What if the Danes attacked the village? All the women and children would be… This would not happen. Not on her watch. Her brothers understood and some of the other men in the village agreed. However they would not allow this of their own daughters as their wives did not agree. Those that wished to be trained, trained at night along with Frida and her brothers. Those that did not, she felt them cowards. They would die begging for their and their children’s lives Frida and the other women would go down fighting. 
In 1434, it was discovered her brothers had been training her to fight, her parents immediately wed her to Bjørn, in the hopes this would prevent her from continuing her training. It was now all up to Bjørn as to what his wife did. Now it was a requirement that the blonde beauty would have to take care of Bjørn and the other men after battles. 
A year after their marriage, 1435 their daughter Gerda was born. A beautiful blonde baby girl. As soon as she was old enough to begin training, Bjørn began training her as he did not want his daughter, the Princess of their village to not be able protect herself and the women and children of their village while he was away. 
In the year 1439 the men were setting to go out to battle the next morn. Setting forth through the woods to gather roots, berries and other supplies for medicinal aid when the men returned. It was where she’d met a gentleman by the name of Rory who had been watching her for weeks.  When she noticed him, she took a defensive stance and was ready to fight for her life. He was much stronger than she. In her mouth she tasted an irony substance. Frida had tasted it before. Fighting with her brothers. It was blood. Suddenly nothing.  
It was still night when she awoke with a thirst. Yet not for water. It was something she had never felt before. The man Rory had been next to her with a… Dane. Immediately Frida wished to rip him apart with more force than she could muster than ever. The artery in his neck pulsing. Without a second thought teeth barred and the woman ravaged the young man. It mattered little. They were enemies. The man who had made her this way, explained to the Viking what it was that she had now become and what the rules she now had to follow. His accent was unknown to her. He mentioned the land of Ireland. 
Her hunger satiated for now, she returned home to make the medicinal and food necessary for the men going to war. Jerky, bread and other supplies. However she had not been able to enter her own hut.  Bjørn confused, asked her what she had been doing and to come into their hovel.  It was early morn as the men left. The sun was yet to rise. As this was the case, Frida was able to see Bjørn off. Children still sleeping were given their goodbyes silently. Hugging Bjørn, led to her to her to wishing to drain him of his blood. Yet she knew if she did, her family. Yet she could not. The villagers would kill her. In her mind, Frida thought about the Danes and killing only them. Enemies.. only Enemies. 
To their camps she proceeded and drank three men and made it home prior to the sun rising. Gerda was outside playing when she awoke. As time went on the villagers had begun questioning as to why she only came from their hovel at night and when she returned with hogs, deer and other random animals drained of blood, they asked questions of their King about his daughter. Frida excused her adventures as she felt it was her job as a woman to provide food for her family, and if there was additional meat remaining, she provided for the village as well. It was an acceptable answer.  
In 1441 the men returned with the wounded, dead and dying. Bjørn amongst them. Into their hut he was brought for her to care for until he would travel into the world of Valhalla. A strong Viking woman would not cry for her dying husband. It was the last thing he needed. The wailing of his woman as he died. Frida tended to his wounds as he lay dying. They had given him a week at most. The true warrior he was, he wished to live as long as he could to spend time with his wife and child instead of allowing someone to end his life. Each day she gave him her blood at it only lasted until the next moon rose. With only one drop, he healed slightly each day. Not enough to save his life.  
As her and his family and family came to check on him, they began to believe it was possible was going to make it as he was strong. As long as he was well cared for. Gerda was being taken care of by her family and saw her father from time to time.  In the daylight as she slept, the hearing she had been gifted with, the wheezing had begun. She knew the end was coming. After a fortnight of tending to the love of her life, to ensure he would return as she did, she fed him one last time. One day later he passed over to Valhalla. Though she told no one. Exiting their hut she informed everyone he was greatly improving and should be on his feet anytime now. People rejoiced as they planned a supper celebration in honor of Bjørn living through such a dire wound. Even the Danes could not kill their greatest warrior.  
That eve, she had left and found a Dane camp, drained a few dry for herself as well as for her husband. Placing his blood into some crockery.  
When he awoke to see his wife, her angelic face, his head shook back and forth. “You are not in Valhalla. Unless you have perished.” Placing her hand upon his chest. “Neither of us are in Valhalla. We are indeed alive, my love. I have saved you.” Confused as he was he was determined he had entered the gates of Valhalla now he was home with Frida. It took a long time for her to explain what they were and now the rules of which he must now abide.  Not believing her, he attempted to leave their hut in the early morn and his skin began to burn. Immediately returning, Bjørn had accused her of being a witch and condemning him to a life of immortal death with her. Yet now he could no longer fight in the daylight. His hatred grew for her.  
