#there's too much lore-dumping

[cheriafreya]

watching my sister play Honkai Star Rail for the first time reminded me of why I stopped playing the game twice before finally staying lmao

[spacebubblehomebase]

I just noticed, in your HHStargazers AU no one has pupils - except for Alastor and, if she's canon, Carmilla. Does that mean slit pupils are a sign of a demon in disguise?

Good eye! 👈👈👀 (Pun unintended.) Though I don't really plan for this trait to be repeatedly shared amongst the disguised demons. Mostly to not limit my designs to an obvious tell. But the slit pupils were indeed intentional flaws I added in for those two in particular. Because according to MY headcanon, both angels and demons are beings beyond human comprehension. Thus, it's only to be expected that even when they TRY to fit in, they'll be unable to keep EVERY aspect of their uncanny nature concealed. At best, they're imperfect imitations of what "normal" should be. It just so happens that in my AU, angels have a much easier time concealing most of their little quirks and oddities away than the sinners for my own reasons and as for WHY no one ever grew suspicious of the eye thing, it's because Charlie's curiosity could be easily curved. While for Lucius to point this out, he'll have to admit that he's been staring at Alastor's eyes a lot whenever he gets close enough to drown in the depths of his gaze and- EHEM!!! Which he's NEVER done, mind you! AhahaHAH- What slit pupils??? Never noticed those before. Nuh-uh. NO siree. NOPE! Lucius is normally so, SO normal about Alastors VERY much normal eyes in a TOTALLY normal amount of normal. A-ANYWAAAYS!!! Lucius would also be a hypocrite if he was bothered by them considering his own occupation and the people he's usually surrounded by (yet to be revealed). As for the other humans, Alastor doesn't care enough about their opinions for it to be a threat to him and people often just avoid the guy unnerving them with his creepy ass stare. So it's all good! Hope you like these bonus fun facts! 'Cause I have a feeling I left you with just as much questions as answers, but that's the fun of an ongoing story, yeah? Stay tuned~! 😉✨️ -Bubbly💙

[tiredsmashbros]

"happy birthday, bluejay."

2k words ; tsari fanfic

"gAH!" tari yelped as she lost her grip on the wooden plates nailed to the tree. fear of adrenaline rushed inside her veins, glancing a peek below her, acknowledging the height and distance above from the ground. she didn't have a fear of heights, yet it still was an alarming issue to imagine in her mind what could happen if she were to fall.

"w-wOaH! bj, grab my hand!" tsb directed extending his arm out, using his stretchable ability to allow tari a more secure reach. "come on!" he exclaimed, assisting her up until she was finally standing on the wooden surface base marked on their destination. "heh, trying to fall again now are we?" the man chuckled in hopes of lightening the mood, referencing an inside-joke recall based on their first meeting, "but on your birthday? what kind of a crazy bird are you!"

tari giggled, relief dominating over her after finally arriving at the top of tsb's home. "i'm not used to climbing up!" she began, taking a break to catch her breath, "why'd you have to live up so high? it's challenging to come to visit you!" the bluejay spoke glancing her eyes to take in the view as she recovered. she could see the showgrounds perfectly where she stood, watching her friends play in the grass field, and even a clear view of smg3's coffee and bombs. it was just a marvelous view, pondering why she hadn't thought to come here more often. with the wind brushing onto her face, and the shade provided by the tree's leaves to guard from the sun it was evermore peaceful and quiet. her worries gone within an instant, it was relaxing to say.

"then i suppose you'll have to come by more often to see silly o'l me, huh?" tsb responded, opening the entrance door for tari to enter. "birthday girl first~" tsb flirted, forming an exaggerated body gesture for her to enter in. tari shyly smiled and nodded, making her way inside the blue and yellow man's humble abode.

as if it was her first, tari couldn't ever grasp how peculiar and unique tsb's home was structured. the outer appearance appearing as a regular small treehouse built from wood and nails. yet the interior, god the interior was like an entirely whole other world. seemingly cartoonishly larger, covered in bright light blue walls, white clouds painted onto them. additionally, small rainbows scattered around. a giant painted sun on the ceiling, accompanied by multiple small paper-shaped stars assisted with tape dangled down from right above. high enough where her standing wouldn't bother it, but not so high where you couldn't acknowledge them. the area was furniture filled with shelves of unused big and small canvases, all sorts of art materials neatly placed and organized, with the man's silly personality of individually colored beanbags to sit on, and nets filled with all kinds of plushies and toys. it felt like a dream house for an art child really. dried used paint splattered about here and there on the walls and floor adding color to the bright white room.

"still breathtaking for you, birdy? i thought it would still be boring even doing some minor edits here and there." tsb scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment noticing tari's positive expressive expression as she glanced the place up and down, side to side.

"are you kidding? how could i not be? any normal person would find this breathtaking! your place is an absolute dream house, tsb! it's bright, cozy, colorful, and a playground of endless creative creation! i can't get over how you can manage to create this all yourself! very impressive!" tari exclaimed, as her smile stretched up to her cheeks, really absorbing and giving a twirl around the space. excitement fueled her as he bounced about exploring the other familiar areas and all of its satisfying gleam of bright colors. it felt like she truly was up in the clouds or a figment of what she felt was a physical imagination of heaven.

tsb could only watch and giggle from the side. his heart was pounding in glee seeing the bluejay prance about in joy, admiring the work of art he's created for himself to call home. he felt an over beamed of satisfied joy he endlessly craved being appreciated. especially from her. a compliment from anyone would've still been appreciated of course, yet hearing those words coming from her felt like he could die at any moment. and he wouldn't mind.

after some time of tari exploring the area admiring all the nooks and crannies of tsb's dream-like treehouse, tsb finally directed tari to his bedroom. a place he... coming to the realization he had never shown her before up until now. the first time smg4 interrupted them cutting their time short, and other visits were with other guests visiting to do arts and crafts or play board games. yet this was the first since her first visit it was just the two of them. tsb grew nervously anxious as he tiled the sun-shaped knob of his door, allowing entry to the girl he admired most. it was just his room and he truthfully had nothing to hide, yet it was still nerve-racking for him, pondering about her opinion.

"t-this is my room-" before tsb could even continue to create a proper introductory description, tari jolted up in joy, squealing in glee rushing inside to admire the new room, eager to explore. it had the same vibe and aesthetic as the main entrance room, the entire treehouse quite frankly, yet this room specifically was more in the theme of tsb's main colors. yellow and blue! additionally, instead of the walls being painted or scattered with paint, they were filled with drawings drawn on paper of different mediums taped onto the wall.

entering the room revealed tsb's bed, filled with drawings of rainbows and clouds above as seen the theme all over the place. the bed is cuffed below of soft felted cloud-shape border with a uniquely colored placed rainbow for a bed frame. to the right side of the wall was a large window viewing of the sky, and next to it a tall dresser. accompanied by the wall where the door was placed, was filled with drawings she could recognize were drawn from her friends. boopkins, luigi, heck even some dumb doodles from smg3 she recalled tsb telling the tale of them hanging out one night.

the last wall to the left side of the room erupted with colors of different shades of green and brown. taken aback coming to the realization tsb's home lacked the color green almost entirely, let alone any color of brown other than the "disguise" from the exterior. illustrations of trees, squirrels, and small rodents, and what she could make out looked like a television. causing a shiver down her spine being reminded of mr. puzzles, yet these looked nothing like him. furthermore, they looked the same tv of a design with a nice chestnut brown with a cyan-like blue screen. some with hearts, some crossed out even wrinkled, and others... tari stared at it in confusion. she assumed it was an interesting relation due to tsb heavy interest in cartoon shows, he would watch several frequently with mario. however, something inside her told her it meant something else. as if it linked to-

"soooo what do you think, bluejay?" tsb queried, interrupting tari's thoughts. to the bluejay's surprise, he was resting on his bed in a crisscross position with his hands questionably behind his back slightly awkwardly.

"oh! i-it's awesome!" she quickly responded, trying to rid herself pondering over the mystery of this "tv". "i don't recall you ever showing me your room before. what gives! trying to hide more secrets?" she confidently spoke back, removing any possible suspicion. taking a seat next the the cartoony man.