Their strategies of war changed. They began attacking at night at random interval so it was unexpected. Though he would still bring his wife blood. It was only out of obligation as the man of the family. One year later in 1442, Bjørn could take no more and turned his wife away from the village. Telling the others that she had been found in the Dane’s camp one evening possibly as a spy. Begging for her life to be spared as he still loved her, they had a child together. Her father reluctantly agreed and abjured Frida Iverson from their clan. Unable to say goodbye to Gerda, she left with the clothes on her back.  
Watching them closely as she could not bear leaving her clan. Her family was within reach. Their daughter. How could she leave her? Watching as she grieved her mother’s disappearance from her life. There were women who attempted to court her husband. It was allowed now since she had been turned away for being a spy. Yet he turned them all away. It was seen as he still loved his wife. However she knew the truth. It was because he was a vampire. Later that year he’d found her hiding watching them and advised her why did what he did. His hatred had become too much. Gerda was still grieving, however she was doing well. Crying as she knew daylight was coming, Frida went to her cave to retire for the day. It was then, Bjørn knew where she lay. He visited her from time to time to relay information on their daughter. Over time they became husband and wife once more. Their love bloomed again. 
In late 1446 Bjørn, during a battle with the Danes, faked his death. His body was never returned. As though they took it and desecrated it. He went on his own way, leaving his wife and child to find his own way in this life. However Frida could not leave their daughter. Continuing to watch her grow, she ached for her. Her dead heart broke each time she saw her. She was growing to be a fine young woman even if she had no mother or father to guide her in this world.  
Upon the turn of the summer of 1461, nearing the day of her daughter’s birth, Frida snuck into the camp, called out her name quietly enough so that her daughter would hear it. When she exited, Frida revealed herself, Gerda’s bright smile. Just as she recalled it plastered upon her face as she grabbed her about the neck. “Mother! You are here! Where have you been? You shouldn’t be here. Father is dead. You look the same… How?” Hushing her daughter, Frida took her to her cavern to explain everything. Including the information about her father. 
It was then she found Gerda wished to be with her mother. “What of your intended, my beautiful daughter?” Frida stroked the young woman’s cheek. “I hate him, Mother. Grandfather is forcing me to wed him next month. Neither of us want this. Please make me what you and Father are.” Frida sighed. “You don’t understand, Gerda. You will never grow old, you will be immortal, and you must live in the dark with the stars and moon. The sun is no longer available to you. It’s a price you must pay. It’s a heavy price.” A hug to her mother. “If I can live with you and make up the time and possibly Father, I ache for that in my heart.”  
Her teeth ripping a deep gash into her arm, the elder vampire held out her arm. “Quickly drink from it before it closes.” Almost immediately her daughter was on her arm. Shoving her off, she nodded. “That’s enough. Now come with me.” They entered the cave once more. Moving behind her daughter, she broke her neck awaiting for her awaken. In the process, she did the same thing, she went off and to gather the blood in the same matter as she did for her husband. 
It wasn’t long before Gerda awoke with that same thirst for blood. Feeding her, once again Frida explained the rules of becoming a vampire. Yet the teen had to test it, just as her father once did. Sticking her arm out, she was burned immediately. A small laugh. “Your father did the same thing.”  
As a few years went on they fended for themselves, in 1463 Rory found them. He explained to them they could never own property for they were dead. Nor could they enter a human’s home. It made sense now as to why they couldn’t do such a thing. As the pair had attempted time and again to seek shelter. He’d also shown them both the art of compulsion. It aided them in feeding off of people without draining of them of all of their blood, living off of them, slowly siphoning their money from them. 
Her hatred for the man who sired her grew deeper as he only provided her with knowledge in bits and pieces. Throughout the ages the world changed around them. Yet Frida did not. The 5’11” in shape Viking kept to her ways. Continuing to wear animal pelts as her coats and her mannerisms remained the same. A true Viking at heart, she would never change. During their time traveling throughout Europe they did as Rory said. Collected wealth from the rich, fed from them, lived with them, became part of their families and eventually moved on. For balls and proper dinners, they dressed appropriately.  
 The New World  
In the year 1800 she and Gerda sailed to the New World to set down roots as many people did.  Their wealth and possessions allowed them good fortune to live where they desired. No more were they going to live in small huts or caves. They had tasted the wealth of society and that was what they continued to long for. Knowing they could never own property, whilst they were in Europe they had met and obtained the service of a human from France. A wonderful woman by the name of Antoinette. The human was intrigued by what Frida and Gerda were.  She was more than happy to own the property on paper Frida was having built so they would be able to reside in the property.  