"noo, of course not! just something i suppose i hadn't had the time to show you till now." tari rolled her eyes playfully trying to seem hurtful by his response. tsb giggled.

suddenly, he began to clear his throat, straightening his back, and shifting closer to tari with a slight struggle refusing to use his hands for support. however, fear rose inside as he wondered if he was too close to the bluejay, but she didn't seem bothered and instead mimicked his actions. receiving another giggle from the man feeling his face grow hot. "i uh," tsb began, "i have a gift for you! um..." tsb slowly unhidden his hands to reveal a bird-like figure in his palms. tari began to decipher it being a hand-crafted bluejay figure with a neatly small bowtie around its neck. yet she was utterly confused and speechless, it allowed tsb to continue his monologue. "i'm... not very good at making something supposedly grand like parties or cakes, for someone's orbit around the sun, but i do like handcrafting things for people i... um... admire most." tsb confident outward speech turned to stutters and quiet speech seemingly looking down as he could feel his hands sweat under his golden gloves. "i hope you like this gift-"

"of course i do!~" tari finally bursted into squeals having her hands turn to fists positioned up to her face in an attempt to hide her overly joyous smile. shifting her position to admire the beautifully hand-crafted bluejay more up-close. "it's so cute!~" she squealed once more feeling like she could feel herself almost cry from overstimulated happiness. "how did you use to make it?" she queried swiftly, staring at tsb's shades, eyes wide with sparks of adoration.

tsb only stuttered to find the words, his face growing hotter by the second hearing the beats of his pounding heart inside his ears. "i-i used cardboard to create the base of the shape... and um gluing layers of newspaper to give some texture... a-after painting it with acrylic- nO gouache a-a-and reusing some old thick ribbon i had in my scrapes to gave it a bow!" swiftly adding in the end, "y-you know! because it's a gift! cause it you're birthday! a-and purple to match your eyes! b-because your eyes are purple! oH and this is a bluejay, not a duck i-i-i-im not sure if that was obvious um-"

"it's perfect.~" tari softly interjected, cupping tsb's hands and lowering them down from their chests. "it's adorable of you think of me like that. i've never received a gift like this before... it exactly represents me and considering the thoughts you had i seriously appreciate the effort you put in. it's," tari couldn't help but giggle.

before tsb could muster to search for words to say thank you, tari kissed tsb on the cheek. "it's really cute. thank you.~" shots of physical cloud of air flew out of tsb's ears, face even red than the color red itself, stunned and completely flustered he sat there frozen. tari once again giggled seeing the clouds of smoke coming out of their ears like a real-life cartoon, yearning to see what more of a reaction she can get. she was always fascinated by tsb's strange cartoonish nature she just simply adored him more and more. nothing about him could ever bore her. 

just if by instinct, she removed her hands from tsb and reached out to remove tsb shades. settling it down by the bed, gazing admirably into his brown eyes as they were shifting animatedly to pink hearts back and forth. "t-tari-" tsb started, but was unfortunately cut off by someone outside. turning his eyes into pupils with red outlines from surprise.

"tari!" a familiar voice called, "TARI!" smg4 called again louder.

"smg4 must have the party essentials ready. we should go till he gets impatient hehe!" tari stood up from the bed grabbing the bluejay gift with one hand while the other grabs for the cartoon man's glove. 

"y-yeah..." he replied, still stunned by what happened. eventually after a soft tug from tari, he regained his senses and threw back his shades on. springing off the bed and following tari out of his room. 

"you think there'll be cake left after mario gets to it first?" tsb asked.

tari chuckled, "i doubt it." 

END

[lazywriter-artist]

So a spartan, Helldiver and space marine walk into a bar—

What could possibly go wrong?

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They do this every few hours— poor spartan

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He’s strong—

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Fellas, is it gay to wanna make out with a 7ft tall brick wall of a man— for democracy ofc!

Lazy yapping abt lore below the cut 🫶🫶🫶

I’ve been putting off on posting this for whatever reason but here they are 🫶 my specialest boys!!

I have been thinking about this Au/Crossover situation for MONTHS now btw they infect my brain like little worms

How does it all make sense for these three to coexist? Easy.

Halo & helldivers are from the same-ish universes, sort of, come from different galaxies the UNSC sends their Spartans out to help Helldiver operations as back up from time to time. Helldivers are seen as slightly crazed quacks by the UNSC but it’s better they have Spartans to keep them sane and controlled on more delicate missions then nothing.

Space marines (and warhammer associated factions ect.) exist in a separate universe (naturally) but warp shenanigans means they can bleed over sometimes to this new foreign area (time travel or multiverse hoping, your pick.) and that’s how we got to our current range :3

A space marine, a hell diver and a spartan make up a crack squad of only slight fuck ups B)

I love them a lot and they’re so silly—

[cacaocheri]

You should in fact infodump about poptropica, also have you considered doing a DCA Poptropica crossover to unite the interests together?

1) I love you so much dude I hope you're doing well 2) poptropica infodump would take AGES this thing has lore so I will spare you a ramble for now 3) I . HAVE NOT. BUT COULD YOU IMAGINE SUN AND MOON WITH THE BIG BOBBLE HEADS

no? because I can

oh my god they look so much more cursed than I expected I'm laughing my ass off

[insomniphic]

Pretty people (ft @blackkatdraws’s Black & Stanley)

!!EVERYTHING, ASIDE FROM THE WORLD BUILDING, IS NOT CANON!!

Any interactions between Kat’s and I’s characters will always be located as an AU

Background/Explanation beneath the cut! 👇👇

Narry has this personal skill where he can see people’s Auras! Auras are a make-up of the past, present, future, and every other universe out there combined. They take on the form of rooms full of splattered paint (typically black and white). Narry uses these to determine whether a person is good or bad: white obviously being good and black being bad.

Black’s Aura just happens to be the darkest one he’s seen; this fact kind of builds on to the on going grudge they have against each other.

Black isn’t meant to look “terrifying” (Not like Narry will understand the concept of fear when it comes to looks) but something as ugly and disgusting.

Auras are meant to be the perception of a person that Narry has to look inwardly into. But there are rare cases where it disrupts how he sees this person, because of how strong their Auras are.

Auras are large rooms of paint. Black’s just happens to be so flooded with black paint. So much so that it’s leaking out to the outside world. It does not affect anyone, but it’s Narry’s (personal) reasoning as to why Black is so terrifying to a normal individual, who does not have his ability.

In this form, Black looks bloated and he churns and pops every now and then — like the pus of a popped pimple. Then it flattens then another one appears. As pokey and squishy the bumps look, it’s hard as a rock.

Looking into other details, the thorns are there to keep him from unleashing all of that dark energy to everyone. (Like the black paint used in Glitter Force [if you get the reference]) Narry doesn’t understand why it’s there but he has a few theories: he suspects that it’s a visual representation of restraint, or there’s a variable that is subconsciously holding him back.

[serpentface]

What exactly are living gods in the blightseed universe?

Ok here's the (DANGEROUSLY vestigial at this point) Meta Deeplore:

There is a material form of energy that is utilized by biological bodies essentially as an animating force. This IS the vaguely defined, extremely ambiguous magic in the setting. It is what produces the actual experience of Consciousness and can be basically considered 1:1 with conscious experience. All life utilizes this energy (whether actually conscious life in the traditional sense or not).

It cannot be created or destroyed, and rather follows pathways of dispersal between one material plane and a parallel plane. This parallel plane is 'the ether' 'the dreamlands' etc, and has its own matter. Discrete entities from the dreamlands are essentially formed as a byproduct of consciousness and, when interacted with, are deeply susceptible to the influence of conscious Thought (they are essentially matter organized By consciousness and can be reorganized by consciousness)

These are the entities that can become living gods. Dreamlands fauna occasionally slips into prime material reality, at which point they are directly under the influence of consciousness and can be transformed. Dreamlands fauna in of itself is not directly perceivable but produces a sense of Presence, like the feeling of being watched when alone in the wilderness, a 'third man effect', a sense of inexplicable awe or fear, seeing shadows from the corner of your eye, etc. The combination of their tangible effects and their susceptibility to consciousness creates a self-reinforcing cycle that produces living gods.