On property in known as a colony known as Virginia, they had a large home built. Larger than the three of them needed. Antoinette was not to open the door for anyone as time went on. She could be compelled by other vampires. This was not something they could not risk. Especially with her sire still out there. Their relationship had become quite tumultuous. The more often he approached them, the anger set in and she turned him away. Gerda felt the same. She saw it as that Rory had torn her family apart. If it had not been for him, they would all be in Valhalla now. Instead she and her mother were roaming the Earth in the hopes to find her father.  
Upon acquiring the knowledge of humans unable to be compelled if they either wore or ingested vervain, Antoinette began drinking it with her tea.  To be sure any vampire was unable to remove a vervain piece of jewelry and able to compel her. Antoinette served as their employee. As time continued on and the human was courted, wed, and had children it was agreed upon that the estate would pass on to their children as time went on as long as they were well taken care of. 
In 1860 the town of Mystic Falls was forming Frida had heard of a rumor that the founding fathers would be tested to see if they were indeed vampires. Over time, she and Gerda began ingesting it everyday in order to pass this test. It was not easy at first but they became used to the mixture. The Iverson family was one of the founding members of this town. Contributing to its future. As it formed with witches, vampires and werewolves, it became known that the witches were able to cast spells upon jewelry so vampires could walk in the daylight. It was well known the species hated one another, however Frida and Gerda left them alone as they wished no one harm. Except those they lived off of, or fed from. Strangers in town. They meant little to them. Upon her finger Frida still wore her ring in which Bjørn had given to her over four hundred years prior. It still meant everything to her. The witches used their magic to create a day ring for Frida and yet another for Gerda. A ring her mother had given to her in the Seventeen hundreds.  
They were now allowed to walk in the daylight. During the next almost 200 years they had “died,” left the country for some time, returned, “died” yet again, leaving to visit the rest of the world. Though they kept in constant touch with the current owners and employees of their home. Having a fallout as Gerda wished to continue searching for her father, they parted ways. It has been 70 years since she has been home. Her new servant is Antoine.
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commander-passiflora · 5 years ago
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Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Character/Original Character Characters: Toril Dragonslayer - OC, Erlend Holgerson - OC, Female Norn Player Character (Guild Wars) Additional Tags: Fluff, Wintersday (Guild Wars), Snow, Snowball Fight, Married Couple Series: Part 1 of Wintersday Fic Week 2019 Summary: “Erlend stepped into the gate to Hoelbrak with a beaming smile. He could hardly remember how long it had been since he last saw his love, nevermind the last time they’d had an entire week to themselves. The Wintersday festivities meant that Toril finally got a break from Commander-ing, as he liked to call it, and he’d left his shop in the care of his apprentice, who he was fairly certain was competent enough to manage. Hoelbrak was rather quiet at the moment, too, or so Toril had told him. With so many people staying in Divinity’s Reach to take full advantage of the holiday, the city she grew up in and loved so dearly was the perfect place to retreat into the warmth of each other’s company.” *********** Hey hi, it’s my first fic for the Wintersday Fic Week! I’m so excited, this is actually my first time EVER participating in this kind of event. I’m challenging myself to focus on developing all of my characters more in depth this week, bc I’ve been focusing a looooot on Dianach at the expense of, like, everyone else. So first up is a lil fluffy fic about Toril, my norn commander, and her husband Erlend! I’m also going to be posting a little more info about the two of them (and also Toril’s other partners, who will also be popping up over the next several days) later today, as well as similar things about the other folks showing up in my fics throughout the week! Also coming later today is the second chapter of This Dream Was Me and You, my ultra-sappy self-indulgent trammander fic.
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madman-of-amargosa · 7 years ago
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Wow.  Someone really wants to know more about VIDCUNT. I am only too happy to oblige.  And, just because anon here is awesome, Imma dump a bunch of info on yunz today.
Vidcund is my not-OC character.  He is a character from The Sims 2 who I like to plop into other games and stories along with his brothers Pascal and Lazlo.  I’ve been torturing them this way since Fable. 
His full name, in the Fallout 4 universe, is Vidcund Erlend Estrano. I changed the surname because Curious is just a little too goofy as a surname, even for me.  Estrano isn’t much better, I know.  ‘Vidcund’, as far as anyone has been able to determine, is a completely made up name and no one is quite sure how to pronounce it.  In my head, I pronounce it ‘vid-sund’ - it sounds similar to the name Vincent.  Erlend is Norwegian and means ‘foreigner’.  Estrano means strange or stranger. Vid’s mother is of Norwegian descent, and his father of Latin American descent.  Vidcund’s family is from Amargosa Valley, Nevada.