IE: if one is on a forest and people experience the sensation of its presence, belief that there is some entity there may develop. This will follow the lines of the cultural worldview- say there are already beliefs in spectral hounds that encounter travelers at night, it might be interpreted as a location-specific hound, given a name and identity through stories. This in turn causes the dreamlands fauna to physically embody that form and the assumed qualities, and people will start having absolute materially real encounters with it, thus reinforcing the initial beliefs that created it and generating new elements of the mythology. This is what a living god is.

They need persistent, localized, and coherent beliefs to hold their forms. If a village creates a living god and is then wiped out in a disaster, the god will gradually lose its form and return to its initial state of a sense of Presence. This is also a limiting factor on the 'size' and power of a living god, if an entire religion formed around it and became a widespread phenomena, the living god itself cannot 'keep up'. It is sustained on direct and localized interactions, so belief becoming widely dispersed (especially if the localized belief is lost) will cause it to gradually become less discrete. The effect of this property is that living gods are almost always minor deities or spirits tied to a specific location by a specific nearby culture. A lot of deities in larger religions may have once had a living god component that is now indiscrete.

The living god of the Ur-tree is an unusual exception in that it was created over millennia, basically by the survival instincts of the Plants it interacts with, and has held its form over hundreds of millions of years due to this being ubiquitous and un-susceptible to cultural change. The only thing that could 'kill it' is if its forest was entirely destroyed.

So 99% of living gods can be described as thoughtforms created by the process of folkloric/religious development. They are created BY people and not the other way around, and nothing about their nature confirms or denies the existence of other deities or etc.

And yeah I'm going to be 100% real I am REALLY tempted to dump even this extremely ambiguous magical element like it is soooooooooooooooo fucking NOT important to the setting at this point. I've kind of allowed 'literal god entities created by mortal belief' to be just a tiny part of the world's fabric by their nature, like it works within the worldbuilding for such a hugely significant concept to ultimately be insignificant in the overall framework, so I COULD just Leave It but idk. If it were not for me wanting to still have my big fucking god tree and a talking dog as an actual character it would be out of here soooo fast..........

[afraidparade]

What exactly happens to a ghost when another ghost eats them? Does the victim finally move onto the afterlife? Or is there nothing awaiting them afterwards? And if ghosts can be permanently exorcised, do they suffer the same fate as if they were eaten by a fellow ghost?

when a ghost is consumed by another ghost, their consciousness disappears entirely and they’re converted to energy. this isn’t the same as exorcism — which is the complete removal of spectral energy from the material plane — because the energy is still there, it’s just lost its individuality. there isn’t a way to separate out pieces of a ghost that consumed others or “restore” a ghost that’s already been consumed; it’s an irreversible process, much like digesting food. which means yes, if the stronger ghost gets exorcised, the portion of energy that was the ghost(s) it consumed would be exorcised too.

ghosts by nature are unstable bundles of very distressed life energy, so as you can imagine, bundling a bunch of these into one being is a very, very bad thing. this is why strong ghosts tend to be extremely aggressive and unhinged — being trapped in a sliver of existence that you don’t belong in and don’t know how to escape is painful, and results in lashing out. it also makes peaceful exorcisms (which involves rituals that attune an exorcist to the source of a ghost’s soul and resolves their distress manually, more on this when i actually finish the exorcist lore update lol) much more difficult, as the source of the ghost’s soul is now tangled beneath layers upon layers of anguished fragments of other souls.

regarding “what comes after,” there’s some more info on that in the big lore post (i think). this world has a “cycle of rebirth” type thing going on, which will also be elaborated on more when i finally get around the finishing the written lore update lolol.

[thebiggestfuckgiven]

Lore i

(for How I DIDN’T Become a Villain)

Note: This is based on fanon that is used and accepted by most of the phandom, with the addition of my own ideas on how the supernatural aspect of the DP universe came to be. I.e, the Ghost Zone/Infinite Realms, the title of Ghost King, the origin of Pariah Dark, and much more. 

• The Infinite Realms •

The Universe once began. We know how that story goes. The Big Bang, nebulas and planets and stars and light forming everywhere all at once. But there was something else. The Universe was alive, and everything living has something that gives it life. A mind, an engine, a (sub)conscious.

In this, the Universe had a void. An apparent one, at least. This void didn’t have tangible matter the way the Universe did, but it did have something. This void was nearly overflowing with it. Life Energy. It was no void at all, but a Source for all living beings in the Universe. In all Universes.

It had a different name, at first, but once Belief Systems started making their home in its center, thousands upon millions of them, it became the Infinite Realms. A kaleidoscope of energy, of life and death and everything in between. It is that which holds infinite ideas and infinite consciousnesses and infinite concepts and infinite infinities. It is that which holds everything together.

Something this large and this primordial to creation needed something else to take care of it.

• The Linkeepers •

That which is now known as the High King of the Infinite Realms has a true name: Linkeeper. Like all things, there is an origin. The First Linkeeper. They were born of the connection between the Universe and the Source, with the inherent purpose to look after their parents and to assure that neither took or gave too much of the other. They embodied the careful balance between Matter and Energy. That which lived and that which was Life. 

The role of Linkeeper changed, the tiniest bit, with each chosen inheritor. However, it was when it landed in Pariah Dark’s greedy, bloody hands that the role was betrayed, cracked to its foundation. No longer signifying balance and caregiver and protecter, the Ghost King took the helm and brought on a role of control, power, and conquest. The balance was thrown off its axis, and war prevailed. 

Linkeeper was lost to the dredges of unspoken stories (as there was no one to hear them anymore), and all that could be done to try and retain it was to lock Pariah Dark away and wait. To wait for a chosen inheritor to bring back the balance that had been so carelessly disregarded for nearly three thousand years.

P.S,

this is a shallow, tried-to-keep-it-short explanation of the lore that WILL make an appearance in the fic. I avoided going into certain details of the Linkeeper (like the inheritors/predecessors, their names, and their stories) because i’m reserving that for the fic. 

There will be around two more Lore-dumps, and after that maybe a sneak peek at the first chapter (if i have it nice and tidy by then). The actual, full chapters will take me a WHILE to upload (to my ao3 account), because i want to at least have five to seven chapters fully written out before i start posting. That said, hope you like what I have so far!

[dustykneed]

who’s your most favorite non Star Trek blorbo? :)

hilariously non-fandom (ish) but... mr john keating (dead poets society)! keating/mcallister is one of my favorite ships actually hahah. i know most people ship the boys but i guess i just made a beeline for the old married couple (as always xDD). i have this whole fix-it au for dps... 6k words of complete self indulgence and counting <333

[unma]

My theory is that you've had (or currently have) a big thing for roleplaying, perhaps directly related to your aptitudes as a writer.

I feel like someone just sniped me through a buncha buildings and windows and still hit a head shot. How could you tell? I haven't actively roleplayed in at least a couple of years—not because I don't want to, tbh, I would if I could actually get back into it again—so I'm surprised anyone could tell. I still have a bunch of my proudest rp posts saved (it was mostly crp), and I was into it for at least 3 years or so.

It's definitely related to my aptitude as a writer though. Having to respond so often to some of the most detailed crp posts where you would and often did get technicality'd into oblivion (and would do the same back) definitely made me care a lot about the details, and I'm not gonna lie I do still draw on that still when describing combat sometimes. Getting technicality'd into oblivion doesn't sound too fun, but I assure you it was (once you got used to it anyway), and that community was definitely my closest set of online friends for a good bit.

[mermaidchan05]

Vesuvia Weekly: the Many Questions of Damian

For @vesuviaweekly 's "Who, what, when, where, why, and how" prompt. Blatantly borrowed the format that @fox-daddy used for this post, which I just loved. Thank you for sharing your wonderful Apprentice and for inspiring me to use this prompt as an excuse to talk about my boi Damian lol

Presenting, the 5 W's and one H of Damian!

(Amazing art by @kristinart18officialpage!)

Who...

…is Damian?

Damian Mendoza, the third of four children.

He has an older brother (whom they don’t talk about anymore), an older sister, and a younger sister.

An alchemist with a penchant for fire magic.

Best friend to his familiar, Oswald the bat.

A bit of an up-and-coming inventor as well: he loves to tinker and

build things, especially working with metal.

A Tarus.

A musician: he plays the guitar.