INTERESTING THINGS ABOUT VIDCUNT :
Vidcund, before the war, was a party boy.  When he went to college it was all sex, chems, and rock-n-roll.  He managed to keep it together for 3 semesters before failing out.  Embarrassed, (His 2 brothers were students at CIT, and doing very well), and afraid to admit it to his father (who had been on his case about the partying and chem use for years), he enlisted in the army.  By the time dear old dad found out that Vid had been kicked out of university, Vid was on his way to Alaska.
Vidcund loves music. After months wandering the Commonwealth wasteland, he was so tried of listening to Roy Brown over and over again, he helped a ghoul friend named Rocky set up a radio station atop the old Corvega plant in Lexington.  He gave Rocky all the old records and tapes he had at the house in Sanctuary, and is constantly on the lookout for more. Vid is the only one of the brothers who showed an aptitude for music when he was a kid.  He can read music and is able to play both piano and guitar but hasn’t done so since before Armageddon.  He has a beautiful singing voice, but makes a point to avoid singing where anyone can hear him.
Vidcund has terrible eyesight.  He was initially denied enlistment into the army because of his poor eyesight.  However, it was January 2067, one month after China had invaded Alaska, and the Army was desperate.  Vidcund was desperate to get out of the mess he had gotten himself into, and agreed to have experimental corrective eye surgery to enlist.  The operation was a success and for most of the 8 years he served, he had perfect vision.  His vision started deteriorating just before he returned from Alaska.  Upon returning to the states he learned that there was a class action lawsuit against the US Government on behalf of other soldiers who had undergone the experimental treatment and were now losing their eyesight, some going completely blind.  That was how he met his lovely wife Nora; she was the attorney representing him in the class action .
One of Vidcund’s brothers survived the nuclear apocalypse and still lives in the commonwealth.  (Anyone who has been following me for a while would probably be able to guess which one.)  Vid hasn’t found him yet, but he will eventually.  I’ll leave it to you to speculate which brother it was, how he survived, and exactly what he got up to during the 200 years Vid spent in the vault as a meat Popsicle.
Trolling aside, I’m always happy to answer any questions about VIDCUNT.  As you can tell I’ve spent entirely too much time thinking about him in this universe and would love to ramble on about him more.  I have pages of notes just waiting for the day when I feel like writing anything again.  So, if the mood strikes you, ask away.  I love interacting with yunz guys.
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pumpkinraventrick · 4 months ago
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Dotta, Pouncer's rider. Dotta is the daughter of the chief of their village and the leader of the dragon rider group. She is shy and has trouble making friends, but Pouncer has helped her really come out of her shell and socialize.
Erlend, Dart's rider. Erlend is the village trouble maker, but only does so out of playfulness instead of maliciousness. His pranks often go wrong, but his friends and dragon are always there to get him out of trouble.
Vog, Ruffrunner's rider. Vog and his dragon are much alike as they are often found lounging and keeping to themselves. Dotta and Erlend are usually dragging him around on their crazy adventures.
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artstelle · 1 year ago
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I am drawing my baby, I am excited! My baby is an ancient vampire older than some civilizations. But he is still my baby.
I created him about 6 years ago and never felt confident enough to draw him, or actually any of OCs. Name is Erlend. I can cry of happiness if people like him, he is very precious to me.
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artstelle · 1 year ago
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"Meeting of the Gods"
That's my OC Erlend. And it is an important scene from his story. I want to draw it as a comic one day.
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mothric · 6 years ago
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you play dnd? what characters have u made 👀
well ok I must shamefully admit I haven’t played ;-; I’ve been wanting to for a very long time but I just haven’t had the kind of time required (and I’m also kind of intimidated by all the numbers and intricate details tbh)
BUT I Did preemptively plug my OC Erlend into a character sheet, should I ever have the opportunity to be in a game for reals (using Pathfinder so he’d probably have to be tweaked a bit, depending). 
originally he’s a half-human wizard who uhh basically airbends by strumming his guitar with feeling (don’t judge me)
but for the purposes of DnD he’s a bard and a sylph, which is the closest I could get to ‘magical musical wind wizard’ ahaha. his stats are probably less than stellar cause I am Not Good at numbers I just wanna get to the Story and the Adventure BUT HEY he’s ready to go, whenever i like… graduate and have too much time on my hands in the awkward period between School and a Real Job (’:
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mothric · 6 years ago
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📻, also i see u like crywolf ovo
@dakota-raptor  that is literally the only Crywolf song I know I am sorry ;v;
I’m gonna switch it up and see if I can conjure a song for my dear boy Erlend…
Kings of Convenience | Summer on the West Hill
now I know there is a world beyond the small place I was coming from I feel at home here in the middle of nowhereI will never know the names of these places I travel throughto reach the coastline I’ve been told I will be there in time
since Erlend is literally inspired by Erlend Øye, it’s only fitting the first song I attribute to him be a Kings of Convenience song. this one captures his wandering spirit nicely, I think.
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