The type who can and will talk nonstop when the topic of conversation turns into one he’s passionate about

Pretty good with people, partially thanks to his Big Brother energy.

One who will defend and fight for his family until the end of time.

Determined… or some might say stubborn, which is both a blessing and a curse. He will see things through to the end, but if he gets stuck in one way of doing things, it takes a lot to break him out of that cycle.

A person with very little fashion sense, preferring practical, comfortable clothes.

(This man does not know how to do his hair. It's always a mess. Please help him.)

Someone with a dry, witty sense of humor who pretends to hate puns but secretly loves them.

The type to either know exactly what’s in his bag at any given time or to have fifteen different notebooks in there because he kept forgetting he already packed a notebook and there is no in between.

What...

...are Damian’s favorite things? 

Let’s go through the official Arcana favorites list! 

Favorite food: Chilaquiles 

Favorite Drink: Apple cider 

Favorite Flower: Marigold 

Bonus favorite season: Autumn

When...

... is Damian most like himself?

There are three general scenarios where Damian is purely Damian. 

One involves family. When he’s watching out for or taking care of the people in his circle, he truly shines. 

(aforementioned Big Brother Energy definitely comes into play here)

It’s extra obvious when he’s interacting with his familiar. Damian treats little Oswald as a trusted companion, but makes sure he has absolutely everything he needs. 

 The second involves music. 

Damian loves music, and he’s very skilled with his guitar.  

Sometimes, he finds that he expresses his emotions best through his guitar. 

When his feelings are too strong to articulate with words, he’ll always turn to music. 

Third is when he’s working on a project. 

He loves creating things. Experimenting. Putting things together to make something brand new. 

Sometimes his work is methodical and by-the-book. Sometimes he just throws everything together to see what works. 

Either way, the sheer excitement and focus and passion behind his work is a sight to behold.

Where...

....does Damian feel most at home? 

Damian grew up in Nopal. Even after he had completely lost his memories, Nopal had always been a pretty comfortable place for him. 

He knows a lot of history and folklore of the area, too, mostly thanks to his own curiosity.  

But for him, home will always be the shop in Vesuvia... 

Or, really, anywhere with his family by his side. 

If Julian is there, then he’s perfectly happy.

Why...

...did Damian move to Vesuvia? 

Damian moved to Vesuvia to help his aunt run her magic shop. 

Said shop started out pretty small, with just enough for her to make a decent living. 

When it became the only somewhat-prolific magic shop in the city, she started getting in over her head. 

Damian immediately volunteered for the job. He ended up really enjoying the work. And he was pretty darn good at it, too. 

All this turned out to be a good thing when he had to fully take over the shop thanks to the Red Plague. 

How...

...is Damian doing? 

He’s doing much better now. 

He still hasn’t regained all of his memories, but he’s learned more about his family and his history. 

He and Julian are very much in love, and they’re equal partners in every way. 

The two of them really build each other up, covering one another’s weaknesses. 

As much as Damian loves adventuring, he’s always happy to come back home to the shop. And he’s grateful that Julian was willing to settle down a bit and move in with him.

Bonus Fun Facts!

His Patron Arcana (before the whole Fool thing) is the Chariot. 

All of my Apprentice OC’s are partially inspired by different magical/mythical creatures. Damian’s inspiration is a phoenix. 

He’s named after Damien LaVey from Monster Prom, since I was listening to a lot of Nathan Sharp’s music while working on his character. Thought it was a fun homage. 

His relationship with Julian very much boils down to that one dialogue exchange from Coco.

[spotaus]

I think my brain should ruminate on the important characters but for some odd reason I'm staring at an unimportant side character and nodding in interest to myself. 😌

[robottheodorlasso]

Since I’m already dumping a bunch of sketches, here are a few more for the generic light fantasy au that lives inside my head rent free (aka my poor excuse to give Trent a sword) (read the captions and tags for a little more context)

[caelum-et-ocean]

me, @anunmarkedface, and @p0pp3t were discussing DUMP and this is by far the best thing i got out of it

[icewindandboringhorror]

finally finished all of one character's entire quests/optional dialogue/questions/etc.... 100,000 words... .... aughhh